All language subtitles for Fruhreifen-Report(1973)

Early Awakening Report

Today, most 14-year-olds
have the intelligence level and

physical development of
18-year-olds in the 19th century.

How should we adults react to those changes?

We are glad our 14-year-old
children speak foreign languages

but we demonize them,
when they discover their sexuality,

when they play with themselves,
when they make love.

These are our ambiguous morals.
We don't mind that society

exploits this premature sexuality.
We let our children's

senses be flooded with highly revealing magazines,

erotic advertisements
and clothing that is designed

to provoke sexual thoughts and acts.

But on the other hand,
we are shocked when we realize that children

fall for this overstimulation. Then outraged voices can be
heard, saying that our youth is rotten.

They are not. They are different, because
the world they live in knows no taboos nowadays.

What do science-based numbers tell?
We don't want to keep them from you,

even when they will shock you.
The proven fact is, that 90% of all

children discover the other
sex before their 14th year of age

and 80% of child abuse
happens within the family home.

Over 80% of the cases where
teenagers were sexually abused

before their 14th birthday, also go unreported.

These shocking facts need to be spoken clearly.

This movie tries to do so,
openly and relentlessly, because the truth

may not be kept secret -
particularly because of our children.

Architect Wermer Heimbach
drives to meet a customer.

He doesn't know,
that he is also driving intto an incident.

An incident which can destroy his life,
because of the current laws.

Hello? Ah, it's you.

Huh, Gisela. How do you look?

Oh, I'm taking a bath.
You got me right out of it, Mr. Heimbach.

Is no one else at home?

No, Daddy will be home in
the evening and Mommy just went out.

But I had an appointment with
her regarding the apartment remodelling.

I know. She also tried to call you,
but no one answered on your end.

When will your mother be back?

I think it'll be at least an hour.

Oh, this is bad. It's very important, you know?

You know, Gisela - best I
wait until you mother comes back.

That's fine, just wait. You know
where the whisky is. I will finish my bath.

If you like, I can scrub your back.

That's not necessary, I can do it myself.

Werner Heimbach had noticed
Gisela's physical assets and her

challenging and cheeky
manners during earlier visits,

and is not easily convinced by this denial.

Hey, what are you doing?

Someone told me that little girls
can't scrub their backs by themselves.

Well, since you're here.
My dad also does it quite often.

Am I not a good uncle?

I can wash my front myself.

Do you like it?

- You have such soft skin.
- You're also very gentle.

You already have your breasts. Is that good?

Isn't it nice when a man's hand touches you?

I feel strange.

You see, I can do it differently from your father.

More tender and loving.

I will gladly come back,
but you must promise me, that this is our secret.

Yes, I'd love to.

Do you know that all
of this can be very beautiful?

Yes.

Can you imagine how beautiful it will be,
when I will kiss your breast?

Yes.

And how divine it is, when we go all the way.

The most shocking moment
for every mother is to realize that

her 12-year-old daughter
is on the way to being seduced.

What will Mrs. Hofmeister do?
As chief of the youth welfare office,

I'm confronted almost daily with such problems.

Based on a few cases from my practice, I want you

to become familiar with these issues,
and will show you at the end

of the movie what Mrs. Hofmeister decided.

A while ago I had a case which seemed

typical for the sexuality of the young.

My name is Kalli. I'm almost 10.

The girl you just saw is my sister Anita.

She is a saleswoman,
but gets a day off every week.

She preens herself for hours.

And when she paints her toe nails,
she's up to something.

Don't look so stupid.
Don't you have something else to do

than constantly stare at me?

I'm just looking through the telescope,
and if you don't like it,

go put on that warpaint in your room. Bang.

You know very well,
that the living room is the only heated one

and it's also none of your business.

Okay.

What's happening now?
Why are you turning on the TV?

A Western is on.
It's called the Last Arrows of the Sioux.

- I really want to see it.
- How long is it?

Until the last arrow is fired.
Two hours if you're unlucky.

- That's out of the question.
- Why?

Because the insurance man is comming.

Mr. Krüger.

Since when does she take
a shower in the afternoon?

That's something completely new.

Is she doing this for the insurance man?

Strange.

Kalli wonders. The man from the insurance,

who by the way is not much older than his sister,

is coming for the fifth time today
and every time Anita dresses up more.

Seeing his sister naked
doesn't impress Kalli at all.

The kids were never ashamed in
front of each other, and because of that

that, it seems little Kalli
is a normally developed child,

rather than being ahead of his age.

When the girls spray themselves
with their stinky stuff

down there, no one will smell it.

I'd better keep watching my Last Arrows movie.

You're still sitting there,
staring at the boob-tube.

- So what?
- What about when the insurance man arrives?

- Then he'll be here.
- Do me a favour: turn off that thing, go out and get some

fresh air for a couple of hours.
I have to talk alone with the man.

No, it's cold out there.
Why don't you go to his office?

Because travelling agents don't have one.

What do you want to insure? Your appendix?

You see, that's none of your business.

Well, I won't go out to play
- maybe you have another idea?

Ah, you little rascal.

Fine.

There's three Marks. Go to the movies.

Okay.

But hurry up, otherwise you will be late.

- You'll miss the B-movie if you don't hurry.
- And the ice-cream stand.

- I need another Mark for that.
- You're a real shithead.

I'm coming.

- Hello Mr. Krüger.
- Hello Kalli. But I wanted to talk just with your sister.

If you give me 3 Marks
then I will go to the movies.

Thanks.

- Ah, there you are. I thought you weren't coming.
- Excuse me.

- Now go.
- Weird welcome for an insurance guy.

- Does he suspect anything?
- He's still a child.

