Saturday, 29 December 2012

Although very much missed, the archives of Pyjama Punishment Monthly continue to provide evidence that early bedtime and pyjama discipline is being practiced in homes in the UK

To Pyjama Punishment Monthly
Dear Nanny Smackbottom

I would like your advice on how to develop the pyjama and early bedtime discipline that I have imposed on my teenage son. He is now punished with early bedtimes after a series of recent misdemeanours that have led to my total exasperation with him.

He is put to bed at 6pm after his bath wearing his yellow-brushed cotton pyjamas covered with bunny rabbits, that I ordered online
They are extremely babyish and cute, which I feel add to his punishment and sense of humiliation. I ordered them in a ladies medium size, which fit him perfectly.

He is becoming increasingly used to his treatment although this does
not stop his general fussing and complaints about enduring an enforced bedtime regime suited to a much younger child.

Actually I find camomile baby lotion in his bath and a drop of lavender on his pyjama jacket works very well in helping to help settle him down.

Dear Mrs S
Thank you for writing to me at Pyjama Punishment. Monthly I am sure I can help you discipline your son Finlay. Can you tell us more about you son’s punishment?
You state he is a teenager can you be more specific? Is he still attending school and if so why don’t you bath him and put him into his pyjamas earlier?
He must be very embarrassed as mummy dresses him in his bunny jim-jams, you do get him ready for bed yourself don’t you? So much more humiliating, don’t you agree? What about the weekends, do you keep him dressed in pyjamas all the time?  It would make it easier to pop him quickly into bed if he misbehaves. What about a bedtime spanking? Being draped over mummy’s lap wearing his babyish pyjamas is an excellent punishment.
I like your idea of the baby lotion in his bath and the lavender oil on his pyjamas to calm him. Perhaps you could introduce a Teddy Bear or similar for him to hug and take to bed with, thus emphasising his babyishness.

Nanny Smackbottom

Hello Nanny Smackbottom
Thank you for your reply concerning Finlay’s early bedtime and pyjama punishment.
My son is 17, a young 17, quite small and slight.
He has been out of school for the past year that is when his behaviour began to deteriorate - he went off with some friends to
travel to Germany and other parts of Europe where stories filtered
back of his unruly and undesirable behaviour.
I cut of his finance forcing him to return home but his attitude remains
nonchalant and undesirable. He has become quite cock-sure, and enjoys giving me
a lot of backchat. 

This I will not tolerate hence my desire to return him to a state where he is under my control in an attempt to remind him of his status in our home. I like him to be ready for bed in his pyjamas and in bed before six-thirty so
I can enjoy my evening in peace without his nonsense.  This usually means him being
physically prepared for bed, bathed and put in to his pyjamas to
minimise time loss and fuss I have a warning system and 3 warnings
not responded to means I will take over the bedtime preparations.

He greatly resents the pyjamas as before this he was used to wearing
his boxer shorts or such to bed but I prefer to see him properly
attired for sleepy time as he was as a child. I have found that Primark have lovely winceyette pyjamas or sale at reasonable prices and Debenhams have a wonderful range of ladies pyjamas often in cutesy designs and will fit a male in most cases
just fine albeit slightly more expensive.

I do not keep him dressed in pyjamas during weekends, this is not
something I had thought of but there would of course be a possibility
of him being put to bed at any time of day when his behaviour was
deemed unacceptable. It is a great way to remind him of his place and
also to put an immediate stop to the nonsense.

I have also not yet explored a spanking but am more than open to any
suggestions from members of this group regarding other punishments or
tactics to enhance his punishment system.

Funnily enough Finlay has a soft plush toy doggy on his bed, which he has had
since a child - maybe I should bring it in to more of an active role in his bedtime regime, along with perhaps a dummy and a blanket as he always used to have those as a comfort when he was actually a small child.

Mrs S
I applaud your stance on discipline. Your son should appreciate what you are doing for him and that it is for his own good.
I can recommend spanking as a disciplinary tool. Your son should be spanked just before you put him to bed. Over your lap for a sound nursery style spanking on his pyjama clad bottom. He should be kept attired in little boy pyjamas as much as possible. Perhaps a few of your friends could visit and your son could serve
refreshments whilst wearing his jim-jams. Then you could dispatch him off to bed after he has bid everyone goodnight. This would be very effective if it were mid-afternoon or earlier. Yes, a blanket or a soft toy should be used to enhance his babyish position. A dummy is an excellent idea. It could be pinned to his pyjama jacket and popped into his mouth when he is being tiresome.

Nanny Smackbottom

Friday, 28 December 2012

Another story from Janice, I wonder if she is still writing?

