The scenes from the _d_i_c_k_ens' book-motion-picture classic "Oliver" are obviously outdated. Today, if you even look at a child wrong, you could end up serving time in prison. This is all the more true when we consider that Oliver was an orphan, and care-givers in today's equivalent would be terminated and even prosecuted if they were to spank a child. It is often left up to the peer group to administer its own form of discipline to unruly guys who continuously get the group into trouble. It will come as no surprise to those who've read "Lord of the Flies," another classic whose author escapes my memory, that children often revert to what they know when left to themselves.

Such was the case in a group home in which I resided. Many was the boy in our cabin who chose to rebel and cause the whole cabin to suffer a loss of privileges or activities that I suggested we implement some form of a code of conduct, with corporal punishment for infractions. Each night, charges were to be brought, tried, and the boy found innocent freed or guilty convicted and sentenced. Since it was my idea, the group readily agreed I would administer the punishment. The exception being, of course, when I was in trouble. Then, the whole group would punish me, each to their own satisfaction and without limits. Hard as that may seem, there was a sort of check and balance, because the guys knew they would soon be on the receiving end. So, they would give me every bit as much as they knew I would give them, but never more. Steven was the first to get in trouble.

Steven had blonde hair, and blue eyes. He was tall and thin, but he had the roundest, firmest, cutest butt I have ever seen. He was white, and it would redden well. That night, he had been charged with being the class clown, and sentenced to my own discretion. The jury of his peers left us alone. Steven was not happy, but he knew the consequences were to stiff if he failed to comply, so he was willing to submit. Clad only in his boxers for the sentencing, I told him to approach and bend over my lap. With me sitting on the toilet, there was no where for him to place his hands, so he just kind of hung there. His smooth, hairless butt arched in the air. I slid my hand gently under his briefs and pushed them back, and he began to fidget. Then, the spanking began. In spite of Steven being 13, it didn't take long for him to feel the effect of the spanking, and he began to squirm. His butt was now reddened to the extreme before bluing, and he began to cry, even to plea, "Look, I'll stop cutting up," he said between sobs. "Pleee--assss-seee, stooooppp-ppp...," but my hand continued to fall until I was sure he was hurting, and serious about his apologies. Then, I told him to leave his butt exposed, stand up and take his position across the bench we used to sit on when drying off from a shower. He pleaded more, but I still reached for a thin leather dress belt, doubled it and motioned for him to comply, which he did. Now, his butt began to blue. It is a wonder his cries were not heard by the staff, but they weren't. I gave him 50 stripes across his bare ass, and he was jerking with cries now. Finally, it was over. Steven stood up, rubbing his butt before he pulled up his boxers, and I told him it would be worse the next time. He left the room crying, and I stayed to cool off in the shower.