Pink Pyjamas for a Naughty Nephew? Perhaps not!

It was four o’clock on Saturday afternoon and I had just been given a bath by my aunt. This had entailed an intrusive interrogation with a soapy flannel of the most intimate parts of my body ending with a mouth soaping so intense that I gagged several times as aunty worked the flannel around my mouth.   

"Come along, you naughty little boy, I will teach you to tell lies to aunty." My crime had been to "forget" to tell aunty I had crept out of the house for five minutes to have a crafty cigarette when I was supposed to be busy polishing the cutlery. Unluckily for me, I had forgotten about Miss Masterton, the spinster who lived opposite. She had used her binoculars to spy on me and had telephoned aunty to inform her that there was a miscreant outside wearing pale blue little boy pyjamas and smoking a cigarette. Of course, I was even more naive when I foolishly denied my crime after aunty had confronted me. Sadly, Miss Masterton appeared in person to confirm my guilt I had no choice but to confess and so found myself being stripped out of my rocket ship pyjamas and unceremoniously deposited into a soapy bathtub.

Aunty dried me roughly and marched me naked downstairs. To my horror, Miss Masterton was still there, she smirked as I attempted to cover myself. Aunty slapped my hands aside. "Not only did you lie to me about smoking but you lied about sneaking out of the house too. Well my lad, perhaps you won't be so keen to be seen in public wearing these." It was only then that I noticed that in Miss Masterton's lap was a pair of pink floral winceyette pyjamas. 

Grinning like a Cheshire cat she held up the pyjama jacket. With aunty behind me ensuring my compliance Miss Masterton guided my arms into the soft, brushed cotton, frilly pyjama jacket and I was turned to face her as she buttoned me into it. The pyjama jacket had a ruffle neck that was fastened with two buttons at the very top. "No please," I begged pathetically. Miss Masterton and Aunty ignored my protests and merely continued adjusting the sleeves of the pyjama jacket that had elasticised cuffs.

"Step." Miss Masterton commanded as she held the pyjama bottoms at my feet. I put first one leg then the other into the pyjama bottoms. Miss Masterton slid the pyjamas up over my thighs and positioned them precisely on my waist. Using her hand she smoothed the brushed cotton material against my groin. I moaned slightly and she felt my excitement at her touch. Miss Masterton laughed and placed two fingers under my chin, raising my head and forcing me to stare into her face.

“Your nephew looks so sweet wearing his frilly pink floral pyjamas, I think I shall have to bring more pairs for him to wear." Her hand, masked from my aunt's view, continued to casually caress the brushed cotton of my pyjama bottoms in a manner that almost caused me to disgrace myself further.

"Please do," replied Aunty who inadvertently rescued me with the promise of a spanking. "He will be wearing frilly pink winceyette pyjamas for the foreseeable future so I will need plenty of pairs for him. Now, get over my lap, I’m going to deliver a smacked botty to you.”

I tried to protest but aunty only became angrier. She put me across her lap and moved me into her preferred position before removing her slipper and using it to administer an extremely painful spanking, so painful that I was reduced to tears and stood sobbing, ruefully rubbing my pyjamaed bottom as aunty informed me that my bedtime would immediately be changed from 7.30 and that my new regular bedtime would be 6.30. She then turned to Miss Masterton and asked her if she could think of additional punishments.

Miss Masterton paused for a moment before saying. "What if you were to bring him across to my house tomorrow at say 10 o'clock? He will be wearing his new pretty pink pyjamas, of course, we could get him to try on more of my pyjamas and I could pick a suitable pair for him to wear whilst he performed some household chores for me. You needn't stay. I would be  certain to bring him back in time for his new bedtime."

She smiled serenely as she spoke. "I may need to put him across my lap myself if his behaviour warrants, I trust that would be permissible?  Like you, I do so believe in maternal spanking's to persuade naughty boys to do as they are told"

Aunty enthusiastically agreed, adding that it was every females duty to regularly spank the males under their control. It was then decided to take tea outside and I was instructed to put on my quilted dressing gown and pink slippers.

The two ladies sat chatting in the pergola as I arrived with the tea tray and poured tea into the china tea-cups. One each for aunty and Miss Masterton. My plastic sippy cup containing warm milk stood incongruously alongside the silver teapot.

“Come here.” ordered my aunt as she unfolded the white towelling bib that also resided on the tray. My aunt positioned me with my back toward her and tied the humiliating baby bib around my neck. She took a sip of her own tea before pulling me onto her lap and presenting the sippy cup to my lips.

“There now, isn’t it better to be a good little boy and do as aunty says instead of getting smacked bottoms all the time?” I nodded compliantly as I swallowed my warm sleepy time milk, opposite I could see Miss Masterton smiling, obviously enjoying my embarrassing predicament.

Aunty snuggled me closer, tightening her grasp, she was almost nibbling my ear as she told me. “I think I will keep you dressed in Miss Masterton's, lovely soft winceyette pyjamas for a while yet until you learn to appreciate what a lucky boy you are to have such a loving aunt. What do you think Miss Masterton?”

“Oh yes, I think pink floral winceyette pyjamas are perfect garments for your nephew to wear, may I also suggest that along with his bib and sippy cup, you think about introducing him to night-time nappies and perhaps a baby’s bottle and also a dummy?” 

“What wonderful suggestions,” aunty replied.  Miss Masterton’s eyes had been fixed upon my face as she had made her suggestions and I realised to my horror that my aunt was going to let Miss Masterton have a big influence on my future.

My sippy cup emptied and aunty cradled me in her lap. As always happened after I finished my sleepy-time milk my eyes become heavy and I struggle to stay alert. 

“Never mind 6.30, 6 o’clock appears to be a more appropriate bedtime,” laughed aunty. “Let’s get you tucked into beddy-byes.” I drowsily kissed Miss Masterton night-night as aunty took my hand. Put straight to bed wearing my frilly, pink floral pyjamas with the looming prospect of nappies and baby dummies to look forward to, I wondered why I had ever married aunty.