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 Manhandled Chapter 6 By Sir Cum Sizemore
   Copyright 2008 by Sir Cum Sizemore, all rights reserved
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   Chapter 6
   "Dad, I can't go in there!" Ten year old Jesus Rodriguez said to his
father with a heavy Hispanic accent.
   "Why?"
   "Cause there's girls and women in there.  I'm naked.  I mean they'll see
me and..." the boy explained.
   "Your mother and sister have seen you naked for some time now.  So why
the problem all of a sudden?"
   "Those aren't my mother or my sister.  They're gringos.  I don't want
them seeing me."
   George had decided to open the sessions to the female family and
friends. They were seated on the bleachers opposite the men and their
little boy charges.  They were told they could attend any or all sessions
if they wished, but were limited in participation.  Part of the reasoning
was to humiliate the boys in front of a female audience.
   "That's too bad Mihijo you have to go in there.  Those women have seen
naked boys before.  They are the other boys' mothers and sisters." Then
with a gentle push through the door the boy stood facing the prying eyes of
twenty or so female members of the other boys' families.  "Go sit down,
Mihijo." The brown skinned boy walked toward the bleachers where the other
nude boys were sitting.  His father slapped his forearm to prevent him from
covering up.
   As he made his way across the floor to the bleachers on the opposite
side of the gym, he heard a young female voice say, "Look, its Jesus from
my class at school." The embarrassment kept him from turning back to see
who it might be.  Regardless, the boy knew it was one of his classmates and
a girl at that.  He, like many of the other boys, was painfully aware the
description of his not so private parts would be the talk of the girl
circles on the playground on Monday.  But what could he do, he was there,
she was there and he was completely naked.  "Hey, Jesus, it's me, Candy,
over here!!!" Embarrassed he kept walking completely ignoring the girl who
was seeking his attention.
   "Jesus, you should say hello to your friend," the senior Rodriguez
instructed his son.  The boy ignored his father's instruction, "Mihijo, I'm
talking to you.  Turn around and say hello." He grabbed his son's shoulder
and turned him.  A tear rolled down the boy's cheek.  His uncircumcised
penis was standing at attention and he flippantly waved to the girl on the
bleachers half way across the gym.
   Then he heard the girl very audibly mention to her mother, "Mom what's
wrong with his peepee, it isn't like Gary's!" The red faced mother pulled
her daughter to the seat and began the explanation of circumcision.
   George entered walking Timmy with his penis connected to the leash
Marjorie had purchased at the pet store.  There were snickers and laughter
at the sight.  The boys on the male side were somewhat hushed, but the
fathers chuckled.
   "This, my friends, is the ultimate message of female dominance.  His
mother and sister felt he needed ornamentation with a useful purpose.  As
you can see, he's walkable just like a pet." Unclipping the leash he
slapped Timmy's bottom and sent him to the bleachers.  "It's really a good
way to control masturbation for those of you who have sons about to enter
puberty.  Anyway feel free to examine the handiwork during break.  So, how
was your two weeks?  Let's just go around the room and give us a general
idea of how things worked for you.  Sam, why don't you start?"
   The only black member of the group stood up.  "Well, it went fairly
well. I found myself really getting comfortable in massaging him every
night and watching his little pecker stand up and salute.  He started to
become more comfortable with it too.  In fact, when I'd finished the formal
massage, I'd ask if he wanted me to spend more time on any specific place.
By Wednesday, he was asking me to rub his pecker and his balls again.  I
guess I grew too, because I didn't even flinch in doing it.  We sent him to
his grandmother's naked.  She like bathing him and was particularly
intrigued with soaping up his genitals.  She and my father in law
photographed him in almost every conceivable pose out in the backyard.  He
was definitely more embarrassed than he is now."
   "What about his behavior?" George continued.
   "I had to whip the fire out of his ass twice and I think his mother did
twice also." He deferred to a lone black woman in the bleachers across the
way.  She held up three fingers.  "I guess she whipped him three times. 
He's much less aggressive toward his little sisters too.  I think the idea
of bonding with him is working."
   "Thank you, Sam.  How about you Fred?"
   With that a man who appeared to be in his early thirties at the oldest
stood.  "Adam and I have never been closer.  He's our only child, but the
kids next door spent a lot of time at the house.  They appear to be little
sex fiends.  They like to play with his boy parts while they visited.  But
I think his mother was his biggest fan she couldn't get enough of fondling
his penis and testicles.  It was like she was rubbing his feet or his back.
