Lucas On His First Date - Part 2

 

If truth be told Ashley had been yearning to find an excuse to satisfy her ‘spanking itch’ which had become ever more urgent since the events that occurred in the boys’ outfitters when she took Lucas over her knees to smack his bare bottom. So far she had managed to control herself in spite of the tempting target that Lucas’s bare bottom had presented as he helped Ashley’s mother with the making of costumes for a local pageant. But when Ashley heard her mother suggest she smacked Lucas’s bottom for the rather trivial offence of putting on an apron in a somewhat pointless attempt to preserve his modesty, which it singly failed to do, Ashley couldn’t help but wonder if her mother hadn’t guessed all along about her wanting to find a reason to scratch that itch.

Ashley’s heart had skipped a beat, but she also felt that to display too much enthusiasm for smacking a naughty bottom would be a mistake. Since she had agreed to be Lucas’s girlfriend Ashley knew she would be expected to show at least some sympathy for Lucas, recognising his need to be allowed a little dignity in front of two ladies and a girl, although Ashley thought that Lucas must have realised the little apron hardly covered anything, indeed his boy’s bottom was left quite bare.

“Oh, mummy I can’t smack Lucas’s bottom just because he borrowed that apron without asking…” Ashley said with a perfectly straight face.

Lucas was so thrilled to hear his girlfriend speak in his defence that he failed to notice Ashley direct a sly wink towards her mother. Mrs Muir smiled very briefly. She got the message; she knew her daughter and the sort of tricks she like to play.

“I’m sorry, Ashley, but boys have to learn that they can’t just do as they please. Lucas should have asked to borrow that apron… besides, I can’t for the life of me understand why he wanted to put it on in the first place…”

“But, mummy, Lucas hasn’t got any clothes on… he’s completely bare, or at least he was until he borrowed that apron…”

“... without asking,” Mrs Muir added. “And that’s my point. I don’t think anyone’s at all bothered that Lucas wasn’t wearing any clothes,” she turned to her friend, Mrs Kite, “Does it bother you that Lucas happens to be naked?”

“Not in the least… and anyway boys these days are encouraged to be far too modest in my opinion… quite frankly I find this modesty nonsense all rather silly… there’s really no need for boys to be bothered about modesty…”

Mrs Kite clearly had strong views on the subject not unrelated to her experiences with her sister’s boys. She was amazed to be told the boys had been bought swim-suits to wear on the beach during a family holiday. Mrs Kite couldn’t understand why the boys needed to wear anything at all, never mind trunks of all things… heavens, the oldest boy was only thirteen, still far too young and shouldn’t be at all bothered about running around without any clothes on in her view. Mrs Kite was of the opinion the bodies of growing boys needed lots of sun and healthy fresh air.

Lucas listened somewhat nervously to what Mrs Muir and Mrs Kite had to say, although naturally he hoped Ashley’s view would prevail.

Mrs Kite added that she thought Lucas deserved a jolly good smacked bottom for his impertinence.

“I couldn’t agree with you more, Emilia,” Mrs Muir replied, “But Lucas should at the very least apologise to Ashley for his naughtiness. He has behaved rather foolishly and has embarrassed his girlfriend in front of us both.”

Ashley spoke up. She was enjoying this interlude: “Lucas is very shy, mummy. You remember all the fuss he made in the shop about those nice new swim-trunks his mummy bought him…”

“... but Lucas wasn’t so very shy after you finished spanking him…” her mother observed, “He was jumping about all over the place rubbing his bottom.”

Much as Lucas appreciated Ashley defending him, he hardly wanted to be reminded of what had happened in the boys’ outfitters. His face grew a little redder.

Mrs Kite interjected: “You spanked Lucas…?”

“Yes… in the shop…” Ashley informed her.

“On his bare bottom,” Mrs Muir added.

“Spanked in the shop? On his bare bottom?” This was news to Mrs Kite and for a moment she was taken aback.

Ashley explained: “Lucas had been trying on a pair of swim-trunks to take on holiday and Mrs Rudge, his mummy, had just decided to buy them for him. I saw her pull them down to Lucas’s ankles and take them right off. Lucas had left all his clothes with the shopkeeper and she had put them somewhere for safekeeping, so he was left standing there in the middle of the shop in the nude. You should have seen how red his face was when mummy and I walked into the shop… you were completely bare, weren’t you?” she said as she turned to Lucas who stood with his head hanging in shame at the memory.

Lucas nodded and managed to mumble a word that sounded like “Yes”.

“Oh, don’t be upset,” Ashley said when she saw that Lucas was becoming increasingly embarrassed.

Mrs Kite was clearly a bit puzzled by what she was being told: “Let me get this straight… Lucas here was standing in the middle of the shop without any clothes on… as naked as a new-born baby in other words,” she paused as if collecting her thoughts, then continued, “I can understand that he had been trying on some new swim-trunks, but why did you spank him, Ashley? There must have been a reason.”

Ashley reached out and took Lucas by the hand: “Tell Mrs Kite why I had to spank you, Lucas.”

Lucas could feel his face positively glowing with shame as he blurted out the words: “I told mummy that Ashley was my girlfriend… b-but I hadn’t asked her…”

“... so she spanked your naughty bottom for being presumptuous… ah, I see it now,” Mrs Kite said.

Lucas looked up. This was yet another toe-curlingly embarrassing moment for him: “I said I was sorry… and… but that’s why Ashley spanked me.”

“You appear to make a habit of doing just what you like without bothering to ask anyone’s permission,” Mrs Kite observed. “Perhaps you need another lesson from Ashley on how boys should behave…”

“But like I said, Lucas is ever so shy, Mrs Kite,” Ashley interjected, “Couldn’t we let him off just this once? He’s been really helpful so far and when mummy said we would have to take off his underpants because they spoilt the look of the costumes, he didn’t make a fuss… he even said he wanted to help, didn’t he, mummy? He wanted me to take his underpants off, didn’t he?”

