Philip learns all about pyjama and early bedtimes across Mrs Ketterleys knee.

Punished in Pink Pyjamas by Aunty and Mrs Jacobson

I was minding my own business working in the garden, and hanging out washing, when I overheard Aunty and Mrs Jacobson discussing my pyjamaring for the long, Bank Holiday weekend. Aunty  was proposing dressing me in a pair of floral winceyette pyjamas for Sunday bedtime but Mrs Jacobson wanted to put me to bed in the pyjamas she had dressed me in for my gardening duties. I was outraged and strode over to them insisting that I was master of my own destiny and that I would choose my own pyjamas from now on as I was not their slave to be dressed and ordered about as they saw fit. Of course it was a mistake. Within seconds, I was put across both their laps in turn, for an immediate over the knee spanking.  I was then dressed in my floral pyjamas and placarded for my impudence and left in no doubt that I was indeed "owned" by aunty and Mrs Jacobson.

Here is a picture that illustrates a marvellous new story on moggs blog about a boys missed pyjama time and subsequent otk spanking. Don't miss it!

Richard, sitting beside Aunty Amelia wearing the pyjamas she dressed him in after his spanking. Aunty Amelia has just embarrassed  Richard once again by sitting him on her lap and giving him his, "goodnight cuddle". Richards looks nervously around at the roomful of ladies and wonders who else will decide a goodnight cuddle is appropriate?

Striped Punishment Pyjamas

Aunty made me wear another pair of the pyjamas Mrs Buckfast had bought round for me to wear. A green striped pair. Aunty says I have to wear them to Mrs Jacobson's barbeque tomorrow. I am not looking forward to that one bit.

Babysitters for Luc And Jordan

 Julianne isn’t just my second wife, she’s also now the boss of my own company.

 I was the manager and I took her on as my assistant, I had fallen suddendly in love. I have to explain she  is very beautiful. At first she was distant. I tried to get her interested in me and once took it too far that  once she slapped me. She was very professional, sitting in my office, opposite me.

Then one morning she was sitting in my chair. For  a couple of weeks we effectively swapped roles before she sent me out in order to supervise the other office staff. Saying, "they need to be motivated and I am the creative one so you can supervise them."

So my office became her office and I was the one to  bring her coffee. I was so captivated by her charm and her presence I was reluctant to reassert myself as the manager. I was becoming addicted to Julianne… as I am to this day.

In the eyes of  the employees, she was the actual boss. I had been supplanted. Eventually, once she controlled the whole company entirely, she agreed to marry me and, at work, I effectively  became a mere member of staff.

After he left school, my son became a junior office assistant to my wife.  Julianne didn’t conceal  the fact that Jordan and myself were now strictly disciplined by her. We had become a laughing stock to the rest of the staff.

 I tried for a while to conceal the fact that Jordan and I now had a regular, compulsory early bedtime, but Julianne began to to have her mother collect us from the office at three thirty every afternoon

She would kiss us both on the cheeks as we walked through the secretary's office and say,"night-night little ones. Mother, make sure they are put straight into their pyjamas and are tucked up in bed by four thirty." To add to our humiliation, we had to say night-night to the girls in the office too.

They would giggle and laugh out loud as they sarcastically waved us "night-night"

One day, after lunch, my wife  asked me to assembled the  office girls. Jordan and I stood beside Julianne wondering what was going on. To our total embarrassment and shock, she asked who would volunteer to put me and Jordan to beddy-byes after work, and babysit us until about seven thirty, as her mother was unavailable. I blushed severely and could only stare at the floor while Jordan was as white as a sheet.

Katrina and Lillian, two of the secretaries, slowly put their hands up and offered to put us to bed. Julianne said we would all leave the office at three pm so that her mother  could show the girls what to do before she went out, " since she’s used to getting the boys ready for bed."

The rest of the afternoon was very embarrassing for my son and myself. The employees were sniggered and giggling. Looking especially at me,their former boss.

I was relieved when three pm arrived. As usual, Julianne kissed us nighty-night before we left. She threatened us with a harsh punishment if we were not obedient and she advised our new babysitters to be strict with us.

"A firm spanking across a pyjama clad bottom is a  good way to make them docile and quiet." She advised, as we trooped miserably out of the office.

 We left being mocked with  shouts of, "Nite-nite babies. Sweet dreams." 

And  Katrina and Lillian were even told, "Don’t forget to get the babies windy-woos up before sleepy-byes!"

We arrived home at five minutes past three.  Maryse was already dressed for going out. After the introductions, she sent us to undress in our children’s bedroom and to get ready for our bath. Lillian had to run a bath and to wash us. Katrina helped prepare our "supper" which consisted of jars of baby food and baby bottles of milk with honey.

Lillian and the bath were waiting for us. She soaped and washed us vigorously, then rinsed us. As we were getting out of the bath, she smacked our wet bottoms. It was supposed to be because we were not getting dry quickly enough, but I think it was just that she enjoyed hearing the wet slaps on our  bare buttocks.

She said as she scolded. "I  suppose, that  as  naughty little boys  you two are often spanked? "

She continued to slap my bottom as she spoke.

"Some…sometimes … ouch… but only when… ouch… when I have been … ouch… been  disobedient or … ouch… or when Julianne or her mother … ouch ……are angry with me… ouch … er…Lillian, please … ouch… please stop spanking me… ouch … it hurts … ouch…"

 My mother-in-law, hearing my squeals of pain, joined us  and laughing asked.

"Oh, what sort of mischief did my disobedient son-in-law do to earn a smacked botty?“

 I protested that I had done nothing wrong. and that I didn’t deserve to be punished. Maryse corrected me straight away.

 "You don't decide  whether your  punishment is deserved or not little boy. If your babysitter spanks you, you don't have to be told why you are being spanked. She has the right to punish you in any way she sees fit."

Blushing, my face faced the floor as I replied. "Ye…yes,  mummy-in law you…you’re right…er… I’m very sorry."

However my apology wasn't good enough for Maryse.

" You have also to apologize to your babysitter little boy, and to show respect call her Miss Lillian"

 I mumbled, "Oh yes, of course… er … sorry Miss Lillian."

 Lillian smiled as she slapped my buttocks, two more times.  She turned to my mother-in-law and said.

 "You know, I think this naughty little boy should wear a lovely long pink nightie to beddy-byes, just to prove that he has no control over what he wears to beddy-byes any longer." My mother-in-law grinned. "Of course, an excellent idea. I have just such a one here.

Even though the weather was very warm, Lillian dressed me in a long, brushed cotton, floral, pink nightie that buttoned at the back of the neck. There was frilly lace sewn around the neckline and it tickled my throat.

