Peter is subjected to enforced early bedtimes and kept in babyish pyjamas and eventually in nappies all orchestrated by his younger sister.

Peters Pyjama Punishment

Peter was unhappy that his sister Julie had had her friends around for tea.

‘Mum it’s not fair; how come she is allowed to invite her friends for tea outside on the patio and I m not even allowed to have my my best friend visit? After all, I am eighteen years old and she is just a little kid of fourteen.’

Peter was grumpy for another reason. He had just finished his first day’s work at his Aunts ladies wear shop. His mother had insisted he get a job during the summer and he had spent the day unpacking boxes of ladies underwear. Now, at nearly 5 pm he was exhausted and wanted to relax. His mother looked at him and said with a note of annoyance,

 ‘Oh stop complaining; they have gone now haven’t they? I knew you would come home tired and grumpy after your first day at work so your sister and I have devised a plan to help take away that grumpiness and give us some of peace and quiet we all desire,’

Peter’s eyes widened, “A plan, what plan he asked suspiciously. I know all about your pl…"

Julie eagerly joined in, interrupting her brother and looking at her wristwatch. ‘Yes my wittle baby brother, it is now your beddy-byes time, all through the summer you will be put to bed at 5.30 prompt.”

 “Peter looked at his mother in disbelief; for it had been quite some time since he had been punished with early bedtimes.

‘Mum no, it’s not fair, why should I go to bed early when I have worked so hard?’ Peter’s voice began to whine and take on a petulant, immature nature.

“For that very reason, since you were a young boy you have always needed your sleep and now you are experiencing the world of work for the first time your babyish tantrums, as we are witnessing now, will return.

It is beneficial that you get your rest after a hard day at work and we get our peace and quiet. You do understand it is for the best don’t you poppet?’

Before Peter could respond, Julie giggled and said, “Best for us too.”

His mother placed her index finger under her son’s chin, lifted it upwards so that she was looking directly into his eyes and said, ‘Julie, please bring me Peter’s pyjamas, you know, the one’s we picked out for him to wear to beddy-byes while I get him undressed.’

Julie jumped up. “Of course mummy one pair of jim-jams coming up with pleasure.’

Peter’s eyes brimmed ‘No mum I don’t want to put my pyjamas on and go to bed, I am not nearly as tired as I thought.’ He stupidly said.

His mother ignored his pleas and pushed him onto the patio chair. She then pulled his feet onto her lap, untied his shoes and removed them along with his socks, and then she ordered his arms up and pulled his tee shirt up over his shoulders. His arms were free but the tee shirt was still around his neck and pulled over his face.

Julie returned jubilantly.  ‘Here you are mummy,’ and then talking to her apprehensive brother gloated. ‘Soon my little brother will be all ready for beddy-byes and then he will be tucked up for the night to sleep soundly. Isn’t that wonderful?’

Peter was putty in his mum’s hands, as she grabbed his arm and helped him into the pyjama jacket. The pyjamas felt warm and cosy against his skin as his mum buttoned him up amidst the derisive and cheeky scolding of young girls mocking his humiliation.

‘Hand me his pyjama bottoms please’

The t-shirt around his head muffled his disapproval as his trousers were unfastened and yanked down along with his underpants. Luckily for his modesty the pyjama jacket extended far enough down to preserve it. Nonetheless he was happy to follow mummy’s instructions to step quickly into the pyjama bottoms. He stood obediently as she pulled them up and proceeded to tuck the jacket inside. This brought on much giggling and squealing, as the girls were pleased with his obvious shame. She then placed the slippers onto his feet and finally removed his tee shirt. At first Peter was puzzled by the laughter he heard from his mother and sister and then he looked down at the jacket and saw that they were made from soft white winceyette and adorned with images of the infants TV character Thomas the Tank. On his feet nestled baby blue, furry slippers with a white bunny rabbit appliqué. He looked ridiculous at best.

‘Look at the big baby wearing his little choo-choo train pyjamas and bunny slippers, ha-ha-ha-ha. He really should go straight to bed right now!’

‘Mum make her stop, it’s not fair, I shouldn’t have to go to bed early, and where did you get these babyish pyjamas and slippers?’

Peter’s mother reached behind him and slapped his pyjama-clad bottom, “ Do not use that tone of voice with me babykins, and another thing, since you are behaving so badly I want you to call me mummy from now on. I can quite easily take you across my knee for a nursery style spanking so don’t forget!”

Peter was taken aback by being threatened with a spanking by his mother and could only stutter, “Yeeeesss mum... I mean mummy.” 

 “That’s better, and don’t forget your sister although younger in years than you is far more mature and you must do you are told by her.”

Julia beamed with joy at hearing her mother bestow authority over her brother she had only dreamt about.

She faced her brother; “mummy and I have decided that this will be your bedtime every night during the week and you will be dressed in your baby pyjamas and slippers as soon as you come home from work. Isn’t that right mother?’

‘Quite right Julie dear and since we decided on a baby bedtime, we thought it only fitting that you should wear baby pyjamas and slippers for beddy-byes. Miss Holtsby from the village sewed them for you’.

“Now enough of this prattle baby brother. It’s time you were tucked into bed and fast asleep so you can be fresh for work tomorrow.”

‘But mummy I haven’t had anything to eat yet. I am very hungry after work as aunty would not allow me a lunch break.’

Julie giggled and laughed at Peter’s whining.

‘We may bring you something later but come along, it’s beddy-bye time.’

Unluckily for Peter, Julies friend Karen had forgotten her jacket and she and her sister Fiona waltzed through the open patio doors just as he was about to go upstairs to bed.

“Sorry, did I leave my…. What on earth?”

The two girls were confronted by a disgruntled pyjama clad Peter who was obviously upset to see the two girls witness his pyjama punishment.

“I like your pyjamas Peter, my brother has some just like them. Mind you he is only three years old!”

