I am reading Edward the Caresser - - a biography of Edward VII by Stanley Weintraub. Miss Hildyard, the eleven-year-old Prince of Wales's governess finding him distracted tells him to stand in the corner. (By the way, for those of you who are unfamiliar with English history: Prince Albert Edward was the eldest son of Queen Victoria and Prince Albert.)
The rebellious Prince of Wales responds, "I won't learn and I won't stand in the corner, for I am the prince of Wales." As he reminded her of his rank, he kicked one of the venerable window panes.
An agitated Miss Hildyard sends for the Prince Consort. Prince Albert came at once, and she described her impasse, after which he turned to his son and pointing to a footstool said, "Sit down there, and wait till I return." Albert came back shortly with a Bible and a birch rod.
"Listen now," he said to the Prince of Wales,"to what the holy Apostle Paul says to you and other children in your position." Opening the Bible he read from Chapter IV of the Epistle to the Galatians: 'Now I say that the heir, as long as he is a child, differeth nothing from a servant, though he be lord of all; but is under tutors and governors until the time appointed of the father.' . . . Putting down the book, he observed that "It is true you are Prince of Wales, and if you conduct yourself properly you may become a man of high station, and even after the death of your mother, you may become King of England. But now you are a little boy who must obey your tutors and governors. Besides, I must impress upon you a saying of the wise King Solomon."
Reopening the Bible to Proverbs XIII, and passing by the opening verse, "A wise son heareth his father's instruction," Prince Albert read, "He that spareth the rod hateth his son; but he that loveth him chastenth him betimes" - - and he reached for his stick and gave the heir to the throne now pushed prone to the footstool, a sharp switching that would have made the Headmaster of neighboring Eton proud. Then Prince Albert took the Prince to a corner, warning, 'You will stand there and study your lesson till Miss Hildyard gives you leave to come out. And never forget again that you are now under tutors and governors, and that hereafter you will be under a law given by God."
Another amusing anecdote: in 1847, when Bertie (Prince Albert Edward) was five, the royal yacht docked at Aberdeen, and the citizens gathered to pay homage. The Prince began to pull the tassels of a splendid sofa that was on deck. The Queen ordered Bertie to desist, but as soon as her back was turned and she faced the crowd, he pulled the tassell again. She grabbed the luckless heir apparent by the scruff of the neck, elevated one of her feet upon the sofa, hoisted the youngster over her knee, and gave the hapless youngster a sound spanking. [We were definitely not amused!] The crowd appreciatively roared with laughter. It's hard to imagine that hottie Prince William being chastisted by Charles (or earlier by that mealthy mouthed, overrated cow Diana. Now the po faced Queen looks as though she might be capable of being quite a tartar.)
[By the way, the perv, who normally lives in Houston, is writing this Houston which he his visiting for the first time. He has been much taken by a bar called The Corner Pocket where dick dancers dance on the bar. The perv, as you know, is the most banal of _s_e_x_ual imperialists. One little Hispanic guy (not olive enough for the perv's fetish) but cute, sharp little face, dark hair, makes a big deal out of his _c_o_c_k_ size. But one old patron, whom he obviously knows well, and who clearly tips him considerably keeps insisting every time that he come to his section of the bar that he turn around. The boy simulates fear as he undulates his ass. The old man with great deliberation gives him a sharp slap. The boy winces in half-simulated pain. All high theater, but the perv agreeably drips precum down his front.
The perv plies one yummy Asian-American dancer with drinks. He prefers to have the guy (who calls himself "Chase," though he confesses a more bread and butter American birth name.)stand beside him, rather than stand on the bar because he does not find it erotic having the dancer undulate above him. Far more exciting, standing beside this yummy boy, legs rubbing against his soft white, creamy hairless legs. (Actually, he's clipped the black hair, and there is stubble on his thigh that the pervert finds a turn on as he gently rubs it. The boy is warm and sweet and delicate and friendly. While they drink and talk, the perv thrusts dollar bills down the back of his loin cloth, thrusting up as high as possible up what he imagines must be the yummies of Korean pink assholes. After each dollar bill is inserted, the perv gives the boy a smart crack on the ass.
Only one small disappointment, the perv learns that Chase was in the Navy briefly. However, not registering the perv's interest in military sadism, Chase honestly tells him that he experienced no real military hazing while going through bootcamp. The perv's response: ah, I will have to make that up to you.