The Making of a Little Sissy Boy
|by Richard Parker|
Copyright on this story text belongs at all times to the original author only, whether stated explicitly in the text or not. The original date of posting to the MMSA was: 23 Mar 2006
Jamie was standing in the corner of his room; crying profusely. His hands were on the back of his head and his bottom, and only his lower bottom was a dark red; almost purple actually. Jamie had again been a very naughty little boy and his daddy, had soundly smacked his little bottom until Jamie was a very sorry little boy indeed. He had been pulled over his daddy's knee and spanked very soundly. Jamie had been howling and bawling long before his smacking was over with snot and tears pouring down his face and promising never, ever, to be a naughty boy again; he even crossed his heart and hoped to die!
Jamie had been told he had to be up early today; Daddy was taking him shopping for some new clothes as Jamie's daddy was of the thought that his boys little shorts were not short enough. Jamie was amazed, he hadn't worn any shorts with an inside leg of more than 2" since he became his daddy's little boy, but here was his daddy saying the shorts were too big. Jamie disagreed, rather too vehemently, hence the very hard spanking he had just received. His daddy had promptly pulled Jamie out of the bed, lifting him up into the air, walked him over to the chair behind Jamie's school desk and putting his foot on the chair, draped his little boy over his upraised knee and spanked Jamie's sit spot repeatedly for about 10 minutes; and just his sit spot. Jamie had howled and begged his daddy to stop, promising of course to be an angel.
Mr Heller placed his boy in the corner, hands on head, and busily began choosing the clothes his little boy was to wear on the way to the school outfitters. He was rather angry with his boy. How dare he complain or think he had the right to dictate what he was to wear, or how he was to be punished for that matter. Well, by the end of this afternoon, he knew a naughty little boy that would wear what he was given, and thank his daddy for it, or he would again be a very sorry little boy indeed.
Mr. Heller went to his historic boy's clothing room and began gathering the rather fine school uniform his boy would wear. He picked out a smart, little, white, short sleeved school shirt, a grey sleeveless jumper with red trim around the v-neck and the waist of the jumper, a pair or ankle length grey school socks with two thin red lines at the top. Mr. Heller looked at the bottom of the wardrobe at the footwear section of his collection and picked out a pair of brown school t-bar sandals; he almost giggled. He hadn't made his 19 year old little boy wear sandals of this calibre before, he was sure that Jamie would balk and make a fuss, well let the little scamp; he'll wear it with several hand prints to the backs of his legs. He next searched through his vast school shorts section but couldn't find what he was looking for. Hmm … Just as well we are going to the outfitters! Can't have a little boy without pull-up school shorts! He found the next best thing, a pair of very brief, fully lined school shorts but which had an inside leg of only 1". They were made of a flannel material, but not thick flannel. As they were second hand, and obviously, many a boy had been smacked in them, the material was quite thin. He chose a grey school blazer with red ribbon trim around the edge of the blazer and the lapels and a grey school cap with very short peak and also with red trim.
Mr. Heller called Giles and the butler promptly took the boy's clothes for the day and went to Jamie's room and began running his bath. Jamie, still sore from his sound lower bottom smacking, didn't want to be punished again so meekly took hold of Giles' hand and let himself be taken to the bathroom, undressed and sat in his bath as if he really were a little boy. Jamie just laid there soaking in the wonderful warmth of the water and bubbles.
"Come! Master Jamie!" said Giles, "It's time for you to get dressed. Your daddy is going to buy you some nice new clothes today … Aren't you a lucky little boy? Giles grinned.
Jamie didn't feel very lucky at all. He loved living here, he loved his daddy, he loved the butler, well respected him greatly, he loved the clothes his daddy dressed him in, but he really wished his daddy wouldn't take him out dressed in the some of the outfits he made him wear. He could just about go out in school uniform, no longer being embarrassed but honestly; some of the clothes just took the biscuit. How many other 19 year old boys were seen out in a short trousered sailor suit? All in all though, Jamie didn't mind, he might be 19 but when dressed up, he looked no more than 10 or 11. He was only 5' 1" tall, had flawless smooth hairless skin, and was kept hairless from the neck down. He also had gorgeous straight blond hair with natural highlights that hung straight down in a little page boy hairstyle and had the most amazing blue green eyes, which could melt the heart of the strictest daddy.
