Seventh Letter
Olive Jefferies to Edith Hudson
Dear Edith,
Such a busy few days! I’m afraid Michael has been a bit of a
handful, but nothing that can’t be sorted out with a few well aimed smacks on
his naughty bare legs. Brenda is getting very adept at landing some
tear-inducing hand-slaps on Michael’s smooth upper thighs and it is so sweet to
see him apologise to her after he’s finished his ‘corner time’. Brenda says
it’s very important to let children ‘cool off’ after they’ve been punished for
naughtiness. Isn’t Brenda a treasure?
I thought the sooner we got Michael into his new daily routine
the better and I decided that in the morning he would do his supervised P.E. I had
no idea you hadn’t told Michael he would be expected to continue with his daily
exercises when he stayed with us! It clearly came as a complete surprise when
Brenda explained to Michael that it was time for him to ‘change’ (what a lovely
euphemism for taking all his clothes off!) and get ready to perform his P.E.
exercises. Well, that was another temper-tantrum and Michael flatly refused to
take off his shorts and little top.
(My, but his shorts are more brief and flimsy than I
imagined, Edith, especially when they’re pulled right up tight and the waist rolled
over to keep them from falling down!)
While Michael had his silly little tantrum, Brenda stood her
ground and held up his P.E. ‘uniform’, which as you know consists of nothing
more than a pair of plimsolls, and waited for him to calm down.
At that moment Brandon and Tyler burst into the room dressed
in their school P.E. kit of white shorts and singlets and plimsolls, as I had
decided the boys would be nice company for Michael. This set Michael off again
and he stamped his feet on the floor like a ten year old and we were treated to
another bout of his infantile behaviour.
“Why can’t I have a proper P.E. kit like Brandon
“Brandon and Tyler do P.E. exercises in their P.E. uniforms,” Brenda explained calmly, “and you will be doing your P.E. exercises in
your P.E. uniform… that’s how you do
your P.E. exercises at home, isn’t it Michael?”
Michael nodded and I could see that Brenda had the situation
well under control as she continued to make sure Michael understood who was in
charge:
“You know perfectly well that you have to do your daily P.E.
exercises… and your mum has asked our mum to make sure you do them every day
while you stay with us…”
I’m afraid the there was a lot of sniggering coming from the
boys and Michael turned and glared at them.
“Come on Brenda,” Brandon
“Michael…” Brenda put on her stern voice, “Michael Hudson,
if you don’t get changed and ready for your P.E. exercises right now, there’ll
be trouble…”
“Come on…!” Brandon
“Yeah… we’re better than you
are…” Tyler
I hadn’t expected Brandon Tyler
Brenda, who had already put on her tracksuit, stood and
watched as Michael finally slipped out of his shorts, top and plastic sandals.
He stood in the nude in front of her and waited for his P.E. uniform. Brenda
made Michael ask nicely which he did reluctantly and he was soon ‘dressed’ and ready
for P.E., but there was another surprise for him…
“Last one outside’s a…” Brandon
“I’m… I’m NOT
going outside… NO
WAY
Edith, for a fleeting moment I was shocked at Michael’s
outburst. But really, it was so funny to see a fourteen year old boy, bare-nude
apart for a pair of while plimsolls, standing in the middle of my living-room
behaving in such a manner in front of a thirteen year old girl! I would have
thought that Michael might have known what would happen next…
“Brandon Tyler
The boys rushed back inside to find out what the hold-up
was. Brenda told them that Michael was being silly… and…
Edith, I had real difficulty in keeping a straight face as
Brandon and Tyler wrestled Michael to the floor where he struggled desperately
(shamelessly, I should say, as his
‘boy-bits’ were jiggling about as he flexed his hips in a futile effort to free
himself) as my boys grabbed him by his feet and hands and carried him bodily out
of the room and into the garden.
All the while Michael yelled his head off as he twisted and
turned in an effort to break free, but naturally all that did was to alert our
neighbours! Soon a number of inquisitive heads were looking over the three fences
which border our garden. Michael was carried unceremoniously out of the house, still
twisting and wriggling and making a complete spectacle of himself!
