Wearing Cynthia Buckfasts floral pyjamas in the garden

You may remember that Mrs Buckfast had given aunty a selection of her daughter's old nightwear last week, that she said would "do for me". Aunty and Mrs Jacobson decided I should wear this particular pair of pyjamas yesterday evening, to show my gratitude, as Mrs Buckfast was joining them for an afternoon sherry. Of course, I was the one designated to serve the sherry. Aunty buttoned up the top button on my pyjamas and told me how smart I looked. Grumpily I replied that I felt ridiculous and anyway, the pyjamas didn't fit. Aunty leant across and smacked my bottom twice very hard for being an "ungrateful little boy". When Mrs Buckfast appeared I was still sobbing and to make matters worse, Cynthia Buckfast was with her as well. She is a school mistress at a boarding school up north and was visiting her mother during the holidays.  "Well, well," she said as she saw me." I haven't seen those jimjams of mine for a long time, they certainly suit you. Come here and let me see better." Nervously I edged toward her and as  I drew close she reached out and grabbed my arm. In a flash, I was over her knee and receiving a spanking on my pyjama bottoms. "This is how I punish the boys at school, she bragged to her mother, Aunty and Mrs Jacobson. "See how his little legs are beginning to thrash around as the spanking intensifies."
Soon I was howling and begging her to stop, "I must say the ten-year-olds in my dormitory don't squeal so much when I give them a pyjama spanking. Perhaps he needs an early bedtime to calm him down." Aunty readily agreed and I was led tearfully to bed by Mrs Jacobson at 4 pm.

Mrs Buckfast gave aunty a selection of her daughter's old nightwear last week, that she said would "do for me". Aunty and Mrs Jacobson decided I should wear this particular pair of pyjamas yesterday evening as Mrs Buckfast was joining them for an afternoon sherry. Of course, I was the one designated to serve the sherry. Aunty buttoned up the top button on my pyjamas and told me how smart I looked. Grumpily I replied that I felt ridiculous and anyway the pyjamas didn't fit. Aunty leant across and smacked my bottom twice very hard for being an "ungrateful little boy". When Mrs Buckfast appeared I was still sobbing and to make matters worse, Cynthia Buckfast was with her as well. She is a school mistress at a boarding school up north and was visiting her mother during the holidays.  "Well, well," she said as she saw me."I haven't seen those jimjams of mine for a long time, they certainly suit you. Come here and let me see better." Nervously I edged toward her and as  I drew close she reached out and grabbed my arm. In a flash, I was over her knee and receiving a spanking on my pyjama bottoms. "This is how I punish the boys at school, she bragged to her mother, Aunty and Mrs Jacobson. "See how his little legs are beginning to thrash around as the spanking intensifies."
Soon I was howling and begging her to stop, "I must say the ten-year-olds in my dormitory don't squeal so much when I give them a pyjama spanking. Perhaps he needs an early bedtime to calm him down." Aunty readily agreed and I was led tearfully to bed by Mrs Jacobson at 4 pm.