Jamie got out of the bath and was enveloped in a big white fluffy towel by Giles who promptly dried the boy's flawless skin. As Giles was drying off the boys legs he noticed for the first time that Jamie's legs now had a beautiful light tan while his bottom was a snowy white; or would have been if he hadn't been spanked by his daddy this morning. Having dried Jamie, Giles took the boy by the hand and took him to his bedroom where they both found the clothes for today laid out. Jamie frowned and rolled his eyes as he saw the little prep school uniform.
Jamie stood while Giles began dressing the boy. He started with the short sleeved white shirt, then the little school ankle socks. Jamie really frowned when he saw those, he much preferred to wear long socks with school uniform, he thought that little ankle socks, with or without the red trim made him look silly and even more childish than he usually did. Giles noted the boy begin to pout but said nothing, he next picked up the grey school shorts. Holding them up he noticed that these were shorter than the lad normally wore, the inside leg was only 1". The thin flannel material was beautifully soft and had a white cotton lining. He held them open and Jamie reluctantly stepped into them. Jamie had to admit that they did feel very good indeed as Giles slowly pulled them up and tucked the white shirt in before fastening the shorts and pulling the zip up.
"Turn around lad, lets see how you look."
Jamie did as he was told gently feeling his bottom through the thin flannel; he started getting hard again. Giles sat back on the bed and noted how well they marked the boy's bottom. As Jamie was not allowed to wear underpants, the seam of the tiny school shorts disappeared up his bottom and the flannel clung to his bottom cheeks beautifully. Giles could just about notice a patch of now dark pink skin just showing below the hem of the shorts where Jamie had had his sit spot soundly hand smacked by his daddy.
"Very nice young man, you're a credit to Mr. Heller when you dress correctly little boy".
Giles picked up the school tie and tied it in a Windsor knot. Then came the v-neck sleeveless jumper and the blazer. Again, Giles noted how from the back you couldn't see Jamie's little shorts with the blazer on; Jamie carried on pouting. Giles reached into the left hand pocket of Jamie's blazer and pulled out the school cap and put it on the boy, making sure that some of the beautiful blond fringe showed below the peak of the cap, he thought it made Jamie look like a mischievous little scamp.
"Ah! We almost forgot your shoes little boy, can't have you going out in socks can we now."
Giles looked under the bed and almost giggled when he saw the childish brown T-bar school sandals, he just knew that Jamie wasn't going to like this; he was absolutely right.
Jamie took one look at the sissy little sandals and all he could do was flap his mouth open and closed like a goldfish out of water.
"eek … huh … ah … no … wha … I CANT WEAR THOSE!!!!" Jamie almost screamed.
"You will put these shoes on right now young man! How dare you be so naughty when I'm trying to dress you? Your daddy will know about this right now!"
Giles managed to force Jamie's little right foot into the sandal and fasten it, when he tried to put the left sandal on Jamie wailed and stamped his foot.
"That's it young man!" Without another word he held the left sandal by the heel, took hold of Jamie's left arm and holding it perpendicular to him began smacking the back of Jamie's legs with the sandal.
"You SMACK will wear SMACK, SMACK, whatever you are told to, SMACK, SMACK, and SMACK!"
6 smacks landed from the sandal to his left leg, from the hem of his shorts to the back of his knees. 6 perfectly marked dark pink slipper outlines on the leg.
"Your, SMACK, daddy, SMACK, SMACK, has spent a lot of time and money and effort on you! SMACK, SMACK, SMACK!" 6 more smacks of the sandal landed on his right leg.
"Now young man!" asked Giles, holding onto Jamie's biceps, "do I need to give you a proper spanking before you dress as you are supposed to?"
Jamie didn't answer, he just wailed. He was smacked one more time on the left leg. WAHHHHHHHH
"Nooooooooooo … no Uncle Giles, noooooooo, snob, sniff!"
