Busy as I was, I still found time to review the video I’d shot of Basil’s bathtime, to download it from my phone and tidy it up with my editing software suite. I’d added some lighthearted titles that I felt enhanced the playful mood of a boy’s bathtime and sent a copy of the result to Mrs Ward who was thrilled with the result.
“I’ve got all the equipment to hand,” I explained when I spoke to Mrs Ward on the phone, “...and there’s plenty of memory, just in case things take longer than we expect…”
“You couldn’t have called at a better time… I’ve just got to pop out with Basil to get him a couple of things from the boys’ outfitter, but we’ll be back by three at the latest. If you can come round just after three, that will give you plenty of time to arrange your things before we get Basil ready for his bathtime…” Mrs Ward paused before adding, “I just wanted to say how grateful I am that you’re taking such an interest in Basil and how much I’m looking forward to helping you make a lovely record of his teen years that I’ll always treasure.”
I packed my kit and arrived at Mrs Ward’s shortly after she’d returned with Basil from the boys’ outfitter. Naturally I was curious to know what had been purchased for Basil, but there was a lot to get on with, so I said nothing about their shopping expedition. Basil, unsurprisingly, was wearing his full school uniform in spite of it being a Saturday and again I wondered if he had any boy’s casual clothes, although of course I rather hoped not as he looked so cute wearing his super-short school shorts and the rest of his smart school uniform. Once more Basil was relegated to sit on the floor while mummy and I discussed how I was to video Basil’s bathtime.
“I thought we might start videoing down here in the family room,” I suggested, “before Basil is undressed… How does that sound? You see I want to make this really special, so you can look back and see Basil wearing his lovely, smart school uniform…” Mrs Ward thought this was a great idea, so I continued, “I’ve been watching the video I took on my phone and it struck me how you enhanced and made it special by your running commentary… telling me what you were doing at each stage of Basil’s bathtime, so I thought you might like to do something similar when we begin videoing here in the family room… we might also add in some extra dialogue later if there’s anything you think needs to be highlighted, say.”
“Oh, I see… you mean I could explain a bit more about Basil… how I caught him doing something very naughty, or how he sulks when mummy tells him to eat up his greens… that sort of thing?”
“Yes, it’ll add so much more depth… you’ll really appreciate having recorded these things when you play the video in years to come… and if I know boys, Basil will want to sit down with you and see for himself how he looked and behaved when he was a young teen…”
Mrs Ward had no difficulty in imagining a future day when she might be sat watching the video of her son at bathtime aged fourteen with Basil sat beside her: “... and when Basil is old enough to have a girlfriend, she can join us and sit with us while we all watch the video together…”
Basil, on the other hand, was having great difficulty concentrating on his comic as he listened to the two of us talking. He was no doubt worried that he might be in for an even more intensely humiliating experience. Frankly I was surprised he kept quiet… perhaps mummy had a word while they were out shopping.
I noticed that Basil’s hair was even shorter than when I’d seen him a few days ago and asked Mrs Ward whether he’d had it cut since.
“Yes, we popped into Mr Fenner’s this afternoon after you called. You were so complimentary about Basil’s haircut the other day, that I thought it would be nice for him to have an extra special trim in your honour, just for the occasion…”
“I am indeed honoured… there’s nothing smarter than a boy with a proper short schoolboy haircut.”
“... Oh, I agree… so many boys look so scruffy with their long hair… it’s so untidy and boys who are still at school should be encouraged to take pride in their school uniforms and you can’t expect boys to do that if their hair is a mess…” Mrs Ward had very traditional views about the upbringing of boys of which Basil was positive proof of the rewards gained by her care, love and attention.
As we talked Mrs Ward made it perfectly clear how I was to have a free hand and not to be afraid of taking the initiative if I thought anything needed to be done differently: “I think it’s a lovely idea to start filming here in the family room…”
“It will certainly help to set the scene… perhaps you could introduce yourself and Basil can face the camera and tell us a bit about himself,” I suggested.