"Please Miss Lillian, could you unfasten the buttons so my nightie doesn’t irritate my neck?"

She looked at me with distain and slapped my cheek. "How dare you ask such a thing. of course your nightie must remain fully buttoned, how else are you to be warm and cosy in beddy-byes."

I risked another slap. "But Miss Lillian, it is very warm I really don't think…"

Slap! "How dare you answer me back, you will be punished for your disobedience."

 I fell silent and wore my  warm, long pink nightie with a heavy heart and watched as Katrina attended to Jordan's night attire. he looked close to tears as Katrina picked out a pair of girls, white, brushed nylon pyjamas for him to wear. They too would be very warm to wear in bed on such a warm day.

Katrina buttoned up the pyjama top. It had a mandarin type collar and a bow fastening at the neck. She took great care in ensuring the bow was tied neatly and that the ruffles on the sleeve cuffs were neatly positioned on his wrists. "Don't you look pretty," She teased as she stepped him into the pyjama bottoms.

Then to add to our humiliation my mother-in-law appeared with two  white  frilly nightcaps which the girls placed delightedly on our heads.

Maryse told us how sweet we both looked, all ready for beddy-byes in our female nightclothes and it was such a shame that she had to leave now.

So now Jordan and I were left in the hands of our babysitters, Miss Lillian and Miss Katrina as we had to call them. It was only recently when they both had to address me as Sir.

Katrina and Lillian were discussing together and looking in various drawer's in the kitchen until Lillian exclaimed, "yes! here they are."

We were led out onto the patio  and sat down at the table on the terrace which was overlooked by two of our neighbours' houses. Jordan and I became quite nervous sitting there,  warm in our cosy nightwear and night bonnets.

 "Right you two, this is what is going to happen." Lillian began forcefully. As she spoke, Katrina came  up behind Jordan and me and fastened two, white towelling baby bibs around our necks. I began to protest. "Now just a minute we…."

Lillian held up her hand, "silence! You will do as you are told. We will feed you your jars of baby food and your baby bottles of milk like the infants you are. Then you will head off straight to beddy-byes without a murmur. If you’re tucked cosily under your blankets early enough, Katrina will read you a bedtime story, but sleepy-byes and lights out by four thirty at the latest. Understood?

I ventured to speak. "Please Miss Lillian and Miss Katrina, we will both do as you say, but perhaps it’s not correct to sit on the terrace with…er… with only nighties  and pyjamas on…. and girls' ones at that."

Lillian looked angry. “What have I just said? Now be quiet and obey unless you want to go across my lap out here? We are aware that your neighbours know you have a regular babyish bedtime. Maryse told us they have seen you both before in pyjamas and nighties. One of them even spanked you across your jimjams, you surely can’t have forgotten that?"  She asked sneeringly.

I muttered, blushing. “Yes, you’re right…I…I’m stupid…fancy forgetting, we will just sit here on the terrace."

Lillian and Katrina sat down and spoon fed us our jars of baby food. Then they gave us our baby bottles of milk to drink ourselves whilst hey ate their own meals. to eat with us. They had tea with cake and ice-cream instead of jars of vegetables and apple puree.

Our two babysitters had fun seeing us sitting down with only our nightclothes on and the bibs they had tied round our necks, eating baby food and sucking on baby bottles.

They teased us as hey ate. Lillian said, "Oh  you look so pretty ready for nighty-night in your long cosy nightie Sir."

 Katrina added ,but baby Jordan's pretty pair of pyjamas suit him too. Perhaps these little boys should wear their nightclothes to the office so all the girls can see how sweet and babyish they look dressed ready foe beddy-byes."

Lillian laughed excitedly and clapped her hands.

"I agree… and I feel that seeing our former boss ready for bed in the afternoon, wearing a female nightie with a bib on eating jars of baby food and to drinking milk from baby bottles, is very amusing show."

Katrina too laughed, "and don’t forget their nightcaps!"

We were almost finished our baby bottles when to my dismay I heard our neighbour Ingrid shouting to us across the fence.

"Hello!... Oh, I see you have to go to beddies even earlier then usual. Are you being punished again? What kind of mischief have you been up to?"

Although Lillian and Katrina did not know our neighbours, they knew how to embarrass me.

"Go along, explain to the nice lady what you are doing out here wearing your lovely nightie." Katrina urged me.

"Mrs Tartare, hello… er…yes, we … we have to go to bed now but not really as a punishment. My mother-in-law can’t put us to bed this evening …er… this afternoon, so my wife asked two of our secretaries to baby-sit for us and put us to beddy-byes." I blushed horribly as I stuttered my way through the explanation.

"Ah, your secretaries are also your babysitters, are they?" Katrina and Lillian introduced themselves to Ingrid and told her they had to tuck us into beddies straight away and read us a  bed time story before sleepy-byes.

Ingrid said she appreciated we had a strict bedtime, but she had heavy shopping in her car and she wondered if  Jordan or I could help carry it indoors for her.

Lillian said that I could not help as I was about to be punished for answering back earlier, but they would allow Jordan to help her if he was quick.

Jordan began to tear up, saying how could he go onto the street wearing girls pyjamas and a night cap.  Ingrid laughed. "Don’t be silly, it isn’t unusual to be in pyjamas when ready for beddy-byes, is it?"

When he came back minutes later, he walked clumsily on a pair of pink mules with high heels. Ingrid held his hand and he was holding and licking a lollipop with the other.

"Ladies here is one of your baby boys safely returned. I rewarded him with this lollipop for his help... Oh, and I lent these mules to him since the poor boy was barefoot…Now, you can put him and his daddy to beddy-byes… er… Didn‘t you  say Luc was to be punished before tucking him in? I would  like to volunteer to spank him. after all I have done it before." 

Lillian said that it was a great idea and Ingrid could certainly spank me. Then Katrina  told her that I had cried like a baby when Lillian had spanked me at bath time.

Ingrid laughed at me. "Oooh, my poor, poor baby…  I will remind you what a real spanking is like shall I?"

I was afraid now, as I remembered how much her previous spanking hurt. She suddenly grabbed me, and positioned me over the table and raised my nightgown. A hail of vigorous slaps on my naked buttocks cascaded down.

"Ouch ! Ouch ! Ouch ! That’s … ouch… unfair ! Ouch! Ouch!"

 I couldn’t help moaning, crying and pleading with Ingrid to stop spanking me so severely.

 "Shut up! I’m only showing you and your babysitters what a real spanking for a little baby boy like you is like!"

She finally stopped, saying, "corner time, now! "

Still in tears I sobbed. "But…sob… but …  the…sob…there…sob…out…outdoor…sob…on the terrace… ?"

