A Naughty Little Boy – Chapter 02
Jason woke up the following morning with a splitting headache. He couldnt remember a thing of the night before. All he remembered was that he had gone out clubbing. He couldnt remember when he got in, or how. He couldnt remember getting undressed and into bed for that matter.
Kendal the butler, walked into Jasons room without knocking and carrying a large glass of orange juice and 2 Nurofen tablets.
"Ah! He awakes" said the butler theatrically. "Be so good as to take these and drink all your juice Master Jason" He handed over the juice and the tablets.
"Your clothes for today are in the top drawer of your chest and in the wardrobe. You are to be at the Masters study at exactly nine oclock young man. If I were you, I would keep Mr Charles waiting." He left.
Jason opened his eyes a little and grimaced at the light and his pounding head. He took the Nurofen, downed the glass of juice and closed his eyes until the pounding in his had had disappeared. It was now 0830. He had a half hour to get dressed and to the study.
Jason noted how the butler had spoken to him, he sounded very determined and Jason started to wonder whether he should be worried. He knew that he had been a perfect brat for the last couple of months and somehow he was beginning to feel guilty. He looked at the alarm clock; five minutes had passed. He decided he better get dressed and went to the bathroom for a quick shower.
He came out of the shower and walked over to the chest of drawers. He dropped his towel as he opened the drawer. There neatly arrayed, were the clothes he had first worn when he came to stay; the little schoolboy uniform: white underpants and vest, grey short sleeved shirt, little grey school ankle socks with trim and of course, the short grey school shorts.
I couldnt believe it. Not these clothes again! I opened the other drawers; they were empty. I opened the wardrobe and it too was empty. All except for the grey blazer with red trim. I spied in the pocked of the blazer the same school cap. I looked at my feet and spotted the most grotesque pair of shoes I had ever seen. "What the _f_u_c_k_ are they?" There on the floor of the wardrobe and in my size if I wasnt mistaken were a pair of brown school sandals! "Those are for infants Im not _f_u_c_k_ing wearing those!"
Again I couldnt understand what was happening I walked over to the bed and cried as I sat down. "I dont got a bloody choice" I thought and snivelled. I knew I had to put the clothes on so started off with the briefs and vest, then the shirt, sleeveless pullover and the socks. I felt a twinge of rebellion and purposefully left the socks round my ankles. There they were; the shorts. They look different; I picked them up and wept. These are infant shorts. They had no lining, neither pockets nor fly and the inside leg was only one inch. Tears rolled down my face as I pulled them up my slim smooth thighs. I looked at myself in the mirror and was horrified to see before me a sorry looking little boy with very brief infant school shorts and a red teary face. I was amazed at how young I looked. I slowly walked to the wardrobe and looked down at the sandals and picked them up.
Anger welled up within me. I ran downstairs to the study holding the sandals aloft.
"Im not _f_u_c_k_ing wearing these!"
Tears were streaming down my face. Uh-oh.! I tried to back away but couldnt. He was so big as he came towards me. I was stunned and didnt move. Before I knew it I was held firmly by the left arm by Mr. Charles. He turned me perpendicular to him.
"OWWWWWWW, God, _s_h_i_t_tttttt, STOP, STOP" Mr Charles is smacking my left leg. God it stings! "Pleaseeee, stop!" Im whimpering now and Mr Charles is smacking me just above the left knee, working his hand up to the hem of my shorts.
"YOU ARE A VERY VERY NAUGHTY LITTLE BOY!" bellowed Mr Charles, continuously smacking only the back of my left leg.
It felt as though I was being stung in hundred places every time he smacked my leg and I squirmed and brought my leg up countless times. I was on the verge of full blown sobbing.
"How dare you come home in the state you were last night!"
He was scolding me, I couldnt believe it. I tried to rub my left leg but he was still holding my left arm.
SLAP SLAP SLAP. I shrieked as he turned me and smacked my left leg again.
"Hold still when Im talking to you!" I did, I stood stock still.
"Things are going to change here little boy." Why was he calling me that? "You have made it blatantly obvious that you cant be trusted to behave like a young man of seventeen!"
I thought of all I had done and looked at the floor, he was right, but I was still fighting for my status as it were, of being at least a big boy.
"This is the way it is going to be young man! Stand in front of my desk while I talk to you boy!"