Come on, we;'ve only got two hours.

Of course the child hasn't noticed

what you already suspect.

This thing with the "insurance" is working.

Wow, you're really pretty today.

I have to get to the point, fast.

- What kind of insurance do we want today?
- Plaese lock the door first.

- The key is gone.
- Kalli has it.

He took it with him, because he is normally alone.
Please block the door with the chair.

So, what are we insuring today?

Your sweet jewels, or accident insurance?

We don't need accident insurance.
I am on the pill.

You're so good to my jewel case.

Anita, let me in.

- Damn.
- And I gave him four Marks for the cinema.

- And I three!
- It's...it's not possible now.

- But I have to.
- Wait, I'm coming.

- Yes.
- Are you decorating for Christmas? Why have you locked the door?

What do you mean?

Or is this just one of your stupid jokes?
Why aren't you in the cinema?

First, I lost the money,
and second, kids aren't allowed in to the movie.

- So I'll stay here and keep my ears shut.
- I have a better idea.

You go down the street
and count the men with beards.

Isn't that a good idea?

You will get 20 Pfennigs for every beard.

That's a lousy price.
Let's say 50 for every beard.

Fine, 50 for every beard,
but you must go now. Okay?

It will be difficult.

What will be difficult?

I'm just thinking, when you have to pee.

Why?

Because you are wearing your pants back to front.

Pants back to front?

Only a child can be that
naive - though his obvious

fondness for money makes me wonder...

It is quiet now. He won't find that many beards.

The students are on holiday.

Mr. Krüger.

What is it again?

Someone with a mustache just walked by downstairs.

Does this count as a half or full beard?

As a full beard of course.

But don't come up because of every single beard.
You will miss half of them.

Take a pencil and paper with you,
to write them down. Okay?

That's a good idea.

If you keep on going this way,
I may have to take out insurance.

Insurance against fire...

I will put out your fire.

I'm almost there.

Me, too.

I'm coming.

Mr. Krüger I have to tell you something bad.

- Mr. Krüger.
- What is it?

Open the door. Mr. Krüger, open the door.

His own sister considered
this young boy to be a child.

Mr. Krüger, do you have a full wallet?

- Why?
- This will be an expensive fuck for you.

Downstairs a society for traditional costumes from Lower Bavaria
is passing. More than 500 men, almost every one with a beard.

But now to another case.

How do children develop when
they lack the warmth and security,

desperately needed for the
development of sexual maturity?

What will become of a sensible son,
when the father is a tyrant?

- Enjoy your meal.
- Enjoy your meal.

Bon appétit!

What?

Our Klaus said 'Bon appétit', nothing else.

Okay, that's good.

- Don't eat like a pig, Klaus.
- That's a joke, but there's nothing to laugh at.

My father is a tyrant.
Mother and I can say nothing.

I'm already 14,
but he treats me like a fucking child.

I wonder how he will react
when he opens that blue letter

I brought him home from school.

Of course I know what's written in it.

Your son will fail math and Latin.

According to school law since the dawn of time,

he'll be held back if he doesn't show

better grades through the end of the school year.

Outrageous! My son of all people.

Failing Latin and math!

He won't get to move on.

This had to happen to me.

What do you have to say?

What should I say?
I had bad luck in the last exam.

You call this bad luck?

You are lazy and uninterested. That's the problem.

But I'll show you what's what.

From now on you will not leave this house.

Your pocket money is canceled
and you will sit from noon

till night with your books,
until you bring normal grades back home.

And now go to your room. Do your work.

My son, repeating a class.

What did I do to deserve this?

I don't know Herbert.
Sometimes I think you're too hard on him.

Come on, Kläre.

You don'r have the slightest idea about education.

From that day on, I was practically trapped.

I sat behind my books, over and over.

Hey Klaus, we've found some great chicks.

If only.

They go swimming with the girls. But me?

I'm stuck here

behind these fucking books.

I can study as hard as I want.
I can't get math into my head

and Latin is a language I find no use for.

Father is yelling at me.

Mother sneaks through the
house with her tail between her legs.

This is real shit,

but luckily I can smuggle some magazines in here.

If I had a girlfriend,
then I might have been motivated to learn.

But instead...

Klaus.

Well Klaus, how does work taste?
Are you making progress?

Yes, it's going well.

Oh, how happy your father will be when

he hears how devoted you are.

My father canceled my house arrest.

A few days later, mother sent me
to the post office for some postal orders.

She said that I could use some fresh air.

It was then I remembered that I lost a classmate's

stopwatch a few weeks ago.

I had to replace it, that was for sure.
Doing so would

cost 25 Marks,
but my father stopped my pocket money.

25 Marks was too much.

But where to get it, without stealing?

- This makes 17 Marks and 55.
- 17,55.

Yes, why not steal?

There they are. One more beautiful then the other.

A quick snatch and everything is settled.

- I would prefer you had that exact one.
- I will take a look.

This is an exceptional racing bike.

- One moment, young man.
- What do you want from me?

Don't play innocent!

What do you mean? Let go of me!

That's out of the question.
It's not self-service here.

Give me the watch you have in your jacket pocket,
or should I call the police?

Damn. There I was, in deep shit.

I saw myself already in
the juvenile detention center.

But she reacted differently.

She ordered me to see her after the shop closed.

So,

this is shameful.

Strange. Only 14.
I would have guessed you were 18.

The way you are developed.

I'll never do it again.

I've made up my mind. I will not
report you to the police for shop lifting.

Oh, that's great. Thank you very much Mrs. Jäger.
You don't know much this means to me.

And believe me I will never be so stupid.

Slow down, Klaus. It won't be that easy.

