Date: Mon, 28 May 2018 16:48:46 -0400
From: gabewallis <gabewallis@protonmail.com>
Subject: Personal Responsibility chapter 1

DISCLAIMER: This is a fictional story and contains descriptions of sex
between young boys and men. If that offends you, stop reading. If it's
illegal where you live, stop reading. If you can't differentiate between
fantasy and reality, stop reading and get help.

Key words: spanking, humiliation. Oral and anal sex in future installments.

* * *

It was a beautiful day outside, the first real day of summer. Kids were
just getting out for summer, and I'd been treated to some lovely sights
already. At the moment, it was just sounds: giggling, splashing, and
screaming. I ran a hand through my salt-and-pepper hair. Even at
thirty-five, I looked and felt more or less the same as I had in my
twenties, except for a few gray hairs.

My eyes closed in my garden chair and I imagined the boys making those
sounds. Nearly naked in their backyard pools, tussling with each
other. Hands wandering along smooth bodies...

My dick was starting to harden when a shrill voice snapped me out of my
reverie. "Young man, what the hell do you think you were doing? You went
behind my back and spent my money on a fucking- on a computer game! A game
you told me was free!"

My eyes opened again. I was curious. I knew some of the neighborhood boys
played video games together – I often heard my neighbor Kyle laughing
with his friends late into the night. The sound of his soprano voice had
fueled many a masturbatory fantasy. Come to think of it, wasn't that Kyle's
mom talking now?

"Mom," came Kyle's exasperated voice, much quieter than his mother's. "I
didn't mean to-" but he was cut off.

"Didn't mean to get caught?" She gave a mirthless laugh. "That's fifty
bucks I won't be spending on your birthday. If I spend anything at all!"

Kyle started to protest again, but his mother wasn't having any of it. I
half hoped she would spank him, but that didn't happen. A shame; his pert
little ass was practically begging for it. As far as I knew, he hadn't been
spanked since his dad had walked out on him and his mom five years
ago. Damn, I missed hearing the slaps and cries coming through the walls at
night.

Several long minutes later, she finally finished, leaving Kyle no doubt
sitting on his bed sulking. I felt a little sorry for the lad; it had to be
a shitty way to start the summer, but he did have it coming. Perhaps more
than just a talking to.

Silence fell over my back yard after Kyle's mom was done. It seemed the
neighboring children had stopped to listen as their buddy was told
off. Slowly, the splashing and laughing resumed and I started to formulate
a plan.

I had some odd jobs that needed doing around the house. I'd been thinking
of hiring a cleaner, but I'd never really gotten around to it. There was
other stuff too: my pool needed cleaning, the yard needed to be spruced up;
there was even a little decorating. Once Kyle's mom had calmed down a
little, I was sure she would see the benefit of her son taking on a little
responsibility. He could even pay her back for whatever he'd spent her
money on. Fifty bucks was a lot for a twelve-year-old, after all! As a
little bonus, I'd get to look at that sexy little imp a lot over the next
few weeks. Perhaps even more than look, if I played my cards right.

I made myself look presentable and knocked on her door, winning smile in
place. "Ms. Phillips," I said, holding my hand out to her. "It's good to
see you! I couldn't help overhearing a little commotion earlier, is
everything okay?"

She looked embarrassed, her face flushing slightly. "Oh, I'm sorry. It's
just, I- I'm not really sure what to do with Kyle. He's normally such a
good boy, but this morning I found a set of charges to my credit card for
that awful game he's been playing." She shook her head, clearly angry. In
her hands was a credit card bill – she must have been going through
everything he'd spent. "You know, some days I barely even see him?"

I sighed sympathetically and nodded my head. "Boys his age can be a little
precocious. Listen, I think I might have an idea. Kyle just got out of
school, yes? Well, I could use a helper around the house. There are a few
things I'd like to get sorted while the weather's good. If he helps me, I
can pay him, and he can use that money to pay you back. How does that
sound?"

Her face lit up almost instantly. "Oh, would you? That would be great,
thank you so much!"

I tried not to let my excitement show on my face. It wouldn't do for her to
see just how eager I was to get her son all to myself for the summer. No,
as far as she was concerned, all I wanted was some cheap labor.

