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Things Going On

by U.N. Known

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: 30 Mar 2018


THINGS GOING ON

 

Thank you for doing this, Bernice, Cassie Collins spoke the moment the door was opened. I never would have thought to bother you if Rick hadn’t suggested it.

It is my pleasure dear, the old lady smiled, But where is young Richard and who is this strapping young lad you’ve got with you?

The boy smiled, well aware he wasn’t strapping at all, just a slightly below average sized twelve year old. Still it was something Mrs. Rossington had always said about him since he was in nappies and he was glad some things didn’t change even if pretty much everything else had.

My you look so grown up in your big school uniform, the lady stepped around Cassie to give the boy a hug, I remember when you wore nothing but short trousers, running about all over the place. So full of life you were. Do you remember, Richard.

I do. he nodded solemnly, That was years ago though, when I was in little.

Yes indeed, and I used to make all your little clothes. So cute you looked. All arms and legs you were, Richard?

The boy nodded not sure what to answer that other than by opening his jacket and showing what was beneath it, I’m wearing the jumper you made me. See.

The grey sweater with the double band around the neck opening highlighting the V shaped opening, had been one of the last things the old lady had machine knitted for him before she’d moved into the sheltered accommodation four years earlier.

Back then the jumper had somewhat swamped the boy in room to grow but now it was a touch on the tight side, but still acceptable, and still in rather good condition seeing as Rick had only worn it once to school. The teasing from his peers making sure he would never do so again, even if he did sometimes wear it at home.

He wears it all the time. put in Cassie but no one was listening to her.

I’m glad you like it dear, Mrs. Rossington smiled at the boy now looking so grown up, resisting the urge to smooth down his somewhat wayward hair or suggest it needed a cut as she knew boys didn’t like that.

I do. He nodded, making that hair fly about, I like it a lot. And thanks for letting me stay Mrs. R.

You are most welcome, Richard. I’m sure you will be no bother whatsoever.

That wasn’t quite what Rick was planning, but he said nothing further allowing his mum to apologising for them turning up with little more than a few minutes warning.

We thought Rick was going to stay with his friend while I was away, but that fell through for some reason at the last moment and, well, here we are.

The three of them stood for a moment not knowing what to say until Rick reminded his mum that she had better get going if she was going to meet up with her co-workers before her flight to Scotland.

It’s just a conference. Been planned for ages so I can’t cancel it. Not at this late stage. she’d explained over the phone.

You go dear. Mrs. Rossington had said. Young Richard will be fine with me for a few days. It will be just like old times when I used to look after him when he got out of little school.

Are you sure. Cassie had repeated several times both down the line and again at the front door, before, finally a Rick had reminded her that the taxi was still waiting. With the meter running. Only then had she left, Rick and Mrs. Rossington waving her off until she was out of sight when then turned to each other.

Come in. Richard. Come in. Is that all you bought with you?

Picking up the small rucksack, Rick confirmed that it was without going into details as to just why he’d bought his school uniform with him, when school wouldn’t be starting for several weeks yet, once the summer holidays were finished. Right now he was wearing an old pair of jeans and t-shirt under the jumper, which itself had been hidden under his jacket, in case anyone he knew saw him in it. That wouldn’t be an issue at the retirement village, so he wasted no time in taking the jacket off once he was inside.

Welcome to Skyward Gardens, Mrs. Rossington, closed the front door behind him, snapping the double lock just as the security warden had advised.

Skyward! That’s subtle, ain’t it? the boy chucked looking up to the heavens in case the old lady didn’t get what he meant. Which she did.

Yes I know. Silly name, but it also the name of the man who owns it, so beggars cannot be choosers, as you will discover as you get older young Richard. Still I have done what I can with it.

Rick glanced around, noting the large sewing machine on the table, and the other tools of Mrs. Rossington’s dressmaking past, not to mention all the furniture that was familiar to him, Looks good.