She just spread him and played with him while she and he watched TV."
   "What about you?" George pumped for more discussion.
   "I rubbed him once or twice a day when I was home.  A few times I bathed
him and I think he liked it.  Didn't you, Adam?" The eight year old nodded
his agreement.  "So, I guess things are going well.  I'll tell you what I
don't think I've ever felt closer to him.  This massage stuff is really
great once you get past the awkward feeling you have at first about doing
something you're afraid might be misinterpreted.  His mom was fine with it
from the get go.  I think she loved doing it.  But I was afraid we'd both
turn queer."
   "How about his behavior?" George asked.
   "Well, he smarted off to his mother the first day after our first
session, you know, that Sunday.  He was already nude so there wasn't any
need to pull his pants down.  I just pulled my belt off and whipped the
fire out of his ass.  I mean he was screaming and twisting.  I was afraid I
was going to hit his balls if he didn't stop squirming.  Then his Mom held
him down while I finished the job.  His little ass was black and blue for a
few days, but he didn't have another problem the rest of the two weeks. 
Guess I made him a believer."
   "How about you William?  How did things go with Scott?"
   The fifteen year old stood up next to his nude twelve year old brother.
"Well Mr.  Russell, Mr.  Sam there had to come over and force Scott to let
me whip him.  He came and I whipped him and then he whipped him and I think
Scott got the message.  Grandma and I whipped him about five times over the
last couple of weeks.  Last time was just three days ago.  Grandma shaved
his balls yesterday and he just lay there letting her do it.  Oh, and he
lets her shove her finger up his ass too.  That was one of the reasons we
had to wear him out with the belt.  He argued with her.  I told her she
needed to whip him too.  He needed to respect her.  She did too.  Man, I
didn't know she had it in her." He looked across the gym to his smiling
grandmother.
   "Sounds like we're making some progress.  What do you think Scott?"
George asked the younger sibling.  Scott just shook his head affirmatively
very quickly.  It was evident he was embarrassed.  He was sporting a very
tight hard-on.  His legs spread wide.  Compliance was definitely much
better than the first meeting.
   "How about you Ricardo?  How is Jesus doing with the program?"
   "Oh, his mother is so proud.  She loves showing off his body to other
ladies who visit the house.  He still doesn't like females seeing his Pene.
He's changing about that.  Most of the women like to play with it, you know
pull on it and tickle his balls with their finger nails.  But, I had to
beat him with my belt a lot.  He is stubborn and he thinks he's still the
boss.  When I touch him, you know like you said in the bath and all over
his body, he is much better.  He is much gentler.  I made him let his
sister and her friends play with his Pene and he really didn't like that.
His grandmother is all excited about him being naked she loves to measure
his Pene and see if it grows." The man smiled broadly as he playfully
clipped the boy's head.  Jesus grinned at that too.  "Hey, Mihijo, show the
women your Pene.  Get those legs apart." The boy complied slowly, but
almost immediately the smile left his face.
   "Are there any questions you have?"
   "Yeah, his mother wants to know if its okay to, you know, stimulate him
with a mouth.  Would it be wrong to suck on him a little bit?"
   "Well, Ricardo, that is up to you and your wife.  Whatever brought up
that question?"
   "One of his sister's friends wanted to taste his Pene and we said not
to. We weren't sure if that was okay to do."
   "That's up to you.  I wish Dr.  Fredericks of Nurse Carlson were here.
That'd be a good question to ask them.  I'll tell you what, I'll call him
on break and find out for sure."
   Ricardo continued, "Thank you.  I think he will be spoiled if they put
it in their mouth.  Hey Mihijo?" The boy blushed.
   "My wife asked me to ask you the same question.  You know about oral
stimulation of our boy." Another father rose.  His son a good looking
redheaded child who appeared to be seven or eight sat silently with his
legs spread and his penis flaccid.  The boy's ball sack was fully relaxed
and two prominent lumps were clearly visible inviting someone to feel them.
"She says it'll make him feel good and make her feel closer to him."
   "I'll ask Dr.  Fredericks, but I think he'll say to go for it."
