Pyjama trouble in the dormitory

Matron swept into the dorm, her pink quilted dressing gown fully buttoned but revealing six inches of her pink floral winceyette nightgown, the frilled hem of which nestled on her fur trimmed red slippers.

"Pyjama inspection boys, stand at the bottom of your beds, come along quickly.!"

Three bleary-eyed boys stumbled out of their beds, two of them clad in school regulation stripey pyjamas, the third trying comically to conceal his nakedness.

Matron glowered at John as he cast his head downwards and cupped his hands to conceal his embarrassment.

Surprisingly she then chose to ignore him and turned to face the other two boys.

"Well done Jeff, pyjama jacket tucked into your pyjama bottoms and top button fastened, excellent, back into bed with you."

Next up for inspection was PP. " Can you explain to me why your pyjama jacket is hanging loose outside your pyjama bottoms boy?" She tugged at the hem of his pyjama jacket to emphasise her point. "Not up to anything untoward I trust?"

PP swallowed deeply, "N..n..no matron, honestly, I have just visited the bathroom and must have forgotten to tuck myself back in properly."

Matron stared into his face, looking for tell-tale signs of mendaciousness.

"Hmm... well, don't just stand there, get yourself tucked in and get back to bed."

Relief swept through PP and he quickly adjusted his pyjamas and hopped back into bed where he could enjoy the show.

Matron turned to face John who by now was shivering as the coldness of the dormitory floor penetrated his bare feet.

"Look at me boy," she commanded, "hands on head."
John's head slowly rose, then he hesitated slightly before conforming fully to her instructions.

"Where are your pyjamas, John?" She enquired.
"Under my pillow matron," he answered nervously.

"May I ask why they are under your pillow instead of adorning your diminutive body."

Her eyes lowered as she spoke and PP blushed deeply.

"I..I.. don't know matron," he stammered.

"Well get them on now, at once boy," her voice rising as she spoke.

She watched him intently as his fingers fumbled buttoning up his red striped pyjama jacket and as he struggled to put his feet in his pyjama bottoms. His hands shook as he knotted the pyjama cord and he finally stood successfully pyjama clad facing matron.

"Right into bed with you John. You will report to my study after lessons tomorrow wearing correctly adjusted pyjamas and your slippers and I look forward to hearing your explanation as to why you were not wearing your pyjamas this evening before you are punished, Do you understand?"

John gripped the blanket under his chin with both hands as he whispered a timid, "yes matron."

Matron headed for the exit, her quilted dressing gown billowing slightly revealing more of her nightie.

"Good night boys, and straight to sleep!"

The three boys chorused, "good night matron," in reply as the light was extinguished and two boys snuggled smugly down.

The third, however, shivered slightly even the heavy winceyette material of his recently adorned pyjamas could not warm him, his feet were still chilled. He sneezed.

"Hope you haven't caught a cold John? Ventured PP.

Jeff laughed. "Well, he's certainly going to catch something from matron tomorrow!"