Richard was back at his doss house. It had been five days since his last encounter with Mr. James Charles He woke up in the early hours, he always woke up early though he never got out of bed before midday. His bottom was now itching madly and his buttocks felt dry. He got up and went to the mirror in his room and looked at his bottom. He was amazed; it was still red! Five whole days after the soundest spanking he had ever had and his little bottom was still red.
He went back to bed and lied down on his side with his scrunched up quilt pressed to his groin and one legged _c_o_c_k_ed over the quilt. He thought about the spanking he had received from his last adventure. He had stayed the night and to be honest was almost in tears when he had to leave the following day. He lay there rubbing his bottom and thinking of Mr. Charles His _c_o_c_k_ was hard as he gently ground his groin into the quilt.
Richard couldn't think straight. He was thinking about his last spanking, the pain of it, his bawling and howling like a little boy long before it had ended. How much he wanted it to stop but also how much he longed to be over that mans knee again. He could feel his little boyhole clenching and unclenching at the thought of the man.
All in all, he had a good life. He did what he wanted when he wanted to do it with no grown ups telling him what to do, but sitting on the mans knee, after his sound spanking, being hugged and cooed and rocked gently until he calmed down was almost too much. He had felt safe sitting on the mans knee; safe and secure. He desperately longed to feel that way again.
He couldn't lie there in bed any longer. He got up and had a wash then donned his clothes. Again, he decided to wear short, tight, grey school shorts. This time with a T-shirt, little grey ankle socks and tan coloured sandals. He turned his back to the mirror and looked over his shoulder at his bottom. It was beautifully encased in his school shorts. He could make out the outline of his little white briefs and also the long expanse of his beautifully tanned, golden-brown legs. He was glad that the tops of his legs were not red; that would have been really embarrassing. He thought of his last encounter again with Mr. X and found himself crying. He so desperately wanted to be with him again. To just be a little boy and not have to worry about where his next meal was coming from. He sniffed and pulling himself together left his room and the almost derelict townhouse in Central London.
Richard walked aimlessly around town. Now and then he would catch grown men and young guys looking attentively at the small fourteen year old boy, puzzled that a boy would be wearing short grey school shorts in the middle of August when all schoolboys were on holiday. Some of them licked their lips and ogled him without disguising their lust. Ordinarily, Richard would have wiggled his little bottom at them and flirted and giggled outrageously, but today he just wasn't in the mood. He look at one old man who was starring at him with his mouth agape and stuck his tongue out at him and stormed off, hand firmly thrust into the pockets of his little schoolboy shorts. He ambled around town, kicking cans, answering back at elderly people and generally acting like a bear with a sore head.
Richard lifted his bowed and pouty face and found that he had walked all the way to where Mr. X lived. He looked through the window which he had originally broken and been spanked for. He was right up against the railings of the property and silently wept as he looked in the, now fixed, window. Richard turned to leave, tears streaming down his face, and BLAM! He walked right into someone almost knocking him to the ground. He mumbled an apology and tried to carry on his way when a big hand grasped him by the neck of his T-shirt. He turned and looked up, suddenly scarred, when he looked into the face of the man he had been fantasising about.
"Er .... I .... I'm sorry, honist! I didn't see you there!" Richard just looked at the ground, trying to hide his tears from the man; he could not bring himself to look him directly in the eye.
"Ah .... It's you again .... Hmmm .... and what are you getting up to now you little scamp?" The man looked down on the boy and smiled. He didn't know why, but he actually liked this boy. The rudest of all the scamps he had known around this neighbourhood, but still, this boy had something about him that he could almost feel. There was something about this boy that made you want to mine all the goodness that was in him. Richard looked up and a tear made its way down the boy's cheek. He could hold himself no longer. Looking at the big strong man, that only the week before had given him the soundest spanking of his life, for being a naughty little boy, as the man had then said. He started gulping as more tears sped down his cheeks.