   At break time, the naked boys were examined by visiting mothers and
sisters as they tried to drink their lemonade and eat their cookies.  Seems
the women like to compare their son's genitalia with those of the other
boys in the program and this required physical examinations of the
available boy meat.  The sisters were more than happy to antagonize the
boys by pulling on their prized appendages making the entire situation a
hard-on fest of cookie munching young males.  There was much attention
given by the younger girls and some of the boy siblings to Jesus, Manny and
another participant seven year old Phillip.  These were the only boys who
weren't sporting circumcised members and the mechanics of moving the
foreskin back and forth drew a great deal of attention.
   By far, the largest group of children and adults were gathered around
Timmy.  They were intrigued by his penis ring and most wanted to flip it up
and down.  The women were already planning for the same adornment for their
young sons.  "Where'd you get that done?"
   Timmy red faced at the attention mumbled, "Lord of the Rings" on Fourth
Street.
   A young naked boy pulled on the ring and asked, "Did it hurt?"
   "Yeah, the needled went all the way through.  That hurt bad."
   "Does it hurt now?" the boy continued to finger the gold ring.
   "No, just when they did it."
   A little girl who must have been five or six asked, "Does it come out?"
   "No the lady welded it on.  Mom says it'll have to be cut when she
decides it should come off."
   "Why did your mother want you to get one?" the little girl was beating
the issue to death.
   "It was my sister's idea.  Mom just went along with it.  Now, my mom
says she likes it a lot.  She likes to walk me around the neighborhood with
that leash on it.  It makes people laugh.  I hate it.  It's really
embarrassing ."
   Eventually, the youngsters were ushered to the refreshments and the
mothers took turns examining the ring and the penis it ran through.  Many
long finger nails were used to tickle his tight ball sack as well.  But,
most were intrigued with the long erect penis.  "He's got one of the
longest schlongs I think I've ever seen on a little boy."
   "Yeah and it isn't long and skinny.  It's pretty well proportioned. 
Somewhere between a primary pencil and an all beef frank, huh?" That remark
brought laughter from the assembled matriarchs but caused Timmy to blush.
   George had managed to contact Nurse Carlson after getting Dr. 
Fredericks answer machine.  "Hi, Mrs.  Carlson, this is George Russell.  We
have several members who are wondering about the pros and cons of orally
stimulating their boys.  I don't exactly know what to tell them."
   "Okay.  If they are the boys' parents or people who have primary
custodial care, I'd think it wouldn't hurt.  The reason I say this is there
is a natural instinct to lick the genitals of the young.  Usually this is
driven by a need to stimulate urination and defecation but I would imagine
it couldn't be done without some amount of attachment building.  Though, I
wouldn't recommend long term oral stimulation a few minutes each day might
not be so bad.  Tell them it's okay for parents and parent surrogates, like
babysitters or older siblings.  With luck you might encourage some men to
stimulate their sons and not just leave it to female adult figures.  I
certainly wouldn't suggest we require such activity though.  Hope that
helps."
   "Yes, it does.  I'll explain it pretty much in the same words and leave
it up to the parents and caregivers to determine.  Thank you."
   Following the first break with the nude boys and their female relatives,
every child had an erect penis as they returned to the bleachers and sat
next to their fathers.  Some of the men were stroking the erections of
their sons as the session resumed.
   "I talked with Nurse Carlson about orally stimulating the boys.  She
said she'd limit it to a few minutes and would suggest it be done just by
the primary caretakers or family members of the boys in the program.  She
said the inclination to want to do that, particularly for the females, is
related to a long abandoned instinct for encouraging young to eliminate
regularly.  So, I guess if you get a mouthful of urine by doing that, you
got what you asked for.  All kidding aside, feel free to orally stimulate
the boys as much as you feel is productive." There were several mothers who
applauded the announcement.  "She also encourages the male caregivers to do
the same and not just leave it to the mothers."
   George's attention was drawn to the bleachers where the women sat, as he
heard Mrs.  Michaelson call his name.  "Yes, Ma'am."
   "Does that mean William can lick and suck on Scott's penis and
testicles?"
   "Only if that's what you want.  We aren't saying it's in any way
necessary."
   "Could we ask them to demonstrate for us now?"
   "Well, that would be highly irregular.  Don't you think that should be
done in the privacy of the home?"
   William hollered, "Please Grandma, not here.  Please don't make us do
that.  Let's wait until we get home."
   "Now, William, I want to see how well you do with such a behavior and
I'm sure it will be instructional for all in attendance."
