Leave It To Beaver: The Lost Episode by Big John
Scene: a typical night in the Cleaver household. Ward sitting
in his easy chair reading the paper, June sitting at the end of
the couch doing some mending, and the boys, Wally and Beaver,
are sitting on the floor watching TV. The big mantle clock strikes
"Boys, it's eight o'clock, time for bed," Ward said, folding
"OK, Dad," Wally said.
"Gee, Dad," Beaver whined, "do we have to go right now? Tomorrow's
Saturday and there's no school or anything."
"You heard your father, Beaver," June said with just a hint
"OK, Mom," Beaver said. "Gee!"
The boys got up and turned the TV off and headed for the stairs.
"Goodnight, boys!" June called after them.
"Goodnight, Mom, goodnight, Dad."
"Goodnight, fellas," Ward answered with a fond chuckle, puffing
clouds of cherry-scented smoke from his briar pipe.
Scene: Wally and Beaver start up the stairs.
"I get the bathroom first," Wally announced.
"No you don't, it's my turn to go first," Beaver protested.
"You went first this morning, remember?" Wally rolled his eyes.
"For crying out loud, Beav, whaddaya do in there all that time?"
"Oh yeah, you're right, Wally," Beaver said, blank-faced with
innocence. "Well, at least let me get Billy out of the sink."
"Billy's in the sink?" Wally rolled his eyes again. "Why'd ya
put your frog in the sink?"
Beaver shrugged. "Because he was getting tired of being in my
"You little goof-ball! Next time put him in the bathtub, there's
"Gee, I never thought of that, thanks Wally."
Scene: downstairs. As the bedroom door slams shut upstairs,
Ward looks over the top of his paper and says "Your roast was
excellent tonight, dear."
"Why, thank you, Ward. I was in the kitchen all afternoon,"
June replied without looking up from her sewing.
"The boys and I could tell you put a lot of time into it. Even
Beaver said something."
"Well, I'm glad everyone enjoyed it, the only bad thing is that
there's still a sink full of dishes and a kitchen to be cleaned
"Well" Ward said, never lifting his eyes from his paper, "soon
as you're finished with your mending over there I suggest you
get busy. Those dishes aren't going to get washed and put away
June said nothing but continued to darn the socks laying on
the couch next to her. Fifteen minutes later she said "Well, that's
done for another week." As she put the socks and sewing kit into
a basket she continued "Let me go change my clothes and get the
dishes taken care of."
"All right, dear," Ward responded absently, engrossed in the
paper. It was right about the time Ward started reading the financial
section. He was deeply engrossed in how well his stocks did that
day, so engrossed in fact that he barely heard his wife come into
the room. June, having changed her plain cotton housedress and
slippers for a black leather mini skirt, bra top and thigh high
boots, slowly walked over to Ward who was only distantly aware
of his wife's prescence. As she quietly fastened a three inch
wide leather slave collar around Ward's neck he asked "Is it time?"
never missing a word in the article he was reading.
"Yes dear, it's time," June cooed as she snapped a leash onto
the now locked collar. She tugged sharply on the leash and snapped
"Come along!" in a firm, almost harsh voice.
Ward put the paper down, rose to his feet, placed his hands
behind his back and held them there as his wife led him through
the house and into their bedroom. June settled regally on the
end of the bed and watched as Ward stripped off everything and
put it all away. In a matter of moments Ward was standing in front
of June totally naked, hands behind his back and head bowed in
a posture of humility.
"Are you keeping your legs and body completely hairless like
I commanded?" June asked, sweeping his body with a disdainful
"Yes Mistress June," Ward said humbly, his gaze cast meekly
to the floor.
"Get over here and let me inspect you! If I find so much as
one hair, well, you'll be sorry." June ran her hands up and down
Wards legs and over his chest, hoping to find at least one hair.
Somewhat disappointed she said, "Not too bad. Make sure your body
After looking him up and down one more time June said "We're
in need of a maid tonight, so that's how I'm going to dress you.
