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Chapter 9 It's a School day

After a quiet evening of Spiritual reflection Elliott really did feel at peace. His evening bath was the perfect mix of hot water, bubbles, ducks and Papa who was singing happy songs that he was making up as he went along.

Elliott felt very safe, whilst his Sunday was very different from his normal mix of nappies and gaming. And each day had been different, many things were the same. The same morning and evening routines, but beyond that was Papa. Always consistent, always showing up, this is acceptable, but that's not. That's the line, Elliott knew where he stood at all times.

Papa made Elliott feel safe because he was always present, dependable and genuinely wanted Elliott. He had never known this, and definitely not on this level.

Elliott's have been in a trance like state, he was in his Papa's lap being dried off, Elliott noticed the gentleness that Papa took care of him, he was never in a rush, just very mindful, attention, and loving. Yet Papa had a strength to him, an aura that commanded respect, he was loving and kind, but you know not to push your luck.

Elliott remembered Papa saying in one of their early chats, "A line, is not just something drawn in the sand, it is the measure of Good behaviour in Boys. It's a signal that this is acceptable; beyond that you're getting your bottom spanked.

Good behaviour was beyond simple obedience, it was submission fully to the child like self. It was the desire to be moulded into whatever Papa wanted, how he saw fit. It was remembering my place, to be respectful and polite to all adults, and to always seek Daddy's permission.

Elliott was carried to the changing table, he was put in his usual night nappy with day day nappy stuffer, thick rubber baby pants over the nappy. And a lemon footed sleeper.

Tonight was the first of prayers before bedtime, Elliott was carried by Papa to the chair, and sat on his lap with his back resting on Papa's chest. Who then clasped his hands around Elliott's.

Elliott asked "what do I pray about?", Papa resounded "whatever is important to you, what things upsets you? Papa asked as Elliott sat deep in thought. "I don't like people meen to kids or hungry kids! That upsets me lots!" He said full of passion.

"Then let's pray that God's Keeps them safe and fed!" Papa said full of determination. "Will it work?" Elliott quizzed. "Yes if your desire is pure as your heart than your prayers will be answered!" He responded. "However not always in the way we expect!" He continued.

They sat there in Prayer as Elliott listed off all the things he didn't like with the world asking them to be fixed. Once finished Papa grabbed a Winnie the Pooh book and placed Elliott's bottle in his mouth. Elliott gently suckled away, before he had even finished the bottle he had fallen asleep in Papa's arms. He was carried to the cot and placed inside, tucked up with dummy and bear. Papa stroked his hair looking down at his beautiful sleeping boy.

"How could anyone not love you" he says so quiet and tender, kissing him on the forehead before pulling the rails up.

The next morning Elliott woke up, the usual sounds of Papa singing downstairs filled the nursery as splatters of rain hit the window of the nursery.

Due to yesterdays deep enema there was no poopy bum this morning, but Elliott was feeling a little naughty. He reached his hand under the covers, rubbing over his nappy, and his small cage, there was no feeling, he rolled over and began to hump the bed. There was minimal feeling, he humped faster, he began to build some feeling, just as he thought he might climax the nursery door flung open there was Papa. "What were you doing?" Papa'S loud voice boomed over the frozen boy. All Elliott could muster was "nothing Papa".

Papa was furious he stormed downstairs and came minutes later a paddle in one hand and a bar of soap in the other. The sight made Elliott shudder, he knew he was in trouble.

Papa pulled down the sides of the Cot, pulling back the covers, he quickly stripped Elliott of his Sleeper. He was pulled to the side of the cot, legs dangling over the sides. Pulling his nappy down.

"You'll want to hold onto the bars, this will be a very painful punishment." With that he shoved a bar of soap in Elliott's mouth."Boys who lie and swear get a spanked and a mouth soaping." He says as Elliott squirmed against the soap in his mouth.

"I thought we had cleared you of this yesterday, apparently you need more guidance" he raised the paddle and brought it down hard on Elliott's bottom, releasing a loud "owwwwiiiiiieeeeee" from Elliott.

"Abstinence" smack "chastity" smack "Purity" smack, over and over Papa chanted as he spanked the boys bottom deep, blistering red.

"You are never to touch yourself or lie about young man" he said delivering 5 more blows. Elliott sobbed, crying, humiliated but finally his horn has abated.

Papa pulled his nappy and plastic pants back and removed the soap from his mouth. Papa let him spit into a bowel, his crying eyes and face a total mess that Papa ignored. Papa lifted and helped him to the floor, insisting that he crawl just like the baby he is.

Once downstairs, Papa lifted Elliott up into his highchair, pausing for a second to hold him close. "I love you son" he said, strapping him in and placing the tray into position.

Elliott had his normal baby cereal mush, Papa was very quiet, reading his paper. Eventually he sighed and put it down.

"Elliott I feel there's been a miss understanding, when I told you that you would be caged and forbidden from masturbation, that it's a filthy habit that you understood' he said a tone of annoyance linger ed on every word.

"Today I came into the nursery looking forward to seeing you in your first day of school only to find you being so dirty!" He said raising his voice.

"Unless you want to be severely punished I suggest you keep yourself focused on school today, am I Clear" Said Papa, so angrily.

"Yes Papa", said Elliott, he felt so embarrassed.

"Good boy, now let's have no more of this dirty nonsense." He says moving towards Elliott lifting him out of the highchair and putting him on the floor.

Papa took Elliott through normal morning routine, wash, nappy, then his uniform, Grey school shorts, white shirt, maroon and gold tie, grey socks and jumper with maroon trim.

He looked absolutely adorable, it was only 8am he was allowed to watch an episode of Thomas whilst he had a Bottle.

At 830 school started, Elliott was led into his Father's study and took his desk.

The first was on how to use a quill and ink, Elliott was rather messy at first with it, prompting a comment about maybe crayons would be better.

A few threats to keep his uniform clean, and Elliott finally got the hang of it. Afterwards Papa gave Elliott some math's question to test what Elliott could or couldn't do. Papa noticed Elliott staring off into space a few times and had to bre reminded to pay a attention.

Eventually his mini test was over and as Papa suspected he got several wrong.

At 1230 it was lunch time, Elliott had ham and cheese sandwiches, cut into triangles with no crust. Papa was the best! Washed down more Milk.

After lunch, the weather was dry and Elliott was aloud to play in the Garden, he decided to sit on the swings, enjoying the motion of back and forth. He felt calm and relaxed. The sun had come out to play, warming Elliott up. There he was in a thick nappy and school uniform, with his Dummy out to play in his wellies, he felt like a proper child.

It wasn't long before Elliott had to go back inside he was led up to the nursery and changed. And led back to his Father's Study, this time for Latin. "Ugh" was all he could think about.

The afternoon was challenging, Elliott wasn't engaging, he kept wandering, which resulted in his hands being hit with a ruler and having to write lines. However his worse crime came as Father observed him opening and closing his legs, smiling as he did.

