It all started with a phone call from my Grandmother;
finally she was going to
have her hip operation but would need some help when she came out of
hospital.
My Mum said she would go and stay with her and I would stay with my Aunt Sarah who had a 14-year-old son James who was the same age as me. Her 22-year-old daughter had left home so her bedroom was available for me to use.
We journeyed down to Aunt Sarah's on Saturday to finalise the details of my stay, the
journey was quicker than we thought and we arrived half an hour early at midday.
Aunt Sarah showed us into the living room and we were greeted by the sight
of James facing the wall in a pair of girl’s yellow-brushed nylon pyjama.
have her hip operation but would need some help when she came out of
hospital.
My Mum said she would go and stay with her and I would stay with my Aunt Sarah who had a 14-year-old son James who was the same age as me. Her 22-year-old daughter had left home so her bedroom was available for me to use.
We journeyed down to Aunt Sarah's on Saturday to finalise the details of my stay, the
journey was quicker than we thought and we arrived half an hour early at midday.
Aunt Sarah showed us into the living room and we were greeted by the sight
of James facing the wall in a pair of girl’s yellow-brushed nylon pyjama.
Mum asked the obvious question and Sarah replied," I
caught him with cigarettes, he is wearing his punishment pyjamas and if you had
come a little later he would have been tucked up in bed with a well spanked
bottom.”
Aunt Sarah turned to James, "Right, you naughty
little boy, it appears you are going to have witnesses to your punishment, so
much the better."
She summoned him toward her and placed him over her knee, pulling the yellow pyjama trousers down to expose his bare bottom and began his spanking with a ferocity of hand slapping that quickly reddened his cheeks and thighs.
She summoned him toward her and placed him over her knee, pulling the yellow pyjama trousers down to expose his bare bottom and began his spanking with a ferocity of hand slapping that quickly reddened his cheeks and thighs.
While she was spanking him she scolded him, “you are a very
naughty boy and your bottom is going to be very sore when I’ve
finished with you, then it’s off to bed for the rest of the day to think about what
you’ve done."
While he was being spanked I saw something I had never seen before in
Mum’s face, unmistakably, excitement and pleasure at seeing his wriggling, reddening bottom.
After a few minutes of the hand spanking Aunt Sarah reached for her hairbrush and applied that to his bottom.
Aunt Sarah spoke to her son, insisting he repeat her
words. She paused after a stroke of the hairbrush to listen to his sobbing
voice say, "Please put me to bed mummy, I’m a naughty little boy who
deserves to be spanked for smoking."
At last the spanking finished and James was led tearfully out of
the room by his ear and taken upstairs, we heard the curtains of
his bedroom being drawn and knew he was being tucked in for a long day of
reflection.
A few minutes later Aunty was back and she let us know that she would
let him up for tea but then he would be put back to bed. Mum said I
could go to the shops and get something to read while her and Aunt
Sarah planned my stay.
Basically I would come on Thursday and Mum would then go down to
Grannies, it was expected I would be there until almost the end of the
Holidays, what wasn’t explained to me though, was that Aunt had
insisted that while I was there I had to obey her rules which meant
being given a spanking and an early bedtime if necessary.
Mum told me much later that she thought it would be good for me to
see how others were treated but she didn’t mention anything like that
before my stay.
Thursday came and Mum dropped me off, Aunty showed me where to put my
clothes and I unpacked, while I was doing this, Mum went back to the
car and gave Aunty a white bag, with a cryptic comment that she had got
the things you suggested and was then soon on her way.
The first day passed well, I liked my Aunts cooking and after
television, both me and my cousin went to bed at 8:30, it was a bit
earlier than at home but I liked reading in bed so didn’t mind.
The next day we were having a kick about in the garden and Aunt Sarah
told us to be careful or go the park, it must have been around noon
and I got a bit carried away and gave the ball a massive kick which
resulted in a cracked window pane .In what seemed like the split
second after that this happened, Sarah appeared with a face like
thunder and I knew I was in for it.
”Right whoever kicked that ball can go to the living room and wait
for me!!”
I walked in and on the way Sarah told me I was going to pay in every
way for the damage and to stand facing the wall in the corner till she
came for me.
After a few minutes she entered with the white bag, told me to turn
around and put the contents out for me to see,
”Your mother got these for you and is quite happy for you to be
punished in any way I see fit as my condition for you staying here “.
She placed a very pink nightdress on the couch, two pairs of
pyjamas, white and yellow and another nightdress that was blue with
lots of buttons and frills.
” I think this blue one will do for today, come here “
”Please Aunty I’m sorry, so sorry I won’t do anything again, I don’t
want to go to bed, I’ll do anything to make it up to you “
Aunty grabbed me and yanked my trousers down and pulled down my
underpants with them, placing me over her knee.
”Right, what you need is a hot bottom, your mum told me she doesn’t
spank you and you clearly need one “
She began my spanking with a rhythmic slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, to
each cheek, after each burst of five she moved to the other and when
both were red spanked my upper thighs all the time saying “your a
naughty, naughty boy, where do you want to go when Aunty has warmed
you?”
I resisted at first but she just carried on and eventually I said “ I
want to got to bed, please put me to bed, please Aunty”
”Good, we are making progress, your wish will be granted and what do
you want to wear to your bed?”
”Anything you want me to wear Aunty”
”Now we are getting somewhere, I think that pretty blue nightdress
would be perfect, would you like me to dress you?”
”Yes Aunty” I was thinking at least she won’t spank me anymore but I
was wrong.
Aunty stood me up and took of my shoes and socks and removed my
trousers and underpants, my shirt followed and I was naked
”Now arms up”
.
She took the label out of the nightdress which was brand new and put
it over my head and pushed my arms through the long sleeves, it fell
to the floor and she did up the buttons on the front to the neck and
the buttons on the sleeves.
”Almost ready for bed, just a little taste of the hairbrush to come
and I’ll take you up”
Once more I found myself over her knee and she lifted up the hem of
the nightdress over my back and gave me 20 or so hard stinging smacks
with the hairbrush, these hurt so much that I began to cry.
”Time for beddy byes” and with that she took me by the ear to the
stairs where I was told to say goodnight to my cousin who had kept
away from my punishment.
I was led to the bedroom and told to close the curtains and under no
circumstances was I to look out or the would be consequences, nor
could I leave the bed except to go to the lavatory and if I abused
that permission, then it would be withdrawn.
She pulled back the covers and told me to get in, with a final word
that I was not to read or otherwise try and make the time pass as this
was punishment and any disobedience on my part would be met with a
period of early bedtimes and other discipline. Then she tucked me in.
She left me with a “goodnight poppet”, although the clock that faced
the bed said it was only about a quarter past one and I lay down on my
side as my bottom was too sore for anything else.
I had never been punished like this before and it was so boring, the
sunlight streamed in and I just tried to sleep but I couldn’t and the
nightdress was warm and rode up my back.
At half past five she came back and told me I could come down for a
light supper but I was put back to bed soon after following a bath and
I stayed there till 10 the next morning when I was allowed to get up
and put my clothes back on.
After I was finally allowed up on the Saturday morning, we
all had
breakfast together, James suggested we go for a walk and get out of the
house and Aunt Sarah didn’t mention my punishment which I was
grateful for and hoped it would never happen again
I didn’t feel like a lot of sitting down anyway and Aunt Sarah said
”that’s a good idea, show him around the neighbourhood but make sure
your back by 4, at the latest James, as we’ve got your scout camp to
pack for, and you have to be ready to be picked up at 7 in the
morning tomorrow.”
Outside and away from the house James said “how did it feel, I
shouldn’t think you’ve ever been punished like that before, it
happens to me about once every six weeks but I think she’s right about
the cigarettes, I’m not stupid really, I just wanted to try them and I
won’t again”
Then he added “one thing that was different about your punishment was,
I have never been put into a nightdress, your Mum bought those night
clothes but I overheard them talking about the conditions of your stay
and I’m sure my Mum told yours just to get pyjamas for you”
I said I didn’t know , I had been out when they discussed my stay but
told him about the look on Mum’s face when he was being spanked and it
how it gave me an ominous feeling of the future.
James then said” well what will be will be, what does it feel like to
wear one anyway”
I thought about it for a few moments and said” terrible, I saw Mum
giving Aunt that white bag when I arrived but I had no idea what was
in it, then when she took them out, I thought they can’t be for me
and then after she told me that the blue one would do for bed I felt
so ashamed that I was being treated this way .I thought there is no
way you are going to put me in that but that spanking really hurt.”
I paused and felt a tear in my eye as the previous days events
replayed themselves and continued
”it’s very soft and a bit too long, when I was in bed I did touch the
material a bit and it’s like a fine cotton and not too uncomfortable
but when she put it over my head, I felt so ashamed and embarrassed
and silly and naughty and powerless, she certainly has a way with
her, your Mum”
Then I asked him how did he pass the time in bed when he was being
punished.
”Probably a bit like you, thinking about how you got there, promising
yourself this will be the last time and thinking about something you
can do when your free, and please remember the rules never be caught
looking out of the window and don’t loiter on the landing if you have
to go to the toilet, never be caught reading, just lie there, it’s
very boring but if you break the rules you really will regret it and
be given double punishment, that means bed at midday and allowed up
only for a light meal and a very long spanking , Mum likes total
compliance”
As we walked around the corner James pointed out a house that faced
the back of ours.
”That’s Mrs Perkins, I know she used to punish her children a bit like
Mum as her daughter went to school with Julie, who you will probably
meet tomorrow when she comes around for tea and I remember Julie saying
a few times, that she’d gone round to play but Mrs Perkins told she
had been put to bed for the afternoon with a sore bottom. She’s was a
police woman now.”
James then warned me about Mrs Perkins “She’s a nosey cow and I’d keep
away if I was you, if you want to keep out of bed, just do what Mum
says and don’t do anything to annoy her, that’s the best advice I can
give you”
We didn’t talk anymore about my punishment or his after that and he
showed me all the local sights, all his friends were scouts and he
couldn’t think of anyone for me to play with while he was away but it
was only for a week, he would be gone on Sunday morning at 7 and be
back the following Saturday some time in the afternoon.
We made sure we got back for 4, mindful of the instructions and James
and Aunt Sarah got his things together while I watched the football
results, then we had tea together and both went to bed at 9 as it was
Saturday.
The window had been fixed as well by a friend of Sarah’s and he’d only
charged £25 for the glass which I was told would be coming out of the
money Mum had left for me, I didn’t mind as I had enough left, so I
paid promptly so as not to give any reason for complaint.
On Sunday, James got off for his break on time and I went out for a
walk after lunch and got back 4 ‘o’ clocks, so far the day was going
well but then it changed!
We had tea together, that was fine but then at 5 Aunt Sarah told me
to have a shower and come down in my dressing gown and slippers, I
asked why and she told me,
”the night clothes your mum got you may need adjusting, that blue
nightdress is a little too long and I’m sure the pink one will be as
well and we don’t know if the pyjamas will fit, so go upstairs now
and do what your told”
I protested forgetting in an instant all I had discussed with James.
”Do as your told, I was going to let you stay up till 9 again tonight
but now your looking at a 7.30 bedtime, if you want to go to bed now
carry on, and you will still have to wear pyjamas or are
you asking for another session with the hair brush, it’s all fine
with me”
I suddenly realised what I was doing and came down 15 minutes later,
dressed as instructed.
”That’s better, you look clean, I’ve laid out your clothes, what do
you want to try on first”
Before I could answer she picked up the pink nightdress, told me to
take off the dressing gown, and she held it against me and I could
see it was going to reach to my ankle.
Then she said “arms up you know the drill now” and pulled it down,
the nightdress had a round collar and was detailed with lace on the
bodice, neck and sleeves, I didn’t know these words then, by the way
but it was very girly, with tiny little blue flowers in the pattern.
The fabric was soft and there was a trace of perfume.
”Now walk about, I know you won’t be walking much if I have to put it
on you but let’s see how it looks” and she gave a little laugh
I walked to the door and back and while my back was to the door, it
opened giving me a start.
”Hello Julie meet your cousin, I’m making sure his night clothes fit
him, I had to put him to bed the other day for breaking a window and I
very much doubt that it will be the last time while he’s staying
here, his Mum bought them for him as a surprise, isn’t he lucky!
”Thanks Mum, carry on, I’ll get a bit of tea in the kitchen and we
can have a chat when you’ve finished, incidentally I might have
something upstairs that would suit him, what time is he going to bed?”
”It was going to be 9 but he was a bit slow to do what he was told, so
it will 7.30”
Julie left the room and Aunt Sarah said,” your pink nightdress is
fine, let’s try the blue now, I think it need a little shortening
but I won’t alter it permanently in case your Mum wants you to grow
into it “
The same procedure followed, and the bottom hem was marked to be
tacked while I was wearing it, Sarah said while she was making the
marks on the hem.