“That’s just the sort of thing I meant when I said you should take the initiative,” Mrs Ward looked down at her son, “and Basil, when you are asked to introduce yourself, you will answer truthfully and politely, understood?”
“Yes, mummy…” Basil replied.
“Good… I don’t want you to go into one of your sulky moods and spoil the video.”
“No, mummy…”
“Promise?”
“Yes, mummy… I promise…”
I set up one of the cameras on a tripod and chose a lens that gave me a wide field of view that took in most of the room. I proposed to use a second camera, with its zoom lens, for hand-held shots. This second camera had an image stabilising function that produced pin-sharp video. It was about four o’clock and was testing both cameras to make sure everything was working correctly, when I heard the doorbell.
Basil looked up at his mother.
“Go and see who that is, darling,” she told him.
Basil got up from the floor and disappeared through the doorway into the hall. The doorbell was rung a second time.
“Must be urgent…” I said.
“Or impatient,” Mrs Ward replied.
We heard Basil call from the hall: “It’s Mrs Docherty… and er, Declan…”
“Well bring them though, Basil…” Mrs Ward rolled her eyes up towards the ceiling, “Boys…” she sighed, “you have to tell them to do every little thing…”
We could hear movement in the hall and then Mrs Docherty appeared. She stood in the doorway looking flustered. Declan stood at her side holding his mother’s hand. In her other hand Mrs Docherty held a large bag. Basil stood behind them.
“Whatever is it, Joyce?” Mrs Ward asked.
“It’s the boiler, Claire… the blasted boiler packed up just as I was about to give Declan his bath and we’ve no hot water…”
We all now looked at Declan. He was wearing what appeared to be an old and favourite T-shirt that hardly fitted him. The faded cartoon character emblazoned across Declan’s skinny chest was not one I recognised. The tight T-shirt didn’t quite reach his cute little innie belly-button. On his feet he wore a pair of bright yellow sneakers, but no socks. What did surprise me… and I noticed the envious look on Basil’s face, was that Declan was wearing a pair of boxer shorts. I hadn’t realised boxers were available to fit little boys like Declan and of course I knew the reason for the expression on Basil’s face… Basil was still dressed in regulation junior schoolboy underpants! The fact that Basil was wearing a pair at that very moment must have made him think it very unfair that an obviously much younger boy was wearing proper boxer shorts. I wonder whether Basil had figured out what else this meant… that Declan must also have long trousers to wear, since boxers could never be considered appropriate for a boy like Basil who was kept permanently dressed in extremely brief short trousers.
Mrs Docherty continued: “I’ve told Roger to get the boiler serviced I don’t know how many times… and now it’s packed up completely… husbands,” she said as she finished letting off steam. It was then that she saw the camera on its tripod. “Oh, I’m not interrupting something am I? It’s just… it’s just that I was hoping… wondering… praying… would it be too much to ask if I could give Declan his bath here… we’d be no trouble, Claire… I’ve brought towels and all Declan’s things…”
Mrs Ward couldn’t have been more welcoming: “Of course you can, Joyce… in fact, you couldn’t have timed it better,” she told her neighbour. She paused and then realised an explanation was in order, “We were about to make a video of Basil… a keepsake, something for me to watch when Basil is all grown up… and we were about to get Basil ready for his bath… so you see you came at just the right time and if you like we can bath both boys together…”
“Do you mean you’re going to video Basil’s bathtime? Oh, that’s smashing… what a lovely idea! How sweet!” Joyce gushed and turned to me, “Can you video Declan for me as well?”
“Of course I can,” I replied, “but it would be up to Clare… I mean whether she wants Basil to be videoed with Declan,” I answered diplomatically, then added, “But then, if you’re going to bath the boys together, it will be difficult not to video them both!”
Mrs Ward clapped her hands together: “Well that’s that settled, of course we’ll video Declan and Basil together… and I’ve just thought of the perfect title for the video ‘Rub-a-dub-dub, two boys in a tub’! It’ll be great fun for them both…”
We three grown-ups laughed as we agreed it would be a great title, but I could see Basil casting furtive glances in Declan’s direction… and I could see what he was thinking. Declan was obviously a lot younger than fourteen year old Basil… why should he have to share his bath with him? That and the fact that Declan had been bought boxers shorts must have really upset Basil, because he looked in danger of having one of his sulks that he’d promised mummy faithfully he wouldn’t have.