We discussed the details for a while. Finally, we came to the agreement
that $5 a day was a fair price, what with my effectively having to babysit
Kyle while he served his punishment. With all of that out of the way, I
bade her goodbye and returned home to work on my plans.

I decided the first day would be a good chance for Kyle to learn his
place. He'd get a spanking – what his mother should have done the second
she found those charges on her account – and be put to work in the
yard. I had a few sets of my nephew's old swimwear lying around for him to
take a pool break. After that, we could get inside away from prying eyes. I
could have a great deal of fun with Kyle indeed.

That night, I didn't hear Kyle playing his video games at all.

* * *

The following morning, at just after nine, I heard the doorbell ring. Kyle
was standing there, his normally beautiful green eyes red and blotchy,
focused intently on his feet.

"What do you have to say?" Kyle's mother gave him a little shove in the
back, causing the poor kid to stumble a little.

"Thank you for this opportunity, Mr. Burt," he said in a monotone, still
not daring to meet my eye.

Apparently satisfied, his mother gave me a wave and a smile and hurried to
her car, clearly late for work. "I'll see you at five, Kyle. Remember to do
everything Mr. Burt tells you to!"

He didn't return her wave, simply shifted his weight between his feet.

" I hear you've been quite bad, is that right?" As I spoke I ushered him
inside, placing a hand between his shoulders to guide him. He was warm to
the touch, his skin clearly smooth and soft even through his shirt.

He nodded wordlessly. The youngster's face had turned bright red now,
clashing brilliantly with his blue t-shirt. "Sorry," he said eventually.

I continued to lead him through to the front room without responding,
sitting down on the couch, gripping his hands tight to keep him close to
me. "Now, Kyle, how much of your mom's money did you spend?"

He shrugged, so I gripped his hands harder. Eventually, he opened his
mouth. "Um... fifty bucks..."

"Why did you do that?"

His mouth opened a little and then closed again. Clearly he hadn't expected
to be asked that. "I... I dunno. I wanted skins, I guess..."

I didn't pretend to know what he was talking about. Something in his video
game, clearly. "Did you expect to get those skins without working for
them?"

"No..." His green eyes were still downcast, but with my seat in front of
him he was looking right at me. As he did, I noticed that his pale blonde
hair was scruffier than normal, still damp from his morning shower.

"Has your mother punished you for stealing from her?"

Once again, Kyle was taken aback. "This is the punishment!" he
exclaimed. "Why else would I be here?"

I smirked, letting go of his hands while I adjusted myself on the
couch. "No," I said slowly, as if I were correcting a much younger boy than
Kyle. "This is just your chance to pay your mother back. Don't think you're
getting off this easy!"

Kyle lifted his hands, fidgeting nervously. His mouth opened as if he was
about to ask what was coming next. He seemed to think better of it and
closed it again.

"If I stole from my parents back in the day, they'd have whipped me until I
couldn't sit down for weeks. Kids these days are a little softer, so I'll
go easy on you." I paused to see his reaction to this. His bottom lip was
quivering slightly, fresh tears starting to leak down his cheeks.

"But Sir!" he exclaimed. "I'm not a little kid, you can't do that!"

I reached forward to pull him over my lap, cutting off his protests. "But
nothing," I said with a snarl. "You stole a lot of money from your mother,
young man. There are no two ways about this: you need to be spanked." The
boy twisted around, trying to get away from me, but I was strong. Several
years' of running and weight training had given me quite the set of
muscles.

Now that he was over my lap, I could get a real good look at his pert
little ass. He did a lot of sports – I saw his mother driving him to all
kinds of practices and competitions in her free time – and clearly they
were paying off. He was wearing shiny gray basketball shorts that clung to
his form as he struggled around on my lap. I let him wriggle for a while,
the friction making my dick feel better than it had in years.

Without any more warning, I let my hand fall down on his ass. There was
very little force behind it, but he gave a loud sob. "Kyle," I said,
feeling how tense his butt was. "I'm giving you until the count of three to
stop being a baby, or your shorts come off for this next bit. Don't tense
up, and hold still."

He twisted around to look at me, face a picture of shock. He clearly hadn't
been touched like that in years. "Sir!" he exclaimed. "Sir, that hurt!"

"One." I squeezed his ass, which was still tensed up. "Two." I sandwiched
both of his legs between mine, keeping him still. "Three." On three, I gave
him another smack, this one harder than the first. He cried out and tried
his best to stand up, hands twisting around to cover himself up.