”You are lucky boy, it’s a very pretty nightdress, your Mum has good
taste, the frills and bow to the neck are lovely detailing, now
take it off and I can make the change, while I’m doing it you can put
on the yellow pyjamas”
I did as I was told, while watching the clock creep to 7 and then
the phone rang, Aunty answered it and I heard her say
”That is good news, the operation went well and she’s home now,
fantastic news, I had to put him to bed the other day and he’s
trying on the nighties and pyjamas you got him now, I’m altering the blue one , do
you want to speak to him?”
Sarah handed the phone to me and Mum said “ Granny’s fine but I will
have to stay with her for the rest of the school holidays to get her
back on her feet, if you’re a good boy you won’t have to wear the
nighties I left for you and I’m very disappointed that you’ve already
been punished, now be good from now on and tell Sarah I’ll ring back
later when she’s sorted you out .Be very, very good, I love you” and
she rang off
I told Aunty what Mum planned and she said the pyjamas looked fine
and she wouldn’t alter them , but they felt so strange to me , with no
fly at the front and the yellow colour had a little pattern of bees
and flowers , Aunty told me to take them off and try on the white
one’s., These had a big ruffle down the front and although plain in
colour you would never have mistaken them for boy pyjamas.
As she had promised, Julie came back in with something over her arm,
as she came closer I could see it was a white nightdress, “ this
might suit him Mum, I bought it ages ago at Past Times but I don’t
really like it, it’s too Victorian for me, do you want him to try it
on, if you like it, he can have it” and she gave it to Aunt.
Aunt held it against me and it was about the right length, then she
told me to take of the pyjamas, and put my arms up and she put it on
me, it was very roomy and the cotton was very cold after the warm
pyjamas, but for those who know, although I didn’t at the time, Past
Times specialised in the Victorian look, so there was no mistaking the
female look with frills and little buttons to the neck and collar, I
hated it but kept my tongue still
”Thanks Julie, he looks lovely in it and I was going to put him back
in his yellow pyjamas but he can wear it to bed where he is going
now!
I knew it was coming, as Aunty didn’t sound like someone who ever
changed her mind and the clock said 7.25, she told me to gather up my
night clothes, put my dressing gown and slippers on and march
upstairs and say goodnight to Julie.
I did as I was told and she followed behind me, into the bedroom. I
was told to fold my nightwear neatly and put them in a drawer, when
this was done to her satisfaction, she left the room but soon came
back with a small bottle of perfume and sprayed a few drops in my
nightdress and pyjama drawer, to make my clothes smell nice she
said.
She hadn’t come back with just the perfume though; in her other hand
was the hairbrush!!!! And she told me
”you should have gone to bed unpunished at 9 but you earned yourself an
earlier bedtime, I am not going to make you very sore, just 10
smacks and then bed for the night.
Now hang up your dressing gown and pass me a pair of your boy
pyjamas, I am going to confiscate them till I can be sure of your
behaviour and when I have confiscated your other pair, you know what
you will wearing even to a normal bedtime.
Then close the curtains and join me over my knee”
I did as I was told and passed her my pyjamas, she thanked me and
threw them out on the landing, then she put me over her knee and
lifted up the cotton night dress and spanked me alternatively on each
cheek, of course it hurt but not as bad as the other day, when she
finished, she said “now what do you say?”
I thought for a moment and said thank you for my spanking and would
she please put me to bed and thank you for altering my nightdresses
and pyjamas and to pass on my thanks to Julie for her lovely gift
which I still hated, I wanted to avoid any further punishment
tomorrow and get back to my normal bedtime.
She drew back the covers and made me comfortable and wished me
goodnight
when she went down, I heard a lot of laughing from the living room
, which I presume, was at my expense but I just tried to sleep, with sun
shining through.
breakfast together, James suggested we go for a walk and get out of the
house and Aunt Sarah didn’t mention my punishment which I was
grateful for and hoped it would never happen again
I didn’t feel like a lot of sitting down anyway and Aunt Sarah said
”that’s a good idea, show him around the neighbourhood but make sure
your back by 4, at the latest James, as we’ve got your scout camp to
pack for, and you have to be ready to be picked up at 7 in the
morning tomorrow.”
Outside and away from the house James said “how did it feel, I
shouldn’t think you’ve ever been punished like that before, it
happens to me about once every six weeks but I think she’s right about
the cigarettes, I’m not stupid really, I just wanted to try them and I
won’t again”
Then he added “one thing that was different about your punishment was,
I have never been put into a nightdress, your Mum bought those night
clothes but I overheard them talking about the conditions of your stay
and I’m sure my Mum told yours just to get pyjamas for you”
I said I didn’t know , I had been out when they discussed my stay but
told him about the look on Mum’s face when he was being spanked and it
how it gave me an ominous feeling of the future.
James then said” well what will be will be, what does it feel like to
wear one anyway”
I thought about it for a few moments and said” terrible, I saw Mum
giving Aunt that white bag when I arrived but I had no idea what was
in it, then when she took them out, I thought they can’t be for me
and then after she told me that the blue one would do for bed I felt
so ashamed that I was being treated this way .I thought there is no
way you are going to put me in that but that spanking really hurt.”
I paused and felt a tear in my eye as the previous days events
replayed themselves and continued
”it’s very soft and a bit too long, when I was in bed I did touch the
material a bit and it’s like a fine cotton and not too uncomfortable
but when she put it over my head, I felt so ashamed and embarrassed
and silly and naughty and powerless, she certainly has a way with
her, your Mum”
Then I asked him how did he pass the time in bed when he was being
punished.
”Probably a bit like you, thinking about how you got there, promising
yourself this will be the last time and thinking about something you
can do when your free, and please remember the rules never be caught
looking out of the window and don’t loiter on the landing if you have
to go to the toilet, never be caught reading, just lie there, it’s
very boring but if you break the rules you really will regret it and
be given double punishment, that means bed at midday and allowed up
only for a light meal and a very long spanking , Mum likes total
compliance”
As we walked around the corner James pointed out a house that faced
the back of ours.
”That’s Mrs Perkins, I know she used to punish her children a bit like
Mum as her daughter went to school with Julie, who you will probably
meet tomorrow when she comes around for tea and I remember Julie saying
a few times, that she’d gone round to play but Mrs Perkins told she
had been put to bed for the afternoon with a sore bottom. She’s was a
police woman now.”
James then warned me about Mrs Perkins “She’s a nosey cow and I’d keep
away if I was you, if you want to keep out of bed, just do what Mum
says and don’t do anything to annoy her, that’s the best advice I can
give you”
We didn’t talk anymore about my punishment or his after that and he
showed me all the local sights, all his friends were scouts and he
couldn’t think of anyone for me to play with while he was away but it
was only for a week, he would be gone on Sunday morning at 7 and be
back the following Saturday some time in the afternoon.
We made sure we got back for 4, mindful of the instructions and James
and Aunt Sarah got his things together while I watched the football
results, then we had tea together and both went to bed at 9 as it was
Saturday.
The window had been fixed as well by a friend of Sarah’s and he’d only
charged £25 for the glass which I was told would be coming out of the
money Mum had left for me, I didn’t mind as I had enough left, so I
paid promptly so as not to give any reason for complaint.
On Sunday, James got off for his break on time and I went out for a
walk after lunch and got back 4 ‘o’ clocks, so far the day was going
well but then it changed!
We had tea together, that was fine but then at 5 Aunt Sarah told me
to have a shower and come down in my dressing gown and slippers, I
asked why and she told me,
”the night clothes your mum got you may need adjusting, that blue
nightdress is a little too long and I’m sure the pink one will be as
well and we don’t know if the pyjamas will fit, so go upstairs now
and do what your told”
I protested forgetting in an instant all I had discussed with James.
”Do as your told, I was going to let you stay up till 9 again tonight
but now your looking at a 7.30 bedtime, if you want to go to bed now
carry on, and you will still have to wear pyjamas or are
you asking for another session with the hair brush, it’s all fine
with me”
I suddenly realised what I was doing and came down 15 minutes later,
dressed as instructed.
”That’s better, you look clean, I’ve laid out your clothes, what do
you want to try on first”
Before I could answer she picked up the pink nightdress, told me to
take off the dressing gown, and she held it against me and I could
see it was going to reach to my ankle.
Then she said “arms up you know the drill now” and pulled it down,
the nightdress had a round collar and was detailed with lace on the
bodice, neck and sleeves, I didn’t know these words then, by the way
but it was very girly, with tiny little blue flowers in the pattern.
The fabric was soft and there was a trace of perfume.
”Now walk about, I know you won’t be walking much if I have to put it
on you but let’s see how it looks” and she gave a little laugh
I walked to the door and back and while my back was to the door, it
opened giving me a start.
”Hello Julie meet your cousin, I’m making sure his night clothes fit
him, I had to put him to bed the other day for breaking a window and I
very much doubt that it will be the last time while he’s staying
here, his Mum bought them for him as a surprise, isn’t he lucky!
”Thanks Mum, carry on, I’ll get a bit of tea in the kitchen and we
can have a chat when you’ve finished, incidentally I might have
something upstairs that would suit him, what time is he going to bed?”
”It was going to be 9 but he was a bit slow to do what he was told, so
it will 7.30”
Julie left the room and Aunt Sarah said,” your pink nightdress is
fine, let’s try the blue now, I think it need a little shortening
but I won’t alter it permanently in case your Mum wants you to grow
into it “
The same procedure followed, and the bottom hem was marked to be
tacked while I was wearing it, Sarah said while she was making the
marks on the hem.
”You are lucky boy, it’s a very pretty nightdress, your Mum has good
taste, the frills and bow to the neck are lovely detailing, now
take it off and I can make the change, while I’m doing it you can put
on the yellow pyjamas”
I did as I was told, while watching the clock creep to 7 and then
the phone rang, Aunty answered it and I heard her say
”That is good news, the operation went well and she’s home now,
fantastic news, I had to put him to bed the other day and he’s
trying on the nighties and pyjamas you got him now, I’m altering the blue one , do
you want to speak to him?”
Sarah handed the phone to me and Mum said “ Granny’s fine but I will
have to stay with her for the rest of the school holidays to get her
back on her feet, if you’re a good boy you won’t have to wear the
nighties I left for you and I’m very disappointed that you’ve already
been punished, now be good from now on and tell Sarah I’ll ring back
later when she’s sorted you out .Be very, very good, I love you” and
she rang off
I told Aunty what Mum planned and she said the pyjamas looked fine
and she wouldn’t alter them , but they felt so strange to me , with no
fly at the front and the yellow colour had a little pattern of bees
and flowers , Aunty told me to take them off and try on the white
one’s., These had a big ruffle down the front and although plain in
colour you would never have mistaken them for boy pyjamas.
As she had promised, Julie came back in with something over her arm,
as she came closer I could see it was a white nightdress, “ this
might suit him Mum, I bought it ages ago at Past Times but I don’t
really like it, it’s too Victorian for me, do you want him to try it
on, if you like it, he can have it” and she gave it to Aunt.
Aunt held it against me and it was about the right length, then she
told me to take of the pyjamas, and put my arms up and she put it on
me, it was very roomy and the cotton was very cold after the warm
pyjamas, but for those who know, although I didn’t at the time, Past
Times specialised in the Victorian look, so there was no mistaking the
female look with frills and little buttons to the neck and collar, I
hated it but kept my tongue still
”Thanks Julie, he looks lovely in it and I was going to put him back
in his yellow pyjamas but he can wear it to bed where he is going
now!
I knew it was coming, as Aunty didn’t sound like someone who ever
changed her mind and the clock said 7.25, she told me to gather up my
night clothes, put my dressing gown and slippers on and march
upstairs and say goodnight to Julie.
I did as I was told and she followed behind me, into the bedroom. I
was told to fold my nightwear neatly and put them in a drawer, when
this was done to her satisfaction, she left the room but soon came
back with a small bottle of perfume and sprayed a few drops in my
nightdress and pyjama drawer, to make my clothes smell nice she
said.
She hadn’t come back with just the perfume though; in her other hand
was the hairbrush!!!! And she told me
”you should have gone to bed unpunished at 9 but you earned yourself an
earlier bedtime, I am not going to make you very sore, just 10
smacks and then bed for the night.
Now hang up your dressing gown and pass me a pair of your boy
pyjamas, I am going to confiscate them till I can be sure of your
behaviour and when I have confiscated your other pair, you know what
you will wearing even to a normal bedtime.
Then close the curtains and join me over my knee”
I did as I was told and passed her my pyjamas, she thanked me and
threw them out on the landing, then she put me over her knee and
lifted up the cotton night dress and spanked me alternatively on each
cheek, of course it hurt but not as bad as the other day, when she
finished, she said “now what do you say?”
I thought for a moment and said thank you for my spanking and would
she please put me to bed and thank you for altering my nightdresses
and pyjamas and to pass on my thanks to Julie for her lovely gift
which I still hated, I wanted to avoid any further punishment
tomorrow and get back to my normal bedtime.
She drew back the covers and made me comfortable and wished me
goodnight
when she went down, I heard a lot of laughing from the living room
, which I presume, was at my expense but I just tried to sleep, with sun
shining through.
