It was 7.30 pm and almost lights out in Dorm 'A'
With the flies of his pyjama trousers and the ends of the jacket sleeves sewn up tightly after the ‘incident’, Tradman was unable to play with his ‘old man’ after lights out – instead he was forced to lay awake and listen to the sound of vigorously flapping winceyette emanating from beneath the crisply starched sheets of his dorm bedfellows: Speccy Sanderson, Fatty Forster and ‘Lofty’ Middleton.
Tradman was fully aware that Jeff was the cad who’d grassed him up to Matron.
He knew that it was Jeff who had made a last minute visit to the ‘Bogs’ and had discovered himself and Lofty together in their pyjamas engaged in an intimate moment and then gone to Matron’s office and informed her that he was sure that ‘Rotter Tradman’ was contravening her new ruling concerning the ban on the chaps ‘pleasuring themselves’ in their pyjamas.
Tradman remembered all too clearly the pain and humiliation as Matron had hauled him over her knee in the middle of his dorm and delivered a blistering spanking in his pyjamas as an example to the other chaps. He remembered his pyjama trousers flapping as his legs kicked wildly as he tried to escape Matron’s clutches but to no avail.
He remembered the sound of his pyjama jacket ripping at the ferocity of her grip on his collar and the pain as she increased the tempo of her stinging slaps. Now that bounder Jeff was about to reap the reward for his unsporting, sneaky behaviour.
Matron, followed by the demure Miss Ashbourne crashed through the door of Dorm ‘B’ just as Jeff’s own after-hours noisy pyjama fumbling were concluding. He quickly pretended to be asleep and pondered on what on earth was happening.
‘Open Jeff’s bedside cabinet would you please, Miss Ashbourne. Ah, just as I expected –here are my two missing winceyette nighties and my ahem, underwear.’
Jeff looked perplexed as Matron questioned him.
‘How do you explain yourself, Jeff? - I must say that I expected better from you. Not only is this theft but also very strange behaviour, do you want to wear my nighties and underwear?'
'N..no.. Matron I...'
She held up her hand to silence him.
‘Well I think a lesson is to be learnt here, please get up immediately and stand at the end of your bed’. In fact, the rest of you can get up and stand smartly at the end of your beds.’
John, PP and ‘Tiny’ Blair shuffled sheepishly in their pyjamas and stood to attention.
With absolutely no idea as to what was going on, Jeff threw back the heavy bedclothes and shuffled to the end of his bed in his overlarge black and white striped pyjamas that he had borrowed from John and stood nervously at attention facing Matron, and for good reason.
‘What on earth is that you disgusting boy?’ as she pointed to the obvious wet stain spreading across the front of his regulation striped pyjama jacket –
‘I thought I had made myself very clear when I said No more bedtime shenanigans’
‘Bu–b-but ‘…..Jeff began to plead his innocence but his protestations were cut short by a sharp slap across his bottom.
‘Enough lies thank you Jeff – Miss Ashbourne, would you remove Jeff’s soiled pyjamas.’
Not wishing to spoil her feather-trimmed silk nightie with Jeff’s nighttime emissions, Miss Ashbourne stood behind him and reached round to unfasten the pyjama buttons. Her attempts to undo the trouser cord coupled with the sensation of her heavy bosom brushing against the back of his pyjamas caused him to catch his breath in excitement before his pyjamas finally lay in a crumpled pile around his ankles.
‘Now, as you clearly wish to dress as the fairer sex, I shan’t be the one to deny you this experience.’
Shaking out a pair of the oft-washed regulation knickers that had been secreted in Jeff’s draw, Matron held them out at arm’s length. ‘Please come here and we will begin your ‘Nightifying’
Jeff had experienced several ‘pyjamarings’ from Matron in the past but this was a new level of humiliation that was unfamiliar but one which he began to find arousing.
He stepped into the huge flannelette navy knickers which were pulled up in a flash with the elastic gripping loosely above his navel and the crotch hanging at mid-thigh. His manhood straining at the heavy cotton produced a noticeable bulge that helped to keep them from falling down.
The chaps standing in their pyjamas began to snigger and wink knowingly to each other at the sight in front of them
‘Hold your arms up and I’ll pop this cosy winceyette nightgown on you in a jiffy.’
Matron’s voluminous starched nightie decorated with tiny rosebuds fell heavily down to the waxed wooden floorboards, its journey only briefly impeded by Jeff’s burgeoning excitement. Folds of material now nestled around his feet with the long sleeves hiding his hands.
Matron flattened out the large lace-frilled collar and buttoned up the pearl buttons to the neck. Next, the buttons at the cuffs were fastened, producing a pleasing blouson effect in the overlong sleeves.
Now, into the bed with you Jeff – or should we perhaps call you ‘Sissykins?’
This produced a chorus of guffawing from the other chaps still standing to attention in their pyjamas.
As Jeff stumbled across the floorboards towards his bed with the folds of the overlong nightie trailing behind him, Matron removed the cord from the damp pyjama trousers. As he lay still on the creaking metal bed, swamped in folds of cool heavy cotton, Matron quickly gathered a handful of material and began to tie the end of the nightie as if it were a sack of potatoes.
‘There! That will ensure that you remain in bed until morning and I shall send in Miss Ashbourne first thing in order to check for any stains. I think a week of wearing my nighties will teach you the error of your ways.’
On the other side of the wall, Tradman smirked with satisfaction as he listened to the drama in Dorm B unfold – what a master plan it was to conceal Matron’s nighties and underwear in Jeff’s cupboard, he would definitely think twice before ‘dobbing him in it’ next time!