"Elliott!" Father shouted, "Dirty boy!" Elliott was once again frozen, he was pulled over his father's lap and once again spanked to Fathers chant.

"Abstinence, chastity and purity" spoken loudly through each thundering spank. Afterwards he was made to do lines. 100 times 'I must not masturbate'.

Afterwards Papa, who looked genuinely upset. "Elliott, I honestly don't feel we are on the right page, what is up with you?" He asked.

"Papa I'm really horny and I need proper release, when are we going to get more kink?" He asked excitedly, but poor Papa removed his glasses and just buried his head in his hands.

"Elliott all I want with you is a traditional Dad/Son relationship, I don't and never will have sex with you. I'm not kinky, I'm just a guy who likes to give boys back their childhood in the structured and traditional way." He said taking a pause.

"I know many Daddys have insisted or have offered you sex but that's not what you need." He said taking another pause, "Or at least I believed it was". Hearing those words and the disappointment in his Voice broke Elliott.

"Don I feel we need to make some decisions, you need to think about if what I'm offering you, a traditional Dad/Son relationship, no sex, no kinks. I will give you until tomorrow morning to decide if that's what you want. Should you decide to I will take you back home to your old life. Schools out go to your playroom until I call you for dinner." He said walking out of the study, with a sad, depleted voice.

Elliott went to his play room, but he couldn't think, what had he done, this was so confusing. Papa had made it very clear there would be no sex but Elliott thought it was all part of it. His heart pounded, he really had fucked things up. He tried to calm himself, tried to find a toy to play with that would entertain him.

The rest of the evening was awkward, Papa was mechanical in his care, he was hurt and angry, he was feeling unheard. Both of them felt hurt.

The evening past very quickly, there was little conversation, where there was once love, happiness and tenderness there was now only loss and confusion.

At 830 Elliott was placed in the Cot, Papa looked at him, " I expect your decision in the morning, if you decide to stay your life will be humble, loving, structured and fun. Most of all it will be innocent, childlike and completely sexless. If this is something you desire we make a plan of how we achieve it in the morning." He said formerly, leaning down to give him a tender kiss. "Whatever you decide, know that Papa will always love you." He said as he pulled up the sides.

Elliott watched as Papa walked out the door, turning out the light as he went.

Elliott laid in his cot in complete turmoil, what would he do, he loved Papa and this place, going back would be a life of stress, constant overwhelm. Could he do it, could he become so focused on his boyhood andget past his need for sexual gratification. Could this life and all it offers be enough?

Elliott tossed and turned all night, worrying that he wouldn't be good enough, that he couldn't do it, he was so anxious that he barely slept.

At the same time Papa tossed and turned, had he gone to far, did he really need to sexless? Worried he was about to loose the most amazing boy he thought of all the ways he could persuade him to change his mind.

Could he waver on this one point and let him have some release?

Absolutely not, he was his father and he knew best what the boy needed! A month of deep, public humiliation would be sufficient! And confession!

Papa, feeling resolute eventually fell asleep.

Elliott woke up, his nightly oil did it's job, he was completely messy, the house silent, he laid their waiting for Papa. The fear and anxiety flowing through him, he awaited his fate!

Chapter 8 A turning Point

Elliott was in his highchair having breakfast, soggy and messy, it was little more bearable this time. Papa was in a good mood. Elliott got eggs and soldiers, which was great because Papa had mushed the eggs into his toast and cut it up. Leaving Elliott to feed himself whilst Papa ate a proper full English breakfast.

Papa let Elliott have a couple mouthfuls of his sausage and bacon, just as a treat.

After breakfast Elliott was taking to the bathroom, for a bit more thorough wash, it was Church day, Papa made him sit the tub as he poured water over him to wash his hair. His cage.eas removed for cleaning, and placed back on.

He was wrapped in a towel and lead up to the nursery, dried and oiled. Papa got the third thickness, and folded the second thickness into a stuffer. Elliott gulped, he had never seen a nappy so thick.

"Up you get young man, we can't be late today!" Exclaimed Papa.

Elliott laid on top of the very thick pile, and talced and creamed. The nappies were brought up between his legs and pinned tightly in place.

Papa pulled a pair of rubber pants over them, he told Elliott these were traditional pants.

Papa led Elliott to wardrobe, all he could do was Waddle, the thick pile of fluffy soft nappies pushed his legs so far apart he looked like a proper Toddler.

Papa opened the door to the wardrobe and for the first time Elliott saw what was inside. Rows of soft, babyish clothes, rompers, shortalls, lord Fauntleroy suits, school uniforms, Peter Pan shirts. There were curiously some dresses.

Elliott's eyes were transfixed on the dresses, Papa noticed.

"Do you want to touch them?" He asked.

Elliott looked at Papa, then back to the dresses, he hesitated, and reached out running his hand over the soft silky dresses.

"I use these mostly as a punishment, fir when boy's dirty habits get the better of them, such disgusting behaviour is met with more severe punishments!" He said very forthrightly.

"I find a week or 2 in a dress just what a boy needs to keep himself in check." He said looking at Elliott's face, who was blushing, as he strained against the cage, and it was written all over his face and Papa knew it!

Again Elliott was an exceptional boy!

Papa choose a sweet royal blue velvet shortalls that had a yellow duck embroidered on, cream romper with a lacey Peter Pan Collar, and short puffy sleeve with a lace trim. A pair of knee length socks with royal blue trim.

He was dressed first in the romper, the had legs with a lacey trim, the shortalls were next, the nappy made them balloon; and we're obviously made to accommodate thicker nappies. The lacy trim was visible under the shorts.

"Omg you're an absolute darling" Papa beamed.

Elliott was shown himself in the mirror, he looked like the perfect boy, had yesterday not happened he might have thrown a fit. His willy ached against his cage, Elliott realised once again everything was perfect! He looked how he always wanted too.

As the joy came in, the darkness was not far behind, he looked to Papa and Papa knew. He placed a reassuring hand on Elliott's shoulder. "It's okay Son, Papa is here." He pulled the boy in for a cuddle, and the darkness began to the recede.

Everything was safe once again.

The left the nursery, Elliott struggling to waddle his nappy was so thick, it was last till they got home. Which Elliott thought was odd, if a night nappy was only the second size with the first size as a stuffer lasted around 12 Hours, why did he require such a thick nappy for only 5 hours?

He dare not ask, fearing a spanking or other punishment, his mind flashed back to the dresses, Papa said for very dirty boys. But how dirty? Elliott thought of all the things he would love his Papa to do to him. He strained against the cage, he snapped into focus, he reminded himself, church is important to Papa I must not make any mistakes!

They got themselves ready to leave and stepped outside into the sunshine, the last time the left the house Elliott was a little embarrassed, today he would show Papa how brave he was. He walked proudly displaying himself as the boy he is, he was proud to wear his reigns, he was proud watching the other villagers smile and gush over him.