At 8 ‘o’ clock the next day, Aunt Sarah woke me and told
me that we
were going shopping today and that I was expected to be on my best
behaviour if I wanted to avoid a smacked bottom and an early bedtime.
She then told me to get up and get dressed, remarking about how
pretty the Victorian nightdress I was wearing was and how I must be
looking forward to putting it on again, I was a bit grumpy and said “
I want to wear my own pyjamas, not nightdresses”
She replied quickly “I’ll ignore that for now but anymore lip and the
hairbrush will be out and all you’ll be doing in spending more of your
holiday time in bed, now get washed and get dressed, this is your
final warning!”
I did as I was told and joined her for breakfast and we went out just
before 10, to the local supermarket, while we were there I did
everything she told me, getting things of the shelves and following
her list faithfully and I thought the visit has gone well, surely I
couldn’t get in any trouble, a visit to the cinema was even mentioned
as we left the supermarket and returned to the car park.
But I was wrong, when we reached Aunty’s car, I swung the trolley
around, but a bit to hard and it clipped the rear light of the car
parked next door with a crack of breaking plastic.
”Oh you stupid boy, what did you do that for, I’ll have to leave a
note and hope whoever owns the car is understanding, and you can
forget the cinema”
”I’m sorry Aunty, really sorry, I didn’t mean to do it, I’ll pay
for the damage”
”Yes you will, in more ways than one! “
While this was going on, a lady who I’d seen at another till came up
to us, and said “ Sarah what’s happened here”
Aunt Sarah replied “hello Mrs Perkins, it’s my nephew being careless,
he let the trolley hit your car but he’ll pay for the damage, could
you find out how much it will cost and let me know?”
” I was going to see the man who fixes the car after this, because I
had trouble starting it this morning, I’ll give you a call later “
Then she added,” I hope he’s going to be punished for this, that
little car takes me everywhere”
”Oh he will, believe me as, soon as we get home it’s on with his
nightwear and over my knee for a good spanking”
Mrs Perkins, living up to what James had told me on our walk said “ is
he sleeping in Julie’s old room, I noticed the curtains where closed
early on Friday ?”
”Yes he is, I put him to bed for breaking a window and he was in bed
early last night, you didn’t catch him looking out did you, because
if you did, he’ll really be in for it!”
”No I can’t say I saw him but I’ll keep an eye out from now on and
ring you later Bye”
Aunty told me to unload the trolley and get in the car and be silent
while she thought about my punishment to come and we went home.
We got back to the house and I carried the shopping in to try and
lessen my impending fate, and I started putting things away, Aunty
went upstairs when she came down she said
”you are going to bed for the rest of today, I will let you up for
supper but it will be bed straight afterwards, if Mrs Perkins comes
around you will properly apologise but now you are going to have a
bath and then you are going to get a spanking you won’t forget in a
hurry, also I have taken your last pair of boys pyjamas from your
room , you won’t need them the rest of your stay, upstairs now !!”
She told me to go in the bathroom and she undressed me very quickly,
but not too quickly to put a few slaps on my bottom, and told me to
get in the bath.
She soaped me all over and while she washed me she said “and don’t
think this will be over today, you will be staying in tomorrow and
will wear your white pyjamas all day, you can help me with the
housework and you will have an early bedtime and a nap in the
afternoon, that should keep you out of trouble, I hope your looking
forward to it I am”
After she had washed me to her satisfaction, she dried me off with a
sprinkle of talcum and a spray of perfume which told me was because of
my impending bedtime and took me to her bedroom where my pink
nightdress was laid out on her bed together with a slipper and
hairbrush.
”Your a very naughty boy and soon you are going to be a very sore
bottomed boy, now arms up”
She put the nightdress on me and almost before the hem had hit my
ankles, pulled me over her knee and she said every time I hit your
bottom say thank you and then it began, first with the slipper
SPANK
Thank you!
SPANK
Thank you!
AND ON AND ON IT WENT
I could see my bottom glowing in her mirror and the hairbrush spanking
was so painful I begged her through tears to stop and soon after she
did
”Now thank me and ask me to put you to bed”
”Aunty, please will you put me to bed and thank you for spanking me “
She took me to my room and told me to draw the curtains, as I did so I
saw Mrs Perkins wave at me.
Just after I was put to bed, the phone rang and I heard Aunty tell
her to come around at 4, which was over three hours away for me.
At a few minutes to 4, Aunt got me up and put on my dressing gown and
we waited for her visit, which followed soon after she had been made a
cup of tea.
Mrs Perkins got down to business,”it will cost £30 for the indicator,
the paint damage will be another £50 but if he will do some gardening
for me, I’ll take £50 for both”
Aunty said “that seems very fair but it will have to wait till after
tomorrow, he’s having a punishment day all day today and the next”
Then she told me to take of my dressing gown and show my sore
red bottom to Mrs Perkins telling her to give me few if she wanted.
Mrs Perkins said “what a lovely nightdress, I suppose he doesn’t like
it but he looks very pretty in it, he reminds me of my daughter, a
policewoman now, who also had a few early nights at his age, perhaps
just a few then for the damage”
Aunty told me to go to Mrs Perkins who put me over her knee and bared
my red rump, she brought her hand down hard and swift 10 times and
each time I yowled in agony
When she’d finished, I was given my tea and taken back to bed while
Mrs Perkins watched. While I was placed back in bed Aunty told her
about my pyjamas being confiscated and that I had only two pairs of my
naughty boy ones plus the blue nightdress and Victorian one which she
showed her and were much admired
Down stairs, I heard Mrs Perkins and Aunty agree I would garden on
Wednesday and Thursday and Mrs Perkins also said she might be able to
find something from her daughters old clothes I might like!
The next day I was dressed as Aunty promised in my white pyjamas and
up at 8 ‘o’clock, I spent the morning washing and cleaning but was
put to bed for a nap with curtains drawn at 11.
At 1 ‘o’clock I was allowed up and after dinner we spent the afternoon
upstairs where I changed the beds under Aunty’s instructions, leaving
my own till last, when it had been done, I was told to draw the
curtains and to go to bed, it was 3.45. I stayed there till 5.45
and then Aunty came and got me up, made me put on my blue nightdress
and dressing gown and gave me my tea.
At 6.30 after a very quick shower I was back in bed for the night but
at least my still very tender bottom was left alone. So ended my
punishment day.
The next day, we both went to Mrs Perkins at 9.30, when we got there
she made a cup of tea for Aunty and I gave her the £50 for the
damage. She then showed me what she wanted doing, mainly weeding and
grass cutting and told me where the tools were kept, she also said “
I’ve seen you being put to bed and it won’t do you any harm, now be a
good boy from now on”
While I started my gardening duties a selection of very girly pyjamas
was produced indoors for selection and Mrs Perkins said” she won’t want
these anymore and she was about his size at 14, take what you want for
him, do you think he should try them on”
Aunty said “that work will take a couple of days , would you like him
to stay for the night and we can put them on him later?”
Mrs Perkins said “that’s fine with me, it will help reinforce his
lesson for the accident, I’ll sort out her old room and perhaps you
would join me for tea at 5 and we can bathe and dress him later, what
time do you think he should go to bed?”
Aunty said “see how he behaves, I would say 8 ‘o’ clock because he
has been put to bed early and we’ll keep these pyjamas a secret, I’ll
let him think he will be wearing a pair of his confiscated one’s
without making a promise. Of course if there’s any naughtiness a much
earlier bedtime will be justified as well as a spanking”
Aunty left and told me that I would be staying which quite excited me
at the time, Assumed I was being given back my pyjamas as well I was
staying away from home.
At 5’o’clock Aunty returned and we had tea, Mrs Perkins said I had done
very well and she was pleased with my work but then the blow fell.
Mrs Perkins said “Sarah has told me, you need more pyjamas as yours
have been confiscated
for your bad behaviour, you can have a bath to wash the dirt off and
then you can try them on down here, right it’s bath time come on”
They both followed me upstairs and Mrs Perkins told me to go in the
first room on the right and get in the bath, Aunty followed me in and
started to wash while Mrs Perkins brought my pyjamas downstairs to
warm. A few minutes later she joined Aunty and me with a girly
dressing gown and they both washed and dried me. Mrs Perkins said I hope you like your pyjamas but the dressing gown made me fearful
We came down the stairs and I saw that an array of extremely girlish
yellow and pink pyjamas, some extremely frilly were laid out in the
living room, I said “WHERE ARE MY PYJAMAS!!”
The answer from both was “these are yours!”
Both of them then proceeded to put me in them, jacket by one and
trousers by another with me, feebly resisting till Aunt Sarah said,
”you are an extremely ungrateful boy, I confiscated your pyjamas for
a good reason and told you what you will be wearing for the rest of
your stay, we were going to let you stay up till 8 but not now and we
are both going to warm your bottom which they did, while I was wearing
a flowery yellow pair.
After the spanking finished they both followed me up to bed with the
promise that I had better behave or else and that I could look forward
to another day of gardening with a 5 ‘o’ clock bedtime to end the
next day.
were going shopping today and that I was expected to be on my best
behaviour if I wanted to avoid a smacked bottom and an early bedtime.
She then told me to get up and get dressed, remarking about how
pretty the Victorian nightdress I was wearing was and how I must be
looking forward to putting it on again, I was a bit grumpy and said “
I want to wear my own pyjamas, not nightdresses”
She replied quickly “I’ll ignore that for now but anymore lip and the
hairbrush will be out and all you’ll be doing in spending more of your
holiday time in bed, now get washed and get dressed, this is your
final warning!”
I did as I was told and joined her for breakfast and we went out just
before 10, to the local supermarket, while we were there I did
everything she told me, getting things of the shelves and following
her list faithfully and I thought the visit has gone well, surely I
couldn’t get in any trouble, a visit to the cinema was even mentioned
as we left the supermarket and returned to the car park.
But I was wrong, when we reached Aunty’s car, I swung the trolley
around, but a bit to hard and it clipped the rear light of the car
parked next door with a crack of breaking plastic.
”Oh you stupid boy, what did you do that for, I’ll have to leave a
note and hope whoever owns the car is understanding, and you can
forget the cinema”
”I’m sorry Aunty, really sorry, I didn’t mean to do it, I’ll pay
for the damage”
”Yes you will, in more ways than one! “
While this was going on, a lady who I’d seen at another till came up
to us, and said “ Sarah what’s happened here”
Aunt Sarah replied “hello Mrs Perkins, it’s my nephew being careless,
he let the trolley hit your car but he’ll pay for the damage, could
you find out how much it will cost and let me know?”
” I was going to see the man who fixes the car after this, because I
had trouble starting it this morning, I’ll give you a call later “
Then she added,” I hope he’s going to be punished for this, that
little car takes me everywhere”
”Oh he will, believe me as, soon as we get home it’s on with his
nightwear and over my knee for a good spanking”
Mrs Perkins, living up to what James had told me on our walk said “ is
he sleeping in Julie’s old room, I noticed the curtains where closed
early on Friday ?”
”Yes he is, I put him to bed for breaking a window and he was in bed
early last night, you didn’t catch him looking out did you, because
if you did, he’ll really be in for it!”
”No I can’t say I saw him but I’ll keep an eye out from now on and
ring you later Bye”
Aunty told me to unload the trolley and get in the car and be silent
while she thought about my punishment to come and we went home.
We got back to the house and I carried the shopping in to try and
lessen my impending fate, and I started putting things away, Aunty
went upstairs when she came down she said
”you are going to bed for the rest of today, I will let you up for
supper but it will be bed straight afterwards, if Mrs Perkins comes
around you will properly apologise but now you are going to have a
bath and then you are going to get a spanking you won’t forget in a
hurry, also I have taken your last pair of boys pyjamas from your
room , you won’t need them the rest of your stay, upstairs now !!”
She told me to go in the bathroom and she undressed me very quickly,
but not too quickly to put a few slaps on my bottom, and told me to
get in the bath.
She soaped me all over and while she washed me she said “and don’t
think this will be over today, you will be staying in tomorrow and
will wear your white pyjamas all day, you can help me with the
housework and you will have an early bedtime and a nap in the
afternoon, that should keep you out of trouble, I hope your looking
forward to it I am”
After she had washed me to her satisfaction, she dried me off with a
sprinkle of talcum and a spray of perfume which told me was because of
my impending bedtime and took me to her bedroom where my pink
nightdress was laid out on her bed together with a slipper and
hairbrush.
”Your a very naughty boy and soon you are going to be a very sore
bottomed boy, now arms up”
She put the nightdress on me and almost before the hem had hit my
ankles, pulled me over her knee and she said every time I hit your
bottom say thank you and then it began, first with the slipper
SPANK
Thank you!
SPANK
Thank you!
AND ON AND ON IT WENT
I could see my bottom glowing in her mirror and the hairbrush spanking
was so painful I begged her through tears to stop and soon after she
did
”Now thank me and ask me to put you to bed”
”Aunty, please will you put me to bed and thank you for spanking me “
She took me to my room and told me to draw the curtains, as I did so I
saw Mrs Perkins wave at me.