She grabbed me once more and slapped my face. "Kneel and face the wall at once. Put your hands on top of your nightcap!"

Katrina stepped forward and said. "Well done Mrs Tartare, we now know how to administer severe spanking. Here babykins have this to soothe you, ha-ha!"

Katrina shoved a pink baby's dummy in my mouth. "Don't you dare take that out or else it's over my knee with you."

 Of course, I obeyed immediately, sucking on my dummy  but sobbing bitterly. My son, still licking his lollipop, suggested  he should get into bed without delay. Lillian told him, "only after you've been punished too!"

Turning talk into action, she put him across her knee and smacked his bottom through his pyjamas before making him kneel,  hands on his head and in tears besides me also with a dummy in his mouth.

Corner time lasted  10 minutes before we were allowed to go to bed. Katrina sent us off to the bathroom. My bottom was still hurting so I walked with difficulty, my hands placed on my buttocks trying to ease the burning. The three women laughed  at me and actually I was by now relieved to be finally  going to bed, even though I was wearing a long pink nightie, had a bib tied around my neck and was sucking on a baby's dummy in the middle of the afternoon.

Jordan slipped under the sheets and blankets first, as Lillian tucked them tightly around him.

I lay down flat on my stomach  while Ingrid  lifted my nightie and spread soothing cream on my bottom, while Katrina began reading us the story of the three little pigs.

 After about five minutes, Ingrid stopped administering my soothing cream,  pulled my nightie down and ordered me to snuggle under my blankets.

The three females kissed us nite-nite before leaving the bedroom, switching the light off and locking us in. It was half past four.

 Jordan's pyjamas

Luc's nightie

Wearing Cynthia Buckfasts floral pyjamas in the garden

You may remember that Mrs Buckfast had given aunty a selection of her daughter's old nightwear last week, that she said would "do for me". Aunty and Mrs Jacobson decided I should wear this particular pair of pyjamas yesterday evening, to show my gratitude, as Mrs Buckfast was joining them for an afternoon sherry. Of course, I was the one designated to serve the sherry. Aunty buttoned up the top button on my pyjamas and told me how smart I looked. Grumpily I replied that I felt ridiculous and anyway, the pyjamas didn't fit. Aunty leant across and smacked my bottom twice very hard for being an "ungrateful little boy". When Mrs Buckfast appeared I was still sobbing and to make matters worse, Cynthia Buckfast was with her as well. She is a school mistress at a boarding school up north and was visiting her mother during the holidays.  "Well, well," she said as she saw me." I haven't seen those jimjams of mine for a long time, they certainly suit you. Come here and let me see better." Nervously I edged toward her and as  I drew close she reached out and grabbed my arm. In a flash, I was over her knee and receiving a spanking on my pyjama bottoms. "This is how I punish the boys at school, she bragged to her mother, Aunty and Mrs Jacobson. "See how his little legs are beginning to thrash around as the spanking intensifies."
Soon I was howling and begging her to stop, "I must say the ten-year-olds in my dormitory don't squeal so much when I give them a pyjama spanking. Perhaps he needs an early bedtime to calm him down." Aunty readily agreed and I was led tearfully to bed by Mrs Jacobson at 4 pm.

Mrs Buckfast gave aunty a selection of her daughter's old nightwear last week, that she said would "do for me". Aunty and Mrs Jacobson decided I should wear this particular pair of pyjamas yesterday evening as Mrs Buckfast was joining them for an afternoon sherry. Of course, I was the one designated to serve the sherry. Aunty buttoned up the top button on my pyjamas and told me how smart I looked. Grumpily I replied that I felt ridiculous and anyway the pyjamas didn't fit. Aunty leant across and smacked my bottom twice very hard for being an "ungrateful little boy". When Mrs Buckfast appeared I was still sobbing and to make matters worse, Cynthia Buckfast was with her as well. She is a school mistress at a boarding school up north and was visiting her mother during the holidays.  "Well, well," she said as she saw me."I haven't seen those jimjams of mine for a long time, they certainly suit you. Come here and let me see better." Nervously I edged toward her and as  I drew close she reached out and grabbed my arm. In a flash, I was over her knee and receiving a spanking on my pyjama bottoms. "This is how I punish the boys at school, she bragged to her mother, Aunty and Mrs Jacobson. "See how his little legs are beginning to thrash around as the spanking intensifies."
Soon I was howling and begging her to stop, "I must say the ten-year-olds in my dormitory don't squeal so much when I give them a pyjama spanking. Perhaps he needs an early bedtime to calm him down." Aunty readily agreed and I was led tearfully to bed by Mrs Jacobson at 4 pm.

New striped pyjamas and an encounter with Mrs Buckfast.

When Mrs Buckfast joined Mrs Jacobson and aunty on the patio for tea I was ordered to give up my chair. "You can sit on the grass like the little boy you are," laughed aunty.

 "And say thank you to Mrs Buckfast for your lovely new pyjamas. You needed a new stripey pair didnt you?" I mumbled a curt thank you that I just about got away with. "Now give her a big kiss."
I was forced to kiss her proffered cheek before finding myself seated at the feet of three very intimidating women wearing my winceyette, striped pyjamas. Could the afternoon get any worse?

Step-mummy disciplines her new son. By Lance Miller

 

My Mummy the Therapist.

Hi, I'm David, I am 23 years old now but when I was 15 my father met and started dating the psychologist from my school. Sadly my Mum had suddenly passed away and the school rules dictated I had to endure counselling sessions. These didn’t go so well and my father was called, apparently I had an attitude toward women in authority. As far as I was concerned she was a complete psycho bitch!

Her name is Kath. She’s now 43, and like most of the cows at my old school she was used to getting everything her own way...

Anyway much to my shock, she and my father hit it off and got married. From the Moment she moved in she started throwing her weight around. My father was smitten with her and believed every word she said. Nothing I did was ever good enough and as far as the bitch was concerned, my father needed to teach me a lesson before I went completely off the rails. She would constantly blow everything out of proportion in her effort to get my father to take action and deal with me. She knew long before she moved in, my father was never the disciplinarian in our home. These domestic matters where always my mother’s responsibility and his preference to avoid such things hadn’t changed one little bit.

It all came to a head one Saturday afternoon when Kath blow her top over my general lack of respect and she insisted something needed to be done. Once again my father attempted to avoid the issues but she would not hear of it. She called me in to the lounge where my father was sitting and told him, if he wasn’t going to punish me, she would. I could see my father becoming increasingly agitated and eventually he said, well perhaps you should, you are his mother after all and that does come with some responsibilities’.

 Right then said Kath as she took a slipper from her foot and clasped a hold of my forearm. You young man need to be taught a lesson.