“I think you’re missing the point, darling,” Ashley’s mother said, “I think Emilia is right. You never know with boys… if you let them get away with something like this once, who knows where it will end and I stand by what I said earlier… a smacked bottom is what Lucas needs. I know you’ve agreed to be his girlfriend, Ashley and that means you now have certain responsibilities.”

“Yes, mummy… I only want what’s best for Lucas and if a smacked bottom will help him to be a good boy… and if you’re sure it’s the right thing to do…”

Anyone who saw Ashley at that precise moment would have had little doubt of her sincerity. Who could possibly suspect her of having secret motives? Lucas was convinced it was with only the greatest reluctance that Ashley, now holding both his hands in hers and looking him in the eye, explained what she had to do.

“I’m sorry, Lucas, but what mummy says is right… I have to spank your naughty bottom… it’s for your own sake… do you see?”

Lucas looked into Ashley’s eyes and saw a mixture of sympathy and sadness. His heart skipped a beat. He gulped and nodded.

As if to reward Lucas for his compliance Ashley told him that he could keep the apron on “for the time being… until mummy needs you to help her again.”

In actual fact it made very little difference whether Lucas would be allowed to continue wearing the apron or not as Ashley had decided to try out a new spanking position that she’d heard about at one of her sitters’ meetings. These get-togethers were held so that girls like Ashley would have the opportunity to swap stories and discuss their experiences as sitters for local families. Inevitably they also swapped tips and ideas on the best way to deal with boys who needed their bottoms warmed up with a spanking. It was accepted that families expected their sitters to use the spanking rights they’d been assigned when they needed to teach badly behaved boys a lesson.

“Are you going to be a good boy, Lucas and not make a fuss in front of mummy and Mrs Kite?” Ashley asked and was pleased to hear Lucas promise that he would behave himself.

Ashley spoke kindly: “I don’t want to have to give you another spanking, Lucas, particularly as it’s so soon after I had to smack your bottom in front of everyone in Mrs Steel’s shop. I know how shy boys can be when they get to your age and that’s why you took that apron, but mummy and I and now Mrs Kite have all seen you without any clothes on, so there’s no need to feel embarrassed about being naked in front of us. It’s not your fault and if it was up to me…” Ashley left the words hanging in the air raising Lucas’s hopes that he might have a last minute reprieve, “... but mummy and Mrs Kite say that you must be taught a lesson.”

Lucas’s heart sank once more. Ashley had already earmarked a high-back chair which would be ideal for what she had in mind. She led Lucas into the middle of the room watched by her mother and Mrs Kite. She let go of Lucas’s hands, pointed to the chair and told him to bring it over to where she was standing. Lucas did as he was told, resigned to being quite literally on the receiving end of another over the knee smacked bottom. However, he was a bit confused when after Ashley had sat down on the chair she told him to stand in front, facing away from her, since as any boy knows, he would normally be told to stand to one side ready to be hauled over the waiting lap. Mrs Muir and Mrs Kite, if not surprised, were certainly intrigued to know what Ashley had in mind as they watched the preparations for Lucas’s spanking.

“Now, Lucas I want you to get down on your hands and knees,” Ashley told Lucas, who was now even more confused. Nevertheless, and clearly not wishing to give cause for his spanking to be any worse than it would undoubtedly be, got down on all fours.

Ashley bent down, took hold of both Lucas’s ankles and raised each leg in turn, pulling them either side of her waist. Lucas was forced to manoeuvre himself backwards with his hands flat on the carpet supporting the weight of his upper body. “This,” Ashley proudly explained to her mother and Mrs Kite, “is the wheelbarrow position.”

Mrs Kite chuckled: “Oh, I’m well aware of that… and very effective too!”

Lucas kept himself in position, but of course the apron he was wearing had flopped down completely exposing his dangling boy-bits as Ashley proceeded to spread his thighs wide, thus giving herself the enticing target of a boy’s well positioned bare bottom.

“Might I make a suggestion?” Mrs Kite asked when she saw how admirably presented Lucas’s bottom-cheeks were.

This intrigued Ashley’s mother: “What had you in mind, Emilia?”

“I simply thought that as Ashley has recently had to give Lucas a hand-spanking, which, if you’ll pardon me for saying so, hasn’t appeared to have cured Lucas of his naughtiness, she might want to make use of that clothes brush,” she said, pointing towards a varnished wooden brush that lay among Mrs Muir’s sewing things, “… that is if you don’t mind it being used to spank a naughty boy’s bottom… all in a good cause though,” she added with a smile. A smile that, it has to be said, was not reciprocated by Lucas, who had only recently heard reports from other boys about the unique sting of a brush such as the one Mrs Kite had drawn to everyone’s attention. The boys’ descriptions had been so graphic that no sensible boy would ever wish to find himself in a position to confirm the veracity of the stories. And now Mrs Kite was suggesting Ashley spank his bottom with one!

Mrs Muir was in no doubt that Lucas would benefit from a dose of the clothes brush and gave her permission for its use.

Ashley’s heart skipped a beat and it took great deal of effort on her part not to sound as excited as she felt. The prospect of using a clothes brush for the first time to spank any boy’s bottom was thrilling, but for that boy to be Lucas was very special to her. She knew instinctively how this would affect her relationship as the girlfriend of Lucas and how very careful she would have to be not to get carried away in her enthusiasm to see the effect the clothes brush had on a bare bottom.

Hardly able to believe what she was saying, Ashley kept up the pretence of reluctance: “... but, mummy, Lucas’s bottom will be ever so sore if I spank his bottom with the clothes brush. You saw the spanking dance Lucas did when I smacked his bottom with just my hand in the shop…”

Mrs Muir played her part: “But, darling, can’t you see… it would be no kindness to Lucas just to give him a few hand-smacks when he needs to be taught a proper lesson. I’m sure he wouldn’t forgive you if you let him off so lightly,” she looked down at Lucas, “Isn’t that so, Lucas?”