First, sign here.

I declare that shop owner Mrs. Senta Jäger caught

me in the act of shop lifting.

I returned the stolen stopwatch, brand Helvetia,

and gratefully accept that she

won't press charges against me.

- But why should I?
- Just do it.

A formality.

So, then everything is fine.
Thanks again, and goodbye, Mrs. Jäger.

Why the hurry, Klaus?

- Is it so unconfortable for you, being alone with me?
- No, no, I just don't want to keep you from work.

You're not keeping me from work.

Don't you think that I treated
you in a very understanding way?

Oh, yes, I'm very grateful
for what you did for me.

And don't you think that
you should return the favour?

- I don't know how?
- You really don't know?

You look like an 18-year-old.

I guess you also think like an 18-year-old.

Kiss my breast.

Isn't my breast beautiful?

You can have it.

You can have it all.

And so I became the lover of Senta Jäger.

I'd never had a girl

and now I have a woman,

who knows damn well how to love.

She did it to me.
She also showed me how I have to do it to her.

She fucked me until I couldn't go any longer.

She was so tender to me.

And I felt like I was the center of the world.

We met every day, in the most unusual places.

We did it everywhere.
She always came up with something new.

And every time it was fantastic for me.

Oh, you do it so well.
Oh, it should be like this every day.

It will be like it, every day.

I need you like this.

One evening she invited me to her place.

I didn't want to go.

All the while, I knew that she was married.

But she calmed me down.

She told me her husband is the
fieldwork boss for a washing powder firm.

He certainly wouldn't be home this week.

She also bad-mouthed him.

Saying he had a limp dick and so on.

Still, I didn't want to go to her apartment.

Then she said that she had my signed confession.

She had me under her thumb.

She would give my confession
to the police if I wouldn't go.

Of course she said this jokingly, but

there is no woman, who is so nice to somebody,
who is so nice to her

who would report them to the police.

Slow down, honey.

You know that I like it slow to start with.

Yes, that's good.

Oh, what a big strong bear you are.

What's that?

What?

For heaven's sake, it's my husband.

- Go onto the balcony.
- Darling, where are you?

- But take everything with you.
- For sure.

- Hello, darling.

I was desperately longing for you.

And I for you.

I see that. You were looking forward to me, right?

And how! I just came out of the bath.

You can't think how wild I am about you.

10 days without you is terrible. Cheers!

So, we just skip the foreplay.

Let's have a welcome-home fuck,
so you know that I'm back.

My horny little mouse.

Slow down, honey.

You know that I like it slow to start with.

Yes, that's good. What a big, strong bear you are.

- What was that?
- Oh, nothing.

Give it to me.

No, there was something.

I'm going to take a look.

Honey.

Don't!

You rascal. Come down.

You filthy pig.

Can you tell me how this
slob got onto our balcony?

I guess he climbed over the roof to watch us.
He's a voyeur.

Come on, the boy isn't even 14.

Don't tell me about the so-called youth of today.

Last week, a creep just
like this stole from my shop.

You rotten bastard.
Just you wait, I will call the police.

Calling the police is of no use.
Better get his name

and his address and go to his father tomorrow.

Is this the sex offender
you caught on your balcony?

Yes.

You rotten pervert. Get out of my sight.

I don't want to see you. We will talk later.

Of all the... Why did we deserve such a son?

Why did I deserve such a father?

This will, without a doubt,
influence the life of Klaus.

I suppose you already know the real offender.
That case was very simple.

It's often too easy to blame the children.

This will be made clear by the following.
An old lady caught two

children playing doctor.
She went to the police to file

charges for public mischief.

From official records,
I wanted to find the causes for this incident.

I started with the obvious,
and visited the parents of the accused children.

Unbelievable.
I don't understand how we could have such kids.

What are you saying, Elisa. Say something.

What should I say to this?

Can you explain this. Doing such filthy things.

I don't know, either.
First the police, then the social security office.

What will our neighbours think of us?

- Such a disgrace.
- First, calm down.

It isn't that bad.

Not bad? Listen,
is it "not bad" if you have terrible kids?

My wife and I made every
effort to brung up our children

to be good people.

But they hardly leave the home, and are
still confrontated with pornography.

According to our experience, pornography is
of almost no importance in sexual crimes.

The causes can usually be found somewhere else.

And where is that, according to you?
In good education?

Certainly not in a good one.

- But more a bad one.
- So you mean, we are to blame?

To blame are those who spoil their children.

We don't do this. Our children have to obey us.

That's the only real solution.
Just last Sunday they got a good beating.

Why?

They used filthy words.

Yes, really. They were very nasty.

Tell me, did this happen before or
after the incident in the woods?

It happened on Sunday, three weeks ago.

And what was it about, may I ask?

- I don't know if it's relevant.
- So you don't want to speak about it?

- Not very much.
- As you will. I can't force you.

May I talk to the children now?

- Our children?
- Yes.

And if I may ask, alone, please.

What I heard was typical of millions of cases

since the dawn of mankind.
The children Hansi and Rosi

got up earlier than their parents on that Sunday.

- Today is Sunday.
- They are still sleeping.

I'm not ready yet.

Hands off the sugar.
Better see if mommy and daddy are awake.

They are not just awake.
They are having a wrestling match.

A wrestling match?
You're mad. Mommy and daddy don't wrestle.

Just take a look for yourself.

Let me see.

Well, are they having a wrestling match or not?

Looks like it. Damn. Mommy is losing.

No, it looks like she's winning.

What is she doing now?

Now she's playing horsies on daddy.

But it must hurt her. She's moaning.

That's no wrestling match, for sure.

What else?

