A Naughty Little Boy – Chapter 03
James Charles held his sobbing little boy on his lap. Jason shrieked when his punished little bottom was sat down on Mr. Charless lap. Mr Charles held him close and rocked him back and forth.
"Shhhh .... Shhhh .... Its all over now little man. You were naughty, you were punished and its all over now. Its ok little boy, Daddy loves you."
Jason was bereft. He buried his face into his mentors chest and wailed and howled all the anguish he had lived these short 17 years.
Oh God, daddy! He said to himself, whats happening to me. Im seventeen not a little boy. You just spanked me really, really hard. I should hate you. Why do I love you all the more instead .... Its not fairrrrrrrrrr. Jason clung to his new daddys neck very hard indeed. He didnt ever want to let go.
Mr. Charles carried on rocking his little charge on his knee thinking how much he loved this boy, and how much it hurt him to spank him so soundly. He looked down on the head of his sobbing boy and gently stroked Jasons hair.
"I love you little boy, I really do" He said to the boy. "And nothing you can say or do will ever change that, young man. Thats why I spanked your naughty little bottom Jason, because I care for you, and I will NOT have you grow up to be a little brat or thug like most children are these days."
Jason heard it all, but he didnt care, he just sat there hugging his new dad and fell asleep.
Mr. Charles picked up his little 17 year old and took him to his room. Jason was fast asleep. Once he got there he pulled on the rope that would summon his butler and began to undress his boy as he waited. He didnt have to wait long. Kendal arrived no more than two minutes after the bell was pulled. By then, Mr. Charles had stripped little Jason to the point that he only had his little infant shorts on. Mr. Charles looked down at his boy in just his shorts and marvelled at how cute the boy was.
"You rang sir?" Kendal asked as he opened the door.
"Indeed I did my good man. I dont suppose you have some pyjamas for this little scamp do you?"
"Actually Sir, I do, I took the liberty of going to my quarters when I left the child in your charge. They are in the top drawer of his chest."
Kendal walked over to the chest of drawers and extracted a pair of shorty pjs. They were made of green velour. The top was short sleeved and the bottoms were shorts with an inside leg of 2".
Together they stripped Jason and dressed him into his pyjamas and tucked him into bed. Mr. Charles left a night light on and gently kissed Jasons forehead before they both left.
The next morning Jason stirred awake. He turned over onto his back and almost jumped out of bed as his still sore little bottom made contact with his mattress.
He jumped out of the bed and instantly wondered where he was. This was a new room which he had never seen before. Normally he slept in his mentors bed and they had wonderful _s_e_x_ together. Today, he looked around and all he saw was ..... A boys room! Hanging from the walls were lots of posters of current sports stars. He was in a single bed with Star Wars quilt. Over the other side of the room was a large double school desk with computer. _d_a_m_n_, this was a boys room! Not just any boys room, but a little boys room! There were board games and little boy toys and a Tomas the Tank Engine train set arrayed.
Jason stood and a momentary feeling of rebellion came over him. He was incensed! Im 17 bloody years old! Not 8! Tomas the bloody Tank Engine? He began to tremble in anger. He then remembered the night before and put his hand to the seat of his shorty pyjamas and felt how sore his little bottom was; He began to sob.
"What am I going to do" He wailed silently to himself. Three months ago he was a big boy, a seventeen year old teenager without a worry in his world. Now he was just a little boy, subject to the strictures and ministrations of a very big man. Yes, he loved this man, he had done so much for him, but hell, Im 17 years old! Jason sobbed.
After he had calmed down he heard one, exactly one, knock on his door and there was Kendal, back ramrod straight with a small round salver in his hand and upon it a tall glass of orange juice.
"Ah, Master Jason, I see you are awake. I have brought this for you" He handed Jason the orange juice.
"I have been instructed by Mr. Charles to get you ready for the day. You are to drink this, get dressed and follow me to the Masters study. I wouldnt dawdle if I were you."
Jason stood there gob-smacked. He couldnt believe what was happening. Here was the butler, he liked him he had to admit, and he had given him a hard time, talking to him as if he was a little boy! Treating him like a little boy! He had just strolled in and started ordering him around as if he were nothing. As if he were a little boy with no right to privacy; he started to sniff as a tear ran down his cheek.
Kendal saw the emotions that were playing across the boys face as if he were watching a movie. He instantly put to juice down and rapidly walked over to the boys bed, sat down and sat the boy on his knee.
