Miss Jacobson Returns

Miss Jacobson has returned after yet another shopping trip. She descended on me just as I had finished showering and I actually opened the door wrapped only in a towel. She swept in and greeted me with instructions that I was to be ready for bed in twenty minutes.  I calmly explained the fact it was my office Christmas party night and that I would not be home until very late, possibly not before 10 pm. Miss Jacobson said nothing as she removed her jacket and made to sit down. As she did so she grabbed the corner of the towel and spun me around as if I were a spinning top. I whirled and landed naked across her lap, neatly in place for a smacked bottom. Minutes later, I was standing painfully in the corner nursing my burning backside and listening to Miss Jacobson explaining over the phone to my manager Miss Gregory that I was unable to attend that evening because I had been a naughty boy and was being put to bed early with a sore bottom. I was mortified, but Miss Jacobson ignored my protests and soon had me dressed in my floral winceyette pyjamas, pink slippers and quilted dressing gown. Later, when I was tucked up in bed, I wondered how I would explain myself to Miss Gregory in the morning.

An Unexpected Nightie Punishment

On Friday, Miss Jacobson had been shopping in town. She turned up completely unannounced at my flat claiming it was too late to travel back home and that she had decided to spend the night. It was just after seven o'clock when she arrived and I was immediately upbraided for not being ready for bed at such a late hour. It was lucky she said, that she had bought me a new nightie that was intended for Christmas Eve, however, it would be ideal for me to wear as a punishment nightie for being up so late. I was aghast to find myself being dressed in a full-length red floral, winceyette nightdress that buttoned up to neck with a Peter Pan collar. For her amusement she made me wear my Santa hat as I stood in the naughty corner after being spanked I was put to bed before eight o'clock with a warning that she would inform aunty of my misbehaviour and that I could expect an eventful time when I am visiting over Christmas.

The Case of the Pyjamaring Landladies. Holmes faces his most terrible adversary since Moriarty

"For Gods sake Watson, help me barricade this door. Mrs Hudson is on her way up with pyjamas for you too. I have been pyjamaed for the last three weeks, her and her fellow landladies are determined to administer pyjamarings to all of their male tenants You are the only one left, help me or you will soon be dressed in striped pyjamas permanently!"

Holmes and Watson will now be confined to their rooms permanently attired in striped winceyette pyjamas and tartan slippers. Gas light out at by 8 o'clock each night.