Just after I was put to bed, the phone rang and I heard Aunty tell
her to come around at 4, which was over three hours away for me.
At a few minutes to 4, Aunt got me up and put on my dressing gown and
we waited for her visit, which followed soon after she had been made a
cup of tea.
Mrs Perkins got down to business,”it will cost £30 for the indicator,
the paint damage will be another £50 but if he will do some gardening
for me, I’ll take £50 for both”
Aunty said “that seems very fair but it will have to wait till after
tomorrow, he’s having a punishment day all day today and the next”
Then she told me to take of my dressing gown and show my sore
red bottom to Mrs Perkins telling her to give me few if she wanted.
Mrs Perkins said “what a lovely nightdress, I suppose he doesn’t like
it but he looks very pretty in it, he reminds me of my daughter, a
policewoman now, who also had a few early nights at his age, perhaps
just a few then for the damage”
Aunty told me to go to Mrs Perkins who put me over her knee and bared
my red rump, she brought her hand down hard and swift 10 times and
each time I yowled in agony
When she’d finished, I was given my tea and taken back to bed while
Mrs Perkins watched. While I was placed back in bed Aunty told her
about my pyjamas being confiscated and that I had only two pairs of my
naughty boy ones plus the blue nightdress and Victorian one which she
showed her and were much admired
Down stairs, I heard Mrs Perkins and Aunty agree I would garden on
Wednesday and Thursday and Mrs Perkins also said she might be able to
find something from her daughters old clothes I might like!
The next day I was dressed as Aunty promised in my white pyjamas and
up at 8 ‘o’clock, I spent the morning washing and cleaning but was
put to bed for a nap with curtains drawn at 11.
At 1 ‘o’clock I was allowed up and after dinner we spent the afternoon
upstairs where I changed the beds under Aunty’s instructions, leaving
my own till last, when it had been done, I was told to draw the
curtains and to go to bed, it was 3.45. I stayed there till 5.45
and then Aunty came and got me up, made me put on my blue nightdress
and dressing gown and gave me my tea.
At 6.30 after a very quick shower I was back in bed for the night but
at least my still very tender bottom was left alone. So ended my
punishment day.
The next day, we both went to Mrs Perkins at 9.30, when we got there
she made a cup of tea for Aunty and I gave her the £50 for the
damage. She then showed me what she wanted doing, mainly weeding and
grass cutting and told me where the tools were kept, she also said “
I’ve seen you being put to bed and it won’t do you any harm, now be a
good boy from now on”
While I started my gardening duties a selection of very girly pyjamas
was produced indoors for selection and Mrs Perkins said” she won’t want
these anymore and she was about his size at 14, take what you want for
him, do you think he should try them on”
Aunty said “that work will take a couple of days , would you like him
to stay for the night and we can put them on him later?”
Mrs Perkins said “that’s fine with me, it will help reinforce his
lesson for the accident, I’ll sort out her old room and perhaps you
would join me for tea at 5 and we can bathe and dress him later, what
time do you think he should go to bed?”
Aunty said “see how he behaves, I would say 8 ‘o’ clock because he
has been put to bed early and we’ll keep these pyjamas a secret, I’ll
let him think he will be wearing a pair of his confiscated one’s
without making a promise. Of course if there’s any naughtiness a much
earlier bedtime will be justified as well as a spanking”
Aunty left and told me that I would be staying which quite excited me
at the time, Assumed I was being given back my pyjamas as well I was
staying away from home.
At 5’o’clock Aunty returned and we had tea, Mrs Perkins said I had done
very well and she was pleased with my work but then the blow fell.
Mrs Perkins said “Sarah has told me, you need more pyjamas as yours
have been confiscated
for your bad behaviour, you can have a bath to wash the dirt off and
then you can try them on down here, right it’s bath time come on”
They both followed me upstairs and Mrs Perkins told me to go in the
first room on the right and get in the bath, Aunty followed me in and
started to wash while Mrs Perkins brought my pyjamas downstairs to
warm. A few minutes later she joined Aunty and me with a girly
dressing gown and they both washed and dried me. Mrs Perkins said I hope you like your pyjamas but the dressing gown made me fearful
We came down the stairs and I saw that an array of extremely girlish
yellow and pink pyjamas, some extremely frilly were laid out in the
living room, I said “WHERE ARE MY PYJAMAS!!”
The answer from both was “these are yours!”
Both of them then proceeded to put me in them, jacket by one and
trousers by another with me, feebly resisting till Aunt Sarah said,
”you are an extremely ungrateful boy, I confiscated your pyjamas for
a good reason and told you what you will be wearing for the rest of
your stay, we were going to let you stay up till 8 but not now and we
are both going to warm your bottom which they did, while I was wearing
a flowery yellow pair.
After the spanking finished they both followed me up to bed with the
promise that I had better behave or else and that I could look forward
to another day of gardening with a 5 ‘o’ clock bedtime to end the
next day.
The flowery yellow pyjamas I was wearing as I went up the
stairs were a
little big for me, the waist was elasticated but they were quite a
bit longer in the leg and the top was much bigger than either my own
pyjamas or those I had been wearing at Aunty’s so I suspected that
Mary who was the policewoman daughter of Mrs Perkins must have been a
big girl!
They both followed me into the bedroom which looked much more old
fashioned than Julie’s and Mrs Perkins drew the curtains which made
Aunty say” I always make them do that, I think it reinforces the
message that naughtiness and cheek results in bed with a sore bottom “
while she said this she drew back the covers to reveal very soft
looking pink flannelette sheets to encase me for the night.
She added “now in you get dearest and be very good for Mrs Perkins or
else, I’ll be back tomorrow to take you home, when you’ve finished
off your gardening and if I get a good report, I may let you stay up
till “8”.
They tucked me in and went downstairs, it was about 6 and the sun
streamed through the curtains and I could hear them laughing about my
predicament, with Aunty saying how lovely the pyjamas Mrs Perkins had
given her were and how I would love growing into them. About an hour
later the front door banged and Aunty left with the rest of my new
pyjamas to add to the growing collection at her house.
A minute or so afterwards, the bedroom door opened and Mrs Perkins
came up to me and told me, I could come down for a bit of supper and
she gave me a dressing gown to wear and a pair of slippers.
Over supper, Mrs Perkins explained that her daughter had been like
me, that she had come home with alcohol on her breath when she was 14
and how she was getting into bad company and looked like failing all
her exams and the only way to cure her had been to introduce a regime
of early bedtimes, spankings and making her catch up with her
schoolwork on pain of even earlier bedtimes but she’d regretted
letting her daughter’s friends like Julie know how she was punished
as it must have been embarrassing for her.
I told her that judging by my experience of my Aunt I was sure Julie
had the same if not worse.
She also told me that she had had a hard marriage and when her husband
left her she had to work very hard to keep a roof over their heads
and wanted the best for Mary, and how in her job as a school secretary
(which was why she had the same holidays as me), she thought a little
discipline was missing from many of the pupils lives.
She took me back to my bed at 8 and tucked me in again, while I lay
their, I wished I’d been staying with Mrs Perkins, Aunt Sarah seemed
to relish punishing me much more and I was sure I hadn’t seen the
worst of her temper yet.
Around 9, the phone began ringing and I could hear Mrs Perkins saying
”of course he can stay for a few more days, there’s plenty of work
for him and it’s a big help to me,” then she added “no I don’t need
any night clothes for him, I’ve got some pretty nighties he can
wear, keep his pyjamas but could you drop off some day clothes” she
finished with a “see you at 8”
Mrs Perkins got me up in good time for Aunty who arrived promptly to
tell me “I got a call from the scout leader last night, there has
been some local flooding were the scout camp is, and the minibus has
been damaged , they want some responsible parents to come and collect
their boys and help get others to the train or bus station and make
sure they get on the right one home.
I’m going now and when I’ve sorted it out I’m going to give James a
little treat for a few days in Blackpool on the way back, so Mrs
Perkins has said you can stay here till Sunday. I’ve left some clothes
and money for you and told your mum where you are, be very good for
Mrs Perkins, if hear of any naughty behaviour, I’ll put you straight
to bed when I get home and you’ll be begging me to stop spanking
you, understand!!”
”Yes Aunty”
And with a good bye, she was gone and we had breakfast together and I
got on with my work which was tidying the shed outside and later I
could paint the fence and there was plenty more for me to do, so Mrs
Perkins said.
Things were going well, and I was enjoying the work, we had a nice
dinner together at 1 and I
was repairing the fence for painting in the afternoon and had almost
finished at 4.30 ready for painting with wood preservative tomorrow
when I hit my fingers with the hammer.
I cried out in pain, that bloody well hurts,”
Mrs Perkins came out and I saw yet another side to her
”I won’t have language like that, your a rude naughty boy, what will
the neighbours think, come in now, this minute!”
Inside she said to me “right it’s bath, nightdress, spanking, tea
and then bed for you for the night”
”Please Mrs Perkins, I’ve done a good job today”
”You have but the whole neighbourhood will have heard that racket,
come on, I won’t have language like that in my house” and she took me by
the ear to the bathroom and ran a bath, she left the bathroom and
came back a few minutes later with a very long and very girlish pink nightdress with little hearts, a lace collar and sleeves and puff shoulders, it was made of soft winceyette. She draped the nightie over the radiator to warm while she supervised my bath.
My thumb and fingers had stopped throbbing as badly now and I wished I
had been more stoic, she undressed me and I got in the bath where she
soaped me all over and cleaned every nook and cranny, she dried me off
in a big fluffy towel and with an “arms up”, pulled the soft warm nightdress
over my head and it cascaded to the floor. She straightened the sleeves, buttoned the Peter Pan collar up to the neck and ushered me onto the landing. It was difficult to walk in the nightdress because of its length and I raised it up as we went down the stairs.
”Now it’s a good spanking for you” and she pulled me over her knee
rising up the hem of the nightdress over my back.
Unlike Aunty, Mrs Perkins didn’t use a hair brush or slippers to
supplement her hand and she was very, very, strong, each smack powered
into my bottom sending me forward.
Smack!!!
”Ooooow!”
”What a naughty boy you are, you so deserve this for your foul
language!”
Smack!!!
”Ooooow”
After about 10 really hard whacks, the door opened and a voice I had
never heard before said,
”Who is this mum, why is he being spanked and why is he wearing that
old nightdress of mine, I hope his Mum approves, I wouldn’t like to
have to arrest you?
I turned around and it was Mary in her smart police uniform, a woman
quite large now and a big child I would think, come for tea as usual
on a Thursday, who gave me a little smile.
”It’s Sarah’s nephew, he has to stay here a few days as James is
flooded out at his scout camp and they are going to have some time
together in Blackpool when she picks him up, so he’s staying here till
Sunday.
little big for me, the waist was elasticated but they were quite a
bit longer in the leg and the top was much bigger than either my own
pyjamas or those I had been wearing at Aunty’s so I suspected that
Mary who was the policewoman daughter of Mrs Perkins must have been a
big girl!
They both followed me into the bedroom which looked much more old
fashioned than Julie’s and Mrs Perkins drew the curtains which made
Aunty say” I always make them do that, I think it reinforces the
message that naughtiness and cheek results in bed with a sore bottom “
while she said this she drew back the covers to reveal very soft
looking pink flannelette sheets to encase me for the night.
She added “now in you get dearest and be very good for Mrs Perkins or
else, I’ll be back tomorrow to take you home, when you’ve finished
off your gardening and if I get a good report, I may let you stay up
till “8”.
They tucked me in and went downstairs, it was about 6 and the sun
streamed through the curtains and I could hear them laughing about my
predicament, with Aunty saying how lovely the pyjamas Mrs Perkins had
given her were and how I would love growing into them. About an hour
later the front door banged and Aunty left with the rest of my new
pyjamas to add to the growing collection at her house.
A minute or so afterwards, the bedroom door opened and Mrs Perkins
came up to me and told me, I could come down for a bit of supper and
she gave me a dressing gown to wear and a pair of slippers.
Over supper, Mrs Perkins explained that her daughter had been like
me, that she had come home with alcohol on her breath when she was 14
and how she was getting into bad company and looked like failing all
her exams and the only way to cure her had been to introduce a regime
of early bedtimes, spankings and making her catch up with her
schoolwork on pain of even earlier bedtimes but she’d regretted
letting her daughter’s friends like Julie know how she was punished
as it must have been embarrassing for her.
I told her that judging by my experience of my Aunt I was sure Julie
had the same if not worse.
She also told me that she had had a hard marriage and when her husband
left her she had to work very hard to keep a roof over their heads
and wanted the best for Mary, and how in her job as a school secretary
(which was why she had the same holidays as me), she thought a little
discipline was missing from many of the pupils lives.
She took me back to my bed at 8 and tucked me in again, while I lay
their, I wished I’d been staying with Mrs Perkins, Aunt Sarah seemed
to relish punishing me much more and I was sure I hadn’t seen the
worst of her temper yet.
