Case History 1
Subject: Timmy W. Age: Fourteen
INTERVIEW ONE
This young boy of a wealthy and prominent family in his state, had been expelled from several public schools. He was then sent to a private school that specialized in dealing with problem children by using a form of military discipline.
But he rebelled against this use of force against him even more strongly than he rebelled against his family life, and had several brushes with the law. Although the family was ashamed to admit that the boy had emotional problems, he was finally taken for analysis as a last resort, on the advice of his guidance counselor.
I think I always hated my parents a little. Every time I turned around, one of them was in Europe or someplace halfway around the world. There's not one time I can remember that I had the both of them around when I needed them. After awhile, I just stopped needing them, and started doing a whole lot of stuff on my own.
It's their own fault that I've been getting into such trouble. The two of them just shake their heads and tell everyone, that they just can't understand why I'm turning out so bad when I've had all the advantages. Well, between you and me that's a crock of shit in plain English.
Maybe you can just call it my way of protesting absentee parents. They aren't any different from their friends, but I think the other kids put up with it because they're too stupid to know any better. I'm the only one that has the guts to do anything about it at all.
If you're going to tell me that I could have done it in a less violent manner, don't bother. Because I've heard all that before. I'm just doing things the way the adults do. All you have to do is pick up any newspaper or watch TV, and you'll see that adults protest in just the same way.
So what's good enough for them is good enough for me. That's the way I see it. They don't -even know what happened to me when I was six. You can see by that that I was never very close to them, even in those days. And I've never thought of telling them, even to this day.
I will tell you though, since that's what I'm supposed to be here for. If they bothered staying home with me a little more, especially while I was such a young, innocent kid, then I might not have gotten started that way. What kind of parents would leave a kid that young alone with a brand new governess that they hardly knew anything about?
Maybe I ought to tell you how it went. I have a hunch that you'll be on my side when I'm through. She was this Frenchwoman, and didn't even speak much English.
I wonder what she would have done if we had a fire or something? Anyway, she did speak enough English to get me into a whole lot of trouble. Marie was only in the house a week, when my folks decided to take off on a European cruise and leave me behind with her for six weeks.
Not that it mattered how long they were gone. It didn't even take that hot bitch six days to do me in. I'm sure my dad must have hired her for that terrific build, and I wouldn't be surprised if he had checked her out in the sack before he left.
That's the reason why we're always getting new servants in my house. My dad fucks them all around the house, and when they start asking for something in return, he throws them the hell out. If he had stuck around long enough, he probably would have gone through this one before she got a chance to do anything-to me.
Marie had good references from this French family that my father knew through business. I wouldn't be surprised if he also knew how she did in the sack with his friend. I'm sure that neither one of them thought to find out if she was responsible enough to take care of kids.
As it turned out, she thought nothing of fooling around with little boys, or little girls either, for that matter. She used to look at me with this queer expression whenever she was giving me a bath, and when I had temper tantrums for what my folks were doing, she would cuddle me real tight-too tight.
For the first couple of days, whenever the other servants weren't around, and we were alone in some part of the house, she would grab me up off the floor and hug me in such a way that her hands always landed on my little ass. She would squeeze it so that it felt like she was only playing, but the palms of her hands would slide all around back there, whenever she thought that she could get away with it.
At first, I just took it for her being a little more affectionate than the ones I had taking care of me before her. I guess I don't have to tell you, that a kid who has parents always leaving him, really can use affection, even if it comes from a paid servant.
Right from that first sneaky hug of hers, I found myself hugging her right back, and when things got especially affectionate, something which she seemed to get too much of a kick out of, now that I think about it, I would get little rewards. She had all these cute little toys stashed around the house, and she was always bringing them out from her hiding places.
You know something? That's just the way I trained my dog! Whenever he learned one of his tricks, I would give him a reward. She really was a rotten bitch, setting up a kid like that. And there I was, going after it, just like a puppy.
By the end of that first week, I was even following her around like a little puppy. And one day, I followed her into the bedroom. I'm sure now that she planned it that way. Because it was a little early in the day for what I was supposed to have caught her doing, by accident.
By accident, as I said. She just happened to be getting out of her uniform. And she wasn't wearing any bra. Once in awhile, I used to see my mother walking around in a slip and a bra. So I knew what a woman was supposed to have on under her clothes.
As soon as I saw those bare titties, I couldn't help walking right up to her. And I couldn't help staring right at them.
"What are those things?"
"They're called breasts."
