A PPM letter on the importance of younger sisters when implementing pyjama and early bedtime discipline.on their older brothers.

Dear Matron

It has always been part of my disciplinary philosophy to treat adolescent boys (and young adult males) as if they were much younger than their actual age. Girls, in general, mature much quicker and as such it is correct that the male should go to bed sooner and in some cases their bedtime should be supervised by their younger female siblings. A seventeen year old boy under my supervision would find himself dressed in the uniform of a first year pupil, short trousers, knee socks, and a school cap would form the basis of his outfit. This would be worn from first thing in the morning until his daily tuition ended at 3.30 pm. The boy would have a bedtime between 6 and 7 pm with a pyjama time of 4 or 5 pm. I always advocate dressing boys in their pyjamas at least two hours before their bedtime. If a younger sister or sisters are around to witness or assist in this daily ritual, so much the better. It is a fact that boys always become calmer and more compliant once they have been put into their pyjamas. This reinforces the boy's immature status in the sibling hierarchy. That is why I prefer to put boys into childish, little boy nightwear. When they have to walk around in front of their younger sisters for two hours before  being put to bed wearing babyish pyjamas they quickly lose their aggressive attitudes and respond to discipline much better. If especially sewn little boy pyjamas are beyond your means then a few pairs of female pyjamas from any high street chain store are an acceptable alternative. A seventeen year old boy wearing a pair of Winnie the Pooh patterned pyjamas, kissing his younger sisters night-night at 6 pm is very rewarding in terms of discipline. The girl or girls should be part of the boys bedtime routine, perhaps selecting his pyjamas, buttoning up his pyjama jacket for him or helping him into his pyjama bottoms then helping  mummy to tuck him into bed. Having a twelve year old sister drawing the bedroom curtains on a sunny summer evening at 6 p.m as her older brother is put to bed is a good way to involve younger siblings in his education as a well disciplined male.

Happy to discuss.

Agnes Throgmorton

As always Agnes your methods are exemplary and should be followed to the letter by any female wishing to pyjama discipline a misbehaving boy. 
I think pyjamas and early bedtimes are an ideal method of controlling unruly boys of all ages. I would recommend having their pyjamas warming for when they arrived home from school. As you advise, they should be very infantile in appearance and made from quality winceyette to keep them cosy and make them feel babyish. Dressing them in their pyjamas downstairs irrespective of who was there is an excellent suggestion. They could spend the rest of the time before bedtime in their pyjamas doing homework or chores. I also would advocate a bedtime spanking before bedtime. Finally I would ensure early bedtimes apply at weekends and during holidays so that boys become accustomed to their early beddy-byes.  

Matron

Sissy Babykins New Babysitter

“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 parlour at 4.45. You will be paraded in your night attire for our pleasure before you are tucked into your cot. So that we don’t have to listen to your constant whining your dummy will be permanently tied in place except when you are being fed your pureed vegetables or your baby bottle. Do you like the sound of your new baby lifestyle babykins?”

“Mmmmphhh!”

I think you are beginning to repeat yourself Sissy Babykins, time for bed!”

Is mummy putting her little boy to bed? Perhaps not.

Philip Treadwell stood with his hands on his head alongside the clothes airer, thereon draped with his striped, winceyette pyjamas. His bottom bore the bright red glow of his over the knee slippering administered not five minutes earlier by Mrs Treadwell

"Keep those hands on your head unless you want to go back across my knee." She threatened as he went to soothe his sore bottom. Philip stood uncomfortably with his hands on his head for another ten minutes, his arms began to ache as they ignored him as they chatted and drank their tea.

"Right, come here and let's get you into your pyjamas and off to beddy-byes, it's already after six o'clock, ten minutes after your bedtime," Mrs Treadwell urged. Philip stood facing the three women, shamefully parading his nakedness as Mrs Treadwell slipped his arms into the red striped pyjama top and, starting from the bottom, slowly buttoned him into the jacket.

Miss Alexander stared at him, "you really are a naughty little boy," she giggled, emphasising the "little, no wonder you have such an early bedtime, little boys such as you are not allowed to stay up with the grown ups are they?" Philip knew he was expected to answer, "n..n..no Aunty," he replied nervously.

The three females all laughed at his reply, not with him of course but at him. Mrs Treadwell knelt on the floor and held the striped pyjama bottoms open for him to step into. He put his left foot in first and rested his hand on her shoulder to steady himself as he put his right foot into the pyjama bottoms.

Mrs Treadwell pulled them slowly up, he shivered as the soft winceyette material brushed against his groin and his willy winky quivered slightly as it was enveloped in winceyette. "Now now Philip, you know that sort of activity is forbidden. Do you want to be put back across my knee for another spanking?"

 "Sowwy mummy," he quickly replied shaking his head, using his "baby voice", to appease her.

Mrs Alexander tightly tied his pyjama cord trapping the hem of his pyjama jacket inside the bottoms. "There, all ready for beddy-byes, slippers on too," she ordered.

Placing his bunny slippers beside him, she watched as he shuffled his feet into the fuzzy, pale blue slippers. "Say night-night to Nana and Aunty," she urged taking his hand.

Philip blushed but did as he was told. The two women could not suppress their smiles as they proffered their cheeks for Philip to kiss.

"Night-night Nana, night-night Aunty," he whispered pathetically, feeling self conscious standing in front of the ladies, in his striped winceyette pyjamas and blue fuzzy slippers as if he was a little boy.

"Off we go, up the wooden hill to Bedfordshire." She led him to the foot of the stairs and paused. "Wave night-night Philip." She lifted his arm and waved it for him. The two women sitting on the sofa waved back, mimicking his arm movements, then laughed out loud.

His mother-in-law and sister-in-law always enjoyed watching Philip's wife put him to bed.

Babified Boyfriend

Once aunty has untied Babykins dummy  Melissa would be left alone to babysit him. her first duty was to give him his bedtime bottles of milk before settling Babykins down for the night even though it was only 4pm. Melissa was determined to impress Miss Gotobed and Mrs Spankalot and prove she was capable of becoming his regular babysitter.

