My wife had to do a training course in Brussels that was to last for two months. She decided that she didn’t want to leave me alone at home because I was unable to even operate the washing machine let alone manage a household. It was fair to say I was very immature and often behaved in a rather childish way still. It was decided I needed a guardian so she decided to send me to her widowed sister Agnes who is her elder by 10 years. At six foot two, Agnes was even taller than my wife and towered over my diminutive stature.
Arriving in my new home
she showed me to my new room. It was that of her now grown up daughter who
now lived in Peterborough. It was a typical girls' room, it still had dolls
propped on the pink covered bed and a wardrobe full of girl's clothes. At first I was inclined to protest against
having to stay in a child’s bedroom but of course I held my tongue and
muttered something about the room being quite suitable. My sister-in-law
began to unpack my suitcase. “Hmm… you appear to have forgotten to bring
pyjamas.” She said scornfully. That was not possible...but finally I saw she
was right: I had been in a terrible hurry when I had been packing my suitcase
and I had indeed forgotten my pyjamas. She went to open the wardrobe of
her daughter and took out two pairs of pyjamas one white, one blue. Some
infantile cute teddy bears smiled at me from the blue pair and the
white pair was adorned with pink flowers. They were without doubt very
childish girls pyjamas. I blushed; she could not want me to wear
these surely? But yes, it was no joke! "Because you didn't pay attention
when you packed your suitcase you will put your pyjamas on at once." she scolded.
“That will teach you a lesson!” It was only 3 pm and I was being made to put
on girl’s pyjamas. She began to undress me, unbuttoning my shirt
and lowering my trousers. Frozen with shame and embarrassment I stood there
as she buttoned me into the floral patterned pyjama jacket. “ There, now you
are auntie’s pretty little girl,” she teased as she stepped me into the
pyjama bottoms and pulled them up. As her daughter was also a tall girl
the pyjamas were too large and she carefully turned back the sleeves a
little. The pyjamas were warm winceyette ones and as I was enveloped in
the cosy fabric, I am ashamed to admit that I felt comfortable wearing them.
My "aunt" smiled at me and gave me a tight hug that somehow made me
feel very safe and secure. She assured me that we would have a wonderful time
together and led me by the hand into the kitchen where I was I told to sit
down and fill in a page of the colouring book that aunty gave me. “Colour a
nice picture for aunty sweetheart while I prepare your supper,” she
instructed me. I was given my meal at 4.30 pm and was then told it was time
for me to go to “beddy-byes.” I told her I normally went to bed at
11 pm or even later, but she laughed and said, “for the duration of your
stay you will be dressed in your little girls pyjamas at all times when you
are in the house and go to bed by 5 pm at the latest, I will read to you
for 15 minutes, my daughter has left many wonderful books for little girls,
you will then snuggle down to sleepy-byes. If you do not behave and do
exactly as I say you will be spanked and I may find the need to put you to
bed much earlier or perhaps I might make you take an afternoon nap.” Let me
show you what will happen if you disobey me, come here.” She tapped her lap
and for some reason I immediately positioned myself across her knees. She
circled my pyjama-clad bottom with her hand for a few moments before
commencing the spanking. I bawled and shouted in pain, begging her to stop
before mercifully she did so. She re-positioned me, this time sitting on her
lap. “Shush now, little one,” she said soothingly as I sobbed uncontrollably.
“Now you know what to expect if you disobey aunty,” she cuddled me into her
bosom and gently rocked me as she spoke, her strong arms pinning me to her. “
I don’t expect you will disobey me though will you?” She laughed and kissed
the top of my head. “Come along now, time for beddy-byes.”
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Tuesday, 5 June 2012
I found this on the internet a long time ago. It was originally titled "Getting a Good Education" and had an author title of Peter Michael. I have tried to find it again on the internet but was unable too.
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