By Thomas
This story is about the time I spent my summer
holidays with my
aunt because my mother who worked as a travel agent had the
opportunity to work abroad and needed some one to look after me.
I was 15 at the time and almost 16 .
"Susan, I hate to ask you this but could you look after Thomas for
me over the school holidays, he’s been a bit of a problem lately ,
cheeky, won’t go to bed at a decent time, the usual really and I
couldn’t trust him on his own, I don’t want to miss this
opportunity and you're so good with unruly children.”
"If I agree, then he’s to obey my rules , I won’t put up with cheek
and he’s not too old to be put to bed with a spanked bottom. I’ll
expect him to help me around the house as well, but I’d wouldn’t mind the
company , I’m a bit lonely since the girls left home and there’s plenty to do
around
the place.”
The place was a small holding on the Fens that her husband had given
her as part of a painful divorce and she was coming close to 50 but
still extremely strong as I was to find out .
"This is a giant favour Susan, he breaks up next Friday I will bring him
then, rest assured he’s will obey your rules, won't you Thomas?" This was
the first time my presence had even been acknowledged and somewhat huffily I
began to voice my protest at being farmed out without being consulted.
"That's quite enough from you Thomas," mum said
interrupting me, "any more cheek and you'll be put straight into your
pyjamas and sent to bed when we get back home."
Aunt Susan said, "It's good to hear you're still
punishing him with early bedtimes, that means I can do the same. See you soon
Thomas."
All the way home I was seething that mum had let Aunt
Susan know she still used pyjama and
early bedtimes on me but held my counsel, I had an idea.
The final week of school passed and I
promised mum that I would be a
good boy when I was at Susan’s, and so we arrived at 2 ‘o’ clock.
Mum had a cup of tea with Aunty, then she left me with a good-bye
kiss.
When she’d gone the first thing Susan said was,"
while you're here you
will call me Aunty Susan or Aunty, now let’s get you unpacked , follow
me .”
I followed her upstairs to a bedroom at the back of the house, which
was just as her daughter had left it.
The room was decorated in a very feminine way with flower motif
wallpaper, teddy bears sat scattered on the bedroom furniture, the curtains
were pink and
the bed itself had fluffy white frilly pillows to match a frilly
white cover .
My suitcase was on the bed and it
was some trepidation as I watched aunty remove my clothes and put them into
drawers and hang them up. When the last of them were out and put away, Susan
said in a cross voice, "where are your pyjamas?”
This was my moment, I drew myself up to my full height of five foot two.
"Aunty Susan, I don’t want to wear pyjamas anymore,
I'm almost sixteen so I
haven’t packed any. Men of my age sleep in their underwear of naked as I
propose to do.”
Her face betrayed her anger, "You, a man, don't make me laugh, look at the
size of you, you're nothing but a misbehaving naughty little boy. And if you
think you are sleeping naked on my clean bedding think again. If your mother
knew what you were up to she would tan your backside, I know very well she
insists you wear pyjamas for bed and I am certainly going to enforce that rule
whilst you are under my roof!”
This tirade against me was shouted in a loud voice and I
was certain I had misjudged what her reaction would be most definitely.
"You just stand right there." She said angel as
she left the room, coming back moments later with a bundle of clothes in her
arms.
"Let’s see if these will make you regret you didn't
pack any pyjamas of your own, my daughters old nightclothes have just found a
new owner, you!"
Aunty put the clothes on the bed, I could see now that they were indeed girls
winceyette pyjamas. There was a pink pair with white flowers and a white pair
with pink flowers. Aunty also placed a nightdress on the bed which was also
made from soft yellow winceyette and had frilly cuffs and a lacy
neckline, it seemed to have a lot of buttons as well.
"Come here," aunty commanded. Aunty held the
jackets and trousers of the pyjamas against me and said," these will do
fine , a little bit big but nice and
comfortable the nightdress you will
wear when you've been particularly
naughty which I have no doubt will not be unusual!”
I had never envisaged this scenario when I deliberately lied to my mum about
packing four pairs of pyjamas. Aunty Susan had taken me by surprise and I
desperately tried to backtrack. "Please Aunty, I don’t want to wear girls
pyjamas especially the nightie, can't we go to town tomorrow and I will use my
pocket money to buy new pyjamas, I promise."
The next thing that happened was
totally unexpected.
Aunty turned me around and pushed me face down on the bed ,with one
hand she held me and with the other pulled off my shoes and socks, then my
trousers and underpants, then she pulled me up and removed the t-shirt I
was wearing until I was totally naked.
“You are a cheeky, naughty, very little boy."
she said unkindly as she slapped my hands away from my attempt to cover my
nakedness. Well you’ll soon be tucked up good and early in bed and if your
lucky a 5 ‘o’ clock bed time for you is the bet you can hope for all of next
week!”
She positioned me over her knee and began a very hard and fast spanking,
"Well we know now that your behaviour warrants an
early bedtime and your cousins pink pyjamas will suit you just fine so I have
saved you some money haven't I?"
I had thought I would easily be able to resist my aunt
but, like my mother she was deceptively strong and she kept me pinioned on her
lap while she spanked and scolded me. At first I tried to be brave but after a
good 5 minutes my bottom was
glowing red all over and my struggles to free myself had left me exhausted.
Aunty sensed my
rebellion was almost over, "are you going to be a good little boy for
Aunty Susan and do exactly as you are told or do you want me to continue
spanking you,?" She asked.
Through my tears I could only nod my acquiescence but this
wasn't good enough for aunty, she was determined to break me across her lap.
"
Say, "I promise to wear my pretty girls jimmy-jams
and be a good little boy for Aunty Susan. Say it!" She spanked my bare
bottom once more and I blurted out the words from behind my sobs.
"Please aunty Susan, I promise to wear my pretty pyjamas and be a good boy."
"That's close enough," she said as she stood me
up facing her. She picked up the pink floral pyjama jacket and held it open for
me. First my right and then my left arm was inserted into the pyjama sleeves
and the jacked lay draped around my shoulders. Aunty Susan smiled at me, making
eye contact as she slowly began buttoning up the pyjama jacket beginning from
the bottom.
The neckline of the pyjama jacket had, what I later found
out was called, a Peter Pan collar and aunty ensured the top button was
fastened securely to show off this feature.
"There now, how lovely you look," she said as
she ran her hand down the front of the thick winceyette material of the pyjama
jacket, the hem of which rested two inches below my pee-pee. Her hand continued
it's downward movement and she pressed the soft material against me causing me
to inadvertently gasp.
Still smiling she picked up the pyjama bottoms and urged
me to step into them, right leg, then the left. She pulled them up around my
thighs and nestled the elastic around my waist.
"Yes they suit you, pink winceyette pyjamas are just
the thing for a
naughty boy to wear for an early bedtime but to make sure you’ve learnt
to do as your told, your going to get a hairbrush over that naughty pyjama clad
bottom,”
She dragged me by the ear to her bedroom picking up
the brush off the dressing table, sitting down on the bed and pulling
me over her knee again and began slapping my winceyette clad bottom.
"I hope you’re learning a lesson you won’t forget in a hurry you naughty
little boy!”
Finally the spanking was finished and Aunty took me back to my bedroom , pulled
back the bed-clothes and ordered me into bed, tucking me tightly in and pulling
the bedclothes neck, she drew the curtains on a fine summer day at 3.30pm.