Melissa enjoyed seeing her ex boyfriend being permanently babied by his aunts and wanted to help humiliate him further. "Now Babykins time for you to drink up all your milky wilky like a good little baby," she teased. She tied his bib around his neck before she forced the teat of the first bottle between his resisting lips. She tilted the bottle to supply a steady stream of milk to Babykins.

All he could do was drink and swallow as fast as he could, helpless to stop the flow of milk cascading into his mouth. As soon as the first bottle was empty she reached for the second. "No more please…." Sissy Babykins pleaded,  as milk dribbled from his mouth down the front of his bib.

Melissa  administered a sharp smack to the inside of his leg that caused him to yelp with pain. "How dare you use grown up talk, Babykins. You have just earned yourself a trip across my lap and an extra early bedtime, it's straight into your baby footed pyjamas, as soon as you milky wilky is all finished and I'll put you down in your cot for the night. And don't dare forget that you are to address me as Aunty Melissa. I am not your girlfriend now. Naughty Babykins!"

She slapped his bare inner thigh one again and quickly pushed the second bottle into his mouth. This time she was more persistent and lifted the bottle higher and higher until Sissy Babykins was struggling to keep up. Eventually Babykins cascaded milk back up, through his nose and choking in the process.


"Oh dear babykins, oh dear, "soothed Melissa as she dabbed at his mouth with his bib. He coughed and bought up some more milk. "Ask nicely and we can forget about this last bit," she said holding up the bottle. There was about a third of the contents left.  If you don't ask nicely you will finish this and I will make you drink a third bottle too." There was a pause before his hesitant voice  began. "Pwease Aunty Melissa, Babykins doesn't want any more milky wilky me had enough."

Melissa beamed a lovely smile and pressed his face into her chest, enjoying his acceptance of his babified state. "Well done Babykins, that was a lovely little speech."

Then, quite suddenly she inserted the teat of the bottle back into his mouth and once more began the flow of milk into his mouth. "But Babykins must drink up all his milky wilky or how will he ever become a big strong boy, hmmmm?" She laughed.

Melissa was thoroughly enjoying babysitting her ex boyfriend.

Message to Lance Miller

Hi Lance

Just wondering if you were still visiting the blog? It is a while since I heard from you.

You did mention a while ago about sending some nightie composition images that you enjoyed creating and was curious to know if you had anything to send me?

Regardless, just let me know you are still around and enjoying the blog.

Best wishes

A Short History of Petticoat Discipline by Miss Susan MacDonald

When petticoat discipline was first employed we will never know. A study of social history shows that it was discussed in family magazines and newspapers during Victorian and Edwardian times, and the beautifully decorated and laced girls' fashions of the times would no doubt have made them especially effective at subduing the high spirits of boys who required firm discipline. Certainly, as we can see from family photographs of the time, it was the fashion until the Great War to dress both little girls and little boys in virtually identical clothing; beribboned vests, petticoats, white lace dresses, and big bonnets, often until the age of five or six.

Some men who were brought up in these times, including former British Prime Minister Harold Macmillan (Lord Stockton), recalled being dressed by their nannies in especially pretty and girlish clothing for some minor offence, and petticoat discipline is mentioned in Jonathan Gathorne-Hardy's excellent book 'The Rise and Fall of the British Nanny', published in 1972. (Incidentally, I strongly recommend this book to readers, as well as its companion volume, 'A History of the English Public School'). As Brenda Love writes:

'This ploy worked by humiliating and embarrassing the boy so much that he was careful not to engage in any kind of activity that would draw attention to himself, thus making him easier to control in public. The degree of modification in attire depended on the boy. For some, only a bow tie, short pants, or velvet fabric was sufficient, for others, lace, bows on the shoes, shaved legs, and girl's underwear was necessary'.

Petticoat discipline for keeping boys in line is a broad term, which encompasses more than the wearing of petticoats and girls' dresses. Also very effective was dressing a boy in a sailor suit, or Little Lord Fauntleroy outfit, with tight-fitting velvet pants, silk stockings, a blouse with a large lace collar, and girls' patent single strap shoes. Sometimes if in this kind of clothing, or if under full petticoating, the victim would have his hair curled as well.

Mrs Birch makes mention of this form of clothing in her excellent essay on the subject:

'Blue velvet shorts, a white shirt with ruffles adorning the front and sleeves, a big bow tied at the front, white stockings, black patent leather shoes and a blue velvet cap would make any self-respecting male squirm with embarrassment. If this attire didn't sufficiently humiliate the lad, more lace and ruffles would be added. But his feelings would not be spared. The male would be marched out to the giggles of family and friends. Such attire ensured a more subdued and respectful attitude'.

There are many cases given of males into their twenties being kept, for discipline reasons, in Little Lord Fauntleroy suits, or frocks and petticoats, in the old publication 'London Life', the offices of which were largely destroyed during the blitz. It never recovered, and ceased publication during the war years. Also commonly described in its pages were cases of Scottish boys being made to wear a kilt without a sporran, or tartan skirts, which were much cheaper. Dressed like this, the boy could actually be taken outside, usually with a silk petticoat and pretty knickers on underneath the kilt, which made the boy much more careful of his clothing, and the punishment even more effective.

Other cases seemed to involve a desire on the part of the mother for a daughter, rather than a son. In these cases the boy would be kept in childish petticoats and frocks, as well as long white ruffled night gowns at bedtime, long after his peers had started wearing shirts, trousers and pyjamas.

His hair would be allowed to grow long, and the mother or governess would often tie a big bow in his curls. Of course the mother would notice that her son was much more docile and subdued dressed like this, and realise as a bonus the inestimable disciplinary value of petticoating.

Petticoat discipline, however, was not confined to males who were still in the care of their parents or others. 'London Life', and the journals which followed, featured many cases of married men being petticoated by their wives to ensure that they remained submissive and obedient husbands, and attended to all the domestic duties about the house. Sometimes a man would be made to wear a frilled, full-length pinafore, much to the teasing amusement of any visitors, or in private, he might be fully petticoated and trained to do needlework and knitting, as well as all his household duties.