"I don't have them."
"That's because you're a boy. Boys have other things that make bumps in their clothes."
"I like those things."
"Really?"
"Yeah. I like them a lot."
"Would you like to play with them?"
"Is that allowed?"
"Well, it really isn't. But I'll tell you what. If you promise to be a really good boy, and not tell anyone, then I think it will be all right if you play with them."
"Oh, I promise."
"All right then."
So she sat down in the rocking chair, and I climbed in her lap, just the way she liked me to. It seemed perfectly natural for me to put my hands out and try to play with the new toys that she was offering me. But just before my hands actually touched her, she grabbed my wrists, and stared into my face with this very serious expression.
"Remember, this must be our secret."
"But you said it was all right."
"It is, but I do not think that your parents will feel the same way I do about it."
"I don't like them anyway."
"Good. Then it will be fun to have a secret that they won't know about. Now, won't it?"
"I'll never tell them. Not even if they torture me."
"You know what? You're such a good little boy, I am going to give you another thing to play with, too."
"Hey, neat!"
That other thing that she was giving me was her cunt. She pushed her cunt right up against my little bottom, as she slipped her panties down her legs. That's when I really started to stare. I had learned my lesson about the difference between boys and girls firsthand.
"You don't have a long thing like mine." "No, and I don't have two little balls under it, either."
"How do you pee?"
"There's a little hole in the middle of this furry patch."
"I can't see it."
"Come a little closer then."
I had to scrunch up in the chair, and get on me knees so that I could get my head looking in the right direction. And all the time, I was moving around on her naked body, she kept sighing and moaning all over the place.
After that, once I got a close look at that furry little cunt of hers, I got so caught up in it, that I bent my head all the way down, with my nose just about touching it. I saw this little crack in there, and I wanted to know what it led to.
"Do you pee from there?" "Yes."
"But where does it come out from?"
"If you get even closer, you'll see."
"How can I get so close inside?"
"Did you know that even grown-up men like to get their heads way down there and even use their tongues to play around in the slit?"
"That's not true!"
"Yes, it is."
"Then I want to do it, too."
"Okay, just put your face all the way down there. First you can just rub it around to see how nice and soft it is."
"Oh, that's nice. Just like my teddy bear. Only warmer. Can I play with it some more?"
"All you like."
"What can I do next?" "Do you kiss your teddy bear?"
"Sure, because I love him."
"And do you love me?"
"Uh-huh."
"Then you can kiss this soft pussy just like teddy."
"Can I call it pussy, too?"
"Yes, you may."
"Good. I love you, pussy."
And it was so soft and warm to me that I did love it just like one of my favorite toy animals. So I kissed it just like I did my teddy bear. The warmth of it was so nice and cozy, that I didn't want to take my mouth and face away from there.
The hairs were all crinkly against my nose and I started to munch on them. Marie sighed, and her voice got all husky. I felt her hand on the top of my head. She was rubbing and pressing it down more, all at the same time. I could tell that she liked what I was doing.
"Stick your tongue out now. Why don't you lick it around in there? Especially inside the slit. You might be surprised at what you find."
By then I was so happy with what I was doing, that I would have gone all the way down and dug around even if I didn't have her permission. Actually, I had more than that. She was begging me to do it.
"Spread the lips. Now go all the way inside with your tongue. Oh, now, that feels so nice."
I was using my little fingers at the same time I was digging around in her cunt. I found the hole, all right, and I couldn't help working my fingers in there, and wiggling them around. I wanted to find if there was anything in there. Somewhere along the line, I found this little button on the top.
Whenever I touched it, it moved. And then it started to get bigger and bigger. I wanted to see what would happen if I licked it, so I tried that too, and the damn thing swelled even more.
Then, before she could say anything to stop me, I put my little teeth on it, and munched.
"Oh, you naughty little boy. No, don't stop. Do that some more. How did you know how to do something so wonderful?"
So there I was, happy as could be, licking and eating at that wet, warm thing. She kept on making her little suggestions, and I did everything she wanted me to. For awhile there, I couldn't tell which one of us was happier.
Then all of a sudden, something happened in there, and my mouth and tongue got all wet with this warm, sticky stuff. I couldn't tell where it was all coming from. But I guessed that it was coming from a peehole, someplace inside, in the dark, where I couldn't see.
Only it didn't smell like pee, and I couldn't figure out what it tasted like. It tasted strange, not bad, not good, just weird. But, I didn't really have a chance to figure out that one, because I was too hung up on all the sounds she was making.
