This story is about the time I spent my summer holidays with
my
Aunt, because my mother who worked as a travel agent had the
opportunity to work abroad and needed some one to look after me so I
didn't get into trouble, I was 15 at the time and almost 16.
The conversation I didn't hear took place when mum went to visit her
sister Sally, after she'd found out about working in Greece for six
weeks, as I wasn't there, I imagine it went something like this.
"Sally, I hate to ask you this but could you look after Thomas for
me, over the school holidays, he's been a bit of a problem lately,
cheeky, won't go to bed at a decent time, the usual, really and I
couldn't trust him on his own, I don't want to miss this
opportunity and your so good with children."
" If I agree, then he's under my rules, I won't put up with cheek
and he's not too big to be put to bed with a smacked bottom, I’ll
expect him to help me as well, but I'd wouldn't mind the company, I'm
a bit lonely since the girls left home and there's plenty to do around
the place."
(The place was a small holding on the Fens that her husband had given
her as part of a painful divorce and she was coming close to 50 but
still extremely strong as I was to find out.)
Then mum said," this is a giant favour Sal, he breaks up next
Friday, can I bring him then and I shall be off on the Saturday, and
when he's with you, he’s under your rules, I'll explain that to him
and make sure he has money and all the clothes he'll need so it won't
put you out of pocket."
At the time I had stopped wearing pyjamas but mum didn't mention that
for some reason to Sally.
The final week of school passed and I promised mum that I would be a
good boy when I was at Sally’s, and so I arrived at 2 'o' clock with
my two suitcases.
Mum had a cup of tea with Aunty, and then she left with a good-bye kiss
and gave a small envelope to Aunty to pay towards my keep.
When she'd gone the first thing Sally said was," while your here you
will call me Aunt Sally or Aunty, now let's get you unpacked, follow
me."
I followed her upstairs to a bedroom at the back of the house, which
was just as her daughter now at university, had left but as she was
travelling abroad over the summer was free for me to use.
The room was wall papered in a very girly way with flowers and
teddy bears sat on the bedroom furniture, the curtains were pink and
the bed itself had fluffy white frilly pillows to match a frilly
white cover.
The two suitcases were placed on the bed and my clothes were taken
out and put into drawers or hung up, when the last of them were out
and put away, Sally said," where are your pyjamas!” in a cross voice.
I said," Sally, I don't wear pyjamas, I don't like them and I
haven't brought any."
Aunty replied, " I told you down stairs it's Aunt Sally or Aunty,
and now your giving me this nonsense, you will wear what I want you
to wear not what you want TO WEAR, DO YOU UNDERSTAND, IF YOU DON'T
YOU WILL IN A MINUTE, THE VERY IDEA SLEEPING WITHOUT NIGHT
CHLOTHES, WAIT HERE," all this was said in a very loud voice and I
could see she was very angry.
Aunty left the room and came back a few minutes later with pink and
blue things under her arm," stand up and let's see if these will
fit."
I did as I was told, and Aunty put the clothes on the bed, I
could see now that they were a pair of blue and pink girls
pyjamas, made of what I was later to know as winceyette with flowers of
the opposite colour on each, also Aunty placed a nightdress on the
bed which was a soft yellow and had frilly cuffs and a lacy
neck, it seemed to have a lot of buttons as well.
Aunty held the jackets and trousers of the pyjamas against me and
said," these will do fine, a little bit big but nice and
comfortable, the nightdress you will wear when you’re particularly
naughty, I hope you like it,"
All I could say to this turn of events was," please Aunty, I don't
want to wear these, can’t we buy some pyjamas tomorrow, and I'm never
going to wear that silly nightdress!"
The next thing that happened was totally unexpected in it's speed,
Aunty turned me around and pushed me face down on the bed, with one
hand she held me and with the other pulled off my shoes, then my
trousers and underpants, then she pulled me up and removed the shirt I
was wearing, saying, "you are a cheeky naughty boy, well you'll soon be
in bed and if your lucky it's a 5 'o' clock bed time for you for the
next week!!"
She then tried to put the nightdress on me but I resisted and she
couldn't get the neck over my head but she countered by pulling me
over her knee and began a very hard and fast spanking,” I TOLD YOUR
MOTHER SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! THAT YOU WEREN'T TOO BIG FOR A SPANKING
AND AN EARLY BEDTIME, YOU’LL WEAR THAT NIGHTDRESS AND YOU'LL STAY IN IT
TOMORROW SMACKS! SMACK! SMACK!
At first I tried to be brave but after a good 10 minutes my bottom was
glowing red all over and Aunty guessed my rebellion was almost over,
so she stood me up and this time managed to get the garment over my
head, pulled the hem down which touched the floor and pulled the
sleeves down, then she told me to do up the buttons to the neck, I did
as I was told, and it felt very soft on my body.
"Yes it suits you, a winceyette nightdress is just the thing for a
naughty boy to go to an early bed in but to make sure you've learnt
to do as your told, your going to get a hairbrush over that naughty
bottom," and she dragged me by the ear to her bedroom picking up
the brush off the dressing table, sitting down on the bed and pulling
me over her knee again and began slapping my winceyette clad bottom
with the brush before lifting the hem to continue my bare bottom
punishment.
"SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! I HOPE YOUR LEARNING A LESSON YOU WON'T FORGET!"
Finally it was finished and Aunty took me back to my bedroom, pulled back the
bedclothes and ordered me into bed, then she put the covers to my
neck and drew the curtains on a fine summer day.
As she left the room, she told me I could come down for tea at 5 but
I would be going back to bed afterwards and when she came for me at
just before 5 'o' clock she gave me a dressing gown and slippers to
wear downstairs but I was back in bed at 5:30 for a long night.
Aunt, because my mother who worked as a travel agent had the
opportunity to work abroad and needed some one to look after me so I
didn't get into trouble, I was 15 at the time and almost 16.
The conversation I didn't hear took place when mum went to visit her
sister Sally, after she'd found out about working in Greece for six
weeks, as I wasn't there, I imagine it went something like this.
"Sally, I hate to ask you this but could you look after Thomas for
me, over the school holidays, he's been a bit of a problem lately,
cheeky, won't go to bed at a decent time, the usual, really and I
couldn't trust him on his own, I don't want to miss this
opportunity and your so good with children."
" If I agree, then he's under my rules, I won't put up with cheek
and he's not too big to be put to bed with a smacked bottom, I’ll
expect him to help me as well, but I'd wouldn't mind the company, I'm
a bit lonely since the girls left home and there's plenty to do around
the place."
(The place was a small holding on the Fens that her husband had given
her as part of a painful divorce and she was coming close to 50 but
still extremely strong as I was to find out.)
Then mum said," this is a giant favour Sal, he breaks up next
Friday, can I bring him then and I shall be off on the Saturday, and
when he's with you, he’s under your rules, I'll explain that to him
and make sure he has money and all the clothes he'll need so it won't
put you out of pocket."
At the time I had stopped wearing pyjamas but mum didn't mention that
for some reason to Sally.
The final week of school passed and I promised mum that I would be a
good boy when I was at Sally’s, and so I arrived at 2 'o' clock with
my two suitcases.
Mum had a cup of tea with Aunty, and then she left with a good-bye kiss
and gave a small envelope to Aunty to pay towards my keep.
When she'd gone the first thing Sally said was," while your here you
will call me Aunt Sally or Aunty, now let's get you unpacked, follow
me."
I followed her upstairs to a bedroom at the back of the house, which
was just as her daughter now at university, had left but as she was
travelling abroad over the summer was free for me to use.
The room was wall papered in a very girly way with flowers and
teddy bears sat on the bedroom furniture, the curtains were pink and
the bed itself had fluffy white frilly pillows to match a frilly
white cover.
The two suitcases were placed on the bed and my clothes were taken
out and put into drawers or hung up, when the last of them were out
and put away, Sally said," where are your pyjamas!” in a cross voice.
I said," Sally, I don't wear pyjamas, I don't like them and I
haven't brought any."
Aunty replied, " I told you down stairs it's Aunt Sally or Aunty,
and now your giving me this nonsense, you will wear what I want you
to wear not what you want TO WEAR, DO YOU UNDERSTAND, IF YOU DON'T
YOU WILL IN A MINUTE, THE VERY IDEA SLEEPING WITHOUT NIGHT
CHLOTHES, WAIT HERE," all this was said in a very loud voice and I
could see she was very angry.
Aunty left the room and came back a few minutes later with pink and
blue things under her arm," stand up and let's see if these will
fit."
I did as I was told, and Aunty put the clothes on the bed, I
could see now that they were a pair of blue and pink girls
pyjamas, made of what I was later to know as winceyette with flowers of
the opposite colour on each, also Aunty placed a nightdress on the
bed which was a soft yellow and had frilly cuffs and a lacy
neck, it seemed to have a lot of buttons as well.
Aunty held the jackets and trousers of the pyjamas against me and
said," these will do fine, a little bit big but nice and
comfortable, the nightdress you will wear when you’re particularly
naughty, I hope you like it,"
All I could say to this turn of events was," please Aunty, I don't
want to wear these, can’t we buy some pyjamas tomorrow, and I'm never
going to wear that silly nightdress!"
The next thing that happened was totally unexpected in it's speed,
Aunty turned me around and pushed me face down on the bed, with one
hand she held me and with the other pulled off my shoes, then my
trousers and underpants, then she pulled me up and removed the shirt I
was wearing, saying, "you are a cheeky naughty boy, well you'll soon be
in bed and if your lucky it's a 5 'o' clock bed time for you for the
next week!!"
She then tried to put the nightdress on me but I resisted and she
couldn't get the neck over my head but she countered by pulling me
over her knee and began a very hard and fast spanking,” I TOLD YOUR
MOTHER SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! THAT YOU WEREN'T TOO BIG FOR A SPANKING
AND AN EARLY BEDTIME, YOU’LL WEAR THAT NIGHTDRESS AND YOU'LL STAY IN IT
TOMORROW SMACKS! SMACK! SMACK!