She swatted my jean clad bottom several times but stopped only because my father got up and mumbled something about the club. Moments later the front door closed and we where alone.

Just to be sure he was completely out of ear shot she yelled out loudly, you naughty boy and swatted my bottom several more times. 

I think were finally alone said Kath with a beaming smile, I told you I’d get your fathers approval.

Finally I gasped; I still don’t understand why that was so important to you.

Look sweetheart, I know you’ve been very frustrated having to wait this long but it will be worth it in the long run, you’ll see.

I sure hope so. 

It will be darling. Just think, now that I’ve got the green light, it won’t be long before putting you to bed with a smacked bottom will seem quite a normal event.

Your fathers not going to be home for a couple of hours so let’s make the most of it shall we?

Should I put my pyjama’s on?

Absolutely my dear: I promised you I’d take care of you, didn’t I?

You said you’d give me lots of smack bottoms and early bedtimes, if you were my mother?

Yes my darling, it’s got to be the strangest reason to marry a man there ever was, but it all went to plan just as I promised. Finally you’re now both legally and morally my responsibility and now I can do with you as I please.

That slipper is a bit lame, I can’t even feel it. I hope you haven’t forgotten about the strap or putting me to bed in nappies.

Oh my sweet boy she said as put her foot back into her slipper. Have a look in your bottom draw, now off you go and get your pyjamas on. I’ve wanted to see you in your pyjamas stood facing the corner ever since you fist told me your little secret and we both know your long overdue, so let’s have some fun shell we.

I eagerly opened my bottom draw to see several pairs of neatly folded little boy pyjamas, a pile of adult sized disposable nappies, baby powder and she’d even found my Mums old belt. I gasped and my bottom began to tingle with excitement. 

Hastily, I put on my brand new, Cowboys and Indians little boy pyjamas. Standing silently with my face in the corner, I waited with a new found sense of pride. My new Mummy hadn’t forgotten a thing.

 

Lance Miller.

Pyjama Punishment In The Garden

Mrs Jacobson cajoled aunty into making me tidy up her garden. Of course I was made to wear my paisley pyjamas so that I wouldn't sneak off down to the pub. As I was trimming the hedge Mrs Buckfast from next door  came out and asked if I would mow her lawn. I said I was busy and wouldn't have time. Aunty and Mrs Jacobson were sitting out on the patio and obviously Mrs Buckfast must have told on me. For the next thing I knew Mrs Jacobson put me across her knee and spanked me right in front of Mrs Buckfast. I was sent to mow her lawn and Mrs Buckfast lost no time in threatening me with dire consequences if I did not do work to her high standards. I was exhausted when I was finished and stupidly made the mistake of yawning when sitting with aunty and Mrs Jacobson. Of course I was put straight to bed even though it was only 4pm. Afterwards I learnt Mrs Buckfast called and gave aunty some nighties and pyjamas that she thought would "do for me".

Pyjama Chores and my Sunday itinerary.

Serving aunty and Mrs Jacobson their morning tea out on the patio. I am wearing my, "Sunday morning" pyjamas. I wear these until we go to church. After church today I will change back into my pink pyjamas to prepare  and serve lunch. When I have washed up, I will take my bath, putting on the pyjamas aunty will have left out for me. I will then join aunty and Mrs Jacobson, plus whoever else has arrived outside until I will once again serve tea. Bedtime will be at 5pm if I am not punished with an earlier bedtime.

Wearing pink pyjamas on the patio before an early bedtime

Aunty and Mrs Jacobson have had me working hard all day doing chores for both of them I had just finished washing the windows when Mrs Jacobson told me it was time for my bath and pyjama time. She also informed me that I had to wear the new, vintage pyjamas, she made me pay twenty pounds for. I had to endure sitting out on the patio as their women friends admired my new pyjamas. Then, would you believe, I had to serve them all tea and cake. To make matters worse I did not get any as aunty said I had to post this picture and  then go straight to bed for an early night. For some reason my weekend bedtime is 5.30 so night-night everybody.

Luc and Jordan continue their holiday

Suzanne was waiting for me as I left the girls toilets, wearing my pink pyjamas.

One of the maids was with her. "This is Gina. She’ll take you upstairs to your little boys bedroom. We have prepared two children’s meals for both of our little babies  who are going to  beddy-bye early. Gina will take a tray and you another. Follow Gina into the kitchen to collect them, then off to bed !“

I became even more embarrassed and blushed. I stammered once more pitifully. "B…but…but,  er … Aunty Suzanne … I can’t go to the kitchen dressed like this .. I…I’d be much too… too ashamed…“.

Aunty Suzanne gave me a slap on the bottom. "Is the baby daddy moaning again?  Aunty Suzanne will get angry with him and will tell his mummy how babyishly he behaved and how he was wasting my time by not doing as he was told. She’ll be probably not be very happy with baby!"

I was suddenly very scared at the idea she would tell my wife about me.

"Oh noooo, please, Aunty Suzanne, pleeeease… do…don’t tell her … she’d pu… punish me even more and she… she will be angry with me for days …"

The maid sniggered when Suzanne told me harshly. "So, naughty baby, follow Gina to the kitchen, then upstairs and off to beddy-bye! March, right now!"

Of course, the cook and her assistant  were speechless as I followed Gina into the kitchen wearing my  pink jim-jam. Gina explained that I was one of the two guests being bed punished and the children’s menus ordered were for us.

"The trays are ready“ the cook said, thrusting one in my hand. Blushing , I thanked the cook. She smiled, and pinched both my cheeks, as I held the tray, I was helpless to do anything. She mockingly said, "nighty-night then little baby, you must eat your supper up and go straight to sleepy-byes like a good little baby. If you don't we will tell your mummy and she will take down your jim-jams and smack your botty for you won't she?"

 I tried to appear a little less pathetic and said, er…thank you…I hope that doesn't happen and that   you will tell her I have been a  good boy."

Going to the room with Gina, the maid deliberately stopped guests to  explain that she was "taking this naughty boy, punished in his lovely pink pyjamas, to beddy-bye".

I tried to keep my dignity and kept my head lowered and said nothing. This angered Gina. A woman of about fifty approached. A tall, sullen youth followed behind her.

I refused to acknowledge this couple and Gina began to scold me in front of the woman.

"What an impolite boy you are. Don’t you know you have to say night-night to to our guests?  it is obvious you are going to beddy-byes dressed as you are in your pink pyjamas. If you don't I will make sure you have your jim-jams lowered and your bottom will be severely spanked!"

 Of course I was as red as a beetroot. Trying to say as naturally as I could, I muttered. "Oh… yes…so… sorry… Oh, hello … night-night, Iv'e got to go to bed now."

