A Spanking Cornertime for this Naughty Little Boy

"What is the meaning of this?" The Thurston sisters had returned early to find Philip in the kitchen brazenly drinking coffee with a young lady. "I..I.. thought you weren't coming back until 4.30 stammered Philip, spilling coffee as he anxiously looked at Agnes and Enid.  The sisters ignored his question. "Well, aren't you going to introduce us?" asked Agnes. "This is Melissa my friend from college, she..she is helping me with an essay." Philip managed to reply despite turning a very pale colour. Melissa these are my landladies Agnes and Enid.. I m..m..m..mean Miss Thurston and Miss Thurston," he babbled. Melissa nodded to the two sisters, "Good afternoon ladies, I believe you know my mother Mrs Hazard? Anyway I had better be going, Philip, I will see you on Monday." Enid smiled, " Mrs hazard's daughter, indeed we know her very well, please, stay and finish your coffee my dear, did you know that Philip was a very naughty, disobedient little boy?" Melissa laughed nervously. "Well I know he's not the tallest, ha-ha but.." Enid joined in the laughter as Agnes left the kitchen. "That's not quite what I meant. When Philip left this morning he was told that as we would possibly be detained in town he was to come home, take his bath, put on the pyjamas that he would find laid out on his bed for him and to sit quietly in his bedroom until we arrived home." She turned to look directly at Philip, "is this not the case?"   " Y..y..yes Miss Thurston." Philip cast his eyes down to the floor. "You willfully disobeyed us didn't you? Undress please Philip." Poor Philip looked aghast. "Oh no Miss Thurston, not here,  not in front ...." Miss Thurston again ignored him as she addressed Melissa. "You see what a naughty little boy he is Melissa? Perhaps you could help by turning that computer on for me?" She asked pointing to the laptop that stood on the worktop. Melissa  depressed the button and the computer began to whir into life. Philip removed his shirt and trousers and socks but had to be cajoled into taking off his underpants. "I am sure Melissa has seen naked little boys before, I believe you have two younger brothers is that not correct?" Melissa confirmed this was so, she now seemed relaxed and unperturbed at Philips predicament.
"Here we are," said Agnes returning to the room carrying Philips red striped pyjamas. "Time to get you ready for beddy-byes." Melissa watched as the two sisters buttoned him into the pyjama jacket and stepped him into the pyjama bottoms. "This is how you should have been attired two hours ago," Agnes said as she tied pyjama cord into a neat bow. Philip wished the ground would swallow him up as he stood looking ridiculous in his pyjama clad state in front of Melissa who was busy speaking to Enid. "Would you print that for me dear? Thank you." Melissa laughed out loud then began typing. Seconds later the printer chugged out a piece of A4 paper. "Show Philip what it says please Melissa," prompted Enid. Melissa smiled and held up the piece of paper. "Sorry Philip, if only I had known I would have bathed you and put you into your pyjamas myself. I have done it often enough times for my brothers." Philip moaned as he read the print on the sheet of paper. It read, I am a naughty disobedient boy and deserve to be spanked after my pyjama corner time.
"Hands on head and into the corner with you Philip," ordered Agnes. "We three girls will have little chat about how we can improve your behaviour and after that we will fetch our hairbrushes and deliver a sound spanking to that naughty bottom of yours. You can be certain that this weekend will involve lots of smacked botty and early bedtime for you Philip dear."

His landladies deliver a well spanked bottom to this naughty boy

When Philip attempted to sneak in late to his lodgings the two Thurston sisters were waiting for him.
"What time do you call this young man?" Agnes asked.

" I...I... I 'm sorry for being late but it .." he stammered " Enid Thurston held up her hand.

 "Silence! We don't want to hear any of your lies. You were told to be home by five thirty and it is now five thirty two, therefore you will be punished. Off with your clothes." 

Before he could respond, two pairs of female hands began to remove his clothing. Between them, they quickly reduced the eighteen-year-old to nakedness. 

"Stop it please, what are you doing?" He gasped frantically trying to preserve his dignity.

His hands were slapped away. 

"Agnes pointed toward his tiny pee-pee, "really Philip, it's hardly worth the effort is it, you really are a little boy aren't you?" 

He stared shamefaced at the floor then realised that Enid Thurston was holding his pyjamas. The blue striped pair his aunt had bought and packed for him. He had told her that he would not be wearing pyjamas now that he was a student but she had insisted all the same. "You never know, the nights may be chilly and you'll be glad aunty made you take your pyjamas.

Enid flapped out his pyjama jacket. 

"Come along into your jim-jams, we know full well your aunt expects you to wear pyjamas and you failed to put them on last night didn't you, naughty boy?"

Without waiting for an answer, Enid turned him around and from behind, placed his arms in the pyjama sleeves and bought it up and around his shoulders as if a tailor was fitting a suit. Quickly, she spun him around and began fastening the buttons from the bottom upwards, finishing with the top button despite his squirming. His aunt had always insisted on the top button of his pyjama be buttoned as well as tucked in pyjama jackets. She slapped his hand away as he attempted to undo the button that strangled his throat.

"Ah...ah." No you don't, we must follow your aunts instructions."

She stepped back to admire her handiwork, running her hand down the front of the pyjama top to smooth it.