I let him struggle for a moment, enjoying the feeling. "What did I say
would happen if you didn't stop being a baby?"

He didn't answer right away, clearly fuming at the injustice of it all.

"Kyle?" I gave his firm rump another slap. "What did I say would happen?"

"You..." he started. "You said my shorts would come off."

"Do you think I was bluffing?"My fingers slid into the waistband of his
shorts, eager to pull them off him.

"No, Sir." He'd stopped wriggling now, his body limp and face covered with
his hands.

"Well then lift up your hips."

He did as he was told, the shorts sliding down his legs to reveal a pair of
black Hanes boxer-briefs. This was a little disappointing – I preferred
my boys a little more scantily clad – but it would have to do for now.

"Good boy. Are you ready?"

He gave a muffled grunt that I assumed was assent, so I began my work. As I
spanked him, I made sure to cup my hand, making loudly satisfying slaps
without hurting the boy too much. Despite this, he gasped and yelped at
every smack, wriggling his hips around slightly. After counting fifteen in
my head, I stopped, leaving him draped over me like a rag doll.

"There's a good boy," I said in a soothing voice after I had finished. "Was
that so bad? I'm sure you've been spanked before."

He gulped and lifted his head from his hands, craning his neck to look at
me. "Yes Sir." He composed himself and then reached down to pull his shorts
back up.

Smiling, I took hold of his hand and pulled it away. "That won't be
necessary. You'll be cleaning out my pool first. Wait here, I should have
some of my nephew's old swimming things lying around for you."

Kyle looked absolutely mortified, but the spanking was evidently fresh
enough in his mind that he didn't try to talk back.

"I'll have to have a good look around for them. For now, I'd like you to
get some sunscreen on. You've been punished enough for one day, I don't
want to add sunburn on top of that!" I let him stand up and gave him a
light pat on the butt as I walked away. With a smirk, I noticed that the
front of his underwear was tented rather more than it should have been
under the circumstances. Perhaps Kyle would enjoy working with me a great
deal more than he thought.

* * *

I returned to find Kyle still wearing his shirt and undies, bottle of
sunscreen unopened on the floor. He was rubbing his ass, wincing with
pain. I felt my cock give a little twitch at this: I hadn't been hitting
hard, but it had clearly had something of an effect on the boy.

"Your butt's sore?" I asked conversationally. "I should hope so. You need
to learn to respect your mother, kiddo."

He turned around as I walked in, the front of his boxer-briefs still
obviously tented out. Fuck, this was going to be hot. "I managed to find
these. Pick one, and we can get started." I threw the swimwear to him and
watched his face turn an even deeper shade of red than it already was. The
youngster was holding two pairs of Speedos, both very skimpy and thin. One
was a deep blue, the other white.

"Uh... Mr. Burt... Sir..." he started, holding each of the Speedos up in
turn, obviously trying to figure out which would cover him up the
best. "Can't I... can't I get my shorts? My house is just next door, it'll
take three seconds, I just need to-"

"No," I said firmly, cutting him off. "Your mom said I should keep you here
the whole day. Can't have you slacking off at home on your video games now,
can we?"

He blushed further, his twelve-year-old brain obviously thinking
fast. Eventually, he opted for the navy blue Speedo, handing me back the
white one. "Thanks," he muttered to the floor, shifting awkwardly. "Um, I
need to get changed," he said.

I motioned for him to go ahead and turned my back. I heard the sound of
underwear being tugged down, and a Speedo being tugged up. Without asking
if he was decent, I turned back around. I was greeted with a nice view of
the boy's bare butt as he struggled with the little Speedo. His cheeks were
a nice pink from the spanking, his legs coated in a tan that just about
reached to his thighs. All too soon, the navy blue fabric of his Speedo was
pulled taut over his butt and it was hidden from view.

"Shirt off now, Kyle, and we can get some sunscreen on you." I reached down
to pick up the bottle Kyle had dropped, squeezing a generous dollop onto my
right hand.

He pulled his shirt off but didn't turn around just yet, holding his shirt
down over his crotch as casually as he could. The poor boy's face was still
very flushed, but he was doing his best to look nonchalant. I recognized
his stance right away. Wanting to humiliate him further, I reached out with
my sunscreen-free hand and tore his shirt from him, tossing it to the
ground.