"Its ok master Jason, everything will be alright, I promise you" he said as hugged the boy to his chest. "You know, you should be happy, you are a very lucky boy. Not everybody has a chance to be a boy twice in their lives. Now lets get you dressed and to your guardians study, you have a log day ahead"
Jason felt numb. He said nothing as the butler dressed him in the school uniform he was wearing yesterday, included the very brief infant shorts. He was in a daze as he held the butlers hand and was led to the study.
Mr. Charles looked up from his desk to see the butler with boy in hand. Kendal let go of the boys hand and left.
"Come here Jason and stand in front of my desk. We need to talk about your future young man."
Jason slowly and hesitantly walked to the front of the big desk feeling himself get smaller and smaller as he did so. He had a finger in his mouth.
_d_a_m_n_ that boy looks cute Mr. Charles thought to himself. He looks a picture of a naughty little boy. He is a naughty little boy. He smiled.
"Jason my boy. I have been in discussion with my lawyers for the last couple of weeks, do you know why?"
"Er .... no sir" whispered Jason. He looked down at his feet.
"Come here Jason, over to me, I wish to show you something."
Jason slowly walked around the desk. Why do I feel like Ive been naughty he thought? I hope I dont get a smack. He stood next to Mr. Charles and was suddenly but gently picked up and sat on the big mans knee. Mr. Charles handed over a very official looking documents and Jason began to read.
A tear fell down his face as he read. It was a legal document that if he signed would give Mr. Charles legal guardianship. He looked from the document in his hand to Mr. Charless face then back again, several times. He carried on reading. Near the bottom of the document was a proviso stating that Jason would be required to legally change his name and take that of Mr. Charles. It also stated that Mr. Charles would choose a middle name for him and that he would be called Jason James Charles from the moment he signed the document. Wow, he thought to himself, a lump catching in his throat, he wants to change my name! Its as if he wants to make me his .... son. Another tear followed the path of the earlier one. Jason was finding this very emotional, Jason James Charles. It sounded good, he liked it, he wanted it; he looked at Mr. Charles again noticing the expectant look on the kind but strict mans face. He carried on reading. It went on to grant Mr. Charles full authority over him, to accept any punishment Mr. Charles deemed necessary in raising him. To be obedient and dutiful in all things. In short, if Jason signed he would have to do as he was told or accept the consequences. Jason squirmed and felt his little bottom itch, he knew that if he signed this, he would no doubt find himself across his guardians knee very often. Unless he was a good boy.
Jason gulped and put down the paper. With trembling hands he picked up the pen that was Mr. Charles desk and poised his hand ready to sign. If I sign this, Ill be a little boy again, a little boy under the authority of strict but kind and caring man. He though of what it would be like to be a little boy again, to have no worries at all, to be able to play and run around and climb trees. The image of William Brown of Just William fame came into his mind, the lovable little rogue he always got up to mischief. He bit his lip, if I get up to mischief though, Mr. Charles wont laugh it off, hell probably smack my bottom off. Ill just have to be a good boy, or not get caught. Jason smiled and before he could changed mind put pen to paper and signed his name.
He looked at Mr. Charles and saw that there was a tear running down the strong big mans face. He got on his knees and putting his arms around his guardians neck, gave him a kiss on the cheek and buried his face in the mans shoulder. Jason James Charles. WOW! They sat there for several long minutes, just holding each other. Neither of them spoke.
"Sir? Now that youre my guardian, I dont know what to call you"
Mr. Charles smiled at the boy.
"Well little boy, for all intents and purposes, you are my son, therefore, for the same reason, Im your daddy. Now that brings us back to your future." Jason felt a shiver go up his spine. He is isnt he? He thought, he really is going to be my daddy. I just dont think I can call him that all the time.
James picked Jason up and sat him down facing him on his knee. Jasons leg straddled Jamess legs and James held the boys upper arms with determination making the boy look into his face.
"Now Jason, your life, as you know it has changed. I think for the better. All you need to worry about is being a good boy."
Jason tried to look down at his lap but James put his fingers under Jasons chin and made the boy look at him.
"You already know what will happen if you are naughty. You have signed the document and I am perfectly in my right to give your bottom a good hard smacking if you are. That is important little man, because I WILL smack you if your behaviour is anything but. Ive already told you that I will not sit idly by and watch you become a little hooligan! .... " Jason squirmed. " .... If I have to smack twice a day or ten times a day, you better know now that I will do so!" He went on.