"Pride is a sin my boy," Papa said noticing his behaviour. "I'm happy that you are happy as a boy, remember you are a reflection of me, always honour thy Father and Mother." He said with a tone that was gentle but firm. "If you feel anything feel happy that you are making your father happy." He said kissing his boy on the head.

"Papa I'm confused, you say you're proud of me but my Pride is a sin?" He asked.

"You truly are a very bright boy, however the difference is simple, your pride was 'look at me' , my Pride came at marveling at your achievement,I was proud of you, not me." He saud smiling, which reassured him it was ok to ask questions.

"Do you understand?" He asked, Elliott simply replied "Yes Papa.

"Elliott I'm often sad when I think of you, you're a beautiful little boy, there's so much you've missed out on that your father neglected" he said as he took Elliott by the shoulders.

"You've been let down terribly and I'm going to make it better I always want you to come to me with questions." He paused, "Papa is here to feed your tummy," he said as he pointed to his tummy, he then pointed at his head "and Feed your mind" he then pointed to his heart as he looked deep into Elliott, "And will always feed your Heart and soul with love." And kissed Elliott on the cheek.

"Come we will be late for church" he as he rushed them along.

They arrived at the gate various villagers greeted them warmly, Elliott was gushed over, he had his cheeks pinched. He began to feel a little overwhelmed and grabbed Papa's hand. Papa pulled a light Blue dummy from his pocket and put it Elliott's mouth, he began to suck.

"I had it just incase" he said, It was bigger than his normal one and filled his mouth, all he could muster was "fankchu Papa" with a pronounced lisp.

They were greeted at the Door by Father John, he was a very happy man, he loved to laugh and joke with his parishners.

They took their pew, and as Elliott looked around many of the boys, and he used that term loosely. They were all dressed similar to him, not all we're nappied though. Although he noticed a couple,and one girl probably in her mid 20s, in a delicate frilly dress with a exposed frilly nappy over pants. The outfit made him jealous.

Papa caught him, " stop staring it's not polite, no one is staring at you, please behave!" He said with a tone that Said he wasn't messing.

The rest of the service was fun, not what he had expected, he enjoyed it, and found the experience uplifting.

Sunday school was equally fun again the "children" using that term very loosely, whilst he was indeed the oldest there, he wasn't by much!

They were all sat around colouring pictures of religious pictures.

There was another boy, clearly in a similar state to him, who introduced himself "Hello I'm Malcolm, nice to meet you?"he says holding hand out. Elliott shook his hand and went to speak "it's ok everyone knows your Elliott you're a little bit famous!"he interrupting Elliott.

"Me?"he asked "but why?" He asked again.

"Shush children" said the group leader. Elliott smiled at his new friend.

In the Church office Papa was on the phone to Elliott's mother "yes Hello Mrs River, yes it's Norman, Elliott's Papa." He said before exchanging pleasantries.

"Look I will cut to the chase, Elliott is in a fragile state, but this place is peaceful and healing for him. And quite frankly he's not going anywhere, I won't allow it, he doesn't have my permission to leave!" He said very firmly. He was Elliott's Father and he was raising him after they had all failed.

They reached an agreement, Elliott would be staying with Papa for good, but he would have her for tea and regular visits. He was very clear they follow his rules in regard to Elliott.

Next was his boss, a foul woman, Papa did not like her one bit. She was arrogant and let slip she pretty much set Elliott up because he Autistic. And in doing so he got her to drop the investigation, if he resigned. He even managed to wangle his holiday pay and 2 months pay as "garden leave".

No one ever got off lightly with Papa, being an English teacher and speaking several languages, he has become a bit of a silver tongue!

He collected Elliott from Sunday school, meeting his new friend his mother had come for him. It was agreed that the boy's would have a play date soon.

Elliott was hyper, bouncing and flapping, something Papa hadn't seen before. He quickly stopped and apologised, "sorry Papa", Papa took his hand, "we don't do here, we don't apologise for who we are, and not for stimming, is that clear young man?" Papa says with stern reassurance.

Elliott began to bouncing and flapping "I made a friend," he said over and over again.

"Elliott take a walk with me, I've got some important news" he's said leading Elliott by the hand. "I've made some arrangements, you're not going back home because this is your home now, you're staying with me. It's all sorted," he said as he pulled Elliott in for a hug!

And for the first time in his life the joy came and the darkness didn't, he knew he was home.

Lunch in the hall was lovely, Elliott really enjoyed the community spirit, how friendly everyone was. The food was great, cooked by local volunteers and the businesses.

This wasn't a special occasion it was just Sunday lunch, nearly the whole village ate together, laughed and sung songs together.

On the walk home Elliott was smiling around his dummy, he was full, his nappy was soaked he was holding Papa's hand, skipping along as he sucked his dummy contently.

He looked utterly goofy and totally adorable.

Once at home Papa didn't wait around he had Elliott stripped to just his nappy and plastic pants. Papa decided they would hold for what's next.

He was placed in the tub and, nappy and pants pulled down just beyond his bum. And told to bend over.

Papa put on a pair of gloves and gentle lubed and began to push his finger into Elliott's hole.

He then inserted an inflatable plug, and began to pump it up causing Elliott to wince.

"Be a good boy and suck your dummy" he said ordering Elliott to drop his knees and lay forward.. Elliott felt warm soapy water flow into him.

He started to moan, "If you moan once more you will receive a lick of my belt, this is for your health, now be good," he said as he began to read bible passages about cleanliness, giving an additional 2 litres causing Elliott to moan, for which he received 4 licks.

Once the hose was clamped, the nappy and boy pulled up and the plug inflated. No way it was coming out for the next hour and he was not to make a sound. Or it would start over.

Elliott's tummy burned he dared not disobey, Elliott tried his hardest he kept quiet, the pain was intense!

The hour passed Papa entered the bathroom and deflated the plug and told Elliott to evacuate his bowels which he did. So much water and poop came out that it leaked down his legs.

Elliott let out a loud cry. "Cleanliness is next to Godliness," said Papa as he reinflated the plug.

Elliott looked panicked "it's just to wash out the soap so it doesn't irritate.

2 more rinses and Elliott felt much better, inside at least his nappy was awful.

This was the only time a shower would be used to hose him off!

He was then once again shaved smooth, and Elliott loved it, it made his cage look beautiful.

Once clean and dry the naked boy was led through the dinning Room to Papa's study.

"Remember in here and during this punishment time it is Sir or Father, am I clear?" He says firmly

"Yes Father," replied Elliott.

He was led behind his Father's desk and bent over.

"You Will receive 10 on each cheek with my Hand, Belt and paddle" he said, as Elliott gripped the desk

Papa started, with each smack Elliott had to repeat the commandments that Father spoke.

Smack smack smack, with each one a commandments was uttered, driving home the lesson on good behaviour.

By the end the first 10 smacks, Elliott was in tears, and things were only just beginning.

Elliott cried, begged and pleaded to no avail, the belt came next with a thrash a pain Elliott knew he had to be a good boy and he would prove himself.

