Pyjama Punishment

It was a beautiful sunny afternoon when Lisa, her mother and Lisa’s friend Janice, left the nightie clad Phillip tucked up cosily in bed and descended the stairs back out into the garden to enjoy their tea.

Lisa was expecting more of her friends to arrive for her pyjama party, the girls hoped to stay up late, perhaps as late at midnight.  Melanie and her mum welcomed their return. 

‘Is my sweet ex-boyfriend all tucked up in beddy-byes fast asleep?’ asked Melanie.

‘Of course, and he didn’t look at all happy when we dressed him in my pink winceyette nightie!’ Laughed Lisa.

 Melanie snickered, ‘I don’t suppose he enjoyed that one little bit!’

‘My brother is only getting what he deserves the brat!’ Lisa said, adding, ‘we left his window open a bit, so hopefully, when he wakes he can hear us all talking and enjoying ourselves while he is confined to bed. That should annoy our little babykins even more, knowing that we are all down here enjoying the sun while he is in his cosy nightwear!’

After about an hour of pleasant conversation, free from the annoyance of her brother, Lisa decided to check on Phillip and tip-toed up the staircase, as she did so a plan started to take shape in her mind. She could not prevent a smile creeping across her face as she crept into his bedroom. It didn’t take her long to find what she needed.

Silently she pulled back the bedclothes that encompassed slumbering Phillip and started to unbutton her sleeping brothers winceyette nightie, he stirred slightly and she hesitated, fearful he would wake before she had prepared the scene of the crime!

Carefully, she slipped the small torch and comic book that she had taken from his room under his pillow.

‘Naughty babykins is going to be in lots of trouble now,’ she whispers to herself as she plants a tender kiss on his face and leaves the room.

Standing at the top of the stairs she shouts dramatically for her mum. The sound of her approaching footsteps once again brings a smile to her face. Seconds later they enter the bedroom of the bleary eyed Phillip.

A bewildered Phillip is barely awake as his furious mother berates him for his disobedience.

‘Didn’t I tell you to go straight to sleep young man; instead I find you have been reading comics under the bedclothes just like a naughty little boy.’

His mother brandished the comic and torch in front of him whilst Lisa smirked at his discomfort.

‘To make matters worse,’ scolded his mum, ‘haven’t you been told you are not allowed to meddle with the buttons on your nightie? You know very well that little baby’s like you are not allowed to dress or undress themselves.’

Phillip began to realise that Lisa had tricked his mother into believing he has misbehaved and tries to tell her this, only instead his mother believes Lisa, he was indeed guilty and now he was lying to her.

‘But mummy, it’s Lisa, she must have did this…and… I am not a baby!’

‘How dare you try to blame your sister, you will be severely punished for this flagrant naughtiness.’

‘No, really mummy that bloody sister of mine has…’

SLAP!

‘We shall have none of that language you naughty babykins’.

His mother pulls Phillip out of bed, twists his ear until he cries out in pain and marches him into the bathroom. Lisa gleefully follows.

Mummy grabs a washcloth and wets it with hot water, she roughly washes his face causing Phillip to resist and whine about being innocent.

‘So you still won’t admit you are a bad little babykins? So be it. I will clean that fibbing mouth of yours!’

 Taking a bar of soap, she holds it under the warm water, until it is soft and sudsy.

‘Now open that mouth and put that deceitful tongue of yours out at once!’

He knew how angry mummy was but Phillip hesitated just long enough to anger her even more. She pinched his nose as she shoved in the soap. His mother soaped his tongue until he felt sick, then she soaped inside his mouth. The scented soap made him want to gag even more, the soap began to melt, increasing the soap bubbles and suds. The soap broke off into pieces that lodged in his teeth and began to burn his tongue a little. Lisa, meanwhile, laughed silently behind her mother’s back. Phillip tried to tell his mother but she kept telling him not to tell fibs about his sister and that upset him even more. Eventually, as his mother withdrew the soap from his mouth he could not prevent himself from spluttering and spitting up suds all down his winceyette nightie.