Around 9, the phone began ringing and I could hear Mrs Perkins saying
”of course he can stay for a few more days, there’s plenty of work
for him and it’s a big help to me,” then she added “no I don’t need
any night clothes for him, I’ve got some pretty nighties he can
wear, keep his pyjamas but could you drop off some day clothes” she
finished with a “see you at 8”
Mrs Perkins got me up in good time for Aunty who arrived promptly to
tell me “I got a call from the scout leader last night, there has
been some local flooding were the scout camp is, and the minibus has
been damaged , they want some responsible parents to come and collect
their boys and help get others to the train or bus station and make
sure they get on the right one home.
I’m going now and when I’ve sorted it out I’m going to give James a
little treat for a few days in Blackpool on the way back, so Mrs
Perkins has said you can stay here till Sunday. I’ve left some clothes
and money for you and told your mum where you are, be very good for
Mrs Perkins, if hear of any naughty behaviour, I’ll put you straight
to bed when I get home and you’ll be begging me to stop spanking
you, understand!!”
”Yes Aunty”
And with a good bye, she was gone and we had breakfast together and I
got on with my work which was tidying the shed outside and later I
could paint the fence and there was plenty more for me to do, so Mrs
Perkins said.
Things were going well, and I was enjoying the work, we had a nice
dinner together at 1 and I
was repairing the fence for painting in the afternoon and had almost
finished at 4.30 ready for painting with wood preservative tomorrow
when I hit my fingers with the hammer.
I cried out in pain, that bloody well hurts,”
Mrs Perkins came out and I saw yet another side to her
”I won’t have language like that, your a rude naughty boy, what will
the neighbours think, come in now, this minute!”
Inside she said to me “right it’s bath, nightdress, spanking, tea
and then bed for you for the night”
”Please Mrs Perkins, I’ve done a good job today”
”You have but the whole neighbourhood will have heard that racket,
come on, I won’t have language like that in my house” and she took me by
the ear to the bathroom and ran a bath, she left the bathroom and
came back a few minutes later with a very long and very girlish pink nightdress with little hearts, a lace collar and sleeves and puff shoulders, it was made of soft winceyette. She draped the nightie over the radiator to warm while she supervised my bath.
My thumb and fingers had stopped throbbing as badly now and I wished I
had been more stoic, she undressed me and I got in the bath where she
soaped me all over and cleaned every nook and cranny, she dried me off
in a big fluffy towel and with an “arms up”, pulled the soft warm nightdress
over my head and it cascaded to the floor. She straightened the sleeves, buttoned the Peter Pan collar up to the neck and ushered me onto the landing. It was difficult to walk in the nightdress because of its length and I raised it up as we went down the stairs.
”Now it’s a good spanking for you” and she pulled me over her knee
rising up the hem of the nightdress over my back.
Unlike Aunty, Mrs Perkins didn’t use a hair brush or slippers to
supplement her hand and she was very, very, strong, each smack powered
into my bottom sending me forward.
Smack!!!
”Ooooow!”
”What a naughty boy you are, you so deserve this for your foul
language!”
Smack!!!
”Ooooow”
After about 10 really hard whacks, the door opened and a voice I had
never heard before said,
”Who is this mum, why is he being spanked and why is he wearing that
old nightdress of mine, I hope his Mum approves, I wouldn’t like to
have to arrest you?
I turned around and it was Mary in her smart police uniform, a woman
quite large now and a big child I would think, come for tea as usual
on a Thursday, who gave me a little smile.
”It’s Sarah’s nephew, he has to stay here a few days as James is
flooded out at his scout camp and they are going to have some time
together in Blackpool when she picks him up, so he’s staying here till
Sunday.
She has given me her full permission to discipline him and he’s been
having very early bedtimes because of his naughtiness while he’s been
staying with her, he was swearing the most foul language just before
you came so he needs a lesson, and he damaged my car at the
supermarket on Monday as well”
”But why isn’t he wearing his own pyjamas?”
”His mother dropped him of last Thursday and she has gone to care for
his Grandmother, as far as I can gather, he’s a bit like you were at that
age and she gave Sarah some very feminine nightclothes for him to wear
if he was naughty, I’ve given her all your old pyjamas and he looked
lovely in the pink ones last night and the two nightdresses I still
have of yours will suit him”
Mary smiled at me and said “ I remember the time you put me to bed
with a sore button, I so wanted it to end, but I’m a Sergeant now
and have my own house so I can’t complain, you better finish his
punishment and then we can have tea.”
All this happened in the late 70’s, it wasn’t that unusual then for a
bed punishment preceded by a good, hard, bare bottom, spanking to
happen then, certainly up to 16 years old anyway, the girly
nightclothes were unusual but no one really questioned things then the
way they do now, and as I write this, I’m sure a lot of parents
would have done the same if they had thought of it.
Mrs Perkins then dealt out another intense round of smacks to my rear
and then she allowed me to join them at the table with the soft
winceyette barely cushioning my red bottom
We had a nice tea and then she said “come on bedtime, you naughty
boy, let’s get you tucked in, out of the way, upstairs now!”
Mrs Perkins took me by the ear up the stairs with a “I hope you’ve
learned your lesson, if you have, you can stay up later tomorrow,
and if you finish the painting in the morning, we’ll go out to the
the cinema and wimpey bar”
She closed the bedroom curtains, lifted the covers and tucked me in
and told me, as it was early I could read for a bit, something Aunt
Sarah never would have allowed but it was lights out at 8.30 sharp and
so it was, although the sun still came through the curtains for quite
a while after.
At some point Mary must have gone home but I didn’t hear her go and I
eventually fell asleep.
Work went well the next day and I enjoyed treating the fence and best
of all Mrs Perkins kept her word and we had a good day out and didn’t
get in till 8 when she put me into my other new nightdress, a very
frilly pink creation and I had some sandwiches with her before going
to bed at 9 on my own which was a pleasant change.
The day after was good as well, I finished a few more jobs and she
took me out again to a play produced by the amateur dramatics
society, I think it was “ An Inspector Calls” but I don’t really
remember now.
On the way back I asked Mrs Perkins not to tell Aunty about my early
bedtime for spanking but she told me she would have to tell Sarah if
she asked, as she lived a truthful life, I think she was a bit
religious but I knew I would regret her honesty
On Sunday around 2 “o” clock, Sarah turned up with James in the
back of the car and he got out to have a chat with me while Aunty and
Mrs Perkins got my things together.
James told me about the flood and how it had done a lot of damage but
he’d liked Blackpool, he also warned me Aunty was in a foul mood over
an argument she had had with the landlady when she went to pay the
bill this morning, so I better be careful!
Aunty summoned me back into the house to say goodbye and thank Mrs
Perkins and I thought I was in the clear over my early bedtime for
swearing and we went home complete with a bag containing the two
nightdresses and the pyjamas I had worn on my first night.
We went in and Aunty told me to put my clothes away and to put the
dirty ones in the washing basket, Mrs Perkins had washed my work and
day clothes for me as well as the blue nightdress and my pyjamas, so
there was only last night’s nightdress to wash and what I had on which
I told Aunty.
She ignored me and I put everything away, while I was hanging up the
nightdress in my wardrobe, I heard the bath running and then Aunty
told me to come down.
She said “Mrs Perkins told me you had done a very job for her and if
she had had to pay someone it would have cost her quite a lot of money
which is in your favour, however she also told me about putting you to
bed for swearing on Thursday night and I told you what would happen if
you were naughty. Your bath will almost be ready and then you are
going to bed, because of your good work for her I am only going to
hand spank you, although I suspect the hairbrush is what you really
need, upstairs now!! “
As she marched me upstairs I passed James on the stairs and Aunty told
him what was happening and why but there was nothing he could do for
me.
The rest followed the pattern, I was quickly stripped and put in the
bath, towelled off and taken back to the bedroom where I was placed
in another pair of the pyjamas I had been given by Mrs Perkins, they
were very pale yellow with little flowers and Aunty only put the
jacket on me at first, doing up all the buttons to the Peter Pan
collar
She then spanked me and even though it was only with her hand, by then
my bottom was quite tender from all the other punishment it had
received and it brought a tear to my eye.
Aunty finished of by saying “on with your bottoms, I hope you’ve
learned a lesson, I doubt it though!”
And she held them out for me to step in, like the others they were
large and Aunty, I thought, rather nastily, let the elasticated waist
ping against my sore bottom before tucking the jacket in to the
trousers and telling me to close the curtains.
While I was closing them I saw Mrs Perkins hanging out her washing and
she blew me a kiss.
Aunty tucked me in and closed the bedroom door with the usual
instructions not to read or look out the window. I did get caught
looking out once by Mrs Perkins the next Saturday but she never told
Aunty, I think she always felt guilty about that Sunday when she
effectively made sure I was put to bed by her honesty.
It was just after 3, and at 6, I was allowed down for tea, whilst we
were having tea, the phone rang, Aunty answered it and it was Mum who
asked to speak to me after she had been brought up to date on my
behaviour.
She said “ we’ll really be having a good conversational about your
behaviour when we get home, but that can wait, your Grandmother is much
better and can almost cope with the help of a friend of hers from a
few doors down. I am going to stay one more week but will pick you up
next Sunday, Aunt Sarah has my continuing permission to punish you
whenever you need it so try and be a good boy next week or else!
Now finish your tea, and when your Aunty puts the phone down you are
to ask her to give you 10 with the hairbrush on your bare bottom and
then put you back to bed, I’ll check, now put your Aunt back on”
They spoke for about 15 minutes and Aunt ended the call with a “
fine, that will be great, see you Sunday, bye! “ and she put the
phone down.
Before she came back to the table, I told her what Mum had asked me
to tell her and she said “just as well, your Mum told me as well, if
you hadn’t you’d have got double and you would be going to bed at
midday tomorrow, James fetch my hairbrush! And be quick if you don’t
want a dose as well”
He was down in less than a minute and while he was gone my pyjama
trousers were removed and she put her leg over mine to prevent me
kicking her as I reacted to the spanking, he handed the brush to her.
” I really hope your mother punishes you when she gets you home, you
are a very naughty boy and I think the best thing for you would be a
week of very early bedtimes, one’ o clock would be late enough for
you! You’re getting 20 anyway 10 from each of us”
Then she smacked me with brush, 5 on one cheek, 5 on the other
followed by another 10 which were excruciating and brought me to
tears
Once again she let the pyjama elastic ping against my bottom which
added to the pain.
”Beddy-byes now for you, say goodnight to James “ which I did and
then she took me back upstairs and put me in bed.
This wasn’t the worst though that I was to experience, next Saturday
when my Aunty’s sister in law visited with her two daughters would be
an event I would never forget and then I had the return home with Mum
and her own plans.
Of course this Sunday night I had no idea of the future.
Aunt Sarah woke me up on Monday morning at 8 “o” clock
with the
promise that any misbehaviour would involve a prompt and painful
return to bed, she also told me that because of my conduct
yesterday, I was not to leave my bedroom that morning and must lie in
bed until midday when I would be allowed up and able to go out with
James.
I gave her a look of annoyance which she picked up on, by drawing back
the sheets, taking me from my bed and ripping my pyjama bottoms down
and then spanking me
”You really are a most disagreeable child, every time I spank that
naughty bottom of yours, I know I’m doing your Mother a favour and I
hope she continues to give you just what you need, don’t ever look
that way at me again” and as she said this she rained spanks down on
my sore bottom.
When she’d finished, she took off my pyjama jacket and got out the
white cotton nightdress that Julie had given me saying” maybe this will
suit you better “, as she redressed me and put me back in bed.
Aunty did keep her promise though and I was allowed up at 1pm, a bit
later, but at least I could go out today, when she’d put me in the
nightdress, I had thought, that’s it, a long day in bed to look
forward to and all for a look, what a relief.
I had my breakfast / dinner with James and we went out, it was good
to see him again after my long week at the mercy of his Mum and Mrs
Perkins .We played a bit of football in the park with some of his
friends and as the gentleman he is, no mention was made of my
punishment.
We had been told to be back for 6 and both of us made sure we kept to
that schedule, neither of us had any wish to experience the
consequences of coming home late.
When we got home at 5.55, Aunty had made a spaghetti Bolognese and
although I was put back into my Victorian nightdress at 7.30 and James
told to put his pyjamas on at 8.30, we weren’t told to go to bed till
9 which was a relief after last week’s events.
And so the week proceeded on a happy note, from Tuesday to Friday,
Aunty still told me when to get up, whereas James could leave his
bedroom himself and I was always dressed for bed whereas he dressed
himself but still I was up at 9 for those four mornings and the
Saturday and I thought to myself, just get through the next 24 hours.
James showed me around the nearby town and I was beginning to forget
my previous experiences, we even bumped into Mrs Perkins and I told him
about what it was like staying there and how she had both caused me
and spared me a spanking and no doubt some punishment bedtime as well.
I also told him about police woman Mary and he told me about the flood
that had disrupted his scouting holiday and how Blackpool was a
little bit down at heel and for once life didn’t seem bad at Aunty’s.
James also let me know that Aunty had bought me a surprise to take
home but he didn’t know exactly what it was but I was soon to find
out.