   "Mrs.  Michaelson, there are small children present.  I'm not sure such
a display should be done in front of the kids." George tried to get the
woman to wait until they were home.
   "Now, Mr.  Russell, you've told us that our boys' parts are not private
and there is nothing to hide in stimulating them.  You've made it clear we
should share their boyhoods with family, friends, and neighbors and even
complete strangers sometimes.  If they are just natural parts of their
bodies, we shouldn't be shy about oral stimulation."
   The group of women and some of the younger girls applauded the remark.
   "Now those two boys are my charges and I want to see William licking and
sucking Scott right here and right now.  Please honor the wishes of their
only guardian and let them attempt that activity.  I'll be glad to coach
them if you won't."
   Throwing his hands in the air with frustration he then motioned the path
to her grandsons with his left arm.  "I won't stop you, they're your
responsibility.  I will say, if there are any youngsters over here with you
women or over here with you fathers, who you don't want exposed to this
display please move out to the hallway and we'll get you when they're
finished." To George's surprise no one moved.
   William again begged, "Come on Grandma, not here.  We can't do that
here. I don't want his dick in my mouth.  What do you think I'm gay? 
Please don't make me do this."
   "William, you've beaten your brother's ass so hard he couldn't sit on it
for days.  You've rubbed that dick hard and beat him off at times.  I think
he should feel some pleasure with this program.  Scott, get down here."
Sporting a penis whose girth attested to his pubescent stage, Scott climbed
down the bleachers, with his five inch hard on swinging to and fro. 
"Grandma, I don't want William doing this either.  It's embarrassing."
   "You get down on that mat right now or I'll take a belt to you.  Go on
now."
   The totally humiliated boy reluctantly eased his body down, face up on
one of the demonstration mats.
   His older brother stood and began coming down off the bleachers,
"Grandma, don't make me do this.  I don't want to do this."
   "Do I need to use the medicine you use on Scott on you?  I'll borrow a
belt or have Mr.  Sam take care of your bare backside right here in front
of everyone if you don't do what I told you.  Now, get over there with
Scott."
   The bleachers were dead silent on both sides of the gym.  The only sound
was the creaking of the bleachers as the boy finished descending.  Quietly
he walked over and knelt down next to his brother's bare body.  "Now,
William, I want you to lick your brother's ball sack.  Go ahead it won't
bite you."
   "Please Grandma, don't make me do that.  I don't think I want to do it
here.  Look all the people are staring at us."
   "They're waiting to see what happens.  So don't disappoint them, Son.  I
said, lick Scott's bag now get at it."
   Slowly the fifteen year old lower his head and with just the tip of his
tongue touched his brother's scrotum.  The penis jumped at the excitement.
"Scott spread those legs so the others can watch this." The older lady
ordered.  "Here put the feet together like you do when we massage your
inner thighs.  Pull those feet up toward your crotch.  I've had enough of
the fooling around.  Get them up." The boy complied.  "William, lick from
his butthole to the base of his penis.  Go on now." The fifteen year old's
tongue extended further to the satisfaction of his grandmother.  "Okay, now
lick up the stick there right to his tip." Scott eyes closed in complete
enjoyment of the feel of his brother's tongue as it tickled its way up from
the base to the tip of his glans.  As it passed over the frenulum the boy
shivered and groaned completely unaware of the audience which only a few
seconds earlier were the cause of his embarrassment.  "All the way around
it, William, start at the base and go up all around it.  This time when you
get to the tip, force that tongue into his pee slit there." Following his
grandmothers dictate, he caused his brother to shiver with stimulation. 
The boy's body trembled as he tried to raise himself off the floor in an
attempt to force his brother's tongue deeper into his urethra.  "That's it,
William.  Now, go down and suck his ball sack into your mouth." Slowly he
placed his mouth on Scott's twelve year old scrotum and vacuumed his
testicles and scrotum into his mouth.  "Use your tongue to move his balls
around.  That's not so bad is it?" With that his little brother groaned
with closed eyes as once again his bottom left the mat in an attempt to
force his testicle further into his brother's warm and wet mouth.  "Now,
William, I want you to come off his ball sack, but make sure you leave a
lot of your saliva on there.  These folks want to see those gems
glistening. Then put your mouth around Scott's penis and take it all in. 