"Now. You are a boy Jason, and as such the sooner you get into your head that you are a boy, the happier you will be. I only wish I could have the opportunity that you have now. Its a wonderful thing childhood, and you are a very lucky boy to have it twice, all I want you to do is be a boy and have fun little boy, but being a boy means that you will have rules to live by young man, and live by them you will. I will chose what clothes you wear, when you go to bed, what you eat, when you can play and when you do your chores, because you will have chores and do them you will!" Jason pouted, he never liked chores before and he didnt see himself begin to like them now.
"Right, I think its time we went on a little shopping expedition little boy. We will go into town and buy you some nice new clothes and we will see what can be done about that mop on your head you call hair. Its why to long. Go to the parlour Jason, Kendal should be there and ask him to get you ready for going out. I have a few phone calls to make in the meantime."
Jason was dazed; he felt that things were going way too quickly at the moment. Nonetheless, he got up off his new daddys knee and went in search of Kendal. Im a boy, Im a boy, he said to himself over and over again. He didnt know whether he like the though at the moment. What he did know was that he loved and admired his new daddy very much.
He found Kendal in the parlour. He was polishing silver.
"Please sir, Mr. Charles says that I gotta get ready to go out. Were going shopping."
Kendal looked up from his chores and saw the little schoolboy standing before him. He smiled.
"Dont you think its time you started calling Mr. Charles daddy Master Jason?" he asked as he got up and made his way to the cloakroom. Jason ones again instinctively put his small hand in Kendals and let himself be led away to the cloakroom. Kendal went over to one of the coat hangers and turned holding a small duffle coat with hood; it was navy blue. Jason blushed; he thought he would look stupid in that. Kendal held it out for Jason to put his arms through, which he did blushing mightily. The butler did up the horn toggles and stood back to look at the little fellow.
"My, you look a picture. A perfect little gentleman."
Jason looked at the hall mirror and blushed even more. He was mortified. The duffle coat came down to just below the hem of his shorts so that it looked like he had no trousers on at all. All that could be seen was a boy with a duffle coat and short little ankle socks with the horrid brown school sandals. Jason was horrified, he didnt want to go out, not like this, and hed be a laughing stock. Kendal could see the emotions playing out on the boys face. He had seen it all before in his own 10 year old boy. He smiled, his son didnt like going out like this anymore that Jason did. Hehehe boys are all the same, he thought, you dress them as a boy should be and nice and smart and they recoil in horror. Mind you, he had to admit that boys tended to behave more when in shorts and traditional boyish clothing. He knew that it would be a long time before he allowed his son to wear long trousers.
James soon appeared and saw his little boy all ready to go out and smiled and the pouting boy.
"Now Jason, you shouldnt pout like that, youll end up staying that way."
Jason pouted even more as he was led to the car for their journey into town.
James parked his car in a big multi story car park and holding his boy by the hand led him out of the car park. Jason was blushing mightily. He could see grown ups doing double takes at his appearance all of them smiling wistfully at the big man leading his little boy. Jason didnt take his eyes off his feet and found he almost had to jog to keep up with James.
As they were going down the main shopping street Jason could see a group of boys no more than twelve or thirteen years old laughing loudly and pointing at him. Jason wished the world would open up and swallow him whole.
"I want to go home sir, can we go home?" Pleaded Jason his embarrassment was so great.
"No we cant little man; we have come to buy you some clothes. What you are wearing is all you have to wear and I will not have you wearing the same clothes everyday. Now, Ive warned you before to be a good boy and I meant it Jason. You wouldnt want me to spank your little bottom in public would you?"
Jason sniffed and looked at his feet again.
"Well? Answer me boy!" James sounded very stern now.
"No .... sniff .... Sir"
"Good, well well no more of this nonsense. Remember what Ive just said, because if I have to I WILL smack you right here and now! Now come along."
Jason was mortified, the laughing boys were no more than twenty meters away and must have heard every single word of his scolding; they laughed all the more and began taunting as Jason was led firmly by the hand.
They walked into what looked like a very traditional establishment from the outside. When Jason walked in he saw that it was indeed a traditional establishment. It was in fact an expensive childrens clothes shop and school outfitters. There were row upon row of long mahogany coloured drawers that when pulled out held countless types of socks and ties and things like that. There were long racks of trousers stretching along a whole wall. Jason noted that he couldnt see any long trousers at all. They must be kept in another part of the shop he thought, secretly hoping that Mr. Charles would by him some longs.