“How old is Declan, by the way?” I asked purely to make conversation, since Mrs Ward had mentioned Declan’s age the other day.
“Decan’s nine, aren’t you darling?” Mrs Docherty replied.
“I’ll be ten next birthday,” Declan piped up, speaking for the first time and then asked, “Can I have a look at the camera?”
Unlike Basil, Declan was keen to know more about my video cameras and so I showed him some of the features.
“Would you like me to take some test video of you Declan?” I asked and Declan’s face lit up. He was keen as mustard.
“Cool!!”
Like a lot of boys his age Declan was totally uninhibited and struck a number of poses as I videoed him pretending to be his favourite superheroes. I looked round to see Basil was mightily embarrassed watching Declan’s display. Maybe because Basil hadn’t quite grown out of wanting to play pretend himself, but thinking he was too old for that sort of thing. For the mothers though, it was quite another matter. They both beamed their approval of Declan’s innocent behaviour.
“You’ve got a real gift,” Joyce said to me, “Declan’s really taken to you… you wouldn’t believe how shy he is normally.” and she laughed as her son acted up for the camera once more, “I couldn’t get him to do that no matter how many times I asked him…”.
I chuckled: “Boys can be very fickle, but I’ll make sure to include some of Declan’s clowning about when I edit the video, so you’ll always have it to look at if he’s too shy to show off again.
Mrs Ward was the next to speak: “I think it’s about time we got these boys undressed and ready for their bath, don’t you think?” She turned to Mrs Docherty and explained, “ I normally get Basil undressed for bathtime down here… it saves me at bit of time when there’s clothes to wash…”
Mrs Docherty was happy with this arrangement and told us how she had already got Declan undressed and ready for his bath, when she discovered there was no hot water: “I think Declan would have been more than happy to come round just as he was without any clothes on… in spite of his shyness!” she smiled at Declan who managed to look a little sheepish, “... but I insisted he at least put on his boxer shorts. Where he found that old T-shirt I’ve no idea… but it’s one of his favourites and even though he can hardly get into it, he won’t let me get rid of it…”
To everyone’s surprise Basil suddenly blurted out: “MUMMY!! I’M OLDER THAN DECLAN!! I CAN’T BATH WITH HIM!! IT’S NOT FAIR!! I WON’T MUMMY!!!”
It was quite an outburst and luckily I still had my cameras running to capture Basil’s tantrum as a clearly embarrassed Mrs Ward, shown up by her son in front of her friend, snapped: “That’s enough, Basil!” It was a warning shot and from the look on his face, one that made Basil realise he’d gone too far.
Basil hesitated for a second, the time it took for mummy to give him two resounding smacks! on the back of his upper right thigh just below the hem of Basil’s very short grey school trousers.
Basil registered his shock at receiving such a childish punishment in front of everyone, “OUCH!!!”
“Can you give me one good reason why I shouldn’t take your trousers down right this minute and smack your naughty bare bottom for being so rude?”
“NO, MUMMY! PLEASE, MUMMY… I’M SORRY, MUMMY… PLEASE DON’T SMACK ME, MUMMY… I WON’T DO IT AGAIN, I PROMISE…”
“Alright, Basil, I accept your apology… but if there are anymore outbursts like that you’ll find yourself over my knee and you know what that means for your bottom… your bare bottom… do you understand?”
A very contrite Basil lowered his head until his chin was almost touching his chest: “Yes, mummy…” I noticed that Basil’s hands had moved and he was rubbing the seat of his short trousers. No, he most definitely did not want to be taken over mummy’s knee.