It looks like an old lady’s house, is what it looks like but thank you all the same. You are a good boy. This time she didn’t resist ruffling his hair while he fought the impulse to pull away like a nearly teenage boy should.

It looks like your old house, when it was next to ours. he replied, smiling a little shyly now, comfortable with the women with whom he’d spent most of his after school life, while his mother worked hard at providing for them both.

She glanced around, It does, I suppose, but without the stairs. Thankfully.

Noting the sadness in his former babysitter’s voice, Rick decided to change the subject. Speaking of the stairs, where’s the toilet I need a pis... he blushed at what he was going to say, I mean a wee.

Through there. she pointed to the door at the back of the corridor, I’ve only the one now so we will have to share it, and no shower so baths only I’m afraid.

That’s okay. he shrugged, peering down the corridor, Where’s my room?

Next to the bathroom. Come, I’ll show you.

A few minutes later and Rick’s bladder was as empty as his rucksack, but his stomach was starting to fill up with the sandwiches and milk Mrs. Rossington had prepared for him.

These are great. he spoke with a bit of a mouthful or red bits and a white line along his upper lip highlighting the tiny hairs that were just starting to grow there.

Just my homemade jam is all it is. The way you used to like it. she smiled watching him eat, but not eating herself waiting until he’d finished before asking him what he wanted to do next, fully expecting him to suggest watching the television. Only Rick had something else to do. Something that involved what he had in his jacket pocket.

Mind if I go out for a bit. he suggested, wriggling himself out of the v-neck jumper and pulling on his jacket. There’s something I need to do.

No, of course not dear. She got up to open the front door, You are a big boy now. You do not need my permission to go out but I am not sure there is going to be anything for a boy of your age to do around Skyward Gardens.

Oh there is. mumbled Rick eager to get started on something that Mrs. Rossington wasn’t going to be finding out about until the following morning.

In the meantime she stood at the door, Watching him walk with a put on swagger down the path until he turned the corner and was gone wondering about the changes that had come over the nice young boy she’d known.

He wasn’t gone for long, but seemed a little flushed when he returned as if he’d been running, but could have just been down to how hot he must have been in the heavy jacket and jeans. Either way Mrs. Rossington didn’t push the matter, not that she got much of a chance as Rick slipped passed her at the door heading almost directly to bed even though it wasn’t actually that late.

Odd! she thought but there would be time to sort things out in the morning. Or so she thought anyway.

 

 

Mrs. Rossington woke earlier but remained in bed for a further hour or so working on some needlework, before getting up to make the pot of tea she liked to start the day with. It was just as she was about to sit down when there was a knock at the door.

A peek through the peephole showed the familiar sight of the warden standing on the other side.

Good morning Larry, she opened the door, How can I help you?

Morning Bernice, he smiled, Official business I’m afraid. Can I come in?

Of course. Would you like some tea?

He did. Waiting while she fetched a second cup and saucer, which he then held as he gave the reason for his visit.

Sorry to disturb you so early, but I’m sad to say there was some vandalism last night here at Skyward Garden.

Really! she was surprised. Nothing normally happed in the sheltered accommodation. That was, after all the point of it. Nothing serious I hope?

Not really. At least that’s what the Police would say. Just some trampled flower beds, that sort of thing. Plus the graffitti, of course.

Graffitti, you say. Bernice put down her tea, What did it say?

Ah yes. You see. That’s the rub. It’s why I’m here Bernice. Because of what it said, because Leonard thinks it may have something to do with your visitor.

Mrs. Rossington, gave him a surprisingly hard look, Oh I don’t think that can be right, Larry.

He sighed. That’s what I said to him but you know what Mr. Skyward can be like once he’s got an idea in his head?

I do indeed. she nodded having had several run-ins with owner herself since she’d moved in.

Still, I said I would check it out and now I have. he paused spotting something on the back of the chair he was standing beside, I guess this belongs to your little visitor, doesn’t it? Did you make it Bernice?

I did indeed. It’s his favourite pullover.