Lucas, whose arms were already beginning to ache at having to support himself in the wheelbarrow position, was completely at a loss as to how to respond. Was Mrs Muir seriously intending him to ask to be spanked with a clothes brush? “I, um, don’t know, Mrs Muir…” was the best he could come up with before he mumbled something about it being up to Ashley.

Mrs Muir looked back to her daughter: “You see, Lucas admits he needs to have his bottom spanked and I’m sure he hopes you’ll let him off with just a hand spanking… but you know if that’s all he receives, Ashley, you’ll lose his respect and then where will you be? I know you don’t want to, but you are going to have to be firm with Lucas. Mrs Kite is correct… it’s time to teach Lucas a proper lesson, a lesson with the clothes brush.”

Ashley thought for a moment as she caressed Lucas’s smooth bottom cheeks. She loved the feel of the firm flesh as the muscles tensed in anticipation of her decision.

“I see, mummy… I see what you mean and I know it won’t do Lucas any good if I’m not strict enough with him, but… but the clothes brush… are you sure, mummy?”

Mrs Muir nodded: “It’s for Lucas’s own good… and he’ll understand and respect you for it all the more.”

By now Lucas’s arms were aching so much that quite frankly he simply wished Ashley would just get on with whatever it was she had decided to do.

In anticipation of Ashley’s decision Mrs Kite had already picked up the clothes brush from where it lay. She weighed it in her hand and stroked the varnished wood. She personally had a preference for the longer handle of the wooden spoon, but she also appreciated how effective the back of a hair brush, or indeed the clothes brush that she held, could be… a fact to which her nephews could attest. She walked over to where Ashley sat and glanced down at the well presented bottom: “Here you are, Ashley…”

Ashley took the proffered clothes brush and stared at it mesmerised. The brush felt heavy in her hand. She had never been fortunate enough to use any sort of brush before on a boy’s bottom and her eyes sparkled in anticipation.

“Take your time, Ashley,” Mrs Kite advised, “There’s no rush.”

Ashley, the glint in her eyes even more pronounced, looked up at Mrs Kite: “Are you sure?”

Mrs Kite nodded and smiled: “Try a few taps at first, then when you’re ready gradually make them harder… you’ll soon get the hang of it, but be careful, Lucas will start to wriggle about, so you’ll have to hold on to him tightly…”

Ashley did as Mrs Kite suggested and at first Lucas remained in position, but as the tapping of the brush continued it became increasingly uncomfortable and harder for him to keep still, particularly as Ashley concentrated the taps on the same spot on his bottom. It was almost a relief therefore when Ashley suddenly stopped. Although it gave Lucas a few seconds respite, it also meant he was more than ever aware of the stinging sensation that had built up in his right bottom cheek, the site that had received the attention of Ashley’s brush.

“Oh, I see what you mean,” Ashley remarked as if she had never experienced a boy wriggling over her lap before.

“Now, dear, use your wrist… that’s it! Don’t be afraid… oh, that’s very good… see, you’ve got his attention now, Ashley… keep up the good work and you’ll soon get the hang of it.”

Ashley brought the brush down sharply on the exact same spot she had been tapping. The resultant reaction from Lucas was such that she immediately started lightly tapping another spot on the left buttock of Lucas’s bottom. Just as before Ashley paused before flicking her wrist to bring the brush down with a loud snap. The effect the brush was having on Lucas was quite remarkable, Ashley thought so she followed through with two more hard smacks, one to the crown of each buttock in quick succession.

If he’d been capable of rational thought, it would probably have been at this point Lucas realised this was to be a spanking like no other he had ever experienced. Never mind the awful, humiliating wheelbarrow position Ashley had decided on; never mind the apron that was flapping uselessly from his waist covering absolutely nothing and never mind that his spanking was happening in full view of the bay window overlooking the road outside. These he could just about cope with… but the sting of the clothes brush was beyond, way beyond Lucas’s ability to control himself. He bucked; he squealed; he pleaded, telling Ashley that he would never, ever do anything without asking her permission first.

Lucas’s entreats fell on deaf ears as Ashley brought the brush down on the bouncing bottom cheeks turning them a deeper shade of red with each contact made. 

Mrs Kite had another helpful suggestion to make. Using her extended index finger she carefully pointed to the lower curves of Lucas’s bottom.

“Try aiming the brush here, Ashley… on the sit-spots,” she advised.

Ashley didn’t need to be told twice. She knew just how sensitive a boy’s sit-spots were and brought the brush down with a series of sharp snaps precisely on the point at which the back of the upper thigh starts to fill out into the lower bottom curve. The effect was extraordinary and it was only with great difficulty that Lucas managed to keep supporting himself on his hands. As it was his head jerked upwards as he let out an anguished wail as tears began to roll down his face. Lucas had tried ever so hard not to cry, not wanting to let let himself down by embarrassing his girlfriend who he knew didn’t want to spank him and was only doing it so as not to upset her mother.

Whatever it was that Lucas believed, Ashley was having the time of her life as she tormented him by smacking the brush down on his defenceless bottom. Lucas continued to jerk and wriggle wildly as Ashley changed her strategy, randomly swotting different spots on his bottom so that Lucas never knew where to expect the next painful smack.

Ashley’s mother and Mrs Kite looked at each other. It was clear from their expressions they were both very impressed at how quickly Ashley had mastered the effective use of the clothes brush, to say nothing of how easily she controlled Lucas as he bucked and jerked his bottom about on her lap.  The results of Ashley’s efforts were plain to see as Lucas gasped before a look of panic spread across his face, as if it had suddenly occurred to him to wonder if his spanking was ever going to end.

The knot which held up the apron had come undone as Lucas frantically twisted and wriggled about. But, as can be imagined, the loss of the little garment was the last thing on his mind and the apron slipped off and lay on the floor at which point Ashley paused and looked up at her mother.

“Do you think that’s enough, mummy?” she asked, “Only I want to make sure Lucas knows how naughty he’s been, but I don’t want him to think I’m being unkind.”