It'll tickle the back of your throat, but do it." William seemed to have
become more relaxed with the activity.  He did as he was told with much
less hesitation than he had for the previous commands.  He choked a bit as
his brother's glans pushed against the back of his throat.  "Move your
mouth up and down Scott's penis, use your tongue to rub it as you do.  It'd
help if you suck a little bit too.  Pretend it's a Popsicle." After two
such trips up and down the phallus, Scott's backside left the mat with a
forceful thrust which buried his penis deep in his brother's mouth.  He
grabbed Williams head and held it close to his pubis as he obviously
discharged his load.  "Now, William you need to swallow that.  Don't worry,
Honey, it's all in the family.  He's your brother.  Just drink his cum and
you'll be fine." Scott's body thrust four times and he collapsed onto the
mat, as his penis pulled out of his brother's mouth.  William knelt beside
his brother with a disgusted look on his face.  "William, give your
brother's penis another lick and get it cleaned off."
   "Grandma, that was gross and that was queer.  I hate you for that!"
William yelled.
   "William, William", the old lady shouted as her older grandson ran out
the doors of the gym.
   "Not to worry, Mrs.  Michaelson, I'll go talk to him," Sam rose and
followed the boy's path out the doors into the hallway.  Through the
windows he could be seen putting his arm over the boy's shoulder and the
two went out the exterior doors to the front of the school.
   George instructed Scott to return to the benches.  He just shook his
head at the old lady who had directed the show which ended so drastically.
   Mrs.  Michaelson shrugged her shoulders.  "You gotta admit it was
arousing.  Didn't you find it arousing?" She addressed a female bench who
were nodding in favor of what had just transpired and the male side had
blank looks on their faces with their mouths agape.
   Before George could call the session back to order and change the
direction of the discussion, a little girl could be heard asking, "Mom, can
we do that to Jimmy?  Can we make Jimmy squirt that juice?" Quietly, but
audibly the mother explained, "No, Honey, Jimmy isn't old enough to squirt
semen.  It'll be five or six years before he will be able to do that."
Meanwhile her spouse and young son could be seen turning red in the male
bleachers as the conversation was concluded.
   "Well, I'm not sure where to go with the follow-up to what just
happened. I'm kind of embarrassed myself.  Anyway, let's discuss spanking
today.  Yes, yes sir." George acknowledged a raised hand.
   "Jeff here is nine.  He's nude all the time and my wife and I love it.
We think he's a handsome boy and we do like watching and feeling his penis.
My wife loves bathing him and inserting her finger's in his backside as
well.  Now we have, a little girl who is six and two other sons, Richard
who is seven, and Paul who is eleven.  Would you recommend all the kids be
nude all the time.  I mean would it help them develop too and maybe head
off what Jeff is going through?"
   "What I would say is to make the other boys participate.  It certainly
can't hurt.  Girls, on the other hand, deserve a little more privacy.  They
should be a little more modest.  Guess the bottom line is to strip the boys
and let the girls have fun with them."
   The man asking the question shouted across the gym.  "Hear that, Honey?"
A woman on the other side nodded.  She then stood up her youngest son and
began stripping him.  As she pulled his shirt off, she hollered back,
"We'll get Paul when we get home." No sooner had the decision been made
than other women were stripping their non-participant sons as well.  There
was a great deal of satisfaction on their faces as they went about the task
of undressing the bulk of the little boys in the guest seats.  The little
girls just looked on with obvious anticipation and excitement.
   As George tried to regain control of the session, Sam and a red eyed
William re-entered the gym.  It was obvious the boy had been brought to
tears by his overbearing grandmother.  George could only feel sorry for the
boy and think, "If she'd been that demanding of Scott, they wouldn't be
here right now."
   "Okay, maybe we can get on with the topic for today.  We're going to
talk about whipping, spanking, caning or whatever you do to discipline your
boys.  During this training period, we would ask that you choose one tool
and use it consistently.  Both mothers and fathers and hopefully schools
will be able to arrive at a choice that will serve both environments.  I
have here a typical cane from British boarding school days of twenty years
ago.  You will note it is a lot like a switch.  Should you choose to use
something like this, we'd recommend the boy be at least eight, preferably
older, and when you use it your intention should be to raise welts on his
backside.  When used properly you will be able to feel raised welts on his
bottom when you've finished.  I'll pass this around for your inspection.  I
have order forms so you can purchase one of these if you wish.