Phillip’s mother was not amused as she stripped him right down to his flannelette nappies and hauled him across her lap, Lisa, eager to join in his humiliation helps to unfasten the safety pins and lets the nappies fall away from his bottom.

‘Pee U, you smelly baby!’ she cries in disgust. Phillip hadn’t even realised that during his mouth soaping he had wet his nappies.

‘Ok babykins, you deserve this.’ His mummy said as she rolled up the sleeve of her blouse.

Mummy began to spank, as she had never done before.

Phillip’s bottom became redder and redder. The sound of her hand hitting his sore red bottom were masked by the desperate squeals of pain and protest that billowed from his soap encrusted mouth.

Exhausted from administering such a severe spanking, mummy slips a pair of thick rubber baby pants over Phillip’s flailing legs and orders Phillip to clean the bathroom until it is spotless and put his soiled nightie into the wash.

Lisa’s friend Janice bounded up the stairs, eager to discover what all the commotion was about.

Phillip finished cleaning the his mummy dragged him by the ear back to his bedroom. The curtains were now open and the sun shone brilliantly into the bedroom.

Phillip stood shamefaced before his little sister, her friend and his mum.

Lisa smirked as she spoke, ‘Mum, I think that perhaps Phillip’s bedroom is providing him with too many distractions’

‘Explain please Lisa?’ asked mum curiously.

‘Well, since I am obviously more mature than Phillip, I should be the one to have the large bedroom complete with his TV, DVD player, stereo and computer; and he should be put into the small back bedroom that used to be my nursery”.

Phillip’s anger began to rise as he realised how cleverly Lisa was scheming against him, he knew very well the room Lisa talked about. Situated on the ground floor, Phillip would be within a few feet of the patio area; able to hear everything that went on but helpless whilst tucked up in bed.

‘Think about it mum,’ Lisa continued slyly. ‘You will need lots of peace and quiet so you can rebuild your business that my thoughtless baby brother nearly ruined. Won’t you need to entertain potential clients at the house now you don’t have the office?’

‘Perhaps you are right Lisa. Once in bed, he won’t be able to act cranky and upset my guests. What do you think Janice?’

 ‘Oh yes”, exclaims Janice. “If it were up to me, he’d be in beddybyes where he belong very early each day!”

Lisa, snickering and giggling along with young Janice, continues with her plan to encourage her mother in keeping her brother confined to bed.

‘Of course I will need to relax during the summer after my hard work at school without being disturbed by babykins here. I need time to spend with my friends.’

 Lisa held her breath as her mother thought about her daughter’s suggestions.

‘I agree with everything you have said Lisa, my mind’s made up. Babykins, it’s back into the nursery for you!’

 Until then Phillip had been totally ignored. His anger bubbles to the surface as he splutters, ‘now just a moment, you don’t think that I will agree to this do you. You lot are mad ….’.

‘How dare you speak to us like that Phillip! Get over here this instant’ Mummy grabs him, turning him as she sits down so she can apply another bare hand spankings to his sore behind. After numerous swats, causing him further discomfort and a red bottom, she marches Phillip into the corner of the room.

‘Hands on head you naughty babykins.’ Phillip sobs with shame as he obeys his mummy.

‘Lisa dear will you get baby’s dummy please?’

‘Of course mummy, I would love to!’ Squeals of laughter from both Janice and Lisa assure Phillip that they are fully enjoying his humiliation as Lisa ties his baby’s dummy into place.

 ‘Here you are baby brother, your yummy dummy, freshly filled with delicious castor oil for you to suck on and enjoy. Now, hands on head and stand facing the wall while Janice and I prepare you new bedroom. You will really enjoy spending your days tucked up in there Phillip ha-ha!’

Lisa and Janice rush off giggling leaving Phillip to ponder his fate.