And of course I was looking forward to seeing Mum and getting to the
bottom, if you will pardon the pun, of why she had bought such pretty
but extremely feminine and girly nightwear for me and why Aunty had
been allowed to confiscate my pyjamas and inflict such pain on my
bottom.
So Friday passed into Saturday with no spankings, no particularly
early bedtimes and it started well.
Aunt Sarah had been married but unlike Mrs Perkins and Mum, she was a
widow, James told me his father had been a planning officer for the
council and had a heart attack at work, leaving her and him
financially well provided for, so she didn’t need to work and only
took the odd part time job to stave off boredom.
The consequence of this was she kept in touch with her husbands
relatives and she was due a visit on Saturday by her sister in law
Anne and her two daughters Sophie and Camilla aged 14 and 12
respectively.
That Saturday morning, Aunty got me up without any threat or
punishment and I helped her tidy the house, James went out to see a
friend in the scouts and all seemed fine till they arrived.
I suppose Anne was a distant Aunt of mine and the two girls were my
cousins but I’ve never understood relationships beyond immediate
family, anyway it started ok, they had arrived at one o’clock so it
was natural that we had a meal together and when we’d eaten, Sophie
said, “if Francis doesn’t wash up, will you put him to bed Aunty
Sarah.”
I thought the Aunties had been talking about me, and it didn’t bode
well.
Sarah said “ I would, if he was naughty, he’s had a few early nights
while he’s been here, I don’t think 14 years, is too old for a
spanking and an early night for any naughty child” Camilla laughed at
this.
Before things got any further, Anne said, “why don’t they all wash up “
and “ Sarah said “that’s a good idea, go on all of you”.
So we took out all the plates to the kitchen, and when there was just
the three of us, I said
” are you two trying to get me sent to bed, I suppose
you must have overheard your Mum talking to Aunty?”
They said together “yes we did and we’d like to see you in a
nightdress or girls pyjamas and put to bed, our Mum doesn’t punish us
like that and we’d like to see a spanking “
With that, Sophie ran from the room pretending to cry, to her mother,
this all happened very quickly and I thought I would prevail in what
was to come.
I didn’t hear what she said, but I assume it would have been
something like this “ Francis called me a twisted bitch what does that
mean, he seemed very angry and I was frightened?”
Anyway whatever she said, no more than 30 seconds later, Aunty had me
by the ear in the living room,” DID YOU SAY THAT, DID YOU? “ She
was shouting and I knew I was in for it.
Anne said “ I think they probably did provoke him but I can’t have
them spoken to like that and it’s his own fault for being so naughty”
At that point Camilla came in saying she’d finished the dishes and
could she go home as she was frightened of me.
Aunty suddenly said “ he hasn’t had an early bedtime all week and
he’s due a spanking for that remark, this is what we’ll do, Sophie
run upstairs and put the bath on, while I bathe him
and put him into his surprise, I want each of you to go to his
bedroom, it’s Julie’s old one and look in the top two drawers and
pick what you think he should wear to bed, it will be our own little’
Opportunity Knocks’ also there are some nightdresses in the wardrobe,
when the winning ensemble has been chosen, he’ll get a good spanking
from me and Aunty Anne, and then it’s bed for him, now you go to the
corner , over there you naughty boy !”
Aunty went on to tell them about how Mrs Perkins had put me to bed
with a sore bottom for similar language and the two girls visibly
calmed down having almost achieved their aim.
Sophie started to run the bath as instructed and Aunty took me to her
bedroom while it filled up, after about ten minutes, she bathed me,
not forgetting to apply her hand to my bottom and tell me I was a
naughty boy and would deserve everything to come.
The other three, while I was in the bath chose for me, a thick
winceyette pair of pink pyjamas courtesy of Mrs Perkins, the blue
nightdress Mother had bought and a pair of pyjamas Mrs Perkins had
given me which where white with flowers and of a similar thickness to
the pink ones but I hadn’t worn them before.
After my bath, Aunty dried me and warmed my bottom but her main
purpose, to my add to my humiliation was to put me in a peignoir set
comprising a floor length, pink, high neck, thin cotton nightdress and
an associated peignoir which in this case could be worn as a
nightdress in it’s self although there were a considerable amount of
very small pearly buttons to fasten.
Downstairs the girl’s had laid out my nightclothes and had placed the
chairs as if they were judges at a talent contest.
Aunty brought me down to them and there were ooh’s and ahh’s, Aunty
Anne loved the clever arrangement and it’s adaptability, the girls
thought it was very pretty, Sarah explained it was my goodbye present
but this was a good occasion for a trial showing.
All I could do was blush, as I was told to walk in front of the girls
and Aunty Anne, then it was time for the next set.
With my back to them for obvious reasons, Aunty put me in the pink
pyjamas, and again I paraded and then it was the turn of the white
flowery pyjamas and finally the blue nightdress, which they all loved
for it’s delicacy and design but it was not the winner.
I was told to stand in the corner whilst the judges debated the
winning ensemble; finally for it’s simplicity and punishment
potential the pink pyjamas were chosen.
Anne said it was time for a spanking for a naughty boy and would Aunty
just put the jacket on me and she did and led me to Anne, from the
outset it was clear to my bottom, she didn’t have the strength of
Aunty Sarah to inflict pain and Sarah could see this as well, so she
told Sophie to get the hairbrush and where to find it, in her bedroom.
A newly invigorated Aunty Anne took the brush like an Olympic athlete,
from her daughter and really applied it to my bottom and this time it
did hurt, then she invited Sophie and Camille to give me 10 swats
each for my bad language to them whilst for their convenience. I lay
over the end of the couch.
Then it was Aunty Sarah’s turn and she really warmed me with her hand
but perhaps out of respect to my mother or for her own reason, which I
will never know, she didn’t use the brush.
When she’d finished and this time I held back the tears, she popped
me into the pyjama bottoms and said it was my bedtime although it was not
yet 3 o’clock.
She told me to apologise to the girls, and then she said “it’s nightie
night for you, come on, up to bed with you” and I said as a terrible
foreboding of the future came over me “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have
called you what I did, good night Sophie and Camille”
The two girls laughed as they had achieved their objective and said
they accepted my apology and I thought of a more fitting response to
these harpies but I didn’t want anymore attention from Sarah in the
bedroom and at the back of my mind was that soon I would be home.
Although, I had more than an inkling that things had changed forever,
because I couldn’t see why Mum could allow this punishment and
nightwear unless it was part of a plan, so as I lay in bed I feared
for my future and when I was finally put to bed it was no later than 3
”o” clock with a long time until the morning and every chance of
further disciplinary measures, if I wasn’t careful.
promise that any misbehaviour would involve a prompt and painful
return to bed, she also told me that because of my conduct
yesterday, I was not to leave my bedroom that morning and must lie in
bed until midday when I would be allowed up and able to go out with
James.
I gave her a look of annoyance which she picked up on, by drawing back
the sheets, taking me from my bed and ripping my pyjama bottoms down
and then spanking me
”You really are a most disagreeable child, every time I spank that
naughty bottom of yours, I know I’m doing your Mother a favour and I
hope she continues to give you just what you need, don’t ever look
that way at me again” and as she said this she rained spanks down on
my sore bottom.
When she’d finished, she took off my pyjama jacket and got out the
white cotton nightdress that Julie had given me saying” maybe this will
suit you better “, as she redressed me and put me back in bed.
Aunty did keep her promise though and I was allowed up at 1pm, a bit
later, but at least I could go out today, when she’d put me in the
nightdress, I had thought, that’s it, a long day in bed to look
forward to and all for a look, what a relief.
I had my breakfast / dinner with James and we went out, it was good
to see him again after my long week at the mercy of his Mum and Mrs
Perkins .We played a bit of football in the park with some of his
friends and as the gentleman he is, no mention was made of my
punishment.
We had been told to be back for 6 and both of us made sure we kept to
that schedule, neither of us had any wish to experience the
consequences of coming home late.
When we got home at 5.55, Aunty had made a spaghetti Bolognese and
although I was put back into my Victorian nightdress at 7.30 and James
told to put his pyjamas on at 8.30, we weren’t told to go to bed till
9 which was a relief after last week’s events.
And so the week proceeded on a happy note, from Tuesday to Friday,
Aunty still told me when to get up, whereas James could leave his
bedroom himself and I was always dressed for bed whereas he dressed
himself but still I was up at 9 for those four mornings and the
Saturday and I thought to myself, just get through the next 24 hours.
James showed me around the nearby town and I was beginning to forget
my previous experiences, we even bumped into Mrs Perkins and I told him
about what it was like staying there and how she had both caused me
and spared me a spanking and no doubt some punishment bedtime as well.
I also told him about police woman Mary and he told me about the flood
that had disrupted his scouting holiday and how Blackpool was a
little bit down at heel and for once life didn’t seem bad at Aunty’s.
James also let me know that Aunty had bought me a surprise to take
home but he didn’t know exactly what it was but I was soon to find
out.
And of course I was looking forward to seeing Mum and getting to the
bottom, if you will pardon the pun, of why she had bought such pretty
but extremely feminine and girly nightwear for me and why Aunty had
been allowed to confiscate my pyjamas and inflict such pain on my
bottom.
So Friday passed into Saturday with no spankings, no particularly
early bedtimes and it started well.
Aunt Sarah had been married but unlike Mrs Perkins and Mum, she was a
widow, James told me his father had been a planning officer for the
council and had a heart attack at work, leaving her and him
financially well provided for, so she didn’t need to work and only
took the odd part time job to stave off boredom.
The consequence of this was she kept in touch with her husbands
relatives and she was due a visit on Saturday by her sister in law
Anne and her two daughters Sophie and Camilla aged 14 and 12
respectively.
That Saturday morning, Aunty got me up without any threat or
punishment and I helped her tidy the house, James went out to see a
friend in the scouts and all seemed fine till they arrived.
I suppose Anne was a distant Aunt of mine and the two girls were my
cousins but I’ve never understood relationships beyond immediate
family, anyway it started ok, they had arrived at one o’clock so it
was natural that we had a meal together and when we’d eaten, Sophie
said, “if Francis doesn’t wash up, will you put him to bed Aunty
Sarah.”
I thought the Aunties had been talking about me, and it didn’t bode
well.
Sarah said “ I would, if he was naughty, he’s had a few early nights
while he’s been here, I don’t think 14 years, is too old for a
spanking and an early night for any naughty child” Camilla laughed at
this.
Before things got any further, Anne said, “why don’t they all wash up “
and “ Sarah said “that’s a good idea, go on all of you”.
So we took out all the plates to the kitchen, and when there was just
the three of us, I said
” are you two trying to get me sent to bed, I suppose
you must have overheard your Mum talking to Aunty?”
They said together “yes we did and we’d like to see you in a
nightdress or girls pyjamas and put to bed, our Mum doesn’t punish us
like that and we’d like to see a spanking “
With that, Sophie ran from the room pretending to cry, to her mother,
this all happened very quickly and I thought I would prevail in what
was to come.
I didn’t hear what she said, but I assume it would have been
something like this “ Francis called me a twisted bitch what does that
mean, he seemed very angry and I was frightened?”
Anyway whatever she said, no more than 30 seconds later, Aunty had me
by the ear in the living room,” DID YOU SAY THAT, DID YOU? “ She
was shouting and I knew I was in for it.
Anne said “ I think they probably did provoke him but I can’t have
them spoken to like that and it’s his own fault for being so naughty”
At that point Camilla came in saying she’d finished the dishes and
could she go home as she was frightened of me.
Aunty suddenly said “ he hasn’t had an early bedtime all week and
he’s due a spanking for that remark, this is what we’ll do, Sophie
run upstairs and put the bath on, while I bathe him
and put him into his surprise, I want each of you to go to his
bedroom, it’s Julie’s old one and look in the top two drawers and
pick what you think he should wear to bed, it will be our own little’
Opportunity Knocks’ also there are some nightdresses in the wardrobe,
when the winning ensemble has been chosen, he’ll get a good spanking
from me and Aunty Anne, and then it’s bed for him, now you go to the
corner , over there you naughty boy !”
Aunty went on to tell them about how Mrs Perkins had put me to bed
with a sore bottom for similar language and the two girls visibly
calmed down having almost achieved their aim.
Sophie started to run the bath as instructed and Aunty took me to her
bedroom while it filled up, after about ten minutes, she bathed me,
not forgetting to apply her hand to my bottom and tell me I was a
naughty boy and would deserve everything to come.
The other three, while I was in the bath chose for me, a thick
winceyette pair of pink pyjamas courtesy of Mrs Perkins, the blue
nightdress Mother had bought and a pair of pyjamas Mrs Perkins had
given me which where white with flowers and of a similar thickness to
the pink ones but I hadn’t worn them before.
After my bath, Aunty dried me and warmed my bottom but her main
purpose, to my add to my humiliation was to put me in a peignoir set
comprising a floor length, pink, high neck, thin cotton nightdress and
an associated peignoir which in this case could be worn as a
nightdress in it’s self although there were a considerable amount of
very small pearly buttons to fasten.