My Birthday Party In Bed
A story of undeserved bed punishment.
Written by: Janice

The sunlight is blinding, like a giant yellow ball of intense heat and light, high in the sky, with a few puffy white clouds floating by, since it is very early morning. As a result, the humidity is very high, and there lacks a breeze, which is already making the air sticky. It was going to be another muggy, yet beautiful and long summer day, and I was looking forward to every moment of it. Well, until my little sister intervened.

I had just showered and went downstairs fully dressed and suddenly Kaylee was arguing with me about my new MP3 player and other matters, and once again I played into her hand, which was unfortunate for me.

        -“John, why are you picking on your poor little sister?”
       -“Uh…er…I…I…I’m not…”
       -“Oh yes he is mom! He is being so nasty to me.”

Out of nowhere, mom showed up, declared me too cranky to be allowed to stay up. Being only five foot tall and weighing a mere hundred pounds, I was easily dragged upstairs by the ear by a very angry mom, while a very happy Kaylee stood at the bottom of the stairs holding her hand over her mouth making stifled laughs and acting very patronizing towards me; and mom did nothing about it.

       -“Night night baby brother. Aw, so crabby wabby you are…ha-ha, ha-ha”
       -“March young man. Upstairs to bed John, for a nap…” mom decreed with a serious air, but Kaylee would not relent.
        -“Can I help mom, oh please??”…Kaylee shouted from below.
        -“Yes of course! Since your older brother can’t stop picking on you he can suffer the indignity of his little sister getting him ready for bed…”
       -“Oh no mom, Not that! Please don’t let her…”
       -“Shut up and off to bed with you foolish boy. You need your rest!”

I marched along as mom twisted and held my ear so tightly that I grimaced in shame and pain. What did I do that was so bad? Why am I being treated like a child? Now mom tells me the only place for a cranky baby is bed and that’s where she is taking me, and I didn’t even have breakfast yet. I feel very angry, yet deeply ashamed. As we entered my room, I knew at any moment, our cousins, Adeline and Janessa were going to arrive and I was worried that they would find out I was being bed punished. Then I heard the doorbell, and more giggling voices. They had arrived. I am sure my sister was telling them what was occurring for the stifled laughter became loud and shrill. It is so unjust and unfair.

        Mom chided me, “You will stand before the window to see what you will miss, while I prepare your bed. Your sister will be up shortly!”

This is my birthday; I am 17 years old today, and here I am standing before my open window with hands on top of head, as mom prepares my bed. My thoughts are jumbled and I am confused. Why does mom always take Kaylee’s side? Why am I always to blame when she has one of her little girl tantrums? Why don’t others see it? My mother left the room for a moment, and I heard small footsteps on the stairs. It was Kaylee, giggling softly and acting in every way like a true plague of a little sister. Mom met her in the hallway and I heard whispering, and Kaylee bursting out in laughter. What was she up to now? Kaylee entered my room, just as mom finished folding back the bedcovers and fluffing the pillows. She had some garments in her arms and placed them on a chair. I was spun around and made to sit on the bed.

        -It’s time to get you dressed for beddy-byes John”.
       -Bu…but…but Kaylee’s here…. I can’t get dressed now….”
       -“Your little sister has seen naked little babies before, so this will be no different young man!”

Mom removed my shoes and socks and placed them in a pile. I had my shirt removed too. Then she pulled me up and undid my belt and snaps to my jeans and pulled them, along with my underwear, down. As I tried to cover up, Kaylee’s giggles and mocking comments tormented me. I stood before my mom and sister, I felt totally removed from the active world of an adult and reduced to the status of a naughty baby. Then the indignity happened as mom pulled the nightie over my head. It was one of Janessa’s left from a sleepover, a full length, pink floral, and long sleeved flannel nightie with a ruffle neckline. The nightie cascaded to the floor as mom turned me around do she could fasten the buttons at he back of the nightie before presenting me to Kaylee.

        -“What do you think of your baby brother now Kaylee?”
       -“Oh how very sweet? My baby brother is so cute, Hahaha”

Once dressed in the female nightwear, I became more complacent and submissive, but not by choice. I was then made to brush my teeth and attend to my toilet, before I was required to return to my bedroom. Next, mom ordered me to bed and lie down. Kaylee was asked by mom to help settle me in.
-“Oh yes of course. I would love to!” Kaylee responds with exuberance.
-“All comfy are we baby?” mom coos.
        -“But…I did nothing mom…” I cried in defiance. Mom’s point became more credible as I continued my distress. “You were nasty towards Kaylee and that’s enough for you to be put to bed wearing such a sweet little girl nightie.”
       “And you are just so cranky and you won’t even admit it!” Kaylee sneered.
       ”But she started her little girl whining on me mom! She demanded my….” Mom simply ignored my protestations that made me even angrier
       “ENOUGH! See how cranky you are?  And argumentative as well as defiant.”
       “But mom??...” I knew I made a mistake.
        -“See my darling son, how cranky you really are? That is why you argued with Kaylee and why I must put you to bed to calm down”
Mom attempted to sooth me with sweet talk and I couldn’t believe that Kaylee had so much power over mom. She was treated like a mature young lady, despite her little girl ravings while I was treated like a naughty baby. It wasn’t at all fair!

