On one of my most recent visit to aunties I told you about my embarrassment
at having to attend Miss Jacobson's sherry party wearing my striped pyjamas.
Well it appears she has taken rather a shine to seeing me being punished in
pyjamas. On Friday morning I received a phone call from aunty insisting I
finish work early and drive down to her house. Upon my arrival, as was my usual
habit, I took a bath to wash away the city. I was still soaking when aunty
entered the bathroom and emptied the bathtub. "Come along out you
get", she said, enveloping me in a bath sheet. I spluttered my objections
to her intrusion but to no avail and I was ushered downstairs where the
intimidating sight of Miss Jacobson confronted me. "Well, well, if it
isn't my little pyjama waiter. How are you?" Aunty pulled my towel away
and whacked my bottom with her hand making a loud smack thanks to the bathwater
that still clung to me. "Manners, young man, answer Miss Jacobson."
"Sorry Miss Jacobson," I mumbled, "very well thank you."
Aunty beamed, "That's a good boy. Now Miss Jacobson has a surprise for
you." To my horror Miss Jacobson presented me with a pair of enormous blue
and white striped pyjamas. " I saw these and just had to get them for you,
now be a good boy and let's see you wearing your new pyjamas, you might as well
be ready for bed." I protested loudly, “It’s only 1pm, I am not putting
pyjamas on at this time, especially these awful pyjamas."
Aunty had me laid across her lap within seconds of the words leaving my
mouth.
She admonished as she spanked me. “Naughty-naughty little boy. You will wear
your lovely new pyjamas and show your gratitude to Miss Jacobson unless you
want me to put you to bed this instant. Is that want you want?"
"No aunty," I sniffled as I nursed my now tender bottom. I was
made to stand while Miss Jacobson buttoned me into the pyjama jacket and stepped
me into the pyjama bottom, tying them tightly around my waist with the pyjama
cord with the jacket tucked into the bottoms. "Don’t you look sweet?
Aunty mused as I stood there feeling ridiculous, the pyjama bottoms covered my
feet and the sleeves of the jacket were so long that they enveloped my hands.
Aunty whispered in my ear, then said, "Haven't you something to say to
Miss Jacobson," prompted aunty. I swallowed and then reluctantly I
addressed Miss Jacobson.
"Thank you for my lovely new pyjamas Miss Jacobson, I like them very
much and want to wear them all the time." Miss Jacobson clapped her hands
at my pathetic capitulation and lent forward proffering her cheek. As I moved
forward to kiss her cheek I tripped on the cursed long pyjama bottoms and fell
into her lap.
She grasped me around the waist and settled me on her
lap. "Well this has to be an omen," she laughed cuddling me tightly.
Aunty joined in the laughter and went to fetch tea leaving me in the clutches
of Miss Jacobson. "What a cute little boy you are dressed in your gorgeous
jim-jams, I could just keep you with me forever." Aunty entered carrying a
tea tray. "Well unfortunately my nephew is going upstairs to bed for an
afternoon nap after his warm milk but I promise you can have another cuddle
time later." I had to spend another ten excruciating minutes perched on
Miss Jacobson's lap whilst I drank my milk before aunty took me upstairs and
tucked me in.