By the time it came to the paddle his bottom blistered. Papa rubbed cream in and then pulled the naked boy onto his lap who sobbed as his Father cooed him and rubbed his sore bottom.

Once calm Elliott was made to stand Infront of his Father, feet together, hands by his side.

"Elliott, today in church you had impure thoughts about the young girl in the dress?" He stated as a question.

Elliott who's cage was leaking said "no Father"

"You're lying young man, your cage is leaking!" He said angrily.

"I know your used to this being the point where you have sex with a Daddy, but that's not happening here. I'm not like that!" He says very crossly.

"The problem is you associate Traditional discipline with Dominance, which you associate with sex," he said with annoyance.

"If I wanted that I would met you weeks ago, tied you up like a little leather boy, or sissy and fucked your arse, but that's not what I want. And certainly not what I'm cultivating here" he paused.

"Clearly you're so desperate to cum you risk loosing the beautiful boy space that the cage and no cumming provide!" He said taking another pause

"So beit, you want cum so badly then bend over this desk.

Elliott almost jumped to the desk, happy, excited but also upset that he had disappointed his Father.

Elliott did as instructed, his hands were tied behind his back, his father put on a 2 black gloves and began to lube his fingers up, and slowly Pushed them into Elliott and began massaging his boy spot.

"You're so desperate for daddy to dress you up in those sissy dresses that you nearly broke that not being a dirty boy, didn't you?" He asked

"Yes father" Elliott moaned around his dummy.

"Imagine swishing around in that dress, being girly " he teased.

Elliott moaned wildly coming to climax, Father continued to massage his spot, hold a glass cup beneath the cage.

Elliott began to back himself onto his Father's fingers.

"Imagine running your hands over those frilly baby pants, humping your nappy" continuing the tease.

"Look how desperate you are to get off about sissy clothes"

Elliott literally started fucking his fathers fingers, and he was very disappointed and disgusted, but let it play out. He would humiliate him for this and he would learn!

"You want daddy to put you in the dress and parade you around like the other dirty boys, all in dresses" he teased more

"Boys?" Elliott thought

"What do you want father to do you, tell me, how dirty you really are?" He asked

"Put me in a sissy dress and fuck me!" Exclaim Elliott, gasping for air. He had never been so turned on.

Elliott had reached climax, however his orgasm was quickly ruined by Father squeezing his balls hard. Elliott let defeated, and disappointed. Papa lent over him

"You're dirty boy, how dare you" squeezing his balls harder. "abstinence, chastity and purity will make you a good clean boy" he said with authority

He pulled his belt from his trousers and placed in on the table and went out to the kitchen and returned with a piece of ginger, inserting into Elliott's hole.

"This will teach you to be dirty, with each lick repeat 'abstinence chastity and purity '

He raised his hand bringing the belt down on Elliotts bum, causing him to squeeze and immediate release the tension in his buttocks, he received the full force of the lick and the sting of the ginger forcing him to un-tense.

"Abstinence chastity and purity" Elliott cried.

Elliott received 10 hard licks causing Elliott to cry loudly. He was told to stand in the corner and think about how he could focus all his energy on any other than sex! His ass hole burning z the ginger still there and sting of the belt.

"I must stay focused on my studies" he thought to himself, biting back more tears.

Father watched the humiliated, broken boy, he sat looking at how much cum he produced, this would have to be a weekly thing if he was to keep him focused on his studies.

"Elliott we will milk you each week, you will have the same ruined orgasm each time. This will help you stay focused on your studies." He says with an authoritative voice.

"Sex is only for consenting adults who are in a commited relationship" he reiterated again.

"You are not a man and you are not in a commited, romantic relationship. I am your Father and you arey son, that is all" the words stung a little.

He was asked to step forward

"Final step is your pledge of Good Behaviour," he said pointing at a 10 line Good boy pledge. "Read a loud please" father commanded.

Elliott read them out, 1 by 1.

1- I promise to all ways be a good boy,

2- I promise to always polite to all,

3- I promise to respectful of my elders and superiors,

4- I promise to be passive and obedient at all times,

5 - I promise to always Obey my Father and any who is entrusted with my care.

6 - I promise to always be kind, helpful and friendly to my neighbours and villages,

7 - I promise to obey God and his law

8 - I promise to practice abstinence, chastity and purity

9 - I promise to be gentle, honest and dear of heart

10 - I promise to remain a boy at heart, spirit and body

His father beamed with pride, "you are true boy, Elliott weldone" he said hugging the boy tightly. And promptly removed the ginger from his hole.

"You've taken your punishment, we've taken care of your health, and fed your soul!, how wonderful" he said continuing to gush.

The rest of the day was relatively routine, Papa gave the boy bible verses to read aloud and give his thoughts on what it meant, and then Papa would share his thoughts. Elliott loved it, he felt so focused and engaged he didn't see the fast approaching bedtime and the end to best weekend of his life!

Tomorrow school would start and what fresh adventures, emotions and punishment would await Elliott.

Chapter 6 That first Saturday morning

Elliott began to stir, the gentle morning light shone between the baby bear curtains that adorned the windows of the nursery.

Elliott looked around marveling at his surroundings, he felt like a tiny baby in a big world. In the distance he could hear Papa singing, which made him feel so warm inside.

That was until there was a gurgle, a rumble and a loud, wet fart, Eliott hadn't felt anything like this before! The combination of creamed spinach, the food, bottles and that nasty oil were all taking affect.

Without another warning Elliott's tummy cramped before he could stop it he let loose streams of wet, runny poo into his nappy and it felt terrible.

Papa immediately entered the nursery and sniffed the air, "My goodness what did you eat? How can such a small boy produce such a foul smell?" Said Papa chuckling as walked to the window pulling back the curtains, opening the window."

"How did my baby boy sleep?" Papa asked pulling down the rail, swapping the dummy for a warm bottle of milk as he effortlessly pulled him onto his arms carrying him to the chair, holding Elliott close as he gave him his first morning bottle. Papa hummed a sweet tune as he rocked his son, a warm feeling washed over both of them.

The very stinky boy was led down to the kitchen, strapped into his highchair. Papa didn't lie, he was told nappies are always changed after breakfast, even in this disgusting state.

Elliott started fussing moving side to side. "If you continue to do that you make worse." Papa said as placed both hands on his shoulders and forced him down into his mess.

"And if you don't stop you won't be going to the toy shop today, and to maters worse I will take a paddle to your messy bottom, that will drive the message home, through your stinking wet nappy." He said looking directly at Elliott who almost looked like he was going to cry.

"Now we've got a busy day today, first thing you need to see the day Nursery, my office where your schooling will happen." He said as he paused for Choo Choo, filling Elliotts mouth with bland baby porridge.

"You need to see the garden, and all the fun toys out there." Pausing again to shoveled food into Elliott's mouth. "You know I've raised 8 boys over the years and looked after a dozen or so more, never have I ever known a boy eat his food without complaint." He said quizzically.