        “You will be sorry now John”. Kaylee whispers.

The next thing I knew, Kaylee had left the room and called for my two bratty cousins who sniggered and laughed out loud at an ear-splitting level, as they too, came up to my room. I felt this wasn’t necessary but after arguing again with Kaylee, mom invited them. She said that was my choice, and shortly I was surrounded by my mom, my 10 year old sister, Kaylee 14 year old cousin Janessa and 12 year old cousin Adeline. I felt really ashamed and embarrassed, yet angry and malicious. “Oh my goodness he’s is wearing my old nightie! “ Janessa exclaimed as she saw me in bed. “It really suits you John, “ she said as
Mom draws the shutters quickly, and suddenly the only light are the few concentrated beams of sunshine condensing through the thin slats of the shutters and dispersing into the room, like concentrated laser beams. My worries begin to escalate…

“There John, Mr. Sunlight is going nighty night too”. Mom ironically snickers and shakes her head.
 Yes; just…  like… you…” Kaylee deliberately said in a sing-a-long style in her annoying little girl manner.

        “It’s time to turn on your baby light, silly willy!” Kaylee coos condescendingly, fluttering her eyelids and laughing. She notices that I am becoming increasingly perturbed at her childish treatment of me, that I cannot do anything about it, and yet mom does nothing to correct her. The cousins are gathering up my street clothes, now strewn upon the floor and leave the room with them.

-“Aw does baby miss mister sun? Aw too bad, cootchie, cootchie coo!”  Kaylee mimics in sugar-sweet baby talk, smirking deliberately.
-“I don’t think wickle ickle baby will see, oops, should see Mr. Sun for a very, very long time. Aw! Doesn’t baby like that? Still cranky are we?”

Kaylee then turns away and lights my bedside lamp, as mom instructs her to, awaiting eagerly the next step… Before that moment however, 8-year-old Janessa and 9-year-old Adeline returned from the laundry closet, having deposited all of my clothes and joined Kaylee in chiding me.

-“Oh look baby John. Your clothesy are all gone! Aw, does that make you sad?  “Too bad brat,” Janessa whispers in my ear giggling. “Hahaha”
-“Now you can sleep in peace, and you won’t have to worry anymore about them, snookums!” Adeline exclaims ironically.
-“That’s right baby! Your clothes are in a safe place where you cannot get them”. Kaylee scolds.
-“It’s past your bedtime John…” Mom decrees.

Mom appears to be deliberately oblivious to the cutting remarks, scorn and stifled giggles and taunts of the three little girls, as she opens my window just a bit. Then with one quick motion, she pulls down the shades. The dispersed laser beams disappear; however, the strong sunlight disperses light along both edges of the shades onto the walls and at bedside. Then with another swift motion, she pulls the very heavy blackout lined curtains tightly together and the sunlight disappears completely. The only light is emanating from the small bedside lamp and the natural light of the hallway outside the bedroom. It feels like midnight in my bedroom, with all natural light taken over by obscurity. I am somewhat perturbed, yet submissive as I sense what is happening…

        -“Not so bossy and tough now, are we babykins?”  Kaylee gloats in sheer exuberance at my visible sadness. The other girls snigger and stare.

I ignore her, though I would prefer to retort back. It makes me very angry, since she is a lot younger than me, and deliberately provoking me. Perhaps this is all a little joke to get me to stop picking on the girls. I certainly hope so. Okay then I’ll play along, and take a nap, but I somehow feel they have a different agenda for me, and then I become angry again.  I keep feeling mixed emotions, ranging from anger and resentment to sorrow and regret. What is most irritating for me, is these three young girls, my sister Kaylee especially, as she is years younger than me, who continue to taunt me to repentance, shame and humiliation.  Being put down for a short nap like a baby is one thing, but would mom listen to them and keep me here all day? Oh no, is she really is going to do this to me? I try to hide my feelings, but I fail as Kaylee catches me in a moment of regret.

        -“Is my big baby brother starting to regret being such a big bad meanie, is he now?” Kaylee scolds condescendingly. I am paralyzed to retort and she continues. “Well then, perhaps mom should put you to bed early more often”.

I breathed deeply. My sister seemed to have sealed my fate. And then mom spoke to me like an infant, as my heart dropped.