“Oh, I think you can be sure Lucas has learnt his lesson, darling…”

Lucas, his bottom feeling as if was on fire, was absolutely sure he had learnt his lesson. He felt Ashley’s soothing hand stroking his red-hot cheeks as if she was appraising her work before lightly smacking the untouched side of one of Lucas’s buttocks. He flinched, but Ashley merely told him to stand up as she moved his legs from her lap. Lucas struggled to his feet and with the apron discarded he was now once again totally naked. All modesty disappeared as Lucas’s hands flew to his rear and he began the most extraordinary jig ever witnessed by Ashley and the two ladies.

It was almost five minutes before Lucas had calmed down enough to apologise to Ashley.

“I’m sorry you had to spank me, Ashley… I won’t do it ever again, I promise…”

Magnanimous as ever, Ashley forgave her boyfriend his failing, before adding that she really had no choice but to smack his naughty bottom: “If mummy hadn’t insisted, I wouldn’t have minded… really I wouldn’t. I know how shy you are, Lucas and that’s what got you into trouble before, wasn’t it… all that silliness about telling your mummy about me being your girlfriend before you’d even asked me…”

Lucas stood, head bowed and shame-faced in front of Ashley. He was still rubbing his sore bottom as Ashley stood up. She held her arms open: “Come here…” Lucas stepped forward as Ashley enveloped him in her arms and gave him a big hug.

Releasing herself from the hug, Ashley held Lucas’s arms for a moment before letting them go and announcing: “You may kiss me.”

She turned her head to one side allowing Lucas to lean forward and place a chaste kiss on the side of her right cheek.

Mrs Muir and Mrs Kite thought the scene before them so sweet they both sighed and together emitted a heartfelt ‘ahhh…’

As Lucas resumed rubbing his sore bottom, he slowly became aware of a tingling developing in another part of his anatomy…

Lucas Goes On His First Date

 

Lucas Rudge was feeling a little nervous. Today he would be calling on Ashley Muir for his first date, his first ever date with a girl. Although Ashley had agreed that she would be his girlfriend when they met at the boys’ outfitters, it had nevertheless been one of the most embarrassing encounters of Lucas’s young life.  On the day in question Lucas had been taken to the shop by his mother to be fitted with a new pair of boy’s swim-trunks. How Lucas ended up naked for a smacked bottom over Ashley’s lap in full view of everyone in the shop was something he would be unlikely to ever forget. [see 'Lucas and the Holiday Swim Trunks']

It was a warm summer’s day and Lucas’s mother had chosen the clothes he was to wear, as she always did, and had laid them out on his bed ready for when Lucas was sent to get dressed. For his visit to meet Ashley, Mrs Rudge had selected a pair of very brief, bright blue casual play-shorts and a white sleeveless T-shirt for Lucas to wear, along with a pair of gaudily-coloured Spidey briefs that Lucas had persuaded his mother to buy about eighteen months ago… a decision Lucas had come to regret as he now considered the briefs to be rather childish, but as they had been his choice he was hardly in any position to argue when he saw them laid out next to his play-shorts. As it was warm enough for Lucas not to have to wear any ankle socks, mummy had laid out a pair of his clear plastic sandals, sometimes known as jelly shoes, and this completed his outfit for the day. 

Lucas got dressed and peered at himself in his bedroom mirror before putting on his black-rimmed glasses so that he could see himself properly. He brushed a hand over his smooth chin and the side of his roseate face that gave him the appearance of a boy permanently blushing, a situation, it has to be said, that is all too familiar to fourteen year old boys like Lucas. Needless to say his mother’s friends all thought this was so cute and whenever Lucas heard them talking about his apple-cheeked appearance the colour of his rosy cheeks would deepen.

Lucas sighed and wondered how long it would be before the effects of puberty would announce themselves to the world that he was growing up. He prayed for a visible sign; for the day some whispy bum-fluff would appear on his upper lip. This external badge of incipient maturity was already faintly visible on the faces of a few of his fellow classmates. He sighed to himself once more. Crumbs, he hadn’t even got any nob-hairs yet! Not that he was the only ‘baldy’ at school, but there were already more boys with hairs ‘down there’ than without in his class, even if you had to look really carefully with a magnifying glass to see them on a couple of the boys. Lucas knew this for a fact as he surveyed the ‘opposition’ and compared notes with his fellow baldies after each PE lesson. 

These baldy boys would swap ideas on how to encourage the growth of pubic hair around their smooth genitals. This month’s favourite idea was to rub spunk around your nob after wanking… assuming you could spunk up of course. Lucas shrugged his shoulders. Each night he would undo his pyjamas and diligently masturbate to ejaculation. He would then carefully rub the resultant emission around the base of his hairless penis, but so far there had been nothing to show for all the effort. The emission, such as it was, was still a rather thin, clear, watery affair and he couldn’t help wondering if this was the reason he wasn’t getting the promised results. There had been talk about asking one of the more ‘hirsute’ boys if he could spare some some of his thicker spunk to see if that would have any effect when rubbed around a bald penis, but none of Lucas’s friends were quite prepared to explore this avenue of research just yet.

As he gazed at himself in the mirror, Lucas wasn’t best impressed by mummy’s choice of clothes for his first date with Ashley. However much some of mum’s friends said how cute he looked, Lucas thought he looked far too nerdy, but then, on the plus side, who in his class at school could boast about having a girlfriend like Ashley? With these thoughts, Lucas brushed his hair and on a whim pouted at his reflection in the mirror and wondered what it would feel like if he got to kiss Ashley. Lucas brought the back of his hand up to his pouting lips and practised a kiss… just in case.

Lucas went downstairs to the hallway as his mother came out of the kitchen to see him off. As mothers do, she started to fuss over his clothes, smoothing her hand over his T-shirt and bending forwards to straighten the hem of Lucas’s play-shorts.

“Now don’t be late back, Lucas. I know what you boys are like and I don’t want you getting yourself over excited, so I’ve asked Mrs Muir to keep a special eye on you… you just see that you behave yourself…”

“Yes, mummy…” he replied, his face turning a deeper red with embarrassment on hearing his mother’s words.