Now mommy wants to strangle daddy.

That's nonsense.

Let me see.

She's not strangling him at all.

Come on. I'm doing you from behind.

Daddy put his pee-pee in mommy's botty.

You're mad.

Daddy pushes her botty.

Mommy is in pain, but she still says 'push'.

That can't be.

Go, go.

You have such a hammer today. Push.

Why does daddy have a hammer? He has a tool box.

- Mommy is dying soon.
- Nonsense. Let me look.

Oh boy, daddy has a big pee-pee.

And he has it in mommy's botty.

He doesn't have his pee-pee in mommy's botty.
He has it in mommy's pee-pee.

Let me see.

Does your pussy like it?

Push harder.

- I'm coming now.
- Yes.

Lord Jesus be our guest,
and bless what you gave to us.

Amen.

It was really nice for you to make
breakfast for your parents this morning.

Yes, we also left you alone to do it.

What do you mean with 'left us alone to do it'?

I mean your wrestling match or whatever it was,
when you were pushing against mommy's botty.

How do you know this?

Well, Rosi and I saw it.

Listen to the children.

Saw it? Where? What?

Through the keyhole.

What? You looked through the keyhole?

We just wanted to see if you were already awake.

Fritz, they saw everything.

Yes, we did - and we also heard everything.

When mommy said "What a hammer you have today".

Fritz, please.

Why are you hitting Hansi, daddy?

Be quiet. You also peeped through the keyhole.

But I thought nothing of it.

And you also saw...

Daddy put his pee-pee in your botty.

No, in your pee-pee.

Get out, and don't come back, you damn rascal.

Fritz, it isn't the boy's fault.

What do you mean? Looking through the keyhole.

Fritz, that was wrong.

It is natural for parents to have a sex life

and it is equally natural that

their children will see them someday.
But one thing

the parents should never
do is beat their children for it.

Because then,
something normal becomes a criminal act for them.

Yes, I will clock out soon.

In the previous case,
children were wrongly beaten.

In the next one, the beating is justified.

How does a 15-year-old girl,
who is not advanced for her age, behave?

Bella, my madonna. Let me kiss you.

If you behave the same with the girls in Italy,
you will quickly have a knife in your back.

No knife in my back. Amore, a lot of amore.

Carlo, are you mad?
Did you drink too much red wine during lunch?

I didn't drink red wine. I only drank amore.

Take your hands off me. You're out of your mind.

Let me see what you have. Let me see if the
apples in Germany are as beautiful as in Verona.

Oh yes, these apples are great.
I must see how they taste.

They taste like honey, and so ripe.
I have to pick them.

I'm getting hot. Awesome.

These beautiful fruit.
Just standing there by themselves.

Mamma Mia, this is a catastrophe.

It's time that someone takes a bite.

But if someone comes in...

No one is coming.
They're all in the canteen for lunch.

We are alone, with your apples.

- You're mad.
- My sweet little apple mouse.

We can't do it here in the warehouse.

There's always a plum near two apples.

What a stupid saying.

Such a sweet butt.
To whom does it belong, this sweet butt?

You know very well to whom this ass belongs.

Oh, Mamma Mia, Mrs. Kronhuber.

You are such a randy dog.

Now get lost.
Do you understand, you Italian swine?

- We were waiting for someone like you.
- You were waiting for me?

Oh, all I can say is... Hello!

On your rounds with you,
or I will really 'hello!' you.

Get lost, you gnome, or I will take a
deep breath and blow you to the moon.

Were you really talked into it by him?

I don't understand this.
How can such a smart girl like you be so stupid?

Do you really think he loves you?
He is the biggest fucker of them all.

Two days ago it was Heidi,
yesterday Alberta, and today it's you.

He bet a crate of beer,
that he would talk you into it

and put you on your beautiful back.
He's that kind of guy. Do you understand?

He bet a crate of beer? With whom?

With the guys from the sales department,
and now they all are

waiting to see if he succeeds.

Such a dirty trick.

Yes, men are like that,
but we will spoil the fun for them.

How?

Kreszentia Kronhuber always knows how to
lead someone around by the nose.

You will call him now, Anni, and tell him that
he should come back tonight. Do you understand?

I think so.

Hello. Is this sales?

It's Anni Berger. Can I please speak to Carlo?

They are laughing because I want to talk to Carlo.

Yes, hello, Carlo. It's your apple mouse -
yes, Anni. I made up my mind.

Don't you want to come back tonight?
Yes, for sure. Half-past four.

I won't resist you, for sure.
I'll turn out the lights so no-one will see us.

And now?

You will see.

Nothing is so beautiful like Amore, Amore, Amore.

Hello.

Bella, now a volcano will erupt.

Where are these beautiful apples?

Never heard of windfalls, you idiot?

Carlo, you're already here.

I just saw a terrible ghost.
Can't we lock the door.

Don't be afraid, we're alone.
Even Mrs. Kronhuber went home.

This volcano must erupt.

Yes, but you must undress.
I want to see you in the nude.

But of course you will see me naked.
Do you know what they call me in Verone? Apollo.

You will get Apollo, even two Apollos.
My little Apollo is the biggest.

Do you know what I feel now,
my little apple mouse?

No - but knowing you, you will tell me.

It is too tough for me here.
How can we make love in such a place?

There. One moment. We will do it differently.

We will take this. It is very soft.

I will build you a love nest, bella.
There you can stretch out.

You can stretch out, and I can hide my Apollo.

Hey, bella. What are you doing with my clothes?

Say hello to the guys from sales for me,
and don't make any more bets.

Mamma Mia, but you can't do this.

- What will they think of me?
- Ciao.