“Now, Basil, you are to apologise to Mrs Docherty and Declan and then ask Declan if he would like to share your bath…”
Basil was red-faced with shame. He sucked in his lips and taking a deep breath turned to face Declan and Mrs Docherty: “I’m sorry for being rude, Mrs Docherty… I-I didn’t mean it… and… and… I’m sorry,” he repeated. Then Basil lowered his head to speak to Declan. He glanced sideways in the direction of his mother who, with pursed lips, nodded for him to continue, “Sorry, Declan..” Basil paused for a second. It was clearly a huge effort for him to say the next few words, but he managed to ask the little boy, “Please… er, please will you share my bath, Declan?”
Declan must have realised… and relished seeing Basil, an older boy, taken down a peg or two, because his reply caused Basil’s face to lose its colour. He suddenly turned white as a sheet when Declan simply said: “I dunno… why should I?”
This response caused Basil to positively beg Declan to share his bath. Declan thought this a big joke and carried on teasing Basil, much to everyone’s amusement until finally Mrs Docherty told her son that enough was enough and that he would join Basil for his bathtime whether he liked it or not.
I was pleased to capture this all this on video. It would make a delightful intro to explain why two boys of such differing ages were seen together being undressed and made ready for bathtime.
Declan looked up with a big grin on his face having had his fun at Basil’s expense. Joyce Docherty smiled: “Yes, Basil, I think Declan would love to share your bath with you… I’ve brought some of his toys and I’m sure Declan will let you play with them too…”
Basil wisely thanked Mrs Docherty and I looked forward to shooting a scene in the video that featured the two adorable young boys playing together with their toys in the bath, watched over by their doting mothers.
“Now it’s high time we got these boys ready,” Claire Ward announced as she faced the video camera and said, “Basil’s got a friend with him today…” she held out her arm and waved Declan to come to her side, “This is Declan… his mummy’s brought him over and he’s going to have a bath with Basil today… aren’t you darling?”
Declan beamed proudly as he stood in front of the camera wearing nothing more than his tight little T-shirt, his boxer shorts and a pair of sneakers. He looked up at Mrs Ward: “You bet!”
“My son Basil is nearly fifteen… how old are you Declan?”
“I’m nine…” Declan announced proudly.
“Would you like to help me get Basil undressed and ready for his bathtime with you, Declan?”
Declan’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as breathlessly he gasped: “Can I? Can I really, Mrs Ward?”
This was a totally unexpected turn of events and of course Basil was none too happy, but already with two red smack-marks on his legs, he wasn’t in a position to complain… unless he wanted to feel the heat of more spanks on other sensitive smack-spots.
Mrs Ward looked over in my direction and then signalled to Basil to come and join her in front of the camera with Declan. Basil did as he was told, but without any noticeable enthusiasm. As his mother looked straight at the camera she placed her hand on her son’s shoulder and spoke:
“This boy, wearing his smart school uniform, is my son Basil. He’s fourteen years old and it’s his bathtime. The boy on my right,” she placed her other hand on Declan’s head as if the emphasise the different size of the boys, “... is Declan and, as he’s already told us, he’s nine years old. His mummy was about to give Declan a bath, but their boiler has broken down, so there’s no hot water at their house. Declan’s mummy had already undressed him ready for his bath, but before they came here she made Declan put on some boxer shorts and a favourite old T-shirt to wear while they walked over here…”
“... and now, in a moment Declan is going to help me get Basil ready for his bath, because I know these boys are looking forward to sharing a bath… aren’t you boys?”
Basil’s face was a picture. He’d already had his legs slapped when he made a fuss about bathing with Declan, so he said what he knew his mummy wanted to hear: “Yes… yes, mummy…”
I was not sure Basil’s response conveyed the right sense of eagerness and mummy clearly agreed as she asked me if I would mind pausing a second while she had a word with her son. I told her to take as long as she needed and since there was plenty of memory, I carried on videoing.
Declan had already let us… and the whole street… know how keen he was to have a bath with Basil by yelling his positive response at the top of his voice. Perhaps Basil’s lack of enthusiasm had something to do with Declan’s obvious eagerness. Be that as it may, Basil’s mummy was not pleased with her son’s behaviour and a couple more well placed smacks to the back of Basil’s legs, real stingers, coupled with an admonition for him to ‘buck his ideas up’.