Scattered around the shop were ladies and gentlemen with their boys being measured and fitted and one boy Jason saw was naked from the waist down as his mother held out a pair of shorts for the boy to try.
A small man in an immaculate suit came over to Mr. Charles and greeted him looking down at Jason.
"Good morning sir, and how may I be of assistance this fine day?"
"I need a new wardrobe for my son here and I was wondering if you could advise me"
Son? Jason couldnt believe he had just heard, my son here, he was touched, very touched and again he blushed as his heart seemed to beat faster.
"And a very fine looking little boy he is too sir. Do you have anything in mind?"
"Well he will need a full wardrobe as I mentioned. I would like him to have various pairs of school shorts, play clothes, suits and attire for special occasions. I must insist though that all the trousers be short. When he grows older he can wear longer shorts but for the time being I would like the shorts to be no longer than 3" inside leg."
Jasons mouth fell open. He cant be serious! No longs? Short shorts? Play clothes? Anger was beginning to surface within him but he kept quiet remembering that daddy said he would smack him if he had to, in public if necessary.
"Very good sir, I see that you are a man who knows exactly what he wants. If you would be so kind as to follow me we have a private room just for these occasions."
The man began to lead the way to a comfortable private viewing room with Chesterfield sofa and coffee table. Jason was still getting over the fact that long trousers were not to be in his possession for a very long time. His anger was beginning to make itself manifest as he dug his heals into the carpet refusing to be dragged along by the hand by his new daddy.
"Shant" shouted out Jason angrily "I shant I shant I shant go. So there!" Jason was actually shaking with rage and without knowing that he was acting up like the little boy he was and not a seventeen year he stamped his little right foot down hard three times. If he had seen a video of his little tantrum, he would never have guessed that it was really a little boy, Jason had finally regressed back to the mental age of a ten year old without him even realising. Tears of embarrassment and rage poured down his face.
Two things happened at exactly the same time. Firstly, while the shop keepers mouth fell open in embarrassment for the man, the fathers and mothers with their boys instantly turned to look at the little boy throwing a tantrum, looks of disappointment and amazement on their faces. Secondly Jason found himself gripped firmly by the upper arm and suddenly felt a blinding stinging pain square in the middle of his left leg. Jason shrieked and his little legs danced up and down.
EEEEEEEEEEE ..... OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ..... WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Mr. Charles had very firmly smacked the back of the boys left get very hard indeed.
"How dare you behave this way!"
SMACK SMACK SMACK
Jason wailed at the indignity of it all, he felt the handprints rise on his left leg. The burning sensation was almost too much.
SMACK SMACK SMACK.
His right leg was now painted in a similar manner.
Mr. Charles now held Jason before him wagging his finger in his face as Jason danced up and down and bawled like the little boy he was.
"You just wait until I get you home young man. You are not going to sit for a week after this despicable behaviour." He let go of Jasons arms and Jason instantly started rubbing his burning legs. He then started wiping his teary eyes with balled up little fists. Looking to all and sundry like a well smacked, crying, little boy.
"Now apologise to this good man! And while youre at it to all these ladies and gentleman that have had to witness your naughtiness."
Jason was in a state of shock. He knew he had done wrong, he didnt know why but he new he didnt want to apologise. He was so embarrassed that he felt he couldnt even speak. He just stood there wailing away.
James became incensed at this blatant disobedience. He took hold of Jasons arm again and ....
"Naughty, naughty, naughty! Bad boy! Very bad boy!"
He had turned Jason around again and smacked the back of each leg hard punctuating each word.
"WAHHHHHHHHH Im sorrrrrryyyyyyyyyyyyy .... please daddyyyyyyyyy, please dont smack me againnnnnnn, Ill be gooooooood! Wailed the boy."
"Apologise to these people you naughty boy, right now!"
Jason looked at the shop keeper and apologised to for being so naughty. He walked on trembling and smarting legs to the group of ladies and gentlemen with their boys and also apologised for his naughtiness. The ladies looked down at the boy and smiled at him. One of them even gave him a pat on the head and told him it was quite alright and that she was sure that he would now be a good little boy again.
James took hold of his sons hand and this time Jason meekly followed the two men to a viewing room. The parents and the boys were amazed at the mass of stinging handprints Jason had from the hem of his brief schoolboy shorts right down the backs of his knees. One of the boys was sure that forensics could have lifted a perfect set of fingerprints from the boys legs such a perfect handprint was there visible. It looked almost purple and the life lines and each knuckle joint could be seen in white.