I want to make unforgettable love to her,
and what does she do?

She steals my clothes. Open up.

Open up!

I'm locked in.

- What is it?
- What's burning?

Why are you naked?

- Why did you set off the fire alarm?
- He wanted to rape me.

Mamma Mia! Give me my trousers.

So you are saying... Quiet, be quiet.

Now, tell me what happened here.

Well, I was in there, cleaning up,
then suddenly he comes in and grabs me.

and then... and then...

- Tore off your clothes, right?
- Yes.

Attention, Fire department.
Aim for his salami. Charge the hose line.

What kind of hose do you have?

I already washed myself today.

My whole engine is breaking down.

Cold water makes Apollo
small and I can't do the amore.

The following episode will shock you.

It shows how deep a mother can sink,
when she is under the spell of a man.

My name is Birgit. I'm 11.
I haven't had a father for a long time.

But my mother has a sweetheart.
A real one, she's known for a long time.

But it seems he doesn't like her any more.
They often argue

and I hear every word. So I'm curious.

- And why not?
- You promised something to me.

- I promised you?
- You forgot it, right?

- You wanted to marry me.
- Come on, I'm throwing up my coffee.

I quite imagine you don't like to hear it.
I know that you have someone else.

- That's not true.
- Then you have more than one.

Or you go to the brothel.
I notice it when you are with me.

In the past you always
made me really happy - but now?

Oh, you are so smart.
I don't need to go to the brothel.

I don't need this.
And if I really screw another girl, so what?

I'm not good enough for you.
Don't I do everything you want?

Stop crying, or I won't get a hard-on.

It's no crime to fuck another girl now and then.

It's not my fault that
I'm not like an 18-year-old.

No one is blaming you for it,
but you've become boring for me.

- Always the same thing.
- What do you mean?

Come up with something new.

I will do anything you want if you stay with me.

It's alright.

I will fuck you.

I can't live without you. Not one day.

I need your strength. You must stay with me.

Poor mommy. It's obcious how it will end.

He will leave.

My teddy. You have a good life.

You know that I would do everything for you,
if you would marry me.

My teddy.

Be nice.

My teddy.

If you are always that nice to me,
then I will give you everything I have.

Don't give me whiskey without ice.

Damn. I have to go down to the cellar.
There's none here.

Are you doing this again?

Are you playing with yourself again?
Just you wait.

No, mommy. Don't!

- I will spank your butt like never before.
- No, mommy, please.

- Walter, come here. I need you.
- No, mommy.

- Walter, I can't handle this brat.
- What do I care? You know I have to go to work.

You have time for this.
I can't handle her discipline.

The child needed a father. Now she does
whatever she wants. You must help me.

What do you want me to do?
You know I'm in a hurry.

Spank her butt.
That's the only way to deal with her.

Someone must really spank her hard.

Please don't. I didn't do anything.

She has needed it for a long time.

What? You want me to beat her up?

I don't know. After all I'm not her father.

Come on. I give you permission. Spank her.

- No.
- What did she do?

She played with herself. No wonder she's running
around with rings under her eyes all the time.

She will become a slut, she masturbates so much.

So, playing with herself, the little bitch.

Birgit guessed right. With satisfaction, she saw
that Walter enjoyed spanking her daughter.

She thought she had found
a way to bind him to her.

From this day on,
almost every time Walter was here, he beat me up.

No matter what I did.
Everything was wrong and I got a thrashing.

- Birgit.
- Yes.

- On the bed. - Why?
- Today is payday.

You'll get paid for your impudence.

Every time Walter beat me up, he went to bed
with my mother. She always told him:

'You're like you used to be' and he answered:

'Now I feel comfortable with you.'
Again and againm my mother asked him,

if he would stay with her forever and he answered,
'For sure - if things stay like this'.

Honey,

how could I have hit you?

How can one hit such a sweet, sweet ass.

You know, I didn't do this because I hate you.

More and more I recognize that I love
you very much. Not like a father, you know.

Do you understand what I mean?

The way you love my mommy, right?

Yes, that's it.
Do you think we could love like that?

I don't know.

This pig, this pig, this disgusting pig.

I will call the police. I will put him in prison.

But you're not allowed to do it with me.

Don't give me that - and,
besides, no one will know.

You know that I would do
everything for you. If you are

always that nice to me I
will give you everything I have.

Come on. You don't know how beautiful this is.

I'm also very careful. You see?

- Yes, I will call the police.
- You don't need to be afraid.

It only hurts the first time.

But if I call the police I will lose him.
No, no, I can't do it.

Do you like it?

Oh, you're here. I showed it to Birgit.
She has had her fill for a while.

You know, that she's only 11 years old.

Why? What do you mean?

It means I will take you to court

if you make trouble. Is that clear?

But you won't make any trouble.

Why should you?

In the future,
the three of us will live happily together.

One cock and two hens.

What matters is that something is left for me.

This case happened, just like you saw it.
Six months later

Birgit ran away from home,
was caught stealing by the police

and brought to me.

Without a doubt this is
a case for the district attorney.

But what good will be done

if the mother and her lover are convicted?

Won't a young life be totally shattered?

A lot of parents leave
their children to themselves.

Of course they do so in good faith.
In the following case

the parents wanted me to
put the boy in a reform school,

but first we had better hear the child's side.

I was home alone

with our maid Erna.

She was only with us 10 days,
and from the first time I saw her

she had a big impact on me.

Whatever she did

I had to stare at her

and in my imagination I always saw her naked.

What's for dinner today, Erna?

Asparagus spears,
then you can get scrambled eggs if you want.

- You came up with this?
- Of course.

- How witty.
- Why?

When we are alone at home today.