Brandon and Tyler put him down in the middle of the lawn,
but instead of letting him go, the boys held Michael spread-eagled on the grass
in full view of our now very curious
neighbours. Brenda marched up to Michael while Brandon and Tyler held him tight
by his ankles and wrists.
“Michael Hudson I’ve had just about enough of your behaviour
for one day…”
Really, Edith, Brenda is a treasure. You should have seen
the way she ticked off Michael, simply treating him as he was… just a silly
little boy.
“… if I see any more of your childish temper-tantrums,”
Brenda wagged her finger at him sternly, “you will have a smacked bottom before
tea-time and a visit from Mr Redbottom Ruler at bedtime… and you know how
little boys’ legs sting after Mr Ruler’s been to see them, don’t you?”
Michael was still twisting and wriggling, but the threat of
a spanking on his bottom and the ruler on his legs checked his struggle. He
realised he had to behave himself. He also must have become aware he had an
audience, as he cannot have failed to hear the giggling coming from the other
side of our garden fence. Michael strained his head in an effort to look over
Brandon’s shoulder and see who it was, but Brandon, in spite of being a year
younger than Michael, easily held him pinned to the ground with Tyler’s help.
“Let me go… Let me go Brandon Brandon
I looked on from the back-door to make sure Michael behaved
himself, but as I’ve said before, Edith, Brenda seems to be more than a match
for a naughty fourteen year old boy! I looked over into one of our neighbour’s
gardens and saw Elaine Bond and her daughter Lucy peering over the fence. I
called over to them just to say ‘hello’ and added:
“I do hope you’re not going to be bothered if Michael does
his P.E. exercises in the garden…” I turned to Michael, “Say ‘hello’ to Mrs
Bond, Michael…”
Then Lucy spoke: “Mummy… why hasn’t Michael got any clothes
on? Why’s he in the nude?”
I had to point out to Lucy that Michael wasn’t nude because
he was wearing his P.E. uniform.
“What P.E. uniform?” she asked.
Then Brenda spoke: “His plimsolls, silly…”
“Brenda’s right, Lucy,” I explained, “Michael always does
his P.E. exercises at home wearing his P.E. uniform and his mummy insisted
Michael wear it to do his exercises when he came to stay. She said that Michael
wasn’t allowed to exercise wearing his birthday-suit…”
“… but Mrs Jeffries, I can see Michael’s willy… doesn’t that
mean Michael is wearing his birthday
suit?”
“… no, Lucy, just because you can see Michael’s willy
doesn’t mean he’s wearing his birthday suit. You see, Michael isn’t wearing his birthday suit now, because
he’s got his P.E. uniform on… if he didn’t have his P.E. uniform on he would be bare-nude… It’s only because
he’s wearing his P.E. uniform that I said Michael could do his exercises in the
garden!”
Brandon and Tyler were sniggering as I explained why Michael
wasn’t technically bare-nude and knowing those two, were probably making plans
to exploit this hitherto unknown loophole.
“Well, Brenda,” I said finally, “I think you’d better get on
with the boys’ P.E. exercises.”
Brenda produced Michael’s P.E. logbook and when Michael saw
it, his face fell. He knew the sort of exercises the book listed… exercises
that seemed to be designed to cause him the maximum embarrassment and now here
he was expected to perform them in front of an audience right there, out in the
open, in the middle of the lawn!
Brenda looked every inch the efficient P.E. instructor; bright,
breezy and eager to get the best performance out of the boys. She produced a
whistle and hung it round her neck. In one hand she held a pencil and in the
other Michael’s P.E. logbook. As I say, Edith, you wouldn’t think a thirteen
year old could take her duties more responsibly than Brenda was doing.