The women replied smiling. "Nite-nite to you. I think beddy-bye is the right place for such a naughty little boy as you. You look so cute in your babyish pyjamas."

She turned to the sullen youth. " Perhaps it would be a fitting punishment for my nephew here.He has been annoying me all day."

Her nephew was a tall boy about Jordans age. he hung his head. "But, aunty Helen, I don’t want to go to bed so early."

 I became a little vindictive, and saw an opportunity to embroil another male into the realm of early bedtime and pyjama punishment.

"If I may be permitted madam, my own son is nineteen and at this very moment he is wearing his little boy pyjamas and tucked up in beddy-byes."

She started laughing. "Like father like son! Who is the clever woman who has imposed this punishment on you both?" she asked.

I explained that it was my wife, and my son's stepmother.

"Really? I’d be glad to meet her. She could certainly give me some pertinent advice on how to discipline my naughty grown up nephew, couldn’t she? Would you like to wear babyish pyjamas and be put to beddy-byes early ?" 

"Oh no, aunty Helen, I would not like it one bit." Replied her blushing nephew.

"Luckily then, that  it is my decision to make and not yours," she told him with a distinct threat in her voice. She turned back to and Gina.

"I apologise for delaying you young lady. I suppose a bed punished big boy like this one has to hurry of to bed." Gina agreed. " You’re right, Madam, all the more since his son is already tucked up in beddy-byes and daddy here is supposed to be punished exactly as his son.“

Aunty Helen said to me laughing. "Oh, then I shan't delay you any longer. Please say nite-nite to your son from me."

Uncertain how to respond, I answered. "Thank you, madam. I’ll tell him".

Gina indicated the trays, and added that Jordan and I still had to eat our children’s  lunch in bed. "And what happen after lunch then?"

Gina laughed, "They both have to stay quiet  and well-behaved tucked up in beddy-bye. Hopefully they will  sleep until tomorrow, otherwise it will be a long night for them!"

Aunt Helen smiled again while looking at her nephew. "Come along Alan, we’ll have lunch, then I think  it's straight to bed with you. I’ll undress you and put you into your pyjamas for a nap."

As they moved away I  overheard. "Put my pyjamas on in the afternoon, merely for a nap? Oh no aunty Helen I won't."

Aunty Helen scolded him. "You may not want to, my pet lamb, but I have decided otherwise. do you want to go across my lap for a smacked botty? No, then it's decided. You will go to beddy-byes after lunch."

Alan cried, "But..but.. auntie,  I don’t deserve to be punished, and I…I’m twenty two years old."

"Do you think I care how old you are? If I decide you need to take a nap and be put to bed early, then that is what will happen. Enough of your  back chat, otherwise I may make your nap time your permanent bedtime and put you into pyjamas at twelve each day!"

Going upstairs to bed, I thought that aunt Helen probably didn’t need advice for early pyjama and bed time from my wife.

Jordan was snuggled under his blankets, his head on his pillow, still sucking his dummy. He was half dozing. He awoke upon hearing us. He was quite annoyed that I had not been in beddies the same amount of time as he had. Before I could answer Gina followed me in. He went quite red and pulled up his blanket.

Gina started laughing. "Oh, what a shy little baby in his little boy pyjamas in his little bed. I bet everything about you is little?" Jordan blushed again, taking her meaning. still laughing, she said.

"Don’t worry, I’ve seen little boys in bed before, granted, not this early and not as old as you and your daddy are, but maybe it was because they weren't as naughty as you."

 She changed her tone of voice. "Now, sit up and I’ll put your tray on your lap. And be careful you don’t spill food down your jimmy-jams or else your mummy will be  very angry with her little boys! Enjoy your meals, babies. I’ll come back in a quarter of an hour. Then it's straight to sleepy-byes for both of you!"

Of course, hurried as we were, Jordan did spill part of his drink on his pyjama jacket. I knew we would be punished because of his clumsiness. I became angry and he began to cry. I risked further punishment by getting out of bed and trying to rinse out the stain. I didn’t succeed and only managed to put water down the front of my pyjama bottoms as well!

I hopped quickly back into bed and gave Jordan his pyjama jacket to put back on, still damp, but in the hope that Gina would not notice.

Of course she spotted the spilt drink on Jordan's pyjama jacket immediately. "Oh, what’s happened here? Did I not tell you to be careful? What a disobedient boy you are."

As she scolded Jordan, I was rubbing the front of my pyjamas under the bedclothes to try and dry them.

"What are you up to under there?" She asked and pulled back my bedclothes.

 "Oh, the daddy has wet himself, naught baby daddy!"

I attempted to explain, "no.. you have it wrong it was an accident.."

Gina scowled. "I can see you have had an accident baby. Now, where are your other pairs of pyjamas?"

It was only then that I realised that our pyjama suitcase was missing, hesitatingly I told Gina this.

"Are you sure, because if I find out you are telling lies, and you have more pyjamas in this room here, I will personally tan both your backsides for you."

Jordan and I both sobbed as we confirmed that, "yes, we had no pyjamas."

Gina sighed as if she was dealing with two naughty toddlers. "Well, we’ll see what your step-mummy and wife think about this." My sons sobs increased. "No…no… please miss Gina, don't tell my step-mummy. Oh, how we will be punished."

He tried to pull his blanket up  and hide childishly but Gina ordered him to shut up.

" The pair of you. Get out of bed now, and come downstairs with me!" She ordered.

The whole family was eating when we appeared, wearing our pyjamas. Gina explained why she had ordered us to come down to the dining room. My wife got very angry, when I tried to explain that I had not wet myself and gave me four spanks across my pyjama bottoms as I stood there. Then she bawled us out and told us we would be grounded and bed punished for a whole week.

I  again protested I hadn't done anything wrong, and Jordan moaned and complained too. This earned both of us a trip across a female lap. Jordan was spanked by my wife and I was taken across the knee of my mother-in-law.

My mother-in-law spanked and scolded at the same time.

SPANK. "I have your pyjama case here with me."

SPANK. "You left it in the car deliberately, didn't you?"

SPANK. "Don't lie to me, tell the truth or I will spank you for a long time."

SPANK. "That's better, the truth always hurts doesn’t it son-in-law?"

I had forgotten the pyjama suitcase, but not on purpose. However it was easier to admit I had rather than endure a longer spanking.

Suzanne said it would be fitting if Gina were allowed to choose our clean pyjamas and it was with great glee that she made Jordan wear  another pair of little boys pyjamas. Pale blue with racing cars on them.

" You should zoom up to beddy-byes wearing those," she mocked as Jordan put on his clean  pyjamas.