Giles was taken aback, actually he almost cried. 'Uncle Giles!' He had never been called that before. Actually he had never smacked a boy either, but he now felt a feeling of warmth swath over all his body. He now realised that like Mr. Heller, he felt a strong attachment to this boy that called him uncle. He pulled Jamie into a hug and squeezed him tight. Jamie on the other hand let himself be enveloped and now had a stronger feeling of respect and appreciation for Giles. Yes this man was his daddy's butler, but he treated him as he deserved and didn't think twice about smacking him. It actually hadn't hurt that much, but the way he was scolded and held by the arm while his legs were smacked like a little infant made him respect Giles all the more. He suddenly realised that he wished he knew what Giles full name was so that he could him Mr. whatever. Jamie then thought what better than to call him sir? But he is daddy's butler, I don't fink I should call him sir!" That was when Jamie decided that from this day on, Giles would become Uncle Giles. And though he had had his leg soundly slippered by Giles, he respected him all the more. Needless to say, Jamie was now dressed in a very tradition prep school uniform with little ankle socks and sandals and a blazer that covered his shorts, and what was worse; a stupid school cap! Funny how he didn't even think about the slipper marks showing clearly on the backs of his hairless legs/
Giles noticed all the conflicting feelings running through Jamie's mind. It was the first time he had ever smacked him and he had to admit that he didn't really like doing it. Yes, it turned him on when Mr. Heller smacked and spanked his boy, but to do it himself? He really, really liked little Jamie and though he knew that this boy needed a firm hand, he really would rather sit the boy on his knee and comfort him, not smack him. Though at the same time he knew he had had no choice but to do what he had done.
With Jamie fully dressed now and sniffing and rubbing his eyes with little balled up fists he turned to the boy,
"There, there little one." He pulled him to his chest and Jamie flung his arms around his neck and cried hard. "Please don't ever, EVER, make me have to do that to you again little boy. I really don't like having to do that to you. But rest assured, if I have to turn you over my knee, I will indeed!"
Jamie stopped crying and clung onto his now 'Uncle Giles' neck …
"Sniff, sniff, I'm sooooooo sorry Unka Giles, wahhhhhhhhhh"
Giles just held the boy sitting on his lap. 'Uncle Giles' Giles really wanted to cry now!
"There, there little one, it's all over now. Just remember to be a good little boy and you wont have to be smacked again!"
Giles took hold of Jamie's hand and took him downstairs to Mr. Heller's study. He knocked on the door and waited to be called in. As soon as he was, Giles instead of taking little Jamie to stand in front of his daddy took him to the corner of the study and stood the boy in the corner with his hands on his head.
"Well, well Giles, I see you have had to impart a lesson to the little scamp!"
Mr. Heller could not help but take his eyes of the back of the boy's legs. Jamie was standing with his hands on his head, this raised the bottom of the blazer and Mr. Heller could now see the hem of the tiny little shorts, but could more importantly see, the bright pink almost red thighs of his little boy.
"I'm dreadfully sorry Sir, but this young scamp decided to throw a tantrum when he saw the sandals he was supposed to wear and well …"
"Hmmm … don't worry Giles. I think from now on you will obviously have to take a hand in this young boy's upbringing".
Giles did not tell Mr. Heller about being called Uncle Giles by Jamie.
"As Sir wishes," he turned and looked at the back of the boys legs, nice and bright and pink under the hem of the little shorts.
They left Jamie in the corner for half an hour; both smiling like contented fathers.
"Jamie, come over here little boy!" Jamie turned around and saw his daddy sitting behind his huge leather topped desk and Giles standing to his right and behind him. Jamie slowly walked over and stood in front of the desk looking down at his little sissy boy, infant school sandals; God he hated them, even the sound of the buckles as he did them up.
"I hope you've learned your lesson little boy, I really don't want to have to smack you again today.
"Sniff .., you wont daddy" replied Jamie in a low voice.
"Come here you little scamp"
Jamie smiled and ran over to his daddy who picked him up and sat him on his knee. Jamie liked it when he called a scamp/
"Well young man, we are going shopping today for some new shorts and other clothes. Now, I warn you Jamie, if you misbehave while we are shopping, I will have no hesitation in giving you a good smacking, in public and wherever we are. If I have to do that though, you will get a very very sound spanking when we get back home and then you will go to bed without supper. Do you understand?" Mr. Heller scolded firmly.
