"Oh, Ben! What did I say?" said Margaret, as Ben and Amy came into the kitchen.
"What?" said Ben, looking surprised.
"You're filthy!" said Margaret "And you know we haven't got a bathroom at the moment!"
Ben stared at her and suddenly remembered his mother's dire warnings "No, I'm okay" he said "I'm clean underneath honest, it's just on the outside."
"I'll have to ring the Reverend" said Margaret "What about you Amy? Do you want a shower too?"
"I'm alright mum" said Amy.
"No mum, I don't need one, I'll be alright until tomorrow" pleaded Ben.
"You can't get into a clean bed in that state" said Margaret.
"I can have a wash, I don't want to go to the vicarage, can't I go to Mrs Weaver's instead" begged Ben.
"No you can't. Look, it's the vicarage or the hosepipe in the back garden" said Margaret.
"Hosepipe?" said Ben, sceptically.
"Yes" said Margaret "You get stripped off and we'll hose you down in the back garden, the water'll be cold, but..."
"No!" said Ben "I'm not going in the garden naked!"
"Alright then, it'll have to be the vicarage" said Margaret.
"No, I'm not going there. Mum, really I'm clean, I promise" insisted Ben.
Margaret opened the cutlery drawer and pulled out her wooden spoon "Do you want to go to the vicarage with a sore bottom?" she asked menacingly, waving the spoon at him.
"No, I don't want to go at all. Please mum..." he whined.
"You were warned Benedict. I warned you. I told you to stay clean, and I told you what was going to happen if you didn't. So you've got two choices my boy - either get stripped off and into the garden, or you go to the vicarage. If you haven't made a decision in three seconds you'll get a spanking before you go and I might just not bother to pull your trousers back up before I drag you there" said Margaret.
Ben just stared at her. He didn't want to go to the vicarage, but at least there he'd have a bathroom, with a door, here he'd be starkers in the back garden for anyone to see.
"One... Two..." began Margaret.
"Okay! The vicarage then" he said reluctantly.
"I'll get a bag ready for you, and if you give the Reverend or his wife any trouble I'll be using this" she said waving the spoon at him threateningly "When you get back."
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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