Mrs Docherty stepped forward at that point: “I think I’ll get Declan undressed, Clare… then he can help you with Basil…”
So while Mrs Ward continued to scold her son, telling him how I’d gone to a great deal of trouble to bring my cameras so that I could make a really nice video of his bathtime and added: “... and I won’t have you sulking and spoiling everything…” Mrs Docherty sat with Declan standing between her legs as she pulled off his T-shirt. Next off were Declan’s sneakers and finally she tugged down his boxers shorts to leave the nine year old boy naked and ready for his bath with Basil.
“No one can sulk like a teenage boy,” Mrs Docherty observed as we waited for Mrs Ward to finish telling Basil to stop behaving like a spoilt little boy.
When Basil saw what was on show between Declan’s legs his mouth fell open for a second until he snapped it shut again when he realised what he was doing. The look on his face was priceless… shock at first, then envy, since Declan’s thin, immature penis was noticeably longer than his own.
“Right, I think we’re now ready to resume… if Master Basil is happy for us to do so…” Mrs Ward announced, giving her son a stern look. I could tell this was going to be an interesting hour or two.
“I’ve an idea,” I said, “Why not have Basil stand on that footstool over there… it’ll will make it easier for you both and it will be easier for me to get some good shots of Declan helping you undress Basil.” I didn’t add that I would also make Basil feel even more exposed and vulnerable than ever.
“No sooner said than done… Basil!” Mrs Ward pointed to the foot-stool and Basil stepped onto it and meekly turned to face the room. “Come on, Declan… I’ll undo Basil’s school shorts while you take off Basil’s sandals… socks as well if you can manage it…”
Declan was thrilled to be given this to do: “You bet!” and set about his job with enthusiasm.
As I videoed Declan at work on Basil’s sandals I tried to imagine what he must feel like to be helping to undress a boy five years older than he was… no wonder he was thrilled! Delcan’s small, nimble fingers soon had the buckles of both of Basil’s T-bar school sandals undone. Basil knew what he was expected to do and helped Declan by lifting each foot in turn so the younger boy could remove the sandals.
Declan looked up: “Shall I take off Basil’s socks now, or wait for you to take down Basil’s shorts, Mrs Ward?” he asked with a giggle.
Mrs Ward smiled: “What a wonderful little helper you are, Declan… no I’ll wait while you take Basil’s socks off and then you can help me with Basil’s school shorts.”
Declan set to work and had Basil’s long school socks off in no time at all, no doubt eager to help with more of Basil’s undressing. All the while I continued to video proceedings getting some great close-ups of Basil’s face as he looked down anxiously at mummy and her little helper, Declan.
“Declan seems to be enjoying himself,” I remarked to Mrs Docherty, “Is he always this helpful at home?”
Mrs Docherty rolled her eyes upward: “If only… he can be a right little scamp if he wants…” she smiled, “but then I shouldn’t want him any other way.”
Socks now removed and handed to Mrs Docherty, who was clearly to be in charge of Basil’s school uniform, Declan stood up next to Mrs Ward to await instructions.
“Now Declan, I’ve left the zip for you to help me with… are you ready?”
Declan nodded eagerly and was so excited his penis was waggling from side to side. Mrs Ward took Declan’s thin wrists and held them while he took hold of the zip.
“That’s it Declan… my what a helpful boy you are… now pull the zip down… that’s it, all the way down… good boy! There we are, now all we’ve got to do is give Basil’s short trousers a little tug and they’ll fall down all by themselves… go on, that’s it, give them a little tug… oh, well done!”
Declan was delighted to see the school shorts fall down Basil’s smooth legs, all the way to his feet. On Mrs Ward’s instructions Declan quickly removed the short trousers and handed them to his mummy.
“I think we should unbutton some of Basil’s shirt buttons now, don’t you, Declan?” Mrs Ward suggested. I could tell that she was thoroughly enjoying having a little helper in Declan and she was determined to make sure I had lots to capture on video. She then told Basil to step down off the footstool so that Declan could help undo his shirt buttons.