She was moaning and groaning. And some of the sounds she was making were like somebody had hurt her. I wanted to get my head out of there, because I was scared I had done something terrible to her. But when I tried to move, she clamped down on my head with both her hands.
This time, she pressed me so far down in there, that I couldn't breathe. My mouth was pressed flat open all the way inside that gooey hole, and my nose was pressed in so tight that it felt like it was going to break. And then, the smell in there had gotten hotter, kind of sweet and steamy.
I thought I was going to die before she finally let up on my head. Then I was too tired to get very far away. So I just lay my face down on her thigh,, and gulped air. Pretty soon I felt her hand stroking the side of my face, just the way she did when my folks went away, and I was doing a lot of crying.
"That was superb."
"What does that mean?"
"It was wonderful."
"Then why were you crying."
"Oh, that wasn't crying. Don't you ever feel so happy sometimes, that you make little squealing sounds?" "I think so."
"My sounds were because I was much too happy just to be laughing. It was more than our usual sort of fun."
"Then you're proud of me?"
"I certainly am. It will be several weeks before your parents return from their trip. If you are a very good little boy until then, we can do things like this whenever the other servants are not around."
Then she gave me a special toy that I had been wanting for a very long time. She must have asked the cook to pick out just that one. I felt like she was a cross between Santa Claus and the Good Fairy, and I couldn't have been happier if she had trotted in a whole string of ponies.
As happy as I was with the present, she really didn't have to give it to me, because I thought the toy I had been playing with until then was just as wonderful as any in a store.
INTERVIEW TWO
I guess I don't have to tell you that every day after that, I woke up thinking of ways that I could be especially good and please her so much that she would take me into her room, and let me play with that toy of hers again. It was funny how she overlooked small bad things that I did, and it wound up at the end of the day that I was the best little boy in the whole world. She never found a thing wrong with my behavior in all those weeks that my parents were away. And I got my reward every night before my bedtime.
After a few days, when she was satisfied that I had learned all the little tricks she wanted me to do, when I was licking her cunt, she would have me play with her titties, and lick on them, too.
I couldn't have been happier. Whatever she asked me, I did. And I loved every second of it. My toy chest was getting pretty full, too.
I could push most of my hand into her cunt, and play around in there as much as I liked. And I could lick all over the front of her body, which I did a lot of. I was very happy with all that.
And then she went and spoiled it all. One day, when she was laying naked on her bed, she turned over on her belly, and got up on all fours, kind of like a dog. Then she turned her head and told me to lick her ass just the way I did with her cunt.
But I wouldn't do it, after I got my nose in there. I didn't like the way it smelled.
"I don't like it. It doesn't smell so nice." "You do it anyway." "I won't!"
"We'll just see about that."
Then she pulled down my pants, and started to spank me. But no matter how hard she hit me, I still said that I wouldn't do it. Finally she got a belt out of my father's closet, and started to whack me with that, and it hurt something awful.
I was so scared of getting hit anymore, that I promised to do whatever she wanted. So she got down on her belly again, and had me crawl up on the bed behind her.
When I started licking, I saw her put her hand under her cunt, and start to play with it, just the way she liked me to do. I kept on licking, and even when she told me to stick my tongue in there, I did as I was told. I was afraid not to.
By then, I had learned that when she got all moany and shaky, that she was through with me. So I kept on going until that happened, and when it did, she fell down in a heap on the bed. For a couple of seconds, she didn't even seem to know that I was still in the room.
So I ran the hell out of there, and into my parents' bedroom, because it had a lock on the door. She came running after me soon enough, and threatened to tell my folks that I did some terrible things to her, if I didn't come out.
So I did, but only after I warned her that I would say she beat me something awful and made me do those things. After that time, I would run and hide a lot whenever I thought that she might make me do the stuff I didn't want to. It was licking her ass that I didn't like.
I hid from her for a couple of days. But she was smart. She knew that before too much longer, I would get to miss licking her cunt and her tits.
And that's exactly what happened. Finally, I stopped hiding and started being a good boy again. She knew what I was hoping for her to say, but she waited and waited.
I was the one who had to ask if I could come to her room and play with her. She asked me if I would lick her ass again, and I started to run away. So then she said that I could only do her front if I wanted to.
I guess that she was missing it, too. Because she never forced me to do anything that I didn't want to after that. And I was happy to have my little face in her cunt again. But I was still pretty angry at her for giving me that beating, and making me lick her ass.