She turned to me, "and now for baby daddy. What shall he wear to beddy-byes I wonder?"

Gina rummaged through the many pairs of pyjamas. "Ah, this is most suitable for baby daddy I think."  

Everyone in the family laughed as she handed me a long, full length nightie. It was white and was covered in little pink flowers.
"No, please don't make me wear this nightie." I pleaded. All to no avail.

I blushed as Gina put the nightie over my head and I felt the soft brushed cotton material cascasde around me, nestling on my feet. "Don't forget to fasten the all the button at the back," my mother-in-law said. "We don't want baby daddy to catch a chill do we?"  Again everyone laughed and I hung my head in shame as Gina turned me around to secure me in the awful nightie.

Suzanne noted that since we would be stuck in our rooms for days on end we would need a potty in our room. After an excruciatingly embarrassing journey back our room we began brushing our teeth before it was time for our long sleepy-byes. I was getting into bed when Gina brought us the potty.  

My wife followed and tucked both of us tightly into bed while Gina closed the shutters and drew the curtains. They both mocked us then kissed us nighty-nite before switching the light off.

Our holidays were beginning. Jordan was wearing little boy pyjamas. I was wearing a cosy, full length nightie. We were tucked tightly into beddy-byes. It was Saturday, and it was a quarter to one.

Corner time in red striped pyjamas, followed by a humilating public spanking and an early bedtime.

I had to get ready for bed early yesterday afternoon as aunty was entertaining Miss Jacobson and some of her friends. Aunty wanted me ready for bed so that I could serve the teas. Unfortunately I managed to spill some tea onto Mrs Kilbrights lap. I was sent out into the garden for some corner time to "reflect" on my behaviour and to consider what punishment I should receive. Of course it wasn't difficult to guess. After twenty minutes outside, aunty called me in to go across her lap for a smacked bottom before being sent to bed for an early bedtime. Everyone seemed to enjoy themselves except me, as aunty spanked me for a full ten minutes in front of her friends. She then insisted that I kiss everyone night-night before I was sent upstairs to bed.

Miss Jacobson's friends enjoy the spectacle of my pyjama and early bedtime punishment.

Sitting in the garden before bedtime wearing naughty boy, striped pyjamas.

On Friday, aunty decided that it was such a sunny day that we would take afternoon tea out on the patio. Unfortunately for me, she also decided that I could get ready for bed first. She handed me a pair of blue striped pyjamas to put on. What she calls my,"naught boy "pyjamas. Miss Jacobson, of course joined us, and I spent an uncomfortable forty five minutes outside before aunty thankfully, sent me to bed at 5pm.

Luc has sent me another tale about Luc and Jordan. More pyjamas, spankings and early bedtimes? What do you think?

RESTFUL HOLIDAYS FOR BABY AND DADDY BEDDIES

Julianne had booked rooms for all the family in a guest house owned by Suzanne, a good friend of hers. Julianne’s sister Josiane and her daughter Jenny were also joining us, as well as my step-daughters, Agnes and Astrid.

We travelled in two cars. The twins went in the first car with their aunt and their cousin. I had to sit in the back with my son in the car driven by my wife, Julianne and her mother. As we set off they began  to talk about their plans for the holidays. Of course, Jordan and myself weren't  invited to take part in the discussion, our wishes weren’t taken into consideration. Even when our holiday bedtimes were being discussed. I tried to intervene when they began to discuss our pyjama time hoping to get a later bedtime.

My wife reminded us that she and her mother were the ones who decided our bed and pyjama times. She also pointed out that we knew full well our usual time for putting on our pyjamas, and that our bedtimes had been the same for many months, so she didn’t see why we would go to beddy-bye any later during the holidays.

I cheekily suggested that perhaps we could put our pyjamas on at the same time, but be allowed to stay up and extra hour each night. After all, it was the holidays. She replied that such an idea was ridiculous. We must stick to our childish bedtimes so that she and her mother could enjoy peace and quiet without us disturbing them.

My mother-in-law told my wife that she hoped, "those two won’t disturb us and we can go out as we want, without have to come back early for their bedtimes."

My wife reassured her. "Don’t worry, mum. Every time we go out, we’ll get the boys into their jim-jams and put them to beddy-byes before we leave. That way we can enjoy our days out.

Jordan began to complain upon hearing this news, but Julianne quietened him down by threatening to stop the car and smack both our bottoms for everyone to see. I hushed him as I did not want a humiliating spanking on the roadside. They continued to talk about our bedtime, ignoring us completely even though we sat just behind them. Her mother asked if it was possible for us to eat in the guesthouse dining room dressed in our pyjamas before our early bedtime, as there may be other guests around.

"Oh, we’ll sort something out. Beside's, Suzanne is looking forward to seeing these two being punished with pyjama and early bedtime discipline. She is quite determined to help with their early beddies so I can't see it being a problem. In any case, the maid can bring them food once they are tucked up in beddy-byes."

She glanced in the rear view mirror, and for the first time talked directly to us.

"By the way, I hope you two brought your sleepy-bye things, I told you to?"

 I confirmed we had packed our bottles, bibs, stuffed pets, dummies and earplugs.

"And your potties?“  She enquired. I stammered. "N…no, darling, I … I thought … since we would be in a guesthouse we’d have an en-suite toilet."

 She instantly became angry. "Do you imagine you two will be accommodated in a suite? All you need is a bed each, don't you?" I answered pitifully. "Er… yes, darling, you… you’re right. I… I’m sorry…"

 Julianne, calmed down, in fact she started to laugh. The pair of you are sleeping in the old servants sleeping quarters. It's quite a walk along the corridor and down the stairs to the communal toilets. We'll make you walk to the toilet in your pyjamas, I have no doubt you will be seen in your jim-jams by plenty of other guests, how amusing."

My mother-in-law joined in. Also laughing, she suggested. "We will have to make sure they are wearing their most childish and humiliating jimmy-jams when they go to the toilet."

Jordan began to protest again, Maryse gave him a slap. "Shut up, you cry-baby! I don’t want you moaning every time you're  put to beddy-byes early. I expect your father will be more sensible than you and he‘ll make you obedient. I hope he’ll set an example for you going quietly to night-nights when both of you are put to beddies.. Am I right, Luc?"

Once more, I quietly agreed. "Of… of course. I know early bedtime is good for both of us…"

My mother-in-law  added." Well, be warned Luc. If Jordan isn’t a good boy at bed and pyjama time, you’ll both be punished. Only you will be punished more harshly, understood?"  I only nodded.