-“There, there John! All better now! Mr. Sun is gone again for yet another day. You will thank your sweet sister for your new curtains, as she was so kind in suggesting them, so that you can sleep in peace, without any daylight bothering you. You do remember the last time I put you to bed, don’t you?”  Mom comments amusedly.
-“Yes baby brother. I know I do!  You were so like crabby and cranky like a wickle ickle baby! And you whined… and complained…. And whined some more…” Kaylee decreed.
- …”That it was just too sunny outside to have to go to bed so early”.  Janessa finished stating.
-“Yes, yes, do you remember brother dear?? Well, worry no more, sleep a lot more! Hahahahahaha” Kaylee chuckled sarcastically along with her cousins. Mom then gave me a direct order.
-“ Now you big baby, it is time that you thank Kaylee, and I suggest you do it politely”. Mom orders with arms folded. I hesitate, but mom glares back and I relent unwillingly.
-“Thank you Kaylee!” I mumble pitifully. I really hate my sister, always provoking me. She is the reason I am tucked away in bed. I know it. And mom allows her to ridicule and mock me without consequence. Now she is looking at me scornfully.
-“Oh, my pleasure big baby brother, my pleasure, indeed! Kaylee adds in a patronizing and amused manner, and adds: “Now I shall give my big not so sweet baby brother a kissy wissy on his cheeky weeky!” She continued in syrupy mockery. Then Kaylee took out a stick of strawberry lipgloss and applied it heavily to her lips. She grinned and leaned over me again. I tried to evade her, by tossing my head back and forth, but to no avail. She kissed my forehead multiple times, knowing how much it annoyed me. The scent of her little girl perfume and that horrid lip-gloss lingered then she whispered softly to me: “Oh if I have my way, you will spend a lot more time in bed, and never see that girlfriend of yours ever again, sweet brother!”

I became worried, despite my arrogance, being older and my disdain for my little sister. Mom always believed her. I was the only one ever punished regardless of who started it, and she knew she had the upper hand. But then, I was interrupted by mom’s voice…

-“See Baby John how caring your sister is for you. You should be so ashamed for picking on her like you do”. Mom sternly stated ”Oh yes you should!”  But Kaylee was not so convinced.
-“Yes, shame, shame baby cousin” Adeline squealed in delight.
-“Oh I agree Adeline. Naughty, naughty wickle babykins…” adds Janessa.
-“Mom?? His apology was not as sincere as it should be….” Kaylee sighed with contempt.
-“I agree. Once downstairs, we will discuss his punishment for that”. Mom sternly replied. I then blurted out….
-“We? Why must you discuss me with them? That’s not fair mom! I’m already being punished”…I bellowed. Mom shook her head in disagreement. “You will be punished for your sulkiness downstairs this morning. I really don’t care if you want to act sulky and cranky, as long as you are sulky and cranky in bed, and not downstairs with us.”  Mom hisses. “And furthermore, for now you are in bed to calm you down.  We shall tell you your punishment later”.
-“Well must they be allowed to discuss it with you? Why mom??”
-“Because you continue your crankiness and sulking in front of your sweet sister and both your cousins. They have every right to be apart of your punishment. Now shut up”.  Then mom turns to the girls.
-You see girls; this is how a naughty little boy behaves; always teasing little girls. He rambles on and on like a grumpy baby, proving that he is over-tired and belongs in bed…. “
-“It looks like someone deserves some peace and quiet too!” Janessa declares.
-“And we need some too!” Kaylee interjects with enthusiasm. Then adds: “Maybe even for the rest of the day too!”
-“That would be wonderful!” shouts Adeline ironically.
-“Mom, will we tell him what his punishment will be?” Kaylee asks enthusiastically.
-“Perhaps, if he is not so sulky by then…. What’s the matter Kaylee?”
-“He needs a good spanking mother right now!” Kaylee interjects happily.
-“I agree. And then we need to get some breakfast…”
-“Oh yes mom! Oh yes…Can I do it? Oh please? And an apology too?” Kaylee shouts with amusement. Mom adds sternly with an amused grin.
-“I think you should!” She then turns to John. “Perhaps after being punished by your little sister, you just might start minding your manners in the future”. Mom laughs. John looks very unhappy.
‘-Oh goody! John’s gonna get a spanking. John’s gonna get a spanking!” Adeline wails in nursery chant.
‘”Way to go Kaylee! You rock girl! A good spankee wankee for a big bad baby waby. Smack him good and hard….” Janessa shouts and claps.
You naughty little baby, first you will stand before me, get moving now!” Kaylee commands. John hesitates, after all mom dressed him in an outfit that will prove to be very humiliating for him, and does not want to be seen by these little irritating and annoying girls. Mom uncovers him and pulls on his ear, making him get out of bed. The shrill laughter that followed made him feel very humiliated. 

