Even though I will be nineteen in two weeks time aunty insisted that my weekday bedtimes remain at 7pm.
I had been asking her for a long time to allow me to stay up until 9pm, (hoping for 8pm) but she would not budge. One rare sunny day a short while ago I returned home from college at 3pm to find aunty entertaining her book club ladies in the garden. "Ah good, you're home," she said looking at me. "Straight upstairs and change into your pyjamas and slippers and then you can hang out the washing. I've just laundered three pairs of your pyjamas and they will dry nicely in the afternoon sun. Quickly now." She continued her conversation with Miss Harkness, Miss Gilbody and Mrs Kettle. I hestitated, cleared my throat and decided to be bold. "Aunty it's ridiculous that I have to put my pyjamas on as soon as I come home, I am a man now and in future I will decide when I put my pyjamas on and what time I go to bed." The conversation about Northanger Abbey stopped abrubtly. Aunty turned to face me."I beg your pardon, little boy," she said pointedly. "Well I was just saying, what I meant was....." My courage had failed me as four pairs of female eyes focused on me. Instantly it seemed, my trousers were around my ankles and I was across aunty's lap. Quickly I was thrashing and squirming about in an effort to escape her grasp. Out of the corner of my eye and amidst my tears, I saw Mrs Baxendale peer over the garden fence to discover what was happening and then totake up a position to see my spanking better. The slaps rained down upon my bottom and I howled louder. "I'm sorry aunty, please forgive me...ow....ow oh let it stop." I heard aunty despatch Miss Kettle upstairs to fetch my pyjamas and it was only upon her return that my outdoor spanking ceased although my humiliation was set to continue. Sobbing in front of everyone, including the still observing Mrs Baxendale aunty removed the remainder of my clothing until I stood quite naked in front of everyone. "Pass me his pyjama jacket please," aunty asked Miss Kettle who giggled as she looked at me. Miss Kettle is only sixteen and is in the sixth form at the local school. "Don't you ever talk like that to me again you naughty little boy," aunty scolded as she buttoned me into my brown winceyette pyjama top. Bottoms please Miss Kettle." Aunty slapped the back of my leg when I didn't step into my pyjama bottoms quickly enough. "Stay up until nine o'clock, the very idea. How about instead I move your bedtime forward to six o'clock." Miss kettle giggled again but a look from aunty immediatley stifled it. "No aunty please don't make my bedtime earlier," I pleaded. "And in addition, on Saturday and Sunday you will put your pyjamas on at 2pm and bedtime will be 4pm. How grown up do you feel now?" Aunty pulled up my pyjama bottoms and tucked the jacket into the elasticised waistband of the pyjama bottoms. Now get that washing hung out and then you can say goodnight to everyone and it's off to bed with you."
Please Nanny Smackbottom don't you agree aunty is being too harsh with me? Will you write to aunty and get her to change her mind. I am quite willing to go to bed at 7pm as before.
Yours
Benjamin
Dear Master Benjamin
I will indeed write to your aunt, but only to tell her of your impudence in writing to me. How dare you think that I would support you after your outrageous behaviour. Being too harsh with you? Let me tell you that you are very lucky your aunt has only moved your bedtime to 6 o'clock. She should be sending you to bed as soon as you arrive home, I certainly would. I would also put you back into little boy pyjamas to teach you a valuable lesson as well as giving you additional nursey style spankings. Rest assured I will be recommending this pyjama and early bedtime regime to your aunt. Jim-jams on and off to bed with you at once.
Nanny Smackbottom
He also need to be put into nappies and plastic Pants as well
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