Still with a mouthful of food "it's nummy". And whilst Papa was proud he had to tell the boy off taking his mitted hand in his he gave it a gentle tap "naughty boy, don't with your mouthful" he said sternly.

Finishing his food Elliott said sorry.

"Anyway, we then need to sit down and go through the rules, routine and your school time table." He paused for more choo choos.

"And we need to get your haircut, that spikey doo may cut it down the local gay bars, but in my house and in this family you be dressed respectfully and that includes your hair." He said almost playfully.

"Besides your bar days are long over", he said smiling.

"God only knows what the neighbours would think!" He said, which Elliott thought was odd, a 5" 5' toddler is ok, but my spikes are an issue?

Elliott was led through his morning routine, including a very embarrassing bum wash! Complete with the first of many "bend over boy, tushy in the air."

He was changed and dressed in a white shirt onesie with a Peter Pan Collar, and Royal Blue Velvet shorts and matching jacket, and White knee high socks, and his normal day thick nappy and plastic pants.

He was led into the day nursery which was something Elliott was not prepared for. From floor to ceiling there were toys, toy boxes, books, teddy's, puppet's, block's and even a rocking horse.

Elliott noticed everything was old fashioned,made from wood and child safe metals, the only plastic was on a nearby table filled to the brim with toy soldiers.

"I know it's different from the few toys you have at home, I prefer older toys, made by hand with love." He said with genuine love.

"Many of the toys were made by myself and my late husband, Stanley, made many of the soft toys. Others were purchased at the local Traditional toy shop in the village." Said Papa with pride in his voice.

Elliott was in love, his face was full of pure joy, he couldn't believe his luck. Papa, his clothes, his nappy, this room, this Life!

Memories flooded his mind, his dad leaving, abuse, being bullied, failed relationships, everything the whole world suddenly flooded In and it was too much. His dear little heart broke, he squatted down and let out a loud cry.

Papa was completely taken back, he rushed to the boy, scooping up the boy and taking to a nearby rocking chair, holding him close to his chest, as he gently rocked him.

This boy was beyond sensitive, he was a little darling, as he rocked Elliott he said reassuringly "Papas got you, and I'm never letting you go, I've got you my sweet little boy and you're never leaving here." He said feeling the emotions rising in him.

"R-r-really P-p-papa" he says through tears and sobs, a bot so broken by rejection that his perfect moment was ruined by the fear of loss.

And Papa knew, he knew the ache, he had seen this many times, but never to this level. He felt anger rise, how could any father could abandon such a sweet, sweet little boy is beyond me.

"Yes my little angel, you're staying right here with me, forever" Papa said as Elliott buried his head in his chest. Papa knew this moment couldn't be rushed, this boy needed to know he had him. That we was cherished and loved.

Eventually Elliott calmed down long enough for him to sit up as Papa produced a hanky to dry his eyes and blow his nose.

" I-i-im I'm S-s-o-o," Papa placed Elliott's dummy back in his mouth, shushing him. "No, absolutely not, we don't apologise for tears in this family, is that clear? He said with a sternly reassuring tone.

Elliott must have looked baffled because Papa went on to explain that he believes in traditional family values at his core yes, he was a strict Catholic, but beyond that he was absolutely filled with love, especially for his new Son.

"You may be surprised that I don't believe in children being quiet or not speaking unless spoken too." He said and indeed Elliott was surprised.

"There are many things I do believe in manners, not interrupting adults, strict punishment. But I also deeply believe in love, routine and structure.." he continued explaining, "I truly believe more harm was done before making children silent, you understand? He asked as Elliott nodded.

"And if you were silent think of all the missed giggles, joy and all the time's listening to you play!" He said with pure joy.

Elliott looked on smiling, as he felt the joy, he felt the creeping darkness coming.

Papa could see in his eyes, "You know when I'm sad, I turn my worries to God, would like to join me in a prayer?" Elliott reluctantly nodded.

Papa turned Elliott so his back was leaning against Papa's chest, Papa wrapped his big arms around him and clasped his hands prayers.

"This one my Aunt taught me, follow along ok?, Elliott nodded.

"Angels to North, Angels of south, Angel's east, west and above, guide and project me, show me the love and mercy of God our father"

Elliott followed along and began to feel at peace.

"It worked Papa, it worked!" Elliott says excitedly.

Papa kissed the back of his head, " I'm glad my sweet boy, I'm glad."

"Right my boy, we have things to do, and house to explore, and an adventure to go on! Papa says excitedly.

He led Elliott by the hand first to his study, and showed him the black board, his own desk with ink well and quill.

"Papa?" Elliott asked, "Yes my boy" Papa replied. "I'm not very good at writing with a pen, I fear I may disappoint you Papa." Elliott said worrying.

"Nonsense my boy, I'm an excellent teacher and you just need practice." He says with a tone of reassurance.

"Here is your time table, school starts at 830, you have English here, here, here and here, maths on these times, we have Latin on Thursday afternoons. I will teach history, Geography abd religious education on these day's. Friday afternoons are a bit more relaxed, you will be with me in the workshop." Said Papa, causing Elliott to worry he might not be good enough!

He was then led to the living Room that had an oldish TV, video and even a DVD player, which Elliott was surprised to see.

"This is the 21st century boy, we have internet and running water," he says smiling.

"I know but I didn't expect anything after the 19......" His Papa cut him off. "I'm all for fun, but cheekiness spoons leads to disrespect, remember your place." He said giving a not playful slap across his thick napped bottom.

"Sorry Papa" he said glowing red.

"Well standing around won't get us very far, onward"! He said leading Elliott out into the garden that was bigger than any park he had ever seen. Complete with swings, a slide, flower beds, trees, even a little wooden Wendy house.

"Over there is my workshop, you must never go in there without me, is that clear? That sternness returning to his Voice.

"Yes Sir" replied Elliott.

After a few minutes looking around the Garden Papa took Elliott to front door helping him out on the first pair of T bar Shoes l, the first of many. Is was too warm for a coat, instead Papa secured Elliott in a set of blue leather reigns with baby boy on the chest piece.

Elliott began pull away and struggle, resulting in a slap across the thighs. "Don't you dare play me up now, stop being so silly" there were no further complaints, he was led out the front door about to e exposed to the world.

Or at the very least the most curious little village!!

As they stepped a few minutes from the cottage they were greeted by Mrs Harrison, their nearest neighbour and her spaniel Beatrice.

"Oh my Mr Pinkerton, is this the new boy?" She said reaching to great him, as Elliott his behind his Papa.

"Yes and I'm ever so sorry for his manners," she cut him off. "Oh don't worry poor little dear is probably shy." She said offering home a piece of fudge. "Here sweetie don't worry I don't bite, I'm Mrs Harrison"she says extending her hand, Elliott shook her hand. "Hello I'm Master Elliott, pleased to meet you." He said as his Papa smiled on.