-“Oh look, oh my…. that is like so funny…”Adeline giggles uncontrollably.
-“Yes but he looks so baby sweet in pink girls, moue Cheri?” Kaylee giggles.
        -Kneel down John”. She commands with amusement.
John does so and finds himself eye to eye with his little sister who is now in control, despite his older age. He finds this repulsive and not to his liking as she holds his chin and makes him focus on her face.  He resents her long black glossy fingernails as she gingerly makes him comply with her wishes.
        -: Now you will repeat each word I say and you had better act truly sorry”.  She mocks him sternly.
        -“I am truly sorry for upsetting my dear, sweet, kind and always good little sister!”  Kaylee recites, and then admonishes him. “I said every word now!”
       I am truly sorry for upsetting my dear, sweet, kind and always good little sister!” John mumbles unconvincingly, looking straight at Kaylee, then turning his eyes away.
        -“That was rude! Perhaps I should suggest to mom that you should stay in bed all… day… long… then.  Would you like that?  And miss your own birthday party? “ Kaylee ads sternly. As she holds my chin so I look up at her. “For now you shall get a spanking!”  A now very disturbed Kaylee scolds him amongst the giggles and mocking laughter.
-“Bend over the bed now, so I can spank you.!” Kaylee commands. John does so, and his pink panty clad bottom is in full view of everyone. Mom hands her a long handled stiff bristled bath brush, and she accepts willingly.
-“This one is for mom, this one is for your dear sweet sister, and this one is for Janessa…”

Kaylee applies the bristles of the long hairbrush very hard across his now red and tender bottom. He winces at each blow and whimpers. After a number of blows, she stops reluctantly.

        -“I could go on and on, but I am hungry for breakfast and there is always later….” But Kaylee was not yet finished, and added with a sarcastic grin: “He still needs to be punished for his very bad apology mom!”
       -“I agree Kaylee, what do you suggest?” mom concurs. Kaylee walks over and whispers to her, while grinning straight at me.
       -“I want him to stay in bed for the rest of today. That would please me a lot mom! Oh please??”  The cousins heard her and shook their heads in agreement. John wondered what was being said.
       -“That would please us too!” giggled both Janessa and Adeline.
        -“Well we can discuss that downstairs when we plan his punishment as I said earlier”. Mom adds sternly.

Kaylee looked at me with a sniggering grin and chuckled. Then she addressed me:
-“You need a lot of rest baby brother…ha-ha -ha- ha”

Mom then interrupted.
-“We need to go now girls, our breakfast is waiting. And as for you John…. The girls have locked up your clothes. There is nothing for you to read, no TV to watch, no radio for you to listen to, no phone, and no clock… There will be no snacks, no visitors either…”
       -“ No talking, making noise, getting up, or staying awake once we leave you to sleep…” Kaylee adds. Mom folds her arms, shaking her head and looking very serious.
-“Do you understand?”
-“Ye…Y… Yes…But…”
-NO BUTS! It’s your bedtime now, so go to beddy-byes and sleep soundly. We will return after we have had our breakfast, perhaps or even later…. Now let’s go girls”.
-But can I get up, oh please? Don’t leave me here all day…. I want breakfast too… oh please??”

Kaylee looks back on him and shakes her head in disagreement. “Not if I can help it brother dear!” she sneers.

Mom stood at the bedroom door after kissing me. Kaylee grinned as she put on a heavy coating of that strawberry scented lip-gloss and advised her cousins to do the same. Then she kissed me again and again all over my face, despite my resistance and Janessa and Adeline filed her lead. I was covered in strawberry lip-gloss. I was then barraged with a cacophony of mockeries, giggles and condescending laughter that only served to annoy me even more. 
        -“Have a nice nap, baby cousin, or is it nighty night for you already?”
       -“Beddy-byes for cranky wittle babykins, cootchie, cootchie, sweetums!”
       -“Don’t let the bedbugs bite, nasty one. With you in bed, we can play better”.

Kaylee covers her brother up to his neck, and tucks in his many layers of blankets and comforters. Then she tells him what he is about to miss.

        -“Oh too bad you can’t join us for breakfast. We are having all your favorites like home fries and ham, eggs and sausage.  Mmmm, yum, yum for us, but bed is just so right for you anyway!”
       -“Time girls, let’s go.
The girls all left giggling and laughing.