In the case of both boys and husbands, if stricter discipline were needed, then sometimes the they would be put into nappies and baby clothes, and often made to use a dummy and generally behave like a baby. A dummy would also be employed by lady school teachers to subdue talkative and troublesome boys in class. They might also be made to sit next to a girl on the girls' side of the classroom.

Several journals through the years printed 'petticoat' letters of an extremely high standard. I have already made mention of 'London Life'. Another - probably the best of all - was 'Justice Weekly', a Canadian paper published from the early 1950s to the early 1970s. In the 1970s, SRA Publications, who produced 'Search', 'Relate', and 'Accord' magazines, printed many wonderful letters on this fascinating subject, as did 'Madame', which is still being published today, although sadly it no longer seems very interested in the subject of petticoat discipline.

To quote Mrs Birch once again,

'Such treatment certainly led to [boys] being more demure and placid. After all, who is going to go running around the garden and climbing trees in a prissy frock and risk showing their knickers with layers of frilly lace at the rear! Sadly, such punishments have all but disappeared for troublesome males'

Newspapers and women's magazines still carried occasional mentions of petticoat discipline well into the 1960s, but the subject no longer seems to be discussed in these times of increasing delinquency and spiralling divorce rates.

As I have written, it is my aim to bring it back into domestic use, but I do need the help of our readers. If you would like to tell us of your own experiences, or send us any letters from the past concerned with petticoating, please do so.

Susan MacDonald
Aberdeen.

Sissy Pyjama Curtsey

Aunty has finally "broken" her nephew. When he came to live with her he planned to enrol in that college course. It turned out that Aunty had a different plan for the eighteen year old. Aunty kept her new sissy permanently dressed in very sissy pink pyjamas as she made him learn and practice how to curtsey nicely. Failure to meet her high standards resulted in an immediate spanking for sissy. Sissy was also taught to speak in a new way too. With his eyes lowered to the floor, he was instructed to speak in a quiet, almost whisper like, little girl lisp that delighted Aunty once he had perfected the technique. Finally, Sissy Babykins as she re-named him, was ready to be introduced to her circle of friends and his new life of obedience and permanent sissification began.

A Governess for Luc and Jordan. A new Luc Holly story. Part one.

Julianne has hired a Governess, releasing my wife and her mother, Maryse from certain tasks. At 44, I should be past the age of being treated as a baby, but that’s how it is. She will also take care of Jordan my son. He is already 19 but it is decided by my wife that like me, he needs strict discipline.

Julianne called us downstairs, we were ready for beddies, it was 4 o’clock.
“Here are the two naughty boys that I was telling you about. You will be their Governess. As you can  see, I have already made them put on their night clothes so that you can put them to bed straightaway. They look like big boys, you may think, but don't let that deceive you. In reality, they are just little boys, big babies in fact. They need strict discipline and must be kept on a tight rein, otherwise they'll behave badly. No misbehaviour must be allowed to go unpunished, it's the only way they will learn obey.“

Governess Yvette looked at us with pity and contempt. “Oh Julianne. Don't you worry, I believe they will do as I tell them,” she smiled then added, “or suffer the consequences.”

Julianne looked pleased at her words. ”So much the better, you will find that it is necessary. Their behavior has been much better since Luc married me and I took full responsibility for the house and the company into my hands. But it is because I am strict and I do not allow any leeway from my rules whatsoever. For example, as I told you, their bedtime is very strictly observed, they must both be tucked up in their beds by 6 o'clock every day, weekends included.  6 at the latest not one minute past six or I will hold you personally responsible.”

Julianne then spoke to us. “This is Yvette, your Governess She will be taking care of you. You must obey her as if she were me or Mummy. She will be giving you your bath. She will put you to bed to sleep whenever she chooses...before 6, of course. She will be giving you your meals. If you disobey her she will punish you herself."

Jordan asked sulkily “Including spanking? On the bare bum?"
Yvette replied herself. I don’t recall you being given permission to speak little boy, you will be punished for your insolence, but for your information, yes Indeed, young man. Spanking bare bottomed, corner time, mouth soaping anything I see fit.”

Our new Governess crooked a finger under Jordan's chin. “Now, on your knees, with your hands on your head.”

Julianne smiled with satisfaction.  “ I see that Yvette has really taken my instructions on board. As for you Luc you can see that she and I are on the same wavelength. So, you cannot get away with disobedience when Mummy and I are not here.

I wanted to show that I had completely understood.
“C.c..c..certainly, my darling. I am going to obey Governess Yvette just as I do you and your mother, I shall be sensible and I... I shall try not to do anything stupid so that she would not need to punish me.“

Julianne turned to Yvette, “I forgot to say that if Jordan misbehaves and requires punishment then Luc is to be punished similarly since I hold him responsible for Jordan’s behaviour.”

Yvette smiles,”Oh I see, then Luc, you too down on your knees hands on your head, immediately!”

 “I...yes...but…but I would not like you to be too…er… harsh with me.” I stammered as I lowered myself onto my knees in front of Julianne and Yvette.

“I shall be as harsh as I need to be with naughty boys.  I shall make sure you obey me, you know the house rules and you will follow them strictly without exception. I shall not tolerate any deviation, Julianne has given me clear instructions. No leeway ever. No deviation ever. No excuses ever. If you don't like being punished, all you have to do is to obey without a murmur in every way.”

Julianne looked approvingly at her firm tone as Governess continued.
“I think you have both clearly understood. You must speak to me in a respectful way because I have total authority over you in the absence of Mummy. You will be very contrite when speaking to me and you will call me“Miss” each time you speak to me or “Governess”, not Yvette, understand?"

“Yes Miss,” we both replied. Thankfully Governess allowed us to stand up and told us to go outside to fold and bring in the washing.