The girls collapsed into a fit of laughter, even his mother struggled to disguise a smile.

“Now girls behave, Peter, say night-night to everyone and we will get you tucked into bed.”

Deeply embarrassed at the girls seeing him wearing his Thomas the Tank pyjamas, Peter reluctantly said goodnight and trudged upstairs to the sound of giggling girls resonating behind him.

‘Julia. You may say goodbye to your friends and join me in preparing your brother for bed.

Peter groaned.

‘My pyjamas are too large mummy,’ he moaned as he struggled to prevent his pyjama bottoms from cascading down.

’Never mind, perhaps you will grow into them one day babykins,’ his mother said in an amused voice.

 Once in the bedroom, she folded back the bedclothes.

‘See I have new bedding for you as well, pink and made from warm flannelette, we wouldn’t want you catching a chill and do we? I thought the pink sheets would be soothing for you. Now in you go.’

She opened up the bedclothes as Peter reluctantly climbed into bed and was quickly tucked in up to his neck and was kissed on the cheek.

‘Sleep tight and sweet dreams, my eighteen-year-old babykins’.

‘Night night baby brother, enjoy your evening now’ Julia said mockingly. “ My friends are coming back shortly, we will be outside enjoying the lovely evening, I will just open the window so that you will hear us laughing and enjoying ourselves while you are tucked up in bed in your lovely new pyjamas.”

Julia lowered the blinds and closed the curtains until the room was almost completely dark, as promised leaving his bedroom window slightly ajar.  

‘Oh, is my baby brother still sleepy? Julie whispered so sweetly. ‘Now sit up for me babykins’

‘What time is it?’ He asked, rubbing his eyes, as Julie held his tray. ‘It’s 8:00p.m. Supper time.’

Peter looked nervously over his sister’s shoulder.

‘Don’t worry,’ she laughed. ‘My friends have gone home, now let’s get you comfy.’

Julie plumped up his pillows and placed the tray in front of him.

‘What’s this? I can’t eat this. This is not proper food, take it away.’

His mummy entered the bedroom. ‘You will eat what I give you Peter, now be quiet while Julie feeds you so that you can quickly go back to sleep and give us some peace.’

‘But I don’t…

“Quiet now baby brother you will soon be fast asleep again.’ Julie added laughingly.

Peter was spoon-fed mashed carrot and turnips, carefully prepared by his sister and without any added spice; his mummy had tied a pale blue bib around his neck which was just as well because he gagged so much from the awful taste, often dribbling it down onto his baby bib. Julie didn’t let up with his force-feeding and wouldn’t let him off either, scooping up the spillage and forcing it deep into his mouth.

‘Do you see why you have to wear a bib?’ She scolded, ‘You would have made a mess on your lovely clean pyjamas.’

Mummy gave him some warm milk served baby style in a sippy cup.

‘I don’t want to have to wash your pyjamas tonight, so silly babykins, sip quietly and carefully.’ Mummy folded her arms

Peter gurgled down the last of the milk. ‘All done babykins? Then it’s straight back to sleepy- byes or you now, night-night.’

Peter felt so humiliated as Julie smirked condescendingly as she helped her mother tuck him in. Despite his look of disbelief at his predicament she lowered the blinds and closed the curtains and said teasingly, ‘we wouldn’t want babykins to be bothered by that nasty old daylight, would we poppet? So I had better close your curtains extra tightly then’.

Mummy added, “See how your sweet little sister is so kind to you. You just don’t appreciate her at all.’ Mummy added scornfully. ‘Now of to sleepy-byes straight away or mummy will spank’.

Mummy headed for the door, followed by Julie who looked back at Peter with a look of satisfaction and contempt for her older brother as she whispered, ‘Have a nice time in bed Peter.’ Then she closed the door, looking back on him and the room became silent and dark. Peter was left alone in his darkened room. Imagine an 18 year old put to bed early wearing his Thomas the Tank winceyette pyjamas. He heard the footsteps diminish and Julie’s giggles as he lay in silence.

Peter awoke. His mother entered his bedroom and said,

‘Get up and come downstairs for breakfast in your pyjamas Peter, you can shower afterwards.’

Peter was taken by surprise to see is aunt sitting sipping a coffee. She had arrived to take him to work and looked at him with a snigger.

‘I do like your pyjamas Peter, are you wearing them to work hahahaha?’

Peter and looked shamefaced at being caught wearing his Thomas the Tank pyjamas by his aunty. First his sister’s friend’s and now his aunt had seen him dressed in his embarrassing pyjamas. 

Julie laughed and said, ‘He isn’t allowed to wear big boy pyjamas any more because we have decided he needs to be put to bed very early like a baby this summer so he can have plenty of rest and we can have peace and quiet.’

‘Is that right,’ smirked aunty, ‘and what time does my nephew have to go to beddy-byes then?’ 

‘Tell aunty your new bedtime Peter’, said his mother tying his bib around his neck as he sat down.

‘I have to go to bed at 5.30 aunty,’ he mumbled.

Aunty shrieked with laughter. ‘Well now that explains the babyish pyjamas that have to go with a baby bedtime, and I suppose that darling baby bib is for the same reason too.’

‘Quite right aunty,’ said Julie, ‘Peter is such a messy eater we thought it would save washing his pyjamas if he were to wear a bib at mealtimes.’ she stated in a sweet, mockingly tone.

‘Well,’ said aunty, ‘If he is going to have early bedtimes all summer, then he will need more babyish pyjamas. I will certainly keep a look out for some suitable stock.’

‘That would be excellent if you could find something soft and cosy for him to wear for beddy-byes such as flannelette or winceyette material to keep him warm and snugly in beddy byes safely tucked away out of harm’s way’.

Peter sat miserably eating his breakfast of eggie soldiers as the three females discussed his bedtime and his nightwear.