Your uniform and things are over there on the chair." Ward quietly
answered "Yes, Mistress June," and walked over to inspect the
things that his Mistress expected him to wear that evening. Sifting
throught the pile of frilly things he found some black lace panties,
bra, garterbelt, black seamed stockings, the embarrasingly short
maids uniform and a pair of black spike- heeled shoes. June sat
silently as she watched Ward dress himself. As he was finishing
up and stepping into the high heels June said, "You'd better hurry
along Ward, you've got a mountain of dishes and a kitchen to clean
up before the company arrives."
"C-company Mistress June?"
"That's right Ward, guests. I invited the Rutherfords over for
drinks, it's Fred's birthday today. I found out from talking with
Martha that Fred gets a bit turned on when he see's a nice pair
of legs wearing some beautifully high heels. That's why I put
you in those 5 inch spikes. Thought I'd give Fred a little birthday
present and let him get a big old hard on watching you mince around
in those all night. As I recall, the last time he saw you like
this you were wearing just a plain old pair of little mid heeled
pumps, and those kept him horney most of the night. I can hardly
wait to see what he does tonight. My little slave may have her
June took a few seconds to inspect Ward's, uniform. Picking
up a riding crop and slapping it menacingly against the palm of
her hand she said "now tell me, what do you think of my idea?
Since you're his business partner it's only fair that YOU be the
one to turn him on a little. If it means you spending the night
perched on a pair of uncomfortably high heels, well, so be it,
"Yes Mistress June," a rather submissive Ward replied. "I think
it's a great idea."
"I knew you'd see things my way," she chuckled. "Now march your
ass out to the kitchen and get busy! They'll be here soon!" Ward
minced off to the kitchen and June went into the living room and
made herself comfortable in Ward's easy chair. It wasn't very
long before June heard a very loud 'crash' come from the kitchen.
"Shit, what'd that sissy do now?"
When June entered the kitchen she saw Ward squatting down in
the middle of the floor, busily picking up the broken shards of
what used to be a platter.
"That was my grandmother's serving platter!" June shrieked.
"I-I-I'm sorry June, er Mistresss June," a now very scared Ward
replied "I was drying it and it just slipped out ....."
"QUIET!" June shouted very angrily. After taking a few seconds
to compose herself she said through gritted teeth, "Get this mess
cleaned up! I'm going back into the other room where there's no
sniveling bitches to distract me and think up a suitable punishment
"Yes Mistress June" Ward replied meekly.
"Shit! If it isn't the fucking kids it's the sissy boy giving
me problems," June's voice trailed off as she left the kitchen.
It took Ward a little over a half hour to completely clean up
the kitchen and put everything away. Ward paused for a second
before entering the living room and hoped that his wife's anger
has cooled off a little. Finally, after mustering up a little
courage, he entered the room.
"I'm done in the kitchen, Mistress June."
Without looking up from her paper she said, "Did you get some
chips and dip and some other snacky stuff ready?"
"No, Mistress June," Ward said, gulping.
"Well, you'd better get back in there and do it. They'll be
Just as Ward was about to leave the room June said, "A woman's
work is never done, is it Ward?"
"No, Mistress June!" Ward answered with fervent agreement.
He just got the last of the snacks ready when the door bell
rang. "Ward! Answer the door!" June called out. Ward minced to
the front door, opened it and allowed the Rutherfords to come
in, wishing the floor would open to swallow him.
"Why, Ward! You're looking very cute tonight," Martha Rutherford
said teasingly, her matronly face transformed by a wicked smile.
Blushing, Ward replied, "Thank you, Mrs Rutherford."
Following his wife in was Fred Rutherford, who halted to give
Ward a lingering glance. "Ward old man, you look pretty hot tonight.
"Thank you Mr Rutherford" Ward answered, turning beet red. He
followed the guests into the living room.
