My aunt was adamant that I should arrive early as she wanted me to attend her sewing club meeting. Unfortunately, work and getting caught in traffic because of the sunny weather, delayed my arrival until 1.15 pm.
Brandishing flowers hastily bought at a petrol station, I entered my aunts house. I was confronted by Miss Jacobson sitting primly on the sofa. “For me, ” She asked serenely, “I thought not,” she said, answering her own question.
"Flowers will not help your situation, your aunt is furious with you for being late, where have you been?"
Taken aback by her tone I became flustered. "I.. er, that is.. I tried to ring" I lied. She held her hand up and like a child I obediently stopped talking.
"Enough. Your aunt has gone to collect Mrs Gotobed and Miss Goodnight herself, a task she intended you to undertake, what do you have to say for yourself?" I stared at, then shuffled my feet.
"She never mentioned it." I mumbled, then rambled on again about the traffic. Miss Jacobson sighed as she listened as I dug myself a deeper and deeper hole. She amused herself by removing non-existent threads from her white cotton, long sleeved blouse.
She beckoned me toward her. "Your aunt has asked me to take care of you until she returns and I think the first thing you require is a smacked bottom."
Full of indignation, I became angry. "Absolutely not, I haven't done anything wrong apart from being late. In hindsight, it wasn't the best of arguments. Miss Jacobson stood up, towering as usual above me, she grabbed my chin and squeezed so hard that I thought my jaw would break.
"You silly little boy, do you really think you have a say in the matter? Well you don't. You don't decide if you are to be spanked, you don't decide when and what pyjamas you will wear and you don't decide your bedtime. Whilst you are here all your decisions are made for you. You're just a naughty little boy. Do you understand?"
She released her grip. "Yes Miss Jacobson," I whispered, my status well and truly established as she ordered me to stand still while she unfastened my suit trousers which immediately fell to the floor.
Miss Jacobson resumed her seat on the sofa. "Over you go." She commanded pointing to her lap
Once I was balanced across her lap, Miss Jacobson pushed back my underwear and proceed to spank me in her usual manner. Before she began, she made circular motions on my buttocks with the palm of her hand. Suddenly, she give me six rapid smacks on each buttock.
"One, two, three, four, five, six." She shouted as she delivered the initial spanking.
"One, two, three, four, five, six."
I was writhing around on her lap but her firm grip held me firm across her lap.
Again the caressing of her palms before......"One, two, three, four, five, six."
"One, two, three, four, five, six."
The tears flowed as my body arched and twisted in a futile attempt to escape her grasp.
As her hands once more again circled my burning bottom, I knew I could take no more.
"Please stop, I apologise for being late and I'm very sorry for being a naughty boy."
I was full of contempt for myself as I admitted my guilt but my only wish was for the spanking to cease.
Miss Jacobson released me from her formidable grasp and wrinkled her nose in disgust. "The second thing you require, judging by the odour pervading the room is a good wash. Come along, it's bath time for you."
It was true enough, my shirt was sticking to me, my bottom was on fire and a bath seemed very appealing. I went to pull up my trousers, "oh no," she said, "leave them around your ankles, you can waddle upstairs like a naughty little boy."
Sniffling, I trudged slowly and with difficulty up the stairs with Miss Jacobson cajoling me from behind.
I undressed in the bedroom I used at my aunts, I heard the sound of water cascading into the bathtub cease. "It's ready." With a towel wrapped around me I walked past Miss Jacobson at the door and into the bathroom. I heard the door and realised Miss Jacobson was behind me. She ripped away my towel and gave my sore bottom a quick spank.
"Ow! What are you doing? Get out," I shouted, attempting to cover myself with my hands. Miss Jacobson was smiling and tying on a bibbed plastic apron.
"Come along, in you get." She twisted my ear lobe, stepping me into the water. Kneeling alongside she lathered up the flannel. For the next five minutes I was subjected to a thorough and intimate wash. As much as I remonstrated she continued to clean every orifice and crevice on my body.
"Oh stop fussing, there's nothing to complain about, " she said as she none to gently inserted a flannel between my buttocks.
"Look at this, you dirty boy. Judging by this, you need to be put back into nappies." Miss Jacobson thrust the stained flannel under my nose and I blushed, looking away to avert my eyes from the evidence of my tardiness as I stepped out of the bath.
Miss Jacobson wrapped a towel around me and ushered me out of the bathroom. "Right, let's get you dried and into some lovely cosy jim-jams all ready for beddy-byes before your aunt returns."