Jordan still feels aggrieved that his bedtime is at 6pm  but, seeing that he and I must be in bed and asleep at the same time and in the same room, he scarcely has any reason to feel sorry for himself. Governess will certainly punish us if we deserve it.

As we went outside some neighborhood girls, Karin and Maria began to watch us and of course they made fun of us laughing and pointing at us in our night attire.
 “Oh, do you see this? They are in their cosy nightclothes in the garden I suppose they are being punished with early bedtimes again. I wonder how they have been naughty this time?”

Jordan foolishly could not stop himself replying. We are not being punished, just going to bed earlier today.”

The girls continued teasing, one said loudly. “For big babies like them, it’s normal to go to bed early.”

The other girl laughed. “That’s true. They need lots of beddy.byes time, that way the case less trouble, tell me, Baby Jordan, does your girlfriend know that you are ready for bed?”

Jordan shouted at the girls to go away and leave us alone, as I tried to quieten him
“Jordan behave yourself. If Governess hears you about your behaviour we will be punished and you will have deserved it but I should not be punished as well. You know that we could end up being sent to bed tomorrow, all day.”

My son became quite sheepish. “You’re correct  I am sorry, I must apologize to Karin”

Jordan blushed. “Oh.. er… yes… Karin I am sorry.”

Karin looked angry. "That's not good enough. Come and apologise here in front of me.” Jordan hesitated. I told him to do as he was told. He went over to her dragging his feet. “I beg your pardon…” He began.

“Not like that. On your knees in front of us.” Karin ordered. He turned to me, tears welling in his eyes. I told him to obey. Karin insisted “On your knees immediately.”

I had been made to wear a long flannel nightgown for beddies, Jordan had been deemed to be a very naughty boy and had been dressed in his yellow little boy pyjamas that were more appropriate to his behaviour . He knelt in front of the girl of fourteen in his cute pyjamas and  mumbled his excuses whilst sobbing.

“Mmm… because you look so cute in your baby pyjamas I forgive you on this occasion. But,” she added, “you shall tell your Governess of your naughtybehaviour or we will tell her ourselves.”

Luc's Flannel Nightie

Jordans Little Boy Pyjamas

“No Karin, please.” Jordan begged, still on his knees. She resumed her severe approach. “Ah so you have nothing to tell her? She doesn’t need to know you have been cheeky to us?”  “

I intervened again. “Er… excuse me young ladies. We must finish our work and then get to bed. You can be assured I will tell Governess about Jordan’s cheeky behaviour even though it will mean I will be punished also.”

Maria laughed, “ha-ha, It’s true you will both be punished. Hurry off to beddy-byes, you big babies. Night-night and sweet dreams.”

I replied politely” Thank you, young ladies, have a good afternoon and a lovely evening”.

While this was going on, I had finished filling the clothes basket. Good thing too as Julianne rejoined us at this moment. She was talking to Governess.

“Yvette, my dear husband is going to show you to their children's bedroom. He is going to show you in detail how their bedtime routine is organised. You won't forget anything dear, Luc, will you? No bath is required as Maryse already gave them one after lunch before putting them into their lovely night clothes, you can start to bathe them regularly tomorrow.”

“Of course I will do as you ask but er..er..excuse me Julianne, Governess,” I hesitatingly began, “I must tell you that Jordan was cheeky to the girls outside when we were folding the washing, I apologise on his behalf and hope you can forgive him..er.. us.”

Governess stared at me, “I am pleased that you told me Luc, the girls have actually already informed us of Jordan’s bad behaviour, I will take note of your confession and decide how to punish the pair of you later.

“Nervous about our impending punishment, I took Governess upstairs to our room, or as Julianne and Maryse called it, the nursery.

Our new Governess is a beautiful young brunette, of medium size, but healthy, athletic and solidly built. Her brown hair is long. Subsequently, she gathered it mostly in a bun, but that first day it fell freely over her shoulders and down her back. She was wearing a white blouse and a black dress, dark coloured tights and sensible black shoes.

She looked determined, confident and capable enough to enforce strict discipline and punishment on us, the naughty boys.  I was used to being seen by Julianne and Maryse wearing only pyjamas or a nightgown but on this occasion I was deeply embarrassed, the young woman who was seeing me in my nightgown in the middle of the afternoon. She was my new Governess who I had to obey.

I showed her our room, a children’s room in reality and she was the one who was going to put us to bed and it was she who was dressed while I was wearing my long flannel nightgown. She will also get to bathe us every day before nighty-night time and tuck us in with a bedtime much earlier than neighborhood young children and even babies.

Governess was surprised upon entering our room. More a nursery than a boy’s bedroom with infantile wallpaper, teddy bears and soft toys to hug in beddies and most humiliating of all our baby cots.

“Ah, I see you have been made to sleep in baby cots, quite sensible for naughty babies like little Luc and Jordan,” she teased.

“Err..yes... since we  both spend so much time in bed asleep like babies, Julianne thought it was better for us, the bars make it harder to get up out of beddies without permission...Julianne and Maryse do not allow us out of bed once we have been tucked in   Here's my bed … er…cot.”

Governess patted my nightie clad bottom. “I see, and are you ever tempted to disobey, do you have to have your naughty bottom smacked very often?”

I blushed as she lightly caressed my bottom. She then continued exploring the room and opened the top drawer of our dresser.

"Julianne has appeared to have thought of everything, here are all your nighties and pyjamas how feminine they are, I will enjoy getting you ready for beddies after your bath. I'm sure you must look such a cute little boy… or should I say girl when sleeping in your lovely nighties and girly pyjamas.”

Governess Yvette opened the second drawer. "Oh and here are all of Jordan’s little boy pyjamas too. As the young one he gets to be a cute little boy, I think though I would like to see him in some little girls nightclothes, like his pa-pa. Oh and how sweet it is that each of you have their own soft toys, perfect for naughty children to snuggle in beddies with.”



My cot, the one in which I’m put to my usual early beddy-byes and frequent early bedtime punishments

Julianne arrived with Jordan. ”Well Governess Yvette, I shall leave these two naughty boys in your capable hands, deal with them as you see fit and report back to me.”

