WILLIAM ANDREW PHILLIP BODIE
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Adult +
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4
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WILLIAM ANDREW PHILLIP BODIE
LITTLE BILLY BODIE by Debs
Rated: G
Fandom: The Professionals
Pairings: None
Feedback: Pretty pretty please! Criticism is more than welcome, flaming is not!
Warnings: None
Summary: This story is based on Bodie’s four names at different stages of his life.
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me and I promise to return them only slightly worn also I do not make any money from my fic, it’s purely for pleasure.
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LITTLE BILLY BODIE by Debs
Little Billy Bodie looked down at his best clothes and grimaced. The other boys will tease me if they see me dressed like this he thought glumly. His mother was taking him into town today to get his new school uniform and he was not looking forward to it. She’d dressed him in his “Sunday Best” as she always called it and had warned him strictly not to get dirty.
He was sure he could see himself in his shoes they were so shiny. The elastic in his socks was new so they would not fall down no matter how hard he stamped his feet. The shorts were pressed and the shirt ironed. The tie was annoying him and he knew why his father hated the “damn” things he thought giggling at the bad word.
“What are you giggling at William?” His mother demanded from her room where she was still getting ready for them to go.
“Nothing Mummy.” He replied running his hands through his short hair. It was far shorter then he usually wore it but he liked it. It made him look more like Daddy. They’d cut off his curly locks last week cause he was going to “big school” soon and he was a big boy now, Daddy said so and Daddy’s never told fibs. He hated it when Mummy called him “curly locks”. His hair was not really curly, just wavy. His friend Raymond had real curls and the girls loved them, which Raymond hated. Billy giggled again. Raymond was two years older then Billy so he knew everything!
Raymond already went to school and he’d told Billy all about it. It sounded like fun and he was anxious to go. “But first I’ve got to go shopping with Mummy!” He thought resigned to his fate. He’d much rather be out playing football with Raymond and George and Michael Murphy. They were much more fun but Mummy had warned him not to get dirty or Daddy would paddle his behind for him. Billy was in no hurry for Daddy to do that again. It had hurt last time.
He’d said a bad word and Daddy had heard him. First he’d sent Billy to his room and then given him a stern talking to and then paddled his behind. Billy had screamed and yelled. Fought and wriggled but it did no good. He’d had to lie on his stomach in bed that night.
He was dragged from his thoughts by a knock on the front door. Hesitantly he looked out the small window and saw Raymond and Michael standing there. They had a football with them. Carefully so Mummy would not hear them he opened the door.
“Come out to play Billy?” Ray asked hopefully holding up the football.
“Can’t,” Billy said shaking his head reluctantly. “Mummy and me are going shopping for my school clothes and I’m not to get dirty.” He explained and was surprised when his friends said nothing about the way he was dressed.
“Oh come on!” Raymond whined. “We’re only gonna kick it around. It’s not a real game.” Billy glanced back and heard mummy singing to herself. She’d be ages yet. He was torn. He wanted to play with his friends but he’d been given strict instructions not to get dirty.
“OK but we can’t be long.” He decided and slipped out of the house.
Billy lined up the football and drew back his foot to kick it. Raymond, George, Michael, Susan and Betty were all lined up opposite him to try to stop the ball. Usually he didn’t like girls much but Susan and Betty weren’t really girls, they were part of the gang.
“William Andrew Phillip Bodie, just what do you think you’re doing?” At his mother’s shriek he missed the kick and lost the game.
Billy turned to face his enraged mother and the others all scattered. He’d have liked to run himself. She was very very mad at him.
“Hi Mum!” He said cheerily but it was not going to work.
“Don’t you ‘Hi Mum’ me you naughty boy.” She brushed dirt off his shirt and straightened the tie. “I told you specifically not to get dirty and look at you.” Billy looked down at his once pristine clothes and bit his lip. I’m in trouble now he thought
“Get in that house this instant.” Mrs. Bodie said and slapped him hard on the behind as Billy tried to dash past her. His bottom lip quivered. Mummy hit nearly as hard as Daddy did.
“Those tears are not going to work William!” she slapped him again “get to your room right now.” His mother glared at him. “We can’t go shopping now, you’re filthy again.” Billy scampered. He knew better than to hang around when mummy was mad at him.
When Daddy got home later in the afternoon Billy could hear them screaming at each other downstairs. He hated it when they fought and it was always about him so it seemed.
He jumped at the knock at his door. Daddy came in and stood there. Billy dropped his eyes. He couldn’t look at his father.
“William!” Slowly Billy looked up at Daddy and saw him smile. It was OK. “Come on” Daddy sat on the bed and sat Billy beside him so they could talk.
“You’ve got to do as Mummy says Will. You know she gets mad if you don’t” Billy nodded sadly.
“OK Daddy, I’ll be good.” His Daddy gave him kiss good night and tucked him in.
“I know you’re a good boy Billy.” Daddy turned off the light “good night son.”