I don't get it.

Well, the spears and the eggs.

Don't get your hopes up for pudding,
my little Edgar.

She got me pretty hot.

Such a sweet bitch.

Asparagus spears. You can gladly get my spear.

She drove me totally crazy.

I only saw her naked, naked, naked.

When she went to her room, I followed her.

I wanted to see if she really
looked like in my imagination.

She was even more beautiful.

She had stunning breasts.

A sweet pussy.

I wanted to open the door and...

But I was a coward.

It would have been my first time.

Besides, she would have laughed at me.

For her, I am just a little boy.

Still, the same night,
it drove me again to her door.

The lights were on.

I thought my heart had stopped beating.

She was fucking someone else.

And she moaned and moaned
and moaned with pleasure.

Erna, don't choose this man.

You're too good for him.

Take me, take me.

I heard the sounds of her love-making
in my head all night long.

I imagined that she loved me.

Why don't you eat, Edgar?

I don't feel hungry.

Maybe desert? Raspberry pudding. I will bring it.

- Now or never.
- Are you mad?

- Let go of me.
- I love you.

- You are out of your mind.
- I love you.

This is all wrong.

But just wait.

Edgar, here is your Tang.

Your mother instructed me not to forget it.

Oh, shit.

I'm sorry,
doctor's orders, because of your anemia.

Sometimes, people your age need it.

For the development of their body.

- Are you making fun of me?
- It never crossed my mind.

Yes, but I'm no longer a little child.
Remember this.

Now you are surprised, right?

Not bad for a momma's boy.

Right?

Don't do that - what's this about?
You know I don't like it.

- Quite the opposite. You like it very much.
- Stop it, I say.

You know I don't like it.

Don't pretend you don't.

Where did you learn this?

I saw you sleeping with someone in your room.

But he is my best friend.

- And if I tell my parents?
- Don't do it.

I'm coming.

You're so stupid. You made my panties all wet.

Then take them off.

I bet you would like that.

I said, take them off.

I just want to be nice to you.

You're mad.

I really like you.

Do you know that I thought of you every second,

and I find you very lovely, really.

You're my dearest in the world.

When I saw you with the other guy,
I wanted to shoot myself.

You're so sweet.

You're so sweet. Oh, is this beautiful.

- Do you like it too?
- Yes.

You're so strong.

You fuck me so well.

So beautiful.

Now! Now!

You have to fuck me more often.

That was three weeks ago.

And since then, she comes to me every day.

Since then, we're in love.

It is so beautiful. You can't even think of it.

We do it every day.

She is madly in love with me, she said.

And she kicked out her friend.

Actually I had to do my homework,

but...

Could you really think of math

or Latin?

Take a look at this.

The mixture of not knowing,
and pretending to know everything,

is often a problem for children this age,
but frequently has bright sides for adults.

Did you ever do it to yourself? With your finger?

No, but Fritz fumbled with his finger
in my panties. I thought it was really stupid.

If you play about down there,
it can be awesome. Try it.

You think?

Wow, it's becoming really big.

- And in the same way, men do it to us.
- Really?

If you do this for a while
then it will get wet down there

and then I touch my pussy.

It has a little thing called a clitoris.

I know this from my parents' medicine book.

Then I touch myself until I come.

What bullshit you talk. I don't want to wait.

Calm down, those two will come for sure.
After all we bet 10 Marks on it.

- And they really want to fuck?
- Sure, and if she doesn't get him laid, Toxi must pay him 10 Mark.

- Do you know the boy?
- No, Toxi found him, but he has to be a wild one.

A 15-year-old, you understand?

Did you hear that? I think they are coming,
from over there. We had better hide.

I'm so excited. I never saw two people fuck.

If you keep making noise, you won't see them.

We've been walking on blueberries for half an hour.
I didn't come to the woods with you to pick fruit.

No, you want me to do you.

Yes, and right here. So take off your clothes.

Okay, but you may only
look when I'm completely nude.

Gee! You're so uptight.
Either do a thing or don't.

Does it itch when you
think of what will happen soon?

It has been itching for half an hour already.

Come on! I'm pretty horny.

I'm horny too.

So, do you like me?

You're the first woman I've seen naked.

Oh, what a dead zone. Don't I turn you on?

Yes, like crazy.

I don't know where to look first. Up or down.

What do you mean 'look'?
You have to feel to get the antenna up.

Are you crazy? Do you want to crush them?

If you order me around, I can't do it.

- You're still a child.
- Why?

You have a beautiful pee-pee
and don't know what to do with it.

- That's a sweet watering can.
- You think?

We will polish it until it splashes.

Gee! You look like you're at a funeral.

I'm just trying to concentrate.

Count to 10.

One, two, three...

four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

Do you feel anything?

- Nothing.
- And now?

Ouch, are you mad? That was my junk.

That's my emergency switch,
if someone doesn't get it up.

But it's already up - it's just not tingling.

And if it tingles in me,
I want it to tingle in you.

Is it tingling?

Oh, this is so beautiful.
Why haven't I done it before?

I think it's awesome.

- It's tingling everywhere.
- Same here.

I think this is love.

I never knew that it could be that beautiful.
It's tingling like mad now.

Here too. I feel like I'm on fire.

It's crawling over my skin.

- You're sweet.
- You're sweet as well.

Unbelieveable. I had so many men, but I
never experienced something like this.

It's tingling everywhere.

If it keeps feeling like this on my skin,
then I'm coming soon.

Same here. Oh, there are ants.

I thought it was that you fucking me that made
my skin tingle, but it's just the goddamn ants.

Freaking biting things!

What a failure. I never had such a loser.