Downstairs the girl’s had laid out my nightclothes and had placed the
chairs as if they were judges at a talent contest.
Aunty brought me down to them and there were ooh’s and ahh’s, Aunty
Anne loved the clever arrangement and it’s adaptability, the girls
thought it was very pretty, Sarah explained it was my goodbye present
but this was a good occasion for a trial showing.
All I could do was blush, as I was told to walk in front of the girls
and Aunty Anne, then it was time for the next set.
With my back to them for obvious reasons, Aunty put me in the pink
pyjamas, and again I paraded and then it was the turn of the white
flowery pyjamas and finally the blue nightdress, which they all loved
for it’s delicacy and design but it was not the winner.
I was told to stand in the corner whilst the judges debated the
winning ensemble; finally for it’s simplicity and punishment
potential the pink pyjamas were chosen.
Anne said it was time for a spanking for a naughty boy and would Aunty
just put the jacket on me and she did and led me to Anne, from the
outset it was clear to my bottom, she didn’t have the strength of
Aunty Sarah to inflict pain and Sarah could see this as well, so she
told Sophie to get the hairbrush and where to find it, in her bedroom.
A newly invigorated Aunty Anne took the brush like an Olympic athlete,
from her daughter and really applied it to my bottom and this time it
did hurt, then she invited Sophie and Camille to give me 10 swats
each for my bad language to them whilst for their convenience. I lay
over the end of the couch.
Then it was Aunty Sarah’s turn and she really warmed me with her hand
but perhaps out of respect to my mother or for her own reason, which I
will never know, she didn’t use the brush.
When she’d finished and this time I held back the tears, she popped
me into the pyjama bottoms and said it was my bedtime although it was not
yet 3 o’clock.
She told me to apologise to the girls, and then she said “it’s nightie
night for you, come on, up to bed with you” and I said as a terrible
foreboding of the future came over me “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have
called you what I did, good night Sophie and Camille”
The two girls laughed as they had achieved their objective and said
they accepted my apology and I thought of a more fitting response to
these harpies but I didn’t want anymore attention from Sarah in the
bedroom and at the back of my mind was that soon I would be home.
Although, I had more than an inkling that things had changed forever,
because I couldn’t see why Mum could allow this punishment and
nightwear unless it was part of a plan, so as I lay in bed I feared
for my future and when I was finally put to bed it was no later than 3
”o” clock with a long time until the morning and every chance of
further disciplinary measures, if I wasn’t careful.
As I lay in bed that Saturday afternoon, with my stinging
bottom, dressed in the most girlish pink pyjamas and listening to the
laughter of my two persecutors below, at least I had the comfort of
knowing, tomorrow I would be going home.
I could say goodbye to the girlish nightwear and get back to sensible
bedtimes, as Mum didn’t ever spank me, there would be no more
painful times in bed, the troubling part was the fact, that she had
supplied both nightdresses and feminine pyjamas for my stay at Aunt
Sarah’s but I reasoned, perhaps that was because Aunty used this form
of punishment on her son when he was particularly naughty and she
didn’t want me to be treated differently.
An hour passed, very slowly, as the sun poured into my bedroom
through the thin curtains, I didn’t want to sleep anyway and as it
was my last night, I thought it would be all right to read a
little, although I knew this was against the rules if you were put to
bed, still on my last night, surely this wouldn’t be enforced, even if
I was discovered.
Downstairs the visitors were getting ready to leave and Anne asked
Sarah if she could say goodbye to me which Sarah said that would be
fine, as she wanted to see know what I was doing.
Sarah had explained the rules to the visitors that were the source of the laughter that I had heard earlier.
Anne came quietly up the stairs and opened the door very
gently, catching me reading in bed,
she shouted down
”Sarah, he’s reading a football book, I thought this was against the
rules!”
I heard very heavy footsteps charging up the stairs and as Sarah
appeared seconds later, I said
”It’s my last night, I thought I’d been punished enough, it’s not my
fault I’m in bed, it’s your two horrible daughters”
Anne said “I wish he’d been staying with me, I can’t hand spank as
well as you Sarah but he’d have had a date with the hairbrush
everyday at one and then it would have been bed in his frilly jimjams,
he’d have learnt a good lesson after a week with me”
As she finished, Aunty dragged me from the bed , annoyed by the
inference of a lack of disciplinary expertise in her sister in laws
comment, she tore down the pyjama bottoms so quickly they ripped and a
flurry of extremely hard slaps were directed to my bottom.
”Oh you naught boy, your last day and still you can’t behave, your
going to have a light tea and speak to your mother and I’ll have you
back here at 6pm and I may well give you another application, for all
the good it will do. As you’ve torn your pyjamas, I’ll put the blue
nightdress on you when I’ve finished”
In the background, I could hear the two girls laughing summoned by the
noise, like sharks to blood in the water, and Anne said “right we’ll
be off now, see you in a few weeks time and give him some from us”
All three went down the stairs and I heard the front door close in
between the slaps and my own howls and after what felt like 15
minutes, I was stood up, the pyjama jacket removed, the customary
”arms up” and redressed for an early night, I was told to put on my
slippers and dressing gown and brought downstairs to the living
room ,the clock on the wall said 5.30pm
Aunty gave me a few sandwiches and then told me to ring Mum to find
out what time she was coming for me, when she answered she asked me if
I’d been a good boy and I told her about the afternoon’s events ,all
she said was “you don’t seem to be learning do you” and asked me to
put Sarah on, they spoke briefly until Sarah said “ok , I’ll ring you
back when he’s in bed” and put the phone down saying
”right your Mum’s told me to put you back to bed ,come on, it’s nearly
6pm,upstairs now!!!”
In the hall we met James coming in and Aunty told him I was having
another early night and she would explain later and then she hustled
me up the stairs with a few well placed slaps to my rear.
The bedroom curtains were still drawn, so she just remade the bed and
tucked me in with a final warning to behave but she mercifully didn’t
spank me anymore and she took down with her the torn pyjamas to be
repaired before I left.
After she had given James his tea and told him about the days
events, she rang back Mum and amongst other things, she filled her in
on what had transpired, Mum asked her to get my things ready for 10pm
and if she could keep my pyjamas and nightdresses in separate bags,
she also told her Grandmother was staying at her house but could she keep it
a surprise from me and she would ring back tomorrow evening so they
could both catch up, finally she asked for Mrs Perkins address as she
wanted to thank her for looking after me.
I didn’t hear any of this, as I lay with my very red bottom rubbing
against the soft winceyette of the nightdress but just prayed for my
last night of early bedtime to end and eventually fell asleep.
I was woken at 8pm and soon packed all my things in the
suitcases, Aunty took the pyjamas and nightdresses I had been given by
Julie, Mrs Perkins, herself and Mum and I assumed that was the end of
them for me but she didn’t give me back the pyjamas I had come with,
when I asked, she said they were in the wash.
Mum arrived promptly at 9.55 and while they had a cup of tea together
and Aunty had been given a suitable present for looking after me, I
said goodbye to James who wished me luck.
Then they loaded the car together and I said don’t forget my pyjamas
and Aunty went in gave Mum the bags with the nightdresses and girls
pyjamas.
Immediately, I said “where our mine and why are we taking these!!”
Mum then went to the car and got a bag which she gave to Aunt Sarah
saying “these are his old pyjamas, I hope James can make use of
them, he won’t be needing them anymore, now you (directed at me) get
in the car, now!! And not another word!!!”
I did as I was told and we set off but a definite chill had ran up my
spine, after a few minutes we stopped outside Mrs Perkins house, who
was expecting us and was soon at the gate. She came out the house and
said hello to me through the car window and told me to have a nice
time when I got home, something I was wondering about with increasing
concern
Then Mum got out the car with a bottle shaped bag and Mrs Perkins
invited her in presumably to see where I had stayed, anyway after a
few minutes out came Mum with a small carrier bag and Mrs Perkins who
said” I hope they fit him and he likes the colour”, Mum said “ I’m
sure they will “and added she’d make sure as soon as we got home ,
and the bag was placed in the boot out of my sight.
Then the two of them gave each other a hug and with a final goodbye and a peck on my cheek from Mrs Perkins, off we went home
arriving around 12.30pm, as the traffic was light.
All the way home, all Mum would say when I tried to talk about the
weeks away was, “ well if you hadn’t been naughty, you wouldn’t have
been punished, now please be quiet I have a headache and don’t want to
hear your moaning, in fact maybe a good spanking and straight to bed
is just what you need! Now, be quiet!”
Just after telling me this, she stopped the car and made a brief call
at a telephone box but I couldn’t hear what was said
Mum opened the front door and told me to carry my bags upstairs to the
back bedroom and to wait for her, this caused my heart to jump a beat
as I knew what those words meant at Aunty’s They also puzzled me, as
when I had left to stay with Aunt Sarah, my bedroom had been at the
front so this was another surprise.
The bedroom looked like mine with my football things in it but the
bedcover looked girly being pink candlewick and the sheets were now a
very soft winceyette, while I was looking, Mum came in and said” I hope
you like your new bedroom and those sheets I’ve chosen for you.
You’ll see them a bit closer soon, but I suppose your wondering why
I’ve moved you to the back, it’s simple darling, when your closing
your curtains or lying in bed at 2 in the afternoon, I don’t want you
to be embarrassed when your friends call and I make an excuse for you
not being able to come out because your in bed sobbing with a sore
bottom, if they saw the curtains drawn or heard you I’m sure they’d
soon work it out “
Now let’s put your things away, your nightclothes are downstairs by
the way ,well apart from your old pyjamas which I gave to Sarah and
she gave a little laugh.
After we had put my clothes away she said
”Right bath time darling, I know it’s early but let’s begin the way we
mean to go on”, and she told me to sit on the bed while she removed my
shoes, socks, underpants, and trousers with a “no more need for any of
these today darling, well not that type of trouser anyway!” and again
she gave a little laugh, finished undressing me and took me to the
bathroom where foamy bath had been run by someone.
She helped me into the bath and I could see warming on the radiator a
pair of yellow patterned pyjamas with fairies on them and I could also
see a quilted house coat on the back of the door, neither of which I
had seen before, Mum noticed me looking and said “ yes, darling they are
both yours, those pyjamas were made by a guest you’ll meet in a few
minutes but don’t count on a late night, unless you think 5pm is”
She gave me a proper wash as only Mum’s can and helped me out of the
bath where she then proceeded to dry me and sprinkled talcum on my
delicate parts,” now darling into your pyjamas, you haven’t been a
good boy and I’d really like you in bed soon”
”Please Mum don’t be a mean cow, I don’t want to go to be.”, I gave
as a belated protest.
Before I could finish the sentence, Mum had slapped my face twice
then pushed me over the bath and beat my bottom with a nearby
bath brush saying “you were in bed early yesterday for using bad
language to ladies and it will be the same today, now let’s get those
pyjamas on”
She stood me up and buttoned me into the jacket, the material was very
soft on my skin but I didn’t want to wear it, then she held out the
trousers for me to step into and put a girls pair of slippers on my
feet, which I hadn’t noticed before, finishing with putting my arms
through the quilted housecoat and told me to go down stairs to the
living room at the back.
In the living room was Grandmother, who said “do you like your present, I
made the pyjamas especially for you as I understand you’ve developed
a taste for girls nightclothes “, then she said to Mum “I’ve numbered
his nightdresses and pyjamas and written the numbers in the book, and
put the balls in the bowl by me, shall we play naughty boys bedtime
bingo”
By Grandmother, who was sitting on the settee, where all my pyjamas and
nightdresses lying in a pile and on the top was a pair of very
girlish powder blue pyjamas with a lace collar and on the name tag of
the maker was a number, I hadn’t seen them before and Mum said
”darling they’re a present from Mrs Perkins for doing a such good job
on her garden , I can’t wait to put them on you” then she continued
”,each one of your night clothes has a number as you see, every
morning for the rest of the holidays you will pick one from the bowl
and that is what you will be wearing to bed that afternoon or if you
are very good, evening”
”Mum why can’t I wear my old pyjamas, it’s not
fair ,please ,please, I’ll be good”
Grandmother interrupted my pleading
”Sue ,spank him hard now , you won’t get anywhere until he believes
you means business and
he needs to be put into his nightclothes for the next 5 days at
1pm ,for a 3pm bedtime, earlier if necessary”
Mum took off my housecoat , took me over her knee, and pulled the
pyjama bottoms down , then like Aunt Sarah had done before her,
thoroughly warmed my backside, when she’d finished I was told to stand
in the corner and keep quiet while things were explained.
.
Grandmother would be staying for a few weeks to recuperate certainly until
the end of the school holidays. Although she was making great
progress I was to help her with whatever she asked for and Mum who
had used up her compassionate leave would be going back to work a week
tomorrow, while she was at work I must obey Grandmother totally including
putting on nightwear and going to bed when instructed.
My schoolwork was, as Mum had long suspected and was now confirmed by
the school report which had arrived a few days before was appalling.