"Let's not get that dirty, shall we? We don't want to make your mom even
madder." I laughed as I spoke, eyes fixed on his crotch. I still couldn't
get a good look at what he was sporting down there, his hands were now
clasped over it. I could see in his face that he knew what I was doing,
eyes wide with fear. "Kyle," I said, giving him a stern look. "Get your
hands away from there. I don't want you playing with your little dickie
while I'm talking to you."

It took a few moments for the blonde boy to process what I'd said, the red
of his face even more obvious against his pale hair. At first he didn't
move, but eventually – glaring at me as if he wanted to hit me – he
moved his hands to his sides, clenching them into fists.

"Good boy. Now, turn around and let me get this sunscreen into you." He did
as he was told, and I sat down behind him, spreading the white cream onto
his back.

"I can do it," he said shortly. His voice was shaking with a quiet rage,
but he obeyed me anyway.

"I'm sure you can, little guy, but I don't want you rubbing yourself in the
middle of my sitting room. Haven't we just been through that?" I gave his
shoulders an affectionate squeeze at this, but they tensed up. He grunted a
little and fell quiet. I could see the edge of a hand-print on the side of
his butt, partially obscured by the blue spandex. Kyle evidently still felt
it, because he let me touch him without complaint.

It gave me the perfect opportunity to examine every inch of his lithe
body. His back was smooth, without a single blemish. He already had an even
tan from running around outside shirtless. It was nice to see boys still
did that even with their new-fangled toys and games. He had the lightest
dusting of blonde hair on his neck, trailing off in a little V shape. I ran
my finger back and forth along it as I applied his sunscreen, eliciting a
little grunt from Kyle. He stayed still, letting me touch him further.

Once the sunscreen had been applied to his back, I turned him around to
face me. His green eyes were wide and pleading, but that wasn't where I was
looking. The thin Speedo did nothing to hide his pint-sized erection. It
must have been about three and a half inches long and sticking out towards
his left leg. From the way it strained against the navy blue spandex I
guessed it wanted to point straight up, but his swimwear was too tight for
that.

He saw where I was looking and tried to cover himself up, but I took hold
of his hands and placed them on his hips. "Kyle," I said sternly. "Do I
need to tell your mother you've been masturbating in my sitting room?"

He shook his head, mouth hanging slightly open at this, so I
continued. "Hold still unless you want another spanking."

This seemed to do the trick: his hands stayed right where they were while I
applied cream to his chest. And what a lovely chest it was: he had
dime-size peach-colored nipples, each with a little dot in the middle. I
made sure to flick each of them several times as I passed them, drawing a
few moans from Kyle. He was evidently having fun, I thought to myself.

"We can't forget your legs, can we?" I asked, leaving him to finish rubbing
in the cream on his chest.

He shook his head, still teary-eyed. Mechanically, he rubbed his chest and
tummy while I took hold of his knees, spreading them to give myself better
access. I started with his left leg, running my hands up and down his soft
thigh ever so gently. The erection in front of me twitched, threatening to
burst through his tiny garment. He seemed to have resigned himself to this
indignity, eyes looking everywhere except into mine. Still, he knew better
than to try to cover himself up in front of me.

The skin of his thighs was impossibly soft, even more so than his torso. I
took my sweet time with his legs, making sure every inch had gotten my full
attention. His inner thighs were my favorite part, just at the very edge of
his Speedo. With his boy boner still stretching it out, I could just about
make out a hairless testicle hidden almost out of sight. I resisted the
urge to put sunscreen on that, wanting to ease Kyle into things before I
went that far.

Finally, I was done, sitting back and admiring my handiwork. Kyle's skin
positively glowed under the sheen of sunscreen, his little dickie as stiff
as it had ever been. "Well if nothing else, at least I know you're a hard
worker," I quipped with a pointed glance at the boy's erection.

"That's kinda gay," he mumbled, moving his hands to cover himself up.

That earned him a good hard swat on the butt. "You're the one with the
boner here," I teased as he rubbed his butt, scowling. I was half afraid he
would run at this, perhaps screaming 'bad touch' to everyone that would
listen. My fears were unfounded: he simply adjusted himself in the Speedo
and followed me through to the garden.