“Night Daddy!” Billy said and went to sleep. He’d be good tomorrow.
Rated: G
Fandom: The Professionals
Pairings: None
Feedback: Pretty pretty please! Criticism is more than welcome, flaming is not!
Warnings: None
Summary: This story is based on Bodie’s four names at different stages of his life.
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me and I promise to return them only slightly worn also I do not make any money from my fic, it’s purely for pleasure.
________________________________________
LITTLE BILLY BODIE by Debs
Little Billy Bodie looked down at his best clothes and grimaced. The other boys will tease me if they see me dressed like this he thought glumly. His mother was taking him into town today to get his new school uniform and he was not looking forward to it. She’d dressed him in his “Sunday Best” as she always called it and had warned him strictly not to get dirty.
He was sure he could see himself in his shoes they were so shiny. The elastic in his socks was new so they would not fall down no matter how hard he stamped his feet. The shorts were pressed and the shirt ironed. The tie was annoying him and he knew why his father hated the “damn” things he thought giggling at the bad word.
“What are you giggling at William?” His mother demanded from her room where she was still getting ready for them to go.
“Nothing Mummy.” He replied running his hands through his short hair. It was far shorter then he usually wore it but he liked it. It made him look more like Daddy. They’d cut off his curly locks last week cause he was going to “big school” soon and he was a big boy now, Daddy said so and Daddy’s never told fibs. He hated it when Mummy called him “curly locks”. His hair was not really curly, just wavy. His friend Raymond had real curls and the girls loved them, which Raymond hated. Billy giggled again. Raymond was two years older then Billy so he knew everything!
Raymond already went to school and he’d told Billy all about it. It sounded like fun and he was anxious to go. “But first I’ve got to go shopping with Mummy!” He thought resigned to his fate. He’d much rather be out playing football with Raymond and George and Michael Murphy. They were much more fun but Mummy had warned him not to get dirty or Daddy would paddle his behind for him. Billy was in no hurry for Daddy to do that again. It had hurt last time.
He’d said a bad word and Daddy had heard him. First he’d sent Billy to his room and then given him a stern talking to and then paddled his behind. Billy had screamed and yelled. Fought and wriggled but it did no good. He’d had to lie on his stomach in bed that night.
He was dragged from his thoughts by a knock on the front door. Hesitantly he looked out the small window and saw Raymond and Michael standing there. They had a football with them. Carefully so Mummy would not hear them he opened the door.
“Come out to play Billy?” Ray asked hopefully holding up the football.
“Can’t,” Billy said shaking his head reluctantly. “Mummy and me are going shopping for my school clothes and I’m not to get dirty.” He explained and was surprised when his friends said nothing about the way he was dressed.
“Oh come on!” Raymond whined. “We’re only gonna kick it around. It’s not a real game.” Billy glanced back and heard mummy singing to herself. She’d be ages yet. He was torn. He wanted to play with his friends but he’d been given strict instructions not to get dirty.
“OK but we can’t be long.” He decided and slipped out of the house.
Billy lined up the football and drew back his foot to kick it. Raymond, George, Michael, Susan and Betty were all lined up opposite him to try to stop the ball. Usually he didn’t like girls much but Susan and Betty weren’t really girls, they were part of the gang.
“William Andrew Phillip Bodie, just what do you think you’re doing?” At his mother’s shriek he missed the kick and lost the game.
Billy turned to face his enraged mother and the others all scattered. He’d have liked to run himself. She was very very mad at him.
“Hi Mum!” He said cheerily but it was not going to work.
“Don’t you ‘Hi Mum’ me you naughty boy.” She brushed dirt off his shirt and straightened the tie. “I told you specifically not to get dirty and look at you.” Billy looked down at his once pristine clothes and bit his lip. I’m in trouble now he thought
“Get in that house this instant.” Mrs. Bodie said and slapped him hard on the behind as Billy tried to dash past her. His bottom lip quivered. Mummy hit nearly as hard as Daddy did.
“Those tears are not going to work William!” she slapped him again “get to your room right now.” His mother glared at him. “We can’t go shopping now, you’re filthy again.” Billy scampered. He knew better than to hang around when mummy was mad at him.
When Daddy got home later in the afternoon Billy could hear them screaming at each other downstairs. He hated it when they fought and it was always about him so it seemed.
He jumped at the knock at his door. Daddy came in and stood there. Billy dropped his eyes. He couldn’t look at his father.
“William!” Slowly Billy looked up at Daddy and saw him smile. It was OK. “Come on” Daddy sat on the bed and sat Billy beside him so they could talk.
“You’ve got to do as Mummy says Will. You know she gets mad if you don’t” Billy nodded sadly.
“OK Daddy, I’ll be good.” His Daddy gave him kiss good night and tucked him in.
“I know you’re a good boy Billy.” Daddy turned off the light “good night son.”
“Night Daddy!” Billy said and went to sleep. He’d be good tomorrow.