I can see why. He must be a good little boy to go to the sort of school that would have such a smart uniform.

Indeed!

Well, anyway, Larry put the jumper down, I should probably meet the little fellow just to keep Leonard happy, but clearly no little boy would have done such things. Probably why Leonard decided to ban kids over the age of ten from staying with the residents.

Indeed. repeated Mrs. Rossington, her mind processing the rule she hadn’t paid any attention to before, and the situation that put her in.

Unfortunately, little Rich... Rickey is sleeping at the moment as he’s missing his Mum... mummy, but how about I give you a call when he’s up and about, Larry.

The warden was satisfied with that especially as it meant he would be able to have another cup of tea, and perhaps some cake if he was lucky, so he left to continue his rounds.

 

 

Mrs. Rossington, didn’t waste any time. No sooner was Larry Gaines gone from her doorstep then she went into action. Hurrying over to her sewing table where she set up some grey cotton in the bobbin before snatching up her large scissors which would lead the changes she needed to do in order to pull this off.

It didn’t take long. The job wasn’t complicated after all and Mrs. Rossington was more than qualified to perform it, to a point where no one would be able to notice the difference. Certainly not a couple of men.

Then once everything was as it should be, she went straight into the guest bedroom and woke Rick via a rapid shaking of his shoulder.

What is it? he mumbled turning over, rubbing his eyes in a pretence of innocence that was easily undermine by the state of his head.

Get up and get in the bathroom, I’ve just had the warden here telling me about some louts spray painting and trampling gardens.

What? his eyes snapped open, What’s that got to do with me?

Hopefully nothing, but first you’d best get into the bath and wash that spray paint from your hands and out of your hair before anyone sees it.

Holding his hands out in front of his face, Rick could see that would be a good idea so he tossed back the covers and slipped his legs out onto the floor.

No pyjamas! Mrs. Rossington tutted to herself as the boy stood up wearing just a pair of boxer shorts that were clearly a touch too small for him.

I like wearing shorts. He mumbled as he went passed.

Well let’s hope so dear. Now hurry up and make sure you get it all off. she urge him on his way the only way she knew how, by giving him a pat to the buttocks just like she had when he’d been smaller.

Hey! he protested, but it worked. The boy pretty much skipping to the bathroom where from the sounds of it, he was soon busy setting to work with hot water and a bar of soap on his discoloured fingers.

It didn’t take that long as it was a water passed paint, but he took his time pretending that he was doing as he was asked, when in fact he was doing something else entirely. SOmething he always did when he thought about living with Mrs. Rossington again, and being told what to do, rather than doing whatever he wanted which he got to do when his he was home alone, or even when his mother was there.

However, he made no effort whatsoever to wash the paint out of his hair, as that hadn’t ended up there by accident. It had, in fact, been remarkable difficult to just get the paint just on the longer parts of his hair, and not the rest. After all he wanted something to be left once Mrs. Rossington had come up with the same plan she had when he’d done the same thing as an eight year old.

Finished, Rick left his boxer shorts in the bathroom, wrapping himself in one of the towels instead, and returned to his bedroom where, he wasn’t the least bit surprised to find Mrs. Rossington waiting for him.

Oh that’s better dear. All nice and squeaky clean now.

Yes, but I couldn’t get all the paint out of my hair. he showed her what he meant, ducking down.

Oh dear, that’s not good. What are we going to do about that? She had an idea, but never thought Rick would go for it. Not until he suggested it himself. If somewhat hesitantly.

Well. You could. Maybe. I guess. Cut it out. Couldn’t you?

Mrs. Rossington’s eye’s showed her surprise but her voice didn’t. That was all business. Maybe. Let me have a look.

For several minutes the boy stood still, clutching the towel to his waist, as slender but wrinkled fingers picked at his head until the verdict was ready.

It might be possible Richard. But I’m afraid I will have to cut quite a bit of our hair out to do anything with it.