"Now little boy, anymore of this nonsense and I will ask the good man here to lend me a clothes brush!"
Jason walked behind his daddy. His left hand in his daddys and wiping away tears with his clenched little right fist. When they got into the viewing room Mr. Charles marched Jason to a corner of the room and planted him there with his hands on his head.
"Now dont let me see you rubbing your legs young man, or you will be rubbing a lot more besides." Jason stood there alone with his misery, nose to the wall.
After about 20 minutes, of which Jason shuffled from foot to foot in total boredom, the shop keeper came back followed by three assistants all bearing drawers and trays full of clothes. Jason was not allowed to move from the corner and the shop keeper and assistants all smiled at the sight of the little boy in the corner with very red legs. Certain finger marks had by now started to turn a darker purple and some were even blue.
The grownups spoke endlessly, talking about how cute this was and how adorable that was. While Jason was still in the corner Mr. Charles told him to take a few steps back but stay facing the wall. Jason didnt want another smacking therefore did exactly as he was told. Before long he was again blushing madly as he felt the shop keeper measuring him precisely. Inside leg, waist, thighs, chest, everywhere. If Jason hadnt known any better he would have though he was being measured up for a suit of armour, not that that wasnt a bad idea the way things were going he thought to himself.
Jason had now spent almost a whole hour in the corner when he was told to turn around. He gawped, he cringed and he wept.
"NOOOOOOOOOO .... please daddy I cant wear that."
There neatly laid out before him were five pairs or short school shorts, two of which were infant shorts, but this time lined but with no fly or pockets. Jason didnt so much mind those, it was the other clothes.
There arrayed before him were a whole stack of clothes; weird clothes as far as he was concerned. No boy wore clothes like these anymore, especially no in this century. Jason couldnt help it, he just sat there in the Chesterfield and wept. For there before him was a little boys sailor suit; two suits actually. One was navy blue, the other white. The tops had the naval flap that hang from the shoulders with the opposite colour. The shorts were short indeed, and again these had an opposite colour trim. Jason could see two pairs of socks, one white with blue bands and one blue with white bands. He couldnt believe it, he didnt want to believe it, he wouldnt wear it as far has he was concerned.
There was also a pair of what Americans called shotalls. This was a pair of short trousered dungarees, and short they were too. There was also various pair of short trousers which were done up with braces. He thought that if he wore those the seam on the back of the shorts would dig into his bottom and make him look ridiculous. The worst apparel was by far, though, what he could only describe as a "Little Lord Fauntleroy" suit. It consisted of very short trousers made of black velvet, a black velvet bum freezer jacket that only came to waist level, short sleeved puffy shirt, little white ankle socks or white knee length ankle socks and patent leather shoes with a strap around the top. What took the biscuit though was a full length footed sleeper. This also known as Doctor Denton pyjamas. They had full feet on them so that his feet were fully enclosed, made of fleece wool and had a drop seat in the back. He wailed at the indignation.
Jason was mortified. One thing was to wear a short trousered school uniform but to be dressed as a boy of fifty or more years ago was the final straw. Once again, his anger rose. He wailed and threw himself to the floor with his little legs and fists drumming against the floor in a full blown tantrum.
Mr. Charles was incensed. He couldnt believe that his little boy would act in such a manner. Less so after the lecture and scolding he had given the little lad. The shop keeper said nothing. All he did was walk over to a cabinet and come back with a large clothes brush which he laid in Mr. Charless hand and promptly left.
Mr. Charles began to soundly scold his little boy. How dare he behave in such a way in public? How dare he dictate what he was or not to wear? Etc and so forth. He grabbed Jason by the waist and hoisted him under his left arm as if he were a sack of potatoes. He reached the Chesterfield sofa and promptly laid Jason on his back, then grabbing the boys feet he clamped them under his armpit and with the boy in this diaper position began to rain down heavy smacks with his hand to the backs of Jasons legs.
Jason shrieked, he wailed, he howled, he roared, He had never felt pain like this before. Once a full spread of smacks had landed from the back of his knees all the way up his legs to the hem of his little brief short, the smacks started landing on flesh that had already been smacked.
Oh how Jason cried! How he wished he had been a good boy! How he wished that he didnt care what his daddy made him wear! Daddy picked up the clothes brush and resumed his naughty little boys spanking the brush.
"DADDYYYYYYYYYYY, pleaseeeeeeeeeeee .... hic .... sob .... noooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"
"Im sorry, Im sorry, Im sorryyyyyyyyyyyyyy ..... "
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK.