She patted Lucas’s head, ruffling his hair.

“Oh, mum… I’ve just brushed my hair!” Lucas turned to face himself in the hall mirror and did his best to straighten his hair again. He moved towards the front door.

“Aren’t you going to give mummy a kiss? I suppose now you’ve got a girlfriend…” she teased playfully, leaving the rest of her words unspoken, but Lucas knew what was meant. Dutifully he leant forward as mummy offered him her cheek and gave her a kiss.

Out on the street and as he walked along, Lucas began to get a little nervous. Would he really get to kiss Ashley? How would he know if she wanted him to kiss her? He began to feel anxious and out of his depth. Wouldn’t it have been better to stay at home? What was he letting himself in for? What if his friends found out that he’d messed things up? What would his mum say?

By the time he turned the corner into Acacia Avenue Lucas was a bundle of nerves. His destination, number 21,was, like all the houses in the street, built in the mock-Tudor style sometimes called Tudorbethan which was so favoured by developers in the 1930s. Lucas looked up at the steep gable roof and below it the large bay-window in which he saw Mrs Muir, a tape measure around her neck, and who appeared to be struggling with a long length of fabric. Also in the window was a tailor’s dummy. Lucas wondered what all this was about as he walked up the driveway towards the front door and pressed the bell. Nothing happened. There was a door knocker, so Lucas tried that instead and a few moments later heard a movement on the other side of the door.

Ashley pulled the door open: “Visitors normally ring the bell,” she said by way of introduction.

“I tried, but it didn’t work… is it broken?”

Ashley leant round the door-frame, took hold of the knob and pulled. The bell in the hall rang out.

“Oh, I didn’t… sorry,” Lucas apologised for this early mistake.

Ashley smiled: “You pushed when you should have pulled… I thought you boys were used to pulling things…”

Lucas wasn’t quite sure if Ashley meant what he thought she meant… she couldn’t of meant that, surely not? It really didn’t matter as Lucas’s cheeks had already turned crimson at the very thought that he might be correct.

“Well don’t just stand there… are you coming in or what?” Ashley urged, seemingly ignoring the guilty look on Lucas’s face.

Lucas pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose with a forefinger, a habit of his when he was nervous and followed Ashley into the hallway. He tried to think of something to say in an attempt to take his mind off intrusive naughty thoughts: “Er, Ashley… er, what’s your mum doing? I saw her from the road… I could see her in the window… is she making something?”

“You mean mummy?” Ashley corrected him.

“Er, yes… sorry, I meant your mummy,” Lucas apologised.

“She’s making some costumes for a pageant,” Ashley explained. They walked a few paces into the hall when Ashley turned to face Lucas. “I like your outfit, Lucas… it suits you. I wish more boys would wear shorts like the ones you’re wearing… nice and short.” She added playfully, “I think it’s very brave of you…”

Lucas, already a little flustered, began to wonder if his visit had been such a good idea. “Er, what do you mean, Ashley?” he asked, somewhat naively giving Ashley the opportunity to tease him further.

“Well, you’re the only boy I know who still wears short trousers to school…”

“The first formers do…” Lucas interrupted indignantly.

“Yes, but they have to… all first form boys have to wear short trousers, you know that… it’s a school rule,” Ashley pointed out and just for good measure added, “All the second year boys can’t wait too get into longs… haven’t you noticed? None of them wear short trousers to school.”

Lucas didn’t need reminding that he and Ashley were in the fourth form.

“That’s why I think it’s very brave of you to want to wear short trousers to school,” Ashley continued… as if Lucas had any say in the matter of his school uniform, “But I think you look very smart with your bare legs on show for everyone to see…”

Lucas hung his head in shame. This wasn’t supposed to be the way his first date was to go. But when Ashley saw how she had upset Lucas she leant over: “Cheer up… I think your short trousers look great and you shouldn’t feel bad… I bet even some of the boys are jealous…”

Lucas looked up. There was a look of hope in his eyes: “You think so…?”

“I’m sure they are,” Ashley replied as she moved her head closer. Then, taking him by complete surprise, she kissed Lucas warmly on the side of his neck. It was the first time anyone had ever kissed Lucas like that and he felt a familiar, alarming tightness in his Spidey underpants.

“Take off those sandals… house rules” Ashley ordered as she pointed at the jelly shoes Lucas was wearing. Although the rule didn’t appear to apply to Ashley, Lucas did as he was told and slipped off his clear plastic sandals to leave him bare-footed on the parquet-floored hallway.

Ashley was pleased to see Lucas’s obedience. “Come on through and we’ll see what mummy’s up to…” Ashley said as she took hold of Lucas’s hand and guided him into the front room where Mrs Muir was working on the costumes for a local pageant.

“Ah… the very thing,” Mrs Muir said when she saw Lucas and quickly explained how the tailor’s dummy was no substitute for the real thing. “How’d you like to help?”

Ashley’s eyes lit up: “Oh can he, mummy?!” She turned to Lucas, “You’d like to help mummy wouldn’t you?”

Lucas was a bit dumbfounded by Ashley’s obvious enthusiasm. He didn’t really understand what he was letting himself in for, but of course if there was anything he could do to impress Ashley, he would agree to help in any way he could.

“That would save me so much time and effort,” Mrs Muir said when Lucas agreed to help, “You know I sometimes wonder why I volunteer to take these things on… but then I tell myself it’s all for a good cause… Still, now I’ve got my little helper, I’m sure I’ll be able to get a lot more done today than I would otherwise…”

Lucas looked at the pile of white linen piled up on one of the chairs and at the cloth draped over the tailor’s dummy. He was puzzled. Even to his untutored eye, he could see there was little shape or form to whatever it was that Ashley’s mother was making. “Er, what sort of costume is it going to be, Mrs Muir?”

“Mummy’s making some Roman tunics and togas for boys to wear at the pageant,” Ashley explained.