Before James knew what had hit him little Richard threw himself into his arms and held on tighter than he had ever held on to anything in his life. He sobbed and sobbed and sobbed. James picked the frightened and tearful little boy and took him inside his house.
He sat down in his favourite armchair and sat the boy on his knee, hugging him back and rocking him, stroking his hair. Eventually Richard calmed down and just clung to him.
"Are you ok now little one?" the man asked.
"Sniff .... sob .... no I'm not .... sob" replied the fourteen-year boy. James sighed and kept on rocking the boy gently. While trying to soothe the boy on his lap, he thought of why the boy was here. Not more than a week ago this child was over his knee having his little bottom soundly spanked and now here he was again. He would have thought that this was the last place on earth this child would want to be, but the evidence was right in front of and sitting on his lap. And what evidence, this beautiful boy, with his long looking, smooth, tanned legs, amazingly in very short little schoolboy grey shorts, clinging to him gave him a huge hard-on. He had never felt so aroused in his life and it was then that he realised that he loved this boy. By all logic, this boy should have shunned him, stayed away, and yet here he was.
The child in his lap fell asleep, he was spent from so much crying and emotional turmoil. James stood, cradling the boy in his arms he took him to his bedroom. He lay him on his bed and ever so gently unfastened the boys little shorts, He licked his lips and slid them down the boys smooth bare legs until they were off and did the same with his underpants. Richard turned over in the bed presenting his beautiful pert little bottom to him whilst asleep. James gently placed the palm of his left hand on the boy's silky smooth and hairless little bottom. "This boy is fourteen years old yet has the body of a ten year old, I bet he was bullied at school." he thought to himself.
Richard slept soundly.
Richard awoke. He took a deep breath and was then startled, he didn't know where he was, only that there was a most delicious smell in the air.
He looked around himself and couldn't recognise anything. He sat up letting the soft quilt fall from his small frame and noticed that he was naked. He got out of the bed and searched for his clothes but couldn't find them anywhere but then spotted a soft terry towelling dressing gown hanging from the door of the bedroom, put it on and went in search of the delicious smell of food. He made it to the bottom of the landing when he realised where he was; he was in Mr. X's house and he couldn't remember how he got here. His tummy started turning, he felt light-headed at the though of being here again and wondered if he would leave with his little, smooth white bottom intact. The thought sent shivers down his spine and blood up his little _c_o_c_k_ and he noticed that he was developing a hard on. He looked down and pulled the gown tightly around himself, noticing that it only came down to just mid thigh, and slowly walked into the kitchen where the back of Mr. X was towards him as he was busy making a meal on the cooker. Without his clothes and in the gown he felt somewhat naked but nonetheless he slowly padded into the kitchen and stood behind James
Before he could make his presence known James uncannily turned around and looked down at the small, for his age, boy cutely dressed in the gown he had left in his room.
"And how are you little one?" he asked as he bent down to be at eye level with Richard.
"Er .... ok thanks." He answered somewhat hesitantly. "Um .... do you know what happened to my clothes mister?"
Before he knew it, Mr. X grabbed his left arm and sharply smacked the back of his bare legs, three smack to the back of each legs punctuated with the words, "You SMACK will SMACK address SMACK me SMACK as SMACK sir! SMACK"
OOOOHHHH, OWWWWWWW pleaseeeeeeeee sirrrr, OW, Yelp .... I'm sorry. The smacks were swiftly over and Richard breathed in heavily as he rubbed the back is his burning smooth legs. His breathing came quickly as if he were out of breath.
"Cor sir, that hurt" He pouted and sniffed and continued to hop slightly from foot to foot as he rubbed himself.
"Well show some manners and respect and you would be rubbing those nice legs of yours now would you?" he asked Richard with an amused smile on his face. "Didn't you learn anything last time you were here my boy?"