-“It’s 8:45am John. Have a nice quiet nap, so we can enjoy our breakfast. No noise or you’ll be punished. It’s sleepy time for my naughty boy now! Night!” Mom scolds.
The door is swiftly closed, followed by the sound of a key being turned in the lock. The room goes from a well-lit one to a completely dark environment, by the closing and locking of the door. The sudden deadened room comes alive again with muffled wicked pre-teen giggling, laughter and mockeries from all three little girls, just outside my bedroom door. After much cacophony and jubilation about me, they descend back downstairs still laughing and making comments; their footsteps start to fade slowly, and the bedroom becomes very quiet and peaceful. Aside from the mockeries that fade quickly, it is almost deafening in the bedroom where I am now confined. They don’t seem to be concerned about me at all, or that I am to miss a great breakfast. Perhaps they will let me up shortly. I can only hope. But for now, I am still very angry and not at all happy with my forced situation. Then I turn my head slightly, and I can hear red robins whistling in the nearby trees, little children laughing and playing, lawn mowers, cars driving by, shouting, crying, laughing, music, dogs barking and all the wonderful sounds of people enjoying themselves.

        -“Aw too bad my wickle-ickle big baby brother has to go to bed, poor dear! NOT! (Giggle)”
        -“Oh yes, poor dear indeed! He deserves it and more. Come on, let’s go downstairs and play his new video games. At least now, he can’t bother us, oh goody!” Kaylee exclaims with mocking laughter.
        -“You are so right Janessa and Adeline. Oh sssh, its beddy-bye time for an older nasty boy, like who cares about him anyhow. We won’t have to worry about him pestering us anymore today, hurrah!”  Kaylee states jubilantly.
-“Now girls. It’s time to go downstairs and have some breakfast. More guests will be arriving and we need to be there to greet them. But during breakfast we can discuss a few matters concerning John’s punishment. Shall we?” Mom exclaims.

Their voices fade away soon after, as they head back downstairs. As I lay awake in my bed at only 9:00am, I am angry, yet sad bored yet annoyed and thinking of revenge, but leaning towards forgiveness. How did I ever get into this mess?  How could I allow this to happen? Okay I admit, most of the times I was callous towards my little sister, my cousins and her friends, but today I was not! I am not to blame. But nonetheless, mom blamed me anyway and at the insistence of those three wretched! Oh how I despise little girls!  This is the day of my birthday party and I am in bed? Oh that is so wrong! Oh no, my girlfriend was invited today. What will she say? What will she think? Oh no, come back, let me up, oh please, oh no, I can’s stay in bed, I can’t. I’m not a baby or naughty child though my little sister and cousins say I am. It is quieter now, as the laughter and mockeries of my two young cousins, Janessa and Adeline and my little sister, Kaylee fades away along with their footsteps as they head back downstairs. The silence is deadening. It is intentional I’m sure punished in complete solitude, all alone and in complete darkness. I am 19 years old! My sister Kaylee is only 10 years old, Janessa is 8 years old and Adeline is 9 years old. And these little witches got me in trouble. They are brats, I tell you. I am angry because of them.
It is not only extremely quiet in this room, but my clever mother and sister, had special window treatments made just for me. The shutters close and lock from inside, and then mother had made lined curtains in plaid for the room. The lining is a hermetically sealed material that blocks 100% of the sunlight from entering. And it works! It is so dark in here, I can’t see about the room, despite the fact that it is sunny and very hot outside. It is very hot in here too, covered by many layers of quilts and wool blankets, brushed cotton sheets and pillowcases. I am told they will help me to sleep faster, and they must work, because already, minutes after being left alone, I fall asleep…

Wednesday, 26 December 2012

A Christmas tale of maternal spankings and nappied sissy pyjama early bedtimes

I was at aunties for Christmas day and, after giving aunty the new pair of fur lined spanking slippers she had asked for I found that I was the recipient of three neatly wrapped presents from aunty. Upon opening I soon discovered that I was the recipient of three new pairs of winceyette pyjamas consisting of two pairs of naughty boy pyjamas and one pair of naughty sissy pyjamas. Aunty insisted that I change into my new naughty boy paisley pyjamas at once and I had to wear these plus my pinny whilst I helped her prepare Christmas lunch. Aunty always entertains the ladies from her bridge club at Christmas and it was thus attired that aunty made me answer the door to greet them as they arrived. I served lunch and washed up. Afterward I joined the ladies who were enjoying a post meal sherry in the living room. The ladies took it in turns to admire my new pyjamas and enquired what else Santa had given me. Aunty immediately decided I should model my other pair of naughty boy pyjamas and I was made to undress in the middle of the room.