First off were a few stretching exercises; touching toes,
side-bends and so forth; nothing too demanding. But then Brenda announced a run
round the garden to get the boys warmed up and ready for some more strenuous
exercises. Well, Brandon and Tyler shot off down the garden and were soon
running back up towards the house. However Michael didn’t seem to be that enthusiastic
as he shuffled off across the lawn. Then I saw why, Edith. It really was so sweet to see
him, red-faced, looking at Lucy and her mother and trying to run with both
hands pushed firmly between his legs. Of course, Michael was only delaying the
inevitable and when Brenda blew her whistle for the boys to line up in front of
her again, she chose jumping-jacks for the first exercise…
Of course Brandon and Tyler started leaping up and down,
stretching out their legs and arms, but Michael was very reluctant, as I think you can imagine. But as Brenda pointed
out, each boy had to do twenty jumping-jacks within an allotted time; otherwise
they’d have to do them all over again. That got Michael going and as he jumped
up and down and… well, I don’t think I need tell you what a sight Michael presented,
Edith.
Lucy squealed as she saw Michael’s penis slapping up and
down and bouncing off his thighs as he did his jumping-jacks. My how his penis,
and testicles too, jiggled about as Brenda urged him on to try and beat Brandon
and Tyler. In the end Brandon Tyler
It wasn’t long before I noticed that Michael’s penis was
beginning to look a little firmer. All that slapping from side-to-side appeared
to have stimulated Michael and every time Brenda blew her whistle to stop the
boys, it looked just a little stiffer than before.
“Mummy…” Lucy said, as she pointed at Michael’s penis,
“Mummy… look! Michael’s… willy… Mummy look at Michael’s willy!”
Thus Lucy drew everyone’s attention to Michael’s state
of arousal… not that anyone needed Lucy to show us, we were all looking at it
by then anyway!
Michael was beside himself with embarrassment and clearly
didn’t want to carry on, but Brenda wouldn’t hear of it. Brandon and Tyler were
keen to do some more exercises in spite of the fact I could see they were both
keenly watching the progress of Michael’s erection.
To Michael’s evident relief Brenda made the boys do some
press-ups, quickly followed by sit-ups with hands clasped behind heads. By this
time Michael’s bare torso was glistening with sweat and his hair was damp and
matted. Of course both Brandon and Tyler were looking fairly exhausted to the
point at which they both decided to have a rest. But Michael still had some
more exercises to do before his
routine was finished and the next exercise proved to be very memorable indeed!
Having done sit-ups and press-ups, Michael’s P.E. logbook
required him to perform some more cardio-vascular exercises.
“Stand up Michael,” Brenda ordered, “Brandon and Tyler have
decided to have a rest, but you’ve got to carry on and do some more exercises…”
“… but, Brenda… please… can’t I have a rest too…?” Michael
pleaded.
“Michael, you’ve got to finish your P.E. exercises before
mummy can sign your book… you know you can’t stop before they’re all done… Now
the next exercise is… running-on-the-spot…!”
Brenda announced with obvious amusement.
The look of terror on Michael’s face was all too apparent.
Already his youthful penis was pointing straight out and wobbled at the slightest
movement of his body. From where I was standing I’d guess Michael’s semi-erect
penis was about 4½” long and the complete absence of pubic hair made it look
very noticeable indeed. You could imagine what went through poor Michael’s mind
as Brenda told him he had to do some running on the spot.
“… Three minutes… beginning… Now!!” Brenda blew her whistle for the start and Michael bravely
started on the exercise.
From the start we could all hear his penis slapping as it
flapped and bounced from thigh to thigh, then slapped up against his tummy and
back down to bounce off his legs. It was so funny to see Michael’s penis waggle
and jiggle about, Edith, that I couldn’t stop myself from laughing… and once I
burst out laughing so did everyone else!
However Brenda kept her cool and encouraged Michael to “lift your knees up…!” as I’m sure she
must have heard her own gym mistress shout at school. Brandon and Tyler joined
in and shouted at Michael to work harder and faster, as they laughed and
pointed at the bouncing penis, until Michael’s legs were working like pistons
and his knees getting higher and higher every second. By now Michael’s penis
was a blur between his legs. At the end of two minutes it looked as though the
beads of sweat trickling down his face were perhaps mingled with a few salty
tears of shame.
Brenda made Michael carry on for the full three minutes when
a shrill blast of her whistle brought Michael’s exercise to a halt…
Michael stood still, his chest heaving as he panted to
regain his breath. His hair was plastered to his scalp and his whole body
glistened with sweat.