"But it's too early for pyjamas. "I howled childishly.
"Do you want another spanking?" I shook my head.
"Your aunt asked me to have you wearing pyjamas by the time she returns and I for one do not intend to let her down, unlike some." She added pointedly.
"But I don't want to put jim-jams on yet, I'm a grown up."
I only realised how childish I sounded when Miss Jacobson slapped my legs.
"A grown up? Don't be silly, you don't even know how to wipe your bottom properly. No you are and will always be a naughty little boy. And little boys like you have to put their jimmy-jams on after their bath, you don't get to decide, understand?"
Instead of asserting myself, all I could do was utter a very feeble, "yes Miss Jacobson."
"You will learn that it's never too early for you to be dressed in pyjamas and the sooner you realise that the better." Miss Jacobson then began to dry between my legs and unfortunately I began to rise to the occasion, enjoying the attention.
"Oh my, it appears someone needs their pyjamas on very quickly to hide this little problem," laughed Miss Jacobson. Then, to my utter horror, she grabbed my prominence in her hand and towed me to my bedroom. I blushed furiously as she made me stand to attention with my hands on my head, my short lived excitement rapidly diminishing.
She rummaged through my pyjama drawer. "Yes, these will do nicely," she exclaimed, brandishing triumphantly a pair of brown, paisley patterned Marks & Spencer winceyette pyjamas. My heart sank, I hated those pyjamas.
Miss Jacobson held the pyjama bottoms open for me to step into. Quickly, she tied the pyjama cord so tightly that I gasped for breath.
"Oh stop whinging on, you don't want your pyjama bottoms falling down do you?" She teased as she offered up the sleeves of the pyjama jacket for me to slide my arms into. She was obviously enjoying my discomfort as she slowly buttoned up the jacket.
"There, that's better." She announced as she fastened the top button of my pyjamas. "A little boy wearing his little boy pyjamas Now, put on your slippers and we'll get you back downstairs."
We arrived just as aunty and her book club members returned. "Well, well," said my aunt. "I see you have turned up at last." She held up her hand to silence me as I began to speak.
"I don't want to hear any of your feeble excuses, I can see Miss Jacobson has been taking good care of you. I am very pleased to see you dressed in your pyjamas ready for bed." She then addressed Miss Jacobson. "Any tardiness in my nephews behaviour?"
Miss Jacobson looked at me and then back to aunty. "I had to put him across my knee for a deserved spanking then he received a good scrubbing in the bathtub. I am afraid his personal hygiene is not all it should be so we may need to resort to nappies before long. Then I put him into those lovely jimmy jams I found in his pyjamas drawer, doesn't he look very spankable wearing them?"
Mrs Gotobed, upon seeing my paisley pyjamas caressed my bottom. "What lovely pyjamas you're wearing. I for one wouldn't mind spanking this naughty botty before the little boy's bedtime." She said, giggling the whole time.
Miss Goodnight joined in. "What time is his bedtime? I want to lower his jammies bottoms and put him over my knee too." Aunty looked at the clock on the mantelpiece.
"Let me see, it is 4 pm now, by the time he prepares and serves our afternoon tea and washes up it will be 5 pm, shall we say 30 minutes of corner time, so beddy-byes by about 5.30?"
The ladies universally agreed that 5.30 was an ideal time for me to go to bed. Miss Arbuthnot then put in her two penny worth. "I have a little idea, why don't I pin a little sign onto the back of his pyjama jacket inviting anyone who feels the need to give him a spanking to do so?" Aunty clapped her hands in delight. "A marvellous idea Miss Arbuthnot. My naughty nephew should have plenty of spankings before bedtime."
Aunty sat down and patted her lap, "Come here," aunty sat me on her knee and putting her arm around my shoulder she asked. "Have you thanked Miss Jacobson for looking after you so well? She is an ideal babysitter for you, isn't she?"
I shook my head, meaning I didn't think she should baby-sit me but aunty exclaimed, "well I definitely think you should thank her." Aunty drew me closer and whispered to me. "No aunty please, I don't want to." Aunty put me off her lap and ushered me toward Miss Jacobson who was now sitting on the sofa chatting to Mrs Gotobed.
Then, as aunty had instructed, I approached Miss Jacobson
"Thank you for looking after me so well by bathing me and choosing these lovely pyjamas for me to wear."
I put my arms around her and gave her a hug and kissed her cheek. Everyone laughed at my pathetic antics and I scurried off shamefaced to prepare the afternoon tea.