   "For younger boys, the belt and/or leather strap is preferred.  Again it
should be your intent to leave welts if possible or at the very least
bruises.  Again, this can be used for boys seven and older and is very
effective.  When giving a whipping the rule of thumb is a minimum of one
stripe for every year and you should almost be able to distinctly count
them when you're finished.
   "With boys under seven the back of a nice Lucite or wooden hair brush is
preferred.  These are easy to come by at your local pharmacy.  What I would
recommend is you purchase at least two of either of these implements so you
can give one to the school and carry one with you.
   "I would recommend you men train your spouse in the proper use of these
tools.  Both parents and custodial adults should be very adept at putting
this on the boy.  I would also suggest you train your baby sitters or older
female siblings who will be given whipping permission as well.  The next
time the boy needs help in remembering his place, let one of the girls put
it on him.  You coach them.  Any questions?  No one has a question?  Well,
I have saved a punishment for Timmy from last week so I could demonstrate
the cane to those of you who are considering it.  On Thursday, Timmy earned
a whipping when he was punished at school.  I told him we would fulfill our
part at this meeting." On the far side of the bleachers the boy began to
cry.  "As you can see his anticipation of what's to come is a bit difficult
for him, but maybe next time he won't talk back to his teacher.  Huh,
Timmy?"
   "They spanked me at school, Daddy.  I already learned it."
   "No, Tim, what's the rule?"
   "If I get spanked at school, I get whipped at home."
   "That's right.  Now come over here to the girls' bench and bend over the
seat."
   "Please, Daddy, I won't ever be rude again."
   "I know, but you need to be punished to help you remember and perhaps
scare you enough you'll think twice the next time.  May I have that cane
please?" A naked boy ran up and handed it to George.  "You will note how
flexible this thing is," he pointed out as he whipped it through the air.
Walking over to his already weeping son who was scared not only of the soon
to come whipping but also of the unknown damage the new implement might do.
George beckoned his daughter Tiffany to hold the boy down.  "Tiff, you need
to hold him down.  He's going to wiggle a lot trying to get loose.  Your
job is to see that he doesn't."
   "Okay, Daddy."
   "Ladies and gentlemen, when you begin with the cane you should have the
boy in as wide a stance as you can." He tapped the inside of Timmy's legs
until his feet were three feet apart.  The sides of the nine year old's
butt cheeks were sunken as George continued, "If you take a stance and tap
the target lightly, the stroke will land truer than just coming in cold."
He tapped Timmy's backside with the tip of the cane.  Then he moved the
implement as far back as he could and brought it forward with a rapid
swing. "It's very similar to your golf swing." The whoosh was very audible
as was the snap when it contacted the boy's skin.  Timmy screamed in the
pain of the split second and lunged forward carrying his sister on his
shoulder and back.  Momentarily another whoosh was heard followed by the
snap and a second red welt appeared on the boy's backside.  Again, it was
immediately followed by a scream and begging for cessation through the
tears and crying.  George drew the implement back again and let loose with
another strike that placed another parallel stripe on the rounded ass.  "As
you can see, there are raised marks which I'm sure are burning very
painfully and we aren't but half way finished.  Whooossssshhhh snapp.  "The
objective is to make this as memorable as possible." Whooosssshhh, snapppp.
The screams were constant at this point and the begging ceased as the child
succumbed to the inevitable beating.  Whooossssshhh, snapp.  "And that
should do it," George stopped and carefully ran his hand over the artwork
he'd just completed.  "Hot and raised.  It'll take days for these to
subside.  In the meantime the boy will be reminded of his behavior at
school.  It will probably be months before he talks back to his teacher. 
At least I hope so."
   "I don't.  I liked watching him get it." Tiffany gloated as she was told
to release her brother.  Timmy was uncontrollably weeping as he sought his
mother's comfort.
   Marjorie embraced the weeping boy.  As she held him she could be heard
saying, "Tim, you got what you deserved.  Now you know what will happen if
you ever talk back to Mrs.  Parker again.  Adults, especially teachers,
don't have to put up with that.  I love you dearly, but I'm in complete
agreement with Daddy on this.  I will write a note for you to take to Mrs.
Parker on Monday telling her to examine Daddy's handiwork for herself. 
Remember that."
   The scene was broken as a seven or eight year old boy climbed slowly
into his father's lap, spread his legs and pushed his father's hand to his
genitals.  As the father began rubbing the hardened little dick he uttered.
"I want one of those." With that, the boy raised his eyes in fear and
disbelief.