"Oh what a polite little dear, well I hope to see you at my next afternoon tea, the ladies will just eat him up " she said pinching his cheeks.

They exchanged a few more pleasantries before going their separate ways.

"That was a shaky start but I'm proud of young man" Said Papa beaming at Elliott.

"Papa, what just happened?" Asked Elliott completely taken back.

"You will find this village different, the same families have lived here for generations. We are a loving, thriving community, deeply religious, we live by traditional values, and we thrive on acceptance." He said explaining how lovely this village is.

They turned a corner, Elliott witnessed the Village high st, and he couldn't believe his eyes, this place truly was different!!

Chapter 5 The first night

Elliott was led through the front door into a beautiful foyer, tiled black and white floor, beyond which was a well presented, comfortable country cottage. That looked like it had stayed frozen in time.

"There is the kitchen, that way leads to the living room, off to the right here is dinning room, to which is my private study is accessible and the bathroom - both of which are off limits without supervision." Said Norman introducing Elliott to his new home.

There were wooden baby gates on every door and on the stairs.

Norman led Elliott upstairs, "let me show you the nursery, I'm sure your bum needs changing?" He said as Elliott let out a cheeky fart.

"Pardon you" said Norman as Elliott blushed. "Manners please" said Norman as the reached the first floor. "Pardon me Sir" said Elliott, feeling a little silly.

There were 2 doors to the front of them and a second set of stairs going up to the loft. He was led through the door on the right.

He walked into the coziest nursery, painted Blue and Yellow, with bears on a freeze. There was a Cot, changing Table, a shelf stacked with cloth nappies, a set of drawers and a wardrobe all in dark mahogany. And one large oversized chair.

There were shelves with a few books and baby Toys.

Elliott stood in front of shelves of nappies, looking slightly confused, there seemed to be three sizes, some shelves had ready folded nappies others stacked ready to be folded.

"The smaller ones are your general day Nappies, what you will wear during school time, play time and quick errands. The second size are for day trips out were it might be several hours before I can change you. And the final size are your night time nappies. There are no disposables or those awful modern pocket things." He says factually.

"My son will only have the finest Nappies after all," he says letting out a chuckle.

Elliott continued to look around the room and let our another fart, "pardon me Sir" said Elliott, who was promptly praised.

"Do you need to go for poo poo young man?" The question made Elliott go a deep shade of red.

"Yes sir" was all he could muster, feeling so embarrassed.

"Well, there's no time like the present, go in your nappy like a good boy or I might have to give you something to help you go," showing him a bottle of caster oil.

Elliott squatted down as his new Father watched him make poo poo in his nappy. He was praised gleefully by Norman. "Well done baby boy, who's Papa's little stinker" Elliott looked up, that was almost affectionate.

"During school and formal times such as discipline, but when you are in a more babyish place you may refer to me as Papa, ok boy?" Says Norman watch the still squatting boy.

"Yes Papa" Replied Elliott, rather aware that he was about to have the first messy nappy change ever.

He was lead to the changing table, which there were steps leading up to. He laid on his back as Norman began to undress his new son.

He was expertly cleaned up, Norman didn't make much of a fuss, it was all very routinely done. The sort of skil and confidence of a man who had changed 1000s of nappies in his life time.

Once nappied, he was dressed in a lemon romper, White socks with a lemon trim, and matching booties and mittens. A matching over sized dummy was placed his mouth with a white lacy ribbon tied to it and pinned to the romper.

Elliott was guided the floor and told to crawl like the baby he is and led down to the kitchen. And helped into his new High chair as Norman began to cook their dinner.

Norman left the room and came back with a Winnie the Pooh picture book that looked older than time itself.

Norman busied himself preparing dinner, chops, mashed potatoes and steamed vegetables.

He made his boy creamed spinach and finely chopped his chops, mixed it with mash potatoes and added gravy.

Hevtied a bib around Elliott's neck, made from Terry cloth and soft ribbons. "We don't want you lovely outfit messy do we?"

Norman placed 2 bowls in front of Elliott.

"House rules you will eat whatever I give you, no exceptions, no excuses, am I clear?", he said "yes Papa," Elliott replied, he was hungry, and at this point would eat anything.

First came the creamed spinach "let's get the worst out of the way". He began to feed Elliott spoonfuls of mush which surprisingly he liked.

"Wow you're such a good boy, never had anyone eat that without arguments" says Norman very surprised. Or not he knew Elliott was a special boy!

After feeding him his dinner Elliott was given his picture book back whilst Norman ate his dinner. Something that would have been routine.

Norman put the dishes in the sink and told Elliott good boys who eat their dinner get pudding, "would my boy like treacle sponge and custard?"

Omg thought Elliott his favourite! Without thinking the boy said "Yes please Papa". "Such a lovely boy deserves treats!" Says Norman chuckling to himself.

Elliott was giving a big spoon and told feed himself, with the mittens he got very messy. Causing Norman to chuckle.

"Right young man, it's getting late, nearly your bed time" says Norman wiping up Elliott's face as he handed him a bottle of juice.

He went to the bathroom and began drawing Elliott a bath, filled bubbles, boats and ducks.

Elliott was let out of the high chair and led to the bathroom, he was stripped of his clothes, as steam filled the air.

He was stripped down to his nappy, Norman placed his hands inside between the nappy and pants. "How are you that wet? My gosh I'm going to be changing you every five minutes!" said Norman with a chuckle.

Norman guided Elliott into the bath and began to scrubbed him as he sang "scrubba dub dub, there's a stinky boy in my tub" in a sing song voice.

"Just because I'm stern and strict doesn't mean we don't have fun, ok young man?" Elliott smiled and nodded.

Elliott was scrubbed head to toe, Norman looked at his watch, "you've got 10 minutes to play, I will be back."

Elliott played with his toys, the sound of gun fire and giggles filled the air, something Norman hadn't heard in a very long time.

Smiling he went and put a bottle on before going upstairs and pulling back blanket in the cot, placing a medium sized brown bear, with a red bow tie on the bed with a wooden train. A gift for his new son.

Having set the lights low, Norman got a baby blue sleeper ready an took a ready folded night nappy and folded the second size day nappy into the a stuffer placed it in the middle, along with blue tipped pins and clear plastic pants.

We went back and just watch Elliott at play, such a beautiful child!

"Right then young master let's get you ready for beddy" Said Norman, grabbing a big white towel and pulling the plug.

"Let's be having you," he said affectionately helping him up and wrapping him in the towel. He helped out and led to the nursery.

It was summer, the light was still peering through the curtains.

Elliott was dried, oiled and led to the changing table covered in cream and talc, and probably the thickest nappy ever was pulled up between his legs and pinned in place.

Elliott couldn't close his legs as his pants were pulled up over them. He was dressed in a baby blue sleeper, with a zip from the ankle to neck. Locking mittens were added to his hands.