* * *

As I led Kyle outside to the garden, we were greeted by the sounds of the
neighborhood boys enjoying their time off school. Kyle looked wistfully
around at this, doing his best to peer through the fence towards his
friends. A firm slap on the butt was enough to snap him out of this. "Keep
going, unless you want a spanking out here too," I warned.

He must have believed this threat, because he hurried after me towards the
shed. "The first step is to get all the leaves off the top of the
pool. Here, take this." I handed him a net on a long pole, putting a hand
on his pert ass to guide him towards the pool. With one hand on the pole,
Kyle adjusted the front of his Speedos as he walked, clearly trying to get
his erection into a less noticeable position.

"Don't worry, kiddo," I assured him. "Nobody can see in. We'll keep your
little perversions between us for now."

Kyle had been craning his neck around looking for any gap in the fence that
his friends might be able to see him through. "For now?" he asked, his gaze
snapping towards me. In some ways I felt a little sorry for the lad, but
then I reminded myself how naughty he'd been. And how fucking sexy he was,
I thought, my own dick twitching now.

"We'll have to see how well you behave today, won't we?"

He didn't respond to this, opening the gated pool area and getting to
work. He'd clearly watched his friends' parents cleaning out their pools
because he knew what to do, but didn't seem quite practiced at it. That was
fine by me; the longer the boy spent toiling outside the better.

His little boner went soft as he worked. Kyle's face was still flushed red,
but it was from exertion rather than humiliation now. After a good ten
minutes – once he was almost finished skimming the leaves off the top of
the pool – he dropped the pole. "Fuck!" he exclaimed, before realizing
where he was. "Um, Sir, can you... um..."

I got up from the deck chair where I'd been observing him, putting a hand
between his shoulders. "Language." He felt warm, the sheen of the sunscreen
mixing with a thin layer of sweat. "Why did you think you were wearing
those, kiddo? Go in and get them."

He gulped and looked at the pole. It had floated to the middle of the pool;
he would have to get in completely to fish it out. "Okay," he mumbled. I
cursed my luck – I shouldn't have given him the option not to wear the
white Speedos. Still, I'd been getting a much better view than I could have
hoped for. He sat down and slid his legs into the pool, wincing slightly as
his sore butt met the concrete. Keeping his head above the water, he doggy
paddled over to the net and got it out, handing it to me.

"Good boy." I ruffled his hair as he got out, placing the net down on the
floor next to me. "It's time to brush the walls now. Do you know how to do
that?"

He nodded, running a hand through his hair to fix it. I smirked at this:
kids these days were so delicate about who touched them and where. These
few weeks would cure Kyle of that, I thought. He'd soon get used to me
touching him whenever and wherever I wanted.

I handed him the brush from the shed. The pole was much shorter than that
of the net, I'd made sure of that before Kyle arrived. To clean properly,
he would have to get down on his hands and knees, leaning forwards with his
little ass up in the air. Now that he'd gotten wet, the Speedo clung to him
like a second skin.

"Give me a good show, Kyle," I said softly, squatting down next to him and
placing a hand between his shoulder-blades, pushing him into a more
aesthetically pleasing position. "Shake that little ass for me."

Kyle didn't react right away, clearly wanting to pretend I hadn't said
anything. Eventually, he put the brush down next to him and turned to face
me, his face utterly aghast. "What the fuck?"

Perfect. With a good hard slap to the butt, I reminded him who was in
charge here. "Language," I snapped, my hand returning to his back. I felt
his untensed cheek jiggling under the blow, the poor kid almost falling in
the pool at the shock.

"Ow," he said, righting himself. "What the... heck?" he corrected
himself. His earlier tears were returning, face scrunched up against the
bright sun.

I spanked him again, the sound of my palm against his wet Speedo echoing
around the yard. "You heard me. Do you want me to spank you again?"

Kyle mumbled something that could have been "no" and did as he was told,
shaking his butt from side to side. As he brushed, he seemed to get a
little more into it, turning around to check my reaction. Each time he did,
I winked and gave him a thumbs up, which seemed to spur the boy on. When he
was finally finished, I noticed the clingy spandex tented out once
again. Kyle was fidgeting with the front of it nervously, one hand still
holding the brush. "Um... what now?"