‘Phillip! How wonderful it is to see you being punished so effectively.’ Melissa scornfully said, enjoying her ex-boyfriends humiliation. Your mummy has asked me to get you ready for beddybyes so you can enjoy your new sleepy time bedroom and we can have some peace.’

Melissa loved tormenting the twenty- year-old, who, she had to admit, had broken her heart by two-timing her for an older woman. She turned him to face her and untied the dummy that was now devoid of castor oil.

‘Hmm we shall have to see what other lovely concoction we can fill this with. Won’t we babykins.’

‘Melissa please help me. I’m sorry about what happened but don’t you think I have been punished enough.’

‘My darling you can never be punished enough as long as I am concerned. Now come along, it’s cosy wosy jimmy-jams time again!

Phillip groaned as Melissa showed him the pink candy striped pyjamas that his mother had given her to dress him in.

‘What’s the matter pwecious, does the wittle baby not like his pwetty jim-jams then?’ 

Phillip hated being addressed in baby talk he blushed as Melissa continued.

‘See how soft they are babykins, just the thing for baby’s tender bot-bot.’ Melissa stroked his face with the winceyette pyjama bottoms.

‘Doesn’t my pwecious want to put them on and show Melissa how sweet you look?’

Phillip bowed his head to the floor shaking it silently.

Melissa laughed. ‘Too bad you little two-timing brat!’ Her tone had changed to one of anger.

‘Stand still while I fasten you into this pyjama jacket. You will do as I say or you will be over my knee for another spanking, understand?’

Phillip stood miserably as Melissa buttoned him into the hateful pink pyjama jacket. Even though they were his sister’s pyjamas the jacket was far too big, his hands disappeared, hidden by the length of the long sleeves while the hem hung down way past his rubber pants.

 ‘We can have these off now I think,’ she said, stifling a giggle before pulling down the baby pants until they straddled his ankles.

 ‘Since you don’t want to wear your pyjamas properly you can wear them like this instead!’ Melissa pulled the pyjama bottoms over his head until his face was encased in striped pink winceyette.

‘Melissa, no I …’

‘Be quiet babykins, I am sick of hearing you whinge.’ Melissa used the lengthy pyjama legs to tie around his face until his protests became mere muffled sounds.

‘That’s better, nothing more to say Babykins?’

A mouthful of winceyette produced, ‘Mmmmpf…!’

‘Excellent.’ Happy with her handwork Melissa took Phillip’s hand. ‘Off to beddy-byes now pwecious,’ she said, reverting to baby talk.

Phillip, unable to speak or see and scarcely able to hear thanks to the pyjama bottoms entwined on his head, allowed himself to be led by the hand. Unfortunately the rubber baby-pants were still snuggled around his ankles. Melissa refused to let him step out of them so a sensory deprived Phillip could only shuffle very slowly for fear of falling. 

Melissa led a disorientated Phillip to the room that used to be his sister’s nursery.

Phillip was regaled with loud laughter. He was aware he was in the presence of his tormentors, but with the pyjama bottoms encompassing his head he was at a loss to comprehend exactly what was happening.

‘Ha ha, how splendid!’ Phillip recognised his mother’s voice.

‘Well babykins, Melissa certainly has you under control doesn’t she?’

‘We will leave him like that for the moment; it will prolong the surprise until he sees his new bedroom. Help me get him up here.’

 If Phillip were not blindfolded so effectively he would have seen a trestle table that was covered with layers of soft flannelette sheets. It was onto this he was encouraged to climb upon.

‘I thought this would be ideal as a changing table,’ his mother explained to Melissa.

Melissa laughed, ‘time for babykins to get his lovely soft fluffy nap-naps pinned on then it’s straight to sleepy-byes.’

Phillip shook his head and tried again to speak, ‘mmmmpf!!!!’ It was useless; the pyjamas tied tightly around his face efficiently gagging him.

Melissa began to rub baby oil onto her ex-boyfriend’s groin area, as she did so Phillip started to respond to her touch.