"I'll be good daddy honest … cross my heart!"
"We'll see you little scamp. Just don't say I didn't warn you. Now please go with Giles to the car while I finish this paperwork." He stood Jamie up and sent him off the Giles with a firm smack to the back of his shorts. Jamie hurried away to Giles looking back at his daddy and smiling while rubbing his bottom.
Mr. Heller smiled at his boy and Giles as he watched them leave, with Giles holding the boys hand. He didn't have any paperwork to do really, he was just thinking of the clothes he was going to buy his boy. He had plenty of school uniforms but realised that he didn't have a little Cub Scout uniform for the boy. Yes, we'll go to the school outfitters and kit him out as a little Cub Scout. He placed a call to the outfitters to let his friend know that they were on the way and also to find out if he had the shorts that he had spoken to him about a week earlier. Jamie was going to be a very surprised little boy.
Jamie was very comfortable in his uniform, he no longer felt embarrassed at being seen in school uniform, even with the tiny school shorts, he noticed that people didn't really stare at him. He was happy skipping along by his daddy's side as he held his hand. Looking at a mirrored shop front window he noticed how he looked just like a little boy with his daddy.
As they got to the outfitters, Mr. Heller bent down slightly and wagging his finger in Jamie's face reminded his boy to behave; in they walked.
Jamie had never been to a shop like this, it smelled of wood polish and cloth, it was a very traditional shop with all manner of traditional boy's clothes, from play clothes to school uniforms and other uniforms beside. Jamie held onto his daddy's hand as they walked up to a distinguished looking gentleman in a tailored suit and half moon reading glasses perched at the end of his nose.
"Ah! Mr. Heller, how wonderful to see you again sir!" The gentleman looked down at the boy who was trying to hide behind Mr. Heller, unsuccessfully. "This must be the little tearaway you were telling me about." He looked down at Jamie and smiled, struck by the boys incredible boyish bashfulness and noticing the long expanse of bare thigh below his cute little prep school blazer.
"John, my good fellow, yes, this is he. He is actually a good boy most of the time, though he can be quite mischievous and naughty at times" Jamie wanted the ground to swallow him up and blushed mightily.
"Jamie, don't be rude and present yourself to the gentleman."
Jamie, all the while looking at the floor went closer to the shop keeper and held out his hand.
"Pleased to meet you sir" he said in a low, embarrassed and remarkably childish voice. Jamie himself was amazed, he couldn't remember the last time he had ever called anybody sir.
"Oh what a sweet, well mannered little boy you have there sir. It's hard to believe that this boy can ever be naughty."
"John, John, John, I can guarantee you that he can be quite a mischievous little scamp. Only today I have had to give his bottom a good smacking and Giles, you know Giles, had to smack him too." Mr. Heller looked down at Jamie, "Turn around Jamie"
Jamie did so, mortified, and presented his back view to the gentleman.
"Well! I see he can be very naughty indeed!" said John as he saw the faint pink outline of the slipper still painting the back of the boy's legs. "Well I must say sir, it's good to see that there are some children left that receive the just punishments they deserve for their naughtiness and anyway, a good leg smacking never harmed a boy and lets him know who the grown up is and WHO is the little boy. Jamie blushed again.
"Now sir, I have all the clothes you requested for, Jamie was it? Master Jamie. I will need to take his measurements for future attire. I hope you will behave little boy, we wouldn't want your daddy to scold you in public would we?"
"I will sir, honest!" replied Jamie immediately, he wished he could be out of here right now.
"Er … daddy?"
"Stand still Jamie and don't fuss, we are only buying you some much needed new clothes."
"But daddy, I need a wee" said Jamie urgently as he started moving from foot to foot.
"I told you to go before you got into the car, you will just have to wait until we are finished."
Jamie was stricken, he didn't think he could hold on for more than 15 minutes at this pace. As his mind carried away to thoughts of toilets and things the shop keeper suddenly presented Mr. Heller with a large box.