He looked very determined, but also, somehow disappointed. Im getting scared. _s_h_i_t_, this man has just smacked the back of my leg as if I was a naughty little schoolboy .... sniff .... seventeen year olds dont get smacked legs!
"Im going to give you two choices. You can pack all your belongings and leave ...."
No! I dont want to leave I scream to myself in my head. He wants to send me away. My bottom lip started trembling and tears ran down my face.
" .... Or, you can stay here ..." I sighed in relief.
"But, if you stay here, you will behave, and you WILL be brought up again, re-educated, if you will .... Quiet! You may talk only when I finish .... Good. Now, what do I mean, you ask yourself? I will re-educate you, start from scratch. If you decide you want to stay here, you can do so but with the status of a little boy. You will be treated as a little boy. I will dress you, bathe you, and put you to bed and if you are naughty, yes, I will give you a very, very hard spanking! And if I have to smack you every hour, on the hour, because you cant behave, I will do so! Is that clear?
"We cant change you into a good boy and a gentlemen, when you grow, IF, you grow up, unless we start from scratch, build you up from ground up." I sobbed. "But to do that we must, as I said, start from scratch, and that means, that you WILL have to start from the beginning, from when you were a little boy!
I was crying now, I couldnt help it. I wanted to stay, but to stay like this? Like a little boy all over again? And oh how that leg smacking hurt, I couldnt see the back of my leg, but it was itching very much. What do I do? I have been a rotten little _s_h_i_t_, but .... he just smacked me really hard! I looked at him with tears in my eyes and absently started to run my hands over the back my short school shorts, they felt so thin, thinner than the ones Kendal lent me when I got here.
Hes opened his arms to me! My throat caught. Call me crazy, but even after telling me what he had in store for me, I ran around his big bankers desk and threw myself into his arms. I felt myself being picked up and Mr. Charles sat me in his lap.
OW! The cloth of his trousers really makes my leg sting and itch. I looked down and my feet were way off the floor. I thought of how little I looked in the mirror, of being smacked like a little boy. Me! Seventeen, dressed in stupid little boy clothes, of sitting here as if I were sitting on my daddys, my daddys? ... I buried my face into Mr. Charles chest and wept uncontrollably, while he rocked me back and forth. I felt so safe here, sitting on his lap, I never wanted to get off. And I made up my mind, I wanted to be his boy; his little boy.
"Ill stay sir" sniff .... sniff .... Is he smiling?
"Good boy. As I said before, I will smack you very hard if you are a naughty boy and not just with my hand. So you just remember to be good. Your life has already changed little boy. I am going to treat you like an eight year old to begin with .... "
"Eight? No way! I ...." I couldnt get anymore out of my mouth. The room started spinning and then I found myself over Mr. Charles left knee. His foot was placed on the seat of the chair he was sitting on. He held me close by the waist and my body and arms were dangling down, my legs right in the path of his .... OWWWWWWW, WAHHHHHHHHH .... The back of my right leg was now being smacked right behind the knee. And hard!
OOOOOOOO .... please Sir, please stop! It OWWWWWW hurts so much. I couldnt kick my right leg away and he smacked and smacked and smacked. I was yelping and crying loudly now and the hand was only halfway up my thigh.
DONT .... SLAP .... ever .... SMACK .... say .... SLAP .... NO .... SMACK SMACK SMACK .... to me .... SLAP SLAP SLAP .... You are a naughty, naughty, naughty boy! SMACK SMACK SMACK.
Something inside me snapped. A great weight lifted!
NOOOOOOO STAAAAPPPPPP WAHHHHHHHHHHHH ..... DADDY STOPPPPPPPPPP!
And daddy did stop.
I cried and cried as I lay limply over his upraised knee. The back of my right leg was on fire from my knee to the shorts. I was later to learn that actually, my left leg was bright red, but the back of my right leg was almost purple. Both my hands and feet were so high off the ground. I was sweating and my eyes felt swollen; as well as my right leg.
I called him Daddy, I cant believe it. I called him Daddy. And he stopped, daddy stopped. I was rubbing my eyes with clenched up fists when he lifted me up and put me on my feet.
"We are not finished yet little boy!" Daddy said sternly "You will learn that interrupting your elders is naughty and rude. You will be a good little boy Jason, as I told you before. A very good little boy or you will be a very sore and very sorry little boy. Do you understand?"