Julianne left and Governess smiled at us. “What should we do now? I think it's naptime for both of you since you're already dressed for bed. But first Jordan needs to be punished for being cheeky to the girls outside.”

Governess sits on Jordan’s cot mattress and taps her lap. Jordan reluctantly drapes himself across her, he know he dare not disobey. She tugs down his pyjama bottoms just enough to expose his bare bottom and then begins a rapid spanking. One two three, one two three. She spanks him three time in quick succession on each buttock six times.

Almost immediately he begins to jerk and thrash around on her lap but she has a firm grip and he wails his displeasure.

I look on fearful for Jordan but also for myself too. Her spanking technique is different to Julianne’s and Maryse.

Jordan is now standing up sobbing and rubbing his bottom, Governess pulls up his pyjamas and orders him to kneel in the corner with his hands on his head, he sobs gently as he lowers himself down. Governess turns to face me. “And now for the pa-pa.”

Governess sits me on her lap and asks me to tell her our bedtime regime as she wants to know exactly how we are made ready for sleepy-byes and put to bed.
It feels strange, me a big boy in age but not in height, sitting on our young Governess’s lap as she fussily buttons up the top button on my flannel nightie.


“We must keep you looking smart even for beddy-byes, now start at the beginning for Governess.”

“I.. err… well… we normally are given our bath, we have to sit in the bath together. Most often, it's Julianne’s mum Maryse who supervises. She undresses us completely herself, then we must place our underwear in the dirty laundry basket and take our day clothes and our shoes and put them in the wardrobe.”

“You don’t leave them here in your nursery?” She asks.
“No, no. Julianne won't let us have day clothes in the nursery...er bedroom. After the bath, whatever time that is, you must put us in our nightclothes and we no longer have the right to wear anything else.“

“Then off to beddy-byes?”

“No, first we have to dine in the kitchen...before the others.”
“In the kitchen? In your nighties?”

“Or in pyjamas, yes, if Julianne, Maryse or the twins have guests, we have to eat in our room but otherwise we usually dine in the kitchen. Today, since we will probably be in beddies before the meal we'll probably eat in bed. It's Julianne
who  usually decides but I suppose it is you now Miss. I...err… I should now fetch our potties to store them in our nightstand.”

“Ah, you have chamber pots?”

"Y…yes... as we are confined in our room we... we can't go to the toilet.”

Governess stood up and we went together to get our potties, then it was time to get into bed.

Little boy short trousers and early bedtimes for this 22 year old.

Dear Nanny Smackbottom

I was educated at a Grammar school for boys in the late sixties and early seventies and wore short trousers with my uniform to the end of first form when I was 12. In second year all boys moved into longs. At 16 my parents had an acrimonious separation and I was unexpectedly sent to live with a maiden aunt whom I hardly knew although I was able to remain at the same school.

My new guardian was a striking lady, tall and well built, who wore conservative tweed skirts and sensible shoes and belonged to the Womens Institute. With her hair in a bun she looked like the archetypal schoolmistress from about 1950. Despite her daunting appearance she was a likeable and kind lady albeit somewhat strict who instructed that I address her as aunty dearest, which initially I found acutely embarrassing.

About a year later I was almost expelled from school after being discovered in possession of cigarettes and alcohol with several other sixth form boys. My aunt, or mummy, was furious and I was punished by being put back into short grey trousers for a weekend and receiving my first ever bare bottom spanking. It was a complete shock and a singularly awful experience imposed to remind me I was still a child and that children were not allowed to smoke and drink. Thankfully I was allowed to remain indoors and avoided the agony of being seen in public.

My aunt must have realised the effectiveness of her treatment and repeated it ten months on when I arrived home very late without permission shortly before I left school at 18. I then started work and was put me back into short trousers for a weekend whenever she felt my behaviour was sufficiently bad which was once or twice a year.

At 22 I was still living at home when I started dating my first girlfriend, a 19 year old trainee teacher whom I will call Ellen. She and my aunt got on amazingly well and I found myself resenting the fact that she treated Ellen much more as a adult than she did me. They seemed to become close confidants and I resented being left out.

A few months after Ellen and I had met I found myself subject to another weekend in short trousers for the first time in well over a year. My crime was to have foolishly stolen money from my aunt's purse which she soon discovered and forced me to admit my guilt. She said nothing but immediately upon arriving home from work the following Friday I was taken to my bedroom and dressed in the usual outfit consisting of a pair of very short grey trousers with long grey socks and black sandals together with a school pullover and grey shirt and school tie. I knew I would wear these clothes until I was put to bed at seven o'clock. 

My aunt had always included early bedtimes and being undressed downstairs before being put into my pyjamas as part of my little boy punishment.

Following the same routine of previous punishment weekends, before I was sent to bed, my aunt took me across her lap and gave my bottom a particularly painful spanking over her lap with her slipper.

She was a strong woman with strong arms and I knew better than to resist and end up being punished even more severely. But my sore red bottom paled into insignificance when the next afternoon without warning my girlfriend arrived to view my predicament. It was not a chance visit. I later discovered she had been told in advance of my chastisement and had been invited to see the "naughty boy" for herself.

Ellen ridiculed me without pity and ordered me to call her Miss Ellen as she was an adult and I was now a child, nothing more than a little boy in her eyes. My aunt had told her everything about how I was treated and Ellen seemed determined to humiliate me to the utmost. It was only with the greatest difficulty that I managed to avoid bursting into tears. 

That evening at six thirty I suffered the further indignity of being told in front of my amused girlfriend that it was time little boys were in bed and having my aunt undress me while Ellen was sent to retrieve my pyjamas. 

Ellen took great pleasure in mocking me as,"such a sweet little boy," as aunty buttoned me into my blue striped pyjamas. 

They each took one of my hands and lead me up the stairs to my bedroom and tucked me into bed at seven o'clock. 

As I later lay in bed, I could hear my two tormentors laughing as they doubtless chatted about my predicament.