"Here are the items for the lad"
Mr. Heller opened the box and inside found a brand new green crew necked jersey with a little yellow scout's logo on the front. Like many a mother had done in the past to their children, Mr. Heller held the jersey against the boy to make sure that it would fit. "Perfect John, absolutely perfect."
Mr Heller then pulled out a pair of plain grey woollen knee socks. He bent down and took off Jamie's school sandals and little boy ankle socks, then put the long socks onto the boy. The tops of the socks went about 4" above his knee and he left them there and next took out a pair of garters for the socks. These garters were a white elastic with a green tassel hanging off the elastic. He pulled up to just under the boys knee and folded down the sock top. On the outside of each sock were now hanging a cute green tassel. He also took his boys upper clothes off and dressed him in the green jersey. Jamie was now standing in the middle of the shop in grey long socks with garters and green jersey; of course he had no underwear and was again blushing lots while looking at his grey sock covered feet.
Mr. Heller then took out what looked like a big red and yellow handkerchief. This went round Jamie's neck with a woggle to keep it there. Next came a green cap which looked like the schoolboy cap he was wearing but had yellow trim. This only left the shorts in the box, they almost took breath away. There in the box were the most adorable little boy school shorts he had ever seen. They were in fact, infant shorts. They were terylene worsted school shorts but very, very short indeed, slightly shorter than Jamie's current flannel shorts, but the difference was that these shorts had a false fly, they were elasticated all the way around the waist and had no white lining or pockets. If his little boy needed to wee he would have to lower the shorts. Jamie said nothing as he daddy made him step into the shorts and pulled them up. They felt incredibly brief and thin to Jamie, he knew they wouldn't offer much protection if his daddy spanked him with his shorts on. He looked into the mirror that was in front of him and saw reflected in the a very small and cute looking Cub Scout. Jamie loved it … though didn't know what to think of the shorts, he pouted.
"Daddyyyyyyyyy, I need a wee, honist"
"Jamie! I told you to wait, now stand still while I speak to the gentleman. I don't think I have to warn you again about being naughty do I?"
"No daddy" Jamie pouted and commenced to almost hop from foot to foot and holding onto his willy while his daddy and the man talked.
Jamie was desperate; he really did need to use the bathroom. He almost began to cry when it happened. Jamie stood mortified to the spot as he began to feel a slow trickle go down his leg. He looked down and began sobbing as he stood there wetting his new infant shorts.
Mr. Heller looked down at the boy, so did the shopkeeper.
"Well I never!" said the shop keeper, "Such a big boy like you having an accident like this, and in your new shorts too! Tut tut tut
"James Richard Heller! There I was thinking you were a big boy!"
Without further ado Mr. Heller took hold of his boys arm and soundly smacked the backs of Jamie's legs until they were bright red.
"Naughty SMACK naughty SMACK naughty SMACK ... You bad SMACK bad SMACK bad SMACK boy!"
Over and over again did Mr. Heller smack the back of his boys legs until Jamie was dancing from foot to foot and crying hard as the back of his legs turned redder and redder with purple finger marks on the legs. Once Jamie was crying hard from the leg smacking and the embarrassment, Mr. Heller took Jamie to a corner, placed him face into the corner and swiftly pulled the infant shorts down to Jamie's feet and gave him twelve very hard smacks to his bottom and told him not to move. He walked back over to the proprietor and began apologising while Jamie stayed in the corner crying like an infant.
"You see John? what am I going to do with him. Honestly! Wetting himself like a toddler!"
A light seemed to switch on in the shop keepers mind.
"Ah, I wonder if I could make a suggestion old chap?"
"Go ahead my good man."
"Well you see there is a shop just down the road that specialises in …"
Jamie didn't hear what they had to say to each other, he was busy in the corner dying to be able to rub the back of his burning legs. He was so embarrassed, he didn't know why it had happened, he had never ever wet himself before and just the thought that he had made him cry all the more. He had finally regressed to being a very small little boy and thought that he would do anything to make his daddy love him again … wahhhhhhhhh … why am I so naughty he thought to himself.