Basil was clearly struggling to keep still as his mother showed Declan which of his shirt buttons to undo, but if Basil was struggling now, it was nothing compared with the look on his face as his mummy explained to Declan how they’d need the shirt out of the way, “so we can see Basil’s underpants properly… and then, if you want, you can help me take them off…”
“Right off!!” Declan exclaimed, clearly in seventh heaven.
“Of course right off, darling… boys have to be completely undressed for bathtime, don’t they?”
Declan beamed: “Yes, Mrs Ward!”
Basil’s crisp white junior schoolboy underpants were quite visible even before Declan unbuttoned Basil’s short-sleeved grey school shirt and I saw Mrs Docherty glance at the obvious lack of boy-bulge in the regulation Y-fronts that Basil wore.
Basil’s face was screwed up. His humiliation palpable to his audience… well, apart from Declan who was so thrilled to be helping undress an older boy. Added to Basil’s intense shame was the simple fact that everyone in the room could see he still wore little boy’s junior white cotton school regulation underpants, whereas Declan, not even ten years old yet, was already allowed to wear proper boy’s boxer shorts.
“Right then, Declan… let’s get Basil’s underpants off shall we?” Mrs Ward appeared quite oblivious to her son’s acute embarrassment. I’ve often noticed that mothers seem to have little regard for boys who become desperately shy as they enter their teens. I’ve known mums who think nothing of discussing, in their son’s presence, to a roomful of friends and relatives how they caught their boy masturbating; mothers who don’t hesitate to pull their son’s trousers and underpants, or their swimming trunks right down to show some small cut or bruise or sunburn on the boy’s neither regions. I’ve often wondered why these mums completely ignore the boy’s obvious embarrassment when discussing or exposing them in this way… something they would never countenance if it was a girl. But then they are only boys after all and nobody is in the least concerned about the boy’s feelings. After all, boys are supposed to be brave and unconcerned about finer feelings such as modesty… modesty is for girls!
Leaving the static camera to record the overall scene, I swiftly moved in closer to video the removal of Basil’s underpants. I particularly wanted to record the expression on Declan’s face when he saw Basil’s tiny tiddler. Of course I also needed to get close-ups of Basil’s face and, for good measure, that of Declan’s mummy, Mrs Docherty, who I felt sure would not be backwards in coming forwards when she saw Basil’s humiliating lack of pubertal development at the age of fourteen.
As it was Basil’s underpants were pulled down and pulled back up three times in order for me to reposition my camera. As I explained to Mrs Ward, it was important for me to get reaction shots, to which she wholeheartedly agreed when I told her how I intended the video to be edited.
The only one to remark upon the small size of Basil’s penis was Declan who immediately exclaimed: “Cor!! It ain’t arf small!” when he first saw the hairless tiddler revealed.
Declan was however taken to task by his mother: “There’s no need to shout, Declan… everyone can see how small Basil’s willy is…”
I looked to see how Mrs Ward reacted to her friend’s observation just as Declan was announcing that his willy was longer than Basil’s willy. Mrs Ward smiled and ruffled Declan hair and told the nine year old boy: “Everyone can see how much longer your willy is, Declan… and I’m sure Basil is perfectly well aware that his willy is smaller than yours…”
I repositioned my camera each time Declan helped Mrs Ward to pull down Basil’s underpants and each time he giggled and laughed at the way Basil’d tiny penis was caught on the elastic waistband only to flick out into view like a miniature jack-in-the-box. The third time this happened Declan actually clapped his hands together, delighted to see Basil’s little tiddler popping into view once more: “Can we do it again? Please… can we do it again?!” he said enthusiastically.
“No… that’s enough, Declan,” his mother said, “If we keep taking down Basil’s underpants we won’t have any time left to get you boys into the bath.”