At first I tried to be brave but after a good 10 minutes my bottom was
glowing red all over and Aunty guessed my rebellion was almost over,
so she stood me up and this time managed to get the garment over my
head, pulled the hem down which touched the floor and pulled the
sleeves down, then she told me to do up the buttons to the neck, I did
as I was told, and it felt very soft on my body.
"Yes it suits you, a winceyette nightdress is just the thing for a
naughty boy to go to an early bed in but to make sure you've learnt
to do as your told, your going to get a hairbrush over that naughty
bottom," and she dragged me by the ear to her bedroom picking up
the brush off the dressing table, sitting down on the bed and pulling
me over her knee again and began slapping my winceyette clad bottom
with the brush before lifting the hem to continue my bare bottom
punishment.
"SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! I HOPE YOUR LEARNING A LESSON YOU WON'T FORGET!"
Finally it was finished and Aunty took me back to my bedroom, pulled back the
bedclothes and ordered me into bed, then she put the covers to my
neck and drew the curtains on a fine summer day.
As she left the room, she told me I could come down for tea at 5 but
I would be going back to bed afterwards and when she came for me at
just before 5 'o' clock she gave me a dressing gown and slippers to
wear downstairs but I was back in bed at 5:30 for a long night.
As I lay in bed, I thought about what Aunty had told me over
my
tea, that I would have to wear the nightdress all next day which
meant I would be helping her with housework inside, while she would do
some things outside, all was to be explained next day but under no
circumstances was I to leave the bedroom without her permission apart
from a toilet visit and I must await her presence the next morning to
leave my bed.
She also confirmed the one-week sentence of a five ' o' clock bedtime
although I would be prepared for bed considerably earlier as was her
wish, only regretting the limited amount of appropriate nightwear
available to me.
The sun shone through the thin curtains and I had to lay on my side,
as the spanking I had received earlier had made my very red bottom
throb against the soft winceyette of the nightie, which I tucked up
to protect my rear. This wasn't my first introduction to an early
bedtime though.
My own mother had a been a firm advocate of this form of discipline
and until I was 13, like most of my friends I could find myself being
warned whilst I was out that," it's bed for you the minute I get you
home, I can't wait to get you into your pyjamas, you naughty boy!"
If we were at home then she would usually just appear with my
pyjamas, undress me and drag me up to bed and there I stayed for the
night, unlike some of my friends who had much shorter sentences of a
few hours.
This could happen for any number of reasons but usually it was
because of a complaint from a friends mum, or for misbehaviour while
shopping but in one respect Mother was more kind than some of my
friends' mothers, she never deliberately let others see me in my
pyjamas.
I can still remember, calling on a friend to play out and he
answered the door in his pyjamas at 1 'o' clock in the afternoon,
with his mother in the background saying," tell Thomas, why you
can't play out," and he had to tearfully blurt out," because I'm
going to bed for the day,"
and then she told him to say goodnight and close the door.
I watched from the other side of the road as his mother closed his
bedroom curtains and felt very sorry for him, but this was the late
1960's and children were punished more readily, I'm sure now many
years later that some mothers loved discipline their children this way
because it kept them small, when the world was changing so quickly
and others just loved the feeling of control, I have the feeling that
Aunt Sally was one of these. My own mother abandoned early bedtimes
when I was more or less 13, preferring financial sanctions and began
a new career in a more or less new industry as a travel agent.
Eventually I fell asleep, but awoke with moonlight shining through
the window, so I knew it was quite late and as I couldn't hear Aunty
moving around or her television on, I assumed she had gone to bed,
so I decided I could safely look out the window at the stars, a very
rare sight where I came from, so I got out of bed and took off the
frightful nightdress as a further act of rebellion.
I stood by the curtains and looked out at the stars, for which the
Fens are well known, when suddenly, after at the most, 5 minutes,
the bedroom door flew open and the light was switched on, there stood
Aunty," WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING OUT OF BED AT 12 'O' CLOCK AT
NIGHT, HOW DARE YOU REMOVE YOUR NIGHTDRESS, I HEARD A CREAK, I KNEW
YOU WERE UP TO SOMETHING, WELL YOU’RE GOING TO BE VERY SORRY!"
And she approached me, wearing a voluminous white Victorian
nightdress billowing in her wake, picking up my nightdress, she
turned it quickly to the right side and forced it back on to me and
then dragged me to her bedroom, telling me on the way," YOUVE LEARNT
NOTHING FROM TODAY, WELL FROM NOW ON, YOU WILL LEARN, NAUGHTY BOY!”
Picking up the hairbrush from her dressing table she placed
me over her knee and lifted the hem of my nightdress to lay into the
still pink cheeks of my bottom, holding me fast with one leg to stop
my wriggling, she was a very strong woman, and she began my spanking.
"SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! , DONT YOU EVER DISOBEY ME AGAIN, SLAP! SLAP! I'LL
HAVE MORE TO SAY ABOUT THIS TOMORROW BUT YOU WILL BE IN YOUR BED A
LONG TIME BEFORE 5,SLAP! SLAP! " And on and on it went till eventually
she tucked me back into bed.
tea, that I would have to wear the nightdress all next day which
meant I would be helping her with housework inside, while she would do
some things outside, all was to be explained next day but under no
circumstances was I to leave the bedroom without her permission apart
from a toilet visit and I must await her presence the next morning to
leave my bed.
She also confirmed the one-week sentence of a five ' o' clock bedtime
although I would be prepared for bed considerably earlier as was her
wish, only regretting the limited amount of appropriate nightwear
available to me.
The sun shone through the thin curtains and I had to lay on my side,
as the spanking I had received earlier had made my very red bottom
throb against the soft winceyette of the nightie, which I tucked up
to protect my rear. This wasn't my first introduction to an early
bedtime though.
My own mother had a been a firm advocate of this form of discipline
and until I was 13, like most of my friends I could find myself being
warned whilst I was out that," it's bed for you the minute I get you
home, I can't wait to get you into your pyjamas, you naughty boy!"
If we were at home then she would usually just appear with my
pyjamas, undress me and drag me up to bed and there I stayed for the
night, unlike some of my friends who had much shorter sentences of a
few hours.
This could happen for any number of reasons but usually it was
because of a complaint from a friends mum, or for misbehaviour while
shopping but in one respect Mother was more kind than some of my
friends' mothers, she never deliberately let others see me in my
pyjamas.
I can still remember, calling on a friend to play out and he
answered the door in his pyjamas at 1 'o' clock in the afternoon,
with his mother in the background saying," tell Thomas, why you
can't play out," and he had to tearfully blurt out," because I'm
going to bed for the day,"
and then she told him to say goodnight and close the door.
I watched from the other side of the road as his mother closed his
bedroom curtains and felt very sorry for him, but this was the late
1960's and children were punished more readily, I'm sure now many
years later that some mothers loved discipline their children this way
because it kept them small, when the world was changing so quickly
and others just loved the feeling of control, I have the feeling that
Aunt Sally was one of these. My own mother abandoned early bedtimes
when I was more or less 13, preferring financial sanctions and began
a new career in a more or less new industry as a travel agent.
Eventually I fell asleep, but awoke with moonlight shining through
the window, so I knew it was quite late and as I couldn't hear Aunty
moving around or her television on, I assumed she had gone to bed,
so I decided I could safely look out the window at the stars, a very
rare sight where I came from, so I got out of bed and took off the
frightful nightdress as a further act of rebellion.
I stood by the curtains and looked out at the stars, for which the
Fens are well known, when suddenly, after at the most, 5 minutes,
the bedroom door flew open and the light was switched on, there stood
Aunty," WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING OUT OF BED AT 12 'O' CLOCK AT
NIGHT, HOW DARE YOU REMOVE YOUR NIGHTDRESS, I HEARD A CREAK, I KNEW
YOU WERE UP TO SOMETHING, WELL YOU’RE GOING TO BE VERY SORRY!"
And she approached me, wearing a voluminous white Victorian
nightdress billowing in her wake, picking up my nightdress, she
turned it quickly to the right side and forced it back on to me and
then dragged me to her bedroom, telling me on the way," YOUVE LEARNT
NOTHING FROM TODAY, WELL FROM NOW ON, YOU WILL LEARN, NAUGHTY BOY!”
Picking up the hairbrush from her dressing table she placed
me over her knee and lifted the hem of my nightdress to lay into the
still pink cheeks of my bottom, holding me fast with one leg to stop
my wriggling, she was a very strong woman, and she began my spanking.
"SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! , DONT YOU EVER DISOBEY ME AGAIN, SLAP! SLAP! I'LL
HAVE MORE TO SAY ABOUT THIS TOMORROW BUT YOU WILL BE IN YOUR BED A
LONG TIME BEFORE 5,SLAP! SLAP! " And on and on it went till eventually
she tucked me back into bed.
When I awoke on a fine Saturday morning, I heard Aunt Sally
vacuuming downstairs, but I didn't dare go down to her, in case I
incurred her displeasure, so I waited for her to give me permission to
get up, the spanking last night was still fresh in my mind and I was
in no hurry for a repeat performance.
I didn't really have an idea of the time but I assumed it must be
around 9 'o' clock but I lay in bed until Aunty appeared and she
said," it's almost 10 and you can get up now, your still having an
early night but I want you to have a shower now and then your helping
me outside but you'll be going to bed very early, I haven't forgotten
your disgraceful behaviour last night and any nonsense today and you'll
regret it, DO YOU UNDERSTAND! "
I confirmed that I did, and threw of my nightdress, when I was
sure Aunty was downstairs of course, then I did as I was told and had
a shower and put on some old clothes to work outside and went down
stairs.