"There much better," she said. Agnes had been patiently waiting, holding his pyjama bottoms open and now she moved forward, bending down in front of him as Enid firmly gripped his shoulders. 

"Step!" She commanded, and Philip obediently lifted his leg and stepped into the pyjama bottoms. 

"Again," she said, and once more he pointed his foot into the pyjama bottoms. Agnes pulled the blue striped pyjama trousers half way up and ordered Philip to bend over. He noticed the two sisters now each brandished a hairbrush

Agnes bent him forward and caressed his buttocks with the bristles of the brush.

"Time for your punishment Philip, just as your aunt predicted, this is what happens to naughty boys who come home late and don't wear their pyjamas to beddy-byes. Let's get you spanked and tucked into bed. Your aunt recommended you be tucked up in bed no later than a six o'clock bedtime every night and we intend to abide by her decision."

Philip thought he had escaped his pyjama punishment spankings and early bedtimes but he was beginning to realise that his aunt would not give up her control over him easily.

An early bedtime and pyjama punishment regime imposed on Simon by strict aunty Beatrice

I thought you might like to read about the bedtime schedule I impose on my nephew Simon.  

He was in great danger of going off the rails and ruining his life before I became involved in his life and introduced him to an early bedtime and pyjama punishment. Now, at the age of seventeen, he goes to bed on school nights at 6.30. I collect him from school at 3.30 as if he was a toddler and as soon as we arrive home I supervise bath time and dress him in his pyjamas ready for bed. 

My neighbour Miss Fulbright, makes his pyjamas especially for him. She chooses the most ridiculously babyish patterned material of winceyette brushed cotton to make his pyjamas from and I can tell you that he absolutely hates wearing them, especially the footed jammies she makes for him. 

He looks so crestfallen each afternoon, as I button him into his little boy pyjama jacket and tug up his pyjama bottoms. Once he is safely dressed in his pyjamas he goes across my knee for his first bedtime spanking. I like to spank him as soon as he is in his pyjamas to remind him that he is just a little boy being punished. 

He then settles down to his homework until I call him for his supper at 5.30. At 6 o’clock he brushes his teeth and presents himself to me. It is then that I take him across my knee for his second bedtime spanking. After his spanking, I sit him up and he receives a cuddle from aunty before I take him by the hand and lead him upstairs to tuck him into bed. 

His bedtime is set at no later than 6.30 but usually, it is about 6.20 when I tuck him in and kiss him night-night.

The bedroom is strictly functional. There are no electronic distractions, just a child's two foot six wide bed and a chair that I sit in to read him a bedtime story. His curtains are made from blackout material and ensure no daylight can penetrate once they are fully drawn. This is particularly helpful during the lighter nights as Simon is reluctant to go to beddy-byes when there is still daylight for many hours. 

I use a nightlight to read to him but once this is turned off, his bedroom is left in total darkness to help induce a long, healthy nights sleep.

On Friday night his routine is exactly the same, he is bathed and dressed in his pyjamas at his usual time. I did experiment with letting him stay up until 7 o’clock, but since he was so used to his earlier bedtime he became tired and irritable so I reverted to his normal weekday bedtime. 

On Saturday I like him to be ready for bed by 3 pm for a 5 o’clock bedtime. Miss Fulbright and her sister come for afternoon tea at 4 o'clock each Saturday and they enjoy seeing Simon dressed in his babyish pyjamas since after all, she is the one who has kindly sewed them for him. 

Last Saturday for some reason, Simon, despite a telling off, had a tantrum and absolutely refused my attempts to get him ready for beddy-byes dressed in a lovely pair of lemon-coloured bunny rabbit pyjamas made from the softest winceyette material you could imagine. I desperately wanted him to wear them especially to greet the Fulbright's as they love to sit him upon their laps and cuddle him admiring his jim-jams.

Sadly, instead, he ended up in tears across my knee. He was still sobbing when the Misses Fulbright arrived and I am afraid I had no choice other than to make him crawl upstairs like a fractious toddler might and put him to straight to bed well before 4 pm. 

It was such a shame as he looked so sweet in his bunny jim-jams and the Fulbright's were obviously disappointed at having to wave him off to bed so early. 

I have promised to take him around to their house one afternoon to visit for tea when I will take several pairs of his jim-jams that he can model to make up the disappointment to them. 

On Sundays, I prefer him to be wearing his pyjamas by noon. He is bathed and pyjamaed as soon as we return home from church and I like him to be in safely tucked up in bed for 4 pm ready for school on Monday. 

If anyone has some ideas as to how I can develop his bedtime regime I would appreciate any advice. 

Alternatively, some may think I being too harsh on Simon and maybe I should be more lenient with Simon’s early bedtimes and pyjama punishment?

Please let me know.


Summation of Simon's pyjama and early bedtime regime

Monday-Friday

Pyjamas on by 4 pm, first over the knee spanking 4.05 second over the knee spanking 6.05 bedtime by 6.30 pm

Saturday

Pyjamas on by 3 pm first over the knee spanking 3.05 second over the knee spanking 4.45 bedtime by 5 pm

Sunday

Pyjamas on by Noon first over the knee spanking 12.05 second over the knee spanking 3.45 bedtime by 4 pm

Yours truly

Beatrice Halewood.

Frillykins frilly pink pyjamas