Therefore it had been decided that I would catch up until the return
to school in 3 weeks time, so as not to distract me, my weekday
bedtime if I behaved would be 6pm, although it would be 3pm for
the next 5 days as my punishment for the earlier behaviour.
While in bed I could read only school subjects except at weekends when
I would be allowed to play out till 5pm,which was my dressing for bed
time and no later unless I wanted a spanked bottom followed by
several early nights, and my weekend bedtime would be 8pm
When I was back at school there would be no playing out in the week
and further thought would be given to the bedtime rules except that
Mum confirmed that until I left her house to go University or work it
would a choice of girlish pyjamas or nightdresses picked by herself or
another female such a Sarah or Grandmother.
When she’d finished she made a dinner for me and told me to put away
my nightdresses and pyjamas and then I was to come down and pick what
I would be wearing the next 5 days, I chose from the bowl which was
now placed prominently on the table: the pink pyjamas Sarah had torn
and repaired, the new pyjamas from Mrs Perkins, Julie’s Victorian
nightdress, a choice they both approved of, the peignoir set from
Sarah again a popular choice with everyone but me and the pink
nightdress Mum had sent with me to Aunt Sarah’s.
Once a choice was made the ball was not put back until the bowl was
empty so I wore everything and of course new items were added
and old ones replaced when they became too small or tattered.
bottom, dressed in the most girlish pink pyjamas and listening to the
laughter of my two persecutors below, at least I had the comfort of
knowing, tomorrow I would be going home.
I could say goodbye to the girlish nightwear and get back to sensible
bedtimes, as Mum didn’t ever spank me, there would be no more
painful times in bed, the troubling part was the fact, that she had
supplied both nightdresses and feminine pyjamas for my stay at Aunt
Sarah’s but I reasoned, perhaps that was because Aunty used this form
of punishment on her son when he was particularly naughty and she
didn’t want me to be treated differently.
An hour passed, very slowly, as the sun poured into my bedroom
through the thin curtains, I didn’t want to sleep anyway and as it
was my last night, I thought it would be all right to read a
little, although I knew this was against the rules if you were put to
bed, still on my last night, surely this wouldn’t be enforced, even if
I was discovered.
Downstairs the visitors were getting ready to leave and Anne asked
Sarah if she could say goodbye to me which Sarah said that would be
fine, as she wanted to see know what I was doing.
Sarah had explained the rules to the visitors that were the source of the laughter that I had heard earlier.
Anne came quietly up the stairs and opened the door very
gently, catching me reading in bed,
she shouted down
”Sarah, he’s reading a football book, I thought this was against the
rules!”
I heard very heavy footsteps charging up the stairs and as Sarah
appeared seconds later, I said
”It’s my last night, I thought I’d been punished enough, it’s not my
fault I’m in bed, it’s your two horrible daughters”
Anne said “I wish he’d been staying with me, I can’t hand spank as
well as you Sarah but he’d have had a date with the hairbrush
everyday at one and then it would have been bed in his frilly jimjams,
he’d have learnt a good lesson after a week with me”
As she finished, Aunty dragged me from the bed , annoyed by the
inference of a lack of disciplinary expertise in her sister in laws
comment, she tore down the pyjama bottoms so quickly they ripped and a
flurry of extremely hard slaps were directed to my bottom.
”Oh you naught boy, your last day and still you can’t behave, your
going to have a light tea and speak to your mother and I’ll have you
back here at 6pm and I may well give you another application, for all
the good it will do. As you’ve torn your pyjamas, I’ll put the blue
nightdress on you when I’ve finished”
In the background, I could hear the two girls laughing summoned by the
noise, like sharks to blood in the water, and Anne said “right we’ll
be off now, see you in a few weeks time and give him some from us”
All three went down the stairs and I heard the front door close in
between the slaps and my own howls and after what felt like 15
minutes, I was stood up, the pyjama jacket removed, the customary
”arms up” and redressed for an early night, I was told to put on my
slippers and dressing gown and brought downstairs to the living
room ,the clock on the wall said 5.30pm
Aunty gave me a few sandwiches and then told me to ring Mum to find
out what time she was coming for me, when she answered she asked me if
I’d been a good boy and I told her about the afternoon’s events ,all
she said was “you don’t seem to be learning do you” and asked me to
put Sarah on, they spoke briefly until Sarah said “ok , I’ll ring you
back when he’s in bed” and put the phone down saying
”right your Mum’s told me to put you back to bed ,come on, it’s nearly
6pm,upstairs now!!!”
In the hall we met James coming in and Aunty told him I was having
another early night and she would explain later and then she hustled
me up the stairs with a few well placed slaps to my rear.
The bedroom curtains were still drawn, so she just remade the bed and
tucked me in with a final warning to behave but she mercifully didn’t
spank me anymore and she took down with her the torn pyjamas to be
repaired before I left.
After she had given James his tea and told him about the days
events, she rang back Mum and amongst other things, she filled her in
on what had transpired, Mum asked her to get my things ready for 10pm
and if she could keep my pyjamas and nightdresses in separate bags,
she also told her Grandmother was staying at her house but could she keep it
a surprise from me and she would ring back tomorrow evening so they
could both catch up, finally she asked for Mrs Perkins address as she
wanted to thank her for looking after me.
I didn’t hear any of this, as I lay with my very red bottom rubbing
against the soft winceyette of the nightdress but just prayed for my
last night of early bedtime to end and eventually fell asleep.
I was woken at 8pm and soon packed all my things in the
suitcases, Aunty took the pyjamas and nightdresses I had been given by
Julie, Mrs Perkins, herself and Mum and I assumed that was the end of
them for me but she didn’t give me back the pyjamas I had come with,
when I asked, she said they were in the wash.
Mum arrived promptly at 9.55 and while they had a cup of tea together
and Aunty had been given a suitable present for looking after me, I
said goodbye to James who wished me luck.
Then they loaded the car together and I said don’t forget my pyjamas
and Aunty went in gave Mum the bags with the nightdresses and girls
pyjamas.
Immediately, I said “where our mine and why are we taking these!!”
Mum then went to the car and got a bag which she gave to Aunt Sarah
saying “these are his old pyjamas, I hope James can make use of
them, he won’t be needing them anymore, now you (directed at me) get
in the car, now!! And not another word!!!”
I did as I was told and we set off but a definite chill had ran up my
spine, after a few minutes we stopped outside Mrs Perkins house, who
was expecting us and was soon at the gate. She came out the house and
said hello to me through the car window and told me to have a nice
time when I got home, something I was wondering about with increasing
concern
Then Mum got out the car with a bottle shaped bag and Mrs Perkins
invited her in presumably to see where I had stayed, anyway after a
few minutes out came Mum with a small carrier bag and Mrs Perkins who
said” I hope they fit him and he likes the colour”, Mum said “ I’m
sure they will “and added she’d make sure as soon as we got home ,
and the bag was placed in the boot out of my sight.
Then the two of them gave each other a hug and with a final goodbye and a peck on my cheek from Mrs Perkins, off we went home
arriving around 12.30pm, as the traffic was light.
All the way home, all Mum would say when I tried to talk about the
weeks away was, “ well if you hadn’t been naughty, you wouldn’t have
been punished, now please be quiet I have a headache and don’t want to
hear your moaning, in fact maybe a good spanking and straight to bed
is just what you need! Now, be quiet!”
Just after telling me this, she stopped the car and made a brief call
at a telephone box but I couldn’t hear what was said
Mum opened the front door and told me to carry my bags upstairs to the
back bedroom and to wait for her, this caused my heart to jump a beat
as I knew what those words meant at Aunty’s They also puzzled me, as
when I had left to stay with Aunt Sarah, my bedroom had been at the
front so this was another surprise.
The bedroom looked like mine with my football things in it but the
bedcover looked girly being pink candlewick and the sheets were now a
very soft winceyette, while I was looking, Mum came in and said” I hope
you like your new bedroom and those sheets I’ve chosen for you.
You’ll see them a bit closer soon, but I suppose your wondering why
I’ve moved you to the back, it’s simple darling, when your closing
your curtains or lying in bed at 2 in the afternoon, I don’t want you
to be embarrassed when your friends call and I make an excuse for you
not being able to come out because your in bed sobbing with a sore
bottom, if they saw the curtains drawn or heard you I’m sure they’d
soon work it out “
Now let’s put your things away, your nightclothes are downstairs by
the way ,well apart from your old pyjamas which I gave to Sarah and
she gave a little laugh.
After we had put my clothes away she said
”Right bath time darling, I know it’s early but let’s begin the way we
mean to go on”, and she told me to sit on the bed while she removed my
shoes, socks, underpants, and trousers with a “no more need for any of
these today darling, well not that type of trouser anyway!” and again
she gave a little laugh, finished undressing me and took me to the
bathroom where foamy bath had been run by someone.
She helped me into the bath and I could see warming on the radiator a
pair of yellow patterned pyjamas with fairies on them and I could also
see a quilted house coat on the back of the door, neither of which I
had seen before, Mum noticed me looking and said “ yes, darling they are
both yours, those pyjamas were made by a guest you’ll meet in a few
minutes but don’t count on a late night, unless you think 5pm is”
She gave me a proper wash as only Mum’s can and helped me out of the
bath where she then proceeded to dry me and sprinkled talcum on my
delicate parts,” now darling into your pyjamas, you haven’t been a
good boy and I’d really like you in bed soon”
”Please Mum don’t be a mean cow, I don’t want to go to be.”, I gave
as a belated protest.
Before I could finish the sentence, Mum had slapped my face twice
then pushed me over the bath and beat my bottom with a nearby
bath brush saying “you were in bed early yesterday for using bad
language to ladies and it will be the same today, now let’s get those
pyjamas on”
She stood me up and buttoned me into the jacket, the material was very
soft on my skin but I didn’t want to wear it, then she held out the
trousers for me to step into and put a girls pair of slippers on my
feet, which I hadn’t noticed before, finishing with putting my arms
through the quilted housecoat and told me to go down stairs to the
living room at the back.
In the living room was Grandmother, who said “do you like your present, I
made the pyjamas especially for you as I understand you’ve developed
a taste for girls nightclothes “, then she said to Mum “I’ve numbered
his nightdresses and pyjamas and written the numbers in the book, and
put the balls in the bowl by me, shall we play naughty boys bedtime
bingo”
By Grandmother, who was sitting on the settee, where all my pyjamas and
nightdresses lying in a pile and on the top was a pair of very
girlish powder blue pyjamas with a lace collar and on the name tag of
the maker was a number, I hadn’t seen them before and Mum said
”darling they’re a present from Mrs Perkins for doing a such good job
on her garden , I can’t wait to put them on you” then she continued
”,each one of your night clothes has a number as you see, every
morning for the rest of the holidays you will pick one from the bowl
and that is what you will be wearing to bed that afternoon or if you
are very good, evening”
”Mum why can’t I wear my old pyjamas, it’s not
fair ,please ,please, I’ll be good”
Grandmother interrupted my pleading
”Sue ,spank him hard now , you won’t get anywhere until he believes
you means business and
he needs to be put into his nightclothes for the next 5 days at
1pm ,for a 3pm bedtime, earlier if necessary”
Mum took off my housecoat , took me over her knee, and pulled the
pyjama bottoms down , then like Aunt Sarah had done before her,
thoroughly warmed my backside, when she’d finished I was told to stand
in the corner and keep quiet while things were explained.
.
Grandmother would be staying for a few weeks to recuperate certainly until
the end of the school holidays. Although she was making great
progress I was to help her with whatever she asked for and Mum who
had used up her compassionate leave would be going back to work a week
tomorrow, while she was at work I must obey Grandmother totally including
putting on nightwear and going to bed when instructed.
My schoolwork was, as Mum had long suspected and was now confirmed by
the school report which had arrived a few days before was appalling.
Therefore it had been decided that I would catch up until the return
to school in 3 weeks time, so as not to distract me, my weekday
bedtime if I behaved would be 6pm, although it would be 3pm for
the next 5 days as my punishment for the earlier behaviour.
While in bed I could read only school subjects except at weekends when
I would be allowed to play out till 5pm,which was my dressing for bed
time and no later unless I wanted a spanked bottom followed by
several early nights, and my weekend bedtime would be 8pm
When I was back at school there would be no playing out in the week
and further thought would be given to the bedtime rules except that
Mum confirmed that until I left her house to go University or work it
would a choice of girlish pyjamas or nightdresses picked by herself or
another female such a Sarah or Grandmother.
When she’d finished she made a dinner for me and told me to put away
my nightdresses and pyjamas and then I was to come down and pick what
I would be wearing the next 5 days, I chose from the bowl which was
now placed prominently on the table: the pink pyjamas Sarah had torn
and repaired, the new pyjamas from Mrs Perkins, Julie’s Victorian
nightdress, a choice they both approved of, the peignoir set from
Sarah again a popular choice with everyone but me and the pink
nightdress Mum had sent with me to Aunt Sarah’s.
Once a choice was made the ball was not put back until the bowl was
empty so I wore everything and of course new items were added
and old ones replaced when they became too small or tattered.