"Y-yes S-sir" I was still snivelling.
"Next time I have to smack you Jason, I will use my hairbrush on the seat of your little shorts young man. I will not have a rude, ill mannered, naughty little boy in my house."
I was beginning to hate that phrase "naughty little boy" couldnt he say "bad boy" instead? I was crying quite hard and I was dying to be able to rub my burning right leg.
"Where was I? Before I was so rudely interrupted! Hes glaring at me now and I feel smaller than Ive ever felt before. I was just his little boy .....
"Ah yes! I am going to treat you like an eight year old, for the time being. When you have proved to me that you can behave like a bigger boy, then I will treat you like one. But believe me, I think you may have to be eight years old for a long time little boy!"
He was wagging his finger in my face and I found my sock clad feet very interesting at the time.
"You have never had a disciplined childhood young man, but you will now. Your childhood has just begun again little boy, is that understood?"
My eyes were welling up again. True I didnt have a disciplined childhood. I had never been smacked before, but then again, nobody cared before. This man actually does, I looked him in the eyes and nodded that I did. What I really wanted was a real big hug, sitting on his knee .... sniff.
Im going to be a boy! Im going to be a little boy again; Im already dressed as a little schoolboy! No responsibility! Just being a boy, and getting up to mischief, I smiled at that, and do boy stuff. Oh, and getting spanked hard if Im naughty. I frowned, but then, isnt that the way it used to be like? Isnt it the way it should be? Hmmmmm ....
"I want you to sign this, Jason" Mr Charles handed me a document making him my legal guardian.
I read it, it seemed quite straight forward. He would be responsible bla bla bla, and then I read:
"I, Jason Parker, agree to the above and understand that ...."
"corporal punishment may be used ...."
Crying, I signed. Sir smiled. Mr. Charles patted me on the head.
"Good boy! Any questions?"
I did have one!
"Sir, is guardian like a .... "I blushed "a .... father?" He just smiled again.
"It is indeed boy. For all intents and purposes, I am indeed your father now. So just you remember that." He carried on.
"From this moment on, you will address me as Daddy or Sir" I nodded, "If you do not I will take that as disrespectful and you will be punished.
"You will only ever wear short trousers Jason; I do not ever, ever want to see you in a pair of long trousers, unless I give them to you. Little boys do not wear long trousers! The older you get the longer your shorts get Jason. But when you are a big boy, if you behave like a little boy again, you will find yourself with a very red bottom and legs and dressed like an 8 year old again." One more thing on age. If you behave like a baby, you will be treated like one also, so just you think on that later."
Is he saying what Im thinking? I ask myself.
"Next, state of dress! When you are told to put on the clothes laid out for you, you will dress completely, and neatly!"
He was looking at the socks around my ankles and those horrible sandals still on the carpet unworn. I kept my head down.
"I will deal with that in a moment"
I gasped at that, did this mean I was going to be spanked? Oh please dont let it be another leg smacking. Tears started to run down my face again at the thought.
"Every morning from now on I will dress you until you see how to do it yourself. So woe betide you if I ever catch you with so much as a sock down young man!
The fact that you didnt know is no possible excuse for the way you are dressed! No blazer, socks down, no cap, no shoes! Disgraceful Jason!"
I felt a wretch, hes right of course, just look at me.
"You will immediately take you sandals upstairs and dress correctly in full school uniform. But, before you put on your uniform I want you to take your vest and briefs off first. Then you will go to my room ..."
Oh _s_h_i_t_ I thought to myself, no underpants? These shorts without underpants beneath? I started sobbing and felt so little, I could no longer even remember having been more than eight years old. My new life was certainly beginning.
Daddy is going to smack me for being naughty .... I sobbed to myself.
"And take from my dresser the large black wooden hairbrush .....
I really started crying now. Id never been spanked before, _d_a_m_n_; the first smacking I ever got was today! Oh God, whats going to happen? I really want to run, but I cant disobey, I really cant disobey my daddy, not now!
"then you will bring it over to where Ill be sitting. You have five minutes son."