"John! You are a godsend; it's an absolutely perfect solution. I'm sure we can cure the little scamp of this problem."
"You are most welcome sir! I'll call them right away with the boy's measurements they should be ready for you in about 15 minutes."
Mr. Heller strode purposefully over to his little boy, more little boy than he thought, and quickly and swiftly gave Jamie another six hard smacks to his bare bottom before he pulled up the wet infant shorts.
"You and I have an appointment else where you naughty little boy you!"
"Daddy, daddy, noooooooooo, I don't wanna go out wiv wet shorts!"
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK!
3 more resounding smacks landed on the back of each leg.
"If you disgrace yourself in public then you will have to take the consequences! Naughty boys are punished! I don't care if people see you with wet shorts. I know you behave like a little boy, but I never expected you to wet yourself like a toddler!"
Jamie jumped from foot to foot crying like the toddler his daddy mentioned. He felt very uncomfortable in his wet shorts and humiliated but the big dark grey wet patch in front and wet stinging legs. Mr. Heller took hold of his hand and purposefully left the establishment on his way to another; there were more than one ruffian teenager on the street that pointed and laughed hard at the boy in his sissy boy cub scout uniform with the tiny wet infant shorts and bright red legs; Jamie almost had to run to keep up with his daddy crying all the time.
There they were, it was a little boy clothes shop called "La Cigüeña" which means The Stork in Spanish. It was a shop specialising in clothes for children from baby up to about 8 years old. Mr. Heller strode up to the counter still holding onto Jamie's hand. Jamie stood there mortified, with wet shorts, red legs and red eyes from crying hard.
"Ah, you must be Mr. Heller, John called about half an hour ago"
"I am indeed; I hope that John explained the problem.
The lady looked over at the very sorry looking little boy with the wet shorts and frowned.
"Yes indeed, and I must say that I fully and wholeheartedly agree with, um your solution. If you would like to step this way"
The lady took Mr. Heller and his boy to a private room and clapping her hands called out to her assistants that began to bring box after box of clothes. Jamie was standing in front of his daddy looking down at the floor and still sniffing away.
"Hmm … Yes … I have the perfect outfit for your boy Mr. Heller" She clapped her hands again and another lady came over with a large white box. "Mr. Heller, as you can imagine we have ample accessories for little boys who insist on wetting, I have taken the initiative to have a parcel made up already with everything you will need. But considering the situation, I think you may wish to change your child's clothing to something more suitable?"
"You are of course very kind." He stood Jamie up between his knees and began taking off his new cub scout uniform, tutting and mumbling all the time on his boys behaviour, until he was completely naked; Jamie just looked down at the floor blushing all over.
"We will start with these Sir," The lady opened the box and pulled out a pair of long white socks, but not any normal long white socks, they looked like girls socks with patterns all the way to the top and no turnover. She handed them over to Mr. Heller and he put them on Jamie. Jamie hated them, but didn't dare say anything.
"Oh sir, they suit the child very well. Now here is a nice little shirt for the darling!" She pulled out a silky type white shirt with short sleeves, but with the sleeves puffed and bunched. As his daddy began putting the shirt on Jamie began to cry silently.
"Oh doesn't he look just divine? Come over to me boy!" Jamie looked at his daddy who nodded and Jamie walked over to the lady, very embarrassed. She had reached into the box again and pulled out what look like a bow tie. It was a bow tie and in a pale baby blue colour; Jamie cried again as the lady tied the bow tie.
"Perfect, we're almost done little boy" Jamie wanted to cry hard again but couldn't.
She next pulled the largest garment out of the box and Jamie wailed.
"Daddy nooooooooooooooooooo that for infants and babies … wahhhhhhhhhh"
"Oh really little boy, coming from a naughty little boy like you who has just had an accident in his new shorts I find it amazing that you don't like your nice new clothes!"
What the lady had pulled out of the box was a pair of, again, pale baby blue shorts to match the bow tie, but not ordinary shorts. They were again very short indeed, even shorter than his infant school shorts. At the back of the shorts were two strips of material, braces that were sewn into the back of the shorts. She made Jamie step into the shorts and pulled them up tight making sure the seam dug into the naughty boys bottom. She pulled the braces over his shoulder and that was when he noticed to two big white pearl buttons sewn onto the front of the shorts. The braces were buttoned to the front. The braces were sufficiently tight that the shorts were held up very high and you could see the crescent where bottom meets thigh clearly from the back.