Norman led him to the chair, Elliott practically waddling behind him. He was pulled onto Normans lap. A bib tied around his neck, and given his bottle which Elliott held as Daddy pulled a big book of nursery stories and rhymes and began reading a story about a bear.

He was given a spoonful of icky castor oil, a traditional method of making boys regular. It was foul, Elliott wished he had something to wash it down with.

Instead a blur dummy was placed in his mouth, it was pinned in the same fashion as before.

When it was time, Norman pulled down the sides of crib reveling the bear and Train.

"These are for you I made you the train and the bear is from a toy shop here in town." Said Norman proudly.

The bear was a traditional style, firm, but fluffy, with those glass beaded eyes that made them look real.

"I wuv him Papa" Elliott says flinging his arms around Norman who was startled at first but held his new boy close.

"Bed time" announced Norman as he helped Elliott into the cot pulling the blanket over Elliott as he laid on his back.

"You will get used to the small pillow and blanket, babies sleep on their back, this will happen naturally." Says Norman in his normal matter-of-fact way.

He tucked Elliott and his new Bear in tightly, Kissing him on the forehead. "Good night baby boy, Papa loves you" he said sweetly.

"Wuv you Papa" replied Elliott "you need to give Mr bear a kiss too" said Elliott. "Oh how could I forget" chuckled Norman, kissing the bear before pulling up the cot side.

He went across the room to a small lantern with Bears, balloons and blocks on, winding it up. It literally up the Room and played twinkle twinkle as it displayee a revolving scene across the nursery walls and ceiling. As he turned out the lights Elliott was comforted by the light.

"Night night Sweetheart, Papa won't be far, Elliott was already fast asleep. He walked out of the nursery leaving the door ajar and turned on the hallway light

Chapter 4 the Journey home

Norman explained to Elliott what was about to happen next.

"You will be coming home with me, you clearly are not able to function as an adult, and need to return to a loving family environment." He says in his usual stern tone.

He began folding Nappies, he looked over at Elliott,   pulling him close, running his rough hands across Elliotts chest and tummy, causing his willy to stand to attention.

"Mmmm you've not been shaving as requested have you young man"

"No Sir" Elliott said looking at his feet, Norman gave him a hand slap across his bottom causing him to jump.

Norman grabbed Elliott by the Ear and led him to the bathroom.

"Into the bath" he commanded whilst running a sink of water. "I knew when I got here you would have been a naughty boy, but such disobedience will not go un punished."

" In our home, boys are shaven on Sundays with a straight razor" Norman left the room coming back with a small wash bag, pulling shaving cream, a brush and a straight razor, causing Elliott visible concern.

"Do you trust you Father Elliott?" He said looking at the quiverimg boy.

"Y-Yes S-Sir" Elliott Stammered.

Norman began brushing the cream over Elliott ls chest, causing him to giggle. Norman smiled.

"If you don't stand still I might make you eunach!" He says letting out a grin.

Elliott stood perfectly still, hands on his head, as Norman shaved him completely smooth.

"There we go, now you look like a proper boy!" He says looking proudly at him.

"Oh I almost forgot" with a swift movement the likes Elliott has never seen, his shaved and balled member was locked in a small metal cage.

'Now that will keep you in check", he says lifting Elliotts chin to meet his eyes. " This will keep you focused on being a good clean boy and help you focus on your education.

Education? Elliott thought to himself.

Elliott was washed, dried, rub down with baby oil and lead by the hand to his thick pile of nappies. Norman rub generous amounts of nappy cream into his bottom and talced his whole body. His nappy was brought up between his legs and pinned tightly in place - this was the first time a proper Daddy had put him in a cloth nappy!

Norman paused for a moment, and choose a gorgeous pair of yellow Gerber plastic pants, pulling them over his boys nappy.

"Oh my gosh you are perfect!" He said beaming.

Norman produced cloths from a bag that Elliott hadn't even noticed.

"Now this is how a true boy dresses"

Norman took out a beautiful pair of Navy Blue Corduroy Shorts, a soft blue cotton onesie with a Peter Pan Collar, baby blue knee socks, and a navy blue cardigan.

Elliott was dressed and led to a mirror. He couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions, embarrassment and Pride.

"Boys who still need nappies must be dressed appropriately, are you ready to become the boy you are meant too?" Norman asked.

Elliott began to cry, not tears of sadness, but of truth, of recognition. For the first time he had a proper Father, who clearly loved him. His outfit was obvious and rediculous, but he didn't care.

"Yes Father, I love it very much" Said Elliott through tears. Norman embraced him.

"My dear sweet boy" Norman held the boy, he had been here many times, but this boy was different. Normally there would be a fight, a I'm not wearing that. Followed by spanks, but not Elliott. He was a true boy.

There moment was disturbed by a loud closing of the door, and Elliott's mum calling out.

Elliott froze, it's one thing to have thos as a discussion, but how would he explain his attire to his mum?

Or his new Father?

Let alone his suspension and going to stay at Norman's for a month.

Norman took the situation by the hand, his not was coming home, maybe forever, definitely for the foreseeable future. His mother would need to understand or else.

He took Elliott by the hand and led him to the living room, stepping forward to introduce himself, Elliott stood feeling embarrassed behind him.

"Hello I'm Norman, a friend of your son's" he says holding out his hand.

"So your son as you can see is a very special boy,I believe due to the lack of an appropriate make authority figure he's in need of reparenting." He said like this was a normal conversation.

"Yes he's been sneaking and hiding nappies his whole life, something I hope he would have grown out of. Elliott's mother said awkwardly.

"Well some boys are weird differently", his attention was broken by Elliott shifting his feet.  "Are there ants in your nappy?" Norman asked sternly, causing Elliott to blush.

"No" Elliott replied

"Excuse me a second," Norman said, turning his gaze back to Elliott.

"When an Adult speaks to you what are you to do?" He says wasting no time in disciplininng his new son.

"Say Yes or No Sir" replied Elliott, his mum watching what on earth was unfolding in front of her.

"Are there ants in your Nappy Young man?" Norman said once again showing his authority.

"No Sir" Elliott blushing a deeper shade of red.

"Then there absolutely no reason for you to not stand still! Go and stand in the corner with your hands on your head. You do not distract adults when they are speaking." He said very cross.

" I'm very sorry for his behaviour, as you can see he's very much in need of discipline. You did a good enough hod I suppose, but now he needs fatherly discipline." Said Norman to Elliott's stunned mother.

"If spoke to him like that I would get a mouthful" said Elliott's mum.

Norman did not look amused, and over the next 2 hours they talked, Norman eventually had heard enough. He informed Elliotts mum of the plans, what would happen next.

Elliott had been stood in the same pose, was ordered to stand in the centre of the room  and his mother for first time watched her son get told off. By the time Norman was finished, Elliott was in tears and very apologetic.

The prepared a small bag, Elliott's favourite dummy, Teddy and a couple sleeper's. He would require nothing else. Norman had everything he would need.

He said goodbye to his mother, and was led to back of Norman's car were he was made to sit in a car seat and buckled in.