Not surprisingly, Ellen ended our relationship the following week but continued to remain good friends with my aunt and to visit the house. From then on she always talked to me as though I was small child and continued to make me call her Miss Ellen and teased me as I sat in my pyjamas. She would insist my aunt put me to bed as early as possible so that she and my now very much ex-girlfriend could have a grown-up conversation without the presence of a naughty little boy.

Adrian

Dear Adrian

Thank you for your letter, you don't say how recently this all occurred. I hope you are still being made to wear short trousers and being put to bed at seven o'clock in your striped pyjamas. Perhaps you could ask, politely of course, if aunty dearest or Miss Ellen could write to me and update us on your current age and if you are still being treated like a little boy.

Nanny Smackbottom

Sissy Babykins Spanked (Image courtesy of Dave Lomas)

Oh dear. It looks like Sissy Babykins has upset his nurse by refusing to go potty. She spanks his thighs for him and informs him that if nature can't take its course then she will have to force the issue. Sissy Babykins dislikes enemas being administered and begs for a second chance to perform. Nurse however has made up her mind. Babykins will be thoroughly cleaned every afternoon for a week, then put him into his jimjams and tucked straight into his cot for sleepy-byes time at 5pm.

Pyjamaed, Spanked and Humiliated

Dear Nanny Smackbottom

I remember a previous post that advocated the disciplinary measure of early bedtimes after a sound spanking. When my husband greatly oversteps the mark I also resort to such methods. I thought your readers may enjoy seeing and hearing about his punishment. On this occasion we were on our way out to the theatre when his outrageous flirting with the taxi driver began to anger me. I ordered her to turn back telling my husband that he had just earned himself a spanking and an early bedtime instead of an evening out. He tried to bluff and joke his way out of the situation but his blushing face was just the beginning. I ushered him back into the house and ordered him upstairs, asking the somewhat bewildered young lady driver to wait in the living room. In no time I had him dressed in his 'naughty boy' jim-jams, his yellow bunny rabbit winceyette pyjamas and draped him childishly over my knee for a well deserved spanking with my strap.

After his spanking I made him crawl along the landing with his reddened bottom on display where I made him say 'night night' to the waiting young lady. He was then tucked into bed. I resumed my journey explaining my discipline methods to the young lady who was very interested in hearing how I punish my husband as one would an unruly little boy. I greatly enjoyed my evening out and upon my return I am pleased to report that he was sleeping soundly.

Katherine


Dear Katherine

I think your punishment method is excellent. You should invite the young female taxi driver over for dinner, one prepared and served by your husband wearing his "naughty boy pyjamas".  Afterwards you could instruct her on how to deliver a well deserved warming of a naughty boy's bottom. Perhaps then she may be interested in babysitting for you so that you can attend the theatre more often in peace, either alone or with someone more deserving of your company.

Nanny Smackbottom 

Aunty takes over from the Ladies who Spank

Stephen has been changed into his Teddy Bear winceyette pyjamas for his final spanking before bedtime. Aunty takes off her slippers and uses them to ensure Stephen will have to sleep on his tummy. Eventually Aunty tugs up his pyjamas and makes him thank the Ladies who Spank for smacking his naughty bottom for him then kisses them night-night. Aunty takes his hand and they wave him off to beddy-byes at 5 pm.

The Ladies Who Spank Wait Expectantly For The Spanking Hour To Begin

Mrs Hardacre, Miss Golightly, Miss Sandhurst and Mrs Bottomley wait patiently for Stephens corner time placarding to finish at four o'clock before they can begin spanking him. Stephen can expect to go across each of the ladies laps several times before his spanking hour is up and he is sent to bed.

Nanny Smackbottom teaches naughty twins a lesson. A great image sent to me from Dave Lomas.

When the terrible twins went to stay with Nanny Smackbottom they were certain they would be able do as they please. After all, what could an elderly Nanny of all people do to prevent their reign of disobedience?

Well, they soon discovered that Nanny Smackbottom was a strict advocate of pyjama and early bedtime discipline.

They quickly found themselves regressed to toddler status as Nanny fastened the siblings into nappies and dressed them in plastic pants and drop seat footed pyjamas, having them ready for beddy-byes by 4 pm.

Philip refused to use the potty Nanny had kindly provided and subsequently he was left in soiled nappies to teach him who was in charge.

Felicity had her drop seat jim-jams unfastened and her bottom soundly smacked for having a tantrum when Nanny put pretty ribbons in her hair. Corner time followed for the naughty girl.

Nanny Smackbottom will climb the stairs at 5.30 with two bottles of baby milk and clean nappies, change Philip then tuck the terrible twins into bed sucking contentedly on their dummies.

A sixteen year old boy is tormented at the hands of his mum and younger sisters. This was sent to me by someone who wishes to remain anonymous.

Reflections

Part One – Sunday The day It All Began 

(A short story based upon a segment from A Burst Ball by and dedicated to Luc Holly)

Getting my own way was typical for I am now 16 years of age, and a friend of Luc and Alain. I did not at all accept the plight they endured of a change of venue in their lifestyle, nor would I have allowed anyone to do that to me; so I resorted to chide and berate both of them in front of others, despite the fact they were my friends, and I enjoyed having a good laugh at their expense. Little did I know that I should have left well enough alone… 

One of my first exposures to this was on one summer day when we playing table tennis outside at my home with Michelle, Alain’s girlfriend, and Patricia, Luc’s girlfriend, my sisters, and 10 year old Kevin, a neighbor. Isabel and Christelle came for both Alain and Luc, to escort them back home, because it was bedtime for them, since they had guests over for lunch. I just couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Both boys humbly though reluctantly, submitted to the wishes of their moms and excused themselves for the day, leaving with their little sisters; so I teased and tormented them over it, until mom called me to get into bed also. I was appalled as that never happened before and I spent the rest of the day in bed for misbehavior towards my friends. That was the only time, that is, until now… 

It was Sunday morning and I arrived downstairs for breakfast, facing both pestilent little moppets, Beatrice (8) and Tina (12); who were discussing their day with mom.  They ignored me for the moment as mom told them to be ready promptly at 10am; for they were invited for lunch at Janine’s cottage with her daughter Isabelle (12), Michelle (17)(Alain’s girlfriend), and her mom, Patricia, (Luc’s girlfriend) and her mom and Sonia, Luc’s mom, and her daughter Christelle (10). 

