After I had displeased aunty on Friday afternoon she decided
the best punishment for me was an early bedtime. Of course I protested that it
was only 5.30 on a beautifully sunny, hot afternoon. Nevertheless, I was
ordered to go upstairs, take a bath, put on my pyjamas then come back down for
some cocoa before bedtime. (Aunty has recently concluded that cocoa helps me to
sleep better.) Reluctantly I did as I was told and went upstairs, aunty had
already laid out the pyjamas she wanted me to wear, a blue striped pair that
were made from particularly thick and heavy winceyette.
After my bath I buttoned up the pyjama jacket and made my
way downstairs. As I entered the lounge I heard the unmistakable tones of Miss
Jacobson. Aunty and Miss Jacobson were sitting chatting on the sofa, aunty
said, “ah, here at last.” Then turning to Miss Jacobson, “ I ordered him into
his pyjamas early as he was most disrespectful earlier.”
“I do hope he has been spanked,” Miss Jacobson said staring
intently at me. “ I notice the top button of his pyjamas remains unfastened
too, she informed aunty.
“Interfering busybody,” I said quietly under my breath,
unfortunately, not quietly enough. “What did you say?” Asked an indignant Miss Jacobson.
“Get that top button fastened and then get over my knee you
naughty little boy,” boomed my outraged aunt.
Stupidly I tried to reason with her. “But aunty it’s far too
hot to wear pyjamas let alone have my top button fastened. Aunty’s face turned
to thunder, “I will not tolerate such insolence.” She dragged me across her lap
and gave me the longest spanking she had ever administered.
“You-will-wear-whatever-I-tell-you-to
wear-and-not-question-me-under-any-circumstances,” she intoned as my bottom
bore the brunt of her anger.
“I suggest you need
to give this naughty little boy a further appropriate punishment, I have an
idea that will prove to be extremely fitting my dear.” Miss Jacobson said as
aunty paused from spanking me leaving me draped helplessly across her lap.
Aunty had just finished removing my pyjamas when Miss
Jacobson returned.
“Absolutely perfect, beamed aunty when she saw what Miss
Jacobson had bought, quickly now get it on him.” Aunty was oblivious to my
naked embarrassment as she and Miss Jacobson made themselves busy them putting
a full-length winceyette nightie over my head. I felt the nightie cascade to
the floor enveloping me in the soft winceyette material.
“No please, I don’t want to wear a nightie,” I pleaded as
Miss Jacobson spun me around to fasten up the buttons that encased my neck in a
frilled horror. Miss Jacobson tugged the sleeves of the nightie until the
frilled elasticised cuffs nestled neatly on my wrists, “there now, this nightie
will keep you lovely and warm won’t it,” gloated Miss Jacobson as I was marched
upstairs and tucked tightly into bed. “Don’t you dare get out of bed until I
come for you in the morning,” aunty said as she threw an extra duvet on top of
the existing bedding. I was already beginning to regret my naughtiness as the
beads of sweat formed on my forehead, I watched as aunty drew the heavy
blackout style curtains that, once the bedroom door was closed would leave me
practically in complete darkness despite the fact it was not yet six o’clock.
I was in for a long
uncomfortable night.
Lovely pyjamas!
ReplyDeleteI'm quite surprised to see that Ms Jacobson allowed you to wear such creased and disheveled pyjamas - I do hope that her standards are not slipping. Of course she is correct though in insisting that all jacket buttons should be fastened regardless of the weather - after all, the top button is there for a reason and if she insists that thick pyjamas should be worn in hot weather then you should do what you are told straightaway and not whinge like an insolent brat.
ReplyDeleteThe disrespectful manner in which you speak to your betters deserves firm punishment and I would suggest to your Aunt that you wear TWO thick pyjama suits for an early bedtime - that would make you understand the meaning of obedience as you lay sweltering.
David/aunty
ReplyDeleteI agree totally with David's excellent suggestion of using two pairs of pyjamas as a punishment. Indeed it is a method I used on my brother. It is best that the second pair is at least a size larger than the first pair of pyjamas. Both pairs should be made of heavy flannelette or brushed cotton. They obviously should be fully buttoned and I recommend a pair of mittens to prevent any nocturnal unbuttoning and also some fluffy bed socks and a nightcap to finish his ensemble.(You can still get these online I believe). After spending a night encased in a double layer of pyjamas I found that my brother was much more willing to accept his pyjama punishment and his early bedtimes.
Dear Aunty Wincy -
ReplyDeleteI do hope that you find the time to lay out two pairs of pyjamas for your Nephew and insist that he dons them for a photograph during this hot weather. I'm sure that I speak for Ariadne when I say that we would both gain a great deal of pleasure from chuckling at such photographs as he complains and sweats in his humiliating nightwear!
I do like your nightie- Very appropriated.
ReplyDeleteDon’t tell Auntie but I would secretly enjoy an over the knee, early bedtime walloping wearing a night like that. Looks so warm and cuddly, you are so lucky. Keep up the misbehaver…..
Lance.