I sobbed and nodded. He called me son! Wow he called me son, he really is daddy. I picked my sandals up and quickly ran to my room, still crying at the thought of the hairbrush. I stripped naked and put on my grey short short-sleeved shirt, sleeveless pullover, and tie; correctly tied. I then sat on my bed and straightened my ankle socks and picked up the dreaded brown school sandals. I hated the very way the buckle sounded as I tied them up. I picked up the little infant school short; no pockets, no fly, and pulled them slowly up my legs. They felt so thin, but they felt so good as I pulled then up my red and stinging thighs. I pulled on the blazer and then stood in front of my full length mirror as I pulled on the cap. There he was again, that naughty little boy, all smartly dressed. I turned around and looked at the back of my legs in the mirror. I gasped, I dont want another spanking now, not with the hairbrush. My left leg was very red, from the hem of my shorts all the way down to my knee. But my right leg was dark red. Just with a hand! Oh noooooooo. I cried all the way to daddys bedroom. I could hardly see daddys hairbrush when I got to the dresser, so full of tears were my eyes. Id seen it before, but now it was ominous. It was made of ebony and the paddle end was an oval shape about 8" by 4". It almost spanned my entire bottom! Gosh!"
I felt like a condemned boy as I walked downstairs to daddy. There he is sitting in a high backed chair, looking at me. Hes sitting very straight, but he doesnt seem so angry now. My legs were trembling as I walked over to daddy. This brush is getting heavy. Oh daddy Im sorry. Why cant I say that out loud?"
Daddy has the hairbrush in his hand now, I cant remember giving it to him.
"This will be your first spanking young man. And it is going to be a very memorable spanking son. After this spanking you will understand everything little boy."
I was rooted to the spot. This is going to be bad, very bad, I wanna be good! I wanna be good! Why was I still silent?
He picked me up! Clean off the floor! I found myself lying face down over my daddys knee. Im not going anywhere, my hands and feet are off the floor. EEK! Daddy is pulling up the waist of my shorts! I feel the seam dig deep into my bottom and the shorts getting tighter. Oooo thats tight! Daddys elbow is digging into my back. I cant move!
"I am going to spank your bottom till you cant sit down little boy!"
Oh no, theres no way I can take this.
"How dare you present yourself in that manner to me? How dare you disrespect yourself in that manner! You wear that uniform with pride and any other clothes you are given because if you dont, you will find yourself over my knee again for a very long, hard, bare bottomed spanking little boy.
He said it, he said it again! "Naughty little boys get spanked!"
EEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW .... NOOOOOO! Im shrieking, I cant believe how much that stung. Its landed across both my cheeks right in the middle. .... It fell again, and again and again before I could register the first smack. Oh god I cant take this. I feel the tears shoot out of my eyes and down my face. I begin to beg him to stop, anything, only please stop.
SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK
He is spanking my cheeks alternately. Im kicking hard and squirming but I cant move. Daddy has me just where he wants me and theres nowhere to go.
"Oh daddy! Please Ill be gooooooood!"
"I know you will son"
Daddys stopped, oh god that hurt!
"Because daddy is going to make sure you are good, I promised you that, and a Daddy never lies to his boy, and Daddy knows just when you have had enough. After all, you are just a little boy and Daddy knows best!"
"Oh no please daddy no moreeee"
WAHHHHHHHHHHHH, daddy is smacking me where my bottom meets the tops of my legs, the sit spot. The shorts are so short and pulled so high that the lower part of my bottom is totally bare.
"DADDY NOOOOOOOOOOO"
SPANK SMACK SMACK SPANK SPANK
On and on and on daddy spanked me. All the while scolding me and telling me how naughty I was and how its up to daddy to decide how long and how hard I am spanked. I cried like a little boy and all the while the brush spanked away. My bottom actually felt swollen.
SPANK SMACK SMACK SPANK SPANK
I shrieked and snapped and I felt myself go completely parallel to the floor. Daddy had landed the brush squarely on the top of my leg, then the other leg.
"Daddyyyyyyyyyy I love youuuuuuuuuuuuu"
I collapsed into silent sobs. I could feel the long strings of spit reach down to the floor from my mouth, which was now a silent open hole.
"I love you too son. Thats why Im spanking you, because I want you to be a good boy, I care for you and I love you."
Daddy spanked the brush down onto the tops of my legs a good ten times each.
Oh how I cried.
"Oh Daddy I love you ......!"
To be continued ....
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