"Martha, Fred," June said "glad you could make it. Come in and
have a seat. Make yourselves comfortable while Ward gets you something
to drink." Martha, Fred and June sat and talked and joked, while
June kept Ward busy tending to their drinks and making sure there
was enough to eat. As the evening progressed, Fred very rarely
took his eyes off Ward's legs and shoes. It wasn't long before
there was a noticeable bulge in his pants. When there was a lull
in the conversation June said, "You know folks, I've got a bit
of a problem. Shortly before you arrived Ward broke a serving
platter that belonged to my grandmother. My problem is how should
properly punish Ward so she won't do anything like that again?"
With a chuckle Martha quipped, "Looks like my Fred here has
a little problem too. Look at that bulge!" She pointed at his
"Did Ward do that to you Fred?" June asked with mock sympathy.
"Well, yes" Fred replied clearing his throat, "it's the shoes
I'm afraid. Seeing him mince around all night in those beautiful
heels... Well, I can't help myself."
"Ward! Get your sissy ass in here NOW!" June barked. Ward entered,
setting down another bowl of chips with a hopeful glance. Realizing
by the snickering of their guests that more was wanted than a
replenishment of snack food, he whispered, "Yes, Mistress June?"
"We've got two items of business to take care of," June stated.
"First is the matter of the platter you broke, and the other is
what you did to poor Fred."
A little puzzled Ward said, "What did I do to Mr. Rutherford?"
"Just look at his crotch and you'll see!" June said firmly.
'The man comes here as a guest, happy and content, and now look
at him, he's so horney he could burst! You're not only a clumsy
bitch, but a slutty cockteaser too!"
"What are you going to do with him, June?" Martha asked eagerly
as she tackled taking off Freds pants and shorts.
"I don't know, but I think I'm getting an idea. Fred, you and
Ward share a private office, don't you?"
"Why yes, June, we do. Completely private, no windows or anything.
Ward and I wanted it that way so we wouldn't be disturbed."
"Excellent" June purred as she smiled wickedly. "Alright, here's
what's going to happen. Ward, from now on, you will no longer
wear underwear or socks. Instead, you'll be wearing pretty little
panties and pantyhose. Some days I might let you be a real sexy
and wear a garterbelt and nylons. In your briefcase you'll be
carrying those pretty little shoes you have on now. When Fred
gets into the office you'll have his coffee waiting for him and
you'll serve it to him, wearing only your new lingerie and heels.
Since Fred likes those shoes so much, you'll remain in those pumps
ALL DAY long. If he should get a hard on it'll be your job to
take care of it for him."
"Great idea, June" Martha said, "but that still leaves the problem
poor Fred has now. Look how big and hard he is!" Martha slowly
stroked Fred's cock for a few seconds before June spoke up.
"Ward, go over and kneel down in front of Fred."
Ward slowly went over to the couch and sank to his knees.
"Look at what you did to Fred," June said severely.
Martha sneered. "You ought to be ashamed of yourself, Ward Cleaver,
acting like a whore just to get my husband horney. You're nothing
but a cockteaser, that's what you are," Martha told Ward angrily.
"Apologize to Fred for what you did. Tell him what you are and
that you're sorry," June ordered.
Ward hesitated for a moment, but then the words finally came
out. "I'm sorry, Mr. Rutherford. I'm nothing but a sleazy little
cocksucker and am truly sorry for acting the way I did."
"That's a good start, Ward," June said "Show Fred how sincere
you are. Go sit next to him. Put one arm around his neck and the
other hand on his cock. Sing him a chorus of "I Want to be Loved
by You" as you slowly stroke his dick. When you're done singing
bend down and let your mouth finish the job your hand started."
Scene: the boys' darkened bedroom upstairs.
"Hey Wally, you awake?" Beaver whispered.
Wally rolled over with a rustle of sheets. "Yeah Beav, wadda
"I think I hear someone singing."
"Yeah, sounds like Dad singing again."
"It must be funny cause I hear Mom and Mrs Rutherford laughing,
but who's that moaning?"
"Oh, that must be Mr. Rutherford, I guess he don't know the
"Gee, that's too bad, Wally, sounds like he's missing out on
"Yeah. Goodnight, Beav."