Those Days When Things Were Right And Wrong And The Licks Kept Coming

Whack! Whack! Whack! Three licks for talking back to the coach. That's the way it was back then, when the Red White and Blue was everywhere to be seen and the Pledge of Allegiance was in every school. Note that their was no bare butt licks, you kept your pants on and thought hard about putting a magazine in your pants. If you got caught it was two more licks, and with malice aforethought. The man responsible for the licks was the baseball coach who everyone knew liked to swat young men on their behind. Bend over the table and take it like a man.

But if you were scared and couldn't take the licks, you could drop your pants and feel his hands on your shoulders and wham, wham, wham you were his sissy. Not that any one ever told on themselves.

The thing for me is that it led to a lot of confusion, because I truly liked the licks, the harder the better. But I also liked his hands on my shoulders, so if I had to pick I took a couple of licks before lowering my pants and left with tears in my eyes and a smile from ear to ear.

I know this will disturb the folks on here who are against such things, but in our days there wasn't much if any juvenile delinquency, Every one knew that a trip up to F was a sure fire way of finding out just how much a sissy you were. No one came out of F with out knowing first hand the pleasures of a dick up your ass or a dick in your hand. Those were the choices, a simple system really.

There were some that were deemed incorrigible by the judge and they were sentenced to the Marine Corp, not the place you wanted to volunteer to and learn all about rice patties first hand. No sir, in our town there wasn't much if any juvenile delinquency and the only one I knew who wanted to go to Viet Nam volunteered to ride helicopters. He was that type, his mother signed the papers so he could volunteer at 17. Poor guy, after basic training he got assigned to Mortuary Duties as a clerk in Germany.

Most all of us went on to be good men, good in the sense of fulfilling our duties. Some of us remember with a grin those days when your pants were thin, and the coach was king, and if you couldn't take it you felt his hands on your shoulders. Not that anyone ever volunteered right out to take it up the ass instead of taking the licks like a man. But we will never know, will we?