Aunty supervised and buttoned me into my new striped pyjama top, gleefully insisting that the top button be, and remain, fastened. Then she stepped me into the pyjama bottoms, tying the pyjama cord to achieve that "tucked in" look that I so dislike. The ladies enjoyed my discomfort as they once again took turns to "admire" my new pyjamas. Miss Bracegirdle said, "nothing like seeing a naughty boy dressed for bed in a pair of traditional striped pyjamas, fully buttoned and with the pyjama top tucked neatly in. All he needs now is a spanking to remind him of his inferior status."  Auntie’s eyes twinkled. "Please, Miss Bracegirdle, spank away, look upon it as a Christmas gift." Miss Bracegirdle joyfully tapped her lap with her hand and beckoned me toward her with a crook of her finger. "Come to aunty little one and let's see if I can warm that naughty botty of yours." I tentatively lay across Miss Bracegirdle's lap. Taking my right hand by my wrist she bought it up and behind me, resting it in the small of my back to ensure I remained in position across her lap. I felt her hand make circling motions on the winceyette fabric of my pyjama bottoms before I felt a stinging blow. Unbeknownst to me, as I lay prostrate over her knees, my aunt had handed Miss Bracegirdle one of the new spanking slippers that I had bought her. Miss Bracegirdle certainly knows how to deliver a spanking and very soon I was squirming upon her knee begging her to stop amid a flood of my tears. Finally released from Miss Bracegirdle's administrations, I staggered tearfully into auntie’s outstretched arms for a post-spanking cuddle. "I think my naughty boy needs an afternoon nap to calm him down, don't you think so?" Aunty took my hand and led me away to be tucked into bed for my nap, as I left the room the laughter form the bridge club ladies rang loudly in my ears.
Aunty shook me awake; I had napped for an hour. "Come along I need you to help serve the tea, out you get."
 "Has the naughty boy dried his tears den?" Mocked Miss Bracegirdle as aunty led me back into the living room. I blushed and lowered my head to the floor but aunty had plans for me. "Off with your striped pyjamas time for you to show the ladies your new sissy pyjamas." I turned around to see aunty holding my maid’s pinafore and the frilly pink pyjamas.

"Quickly now," urged aunty. Once again I was dressed, this time in my new frilly pink pyjamas, in front of auntie’s friends. Once attired in my pyjamas aunty tied my white, maid’s pinafore on me and ushered me into the kitchen. In a few minutes I returned pushing the hostess trolley to dispense cups of tea and cucumber sandwiches to the ladies. As I was wearing my sissy pyjamas aunty required me to curtsey to each of the ladies as I served them. This bought gales of hysterical laughter from each of them and I could sense Mrs Wellbeloved in particular was itching to involve herself in my predicament. Once everyone was served, I was positioned alongside the trolley ready to attend to everyone's needs. Mrs Wellbeloved barked, "Sissy, my tea is cold, bring me a fresh cup at once and this time make sure it is hot or you will be going across my knee for another spanking."

"Yes ma'am," I said dropping a curtsey. From experience I knew Mrs Wellbeloved was a fearsome spanker and since my bottom still throbbed from Miss Bracegirdle's I was anxious to avoid a trip across her lap.

My hand shook as I poured her a fresh cup and of course my nerves caused me to splash her blouse with tea. "Sissy! You clumsy fool, you need to be taught a lesson" Aunty made no objection as Mrs Wellbeloved dragged me across her lap. Unlike Miss Bracegirdle, Mrs Wellbeloved was an advocate of bare bottomed spankings and I felt her fingertips explore the elasticised waistband of my pyjama bottoms and slowly lowering them. "Ow!" The first blow landed on an already sore and vulnerable area.
"What a cry baby you are sissy, I haven't begun to get into my stride yet. We can't listen to your childish whimpering the whole time you are being spanked." I tasted the rubber bulbous teat of the dummy before I saw it and it was tied into place so quickly my protestations immediately became infantile gibbering.
"Mmmmmphhh!" Was the only audible response I could manage as Mrs Wellbeloved picked up her rhythm? Left buttock, right buttock, one down the middle...

I could only crawl on all fours when the spanking finally ceased. With my pyjama bottoms lowered and a pink dummy tied in my mouth I drew plenty of ridicule but absolutely no sympathy.

"Oh dear, looks like my little sissy has become a sissy babykins. Is your botty vewy sore den, let aunty see?"

I winced as aunty probed my delicate derriere but momentarily I felt cooling cream being administered and I enjoyed the sensation of auntie’s soothing fingers caressing my bottom.

"There now, is dat better den babykins." Aunty said stroking my buttock cheeks. Lulled by her tone I felt so relaxed that despite being an audience of ladies present I was content for the comforting to continue.
Alas it was not to be. The coolness was replaced by another, rougher feeling. Too late I realised the awful truth. I attempted to shout out. "No please not nappies. Please aunty no, not in front of everyone!" Of course my dummy restricted that to another burst of babyish gurgling, "Mmmmmphhh!"