‘Come along, get showered and dressed you have a busy work day ahead, and don’t forget to make up your bed and neatly fold up your pyjamas or you will be going over my knee for a pyjama spanking when you get home!’ 

Peter yawned as he waited at the bus stop. He was so tired after his day’s work to walk home and he took little notice of the people who joined the queue.

‘Well well, it’s Mr Sleepyhead. Heading home to jimmy-jams and beddy-byes are you?’ It was Julie’s friends Karen and her sister Fiona.

‘I wanted to go to bed early I was tired.’ Peter said defensively.

‘Oh and I suppose you wanted to wear those sweet toddlers pyjamas your mummy made you wear too, huh? Ha- ha.’

‘They were just for fun, I normally wear nothing to bed,” he said again in a defensive tone.

Peter hadn’t noticed but Penny who Peter knew from college was standing just behind the girls.

‘Tell me more about yesterday she said while looking at Peter.

What time is his bedtime?”

Fiona and Karen were only too eager to impart their information. ‘Peter’s beddy-byes is 5.30. Oh and he wears such sweet baby pyjamas too!

Karen grinned. ‘Oh is little Petery tired then, poor diddums. Here comes your bus, now go straight into your jim-jams and off to beddy-byes when you get home poppet.’

Peter quickly got onto the bus and looked away as the girls waved to him as the bus passed.  He sank lower into his seat as some of the passengers who had got on with him grinned after hearing the girl’s comments.

‘Can’t you tell the time baby brother? Why are you so late?’  Julie chastised him while looking at her watch with displeasure as she sat outside on the patio.

‘It’s not my fault. I was too tired to walk home and the bus was late. Where’s mum?’

‘Stand up! How dare you sit when I am talking to you, and it’s mummy as far as you are concerned. Too tired are you? Well we know the remedy to that problem don’t we?’ Julie said as she stood up placing her hands on her hips.

‘It’s almost 5,40, way past your bedtime! You have five minutes to get washed, clean your teeth, put on your pyjamas and slippers and return here, now move!’

‘You cannot tell me what to do. You are only fourteen.’

‘It seems babykins, that as mother said, I am far more mature than you, so I shall recommend to mum a suitable punishment for your disrespectful behaviour if you do not do as you are told. She was furious that you were not home on time for your bedtime and since she had an appointment she left me to ensure you went to bed immediately once you arrived home. It would be wise to do as I tell you.’

Peter knew he had to obey his young sister no matter how much it upset him. He raced upstairs, quickly dashing down again wearing his Thomas the Tank pyjamas and bunny slippers.

Julie shook her head, ‘Hmm, you are fifteen seconds too slow, so get over my knee for a spanking now!’ Julie patted her lap. Peter knew mummy had given Julie complete control over him and he had to obey or be punished severely. Reluctantly, he draped himself across her lap. She was very tall for her age and Peter, though five years older, was short and lightweight for his age. Julie easily accommodated him across her lap.

It was not long before that he voiced his protest, despite his vulnerable position.

‘It’s not fair,’ he began to whine, ‘why should you be allowed to spank me? I am eighteen, this is all so unfair.’

Julie, lowered his pyjama bottoms and exposed his bottom, running her hand across his pale flesh, ‘Because my dear brother….’

SPANK!

‘I am a well behaved and more mature….’

SPANK!

‘Young lady….’

SPANK!

‘While you are a….’

SPANK!

‘Misbehaving older boy and spoilt babykins….’

SPANK!

‘Behaving like a two year old?

SPANK!

‘And deserves to be kept in pyjamas and be put to bed early.’

After his spanking, he was allowed up and ordered to sit on the stool facing his sister.

He sat silently in abject shame, as Julie tied his bib around him.

‘Drink your milk and eat your biscuit then it’s straight to bed. Perhaps that will remind you that your bedtime is 5.30!’

She took his hand and led him upstairs patting the bedclothes for him to get into bed. She made sure the bedclothes were tightly tucked in before she bade him night-night. Peter was so ashamed to be put to bed in the afternoon by his fourteen-year-old sister.

‘Sleep tight baby brother! I really enjoy seeing you tucked up in beddy-byes so early in the afternoon wearing your baby pyjamas. Now off you go straight to sleepy-byes.”

By Friday Peter was sick of his constant humiliation with early bedtimes and having to wear babyish pyjamas and just wanted his working week to end. So he was pleasantly surprised when his aunt announced that the shop would be closing early. She handed him a package that she said was for his mother and told him to head straight home. Of course Peter being Peter instead went to the shopping centre where he wandered about window-shopping without any regard for the time until he came across his favourite fast food shop. Delighted he ordered and sitting himself down took a huge bite from the double burger and slurped from his double sized soft drink depositing most of it on his shirt.
‘What on earth!’ Peter looked up and saw his mother looming over him. 
‘Mummy what are you doing here… no?  His protest was in vain as his mother hauled him across her lap right there and then. She was really angry and spanked him across his trousers. A small crowd gathered, at first, people were about to protest until they realised the spankee was not a child. Then the mood turned to amusement and encouragement.

‘You naughty boy! When I get you home you will be put into your pyjamas and I will give you another spanking then you will have a very early bedtime. Look at your clean shirt, now you see why I make you wear a bib at mealtimes.’

Laughter now emanated from the watching throng as they listened to his mother admonishing him.

Finally she let him up and people drifted off.
Peter rubbed his bottom ruefully. Trying to placate his mother, Peter said, “aunty told me to give you this,” he held out the package. ‘

‘Well give it to me then,’ she took the package and opened it on the table. She peered inside and began to laugh.