A couple of days before it was time for my parents to come home, I started planning my revenge. I know that she didn't expect me to cause her any trouble, because I kept on going to her room, until the very last minute before the limousine turned into the front driveway.
And then I ran sobbing, right to the door, and told my parents how she had beaten me every day, and made me do some terrible things. Of course, she denied it all, but when I described what a cunt looked like, and what happened to her tits when I sucked them, they knew it was the only way that I could have found out stuff like that.
Well, my mother fainted. But that didn't impress me very much. What my father did was really great. His face got all red and purple, and he made his hands into fists and went after her. She screamed and went running to her room, locking it before he could get to her.
All the servants came running when they heard him pounding on the door. The butler finally talked him into leaving her alone, until she had time to pack and get out of there.
I still wonder if he was so mad because she had done something sinful to a baby like me, or if he was mad because he wasn't the one who got to do it to her.
At any rate, it was worth my mother fainting and all that racket, because for six whole months after that, they actually stayed home with me most of the time. That was the first time that I could remember getting up every morning and peeking into their rooms to see occupied beds, and when I went to sleep at night, they were both there to tuck me in.
That's when I got the idea that all I had to do to keep my parents from going away and leaving me was to be in some kind of trouble. Then it was September and I was to start kindergarten.
I had a new nanny all that time. She was old and gray-haired and very nice and polite to everybody. Actually, I liked her a lot, and felt very safe with her. But she wasn't as much fun as the French one.
They decided that I was in very good hands, and they went off and left me alone again. I guess they figured that between all the new friends I would be making and the kind, gray-haired nanny, I would go back to being a normal, healthy kid.
But I knew a lot more than the other kids my age, and I didn't really want to play with them. Especially the boys. I acted very snotty and told them I knew a whole bunch of stuff they couldn't find out. Pretty soon, I was the most popular kid in the whole class, because they all wanted to know my secrets.
When my birthday came around, and my parents were out of the country, as usual, my nanny took it on her own to make a birthday party for me. It was going to be out in the back under circus tents. And we had a clown and all kinds of great stuff.
That's when I decided that I was going to put on a little show of my own. It wasn't easy because there were servants all over the place. But I told them that we wanted to play hide and seek. Then I whispered something into the kids' ears, and they passed it along.
When the time came for us to run and hide, we all went into the little wooded spot that marks the ground between our place, and the one next door. Then we all met right in the middle, and I told them I was going to show them the tricks my other nanny had taught me.
Only one of the girls was willing to take her clothes off, and I grabbed her. Then a couple of the other boys didn't want to be left out, so they did the same thing. The girls were kicking and screaming a little, until they saw that Marcia, the one I had, thought that it was fun.
So they lay there quietly, too, and waited to see what I was going to do to her. When I spread her legs, and started licking all over her little cunt, they all gathered around and started to stare like crazy. I did a little staring myself, because I expected to see a hairy thing down there.
But it wasn't hairy, and it smelled different. A lot sweeter. When the boys saw how great I thought it was to be licking her like that, they decided to try it. And the girls could see that Marcia thought it was pretty terrific herself. So they spread their little legs, and pretty soon there were half a dozen or so of us going at it like that.
Little kids don't know much about being afraid, and we weren't especially sneaky either. I think we just wanted to hide because little kids like to keep secrets.
Not one of us thought how long we had been hiding, or that any of the servants would come looking for us. But my nanny had taken care of lots of kids in her time, and she had a hunch that we couldn't be up to much good.
She had not been told what the previous nanny had done to me, so she was only guessing that we might be doing something naughty. When she came back there, and caught the whole bunch of us, her face went as gray as her hair.
She picked me up by the back of my neck, knowing that I was the ringleader, because the teacher had told her how I was always bossing the other kids around and beating up the little boys. The other servants came around and helped the kids get into their clothes, while I was dragged to my father's study.
That was the only time that she spanked me, and it was a real dilly. I cried and cried. But I knew better than to threaten her the way I did with the other one. I really didn't want her to keep it a secret from my parents anyway.
They would be able to find out what had happened from the kids and the other servants, and know that it wasn't her fault. I didn't want her to be blamed because I wanted her to stay and take care of me forever. But I think even at that age, I knew that my parents would be very worried about the way I was turning out.
I'll say this much for them. Whenever they were around, which wasn't very often, they seemed to be really concerned for what was happening to me. And it is true that I had the best of everything. I know that it must have been a big sacrifice for my father to hire a woman that he couldn't fuck. So he must have loved me enough to give that up.