Aunty had set out some bacon and eggs for me and I sat down to eat,
just as the first mouthful had gone down, I heard the phone ringing,
and as it was it was only a few feet away, I answered it, it was Mum,
"hello Thomas, are you enjoying your stay, I'll be flying soon and
it will be hard to speak to you from Greece (this was 1971 after
all),"
All I could say was," Aunty spanked me and put me to bed when I
wouldn't wear a nightdress,
and then she spanked me again and told me I'm going to bed early
tonight,"
"Thomas, when I was a girl if we had to wear stripy boys pyjamas ,
we would have, you’re the one who didn't want to wear pyjamas ,so
Aunty imposed her rules, I don't see the problem and if you were
disobedient ,I'm sure you only received what you deserved , you're in
her house and she's doing both of us a big favour by looking after
you, now behave and get her for me,"
I shouted to Aunty that Mum was on the phone and she appeared from
the kitchen and took it over , then there was then a lot of laughter
from Aunty who also glared at me , as if I had
been an informer, only later was I to reap the whirlwind .
After about 15 minutes they finished talking, and I finished my
breakfast, and then Aunty turned to me and said, softly at first, "how
dare you, HOW DARE YOU! COMPLAIN ABOUT YOUR TREATMENT, NOW OUTSIDE! "
vacuuming downstairs, but I didn't dare go down to her, in case I
incurred her displeasure, so I waited for her to give me permission to
get up, the spanking last night was still fresh in my mind and I was
in no hurry for a repeat performance.
I didn't really have an idea of the time but I assumed it must be
around 9 'o' clock but I lay in bed until Aunty appeared and she
said," it's almost 10 and you can get up now, your still having an
early night but I want you to have a shower now and then your helping
me outside but you'll be going to bed very early, I haven't forgotten
your disgraceful behaviour last night and any nonsense today and you'll
regret it, DO YOU UNDERSTAND! "
I confirmed that I did, and threw of my nightdress, when I was
sure Aunty was downstairs of course, then I did as I was told and had
a shower and put on some old clothes to work outside and went down
stairs.
Aunty had set out some bacon and eggs for me and I sat down to eat,
just as the first mouthful had gone down, I heard the phone ringing,
and as it was it was only a few feet away, I answered it, it was Mum,
"hello Thomas, are you enjoying your stay, I'll be flying soon and
it will be hard to speak to you from Greece (this was 1971 after
all),"
All I could say was," Aunty spanked me and put me to bed when I
wouldn't wear a nightdress,
and then she spanked me again and told me I'm going to bed early
tonight,"
"Thomas, when I was a girl if we had to wear stripy boys pyjamas ,
we would have, you’re the one who didn't want to wear pyjamas ,so
Aunty imposed her rules, I don't see the problem and if you were
disobedient ,I'm sure you only received what you deserved , you're in
her house and she's doing both of us a big favour by looking after
you, now behave and get her for me,"
I shouted to Aunty that Mum was on the phone and she appeared from
the kitchen and took it over , then there was then a lot of laughter
from Aunty who also glared at me , as if I had
been an informer, only later was I to reap the whirlwind .
After about 15 minutes they finished talking, and I finished my
breakfast, and then Aunty turned to me and said, softly at first, "how
dare you, HOW DARE YOU! COMPLAIN ABOUT YOUR TREATMENT, NOW OUTSIDE! "
She added, "Your mother, and I both believe in the
benefit of an early bedtime, she put you to bed early enough didn't
she? She just stopped too early,"
My day was spent chopping wood, not hard work but monotonous, and I
did my very best because I so wished I hadn't moaned to Mum, and it
was clear their would be consequences from the testy way that Aunty
had spoken to me, and continued to, as the task was performed.
Finally, and I didn't have an idea of the time, Aunty said,"
that's it inside," when I saw the wall clock it was only 2.30, then
Aunty said, " it's an afternoon BEDTIME! For you, but first a
bath, then I'm putting you in the blue pyjamas, as you don't like
your nightdress, AND A GOOD BOTTOM WARMING IS DUE AS WELL!"
Aunty followed me in, told me to take of my shoes then told me to go
to the bathroom. Following behind, the bath was full, she must have
slipped in and run it while I was chopping, but it was clear where I
was headed, yet another early bedtime, I felt like screaming.
She undressed me, I'd like to say I resisted, but I didn’t, as she
took of my shirt, then trousers with me sitting on the bath and of
course my underpants and socks and then she soaped me fully, and
cleaned every bit, all the time saying," you'll be in your pyjamas
soon and I told you it was 3 ' o' clock bed, I always keep my word
and with a good spanking to come."
When she'd finished bathing me, I was dried with a soft fluffy towel
and then a pair of blue floral pyjamas was produced from the airing
cupboard, the same ones I had seen yesterday.
Before Aunty put me into them she sprinkled talcum powder all over me
and asked me which I wanted first," a good spanking or a supper,
even though it's not 3 'o' clock, my little joke!"
Then she started to put me into my pyjamas, jacket first and then
holding out the trousers, she invited me to step into them and I
staged a very minor and rather pointless rebellion.
