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.