Janine spoke to my mom by telephone yesterday to invite both her and the three of us, though she hinted that neither Luc nor Alain would be present.  Mom was inquisitive and asked many questions, all of which Janine eagerly answered in detail. She was enthralled that the discipline problems with both boys had been resolved with so simple a method. She shared her conversation with my sisters just before I came down to breakfast and although I wasn’t aware, the wheels of fate were turning against me. 

-“Our host, Janine told me that lunch today would be both relaxing and harmonious; it certainly will be a pleasant change…!”  (Winking at both girls)

Tina and Beatrice both sniggered contemptuously, for they were well aware of the   refreshing new changes in the routine already in place at Janine’s cottage. 10 year old Christelle (14 year old Luc’s sister) and 12 year old Isabelle (17 year old Alain’s sister) who first told them of the benefits and advantages of an early bedtime schedule for their older brothers, in order to ensure a peaceful and quiet house-hold. Their moms were so grateful to have such demure, prim and fussy young daughters whose faces radiated with satisfaction whenever they were called upon to “help” with their older brothers; of whom they were often left in charge of. If the boys were obliged with a regular early bedtime schedule, their little sisters had no restrictions, for each little girl was revered by their respective mothers. The girls exerted their authority to make sure that their brothers were strictly supervised, and meticulously attended to the procedures taught by their moms, as they put their older brothers to bed as punishment as well. They were most delighted to accommodate their mother’s wishes and reveal their superior mindset over the boys, while patronizing and bossing them around as retribution. On the other hand, the older boys were of course, annoyed and opposed to their little sisters treating them like babies; but they could do nothing for their moms held the girls in such high esteem. 

As I started to enjoy breakfast, I chose to disregard the giddy babbling of my little sisters; in fact, it annoyed me.  My thoughts were on other, more pleasant matters, such as an afternoon of hanging out with my friends without these two holy terrors around; so I could do as I wanted, when I wanted, and for once I would finally have an afternoon of freedom.  Mom however, was discontent with my sullen mood and regarded it as impudence on my part towards my sisters. The look on her face delighted them; as I took no notice, for I was too busy thinking about my day, and apparently so was my sisters… 

The conversation gradually shifted, and I could clearly see that Tina had some ulterior motive, but being the elder, for once I decided that I would not be a victim in any attempt by her to provoke me, therefore I evaded her; however, sensing my revulsion only proved to intensify her snobbish tone.  

-“Luc and Alain are now put to bed before guests arrive, did you know that mom?” Tina bursts out cheerfully.

-“Oh really?”

-“Yes!...And that includes when both sisters entertain their friends, and feel more at peace this way!” she added laughingly.

-“Well I guess then, you won’t have any chums to help tease and annoy us this afternoon, Francois!” Beatrice scoffed. 

-“Oh!...Too, too bad for you, poor Francois!” Tina adds with demure sarcasm.

-"Well it seems mom, that Luc was often cranky with some guests of Christelle's this past week, and she told me her mom had enough; and decided that bed was the best place for him, so the girls could have peace and quiet with him in bed asleep. That certainly put an end to his annoying behavior towards them”. Tina replied excitedly, and added. “Everyone benefits for it!” 

-“I’ll bet Christelle and her friends benefit the most!” mimics Beatrice, as Tina continues.

-“Oh yes of course! What little sister would want her sulking older brother up and about teasing and annoying, when he could be in bed sleeping?” 

-“Not me, that’s for sure!” Beatrice burst out in giggles.

-“Not me neither!” Tina joyously replies.

-“Besides, we both know (Tina winks) that Luc often provoked both her and Isabelle” Tina replies disdainfully, adding with scorn, ”and that he was most annoying to her, even in our presence, just once too, too often”. 

-“And now whenever he argues with her….” Beatrice boasts.

-“To bed he goes!” laughed Tina, “and his sister doesn’t mind at all!”

-“It does him good”. Beatrice giggles adding, “and everyone else too!”

-“Plenty of sleep is good for older naughty boys…” Tina muses with certainty.

-“Haha, they can’t tease and torment us young girls if they are sound asleep!” Beatrice adds laughingly. 

-“It seems older boys act just like big babies, don’t they?” Mom jests, as both girls burst out in snickers and giggles. 

“Christelle says that it is more peaceful now whenever they have company, without the presence of a cranky older baby!” Tina jests. (all laugh)

It was then that Tina turned to me, gloating, and in a patronizing descent from her demure personality, confronted me:

-“What do you think Francois?” She curiously inquires.

-“I don’t know, I guess they deserve it…” I state pretentiously.

-“They deserve it??...Your chums??...I see!” a not so astonished Tina reacts, then badgers him indignantly, “Hmmm, did someone wake up grouchy?...” 

-“Ha Ha, my brother is a like a big grumpy baby…” leers Beatrice.

-“Of course, Chris and Isa told us much, much more about their nasty older brothers, mom!” Tina states graciously and poised, adding to my irritation. 

-“Yes, much more, as they are just grumpy little babies, just like Francois; older, but no wiser…hahahahahaha…” Beatrice scoffs.

-“Oh I agree Bea! Perhaps at lunch this afternoon, we can discuss that”. Mom adds with a hearty outburst of ironic laughter.

-“Those…er…uh…er.. “gamines” often provoked their brothers, only their moms didn’t believe them……” Francois states nervously.

“Oh so now your friends were just?... How very, very cheeky!” growled Tina.

-“Oh he says one thing then another Tina” Bea scoffs. “Francois must overtired, then perhaps??” 