His penis was fully erect.
The boys whistled. Lucy put her hands to her mouth and
giggled wildly. My neighbour Elaine Bond stood next to her daughter and smiled
at Michael’s obvious embarrassment. And Brenda? Brenda made Michael fold his
hands behind his back and stand there in the middle of the garden, legs parted,
with his erection on full display!
It was time for me to intervene:
“Michael…” I said as I stepped forward, “Michael, would you
mind telling us all, just what this is…”
I really thought Michael would faint with embarrassment. His
eyes were like those of a rabbit’s caught in the headlights of an oncoming car.
I could almost smell his panic.
“… please, Mrs Jeffries… please…” and he gulped, “… it’s…
it’s my penis, Mrs Jeffries…”
“I can see that Michael… in fact we can all see that it’s your penis Michael… What I want you to tell me Michael
is what has happened to your penis…”
Michael’s lower lip curled inwards and I could just make out
his top teeth biting down on them. His head bowed, he looked down at himself,
at his erect penis…
“I’m waiting, Michael… I’m waiting for an explanation…”
“It’s… um… I’m… please, Mrs Jeffries… I can’t help it… it
happens… and I can’t…”
“It seems to me that your mother was right… that you can’t
control yourself…”
“I’m sorry, Mrs Jeffries… I’m sorry… I really am…”
I could hear sniggering coming from over the fence as Lucy
watched Michael making his excuses. Then I heard Elaine Bond: “Shush, Lucy,
can’t you see Mrs Jeffries is talking to Michael…”
“But mummy Michael looks so funny with his… his thing sticking up…”
“His penis, dear… It’s
Michael’s penis that’s sticking up,” Elaine replied.
“I’m sure you are
sorry Michael…” I continued, “… but…
I’m still waiting for an explanation… I very much think that Lucy would also like
to know what’s happened to your penis…”
Michael hung his head. He looked a wretched sight standing
there in front of us all with his arms folded submissively behind his back,
bare-nude apart from his plimsolls, and his erection plain for all to see.
Finally, almost in a whisper, Michael spoke: “My… my penis
is stiff… and… it… it’s called a… an election…. I… I… mean… erection… I… I… it happens when I do my
exercises… I’m sorry, Mrs Jeffries…”
“Is it because your penis bounces about when you do your
exercises, Michael? Your penis does bounce about a lot, doesn’t it?”
“Yes… yes, I think so, Mrs Jeffries.”
“You only think
so… Let’s make sure then shall we Michael? Jump up and down and let’s see if
your penis bounces. Keep your hands behind your back… that’s it… now tell me
what’s happening to your penis, Michael.”
Michael was obviously extremely distraught at being made to
put on a further demonstration of ‘penis-bouncing’, but he jumped up and down
as we all watched. Lucy could hardly contain herself and had to hold her hands
to her mouth to control her laughing.
“Michael…” I prompted him.
“Please Mrs Jefferies…” he blurted out the words between
panting for breath, “my… my penis… is… bouncing… Mrs… Jefferies…”
I let Michael carry on jumping a bit longer then decided we
needed to do something about his erection which was even firmer than ever.
“Alright you can stop now, Michael. But it’s time we did
something about your erection… let me see, what does your mummy do when your
penis gets stiff? Oh yes… I remember…”
I almost felt a little sorry for Michael when he looked up
suddenly and pleaded: “Oh, no… please, Mrs Jeffries… please…”
A cold shower… a freezing
cold shower did the trick! Just as you said it would, dear Edith. Michael’s
teeth were chattering, but his penis was soon dangling between his legs rather
pathetically, having shrunk with the cold. Brenda insisted I leave Michael
under the shower a bit longer, ‘just to make sure’. When he was finally allowed
out he was covered from head-to-toe with goose-bumps!
Now I really must sign off, Edith. I feel as if I’ve gone on
much too long, but looking after Michael is proving to be far more rewarding
than I could have imagined.
How is your trip to Scotland
Kind regards,
Olive
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