Gertrude's son Robert writes to Pyjama Punishment Monthly.

Plea from Gertrude’s Son

Dear all, my name is Robert and my Mother has been seeking your advice regarding my bedtime. Thanks to your comments, not only do I have to go to bed even earlier then before but my mother has also changed her working hours to enforce new, even
stricter rules. Don't you think it is unfair that my mother now escorts me home from school every afternoon?  She waits for me at the school gates and I have to
walk home holding her hand! Thanks to Alice everyone at school knows I am going home straight to bed and they call out to me on the way home.

 ' Off to beddy-byes now Robert?' and 'night-night Robert' Recently one chilly day, my mother made me wear a pink scarf and matching mittens, putting them on me in
front of my friends from the football team. My mother said I must wear them or she would spank me right there and then even though I am sixteen! My sisters are now allowed to give me a bath every night. Once we arrive home my sisters undress me and
use lots of baby suds and baby shampoo to make me, 'all clean for beddy byes.' They cover me in baby powder and my youngest sister, who is only twelve, selects my pyjamas. Since my tantrum I am only allowed to wear girl’s pyjamas. Mother took me shopping and bought several pairs for me, all chosen by my sisters who took great
delight in telling the shop assistant they were for me. The pyjamas are all very childish and covered in lace and flowers and my sister takes plenty of time choosing which pair I will wear to bed. I am buttoned into the pyjama jacket. I hate wearing the brushed nylon pair as they are very hot and the lacy collar irritates me a lot.  Before my sisters
step me into the pyjama bottoms I am further humiliated.

On the way home from school one afternoon my mother made me go into the local chemist and buy a pack of Dry-Nites Pyjama Pants! I had to stand there red faced as she explained to Mrs. Robson how I was being punished with early bedtimes and made to wear girl's pyjamas and how I was not allowed out of bed to use the toilet. Mrs Robson is my girlfriend's mother! 

My sisters say 'time for your nappy' as they make me put them on before holding open my pyjama bottoms for me to step into. Don't you realize how foolish I feel standing in front of my younger sisters wearing a pair of girls brushed nylon pyjamas with what amounts to a nappy underneath my pyjama bottoms!  I am then taken straight to bed, given my last meal of the day and told to 'snuggle down for sleepy byes.'
Once I am tightly tucked into bed my sisters argue about who is to give me my milky drink, which is in a baby's bottle!  I have to finish the bottle before a baby's dummy is
tied into place leaving me unable to speak properly without sounding like a small child. The curtains are tightly drawn and my mother switches on the baby monitor and warns me I shall be spanked if she hears me attempt to get out of bed. 

Apparently it is you I have to thank for being confined to bed at the weekend. I am only allowed up at teatime and not allowed any clothes. Mother says I must wear girl's pyjamas all the time apart from school days.  I don't know where
she got that idea.  Last Saturday, I was sitting at the tea table wearing winceyette pink floral pyjamas when there was a knock at the door. It was Mrs. Robson with Jackie, my
girlfriend! I tried to run upstairs to hide but was held by my mother.  Jackie hands me another pack of Pyjama Pants saying, ' I hear you have been a naughty boy Robert
and need these.' She laughed as I was made to thank her. 'Oh and I see it is true you have to wear pink pyjamas, they are very pretty and nice and cozy too I should think. So
here is a present for you.' Inside the parcel was a pair of 'My little Pony' girl's pyjamas! Mrs. Robson said, 'they are too small for Jackie now but they should be perfect for you.'
Mother made me say. 'Thank you for my lovely pyjamas,' blushing furiously and close to tears I was actually grateful to be taken back to bed by my sisters. Once I was tucked back in however, to my horror Jackie came up and sat on the bed beside me!
'Well you are a naughty little baby, all tucked up in your pretty jim-jams. I am afraid we won't be going out together any more but you will still be seeing a lot of me as your mother has asked me to baby-sit for you.'  I started to protest but she picked up my dummy and tied it into place.

'Shush now babykins it's time for you to go bye-byes even though it is only 4:30pm!and guess what? Next Sunday you are coming to have tea at my house and your mother has promised you will be wearing your new pyjamas! Won't that be lovely? Night-night precious, see you soon' So now I am dreading Sunday when I will have to wear
my ex-girlfriends, 'My Little Pony' pyjamas in front of her and her mother!
I beg you to advise my mother to stop this punishment. Don't you think I have been punished enough? Surely there is nothing left you can think of to humiliate me
further?
Gertrude's unhappy pyjama clad son Robert.