Declan pushed out his lower lip and frowned until Mrs Ward reminded him she still needed Declan’s help to remove Basil’s grey school shirt and tie. Declan’s mood changed in an instant, but I noticed Basil wasn’t at all pleased as he stood bare from the waist down with his little tiddler on display. Indeed, there was a look on Basil’s face and by the way he was sucking in his lips that made it obvious he was struggling to keep himself under control. No doubt Basil didn’t want things to get any worse, but for all that, he was to be disappointed… as it turned out they soon would.
I decided a pre-bathtime group shot would be appropriate; Mrs Ward, Mrs Docherty and their two nude boys, Basil (14 nearly 15) and Declan (9 nearly 10). I told the boys to put one of their arms around each other’s waist whilst standing between their mothers. The boys’ other arms were held by their smiling mums standing at each side. It was a delightful family pose that highlighted the difference between the two boys; Declan, with his long thin penis dangling between his legs and Basil with his tiny willy sticking straight out towards my camera.
“Well… is anyone else ready for a cuppa before we take the boys upstairs?” Mrs Ward asked.
Both Mrs Docherty and I welcomed the idea.
“It’ll give the boys chance to get to know each other before bathtime,” Mrs Docherty said.
An idea occurred to me: “You said you brought some of Declan’s toys with you… I’m sure Basil would like to see them and if it’s ok with you he can play with Declan while we have a cuppa.”
Basil grimaced. Clearly the thought of playing with Declan didn’t appeal. What was worse, now that he was totally nude in company, I was pretty sure he just wanted to get his bath over and done with. Dragging out the proceedings by playing with Declan’s toys wasn’t at all want he wanted to do.
The two nude boys were told to sit on the carpet while Declan’s mummy sorted out some of her son’s toys. It wasn’t long before Basil made some disparaging remark about one of Declan’s Transformer toys that caused Declan to take offence. The younger boy launched himself onto Basil and soon all anyone could see of the bare boys were arms and legs whirling about. It wasn’t more than a few minutes before Declan had managed to pin down Basil by sitting across Basil’s chest. Declan was facing Basil’s head which meant long, slim penis was waggling right in Basil’s face and then, when Declan leant forward, his penis actually brushed Basil’s chin! It was hilarious watching the boys fighting. Basil tried to unseat Declan by jerking his hips up and down. Basil had spread his thighs to give himself extra thrust, but it meant that we could all see his little tiddler as it flicked up and down and from side to side. It was priceless and with my camera positioned between Basil’s legs, I made sure I recorded all the action for prosperity.
“Get him off me!” Basil screamed, “Get him off me!”
But Declan was having a great time. He even managed to pin Basil’s arms to the floor with his knees. In doing this Declan slid forward until his was seating astride Basil’s neck. Declan reached forwards to grab hold of Basil’s wrists, holding them above Basil’s head. Declan’s penis was now waggling right in front of Basil’s face and we watched as as struggled to keep Declan’s long thin penis from touching his face by twisting his head from side to side. But Declan stretched his arms right out as he gripped Basil’s wrists until he was almost lying on top of Basil’s head. In this position Declan’s penis slid across Basil’s face, brushing his nose and sliding over both cheeks and at one point it even slipped between Basil’s open lips as Basil took a deep breath during one of his attempts to unseat the younger boy.
Basil spluttered as he felt the bald willy in his mouth: “Argghh!!” All he could do was to dislodge the penis by blowing and hoping that would get it out of his mouth. Declan was thrilled with this new game and he decided to see how much more of his willy he could get into Basil’s mouth. Declan pushed forward, flattening himself over Basil’s face and pushing his willy all the way in.
Needless to say Basil got the blame.
“What on earth do you think you are doing, Basil?” Mrs Ward admonished her son, “Take Declan’s penis out of your mouth at once!”
Declan was laughing fit to burst. Mrs Docherty was about to tick her son off, but found it difficult not to giggle at Declan’s behaviour.
Mrs Ward turned to her friend: “It’s not Declan’s fault… Basil’s older than Declan and should know better than to encourage him…”
As Basil struggled underneath the wriggling nine year old he finally managed to dislodge Declan’s penis from his mouth. He turned his head sideways: “It wasn’t…” but that was all he managed to say before Declan shifted himself forwards and silenced Basil by sitting, thighs spread wide either side of Basil’s ears, right on top of the fourteen year old’s face!