‘Naughty babykins!’ She scolded, ‘those days are long over for you. I have the cure for that sort of behaviour.’

Melissa grabbed a handful of flannelette nappies from the pile that Phillip’s mother had arranged so neatly. Expertly, she folded them and placed them under Phillip’s bottom.

He winced and let out a muffled groan as she pinned them tightly on.

‘What’s the matter pwecious; did Melissa hurt her babykins den?’

The sarcasm in her mock baby talk hurt Phillip even more than the tightly pinned nappies. Rubber baby pants were shuffled up his legs, the elastic on the leg openings gripping tightly into his flesh, adding to his discomfort.

He blinked light into his eyes, as the pyjama bottoms were unfurled from his head. Melissa and his mother stared down at him.

‘Peek-a-boo babykins,’ cooed his mother. ‘Melissa has done an excellent job getting your nappies on ready for bye-byes hasn’t she? We will have to make sure babykins isn’t tempted to be a dirty little boy in future won’t we?’

Phillip was furious. ‘Now look here this has gone too far. I am twenty years old and will not be treated like this. Melissa you are my girlfriend and I order you to unpin my nappies.’

Phillip seemed oblivious at the absurdity of his statement.

‘Ex –girlfriend babykins,’ she said, laughing at his outburst.

His mother slapped his bare leg hard. ‘How dare you speak to us in that tone! I can still report you for theft, have you forgotten that? You will do as you are told or I am prepared to see you go to prison!’

His mother was angry now. She roughly thrust his legs into the candy striped pyjama bottoms and pulled them up around his waist.

Phillip lapsed into silence, only to aware of the truth of his mother’s words.

For the first time he glanced around his new bedroom. The floor was covered in the same pink carpet originally put down when Lisa was a baby. Likewise, the same pink teddy bear wallpaper adorned the walls. At first the room seemed bare apart from the table he lay on, then, directly under the window he noticed it. 

‘No, oh no please not that I beg you mummy…’

Both women laughed.

‘Ha ha, what’s the matter babykins? His mother chortled. ‘It’s perfect for someone of your age. You were always the rightful owner. Come along let’s get you snuggled down.’

Beneath the window stood the cot that had been handmade for Lisa. It had been a family joke that diminutive Phillip should have used it instead of his much taller sister.

Melissa lowered the pink rail and patted the nursery patterned bed cover.

‘Into bye-byes pwecious.’

Phillip’s mother ushered him into the infantile cot, ‘snuggle down babykins, that’s it, good baby.’

Much to his chagrin Phillip fitted easily into the cot, Melissa covered him with three fleecy blankets and pinned them to the bottom sheet. Phillip could barely move and offered no resistance as his mother patted his cheek.

‘Comfy Phillip?’ Soon you will be all alone tucked up in your pink cot wearing your pink pyjamas while we will be only feet away enjoying the pleasant afternoon.   

‘Aw, we wanted to see his face when he saw the cot.’ Lisa and Janice came in each carrying a bundle of Phillip’s nightwear. Huffily they peered at Phillip lying in the cot they had assembled.

‘And you promised we could help get him ready for bed,’ said an upset Lisa. ‘We did all the hard work getting the room ready.’

‘Never mind,’ sympathised her mother, ‘Melissa has devised a delightfully uncomfortable punishment for your brother, find the pyjama bottoms with the drawstring waist, yes the yellow baby duckling ones that Aunty Beatrice made for his birthday.’

Phillip turned pale at the sound of Aunt Beatrice’s name. That was one woman he hoped would stay out of his life.

Curious, Lisa rummaged through the pile and found the pyjama bottoms. They were made of the heaviest, thickest winceyette.

‘Now, put them over his head,’ be still Phillip! Or mummy will spank!

Lisa excitedly placed the pyjama bottoms over her brother’s head. Immediately he felt totally enclosed, he could still see some light penetrating the thick winceyette.