After two hours, Julianne stopped by a roadside cafe for a break. Her mother told her we should arrive at the guesthouse  just before lunch. Then she said, "We will all be tired when we get there, so I think the best thing is to have a quiet meal with Josiane and the girls. These two should be put straight to bed for an early beddy-byes when we arrive."

My heart sank. I knew that the first day of our holiday was likely to be a short one, at least for my son and myself, but I didn't expect being put to bed at lunchtime. Looking at Jordan, I saw he was upset too, as Maryse continued to talk about our arrival. "And we’ll obviously have to put them to bed before we have our lunch."

Julianne looked thoughtful, "you're right mother. While you go and take your car sickness medication, I can save us time by getting these two naughty boys ready for beddy-byes now. There is nothing to stop them putting on their pyjamas and slippers right now. When we arrive they will be dressed in their jim-jams all ready for beddy-byes.  Do you think that is a good idea?"

Maryse immediately agreed with my wife. "Oh, yes, a great idea. This way, we’ll only have to tuck them up in their beds, before we head back downstairs for lunch. 

Julianne turned to me. "Did you understand you two? Go on, off with your clothes and I'll pick you out a nice pair of pyjamas each. We want you looking smart for when we arrive, dont we?" She laughed at our obvious discomfort, then said. "What are you waiting for, clothes off now!" 

I was utterly shocked. "B..but, my darling, we can’t appear at the guesthouse dressed in our pyjamas. People will be shocked … er … and we’ll  look ridiculous …"

Julianne sniggered, she had packed one case containing only our pyjamas, and was rummaging through it. "Of course you’ll look ridiculous, but I don’t think that people will be shocked. Seeing two naughty boys in pyjamas like these will make them laugh out loud, not shock them."

She handed me my pair of pyjamas first.

"Now, into your jimjams! And hurry up, we’ve no more time to waste!"

I stared at the pyjamas she had handed me. There were pink, with little teddy bears on.

"Please my darling, don't make me wear these silly pyjamas, I will die of embarrassment when we arrive at the guest house." I pleaded.

"Would you prefer to go across my knee here and now, outside in the car park?"

 I shook my head. "I thought not." She said, then added. "Pyjamas on, now!"

I began to undress at the roadside. Hiding behind the car, I quickly took off my clothes and reluctantly started to put on the babyish pyjamas.

"You as well Jordan, get your jimmy-jams on, quickly or you will be across my lap."

She handed my son a pair of pale yellow pyjamas, with a bunny rabbit motif. I knew that Jordan despised this particular pair of babyish jimjams.

"I am not putting on these ludicrous pyjamas and I will not go to bed at lunchtime. You can't make me undress and travel in these childish pyjamas, I'm not turning up at the guest house wearing those pyjamas, no way!"

Julianne said nothing, leaning forward she gave him two sharp slaps across his face. Quickly, while he was off balance from the blows, she dragged him across to the car park wall and put him across her lap. His trousers and underwear disappeared fast and I winced in sympathy as she spanked his bare bottom.Luckily for Jordn no-one was about, but some cars tooted their horns in support of his spanking as they drove past.

"No more backchat, you are half undressed now, so stop this fuss Since you behave like a little boy, it is only right that you wear little boy pyjamas. Now, you put your lovely pyjamas on at once before I spank you again!"

Jordan meekly obeyed, all his bravado gone, spanked out of him by his stepmother.

She then spoke to me, "And you, what a bad father. What are up to allowing your son to disobey me by refusing to put his pyjamas on? Remember what mother said, if Jordan misbehaves, you will be punished too, only harsher!"

I was already feeling foolish as I stood there wearing  my pink, teddy bear pyjamas, yet still I had to reprimand my son. "Please, don’t upset her, be obedient. I don't want to be punished for your bad behaviour. Now put your pyjamas on, like a good boy. Look at me, I’m already in my babyish pyjamas, it isn’t so difficult nor so embarrassing and mine are pink. We‘ll have to get into beddy-byes  anyway as soon we arrive. Putting our pyjamas on a few hours earlier is not the worst thing now is it?"

He was still moaning, this started to irritate Julianne. She grabbed him again.

"Looks like this naughty boy needs his stepmommy to help him put his jimmy-jams on like a little boy." Julianne forced him into his childish pyjamas. She stepped him into his pyjama bottoms and buttoned him into his pyjama jacket as if he was a small child. Then she took him across her knee and spanked him with her special spanking spatula that she kept in the car. He was crying like a baby and he tearfully obeyed her instruction to get back into the car.

When my mother-in-law returned, she was delighted to see us both wearing our pyjamas ready for beddies. "My my," she said, in a sickly sweet infantile manner. "What two, sweet little boys we have here, all ready for beddy-byes wearing their cute jimmy-jams." Then she noticed Jordan was crying and wanted to know why.

As soon as my wife told her the full story, Maryse ordered me out of the car. On the same car park wall as my wife had spanked Jordan, she pulled me across her knee and spanked me until I was crying like a baby. "I told you what would happen if Jordan was a bad boy," she lectured as she bundled me back into the car. Two women were walking past and they shouted, "love your jimmy-jams, pink really suits you."  

My face was as pink as my pyjamas as I scrambled into the car. My mother-in-law pushed my dummy into my mouth and gave Jordan his as well. "Don't you dare take those out, I don't want to hear a sound from you two for the rest of our journey, understand?" We both nodded, and tearfully sucked obediently on our dummy's.

After one and a half more hours, we arrived at the guesthouse. Julianne parked the car. Turning to me  she said. "I can't believe the fuss Jordan made about putting on his little boy, bunny rabbit pyjamas. Aren’t you ashamed? You are his father after all. His, and your childish behaviour, should tell you why you both still require a lot more pyjama and early bedtime punishment."

Jordan was asleep, still sucking his dummy. I nervously removed mine to speak to my wife.

"Yes, I am very sorry for his and my childish behaviour my darling wife. I quite understand why we have to be bed punished and wear our childish pyjamas. Jordan will be obedient and quiet the whole holiday, I promise."

She smiled and held my hand affectionately. "He had better be,and what about you, husband dearest. Are you going to behave and be a good little boy for me as well? Will you put your jim-jams on and go to beddies when told to, hmmm?"

"Yes darling. I will be a good little boy for you." I murmured softly, deeply ashamed at my timidness.

Maryse looked at Jordan. "He’s already asleep. It's just as well he has to be tucked up in beddy-byes soon. Your son needs so much sleep I think we had better put him to bed earlier during our stay here. Perhaps a pyjama time of 4 o'clock then maybe 5 o'clock would make a good bedtime for the little sleepyhead?"

Shocked at her sugestion I protested. " Nighty-night time at 5:00 pm in the summer? That’s too early for a 19 year old boy in my opinion."