“I got the idea from a visit last summer to Caesarodunum… they have this marvellous three day festival when lots of people dress up in Roman costumes,” Mrs Muir said with obvious enthusiasm. “Some of the boys wore these delightful little tunics… you’d think they’d be simple enough to make, but I just can’t seem to get them to hang right on this mannequin.”

“Shouldn’t Lucas get undressed so he can help you mummy?” Ashley asked as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Lucas wasn’t so sure about that and mumbled something about how he’d rather keep his clothes on if it was all the same to them.

“Nonsense,” Ashley replied, “How can mummy make the costume properly with you wearing all those clothes. The boys who wear the costumes won’t be wearing clothes underneath their tunics will they mummy?”

Lucas wondered what Ashley meant by ‘all those clothes’. After all, he thought, all had on was a pair of play shorts and a top. It was a comfort to know his mummy had at least laid out a pair of underpants for Lucas to wear with his play-clothes, but even so he was embarrassed and wondered what Ashley and her mother would think when they saw his infantile Spidey undies.

Mrs Muir smiled: “Of course they won’t, darling…” She said in reply to her daughter before she looked at Lucas, “You’re not going to go all shy on us are you?” she teased and reminded him how he’d been seen completely naked in front of everyone in the boys’ outfitters.

Lucas blushed some more at the reminder: “Please, Mrs Muir… do I have to?”

“Oh don’t be silly, Lucas… Ashley will help you if you like.”

Mrs Muir was definitely one of those women who thought the very idea of boys needing, or being allowed any privacy was absurd. She had heard to words, “He’s only a boy after all,” uttered on any number of occasions when visiting friends whose young sons would be undressed in front of her prior to their pyjama-time or bathtime. It therefore simply did not occur to her why Lucas should not be undressed so that he could help her make the costumes.

Perhaps the memory of his smacked bottom in the boys’s outfitters was a little too fresh in Lucas’s mind as he raised his arms above his head and made no protest when Ashley lifted up his T-shirt and pulled it over his head and right off. Ashley put the T-shirt to one side before turning back and, half kneeling half bending, she gripped the legs of Lucas’s little play shorts. It was at that point Lucas rebelled. He grabbed hold of the waistband at the front of his shorts. A struggle ensued as Ashley tugged at the shorts trying to pull them in a downwards direction, while Lucas fought to keep them up.

Ashley, shocked at the protest, looked up sternly. She was more than a match for Lucas and simply moved her hands further round to the back of the shorts. With one determined yank she had the seat of the play shorts pulled down over Lucas’s bottom and in the process revealed the humiliating little Spidey underpants he was wearing.

Lucas held on for a few more seconds before letting go, now more than ever conscious he was standing in the bay window, the very window he himself had looked through a few moments ago from the footpath outside to see Mrs Muir at work. Lucas was shamefully aware how any passerby would see him in the window wearing nothing more than a pair of infantile Spidey underpants.

As Ashley slipped the play-shorts off from over Lucas’s feet she remarked at the sight in front of her: “Look, mummy, Lucas is a fan of Spidey!” She looked up at Lucas, “Is he your favourite superhero?” she asked in a playful voice tinged with a patronising lilt such as grown-ups adopt when talking down to young children.

“Don’t tease poor Lucas, darling… you know how protective boys are about their superheroes. I’m sure Lucas would love to have lots of adventures like Spidey, wouldn’t you, dear?” she asked Lucas, the colour of whose face now resembled that of an over ripe tomato.

Poor Lucas had the distinct feeling that his ‘date’ with Ashley was rapidly turning from something exciting he’d been looking forward to into yet another visit to Embarrassment Central. How could he even begin to explain the exquisite humiliation he felt in having to wear a pair of little boy undies his mother had that morning put out for him to wear; underpants that he himself had begged his mother to buy, never mind that it was ages ago. How could he possibly tell them that, if given the choice, he would have gone commando rather than let his ‘girlfriend’ and her mother see the image of Spidey that embellished the front of his cartoon underpants covering his modest boy-bulge. But on second thoughts, given his position in the bay window, Lucas conceded that perhaps even Spidey undies were better than nothing at all.

Mrs Muir soon had Lucas draped in linen and with Ashley’s help, pinned, tucked and folded the material into shape. Lucas had his arms and legs moved around just as if he too was no more than a tailor’s dummy while Mrs Muir got on with the job of creating the costumes. Lucas found the tunics to be very comfortable, but then his heart skipped a beat when Ashley pointed out that his Spidey underpants could been seen and that they were very definitely an anachronistic garment.

“Don’t you think they look a bit silly, mummy?” she asked, drawing attention to Lucas’ little boy undies.

“Yes, I see what you mean, darling,” her mother replied, “I admit Spidey underpants do rather spoil the look… perhaps it would be better without them.” She took hold of Lucas’ arm. “Come over here… nearer the window where I can see what the costume will look like in daylight.”

Mr Muir led Lucas further towards the large bay window. The windows were almost full length with just a small ledge about a foot up from the floor. Lucas looked nervously out through the window, aware that he could see Acacia Avenue quite clearly… and that if he had such a good view of Acacia Avenue, then anyone who happened to be walking past would have an even better view of him now that he was standing so close to the window.

Mrs Muir frowned and cupped her hand under her chin while she gazed at Lucas. She turned to face her daughter: “Hmm… yes, I agree with you, those underpants just don’t look right at all. Do you think Lucas will mind if we take them off…”

Lucas’ mouth fell open and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets, but before he could object or say anything, Ashley replied to her mother: “Of course he won’t mind, mummy… Lucas wants to help, don’t you?” she added, directing the last few words to a stunned Lucas.

Lucas tried to think of some way to object to the way things were going. However thinking fast in tight situations had never been his forte and Lucas only managed to stutter a few “buts…” before Ashley asked somewhat pointedly: “You do want to help mummy, don’t you?”