" Aunty, this isn't fair, it's only very early, I shouldn't be
going to bed, I've done everything you wanted, you said my bedtime
was five, and that's early anyway,"
She flew at me, dragged me to her bedroom, one hand on me and the
other holding my pyjama bottoms, throwing the bottoms on the bed, she
picked up the hairbrush and really laid into me, Oh! How it hurt, "
I see you've chosen a spanking before food, fine with me, HOW DARE
YOU COMPLAIN TO YOUR MOTHER!" and the brush came down, very hard and
fast on my still sore rump, finally I begged her, " Aunt Sally I'll
do what you want, put me to bed but please can I have some supper,"
and after another rapid burst with the back of the hairbrush, she
said, in a gruff voice,"all right, put your bottoms on, you'll soon
be in bed, the second early bed for you but I doubt the last."
I stepped into the pyjama bottoms which she waved in front of me, and
she tucked the jacket into the trouser waistband and then she took me
downstairs to my very early supper and afterwards I was led to my
bedroom, a little after 3 but I wouldn't call that a victory.
Once in my bed, Aunty reminded me of the rules and she told me she
would check on me to," avoid last night's misunderstanding, I'll get
you up for Church, don't you dare come down before then!
benefit of an early bedtime, she put you to bed early enough didn't
she? She just stopped too early,"
My day was spent chopping wood, not hard work but monotonous, and I
did my very best because I so wished I hadn't moaned to Mum, and it
was clear their would be consequences from the testy way that Aunty
had spoken to me, and continued to, as the task was performed.
Finally, and I didn't have an idea of the time, Aunty said,"
that's it inside," when I saw the wall clock it was only 2.30, then
Aunty said, " it's an afternoon BEDTIME! For you, but first a
bath, then I'm putting you in the blue pyjamas, as you don't like
your nightdress, AND A GOOD BOTTOM WARMING IS DUE AS WELL!"
Aunty followed me in, told me to take of my shoes then told me to go
to the bathroom. Following behind, the bath was full, she must have
slipped in and run it while I was chopping, but it was clear where I
was headed, yet another early bedtime, I felt like screaming.
She undressed me, I'd like to say I resisted, but I didn’t, as she
took of my shirt, then trousers with me sitting on the bath and of
course my underpants and socks and then she soaped me fully, and
cleaned every bit, all the time saying," you'll be in your pyjamas
soon and I told you it was 3 ' o' clock bed, I always keep my word
and with a good spanking to come."
When she'd finished bathing me, I was dried with a soft fluffy towel
and then a pair of blue floral pyjamas was produced from the airing
cupboard, the same ones I had seen yesterday.
Before Aunty put me into them she sprinkled talcum powder all over me
and asked me which I wanted first," a good spanking or a supper,
even though it's not 3 'o' clock, my little joke!"
Then she started to put me into my pyjamas, jacket first and then
holding out the trousers, she invited me to step into them and I
staged a very minor and rather pointless rebellion.
" Aunty, this isn't fair, it's only very early, I shouldn't be
going to bed, I've done everything you wanted, you said my bedtime
was five, and that's early anyway,"
She flew at me, dragged me to her bedroom, one hand on me and the
other holding my pyjama bottoms, throwing the bottoms on the bed, she
picked up the hairbrush and really laid into me, Oh! How it hurt, "
I see you've chosen a spanking before food, fine with me, HOW DARE
YOU COMPLAIN TO YOUR MOTHER!" and the brush came down, very hard and
fast on my still sore rump, finally I begged her, " Aunt Sally I'll
do what you want, put me to bed but please can I have some supper,"
and after another rapid burst with the back of the hairbrush, she
said, in a gruff voice,"all right, put your bottoms on, you'll soon
be in bed, the second early bed for you but I doubt the last."
I stepped into the pyjama bottoms which she waved in front of me, and
she tucked the jacket into the trouser waistband and then she took me
downstairs to my very early supper and afterwards I was led to my
bedroom, a little after 3 but I wouldn't call that a victory.
Once in my bed, Aunty reminded me of the rules and she told me she
would check on me to," avoid last night's misunderstanding, I'll get
you up for Church, don't you dare come down before then!
When you've 17 hours
or so to look forward to, confined to bed,
in silly girlish pyjamas, it's hard to be optimistic but I felt that
Aunty and I had reached an understanding, I couldn't think of
anything that she could hold as a grudge, she'd punished me for
getting out of bed on Friday night and for complaining to my far
travelling mother, so a level playing field, I've always been a
little bit naive.
I kept to the rules," Aunty, I’m going to the toilet and then I'm going back to
bed," she'd told me to shout this to avoid more spankings, as I
used the upstairs loo.
in silly girlish pyjamas, it's hard to be optimistic but I felt that
Aunty and I had reached an understanding, I couldn't think of
anything that she could hold as a grudge, she'd punished me for
getting out of bed on Friday night and for complaining to my far
travelling mother, so a level playing field, I've always been a
little bit naive.
I kept to the rules," Aunty, I’m going to the toilet and then I'm going back to
bed," she'd told me to shout this to avoid more spankings, as I
used the upstairs loo.