‘Just what we need, these will be perfect for you to wear when I get you home.’ Mummy withdrew from the bag a bright yellow winceyette pyjama jacket; it was adorned with images of nursery rhyme characters. Mummy held it up to his chest. ‘Yes the pyjama top will fit you perfectly; in fact it may be a little too large. Stand up Peter.’ Already beetroot red with embarrassment Peter stood complacently, whilst his mother held the yellow pyjama bottoms up against him. A number of people stared at him and a group of girls dissolved into fits of laughter as they passed by. The waitress smirked at him as he paid the bill. ‘My you will look sweet in those pyjamas when your mummy puts you to bed,’ she laughed, then added, ‘Your mummy is right you do need to wear a bib when you eat, ha-ha.’

Peter was relieved to escape the unwanted attention he had attracted as his mother grabbed his hand and marched him home as if he were a recalcitrant toddler. All the way home Peter’s mother lectured him about his infantile behaviour and how he was to be pyjama and bed punished.
Peter’s misery was compounded as they arrived home to find Julie was sitting outside with Karen and Fiona.

‘Well girls I don’t think Peter will be gracing us with his company for too long,’ his mother said as she showed them his new pyjamas.

‘Oh what lovely new pyjamas? Let me see those.’ Julia took the pyjamas and laughed as she saw the bright yellow pyjamas with the nursery rhyme characters adorned upon them. Fiona and Karen joined her in admiring Peter’s new pyjamas.

‘Tell the girls where you are going Peter’, ordered his mother.

Peter stared at the ground. ‘I have to go to bed for being naughty and lying to mummy.’

‘Bed? But it’s only ten to two giggled the girls.

Karen laughed, oh that is just too precious!’
Mummy handed Peter his new pyjamas. ‘Put your pyjamas and slippers on, and then you can say night-night to the young ladies’

Peter looked dumfounded at his mother, “ what undress here, in front of everyone? No I….I can’t, I… won’t.”

‘You naughty little babykins,” said his mother, you just put your lovely new pyjamas on right now or I will spank you if you are not quick about it.’

Peter just about stopped the tears from flowing as he endured the awful teasing as he undressed in front of his mother, his sister and her two friends. He was in a daze as he stepped into the pyjama bottoms but heard his mother say, ‘so you see girls childish pyjamas and early bedtimes are the only solution I am afraid.’

As Peter slipped his arms into his yellow winceyette pyjama jacket he looked up to see his aunty had now joined the company. “Here let aunty do that for you babykins,” she said as she proceeded to button him into his jim-jams.

‘You are a stupid boy Peter. Did you not realise that I sent you home early deliberately? We knew you would fail to come straight home, instead wasting your money at the shopping centre, so now you must face the consequences of your own behaviour that means you being put to bed early wearing your very childish pyjamas, which, by the way do make you look very much like an ickle babykins.’
Laugher erupted at his aunts comments as Peter, surrounded by his aunty, mummy, his sister and friends Karen and Fiona, stood staring at the ground, as everyone enjoyed his infantile appearance.

‘Ha-ha look at the lickle baby boy ready for beddy-byes,’ mocked Karen.

‘Come here and sit on mummy’s lap while you drink your milky-wilky up.’

Peter reluctantly sat on his mummy’s lap in full view of everyone; his bunny slippered feet dangled as she tied his bib around his neck before giving him his bedtime drink in a babyish sippy cup.

‘Ha ha, what a cute little baby brother I have,’ gloated Julie, ‘all ready for beddy-byes so early in the afternoon. I think you need a teddy bear to keep you company when you are tucked up.’
‘Julie, that is so thoughtful. He can have a friend to be with so he is not alone’, remarked aunty.
His sister quickly brought him a battered one- eyed bear and he reluctantly held the teddy bear.

“Well, I thinks it’s time to put this baby boy to beddy-byes, don’t you girls?” His mother said as she cuddled the eighteen-year-old. Peter then threw a tantrum.

‘No, no, no please don’t put me to bed so early, I won’t go I won’t go!”

 Peter struggled to get off his mummy’s lap.

‘Quiet you silly little boy, over you go for a pyjama spanking!’

Peter was taken over his mummy’s knee once again and given a severe spanking.

‘Ha ha, he certainly deserves to be spanked wearing his sweet pyjamas and now please can we put him straight to bed?” Julie asked.

“Are you going to do as you are told now Peter and go to bed without a tantrum?” asked his mother.

“Yes mu…mummy,” he sobbed.

 “Now say night-night Peter and let’s get you to bed.

The laughter filled the air as he was forced to say night-night to everyone before mummy led him up to bed. She tucked him in, kissed his forehead and warned; “now don’t you dare get out of bed, I expect you to go straight to sleepy-byes, night-night.”

At about 3:00pm, Peter appeared fleetingly at the window. His mother looked up quite cross. Julia and Karen shook their heads, amazed at his stupidity.

‘What are you doing out of bed? Do you want another spanking?’ His mother shouted up to the window.

‘Please mummy I’m sorry for getting out of bed but I need to use the bathroom,” he whined.

“You may run to the bathroom if you must but don’t dare remove your pyjamas and then straight back into bed with you.’

Peter moved away from the window and went to the loo as ordered. He could not hear the sounds of footsteps with the door closed and shortly after, went back into his bedroom and began to unbutton his pyjama top. This was a mistake. Julia and her friends stood peering in the bedroom doorway and they waited until his pyjama jacket was removed before announcing their presence.

 ‘What do you think you are doing Peter?’ Julia asked dryly.

He turned around, shocked at being caught disobeying his mummy. “Uh, well it’s hot and I thought….’

‘You thought wrong babykins. You will be punished for that. Perhaps mummy would like to know too’, Julia stated enthusiastically.

‘No, please no, don’t tell her, oh please!’, pleaded Peter.

‘Get that pyjama jacket back on, button it up and get back into bed, let’s go.’  Julia tucked him up to his neck and kissed him on the forehead smiling.

Peter emerged onto the patio drinking tea and munching on a sandwich. Karen and Fiona were there with his mother and Julie. He just overheard the tale end of a conversation about him that rapidly changed to a whisper as he presented himself.