Basil’s whole body twisted as he flailed his legs about helplessly, unable to breath properly with Decaln’s bottom pressed firmly over his nose and mouth. Light as he was Declan managed to ride Basil’s bucking bronco until Mrs Docherty finally stepped forwards and grabbed her son’s arms to lift him off. Basil lay on the floor panting, gasping for breath after being squashed.
Mrs Ward reprimanded her son: “Basil! How could you? That was very naughty of you…”
“IT WASN’T MY FAULT!” Basil argued raising his voice rather unwisely, I thought, “IT WAS DECLAN… HE DID IT ON PURPOSE!”
“Get up!! Get up… now!” Mummy was in no mood to put up with that sort of behaviour. “I don’t know what’s got into you, Basil… we’ll see if a smacked bottom will help you to buck your ideas up…” and with these words Mrs Ward took hold of Basil’s arm and pulled him towards a straight-backed chair. I’d noticed how the chair seemed curiously out of place when compared with other furnishings in the room, but thought no more about it. Basil knew the significance of this particular item of furniture though.
“Please, mummy… no… not the spanking chair… please… I’m sorry, mummy… ever so sorry… please… I won’t do it again… I promise…”
But Basil’s pleading fell on deaf ears as Mrs Ward sat down and stood her naked son to one side. There followed a scolding which left Basil’s ears burning. It was bad enough to be told off at any time, but to be told off in front of Mrs Docherty and her son, Declan… never mind that I was busy videoing the proceedings as well! Poor Basil was made to stand by mummy’s side while she continued:
“I just don’t know what’s got into you today, Basil,” she said again, “You’ve been behaving very oddly all day… and now, instead of playing nicely with Declan, you show up mummy in front of everyone… really, Basil I don’t think you realise how naughty you’ve been… mummy’s very upset with you… you know I dislike having to smack your naughty bottom, but you give me no choice…”
As she said these words, Mrs Ward eased Basil forwards and bent him over her knees, pulling him right over until she was satisfied Basil was in the correct position for a smacked bottom. Basil reached one hand out as he faced the carpeted floor, while Mrs Ward held his other hand and pressed it against the middle of Basil’s back to ensure he couldn’t interfere with his spanking. In this position Basil’s feet were barely touching the carpet as mummy started to stroke the smooth, rounded curves of his naughty bottom.
“I want you to understand why I’m going to smack your bottom, Basil…”
Basil knew what his response should be and dutifully replied: “Because I was naughty, mummy…”
Even Declan was quiet while we all watched and listened as Basil’s humiliating punishment unfolded before us.
“That’s right, Basil… and because it’s for your own good that mummy has to take you over her knee for a smacked bottom… It was very naughty of you to put Declan’s penis in your mouth and I don’t ever want to hear of you doing that again…”
The sense of injustice that Basil felt must have been intense. He was sure it wasn’t his fault. It was so unfair to be smacked on his bottom in front of everyone, but these thoughts were driven from his mind as mummy raised her hand to starts smacking Basil’s bottom.
Within seconds Basil’s legs were scissoring as mummy’s hand smacked all over his bottom. She spanked all over each cheeks and when they were a nice shade of red, mummy landed some smacks on the back of Basil’s thighs. These smacks had Basil yelling his head off, presumably quite unconcerned that his punishment was being watched and videoed now that his bottom was on fire. Basil’s pleading soon became incoherent as the tears flowed and splashed onto the carpet. Only when mummy was completely satisfied was Basil allowed to get up again.
What happened next was priceless as Basil instantly commenced to jump about, hopping from one foot to the other as his hands rubbed his very sore bottom. Like all boys who have just had their bare bottoms warmed up, Basil was so totally unaware of the spectacle he was making of himself and so focused on trying to relieve the stinging that I doubt that he was even aware how his little willy was bouncing about and jiggling from side to side.
Of course Basil’s spanking dance was captured in all its detail on video and was sure to be yet another highlight of the finished film.