It didn’t take Lucas more than a few seconds to admit to himself that he was defeated. He didn’t want to upset Ashley. She held all the cards and the one card that trumped them all was that she had said she would be his girlfriend. His hand went to the spot on his neck that Ashley had kissed just a few minutes ago. Lucas nodded. He had no choice if he expected to keep his place in Ashley’s affections.

“Of course I do,” Lucas said, trying his best to make his words sound convincing.

Ashley beamed: “That’s my brave little soldier!”

Lucas hadn’t bargained on what happened next as he was told to stand on the windowsill facing the room. He looked puzzled. “It will make it easier for me to take off your underpants,” Ashley explained. The ledge was wide enough for Lucas to stand on and so he climbed up as Ashley instructed, although he couldn’t help but wonder why he couldn’t just take off his own underpants.

Ashley stood in front of him: “Lift up the costume… that’s it…” She reached forward; her fingers slipped into the waistband of the little undies and she eased them down, first baring Lucas’ bottom. He then felt Ashley’s fingers slide round to the front of the waistband. Lucas couldn’t bear to look down and instead stared straight across the room as his underpants were lowered all the way down his legs by Ashley.

Mrs Muir smiled as she watched her daughter remove the little boy undies, exposing Lucas’s hairless boyish charms: “I think you can let go of the costume now, Lucas…” she said before waving to a neighbour she had seen walking past the house. The neighbour did a double-take when she saw a bare bottom in the window and smiled as she waved back to Mrs Muir when she realised that after all it was only a boy.

Although Lucas did as Mrs Muir suggested and was relieved to do so, the costume nevertheless was not long enough to offer much coverage. Just climbing down from the windowsill caused the material to ruck up completely baring Lucas’s bottom once more to the now chuckling neighbour.

“Oh, that’s much better!” Mrs Muir trilled. “I must make a note to ensure none of the boys wear anything at all under their Roman costumes,” She saw the look on Lucas’ face as he tried to cover up his ‘essentials’. “Hmm… perhaps I need to be a tiny bit more generous with the material…”

Ashley spoke: “But, mummy… are you sure? The costume looks just about the right length to me.”

Mrs Muir smiled again at her daughter’s suggestion: “Maybe for the older boys then?”

In reply Ashley merely frowned and pouted, clearly a little disappointed by her mother’s suggestion. Mrs Muir understood what that look meant: “Well, let’s see…” she added.

It seemed that once Lucas’s underpants were removed a lot more progress could be made to complete Mrs Muir’s collection of costumes for the pageant. However the cost to Lucas was more time spent standing around in the nude as material was cut to size. Ashley and her mother appeared to have little or no concern for Lucas’s evident embarrassment as he bashfully waited to be called to their side for yet another set of measurements to be taken.

After a while Mrs Muir sighed: “I think we’ve earned a rest. We’ve made great progress, Ashley and it was very thoughtful of you to let Lucas help,” she turned to Lucas, “Why don’t you get us all something to drink from the kitchen… there’s some elderflower cordial in the fridge and you’ll find sparking water as well…” Lucas looked blankly at Mrs Muir. “You know what to do, don’t you, Lucas… it’s simple enough,” she added with a smile. “You’ll find glasses in the cupboard next to the fridge.”

It wasn’t that Lucas didn’t know how to make an elderflower drink, it was that at this point in the proceedings he was between fittings and therefore naked. Neither Mrs Muir nor Ashley had said anything about him putting his clothes back on and Lucas, being a well behaved, obedient boy didn’t like to make a fuss, let alone take the initiative by getting dressed again without being given permission... however embarrassing it was to remain nude in front of them. So he turned and left the room on his way to the kitchen. At least he’d be on his own for a few minutes, he thought and not standing in front of the big bay window where anyone walking along Acacia Avenue could easily see him without any clothes on.

Ashley looked at her mother and grinned: “You could have told him to put something on, mummy…” although of course she was pleased she hadn’t.

Mrs Muir shrugged her shoulders: “He’s only a boy… I didn’t think he’d be that bothered…”

Ashley laughed: “Of course he’s bothered… you saw how red-faced he is. Mummy, you are naughty!”

Just then the front doorbell was rung. Ashley went to the window and looked out: “It’s Mrs Kite…”

“Lucas!” Mrs Muir called out, “Would you go and open the front door… Ashley and I are busy… it’s only Mrs Kite… she won’t mind if you haven’t got any clothes on…” Ashley stifled a giggle.

Lucas had heard the doorbell as well. Even before Mrs Muir had spoken he had panicked. He was naked and his clothes, such as they were, were in the front-room. To get to them would mean he’d have to pass through the hall, so whoever it was he realised that it’d be best for him to stay put in the kitchen. But then he heard Mrs Muir calling him… telling him to go and open the front door!

The doorbell rung again. Lucas heard Mrs Muir call out again telling him to go and open the front door. Although reluctant to leave the relative safety of the kitchen, Lucas was left with no choice and padded down the hallway instinctively cupping his hands between his legs as he did so. However, in order to open the door he had to use both hands and so with one hand he turned the lock and with the other pulled the door open. Using the door as a shield Lucas half-hid behind it as Mrs Kite stepped into the hallway. Of course the minute the door was closed again she saw Lucas and looked him up and down.

“Why haven’t you got any clothes on? You’re completely naked,” she said as if Lucas wasn’t aware of the fact that he was totally nude.

Lucas managed to blush an even deeper red as he replied: “I’m helping Mrs Muir make some costumes for the pageant…”

“Well you don’t seem to have made much progress, do you,” Mrs Kite observed with a gentle smile.

“No, er… it’s just that I’m a sort of, er model… Mrs Muir and Ashley make the costumes.”

“Oh that must have been when I saw your naughty bottom in the window earlier,” she said with a chuckle, “You were wearing a top or something, weren’t you?”

“It was one of the tunics, but Mrs Muir said that…” Lucas paused as it suddenly dawned on him why he was standing in the window holding up the tunic. He realised that now he’d have to explain that Ashley’s mother had decided that his underpants ‘didn’t look right’ and that Ashley had just pulled down his undies as he held up his tunic… and that’s why Mrs Kite saw his bare bottom in the window.