‘Perhaps we should lock his door from now on too? Julie in a whisper ‘Then he wouldn’t be able to wander around or go to the bathroom whenever he wishes.’Mummy nodded her head in agreement. “Maybe, I have another idea.Peter sat down alongside them, taking a bite of his sandwich he managed to deposit most of the mayonnaise onto his t-shirt.  As he attempted to wipe it off he knocked his tea over his pants. He yelled, fell backwards and ended up sitting in the flowerbed. His mother looked at him with pity in her eyes.

“Peter”, she said, ‘you may be eighteen but you certainly behave more like a toddler. Because of your misbehaviour you can go upstairs and run a bath. I will be up to see to you shortly. Now march!’

Peter hated baths and detested being told off in front of everyone. Noting his annoyance, Julia couldn’t help but tease him. ‘Oh yes, baby brother, I don’t think that your weekend is going to be one you will enjoy.’ 

Upstairs he started to fill the tub with water when his mother walked in. She added a large amount of bubble bath oil and ordered him to get in. The suds rapidly filled the tub almost engulfing him as he struggled to see through all the bubbles.
Peter protested in vain as his mummy proceeded to lather his entire head in shampoo. As he tried to speak, she covered his face in lather and scrubbed him ever so thoroughly.

‘But mummy I am too old to need any help bathing…’

She ignored him; soaping the wash flannel as she continued to bathe him as one would a small child. Neck, ears and all the other important parts were washed, rinsed and re-washed until she was thoroughly satisfied.

‘Well we can’t have you go to bed dirty babykins. I have fresh pyjamas for you too and your sister and girlfriend are remaking your bed with fresh linens. Don’t forget to thank them’.

Finally she re-soaped the flannel. ‘Now, as punishment for your backtalk this morning, I am going to wash your mouth out to teach you that naughty little boy’s should treat ladies with the utmost respect and admiration my poppet! Open wide.’

 Peter sat amongst the soapsuds as the flannel was forced into his mouth. ‘Stop crying, you will only prolong the punishment!’ The soap bubbles stung his eyes, filled his spluttering mouth and nasal passage until at last she finally withdrew the cloth. Then she shoved a big blue mushy bar of soap into his mouth and forced it back and forth adding to his misery and forcing soap down his throat as she continued covering him in shampoo and bubbles. The process seemed to last forever as he heard giggling from the doorway and knew the girls were looking in on him.  Peter was less than cooperative as expected and when the soaping stopped, he spat out lots of soap bubbles. Peter clambered blindly out of the bath and he felt himself being wrapped in a fluffy soft towel. 

Peter was led back into his bedroom. He was startled to find the three girls, now all dressed waiting. Julie stood grinning mischievously. Draped neatly over her arm hung a pair of frilly pink floral winceyette pyjamas, the type of pyjamas that only very young females would wear. Peter looked worryingly at his mother.

‘Well poppet, those are the only clean pair of pyjamas we have left that are suitable for you to wear, now be a good boy and co-operate and perhaps we can get you tucked into beddy-byes without having to resort to a smacked botty.’

Julie held the floral pyjama jacket and gave it a small shake.

‘Come on baby brother into your cosy jim-jams, see how pretty they are, there we are, that isn’t so bad is it?’
Julie deliberately took her time buttoning up his pyjama jacket. Her eyes focussed amusingly on his crestfallen face as she fastened the top button and smoothed down the lace frilled Peter Pan collar.

‘How sweet you look,’ she gloated. Fiona and Karen stifled giggles, they were eager to participate in Peter’s bedtime humiliation and did not want to upset his mother.

The hem of the pyjama jacket hung very low covering the towel that concealed his modesty and the cuffs of the sleeves covered his hands.

‘Now. Peter, lie back on the bed a moment I have a little surprise for you.’

His mother pushed Peter; caught unawares, he toppled backwards, bouncing onto the bed. He stared up at his mother.

‘Do you know what these are Peter?’ He watched dumfounded as she waved a package past his eyes.

‘Yes, clever boy,’ she teased as the recognition showed in his frightened eyes. ‘Dry-Nites Pyjama Pants, age 15 years,’ she read. ‘Lets see if they fit, shall we?’

Holding up the garment she stretched the elasticised waist to its full extent.

‘Why of course they will fit our little babykins, shall we put them on him hmmm?’

Peter lay shamefully as his mother eased the nappy, for in reality that’s what it was, over his feet and shuffled them upwards until they nestled snugly in place.

‘There now, all comfy,’ she teased.

‘Mummy please stop,’ he pleaded.

‘ I don’t need to wear nappy’s.’

‘You will learn,’ began his mother, ‘that when I put you to beddy-byes I expect you to stay there. Not waltzing along to the bathroom every five minutes. If your bladder is so weak you obviously need nappy’s and a pair of these!’ 

Mummy crinkled the plastic baby pants in her hands; ‘Julie picked these out for you aren’t they sweet?’

They were pale yellow and made a constant rustling sound as mummy settled them neatly over his nappy.

‘Stand up babykins,’ she ordered, it wont be long until you are snug as a bug in beddy-byes where you will stay until I say otherwise. Now it’s time for you to be dressed in your pyjama bottoms.’

She held up the pink floral pyjama bottoms by the waistband and waved the voluminous nightwear as if she was signalling a cry for help. Peter felt humiliated as he was made to step into the pyjama bottoms; mummy pulled them up high and tucked his pyjama jacket toddler style, inside the elasticised waist.

‘Nearly all done poppet.’

Three soft pillows, each covered with a pure white, frilled flannelette pillowcase were plumped up and eager female hands manoeuvred Peter into bed.

‘Lets see those handies,’ mummy said, holding a pair of pink lamb wool mittens. ‘ I heard all about your attempt to take of your pyjamas, these mittens will ensure mischievous little fingers won’t be undoing any pyjama buttons or straying where they shouldn’t.’