"Daddyyyyyyyyy … wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Jamie cried like the infant he now was.
"There, there little boy" said the lady. "We're almost done and I must say you are looking absolutely adorable. You should thank your lucky stars that you have a daddy that buys you such nice things! Now lets put some shoes on you shall we?"
Jamie was standing there in his ridiculous looking infantile clothing, baby blue, he cried hard. He cried even harder when he saw the last item coming out of the box. There they were a pair of pale baby blue Mary Jane shoes that matched his braced shorts and bow time. The lady put his new shoes on and buckled them up and then stepped back looking at the boy.
"Oh sir, don't you think you now have the cutest little boy in England?" She was gushing. Mr. Heller had to agree, he looked like a four year old in his matching baby blue shorts, bow tie and shoes, and the two big buttons at the front that held the braces just capped it off.
"Now, I think you will need these tonight sir" Another lady came with another box. When she opened the box, Mr. Heller smiled. Jamie wailed. "Jamie, if you don't stop that howling, I will give you something to cry about!" Jamie hiccupped and cried softly. You see dear reader inside the box were half a dozen terry towelling nappies (diapers to our cousins across the pond), several pairs of pull-up padded trainer pants, several pair of plastic pants, some of them with teddy bears printed on them and lastly a baby blue romper suit.
"Daddy nooooooooooooooooooooooo … sob … sniff … hiccup"
"What did I just tell you young man?"
"Do you want me to smack your bottom soundly here and now little boy?"
"hic … hic … no daddyyyyyyy"
"These clothes are for punishment young man. If you are going to behave like an infant or a toddler or a baby, then that is the way you will be treated! Now behave!" The last two words were punctuated with two hard smacks to the front of Jamie's thighs.
"Er .. Sir … If you feel the need to, I have a nice clothes brush that you may wish to use."
Mr. Heller thought about it, almost laughing at the dejected little boy look on Jamie's face. His face all red with puffy red eyes from so much crying.
"Thank you madam, but I don't think that will be necessary. I know a very, very naughty silly little boy that will be going to bed tonight a very, very sorry and sore little boy.
"Oh … just as well you mentioned that sir, I almost forgot!" She clapped again and another lady came with another white box, much smaller. She reached into it and Jamie started sobbing silently. What she displayed was a pair of soft pyjamas, no ordinary pyjamas mind you. They were a pair of, again pale baby blue, footed sleepers, the type with foot pads and at the back a drop seat that was held into place with buttons.
"Oh my dear lady, they are absolutely what is needed, I can't thank you enough. Just what every naughty silly little boy needs for bed … hmm … do you think they will be big enough for a nappy underneath?"
"Oh yes sir, no problem"
"Well my dear, you have been an absolute saint, I don't know what I would have done without you or John." He looked at his little boy in the toddler clothes. "Say thank you to the nice lady little boy" Jamie did as he was told crying all the time.
Five minutes later there were many amused people on the high street who would turn around as man and boy walked past. A tall man holding onto the hand of an adorable little boy in baby blue suspender shorts with matching shoes and bow tie. The boy's left hand was held by Mr. Heller's and his right hand was rubbing his eyes his with a little balled up fist as he continued to cry. As the people walked passed they could see man and boy walk away, The boy with several clear and present dark red handprints up and down the backs of his little legs, from the hem of the very brief tugged up shorts to the tops of his little girl socks.
As they came to his car, Giles stood there holding the door, amazed at the little boys clothes, he loved them, and they made his 'nephew' look adorable.
"Home Giles, I have to have a very long talk with a very naughty misbehaving little boy."
Jamie had indeed had a very, very long talk with his daddy. His daddy's hand and large hairbrush did all the talking. Jamie cried harder than he had ever done.
It was a very sore little boy that went to bed that night in his footed sleeper. Jamie slept like the little boy he was.