‘That’s it, now draw the two ends of the pyjama cord together and tie them in a bow. Not too tight, we don’t want him to come to any harm.’

More light disappeared as Lisa tied the pyjama bottoms.

‘Good, now take a pyjama leg and wrap it around his head, yes over the eyes is perfect.’

Pyjama bottoms now blindfolded Phillip.

‘This time wrap the other pyjama leg around his mouth and tie off, yes as tight as you can, that won’t cause any serious hurt.’

Pyjama bottoms now gagged Phillip.

Janice and Lisa laughed so much at poor Phillip’s predicament that mother asked Melissa to take the girls outside.

His mother pulled up the side rail of the cot and spoke to Phillip.

‘I have been too soft on you Phillip darling; you require proper discipline to help you mend your ways. I will be too busy this summer to give you the attention you deserve, Melissa has her summer job to go to and Lisa is going to have fun. I shall have to think of another answer.’  

Phillip’s mother left her twenty-year-old son lying in his cot and smiled to herself. She had just come up with the perfect solution.

Lisa turned ashen as her mother told them what she had arranged.

‘Aunt Beatrice is coming? I don’t know about that mum,’ she said taking a large gulp of tea to steady her nerves.

‘Why not? It’s the perfect solution. None of us will have enough time to give Phillip the summer he deserves. She has no ties and jumped at the chance to come and stay. You know how much she enjoyed disciplining Phillip.’

Lisa grimaced, ‘not just Phillip. You left her looking after me also.’

Her mother laughed, ‘don’t worry, I told her that Phillip was to be her only responsibility. You can relax.’

‘That’s what I was worried about,’ said Lisa, calmer now, she made me relax too much too often!’

She and her mother lapsed into a fit of laughter. 

Melissa, her mother and Janice looked at each other. ‘Let us in on the joke then.

Lisa’s mother wiped away a laughter tear. ‘Beatrice is my late husbands aunt, aside from being very strict, she advocates a thorough cleanout every morning if you get my drift. Unfortunately when I had to go away on business Lisa fell victim to her regime as well as Phillip.’

Lisa blushed ‘Yes, well as long as she understands Phillip is the only candidate this time. Does he know yet?’

Mother shook her head then added mischievously. ‘Why don’t you two girls go and stand by his window and ‘discuss’ the matter.’

Lisa and Janice stood by the open window. Phillip was just feet away on the other side.

Janice whispered to Lisa, ‘I have an idea, ‘ she coughed and began to speak in an exaggerated voice.

 

‘Here we see sweet twenty-year-old Phillip, cosily tucked up in his pink cot wearing thick flannelette nappies and gorgeous pink candy striped winceyette pyjamas Exactly what the well dressed babykins must wear this summer. To finish of the ensemble, babykins is protected from the big nasty outside world by wearing a pair of pyjama bottoms around his head ensuring he can neither see nor speak no evil.

Made from the finest extra thick winceyette they are bright yellow and decorated with the cutest little ducklings one could imagine and designed by Aunt Beatrice herself no less.’

Phillip had nodded off. Muffled voices disturbed him. He tried to sit up but the pins that held his fleecy blankets were secured to perfection. His body was encased in his sisters pink pyjamas and every breath he took filled his mouth with thick winceyette. If he turned his head to the right he could just perceive flickering daylight as the curtain moved in the breeze thanks to the slightly open window.

After the murmur of two voices one single voice became clear; a teasing voice he recognised as Janice’s.

Lisa stifled her giggles. ‘He’s awake. I can hear movement. Let me have a turn.’

She raised her voice. ‘An Aunt Beatrice original you say. Well wouldn’t it be splendid if we could see more of her creations being modelled by our own dear babykins.’

‘Well it just so happens that we will. As luck would have it, Aunt Beatrice has answered an emergency call from babykins mummy and even as we speak is dashing across town to lavish lot’s of care and attention on pwecious babykins for the rest of the summer.’