Peter’s hands were enveloped in a pair of pink lambs wool mittens. Mummy pulled the sleeves of his pink floral pyjamas right down and tucked them into the mittens. Deftly, she tied the ribbon into a pert, flounced bow ensuring his pyjama cuffs were secured firmly under the mittens.  Curiously there remained, on each mitten a long length of ribbon.

Peter was too angry to puzzle over this for the moment.

His mother said. ‘Peter, you know very well mummy does not allow you to remove your pyjamas without permission. You behave like a child most of the time and your pyjama and early bedtime punishments are thoroughly deserved, your place from now on is tucked up in bed or cuddled up on mummy’s lap wearing your cosy jim-jams. Fiona and Karen are welcome to help your sister administer your punishment and you can expect nappies and pyjamas and early bedtimes to be your future. Now, let’s get you tucked into bed.’

Peter was crestfallen but had no time to try and change his mothers. 

‘Karen would you prepare the medicated dummy please?’
No! I won’t use that awful instrument,’ he cried, ‘I just won’t, mm…!
Peters protest was too little too late; helpless against four pairs of female hands the dummy was secured in his mouth, immediately the sickly taste of castor oil dripped insidiously into his mouth.

‘Ha-ha,’ laughed Julie, I thought you might like a little drink to pass the time while you are tucked up in beddy-byes so I suggested the feeding dummy to mum,’ she gloated.  Peter tried to speak but only succeeded in ingesting a bigger dose of castor oil.

‘Lets get you settled into beddy-byes now.’ Peter’s mummy guided his shoulders toward his bed. As she did so he glanced sideways at the wardrobe mirror.

‘Ha ha,’ laughed Julie, noticing his glance. ‘See how sweet you look dressed for bed in your frilly pink jim-jams, nappy and mittens and sucking on your dummykins. Well you had better get used to being dressed this way baby brother, it is going to be your life from now on.”

Peter was propped up in bed against three white flannelette covered pillows. The girls busied themselves tucking fleecy blankets over the lower half of the bed then piling a huge, heavy pink duvet on top of him and settled it just below the waistband of his pyjamas.

Mummy took the ends of the ribbons that hung from his mittens and threaded them through two small holes in the duvet. Then, reaching underneath the duvet she tied the ribbons tightly around his lower thighs.

Peter felt his hands been drawn toward his legs with the thick duvet sandwiched between.

Julie danced around excitedly.

‘Oh yes! It is even better than we hoped. Just one more thing.’ Julie giggled as she approached her bedfast brother Delicately, she ran her fingers around the down turned Peter Pan collar of his pyjamas and inverted it upwards. The lacy frill of the collar was now uppermost and gently caressed Peter’s neck and chin.

Immediately he started to bob his head in a futile attempt to avoid the constant irritation. 

Julie clapped her hands with delight as she enjoyed his discomfort.

Peter lay in bed, propped on his pillows; his upper body uncovered, revealing his pink floral nightwear. Similarly, his pyjama clad arms and mittened hands looked naturally restful on top of the duvet.

No one could have guessed the lengths of pink ribbon held him there securely.

If Peter leant forward slightly he could stop the constant drip of castor oil into his mouth. However, the strain on his neck muscles made this impossible to sustain for more than a few seconds and he was forced to flop his head back onto the pillows and restart the horrible taste.

‘Photo time girls.’ Fiona, Julie and Karen draped themselves around poor Peter at the top of the bed; Julie draping a sisterly arm around his pyjama clad shoulder.

‘Smile my little poppet,’ teased mummy as she pressed the shutter several times.

Peter tired vainly to spit out his dummy but just succeeded in vocalising a muffled, clearly plaintiff whimper.

‘Now it’s time for the final stage of operation beddy-byes. Mummy plugged in the teddy bear shaped item.

‘Your baby monitor poppet,’ she explained to an incredulous Peter.

‘If you make any attempt to get out of bed one of us will hear and you will be punished severely, understand my babykins?’

Peter nodded his head and gave himself an extra dose of castor oil.

His mummy laughed and kissed his cheek. ‘Night night poppet.’

The curtains were tightly drawn and the room was devoid of natural light save for the slightly ajar bedroom door. The girls filed out blowing night- night kisses at him and laughing. As the door closed behind them the room became enclosed in darkness.

He heard the click as the key was turned.

Peter lay tucked up in bed wearing a nappy, frilly pink floral pyjamas, mittens and sucking on his castor oil filled dummy. The frilly, pyjama collar irritated his chin. It was 1.30 in the afternoon.

By Wincy and Janice

Aunty enforces pyjama, nappy and early bedtime discipline.

A naughty boy tries to deceive his aunt and receives a pyjama spanking and an early bedtime regime for his trouble. A story by Lance

Peter meandered in the front door and was heading for his bedroom when he heard his auntie’s voice.

"Peter, can I have a word with you please". She had enquiring tone he thought as he shuffled his way into the living room. She pointed to the couch positioned directly opposite her favourite chair.

"I had lunch today with Jenny Callaghan your science and maths tutor. We had quite a discussion about you, Peter.

Peter cringed; this wasn’t good.

"She said your grades have been rapidly going downhill and if they don't start going back up, she's going to have to fail you. Now, what do you have to say about that, young man?"

Peter squirmed, "It's just...It’s really difficult for me, auntie ...it’s really hard... "

"She told me that your assignments have gotten sloppy and that you're even a few behind. Is that true?"

"I guess so auntie, but..." Peter stared at the floor as he always did when being scolded.

"No buts young man. There is absolutely no excuse for slacking in regards to your schoolwork. When your parents told me you had a conditional acceptance into college, I agreed to you coming and living with me on one condition.  All you had to do was concentrate on your studies, instead, this is how you repay us. I have to say Peter; both Jenny and I are very disappointed in you."

She paused, tilted his chin upwards and held it so that he was forced to look her in the eye.

"Do you remember what I said I would do if you misbehaved?”

