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> >So did either boy have an erection? > >Why didn't they pull up their pants all the way? > > > > >>I was often over at my Best-Friend's house, growing >>up, and she was often at mine. I actually got in >>trouble more often at her house, than at mine. Part of >>that was just because when Best-Friend and I were >>together, we just kinda fed off each other's energy. >> >>The other part was that my parents just weren't as >>strict as her's. >> >>Anyway my point is that I witnessed a LOT of paddlings >>over there and was often paddled with them. Even if I >>weren't paddled with them, that sort of thing was >>taken care of in the living-room or the dinning room >>at their house. >> >>It was the weekend, so Georgie's best-friend, Michael, >>was spending the night there. He wasn't just best >>friends with the older boy, they were cousins and he >>was typically there every weekend. >> >>Nicole and I were trying to make a boat on their >>living-room floor. I remember that we were having >>trouble getting the main hull just right. >> >>We'd found the shapes for making it look the right >>way. We both knew what boats were supposed to look >>like, but the paper we were using wasn't strong enough >>to hold the shape. >> >>And when we tried cardboard, it didn't bend right >>without making cracks and creases, which just ruined >>the whole look of it. >> >>We had finally settled on repeatedly cutting the >>shapes out, and then using a glue stick (I got from >>Grandfather) to keep building on to the outside, until >>the paper was just thick enough to hold the shape we >>wanted. >> >>It actually came out quite sturdy from that technique. >>She would have it on display in her room for many >>years to come, and that was after we had played with >>it, with our toys. >> >>It was at this point the older boys were brought in. >> >>I had no idea at first what it was that they had done, >>but I could peice most of it together after hearing >>the lecture that they were being given. >> >>There was a house up the road, (opposite direction >>from my house) and three children lived up there. Both >>Georgie and Michael liked playing with the boy. But >>that particular house was not next to the property, >>like all the others. >> >>Mr and Mrs C's children, (and by extension Michael) >>were allowed to go anywhere on the Lumber yard >>property, (On my family's property) or to any of the >>houses here next to said property, provided that they >>use the back trail. Walking along or crossing the road >>was Out of Bounds. >> >>That house was beyond the property line AND across the >>street. >> >>The kids up the road however were allowed on our >>property, of course. My family was good about that. >>They also had their parents permission to go as far as >>my house. The only real restriction was not to go >>beyond our property line. (similar to about every kid >>associated with the lumber yard) >> >>Oh, and those other kids couldn't go to the lumber >>yard and they couldn't be at my house when we were >>using the pool. >> >>But they followed the pool rule, only about as >>faithfully as Brothers and I followed the rule about >>Keeping our fingers out of Mr K's cookies, until after >>dinner. >> >>And as far as I know, those kids never got busted for >>joining everybody in the pool. Michael and Georgie did >>however get busted across the street at their house. >> >>That would be an out of the way trip for Mr C, if he >>were coming home from work, so I'm not exactly sure >>how they got caught. >> >>Few, if any of us, were allowed near the road. It >>wasn't a highway, and it wasn't a main road. It was a >>back road. But sometimes cars did speed through. >> >>Typically crossing the road was a minor offense, but >>it seems there was more to it than just that. From >>what I gathered, they had already been scolded that >>day for the same offense, but over at the general >>store, across the street from the Lumber yard. >> >>(That was Out of Bounds too, but that rule was also >>obeyed like the cookie plate. I'd just get Father or >>Grandfather to walk me over sometimes. If they weren't >>home, they'd surely be at the lumber yard.) >> >>Also there may have been some back-talking, and >>insistence that they were old enough to cross the >>street safely on their own. >> >>Whatever happened up the road, the discussion was not >>going well for the boys here, because they were still >>trying to debate the point after being told, they were >>grounded to the house, for the rest of the weekend. >> >>(It's better than being grounded to your room, so just >>take what you got and move on) >> >>After so much arguing Mr C had finally enough. Still >>right there in the living room, he demanded, "Put your >>pants down! Both of you!" >> >>Nicole and I exchanged looks. I could only guess what >>she was thinking, but I was wondering if maybe we >>should just slip out the back door. >> >>But NO ONE was paying any attention to us. Everyone >>may have even forgotten that we were there on the far >>side of the couch. >> >>My own parents wouldn't do it this way, not with >>siblings watching. But then to be fair, we did have a >>much bigger house. >> >>The boys, they were confused, or shocked, or something >>at first; because they just stood there like deer in >>the headlights, until the demand was repeated. >> >>And to be clear, this wasn't the first rodeo for >>either of them, they knew exactly what he meant by >>"put your pants down". The boys did as they were told >>while Mr C grabbed the ping-pong paddle. >> >>There with us watching from the other side of the >>couch, he paddled the heck out of the older boys! Both >>were giving quite a show by the end of it. >> >>Michael was almost facing us, so were couldn't see his >>bottom, but Georgie got his rear blistered so badly >>that I wouldn't see damage like that again until the >>horse-stick, at that school. >> >>They were both screaming their heads off, jumping all >>around the room with their pants still down, and drama >>everywhere, even after the actualpaddling was done! >> >>Mr C then said, "Now that's the end of all of this. >>Neither of you are to leave the yard for the rest of >>the weekend, and I better not catch you crossing the >>street again." >> >>Both the boys acknowledged and then with their pants >>only partially pulled back up, they hobbled down to >>Georgie's room. Bottoms were still exposed the whole >>way! >> >>I could only imagine what happened when they got to >>his room. >> >>Once everyone left the living room, Nicole and I got a >>good laugh about it. Like I said, I don't know if >>anyone even realized that we were there.

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