My stepmother replied curtly. "Your opinion doesn’t matter! You have no choice in your son's bedtime nor your own!  Besides, I know fine well that you are only protesting because you realise you will be given the same pyjama time and the same sleepy-byes time as Jordan."

I said nothing and hung my head. I was ashamed to admit she was right, I did not want to have to put my pyjamas on at 4pm every night and be put to beddies at 5. 

We were welcomed by everyone who had arrived before us and who were already settled in the guesthouse. Everybody was cheerful. After they kissed my wife and her mother, they were soon interested in us. I felt extremely embarrassed getting out of the car wearing my pink, teddy bear pyjamas and with my pink slippers on. 

I was actually in a hurry to get to the privacy of our bedroom and into bed out of the way. Jordan was still half asleep, and he was ordered to keep his dummy in his mouth. Jenny and the twins burst out laughing as they saw how we were dressed. "Look! Our two baby boys are already dressed for beddies. I bet they were naughty little boys and were punished by having to put their darling jimmy-jams on!" My wife laughed. "How did you guess? Of course they were naughty, they have both had their botties smacked as well."

Our hostess Suzanne appeared.  My wife explained our misbehaviour and why we were wearing our naughty boy pyjamas. She told Suzanne of her plan to take lunch quietly with her family, while we would be put straight to bed.

"I gathered you wanted these two to get straight up to bed judging by their attire. It's not often we have two guests turn up wearing their little boy and," she paused slightly, looking me up and down, "their little girl pyjamas.

I decided to stop delaying our bedtime and said. "Yes, you’re right. Suzanne. It’s already past our bedtimes. Moreover, my son is very tired and sleepy."

She was smiling at me, but spoke quite icily, "I think it best if you refer to me as Aunty Suzanne, don't you? You must treat me with respect or I will punish you myself." She said, leaving me in no doubt about who was in control.

I hastily agreed. "Sorry Aunty Suzanne," I  apologised, blushing as I did so.

She ignored my apology and, although speaking to me looked directly at Jordan.

"Your son seems to be in no a hurry to go to beddy-byes does he." Jordan showed no reaction, standing there in front of everyone wearing his childish, yellow, bunny rabbit pyjamas, and with his dummy still between his lips.

I suggested we went to our room quickly so we could get to bed. My wife  looked at me with disdain, as she said. "Of course you will go to bed now. But not before you have kissed us all goodnight."

Once more, I could do nothing but obey. I kissed everyone night-night. My sister-in-law Josiane and her daughter Jenny, as well as my step-daughters Agnes and Astrid. Then I kissed my mother-in-law Maryse night-night, before finally my wife Julianne . As I kissed her, she patted my pyjama clad bottom and said in a loud voice, "nighty-night my little boy. I hope you will enjoy your long time in beddies and not disturb the grown ups peace and quiet."

Everyone laughed as she spoke and I blushed furiously. Aunty Suzanne smiled and said it was no problem and that she would personally take care of Jordan and myself. She would make sure we were tucked into beddy-byes she promised as she sent the rest of my family out onto the terrace for their lunch.

We followed Aunty Suzanne across the entrance hall where the communal toilets were, then, up a flight of stairs and along the corridor where my wife and her mother bedrooms were. We, however had to go up still more stairs to reach our room. My son, slippered and wearing his yellow, childish pyjamas was still sucking his dummy. I was wearing my pink, teddy bear pyjamas and also my slippers. 

Aunty Suzanne ushered us into the room and turned down our beds. Jordan sleepily climbed into his bed and I watched as he was tucked up by Aunty Suzanne.

However, just as I was about to get into bed, I realised I had to go to the toilet. Aunty Suzanne told me I was a naughty boy for not saying something sooner and swatted my bottom with her hand. I yelped with the shock and was made to to take her hand as she guided me back downstairs the way we came, toward the entrance hall and the toilet.

We passed a maid carrying clean linen on the way down. She stared at me. Obviously because I was wearing pink, girl’s pyjamas. She was trying to hold back her laughter. Suzanne told her off, but in a jokey way, saying.

"What's the matter with you? Haven't you ever seen a naughty boy, ready for bed at lunchtime wearing his pink, teddy bear pyjamas before?" 

When we reached the entrance hall I was forced to wait for the toilet as it was occupied. Aunty Suzanne stood with me holding my hand. "If it doesn't become vacant soon I will take you into the girls toilet." She threatened. "After all, you are dressed appropriately." She laughed, just as a couple went past. The woman cast an astounded look at me and asked what I was playing at wearing my pyjamas in public, during the daytime.

Aunty Suzanne said. "Tell the nice lady why you are wearing your jimmy-jams pet lamb."  I blushed and could only stammer. "I… I’m sorry… er… I was a naughty on the trip down, so my wife and my mother-in-law decided to punish me by making me wear these babyish pyjamas and I also have to go to bed early now."

She looked at  Aunty Suzanne, thinking she was my wife and said. "Well done to you. What a splendid way to punish your husband."

She turned to he partner and said." Did you hear? What a great idea. You would benefit from such a punishment. I will buy you some pyjamas like his and get you tucked into bed good and early from now on. No more drinking in bars for you!"

I felt guilty as Suzanne led me into the girls toilets. The man looked angrily at me and then became fearful as he realised what he had to look forward to.

Pyjamas and early bedtimes!

Oh dear. Sissy Babykins has been a very naughty boy. His new babysitter, Melissa, has imposed a very early bedtime and it appears his new lifestyle is permanent.

“Now, now Sissy Babykins, it’s pointless struggling. Melissa is going to remove your wet nappy and put you across her knee for a bedtime spanking whether you like it or not.”

“Mmmmphhh!”

“Ha-ha. Does that upset you my pet lamb? Oh yes, young Melissa is going to be your permanent babysitter from now on and your babykins regime will be much more severe. Melissa will undress you at 3pm and give you a lovely warm bath. Then she will pin you into fresh soft nappies and put you into your nightie ready for beddy-byes.”

“Mmmmphhh!”

“What, you don’t want Melissa to be your babysitter? Well it really doesn’t have anything to do with you does it sugarplum? I make all your decisions for you don’t I?”

“Mmmmphhh!”

“Ha-ha, yes I do. Your new beddy-bye time is 5pm; Melissa will bring you into the lounge at 4.45. You will be paraded in your night attire for our pleasure before you are tucked into your cot. And so  we don’t have to listen to your constant whining, your dummy will be permanently tied in place. The only exception will be when you are being fed your pureed vegetables or your baby bottle. Do you like the sound of your new permanent baby lifestyle babykins?”

“Mmmmphhh!”

I think you are beginning to repeat yourself Sissy Babykins, time for beddy-byes.”