Oh, these fucking ants.

- Well, did I screw with him?
- Well, at least a little bit.

- So the 10 ant..ah, Marks are mine.
- What a fucking game!

Before I try it again with this chick,
I'd better hang it out.

I'll put it up to dry on the laundry line.

Our youth welfare office had to deal with
the following case: the 13-year-old

Resi Huber. She's a student, learning farming.
At her mother's request

she helps out in the cowshed. But her thoughts are
somewhere else. She dreams of elegant clothes

and exquisite jewelry. To inhale the scent of the
wide, wide world. Well, actually: she wants to be a lady.

That's a dream not only for 13-year-olds.

Hello, Resi.

Aren't you working today?

What does 'not working' mean?
I have to go to the city,

to the farming exhibition, and learn.

What a life.
I have to stay in this cowshed until I turn grey.

What words from a 13-year-old!

Do you have any idea how tiring this is?

For sure, fucking is more exhausting.
In fact you go with your buddies to the brothel.

You little rascal. What do you know?

As much as the others. You can also fuck me,
and save on gas too.

With you? Come on.
You don't even know where to put it.

What don't I know?
I will show you where to put it, you dumb idiot.

Isn't this something, you stupid bull.
You don't see such boobs everyday.

Wow, these are really awesome.
I couldn't imagine you had such tits, Resi.

Touch them. Everything is real.
Not like the fake ones on the city women.

- You won't tell my wife, Resi?
- I'm not stupid.

So then let's do it.

- What are you paying?
- For what? For fucking?

- Do you think I do it for free? Only death is free.
- 5 Marks.

If you go into the city you have to buy gas.

I won't do it for less than 20 Marks.

- Fine, then you will get 20 Marks.
- 20 Marks in cash.

- You're a suspicious girl.
- I must keep on top of everything.

Maybe you will put something
else on top afterward.

Do you know what I'll put on top? Me.

- Do you feel something?
- Is this all?

Is this nothing?

- I don't feel anything.
- Watch out, it will knock you out.

Now it starts. Now! Now! I'm finished!

You're an idiot. You have no idea about fucking.

But let's stay with our story.
Resi earned 20 Marks and learned

that men repay female affection with money.

- Hello Resi. - Hello.
- How can I help you?

- Well, I....
- Well, what may it be little girl?

This dress is pretty. Can I try it on?

It looks made for you.

Pretty, isn't it?

- How much?
- Very pretty.

It costs 120 Marks.

Too bad, I don't have that much.

I could reduce the price a bit.

What does 'a bit' mean? I only have 20 Marks.

You only have 20?

That's not much. Not much at all.

- That's almost nothing.
- Like I said.

One moment.

It wasn't meant like that.

I can't think of anyone
who'd look better in this dress.

- Really?
- No, don't you first want to try it on?

- May I?
- Of course you may. In fact, I insist.

The proof is in the pudding.

Hello?

Mr. Hintermoser?

Customers are here. Stay silent. Stay down.
Shit. She of all things...

If I must lower the price,
you must lower your panties.

But, but...
Mr. Hintermoser. You can't simply undress me.

I can, because of the fitting. Watch out.

You wait for me and just stay here.

Hello, Mrs. Achleitern.

Hello, Mrs. Wenzhofer.

Where did he go?

Mr. Hintermoser.

Now I don't care about the money.

If you are nice to me I will give you the dress.

Mr. Hintermoser. Are you here?

Yes. Hello.

Finally. There you are.
Where have you been for so long?

Me? I was downstairs. Downstairs in the cellar.

I tried...I mean I looked
and if you wouldn't have come in...

I would have fuck... I mean found it.

You seem confused today.

It's due to my job, tiring me out.

Right now, I have a lot of hard work to do.

It can bite you,
if it gets to you - and how it gets to you.

Don't you feel well, Mr. Hintermoser?

Me? I feel very well. You just needs to move
a little, when you've been standing for so long.

And when I finally get to move,
after I need it so much... I'm really moved.

You know, I need wool underwear for my husband.

Size seven.

Size seven.

Yes, seven times, not please don't seven times.
I mean seven. Size Seven. Yes.

- Is your stomach ill?
- No, deeper. Way deeper.

My husband has rheumatism and the doctor said,
wool underwear

would be the right thing for him.
One from llama wool is best.

I don't have a lame one at the moment.

What a strange illness.
But my husband doesn't twist his eyes like that.

Maybe he isn't so far advanced...

You know this is a sign of old age.

No, it's a sign of youth

My husband doesn't moan like that, either.

That's his business.

So do you have underwear for my husband or not?

I think I'm coming.

What is coming?

I think number seven would come in too big.

I know the size my husband needs.

Fine, then come...

back tomorrow.

I think I have to get you a doctor.

Come on, Mrs. Achleitner.

I don't think he will last much longer.

Just like my husband.

Resi was on her way up.

She never said how many men she served.

But in no time, she secretly saved up 1000 Marks.

At home she played the innocent one,
but in reality she dreamt of

going to the city. And of course she made it,
and got into the right hands.

Hello.

- Can I help you?
- A lot if you want.

- How's that?
- First, you can tell me how to get to mansion Reichel.

What do you want there?

If you must know: I was invited to a party.

And you're going without a girl?

I was promised a girl, but

you're right. I better search for one myself.
Do you want to come?

- Why not?
- Then hop in.

And what do I see here?

This evening Resi didn't come home on time.
Her mother went looking for her.

Resi.

What is it, Mrs. Mittendorfer?

Didn't Resi finished her work?
Because she isn't home yet.

Yes, a long time ago. Resi went with a guy in
a big car from the city, to the house at the lake.

