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As a psychologist nearing retirement I've seen a number of extraordinary cases during my career, as have most people who have spent time working in this profession. Most of us have also seen one case that we refer to when asked about the oddest, most bizarre case we've dealt with. The young man referred to me who is known as "Spanky" is undoubtedly the most unique, strange, freakish case I've ever encountered. The following tale is factual and has been written using my case notes. As a professional, it would be unethical for me to disclose identities, so I've used pseudonymns in place of the real names in my notes. (P2) Spanky (aka George) was referred to me by an elementary school counselor who was deeply concerned about his well-being. Although the boy grew up with an affluent Southern family, he was troubled by feelings of inferiority and impotence. His father, George Sr. noted disciplinary problems in his son early on. George Jr. (who I'll hereafter refer to as "Spanky," since that's the nickname he was commonly known by) has suffered from an affliction that probably falls under the OCD (obsessive-compulsive disorder) diagnosis. It seems young Spanky developed sexually a bit prematurely and felt, early on, compelled to vigorously masturbate - hence the nickname that followed Spanky through life. Not being a very clever child, Spanky (like most masturbators) tried to conceal his obsession, but was frequently caught by his mother Barbara who became so stressed by her son's behavior that her hair turned a brilliant gray at an early age. Also distressed by Spanky's behavior, George Sr. followed the beliefs his Christian heritage prescribed and gave the boy a good spanking on several occasions. However, rather than deter the boy's wanking, the spankings served to arouse the boy. After a few sessions on the knee which resulted in erections and ejaculation, the boy's father simply gave up on trying to discipline the lad. (P3) Young George Jr. didn't seem to mind the abuse and ridicule heaped on him by his peers. The name Spanky came around after an incident at school where George was furiously wanking in a custodial closet (thinking the door was locked) when a group strolling down the hallway heard the rather vulgar sounds emanating from the closet. Upon opening the closet door a young woman exclaimed, "George is spanking it!" At the time, no one knew that George would spend the rest of his life spanking it. (P4) Although he wasn't really surprised to hear of his son's behavior at school, George Sr. was concerned enough to contact the pastor at the family's fundamental Christian church. The pastor spoke privately with Spanky on a number of ocassions and George Sr. was satisfied that the way his son walked after seeing the pastor alone was proof that a good ol' fashion spanking can work wonders. The pastor resigned the next year after some parents learned of "spankings" he was giving their sons. (P5) The sad part of all this is how much a single behavior and nickname can alter the course of a life. In high school Spanky wanted to play football but wasn't allowed in the locker room because everyone at the school had seen him masturbating somewhere or other. In most cases like this (I'm not sure there have been others. George may be unique) the police would have intervened and sent the boy to reform school with the other jerk-offs. But Spanky's family, being an old, established, elite lot, convinced the police that Spanky was simply a mischievous young lad who would outgrow his idiosyncrasies. Not allowed to play ball, or go near the locker room, Spanky sat alone, watching the games with one arm beneath the long coat he always wore. The the cheerleaders played a cruel joke, reciting this cheer during the homecoming game: "Spanky... Spanky... We know what you really need! Spanky... Spankeee... Don't get that on your father's knee." (P6) Spanky couldn't take any more. He rose to his feet as the cheerleaders jeered at him and the crowd laughed. His long coat fell open and the crowd laughed harder. He ran, stumbling, as the crowd cheered him on like a player making a touchdown: "Spanky, Spanky, Spankee..." That's when he met Laura - a kind, simple woman who would love him forever. (P7) Laura rushed to Spanky as he lay writhing after tripping over a bench. He lay on his back moaning, rolling from side to side as his open-front long coat exposed his unzipped pants and a no longer turgid member. Laura gently tucked Spanky's penis back where it belongs, helped him up and took him home to his father and mother who were long past being disgusted with the boy. Laura and Spanky became the perfect couple. She was a frigid Christian girl and he couldn't get it up without stroking anyway. They would eventually have children using artificial insemination to overcome their sexual inabilities. (P8) Spanky would eventually attend a prestigious university where it is rumored he belonged to a famous fraternal club of jerk-offs. Spanky's story is a long one, which can't be told in one sitting. I'll further review my notes and finish his tale later.

 

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firefall
Monday, 19 November 2007
Fucking Evanid! This time you've stepped far, far beyond the bounds of propriety. You CAN NOT mock the greatest man in the world, even if you are a ghost now. Dubya will find a way to send you to Ghost Gitmo where you won't have that internet connection you've got in hell (compliments of Comcast). BTW: I know you've been haunting Heteronly, goosing my redneck patrons. Homeland security is certainly going to do something about you. Go haunt some whore in Pattaya godamnit! This is America. You shut your fucking ghostrap, or we'll get your ass!
Monday, 19 November 2007
Oh Fuck! Are you two going at it AGAIN? Don't you think people get tired of you two fighting with each other. Although I agree with you, Firefall, that Evanid is going too far when he makes fun of the leader of the free world, I still think you're the dumbest fucking redneck I've never met
Monday, 19 November 2007
Well, I for one will defend Evanid. He has the right, like all Americans, to express himself. I loved him when he was alive, and I still love him!
Monday, 19 November 2007
Well, it's a good thing you're a transexual Succubus, or I'd be more jealous than I am:-)
firefall
Monday, 19 November 2007
OH FOR CHRIST'S SAKE! What the hell kind of lunatic asylum have I stepped into. Evanid, Succubus, Incubus, and now QUEERQUEST! I'll probably go to hell for just reading this.
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