 “No,” answered Peter timidly.

”Yes you do, I’ve mentioned it on more than one occasion.”

”But auntie, you can’t be serious, that was just a bit of fun.”

”Fun, oh I can assure you a sound hair brushing from me would not be amusing young man. I’m just as serious now as I was then  You can pack your bags and explain to your parents or accept the consequences of your behaviour.”

”Are you serious, are you really going to spank me with a hairbrush?”

"I think you’ve earned yourself a trip across my lap...however Jennifer tells me you have a math test tomorrow. Have you even started studying for it?"

Peter looked down at the floor and shook his head. His auntie sighed.

"Well then, as much as I'd like to wallop your bottom right now young man, I don't want anything to distract you from studying. You’re not going anywhere tonight so you might as well get cleaned up and ready for bed. You are going to spend the evening studying for that test tomorrow and I don’t expect there to be any nonsense."

Peter nodded. "Okay, Auntie...I'll study really hard."

"You'd better show some significant improvement, do I make myself clear?”

Peter looked down again. "Yes, ma’am". "Alright, get going then. I'll bring your dinner up a little later"

Peter trudged upstairs to his room and tossed his backpack on the bed. With mixed feelings buzzing around in his young head he finished showering and put on his infantile, spaceman pyjamas. Peter was extremely intelligent, a truly gifted eighteen- year old. Regrettably, though such intelligence often comes at a cost in one way or another. Some said he was verging on genius but emotionally he was immature. 

Being at university with the emotional development level of a ten-year-old was always going to produce some obstacles and his parents understood this only too well. However, Peter’s aunt's offer of a home off campus came with considerable relief and made his continued advancement in higher education more feasible.

Gazing in the mirror, he did up his buttons on his spaceman motif pyjama jacket, the bulge at the front of his pyjama bottoms was all too obvious.  How could he possibly study after hearing the threat of an over the knee hair spanking with a hairbrush?

Taking hold of himself and closing his eyes and once again envisaged himself squirming across his aunt's lap having his bottom spanked.

"Oh auntie, please don’t stop.  I’ve been a very naughty boy. Oh yes auntie, spank me harder…harder."

But his all too familiar fantasy soon came to its usual abrupt ending and once again he was left feeling sad and lonely.  No matter how he behaved, no matter how much he longed for this special attention, he knew his auntie wouldn’t spank him. In reality, the very idea of it was quite ridiculous.  However, the deep desire for maternal spankings was always in the back of his very confused young mind.

He eventually sat down sat down at his desk and thought about how he had purposely goofed off. His auntie being disappointed in him had actually hit a real nerve, he had never heard this before and it was slowly sinking in. Maybe, ...if he did that math test properly tomorrow, his auntie would forgive his little deception and everything would be OK again.

The next morning Peter noticed an odd sort of a smile from Ms Callaghan as she handed him the test paper. Peter worked his way through the paper in half the time as everyone else but this time he didn’t mess about and answered everything correctly. Before the day was over Peter received a request to visit Ms Callaghan office.

"Now this is much more like it, Peter,” she said handing him his math paper with an A+ on it.

"It seems my little chat with your auntie did you some good" she smiled with that same sort of smile he had noticed earlier in the day.

"I hope you’ll learn a lesson that will stay with you for a while!"

Peter blushed but didn’t fully comprehend what she was meaning. "Yes, Ms Callaghan"

"Good. The class is dismissed; I’ll see you tomorrow then”.

Even though his test result was effortless and virtually meaningless for him, he was for the first time rather please to show his auntie.

He handed her his maths paper as soon as he got home. "Look auntie! I got an A+

"Oh Peter," she said giving him a big hug. "That’s wonderful, I'm so proud of you. I knew you could do it, I'm going to put this on the refrigerator and you and I are going to celebrate!"

Peter grinned from ear to ear. "Thanks, Auntie. Can we have pizza?"

They went out for pizza and had a great time together. Peter’s slacking off appeared to have been all forgotten until they were in the car and about to head for back home.

As auntie did up her set belt she turned and looked at him.

"Alright now Peter, when we get home I want you to go straight to your room and get your pyjamas on ready for bed."

"But auntie." Peter cried in surprise, "it's only six-thirty."

"I know very well what time it is Peter, remember I warned you I would punish you if you misbehaved."

"But I got an A+ on my math test" He moaned.

"Yes you did Peter, and I'm very proud of you. But that just proved you’ve been purposely not trying and deceiving Jenny and me. We know what you’ve been up to Peter, trying to get Jenny to punish you it's surely the silliest thing you’ve ever done Peter. I can't think of a better reason for a spanking than that."

Peter couldn’t believe what he had just heard; she was actually going to spank him and as they drove home in silence he began to struggle emotionally with the reality of the situation.

They pulled into their driveway and auntie stopped the car. "Alright, young man I want you to go straight upstairs to your room and get ready for bed. I want you in your naughty boy pyjamas standing with your nose in the corner. While you're there, I want you to think very hard about why I'm going to punish you. 
Is that clear? "

Peter thought it was silly having to put his naughty boy pyjamas, the ones with the Teddy Bears on, so early but he felt even sillier when he stood with his face in the corner. It wasn't fair, he had achieved an A+ and he was still going to be punished. If only he hadn't played games with Ms Callaghan. What right did she have to gossip with his auntie anyway?

Ms Callaghan, all of a sudden he recalled that smirk he had seen on her face and that remark she made. Oh, my goodness, she knew I was in for a spanking, I wonder what else she knows about me?  

Glancing down at his tenting pyjama bottoms, Peter’s face blushed bright red, is it possible they know I’ve fantasised about them spanking me?   No, they can’t know how could they? I’m just being paranoid.

Eventually heard his Aunt's footsteps on the stairs and immediately attempted to conceal his obvious excitement. He pushed his nose into the corner and closing his eyes he wished he could turn back the clock a couple of months and start over.