He shrugged, as if this didn’t matter although his apparent nerves did slip through when she told her to do whatever she had to.

A few moments later Rick was sitting in a kitchen chair, still clutching his towel, listening to the snip-snip of Mrs. Rossington’s scissors, and trying not to be too alarmed at the amount of hair that were falling to the floor around him.

Mrs. Rossington said nothing. She needed to concentrate. It had been some time since she’d cut a boy’s hair, and her hands weren’t as agile as they had once been. Thankfully Rick’s hair was every bit as fine as she remembered it being, and clearly he’d used shampoo and conditioner on it previously to getting the paint mixed in, as it was easy enough to comb making the removal of the clumped parts rather easy. Once that was done it was just a matter of evening things up, and making sure it was all straight.

Finished. she said, brushing the remaining loose hairs away from his neck and shoulders. Pleased with what she had been able to achieve without doing anything too drastic. Rickey though had a different opinion.

It’s still long. he gasped, before realising what he was saying wasn’t what a boy in his situation should be saying, I mean, you can still see the paint. Maybe you should cut it shorter.

Shorter! Really? Are you sure dear?

Yes, maybe if you do it like you did when you were looking after me. What did you call it?

A short back and sides? she asked.

Yes. One of those.

But that’s a little boy hair cut.

I know. he nodded. But that’s what I need if I’m going to look like a little boy for your warden guy, isn’t it?

Yes, indeed so. agreed Mrs. Rossington, once more picking up the scissors and slowly putting two and two together.

It took another half an hour before Rick picked up the little hand mirror he’d been given for the second time and took a look at what had been done to him.

Wow! he gasped, turning his head from side to side, to see the areas around his ears that he hadn’t seen for some years. I really look like a little kid.

Indeed, leaning over his shoulder, Mrs. Rossington took the mirror from him, That’s what you wanted isn’t it, dear?

Yes. I mean No. he floundered, It’s just to fool the warden guy that I’m a little kid so I don’t get into trouble, right?

That was my plan. she confirmed. And, it would seem, your plan too. Seeing as I have yet to tell you what my plan was going to be.

Instantly Rick realised his mistake, You didn’t. Are you sure?

Quite sure. with her hands on his back, she eased him out of the chair, Shall we carry on?

It was the perfect chance for Rick to own up to everything he’d done and planned. But he didn’t take it. Instead he remained quiet, just nodding the once, before allowing himself to be taken back into his temporary bedroom.

Now, let’s get you into something smart, shall we. It is a good job you bought your school uniform with you, isn’t it?

Again Rick nodded, holding his hand out to take the white shirt Mrs. Rossington was holding, only for the old lady to pull the sleeve up over his arm and then turn him around so he could put his other arm into the other sleeve.

I gave it a it of an iron so it might be a bit stiffer than you are used to. she explained as she turned him back to face her, and started to do up the small ivory buttons that ran up the front of the shirt instructing him to lift his head so she could raise the collar to get the tie in place.

Now, your pullover I think.

It was sitting on the bed, all neatly folded so it didn’t take long for Mrs. Rossington to slide it over the boy’s head and then let him struggle to get his arms into the sleeves.

Very smart. she stepped back to look at him, But I think you are going to need some trousers before you get to meet Mr Gaines, don’t you Rickey?

He nodded adding that he could also do with some underwear.

Well, I’m a little out of boy’s underpants at the moment, so we will just have to make do with what we have dear.

Rick was about to ask what she meant by that when the towel that had been around his waist was suddenly whisked away leaving him half naked.

Mrs. R! he shrieked, his hands going into cover mode.

It’s nothing I have not seen before although there was less of it back them, she laughed as his blush got deeper, Now lift your leg so I can put your trousers on.

He did so looking everywhere but down and keeping his hands right where they were until he was sure they were beneath the familiar material of his school trousers. Only his trousers weren’t quite as familiar as he was expecting. When he did eventually look down he could still see his legs.

You made them into shorts.

Yes dear. It’s what little boys wear. Now move your hands so I can do them up.