"There, there, babykins, once aunty has her sissy pinned into the lovely soft nappies sissy can say night-night to everyone and aunty will tuck sissykins into beddy-byes." Aunty fastened the nappies with safety pins as I whimpered my pathetic objections. Tugging up my pink pyjama bottoms aunty presented me to each of the ladies who gleefully patted my nappied bottom and kissed me night-night. Aunty grasped my hand and let me to bed; my Christmas day was ending at 6 pm. "I wonder what aunty Frieda and aunty Gladys have bought you for Christmas?" She said kissing my forehead and tucking me in, "no doubt we will have fun finding out tomorrow. Nighty-night sissy babykins,"

Saturday, 22 December 2012

This was posted last month on the Mister Poll website, "put to bed by younger siblings" which fits in with the story published before. It is tagged Earlybedtimer which is one of the names used by Luc Holly.

John confessed a day to me that the idea of forced early bedtimes as a discipline for a disobedient hubby was from his own mother. His mom told his wife that John needed strict rules of life and that she got him used to be put to bed early while he lived with her until he was 26! He was also spanked bare bottom and bed punished when that was necessary. His younger sister even sometimes babysat him. When he got married, he was relieved and felt finally free. But he began to have a bad behaviour and to do stupid things. So in accordance with the recommendations of his own mom, his wife enforced new rules and he had now even earlier bedtimes than with his mother and me too, purely because of him. But I admit we both were bad boys who needed strict discipline and deserved strong punishments.

Our secretary Rosemary babysat John and me Sunday afternoon. We were both in bed in the room of John. John has now to be in bed in a crib. Myself would sleep in his former bed, near his crib. Step mummy and my wife drove me to John and Ariane for lunch. I was fully dressed and took away a blue floral nightie (one which my stepmother gave me for my birthday), a baby bottle, a toothbrush and my potty. John's mom was also a guest. Rosemary was invited for lunch too but was not here yet. John was already in nightgown, a pink light one. Florence asked Ariane if their hubbies would eat in bed. No, John will take lunch with his nightie but at table. He wore already his nightie only to gain time after lunch. My wife ordered me to prepare my bed and also to undress and put my nightie on. I noticed it was very short but my wife replied that everyone here had already seen me bare bottom in nightie. And since John is already ready for bed, I'd to be too. Ariane ordered John to serve drinks while I'll get me ready for bed and she told me to close shutters and to draw curtains once I'll be undressed. I obeyed.
While undressing, I observed the crib of my friend John. I saw she pink sheets, matched pillows and blankets. I saw also his teddy bear and a rattle. A pacifier was put down on his bedside table. My bed was blue pale with white little rabbits. Once with my nightie on, I went to the window to close the shutters. When leaning over, I caught sight of Rosemary getting out of her car. She also saw me. She told me "hello, baby, your babysitter's coming! I see you're ready for beddy-byes yet. You've to take lunch in bed?" I answered I'll be at table with the others, and John too. She told me more it won't be for a long time since she already enjoyed to put both of us to bed straight after lunch.
John and me we weren't allowed to drink alcohol. We put maids aprons on our nighties because we had to serve dishes to the five women at table. We had to be put to bed without dessert. We kissed nite-nite our wife’s, mom or step mom before marching to bed. The ladies will be at a show in the afternoon while John and me we'll confined in our beds. Instead of coffee, Rosemary gave us baby bottles of sedative tea. From my pillow, I observed John in his crib trough his bars. Then Rosemary put his pacifier in the mouth of John, she tucked us in and ordered we fall asleep immediately.
Our secretary and babysitter came back in our bedroom by 3:30 pm because she heard by the baby phone we were awoken. We were allowed to go to the toilets then she brought us bottles of milk and mashed bananas in bed. Drinking my baby bottle, I had to cough and spat out milk on my pillow and my nightie in spite of my bib. John busted out laughing and soiled also his pillow. Rosemary was very, very angry. She got us out our bed and John stumbled as he left his crib. She took our nighties off, gave us a strong slap on our bare buttocks and sent us to the shower. She soaped us energetically and rinsed us with cold water bawling us out with vehemence. Then she clouted both of us round our naked and wet buttocks, a big and burning spanking. Still stark naked John had to show Rosemary where pillowcases and nightdresses were stocked. We had a corner time in the nude in our bedroom while she removed the pillowslips. She complained for the work we gave her and because our wife’s will be unhappy. John was crying bitterly and I was also moaning because my buttocks were actually painful. After a moment she ordered us to kneel and to beg her pardon. We obeyed still sobbing. Before we brushed our teeth, she gave us sleeping syrup. She finally put us our nighties on and tucked us in again. Before to switch off and to lock us in, she announced me I'll have to sleep by John since the next morning. Since I had my clothes here, I'll go to the office with John. Nite-nite, bad baby boys, and now beddy-byes. See you tomorrow at the office! [To continue]

Saturday, 8 December 2012

Early bedtime for the office worker.

Another version of corner time. This lucky chap gets to wear his very retro style striped pyjamas and he has the bottoms tucked in too.

Sissy babykins nappied

It's going badly for sissy babykins as aunty puts her foot down. She is almost as bad as my aunty!