Over and over and over again the big brush came down on his sons legs and bottom. Over and over and over again the little boy wailed his anguish.
Jason had an epiphany then. He realised that he would rather wear short trousers than longs. He realised that he appreciated having a grown up in his life that would not put up with any nonsense from him. He realised that just the thought of wearing shorts and being smacked made him very excited.
He realised that he was home!
Daddy scolded him soundly as he smacked his little bottom and legs. He told him in great detail how little boys needed to be taught a lesson. How little boys took advantage if they werent taught the same said lesson.
Daddy picked up his wailing boy and placing his foot on the chair, promptly bent his boy over his upraised knee. Again, Jason spent almost half an over his daddys upraised knee with tears shooting out of his eyes and his mouth a great big oval of sound. Jason didnt know what to think any more.
"DADDY!!!!" Shrieked the little boy "ILL .... WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH .... BE GOOOOOOOOOD .... WAHHHHHHHH. IPROMISEIPROMISEIPROMISEEEEEEEEEE ..... Hic .... sob .... ILLBETHEGOODESTBOYINTHEWHOLEWIDEWORLDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD ..... WAHHHHHHHHH ..."
Jason now just lay over his daddys knee and wailed and roared loudly, but no longer struggled. He now submitted to his daddy and knew that deep down he had learned this painful lesson. Jason promised himself that he would really try and be a good little boy. He didnt want his daddy to spank him in future, but somehow he knew that he would see himself in this position again in the very near future.
Once Jason stopped struggling against his just and deserved punishment. Mr. Charles stopped smacking his boy and held him over his upraised knee until Jasons shrieks and howls and become subdued little sobs.
"Im sorry daddy, Im sorry, Im sorry, Im sorry. Ill never be naughty .... hic .... again .... sob"
"Oh my boy, dont make promises you possibly cant keep." He gently rubbed his boys sore little bottom. Although he had not taken his boys shorts down he knew that his bottom would be purple. Jason squirmed and groaned and didnt want his daddy to stop rubbing his little bottom. Jason became very hard.
"We both know that you will find yourself in this position again. Boys like you cant help being naughty, its in their nature. But, you can rest assured that daddy will be here for you and give you a good hard smacking whenever you need it. I promised you that before and I mean to keep my promise little boy."
"I love you daddy, I really do" replied the little boy.
"And I love you son, thats why I smack you when naughty. But listen to me carefully little boy. Next time I have to give you a good hard spanking, daddy is going to take you little shorts down and smack your little bottom purple. Do you understand?"
"Yes .... hic .... daddy .... sob"
"Now are you going to throw tantrums in public again my boy?" asked Mr. Charles sternly.
"Noooooooo daddy I pwomise"
"Good boy!"
James put his little boy on his feet and Jason started jumping up and down rubbing his little bottom and legs. His legs were flaming red with purple blotches where the clothes brush had smacked down hard. He began to undress his boy and Jason stood and accepted his daddy undressing him. Once he was completely naked. His daddy opened a box which was unopened, took out long white knee socks with two navy blue bands at the top. He pulled them all the way up to past Jasons knees then turned down the tops making sure that they were at the same height. Next, James took out of the box a pair of 3" inside leg pristine white shorts. Along the side seam of the shorts was a navy blue trim about half an inch wide from the waist to the hem. He held out the shorts and Jason, with index finger in his mouth and blushing stepped into the shorts. James pulled them all the way up and fastened them. Next, James pulled out a garment that made Jason gape. Out came a white long sleeved sailor top. The top had a flap that came down over his shoulders with 3 thin blue lines running along the outer edge of the flap. Jason held up his arms while James put it on him.
James turned the boy around and made him look into the full length mirror. Staring at Jason was a little boy in a white sailor suit. Jason had to admit to himself that he looked very cute indeed and that the clothes felt wonderful. He looked up at his daddy and held up his arms. James picked up his little boy and gave him a big, big hug.
Half an hour later, James came out of the private room to the main shop holding the hand of a little boy in a very traditional sailor suit. All the ladies in the shop ahhed at the cute little boy with blonde hair and telling their boys and husbands what a perfect little angel he looked.
Jason blushed again. As they left the shop, all the shoppers couldnt help but notice the very, very red backs of Jasons legs from the tops of his knee length socks to the hem of his shorts.
Jason no longer cared. He looked up at his daddy with undisguised love in his eyes.