She came into the room and he could hear her behind him moving the chair away from his desk and into the middle of the room.

"Alright Peter, come over here to me, please" She commanded. He looked so contrite dressed in his winceyette Teddy bear pyjamas that she wanted to mother him and tuck him into bed.

Peter walked over to the chair where his auntie was now sitting and couldn’t help but noticed the hairbrush she had sitting on her lap.

"Did you think about why you're being punished tonight, Peter?"

 "I didn't study?" Peter mumbled.

"Is that all you could come up with, young man? You obviously need to spend a lot more time in the corner thinking about it!"

"No, auntie" Peter mumbled.

"Well then??"

"'Cause…I guess...if I got A’s all the time Ms Callaghan wouldn't have said anything."

"That's right Peter. You had a job to do, and you didn't do it! Isn't that right?"

Peter nodded staring at the carpet.

If you had done your job correctly Jenny wouldn’t have had to waste time trying to figure out what was going on in that silly little head of yours.

"We both have a job to do Peter and now I’m going to have to do my job and you know what that means don’t you young man?

Peter silently nodded his head.

"I asked you a question young man and I expect to hear an answer. Now, what happens when you don't apply yourself?"

"I get spanked? Peter whispered.

"That's right. And that exactly what's going to happen right now."

Auntie took him across her lap.

“I’ll have those pyjama bottoms down thank you"

Without hesitation, she yanked his pyjamas down halfway to his knees and as she did there was no mistaking Jenny Callaghan’s suspicion; this is exactly what he had been hoping for.

Taking a firm clasp of his forearm and helped him shuffle over her lap. Now armed with her old wooden hairbrush she laid its cool flat back across the centre of his bare bottom.

"I'm sorry I have to do this Peter, but you've had this coming for a long time!"
With that, she raised the hairbrush and smacked it smartly against his right cheek. Peter squealed out at the first smack and continued to cry out as his auntie smacked away at his wriggling bottom. She spanked both rhythmically and methodically, covering every millimetre. She didn't say anything for a minute or two and all that could be heard throughout every room in the house was the loud unmistakable crack of that hairbrush and Peter’s crying out.

His bottom was in agony; he had begun crying and begging for her to stop after the first few smacks. But his auntie dutifully ignored him and continued on, delivering some real stingers.

"Yes Peter,  I'm sure you will be a good boy for a little while but I’ll be repeating this whenever you misbehave. Jennifer and I are going to make sure you remember to be more honest and diligent from now on."

After about thirty old fashioned wallops, she began to lecture him, punctuating each sentence with another smack of her hairbrush.

“There will be no more late nights out, 

You will come directly home after class and put your pyjamas on immediately, do you understand?"

"Yes, ma'am"

"Your bedtime will be seven pm every single night from now on
and I had better not have to remind you or you'll be right back here with your pyjama bottoms around your ankles and crying you naughty little eyes out. Is that clear?"

"Yes, ma’am."

"Since you are so attentive, the next time you need your bottom spanked, I want you to tell me so I can do something about it.  Do you understand me, young man?"

"Oww..yes...ma'am." Peter cried uncontrollably as tears now flowed down his cheeks.  

In less than one minute of sound spanking, Peter’s auntie knew her young charge had had about as much as he had ever dreamed of. His bottom was well and truly spanked and he was crying his heart out.

"Alright, Peter...it's alright" she soothed, as she rubbed his back gently.

She waited for his crying to subside a little before she spoke again.

"Okay, Peter let's see if you learned anything during this lesson".

Peter tried desperately to quiet his cries and pay attention.

 “Are you going to stop pretending you don’t know the answers and to start trying again in class?"

"Yes, auntie...I will...I promise"

"And what will you do your homework”?

 "I'll do it...every night auntie...I promise."

"And what are you going to do when you need a spanking Peter?"

"I'll come and talk to you, auntie...I tell you everything Peter murmured sheepishly."

"That's my good boy Peter, I need you to trust me and tell me everything sweetheart.  A pyjama spanking over my knee every night would be lovely. If you had only confided in me Peter we could have avoided this upset.”

“I’m so sorry auntie”

 She dropped the hairbrush on the floor and lifted him onto her lap. Even though he was a teenager, he wasn’t too big for her to hold and rock him as if he was still a little boy.  She whispered words of comfort, finally, when he had cried himself out, she told him she was going to put him to bed.

She smiled when she saw him wincing and rubbing his now very red bottom. Tucking him in, she sat back down beside him and he gently wiped away the tears that still clung to his cheeks.

“Peter, it’s not so unusual for a young man to need the occasional spanking from a female authority figure. It helps to take away all that horrid stress. I do understand why you couldn’t bring yourself to tell me; thank goodness Jenny was able to work out what was bothering you. Still, it was disappointing your first spanking had to be a punishment one."

Peter glanced up and even though auntie had just finished walloping his bottom rather hard she could see the questionable look come across his face.

“If I get good reports from Jenny, I’ll reward you with more spankings”.

“Will they be as hard as this one” Peter asked timidly?"

“Will they need to be”?

“Yes ma’am, I think so”?

“What else do you need from me, sweetheart”?

“Would you please cane me whenever I misbehave”?

“Are you sure you’ll need the cane Peter”?

“Yes ma’am, six of the best and sometimes a bedtime strapping with a belt and lots of corner time and early bedtimes every night too.”

“Yes Dear, I think we can manage that.”

Peters face suddenly relaxed and took on the angelic look of little boy who had just cried away all his secret naughtiness.

Bending down she kissed him goodnight before closing his bedroom door and leaving him alone with his thoughts and smarting bottom.

Within seconds of the door closing, Peter's hand became very busy.

The following morning Peter slipped a note onto Ms Callaghan’s desk and watched her read it. 


 I’m sorry Ms Callaghan. I guess it’s true after all; a high IQ can make you smart, very smart.