I can do... he offered only for Mrs. Rossington to stop him in a very direct fashion.

SLAP!

Ouch! he gasped, but it worked. His hands were out of his shorts and down to the new red part of his thighs. Not that his legs were the only red part of his body. His blush that took over his face as his former babysitter tucked his shirt into his shorts and then fastened them, was a much deeper shade.

Stand up straight. Let’s have a look at you. Oh yes. They really suit you. What do you think?

With no mirror in the guest bedroom, Rick had little choice but to run his fingers down the sides of his body, where he found the material of his trousers soon giving way to bare flesh.

Short! he mumbled in real surprise. He’d expected them at best to finish just above his knees. But these were rather shorter than that. Several inches shorter. In fact there can’t have been more than three or perhaps four inches of leg remaining of his original trousers. Really short.

Ah yes you will be needing some socks and shoes.

The socks were grey, long and Rick’s favourites. They also went perfectly with his new school uniform even though they didn’t have any school colours around the top as they really should have done. The shoes brown lace ups. Not quite fitting but the only decent pair of shoes Rickey owned so they would have to do.

Yes. I think that will do. Mrs. Rossington took a step back. Now remember you are a good little boy not a teenager and we should be fine. Come on.

She took his hand, leading him out into the hallway where a mirror gave Rick his first look at himself.

Gone was the standard young teenager he’d been when he’d arrived, in his usual grungy clothes replaced with the smart and neat appearance of a young short trousered schoolboy. He barely even recognised his own faced used as he was to seeing it surrounded in hair, only there was none of that now. What remained didn’t even move as he waggled his head from side to side. It was just too short for that, making him look several years younger.

True the upped part of his body, from the neck down to top of his legs didn’t look that much different to how he did at home. The shirt and tie were after all his own, as was the v-neck jumper. Those three things Rickey often wore at home once he came back from school along with the same sort of long grey trousers that all the boys wore. Only his weren’t long any more. They were short. Very short. Short enough to show off not just his socks but pretty much all his legs as well. His long, bare and fairly hairless legs. All of which added to the image of the little boy he was now staring at and who would soon be introduced to the warden of Skyward Gardens.

 

 

Please come in Larry, and meet little Rickey! Mrs. Rossington held the door open wide enough so there was no where for Rick to hide as the warden came into the house.

Say Hello to the nice man, Rickey!

He did, using the smallest voice he could, which just made him sound shy as the man looked him up and down.

Don’t you look smart in your little uniform? Looks like you are all ready to return to school. Are you?

Not wanting to risk talking unless he had to Rick nodded.

And shy too. he turned away, Well, Bernice clearly this little lad isn’t the cause of any sort of trouble.

Mrs. Rossington gave a laugh, Well, Rickey can be naughty at times.

I’m sure that is the nature of little boys after all, but I can see you know how to keep him in line.

At first Rick didn’t understand what the man was referring to until he nodded towards the faint red mark on his leg.

Oh yes. Indeed, Larry. Sometimes all a little lad understands is a slap, do you not agree?

Of course. It is the way I bought up my own boys back in the day, but I guess I should be getting back to the office and tell Leonard that we need to keep looking for the vandals.

There followed a pause when things could have gone any number of ways but which Mrs. Rossington decided to use to her advantage.

Before you go Larry, could you do me a favour?

Of course Bernice. What is it? Has the boiler being playing up again?

No nothing like that. It’s something you could help me and Rickey with.

Rick’s head shot up, Me? he asked.

Yes dear. she patted him on the top of his head, You see Larry little Rickey here can be quite a handful at times so I was wondering if you could help me out by showing him what could happen if he continues to be naughty, like those yobs who have been vandalising Skyward Gardens.

Mr. Gaines frowned, I could Bernice but I don’t suppose the police could do much about a little lad like your Rickey.

Police? gasped the boy, the squeezing of his head preventing him from saying anything else as his former babysitter continued.