I took the brush from him and gave a pointed glance down to his
erection. "What did I say about playing with yourself, Kyle?" I ruffled his
hair almost affectionately with my free hand, leading him towards the
house. "Let's get you inside, I think you've earned yourself a little
break."

He seemed relieved at this, leading the way back to the house. He didn't
even flinch at my hand on his damp butt, steering him through the door and
towards the kitchen.

"Would you like a drink? Maybe a popsicle?" I asked, reluctantly releasing
his pert little ass.

He nodded, and I sensed a certain disappointment in his nod. Was he really
getting used to having me touch him so quickly? He did lack a male role
model in his life, perhaps that went some way to explaining it. Not all the
way, though, and it certainly didn't explain the constant boners.

Pondering this, I got him a can of coke and a popsicle, getting myself a
beer. "Let's go sit on the couch for a while. I'd like to talk about some
things."

When we reached the couch, I stretched myself out and patted my
lap. "You're still a little damp, I don't want you ruining the leather," I
explained. "So you'll be sitting on my lap."

He sat down, taking the drink and popsicle from me. His little ass felt
fantastic against my crotch, and I felt my cock get fully hard in a matter
of seconds. He must have felt it pressing into him, because he wriggled
around and let out a little giggle.

"Something funny?" I asked, one hand resting on his well-defined tummy, the
other holding my beer.

He didn't answer right away, still laughing. "Are you some kinda perv?" he
asked eventually, taking a sip of Coke.

"Well, I know how to appreciate an attractive young man if that's what
you're asking." My hand started to slide up and down his stomach,
fingertips brushing the waistband of his Speedo. His little boner was
pulsing hard as they did, Kyle's breathing starting to get ragged.

"You think I'm attractive?" he asked, confusion in his voice. "Why are you
being such a jerk to me? Um... Sir," he added, evidently not wanting to
seem too rude.

"You've been a very naughty boy, Kyle, and naughty boys need to be taught a
lesson. But that's not what I wanted to talk to you about." My hand moved
from his tummy to his right thigh, continuing to rub up and down. He
wriggled under the touch, but didn't pull away. If anything, he spread his
legs a little wider, giving me more access. "If you were being paid more
for your work, what would you buy with the money?"

He paused to think, evidently somewhat distracted by my wandering
hands. "Uh... I'd get more V-Bucks," he said eventually. "And some new
games. I really wanna try the new God of War but Mom won't let me get it."

I didn't know what either of those things were, but I was glad he had some
stuff in mind. "Well, how would you like the chance to earn a little more
money? Money your mom doesn't have to know about?"

"What do I have to do?" he asked cautiously, turning around to look at
me. "Like... sex stuff?"

"Would it bother you if you did?" Taking a chance, I brushed my hand
against the front of his Speedo. His boner – still throbbing away –
twitched violently, and he gasped.

"Ohhhh," he gasped, wriggling his hips from side to side. I let out my own
little gasp of pleasure, gripping his little shaft through the
swimwear. "I... I dunno. How much do I get?"

"Twenty bucks a day?" I suggested. "Plus you get to feel like this all the
time." That last part was a lie: there was no way Kyle would enjoy
everything I wanted to do to him. Some of it, sure, but unless he was a
hardcore masochist...

"Fifty," he spluttered. I was impressed; the kid had a head for business
even while he was on the brink of orgasm.

"Thirty, final offer."

"...Sure," he said eventually, not sounding sure at all. "But you have to
pay me with PSN cards. Otherwise Mom will ask where I got all the money
from," he explained.

"That sounds like a deal," I said, finger and thumb rubbing against the tip
of his cock. Mentally, I made a note to research what exactly PSN cards
were and how to get them. "Don't think this gets you out of your chores,
though," I warned. "And do them properly or I won't let you feel good."

He nodded, but the feelings of ecstasy in his dicklet must be making it
hard to focus. "Mm, yeah," he said eventually, writhing around on my lap. I
continued to molest him, setting down my beer so I could use both hands. He
gasped and bucked for what must have felt like hours, head rocking back to
rest against my chest as he panted.

* * *

To be continued...

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My other stories can be found here:

Chance Encounter:
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/chance-encounter-series/

Caleb Gets Sent to Slut School:
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/caleb-gets-sent-to-slut-school