"Yeah but bloody hell sir you could have ...." Before Richard realised what he had said James had grabbed hold of his hand and was walking forcefully up the stairs dragging the boy with him to the bathroom. He sat on the edge of the bath and sat the boy down on his knee as he picked up a flannel and a bar of Imperial Leather soap and thoroughly lathered up the flannel. He brought the flannel up to the boys mouth, but Richard, realising what he was going to do, sealed his mouth shut making negative noises and shaked his head from side to side trying the avoid the wash cloth. James swiftly smacked the front of the boy's thigh as he sat on his lap and naturally, the boy opened his mouth to let out a yelp. It was then that the soapy flannel was thrust into his mouth and James began to thoroughly wash out the fourteen-year-old boy's mouth as it he were a five-year-old. Richard gagged, his mouth was on fire and he desperately wanted to spit out the horrible taste of Imperial Leather from his mouth. He began kicking both his legs up and down at the same time as he sat there on the mans lap and tears started falling down his face.
"Sit still young man and or you won't be able to sit at all!" He stood up and picking the boy up around the waist hoisted him up to the sink as if he were holding a sack of potatoes. "Open!" Richard did as he was told and the man scooped cold water into the boy's mouth. When he had rinsed he picked up the bar of soap again and held it up to the boy's mouth. "Bite off the corner you dirty mouthed little boy .... NOW!" Richard wailed and dejectedly bit off a piece of soap, his face grimacing as if he were eating the biggest pile of spinach in the world. "Now chew, twenty times little boy!" Richard did so, crying like a baby, he could see his face in the mirror and it looked like a little boys, all red and wet, he couldn't see very well from the tears filling his eyes. "Now rinse!" Richard gratefully rinsed his mouth. He was still upside down under the mans arm and was about to reach for more water when Mr. X promptly marched away still holding him under his arm. He walked to the kitchen and placed Richard in the corner by the back door to the garden and continued making breakfast.
Richards's mind was all a muddle. It was the first time someone had washed his mouth out like a small boys and he didn't like it one bit, no mater how he much swallowed and grimaced the taste of that foul tasting soap would not go away. Something was happening to him and he didn't even realise it at the time. Even though he was fourteen, he was beginning to regress to the state of a naughty, pouty, petulant little boy, he had a huge urge to throw a tantrum, to stamp his foot over and over again and shout out snot fair, snot fair, snot fair and throw himself to the floor kicking his legs. He didn't though, he knew that if he did Mr. X would no doubt spank his little bottom and the tops of his legs into next week. He stood there pouted. Mr X. finished making the breakfast and filled two plates with bacon, sausages, eggs, toast and fried tomatoes. He set the plates on the kitchen table and sat down looking over at the boy in the corner. He found it hard not to chuckle as he looked at his dejected posture and heard the loud sighs coming from the corner. 'It's amazing that this boy is fourteen, he looks and acts more like a nine year old, well, if that's the way he behaves it's how I'll treat him' he thought and promised himself.
"Richard, come over here and eat"
Richard spun around and eyed the piled up plates of food on the table and the big glass of milk. All thoughts of damaged dignity, not to mention foul tasting mouth and smarting legs, fled from his mind as he ran over and sat at the table. He sat down and immediately started on the food putting a whole rasher of bacon in his mouth, looking up at the man and smiling for the first time. He chewed precisely twice and swallowed and stabbed a whole Lincolnshire sausage without even bothering to cut it up and started raising it to his mouth.
"RICHARD!" said Mr. X sharply, "Are you going to eat like a gentleman or am I going to have to cut up your food like a five year old?"
Richard started and looked up quickly into the stern eyes of Mr. Charles He bit his bottom lip and slowly lowered his fork, sausage and all onto his plate.
"Sorry sir, honist! I'm really hungry." He sniffed and looked down at his plate.
"I can see that young man, but if you eat like that you'll have an ulcer by the time your twenty." He shook his head at the boy and smiled, "what am I going to do with you eh boy?"
