Is mummy putting her little boy to bed? Perhaps not.

Philip Treadwell stood with his hands on his head alongside the clothes airer, thereon draped with his striped, winceyette pyjamas. His bottom bore the bright red glow of his over the knee slippering administered not five minutes earlier by Mrs Treadwell

"Keep those hands on your head unless you want to go back across my knee." She threatened as he went to soothe his sore bottom. Philip stood uncomfortably with his hands on his head for another ten minutes, his arms began to ache as they ignored him as they chatted and drank their tea.

"Right, come here and let's get you into your pyjamas and off to beddy-byes, it's already after six o'clock, ten minutes after your bedtime," Mrs Treadwell urged. Philip stood facing the three women, shamefully parading his nakedness as Mrs Treadwell slipped his arms into the red striped pyjama top and, starting from the bottom, slowly buttoned him into the jacket.

Miss Alexander stared at him, "you really are a naughty little boy," she giggled, emphasising the "little, no wonder you have such an early bedtime, little boys such as you are not allowed to stay up with the grown ups are they?" Philip knew he was expected to answer, "n..n..no Aunty," he replied nervously.

The three females all laughed at his reply, not with him of course but at him. Mrs Treadwell knelt on the floor and held the striped pyjama bottoms open for him to step into. He put his left foot in first and rested his hand on her shoulder to steady himself as he put his right foot into the pyjama bottoms.

Mrs Treadwell pulled them slowly up, he shivered as the soft winceyette material brushed against his groin and his willy winky quivered slightly as it was enveloped in winceyette. "Now now Philip, you know that sort of activity is forbidden. Do you want to be put back across my knee for another spanking?"

 "Sowwy mummy," he quickly replied shaking his head, using his "baby voice", to appease her.

Mrs Alexander tightly tied his pyjama cord trapping the hem of his pyjama jacket inside the bottoms. "There, all ready for beddy-byes, slippers on too," she ordered.

Placing his bunny slippers beside him, she watched as he shuffled his feet into the fuzzy, pale blue slippers. "Say night-night to Nana and Aunty," she urged taking his hand.

Philip blushed but did as he was told. The two women could not suppress their smiles as they proffered their cheeks for Philip to kiss.

"Night-night Nana, night-night Aunty," he whispered pathetically, feeling self conscious standing in front of the ladies, in his striped winceyette pyjamas and blue fuzzy slippers as if he was a little boy.

"Off we go, up the wooden hill to Bedfordshire." She led him to the foot of the stairs and paused. "Wave night-night Philip." She lifted his arm and waved it for him. The two women sitting on the sofa waved back, mimicking his arm movements, then laughed out loud.

His mother-in-law and sister-in-law always enjoyed watching Philip's wife put him to bed.