After my long night
in bed Aunty let me up, with a," get dressed your breakfast
is ready and the service is 11, so no messing,"
Religion wasn’t my strongpoint and less so now but most
people seem to be able to play along when there's a good tune and it
gives some people comfort and it's nice to think there's something
else, above the selfishness and pretence.
So in good time, Aunty drove me down the Fen Drove to the church,
in my smartest clothes, and we took our place in the service, we
were a little early and it is quite a remarkable Church which I have
to admit, reminded me as all Churches still do to this day as museums
but sometimes there's something more and at least they're peaceful.
The service was calming in the anodyne way of the Church, I liked sitting in that Church and like all 15 year olds I was full of contradiction, wanting to believe, and
knowing how very English it all was, so Aunty and I enjoyed the
service and I hadn't earned as yet an early bedtime or pyjama
punishment which was a bonus.
A few Hymns made me feel alive and before I knew it we were outside
and the Vicar stood in front of me, shaking hands and wishing everyone goodbye.
" Who is this Sally, a nephew perhaps?"
" It's my nephew, but he can speak for himself."
And then I spoiled a perfect Sunday, by saying, " I can't
understand why God picks and chooses, maybe he just watches and let's
us get on with it."
The Vicar, as they all did then started talking about divine
wisdom, and I just said, " Is this a job or a way of life?"
is ready and the service is 11, so no messing,"
Religion wasn’t my strongpoint and less so now but most
people seem to be able to play along when there's a good tune and it
gives some people comfort and it's nice to think there's something
else, above the selfishness and pretence.
So in good time, Aunty drove me down the Fen Drove to the church,
in my smartest clothes, and we took our place in the service, we
were a little early and it is quite a remarkable Church which I have
to admit, reminded me as all Churches still do to this day as museums
but sometimes there's something more and at least they're peaceful.
The service was calming in the anodyne way of the Church, I liked sitting in that Church and like all 15 year olds I was full of contradiction, wanting to believe, and
knowing how very English it all was, so Aunty and I enjoyed the
service and I hadn't earned as yet an early bedtime or pyjama
punishment which was a bonus.
A few Hymns made me feel alive and before I knew it we were outside
and the Vicar stood in front of me, shaking hands and wishing everyone goodbye.
" Who is this Sally, a nephew perhaps?"
" It's my nephew, but he can speak for himself."
And then I spoiled a perfect Sunday, by saying, " I can't
understand why God picks and chooses, maybe he just watches and let's
us get on with it."
The Vicar, as they all did then started talking about divine
wisdom, and I just said, " Is this a job or a way of life?"
The vicar looked down at me," this is a way of life, and I
believe, which you clearly don’t, he's quite out spoken, isn’t he
Sally,"
Aunt Sally just said, "you’re a rude, cheeky boy, well we will have
a conversation about this when I get you home and into your pyjamas ready for bed!"
Of course I picked up on the implications of this straight away, and
the vicar said," a bit of quiet contemplation, I'm sure will do him
the world of good and see you next Sunday, in a better mood I hope,
good day or will it be goodnight young man," and he smiled.
Aunty gave me a tug towards the car but was stopped by another lady.
"Hello Sally, I overheard that, he's a bit cheeky isn't he, your
nephew I presume"
" Hello Sue, I was hoping to bump into you, I've a bit of a favour
to ask and this will save me a call, come back if you fancy some
coffee, I'm afraid Thomas won't be in our company long, as he has a
date with his pink winceyette pyjamas."
" Please Aunty, not bed again, Aunty please no more pyjamas please,
I'll do anything."
" This is what I have to put up with for 6 weeks, get to the car you,
I'll see you in a few minutes Sue," and she tugged me by the ear to
the car, while Sue went to fetch hers.
We were soon home and I was marched into the living room and stood in
the corner while Aunty disappeared upstairs, she came down a minute
later with the hairbrush and the pink floral pyjamas but I was told to
keep my nose in the corner.
Another couple of minutes passed in silence and then we heard Sue's
car pulling up, so Aunty went out to let her in.
When Sue was in the living room, the first thing she said was,” what
lovely pyjamas, I’m looking forward to seeing him in those!" and then
Aunty brought me out of the corner and started to take of my shirt,
and I resisted, saying, " please not bed, not in front of this lady." and knocked her hands away. She responded with a slap and said, “ Sue will be seeing plenty of you in your pyjamas little boy and she will get to spank you too!”
To prove the point Sue gave me a push onto the sofa.
Aunty then swiftly removed my shoes, socks, trousers and underpants
and turned me over her knee, "pass the brush Sue please," and she
began spanking me,
Aunty then swiftly removed my shoes, socks, trousers and underpants
and turned me over her knee, "pass the brush Sue please," and she
began spanking me,
Sue chipped in,
"he seems a very naughty boy, cosy pink pyjamas and bed is certainly the
best discipline for him, but not before a good spanking."
Aunty said,"' OH YES HE'S GOING TO BED, YOU NAUGHTY, CHEEKY BOY,
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP, JUST WHAT YOU NEED SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!" and
her loud voice seemed to give her strength and she carried on with a
will, then she said," Sue, my arms a bit sore would you finish him
off."