Richard saw the man smiling and smiled back, then mischievously cut the sausage precisely in half, dunked it in mustard and put the whole thing in his mouth; chewing and giggling at the same time. James breathed a heavy sigh and before the boy knew it took his plate away and began methodically cutting up the remaining rasher of bacon and two sausages. "I don't know, how have you survived young man? Not by manners I can see that, you must be the cheekiest, bad mannered little boy I have ever set my eyes on I'm sure." Richard watched him cut up his breakfast feeling very embarrassed at having an adult cut up his food as if he were a toddler. He pouted and mumbled under his breath.
"What was that young man? If you have something to say, please be so kind as to speak clearly and in the Queens English you little scamp"
Richard pouted some more "It's not fair! I can do that .... sniff .... and I'm not a little boy, so there, I'll be fifteen in two weeks" .... pout. He fought gallantly not to stick his tongue out.
"Fifteen is it? Now why do I find that extremely difficult to believe? Is it the fact that I've already had to wash your mouth out and smack the back of legs sharply, or is the fact that your very manner of dress and speech is that of a little boy, a very naughty, disobedient, ill mannered little boy at that?"
Richard said nothing. Being honest with himself, he realised that the man was right, he hadn't done anything to prove himself as a young man, more like a, what did he call him earlier, scamp? He liked that word; I'm a scamp he thought to himself. Richard looked up and couldn't resist smiling at the man. James laughed. After all scamps are loveable mischievous boys; good boys are boring.
"I thought so" He gave the plate back to the boy and let him get on with his eating
After they finished their breakfast, Mr. X retired to the lounge, Richard following, and sat down on his large leather Chesterfield sofa. Richard sat next to the man and said nothing. He sat there kicking his feet rhythmically suddenly feeling a bit nervous. After a while of the man staring at the boy and the boy blushing more and more, James all of a sudden put his arm around the boy picking him arm and sitting him on his knee. Richard was taken aback, at the mans strength more than anything, he had just been picked up and sat down as if he weighed no more than a five year old; he felt like one the way he was sitting too. James held him by the arms with the boys' legs either side of his and his little bottom sitting on his lap. Richard couldn't bring himself to look into the man's face. Mr. X gently took hold of Richards's chin and forced the child to look into his face.
"You are I need to talk little one" he said kindly "After the sound spanking I gave last week, I must say that I'm very surprised to see you here. I want to know why young man"
Richard tried to look down but couldn't, not with his chin resting in this giants hand. He blushed a crimson red and squirmed in the man's lap. He wanted to be anywhere except here at the moment. He remained silent.
James sighed, "listen to me baby" he said gently stroking Richard's smooth cheek, "you can tell me anything you want, I promise you anything you say will be between you and me, and there is nothing you can say that will shock me little one". Richards bottom lip and chin started wobble, emotions were spilling inside of him and he didn't know what to do or say so he just let go and finally gave a large wail of despair and buried his face in the mans chest.
Touched by the boys' emotion, Mr. X embraced the little fourteen year old in his big strong arms and cradling his head in one huge hand sat there rocking the lad back and forth.
"Shhhh, shhhh, everything is going to be alright little one, as long as I'm here everything will be alright."
Richard snapped at hearing this, he pushed against the giant of the mans chest and looked him square in the eye, tears streaming down his silky smooth cheeks and with a look that could melt steel.
"That's just it!!!" he said angrily "You might be here, but I wont!!!" he sniffed heavily and sobbed some more "everything'l be alright w .. w .. wiv you, but I got to go later and then what" A heart rending wrack of sobs escaped from the boy as he tried to get up. "I .. I .. fink I better go now" he said rubbing his little eyes with balled up fists.
"RICHARD!" he said sharply shaking the boy gently by the arms "what is wrong with you, why did you come here? You are not going anywhere until I find out what's got into you."
"Y ... you can't demand anyfink from me" sobbed Richard "You're not my daddy" he wailed.
"Ah, so that's it, is it?" said James shaking his head sadly and sighing; he pulled the boy close to him. "Your daddy, or is it the lack of one Richard?" He pushed the boy back again and took his face in his hands "Hey? Answer me Ricky" Richard didn't answer, he just kept crying, his eyes tightly closed. Why did he want to be with this man, he asked himself? This man had soundly spanked him the week before, had washed his mouth out with soap only half an hour previously and smacked his legs sharply before that, yet, he couldn't answer his own questions much less this mans. All he knew was that he felt safe in his hands, with no worries, preoccupations or responsibilities and that he didn't want to leave; ever!