And they were very, very worried. My father thought about giving me a beating. But my mother wouldn't allow it. She took me in her lap, and cried all over me for a long time. And the two of them talked about what they were going to do to me right over my head, like I didn't speak the language or something.
They talked about sending me to a child psychiatrist, or maybe a special school for disturbed children. But my mother wouldn't have it. She was too ashamed for the other families. Not that they didn't already know that I was a lot different from their own kids.
But the parents were sure to keep it quiet. They didn't want the names of their own kids getting into the picture too. They were talking like that for a couple of hours.
I kept nodding off, and then waking up again, still in my mother's lap, and they were still talking. About the only suggestion I did not hear them come up with, was the one that they would stay home with me, and never leave again.
So if they loved me, and I think they do, it still only went as far as they didn't have to give up any of their own fun. Only when they felt so very guilty that even they couldn't live with it, did they ever stay with me. But it never lasted very long.
That's why I think I've been getting into trouble ever since. There are many times when I can do my stuff and get away with it, but I don't. Sometimes when it's over and I've been caught, I think to myself that there could have been a better way, and nobody would have been on to me.
I'm not dumb, but I guess you know that from my school record. Even though this is the sixth school that they've put me in. But they're not dumb either, and that's why I don't understand how come they haven't figured out what I want from them yet.
Every time they would find a stricter nanny for me, or give me more rules to follow. And I would just do worse things. And when they kicked me around from one school to another, and finally to this one, which is just like a prison, I know that I have to do something about it.
As soon as they think that somebody finally has control over me, they take off. And the only way that I can get them back again, is to get into some more trouble. It's finally gotten to the point that I don't much care what kind of punishment I get, as long as it winds up that they fly back home as fast as they can get here.
Maybe they are wise to me after all, and they just don't want to do it. Because I managed to get into a whole bunch of sex trouble when I was still going to public school, and they wouldn't come home until the principal said that he would call in the police. But you know how many times they had caught me with girls by then? Four times!
Not that I wasn't caught a whole bunch of times before that. I think that I've been caught with my tongue up a cunt at least twice in every grade. And it was never the first time that I did it to one of those girls when they caught me.
Because, you see, I always managed to get girls who wouldn't tell on me. Not that I wanted it that way. I was getting a lot of kicks out of eating them out even before I got anything physical out of it for myself. And then, when I started to notice how hard and aching my prick would get, I would want to do it even more.
As soon as I was old enough to come, I would whip it out and jerk myself off while I ate the girl out like crazy. And they loved it so much that they never wanted to tell on me, even the ones that didn't want to let me at first.
Even when I would have to beat them up a little, to make them take off their panties, they would come back for more of the same treatment again and again, promising that they wouldn't tell on me. I guess they didn't understand any more than I did, that I really wanted to get into trouble. Even I didn't understand until lately.
I think that if that French woman had not taught me how to eat cunt, I would have only found some other way to get into trouble. Maybe bust some windows or get into fights with other boys. Not that I haven't gotten into a few brawls in my time. But that was only when I couldn't find a girl to do. My way of protesting is a lot more fun than theirs.
They have me down as a sex offender now, because I wouldn't tell them how I got started. When you have money, they don't put you down as a juvenile delinquent. It looks like rich people would much rather have their kids called sick or weird, than hardened criminals.
I suppose it's a lot more elegant, as my mother would put it, to have your kid called weird.
Then they can put it off to being rich and spoiled, or troubled by all the suffering humanity around us. That's exactly what they say when they have their friends over for bridge and cocktail parties, and they do get a lot of attention for having a kid with my kind of reputation.
When the men hang around my Dad's study and smoke their cigars, they make the sly little comments like I must be growing up to be an oversexed stud like my father. Or it must be that I'll use my energy to be a real playboy and business tycoon when I grow up.
My mother's people will sit around and say how they can't understand what happened to me when I have all the advantages. And they feel so sorry for the poor woman, like she gave birth to a kid with inborn defects or something. And my father's people are just about envious of him for having a boy that's turning out to be an ace stud.
But not one of them really understands why I'm doing all this. Until the school psychiatrist forced them to pay attention. It's the best break I've had even though I hate the place otherwise. Because now they have to listen, to him and to me, since they're paying plenty for it. And they have been warned not to leave the country until you say it's okay. I hope you aren't in any hurry.