" WITH PLEASURE SALLY, HE'LL BE IN TEARS WHEN I'VE FINISHED," and
she took the hairbrush and pulled me over her lap, and if Aunty
spanks hurt, Sue’s were twice as hard and after 15 minutes I was
crying and begging her to stop.
Aunty said,"' OH YES HE'S GOING TO BED, YOU NAUGHTY, CHEEKY BOY,
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP, JUST WHAT YOU NEED SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!" and
her loud voice seemed to give her strength and she carried on with a
will, then she said," Sue, my arms a bit sore would you finish him
off."
" WITH PLEASURE SALLY, HE'LL BE IN TEARS WHEN I'VE FINISHED," and
she took the hairbrush and pulled me over her lap, and if Aunty
spanks hurt, Sue’s were twice as hard and after 15 minutes I was
crying and begging her to stop.
"Shall I put
him in his pyjamas Sally"
"Please Sue, here they are, a pretty floral pattern aren't they and just the
thing for him,"
Sue took off the rest of my clothes and guided my arms into the pyjama jacket swiftly buttoning it up on me. Then she held out the pyjama bottoms for me to step into, pulling them up and finally tucking the jacket in, "that's it already for bed , are you taking him up?"
"Would you like to, it's the bedroom at the back, tuck him in good and tight.
He'll be down for tea and a refresher course to his bottom but
that's it for today and I'm going to advance his bedtime as well, it
was 5pm, now it's 4pm for the rest of the week.
Sue dragged me by the ear, still sniffling, up the stairs, found my
bedroom, pulled back the cover and told me to get in, then as advised
she pulled the cover up to my neck and gave me a goodnight kiss, after
she closed the curtains, just before she left she said.
"Please Sue, here they are, a pretty floral pattern aren't they and just the
thing for him,"
Sue took off the rest of my clothes and guided my arms into the pyjama jacket swiftly buttoning it up on me. Then she held out the pyjama bottoms for me to step into, pulling them up and finally tucking the jacket in, "that's it already for bed , are you taking him up?"
"Would you like to, it's the bedroom at the back, tuck him in good and tight.
He'll be down for tea and a refresher course to his bottom but
that's it for today and I'm going to advance his bedtime as well, it
was 5pm, now it's 4pm for the rest of the week.
Sue dragged me by the ear, still sniffling, up the stairs, found my
bedroom, pulled back the cover and told me to get in, then as advised
she pulled the cover up to my neck and gave me a goodnight kiss, after
she closed the curtains, just before she left she said.
"I enjoyed spanking you and it was obviously just what
you needed, I'll ask your
Aunty if I can help get you ready for bed again and I've some pyjamas for you that you'll just look so sweet wearing!
Little did I know how soon that would be!
Downstairs Sue, told Aunty that I was safely confined to bed and
Aunty made some coffee, and then Sue, whose surname was Robinson and a
widow to an agricultural accident, as I found out later, said," I
know I shouldn't but I really enjoyed that, thanks for letting me warm
his bottom and get him to bed, if you ever need a babysitter let me
know, you couldn't trust him on his own."
"I know and that’s what I wanted to talk to you about, I'm going away
on business next week but I fancy a bit of a break, so I was thinking
of being away Tuesday to Friday, I know it's short notice but could
the girls keep an eye on him, make sure he keeps to his bedtime, the
usual."
" Think nothing of it Sally it will be a pleasure for all of us,
maybe not Thomas, I presume there will be no objection to any
discipline required and what would be best if he stayed at ours, we've
a large house and there's a spare bedroom off the girl's one, so no
night wandering, bring him over at 2 tomorrow and I'll have a
little surprise for him"
Sue outlined what it was and they both had a good laugh, I of course
was oblivious to all this and lay in my bed until my all to brief tea
and return to the bedroom but at least I wasn't spanked again
Aunty if I can help get you ready for bed again and I've some pyjamas for you that you'll just look so sweet wearing!
Little did I know how soon that would be!
Downstairs Sue, told Aunty that I was safely confined to bed and
Aunty made some coffee, and then Sue, whose surname was Robinson and a
widow to an agricultural accident, as I found out later, said," I
know I shouldn't but I really enjoyed that, thanks for letting me warm
his bottom and get him to bed, if you ever need a babysitter let me
know, you couldn't trust him on his own."
"I know and that’s what I wanted to talk to you about, I'm going away
on business next week but I fancy a bit of a break, so I was thinking
of being away Tuesday to Friday, I know it's short notice but could
the girls keep an eye on him, make sure he keeps to his bedtime, the
usual."
" Think nothing of it Sally it will be a pleasure for all of us,
maybe not Thomas, I presume there will be no objection to any
discipline required and what would be best if he stayed at ours, we've
a large house and there's a spare bedroom off the girl's one, so no
night wandering, bring him over at 2 tomorrow and I'll have a
little surprise for him"
Sue outlined what it was and they both had a good laugh, I of course
was oblivious to all this and lay in my bed until my all to brief tea
and return to the bedroom but at least I wasn't spanked again
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