"I think I know what your problem is little one." He picked the boy up again and sat him down sideways on his lap, his right arm supporting the boys back with his head nestled in his shoulder and his left around the boys smooth and hairless bare legs. "I think you are seeing me as the father you never had, isn't that right little one?" Again no answer, "I smacked you last week for your reckless behaviour, smashing my window and ruining what was going to be a perfect dinner party; I washed that dirty little mouth out of yours earlier and smacked your legs soundly like the naughty little boy you are. I'm right aren't I?"
Richard stopped crying, he lay exhausted in the mans arms, taken aback by the accuracy of his analysis of the situation. He was exactly right, but he couldn't bring himself to say so. In all his short life, nobody had ever treated him as a child, yes he was fourteen but there was something so comforting about being treated like a smaller boy. He had found it out with this man and he didn't ever want to lose it; not ever. But, he was too afraid to speak and ruin everything now.
"Is that why you dress like a little boy?" This time he got a response.
"I don'ttttttttt" wailed Richard sniffing and whining.
"How many other fourteen year old boys do you know that dress like ten year olds? Last week you were wearing those tiny blue little boy shorts and today you show up wearing short grey school shorts. Most prep school boys wear longer shorts but not you, you wear shorts more usual in the seventies or eighties! You're a little scamp, little one, and you're not afraid to let everyone know it!"
Richard cried for five solid minutes; quiet, body shaking sobs. He calmed down and looked up into the mans face with big wet puppy dog eyes.
"I ... I j ... just wish you were my daddy .... sniff" he said the word daddy in a whisper. He cried hard silent sobs.
Mr X. held the boy close to him again, cradling his head to the hollow of his shoulder and covering the boys' entire face with his big hand. As he rocked the little man, tears started coursing their way down his own cheeks.
'If only you were my boy' he thought to himself. He thought about his own wealthy but existentially empty life. He was gay, as was Richard, but he had never had a boyfriend, nobody to care for, just a string of acquaintances and one-night stands. He felt old now, knowing that all he owned would go to no one in particular and he thought of Richard again; orphaned and alone and living on the streets. A rent boy.
He sat up abruptly, still holding onto the boy. He picked Richard up and sat him down again facing toward him as before and holding him by the arms.
"Richard, look at me" he said authoritatively. Richard didn't. He stood up with the boy still in his hands, put his foot on the footstool and draped the boy over his upraised knee. He lifted the back of the dressing gown uncovering the boys little bottom and commenced to soundly smack the sit down spot of the boys bottom and the very tops of his legs; hard. His hand covering both his little buttocks with each smack.
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SPANK, SMACK, SMACK six sharp swats landed to the sit down spot, all in the same place, his little bottom turn red.
Richard lost all his breath, as if he had been punched in the stomach, he arms and legs way off the ground and flailing around. He found some air.
WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SPANK, SMACK, SMACK. These to the very top of his left leg, just below where his bottom met his thigh.
YEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
He couldn't even kick, his leg went rigid and dead straight
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SPANK, SMACK, SMACK. These on his right leg.
SHRIEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK wahhhhhhhhh wahhhhhhhhhhhhh daddyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.
Richard lost it, he finally shrieked out what he wanted to call him from the beginning; Daddy. Mr. X sat back down in his expensive leather armchair and plonked the boy down again on his lap. This time Richard squirmed and sobbed as his bottom came in contact with the mans lap.
"Now, let's start again shall we? Look at me little boy"
Richard looked into the mans eyes, his face a blur through his tears.
"That's better. You need a daddy don't you little one?" he asked.
Richard sniffed loudly again, "What I need and what I can get are different fings!" he replied looking down at his lap and sobbing gently.
SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, four hard slaps landed on the front of the boys' thighs. Richard yelped and squirmed in the mans lap.
"YES .... YES I do, I wish I had a daddy .... okay?" Richard hiccuped and sob and Mr. X held him close again.
"That's better! I want straight answer from you little man, or I guarantee that you'll not be sitting down anytime soon!" Richard looked down again and mouthed an apology in a tiny voice.
"Now, I'm going to go directly to the point young man. You need a father that is patently obvious even to a blind man. I on the other hand, have always wished for a son, which understandably is rather difficult being the way I am." He sighed. Richard looked up at the man hopefully now, he hoped this conversation, as it were, was going in the direction he hoped for.
"I have this house, and several others to be precise. I have my own company and I don't have to work ever again. But, I have no one to share this with." He looked at the boy whose eyes didn't waver from his now.
"In short, little man, I want to move in here with me. I do not want you to go back to your place. I want you to begin a new life. Right now, right here, everything you own, everything you were is of no importance anymore. Again, in short. I want you to be my son." Richard sat there in the man's lap, mouth agape with a look of amazement on his face. He couldn't believe what he had just heard, 'he wants to be my father!' He carried on staring into the mans face, he looked like a village idiot, just staring up.
Richard answered, not with words but with actions. He sat up and wrapped his arms around the mans neck and soundly kissed him on cheek. He hugged him so hard Mr. X thought that he was going to suffocate. Tears of gratitude were streaming down the boys' face. After a while he sat and asked. "Do you really want to be my daddy? This isn't a joke is it?
"It's no joke my boy, I'm, deadly serious. But get this straight little man, your life will drastically change if you take up my offer, do you understand?"
"Yes, yes I do, and yes I accept right now, YES YES YES YES YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" He shouted this out loudly, his heart jumping with joy. Mr. X giggled and hugged him hard.
"Not so fast little boy!" he said holding the boy back again and looking him in the eye. "You have noticed that I call you little boy. That is a condition you will have to accept young man. From now on you are not a big fourteen almost fifteen year old boy. If you wish to live with me, you will be treated like a little boy until I am convinced that you can behave like a big boy." Richard swallowed hard, wondering what the man had in mind.
"I am going to ask you a few questions young man, and I want truthful answers from you. The questions are my conditions for you to stay with me" Richard nodded that he understood. "All I want is a yes or no answer, understood?" Richard nodded again.
"Right, here are my conditions:" Richard looked attentively at the man waiting for the bombshell to drop:
"1. You will endeavour to be a well behaved, respectful and obedient little boy" Richard nodded yes.
"2. If you are not any of the above you accept that I will punish you anyway I see fit" Richard again nodded yes.
"Good boy. 4. You will wear whatever I put out on your bed for you to wear in the morning."
"5. From now on you are no longer fourteen years old. You are a just turned nine year old little boy again."
"6. You accept that if you are naughty you will be spanked soundly." Richard gulped and again nodded yes, his little bottom already itching and squirming.
"7. Following from this, you accept that I will spank your little bottom anytime I see fit, even if you have been a good boy" Richard thought this over.
"Er .... but .... but .... if I'm good why would you want to punish me?" Richard asked. "Because young man, even good boys need a spanking now and then" he smiled at Richard and the boy smiled back, blushing. "OK then sir."
"8. I will bathe you at all times."
"9. You accept that I will make sure that you are a clean little boy, this means you will accept a full inspection of your body."
"10. If I find you are dirty you accept that I may decide to give you a good smacking and an enema."
"11. You will go to bed without question when I tell you too."
"12. And last, as you will be brought up as a little boy you will call me only daddy or father at all times, I do not want to here the words Dad from your lips, only big boys call their daddy's dad."
Richard looked up at the man "Yes daddy" he said, his voice catching, "Yes to everything, honest"
"Well, son" James smiled, "welcome to your new life little boy" He picked his boy up in his arms and carried him around the house while hugging him tight. Richard was crying, but with tears of joy at his new life.