True. True. But if that were the case, then what would happen? Would you be able to punish the vandals yourself, assuming their guardians agreed of course?

The man thought for a bit, I guess I could do that. But the boy’s guardians would have to agree.

Well, I am young Rickey’s guardian for the weekend, and I agree.

The boy caught on to what was being proposed before the man did. Mrs. B, you can’t mean you’re going to ask him to spank me?

No of course not, Rickey. she paused, YOU are going to ask Mr. Gaines to spank you?

Me?

Yes, you have been a naughty little boy and you deserve to be spanked and what is more you know that you do. So go on. Ask Mr. Gaines to spank you.

The hand that had been on his newly shorn head, now gave him a push forward until he was standing directly in front of the man who seemed to tower over him.

Go on. Rickey. Ask him.

Please, he started, Please can you give me a spanking?

Mr. Gaines looked over to Mrs. Rossington who nodded, and then back down at the short trousered boy in front of him. Well, seeing as you asked so nicely. Then I do not see why not.

Will this chair do for you, Larry? offered the old lady, indicating the kitchen chair where Rick had lost his hair.

Yes, I think that will do perfectly, Bernice. Come along lad.

Rick followed a little in a daze at what was happening. He watched as the man made himself comfortable on the chair and then found himself flying through the air as he was picked up and laid across Mr. Gaines’s lap. The man’s arm going across the middle of his back to hold him down as his head, arms and legs all dangled in the air.

Try not to wriggle about too much, Rickey! It will only make it last longer, isn’t that right Larry?

Indeed it is, Bernice. Now shall we get started?

The question turned out to be rhetorical as no sooner had the man asked it than his hand came to rest on the now curved seat of Rick’s shorts, was removed and then returned somewhat more shapely.

SMACK!

The surprise of the blow to the centre of his bottom was as sudden as the sting that followed and it wasn’t about to stop any time soon.

SMACK! SMACK!

The blows doubled up.

SMACK! SMACK!

One landing, full and hard on each of the twin mounds that were clearly visible beneath the shorts.

SMACK! SMACK!

The warden’s hand more than large enough to cover each of them completely, each and every time.

SMACK! SMACK!

For five minutes continued before Mr. Gaines even paused, but which time Rick already had tears not just in the corners of his eyes but running down his face. Yet even that wasn’t the end of it.

SMACK! SMACK!

Ow! Ouch! complained Rickey, yet not once did he actually ask for the spanking to stop, something which wasn’t lost on either the man spanking him or the women watching him being spanked.

SMACK! SMACK!

DOn’t forget his little legs Larry. suggested Mrs. Rossington, and the man soon complied adding to the redness that she had herself started on the otherwise white thighs.

SMACK! SMACK!

Mr. Gaines free hand gripped the waistband of Rick’s shorts in the middle of his back, pulling them up until all of the boy’s legs were available for punishment, as well as the start of his buttocks. The fact he wasn’t wearing any underwear noted but not commented upon as the spanking continued.

SMACK! SMACK!

Another five minutes passed during which blows continued to rain down on Rick’s short clad bottom and bare legs. He still didn’t complain even as his cries of pain turned into him actually crying as what he was feeling changed from stinging to being sore.

SMACK! SMACK!

Finally it was over. Mrs. Rossington helping the boy up from the man’s lap, wiping his tears on her hankie before escorting him over to the corner of the room where he was told to stand with his hands on his head, which she made the man who’s just spanked him a cup of tea.

The adults sat at the kitchen table, talking about things that didn’t interest the boy, until when the tea had been drunk, and Mr. Gaines was getting ready to leave.

Remember Bernice, he said as he stood by the front door, Any time you need a hand with little Rickey, you just let me know.

I certainly will, she replied, Little Rickey is bound to be naughty again before he goes home. Aren’t you Rickey?

Rick didn’t answer. His bottom was stinging inside his shorts, as were his bare legs, but he had a feeling Mrs. Rossington could well be correct.


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