I was minding my own business working in the garden, and hanging out washing,
when I overheard Aunty and Mrs Jacobson discussing my pyjamaring for the long,
Bank Holiday weekend. Aunty was proposing dressing me in a pair of floral
winceyette pyjamas for Sunday bedtime but Mrs Jacobson wanted to put me to bed
in the pyjamas she had dressed me in for my gardening duties. I was outraged
and strode over to them insisting that I was master of my own destiny and that
I would choose my own pyjamas from now on as I was not their slave to be
dressed and ordered about as they saw fit. Of course it was a mistake. Within
seconds, I was put across both their laps in turn, for an immediate over the
knee spanking. I was then dressed in my floral pyjamas and placarded for
my impudence and left in no doubt that I was indeed "owned" by aunty
and Mrs Jacobson.
Love both pyjamas esp the sissy ones.
ReplyDeletePoor decision making leads to to two sets of red cheeks.
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