Norman gave Elliott his dummy and Bottle and set out on their journey together.

Norman, ever th educator made th journey fun, pointing out animals, plant's and tree's, telling Elliott all about them. Even their Latin names.

"It will be getting late by the time we get home, if will be dinner, then bath, bottle, story and bed" Saud Norman to a yawning boy. "I can seey boy is very tired", he says smiling watching Elliott fight to stay awake.

2 hours through country roads they came to sweet little cottage in the middle of nowhere. It looked like it had been cut from a CS Lewis novel.

"It was my aunts home" said Norman, "During the war she took in many boys, many of whom were bed wetters. I came to live here shortly after the war, my father died in the trenches and my mother died not long after. I was sent here and experienced my Aunt's traditional style of child raising." He said smiling.

"And now so will you."

Chapter 3- The breaking of the bough

Elliott lept out of bed, with an excited spring in his step.

It had been 3 weeks since taking to Norman, who now requested that he refer to him as Father or Sir. Yes it was very formal, however Norman felt Elliott required a more formal Father/Son relationship.

It has been a week of a new routine, with exception of when at work or on call Elliott was expected to be in bed and asleep by 830 pm

Other additions had been added, Elliott was now wearing tightie whities when at work, which he was subjected to regular checks. If they were clean he could wear thick training pants with plastic pants over them until bed. If dirty it was straight to the corner then into a thick cloth nappy.

He was told this is how bed wetting boys are dealt with in a traditional family setting. With Elliott being instructed to regularly sit on the potty for 10 minutes every hour.

Other changes included no longer being able to shower in the morning, sink wash and a bath at night. There were no exceptions.

Manners were no longer optional, he was a child and would treat grown ups with the respect and authority they deserved.

Elliott Padded down to his living room, making a bottle of formula and baby porridge, he sat down to watch Thomas.

Mid way through breakfast Elliott got up and squatted, making a big mess in his Nappy. Smiling happily to himself. Another change, there was no morning nappy change unless he had emptied his bowels.

After breakfast Elliott sent Father several messages including the photos of his nappy and began to get himself ready.

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In another part of Devon Norman was getting himself ready. Norman was a proud man who believed in always looking prim and proper.

Stepping from the shower he wrapped a white towel around his waist, his phone buzzed, putting his glasses on he saw the state of young Elliott's nappy. He smiled, "there's my boy, you're perfect in every way."

As he shaved his mind began to wonder, 5 years ago Norman's husband, Stanley, the love of his life had passed away. Complications from a minor procedure.

Together they had raised my boys in the traditional family style. Stanley was a stay at home husband, he cooked, cleaned, sewed, and look after their many boys.

When Stanley died a little of Norman died, it had been 5 years since their house was filled with the joy of raising boys. He couldn't bring himself too.

He thought of Elliott and smiled, thinking that he was the one, the first after all these year's.

The moment he saw Elliott he knew he was the one, the one to ignite the fires of love and traditional care that he so loved to give!

He would give Elliott the childhood he needed and craved.

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Elliott excitedly went through his morning routine, he wiped his bum, had his wash, as he didn't have work that day he was to dress appropriately.

It was Friday and as Father referred to it, a School day, he was to dress in a thick cloth nappy, clear plastic pants and his uniform. Which consisted of a sleeveless onesie, knee high socks, shirt, tie, shorts, and tank top.

He was allowed to play with his toys and watch cartoons.

Elliotts phone rang, it was his manager, there was some issue and he was required to attend a meeting immediately.

This set Elliott's anxiety off, he stripped of his nappy and uniform and got himself dressed. Sending a blunt message to Father, who was worried but also annoyed at Elliott's disrespect. He would deal with that later.

The details of the meeting were brief, Elliott was being accused of a potential serious breach of conduct. And was suspended from work pending an investigation.

He went home, slumped against the wall, sliding down it, sobbing he began to pull his hair and slap himself. Something he did when we was totally overwhelmed.

His phone lit up, Father was calling him, he busied the call, Father tried twice more before sending a message telling him to stop being rude and answer him.

Elliott called him back but was inconsolable, Norman had never heard the likes of it.

In his wailing he several times what sounded like Elliott hitting himself. He had heard enough, he said something that Elliott barely registered. Norman put the phone down and Elliott howled the place down.

Some 2 hours passed and there was Knock at the door, Elliott who had been crying for the last 2 hours, suddenly came to awareness.

He walked downstairs, looking through the glass door was a large figure, when he opened the door he was met by the most amazing suprise.

There in his doorway stood Norman, looking dapper in his suit. "Hello Master Elliott, won't you let your Father inside?"

Elliott who looked stunned let the man in, taking a step back. Norman looked the boy up and down, he looked a broken mess, he needed to save this boy and now!

"You've been a very, very naughty boy haven't you? Look at the state of you all cut and bruised." Norman said with a stern yet loving voice.

Elliott started to cry and Norman who could no longer stand it, pulled the crying boy into a long cuddle. Elliott buried his head in Norman's chest and began to sob, 30 years worth of neglect, pain and trauma. Rubbing his back and soothing him.

Once he calmed he stepped back, Elliott hadn't even questioned why Norman was there.

"I think we have things to attend to don't we young man?" He stared directly into the deepest part of Elliott. And all he could muster was the tiniest "yes sir".

"I can't hear you" Norman replied sternly.

'Yes sir" he replied.

"Take me to your room" Norman said with authority in his voice.

Elliott led him upstairs into his room creating a loud tut from Norman.

"This Room is a disgrace, how dare you disrespect your mother so" his voice boomed through the air causing Elliott to stand still. "You will clean this room immediately!" Said Norman who was so cross at the mess everywhere.

He sat on the bed and watched Elliott properly clean and tidy his room.

Norman commanded Elliott to stand Infront of him and began a very stern telling off.

"I understand you had a difficult day but that's absolutely no excuse to rude to your Father is that understood?" He says not wasting time.

"Yes Sir" Elliott knew his Father wasn't messing around.

"And you absolutely are never to hurt yourself again, am I clear?

"Yes sir" Elliott looked at his feet.

" You give me no alternative but to punish you, jeans and pants down now!" He shouted, Elliott obeyed and with a swift moment he was pulled over Norman's lap, who began to slap his bottom hard.

"You are never to punish yourself again, if you've been naughty you are to ask me for correction, is that clear"

Elliott has already begun wailing, stammered through sobs "Y-Y-Yes Sir."

After 20 rather hard smacks each cheek, Elliot was stood up stripped naked and led to neal in the corner on his knees, bottom on display, hands on his head. To think about his actions for the next 30 minutes.

When his punishment was over with, he was called to his Father's lap for a cuddle, the end of the first of many such punishments.

"How long are you suspended from work?" He asked.

"A month pending a formal investigation." Elliott replied.

"Then you are coming home with me, no questions, no exceptions." He said with authority and very matter-of-factly.

Elliott basked in the warm glow.