To the mansion of that big shot?

Yes, I heard the guy ask her for directions.

- Then she got in and drove off with him.
- Oh, my god.

Isn't it enoght that those dirty swines bring their whores
with them. Do they have to take also our children?

- I will go there and get my Resi out.
- Well, you can try.

But you won't have any luck Mrs. Mittendorfer.
You can't even get in.

Then I will go to the police.
They must let them in.

This won't end well...

Well, babe - do you like it?

Depends how much you're paying.

You're funny. What's your name?

Resi.

Fine, Resi. You can stay like this. You will
be happy, because I want us to meet more often.

Give me a swig.

I think Appelt brought a delicacy with him.

I will grab the chick,
when Appelt is finished with her.

Don't be so lame, guys. Get loose.
Start by loosening your ladies.

The first one nude gets a prize.
We'll start on three.

One, two, three. Go!

And the girl with the most
sensual skin gets also a prize.

Check by touching there.

And here.

- I will take a bit from here today.
- If you like!

What's going on there?

A striptease competition, but you're too late.

They will faint when they see my butt.

Awesome.

Who could this be?

The later it gets, the more beautiful the guests.

Police.

We have a search warrant.

Let us in.

- But this is private property.
- We got...

We got reason to belief that at least one girl
under the age of 14 is here.

Don't make any trouble.

The police.

- Someone is running, over there.
- I'll go get her.

No, no, what are you doing! Let go of me!

Oh, look there. The little Resi.

Resi was brought to a reform school.

She's a typical victim of the unrestrained
profit-seeking of our times.

I stopped the first report of this movie
and asked the question

what Mrs. Hofmeister will do.

Let's go back.

Isn't this beautiful.

Can you imagine how beautiful it will be,
when I'm so very nice to you.

Yes.

So you didn't interfere.
You didn't hit the guy in the face.

- You haven't called the police.
- No.

So you didn't do anything.

I did. I went back out and rang the bell.

- Rang the bell?
- Yes.

I pretended I didn't have my key with me.

So they at least had enough time to get dressed.

That's madness.

A well known friend sneaks
in to see our own daughter,

seduces her in the most sleazy way,
and you let it happen.

Don't exaggerate. What should I have done?

At least I prevented the worst thing.

Oh, that's a big relief.

Thomas, obviously our daughter
is no longer a child. It was...

It seems that it was fun for her.

Fun for her? This pig must be taken to court.

Firstly, I don't know
how far Gisela encouraged him.

- I wasn't there when this happend.
- But that's absurd.

And secondly if you press charges against him
Gisela would have to go to court.

At least as a witness.

Do want to do this to her?

So, now all of sudden she is a child again?

Of course Gisela is a child,
even if she's physically mature.

And I believe a public scandal, with the police,
a trial and the tabloid press...

That would be a much worse shock for Gisela,

because normal sexual contact with a man

has to happen, sooner or later.

It's only our fault,
that we didn't prepare her for this.

Of course. It is our fault.

And Heimbach? Do you want to keep him around?

Yes, my child is more important for me.

So what do you want to do?

I will take care of Gisela. I will talk with her.

- A woman-to-woman talk is best.
- Okay, and what to do with Heimbach?

He can struggle with his own conscience.

And I want Gisela to tell him that.

And how do you want to do this?

Let me worry about that.

So far, Mrs. Hofmeister reacted in the right way,

but when she wanted to talk to her daughter,
a new surprise was waiting for her.

Her daughter was masturbating.

But here, Mrs. Hofmeister was also wise.

For Gisela's behavior was the last proof needed,
that her daughter had entered sexual life

a few years too early.
She didn't see anything filthy or

immoral in it.
She just noticed, and reacted to it.

No, Werner. I don't know. Someone is coming.

It's mommy. I must hang up.

So, Gisela.

Do you have a few minutes for me.

Oh, mommy, does it have to be now.
I just wanted to go out.

Out where?

Oh, just out. Maybe to get some ice cream.
Inge was on the phone.

That's great. How about you take me with you?

- You? Where?
- To eat some ice cream.

Now, the pair of us can talk like two woman -
not like mother and daughter.

Can you pretend that I'm a friend of yours?

How did you come up with this?

You know Gisela,
it's easier to ask certain things outright.

Tell me, have you ever masturbated?

I mean, touching yourself.

But, mommy...

That's nothing to be ashamed of.
You're a real little woman.

So we can talk about everything.

I think it's very sweet

that you don't consider me a baby anymore.

No, Werner, I can't today.

I have to go shopping with my mother.

Let's go for a walk.

- Mommy, I have to ask you something.
- Shoot.

Tell me mommy, when you were my age were you
experienced with men?

Sleeping with them?

Not at 13. That came much later.

How old were you?

I think 18 or 19. I don't quite remember.

- What? You don't know?
- No.

When I met your father,
I forgot everything before him.

Today I know, that a woman should only
become involved with a man she wants a child from.

- Become a mother at 13?
- Do you think that's right?

I have to make a call.

Werner.

I just wanted to tell you that it will be better
if we don't meet anymore.

No, I don't want to.

And I also think it will be better if you
don't come to my parents' house any more.

Well?

You know mommy, maybe someday,
I will tell you who I called and why.

It's okay, Gisela. I don't want to know now.

This was the case of 13-year-old Gisela.

But I believe it was more a test for her parents,
and I think they passed it with flying colours.

They deepened the bonds of their family,
and you can do so too.

Learn to have more understanding for your children.
When they're awakened early they're not filthy.

They are just mature sooner, and instead of
the distrust most parents show their children,

have more trust in them. Because your kids are
definltey no worse then you.

Translated by Kiba
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