“I see,” Mrs Kite said after Lucas had finished explaining his presence in the bay window. Then Lucas saw her eyes glance downwards towards his pubis which was utterly devoid of hair. He saw a quizzical expression on Mrs Kite’s face as she briefly gazed at his bald penis before she looked up again. “How old are you now, Lucas?” she asked.

Lucas knew what this question was about and prayed Mrs Kite wouldn’t press the point: “Um… fourteen, Mrs Kite…”

“Oh, I see… yes, well…” she paused for a second before adding brightly, “Well let’s go and see how these costumes are getting along shall we?”

“Um… I was just getting Mrs Muir and Ashley an elderflower drink from the kitchen,” Lucas explained, “Would you like me to make you one too?” he added politely.

“That’s very kind of you, Lucas… yes I’d love one. Thank you,” Mrs Kite replied and without further ado marched straight into the front-room.

“I’ve been doing a bit more research,” she announced to Ashley and Mrs Muir, “I thought we might have a go at making one of these…” Mrs Kite showed them a picture, “It’s called a pteruges… a sort of skirt thing that the Romans wore… it hung from a belt tied around the waist. It’s made up of leather strips that hang down from the belt… you see?”

Mrs Muir looked at the illustration and frowned. It was clear from her expression that she had doubts: “Where would we get the pieces of leather from? I mean I could make one up from the linen we’ve got easily enough, but the slightest breeze… d’you see what I mean?”

Ashley however thought it was a great idea: “We ought to try, mummy. I mean the boys will have to be careful when they’re wearing it, but it’ll make them behave themselves during the pageant… Let’s make up one for Lucas to try on, then we’ll see how well it works…”

Mrs Kite was impressed by Ashley’s enthusiasm. In the light of her daughter’s eagerness, Mrs Muir agreed to make up a prototype pteruges.

“We’ll need to take some more measurements…”

She was interrupted by Mrs Kite: “No need… you’ve got one for Lucas’ waist… that’s all we’ll need… we can make up some strips from some of these off-cuts and attach them to the belt.”

“How long d’you think the strips should be?” Mrs Muir asked.

“If they’re hanging down from the belt tied around the boy’s waist… I should think six inches at most.”

Ashley picked up a piece of material and measured it with the tailor’s tape ruler. She tried to visualise the distance between a boy’s waist and the tops of his legs. It wouldn’t need to be that long, she thought. “Oh, mummy… I don’t think the strips hanging down from the belt need to be all that long…”

“How long do you think they should be, Ashley?” her mother asked.

“Four inches max…” 

“I think that might be a little too short for some of the taller boys,” Mrs Kite said, offering her opinion.

“Let’s compromise then,” Mrs Muir interjected, “We’ll make the strips five inches long… agreed?”

They all agreed. The strips of cloth hanging down from the boy’s belt would be no more than five inches in length. Ashley was pleased with herself. She knew if the strips of cloth were only four inches long, they would never cover the genitals of most of the boys taking part in the pageant. On the other hand if she had said five inches, her mother would have compromised on five and a half inches. She grinned at having ensured that an extra half inch of a boy’s thighs would be exposed… and the boys wearing the pteruges would have to be very careful if they weren’t going to give everyone watching a glimpse underneath. Ashley rather hoped a stiff breeze would spring up during the pageant… and maybe that wouldn’t be the only stiff thing that would spring up, she thought with a naughty glint in her eye.

Lucas, back in the kitchen, saw an apron hanging from a hook. The apron, a frilly looking thing, was white and didn’t look as if it would be terribly useful in the kitchen, but it would help to save Lucas some embarrassment if he wore it, he thought. So Lucas took the apron down from the hook, tied it around his waist and prepared the elderflower drinks. It should be said that the apron was the sort of thing that would not have looked out of place if worn by a pretty young maid in a Georges Feydeau drawing-room farce. As so often happens in an entertainment of this sort, the soubrette, in her role as the flirtatious maid, would have been chased by an aged boulevardier during frenzied comings and goings resulting in the inevitable loss of the gentleman’s trousers before order is once again restored by the end of the third act. However, Lucas wasn’t to know this and probably wouldn’t have cared much either. What he was more concerned about was that the little apron, while it left his bottom quite bare, did at least cover his front… well some of his front anyway.

Lucas found a tray and feeling a lot less exposed, put the drinks on the tray and carried it through to the front-room.

The ladies laughed when they looked up and saw Lucas, lips squeezed tightly together as he concentrated on not spilling the drinks, wearing the tiny apron. Ashley turned to see why her mother and Mrs Kite were laughing. She saw how Lucas was totally focused on carrying the tray and smiled. The look of concentration on his face was such  that Ashley saw how the tip of Lucas’s tongue could be seen just poking out from between his lips. It was hard for Ashley not to giggle too when she saw that Lucas, in his desperation not to spill any of the drinks, was seemingly unaware of something else that could be seen peeking out from under the frilly apron. She realised that Lucas must have been even more embarrassed to be walking around the house in the nude than Ashley had thought possible. How shy he must be to even consider putting on that apron, she thought.

“Oh, how sweet!” Mrs Muir trilled, “but really, Lucas, you needed have put on the apron for our benefit…”

Of course this unexpected response made Lucas feel even more uncomfortable than ever and his face became a deeper red as he stood holding the tray of drinks.

“But, mummy… can’t you see the apron is the perfect length for the Roman skirts,” Ashley said enthusiastically.

“She’s right, you know,” Mrs Kite agreed with Ashley, “If the pteruges are too long they’ll chafe the boy’s thighs, so I think they should be made as short as possible.”

Lucas wondered what on earth they were talking about. What skirts? Skirts for boys? But his speculation was interrupted when he heard what Mrs Muir had to say next.

“... mind you, Ashley, I’m not sure that your boyfriend doesn’t deserve to have his bottom smacked for putting that apron on without asking for your permission first…”