-“They are sinister little plagues I tell you!” Francois shouts angrily. “Scheming, pestilent tarts!...Ugh!...All little girls are…!” Francois states angrily.

-“Plagues and tarts?... What a horrid thing to say!.. You’re beyond cheeky Francois!!!” Beatrice outraged and disgusted, shouts at him.  “MOM!”

-“Don’t worry girls!...That sulkiness will cost him dearly if he keeps it up” Mom sternly warns, adding, “An older boy like you Francois, should be able to take a little teasing from little girls, and if it persists, since you are the elder, then you deserve to be punished”.

-“Oh we totally agree!” both girls shout.

-“It is therefore best for everyone!” Mom adds with a sneer.

-“Especially for Chris and Isa!...Plagues indeed!!!!” both girls exclaim in joyous delight, followed by a sneer of contempt towards their older brother. 

Despite the taunts of ridicule and mockery, it seemed pointless to argue, since mom already made it clear that I should be more tolerant with these pestilent gamines.

-“Since his chums are in bed, Tina; why would Francois want to accompany us to lunch at all then?...” Beatrice contemptuously murmurs. 

-“ Oh, to tease and provoke us of course!...” Tina scoffs. 

-“My point exactly!...” Beatrice accedes with an outcry of laughter. 

-“Well I would like to be far away from the two of you for awhile, that’s for sure!!!...” I state with bitterness and resentment, much to the pleasure of my overbearing little sisters. 

-“That can be arranged brother dear, oh yes it certainly can!” growls Tina.

-“He should be treated like Luc and Alain…” recommends Beatrice.

Tina made her point; Beatrice the recommendation, their faces all aglow with smiles of pure delight; and of course mom nodding in agreement. My tantrum of irritability and resentment instantly turned to resigned hopelessness…

-“I’m sorry mom…er…uh…but.., Tina and Beatrice provoked me…”

-“Oh a big boy like you?...You are a foolish one Francois!” mom scolds derisively. 

“I said I am…er…uh I’m sorry, mom??” I mumbled meekly, bowing my head in shame, at an attempt to gain in mom’s good grace.

-“See how he rubs his eyes?...” Bea discerns closely. 

-“Oh is my baby brother over-tired?...” Tina coos in sugary-sweet contempt of her older brother.

-“Well then, someone needs a nap, don’t you think?...” Beatrice replies smugly. 

-“So that explains why big brother is so cheeky then!” Tina observes mockingly.

-“And he did say he wanted to be far away from both of us, isn’t that right Tina!” Beatrice teases contemptuously.

-“I guess there is only one place for him to go then, isn’t that right mom??...” Tina sniggers. 

-“Of course! His day is already finished for his impudence” states mom solemnly.

-“Cranky babies belong in bed” Beatrice bursts out in laughter.

-“But?....mom?....”

-“Oh yes I agree; and that’s that Francois!...” Tina banters back at Francois.

-“But I did nothing…but…alright, I’m sorry….”

-“It’s too late for you to apologize, Francois! Mom ascertains. “You can be irritated and angry all you want, that is your choice; But I shall put you to bed as my choice, and before we leave so that you can be irritated and angry all you want, all alone, and in your bed!...”

-“Bu…u…ut…er…uh…um…no, no, no, no, please no mom??...”

-“At least we will know where you are and why; and to prevent you from annoying everyone at lunch, and finally to remove the distraction of being with your incorrigible friends and getting into mischief” Mom declares serenely, adding “This way is best for everyone”.

-“Oh No!” I shout protesting and defiantly.  

-“Oh yesss!...” Tina howls joyously.

-“Bea, please tell mom you would rather have me up, oh please??..” I plead .

-“No!...To bed now Francois!” Bea boasts without empathy, folding her arms in defiant jubilation, and smugly retorting with indignant superiority and disregard for her older brother’s desires, adding, it will be better for you!”…

“Yes much better, especially for us! Tina decrees with ridicule, adding, “it serves you right cheeky boy!” It appeared mom had just about enough as she stood up.

-“March upstairs now Francois!..” mom retorts as she grabs me by the ear, twisting it so I stand up and I am paraded out of the room. “It’s beddy-bye time for you, and that’s that!...”

-“Aw!! Is it night-night time already big brother?...” Tina teased. 

-“You will benefit from a good long sleep in bed Francois!..” mom replies.

-“ Oh yessss…!!” both girls shriek in unison, gloating with joyous grins of utter delight, adding, “And we’ll benefit too!!”. 

-“That’s not fair, I tell you, no, not at all, I’m too old for this….OW stop it mom!, that hurts!...” I cry out babyishly. “Ow, I’m not done with break….”

-“Upstairs and straight to bed now!”… mom commands.

Tina and Beatrice followed us closely behind, clapping their hands, laughing and mimicking me, their outraged, cranky older brother in a contradictory manner.

-“Oh please put me to bed mom; I am so, so cranky, boo, hoo, hoo!” mimics Tina.

-“Oh please, I just want to be far away from my bossy sisters! But not bed, oh no not that!...Waa, waa, waa…” shouts Beatrice joyously.

As I was being led upstairs, both pestilent gamines continued their barrage of baby-like teasing and patronizing me, accompanied by shrill, contemptuous laughter, amidst mom’s smirk of sheer amusement’ .

-“It will be so quiet without you at lunch Francois!” Tina scoffs.

-“Yes that alone is a blessing!...” Beatrice adds sarcastically. 

-“Please oh no, not that!...no, no, no!...”

-“Oh yes that!...It’s the only thing that works and that which gives us peace!”

Beatrice retorts in a domineering aura. 

-“Bu..bu…er…uh..mom?..Please don’t…no…no…no..I don’t wanna…”

-“Well that’s what we want, and that’s where your going!”…mom jeered.

Both girls exhibited an aura of stuck-up poise and pretentious superiority towards me, because they were allowed…and my temperament was growing from their tirade of taunts, but if I reacted, I would be punished, not them!...

-“One more word, just one…and you will stay in bed by day all of next week….” is all mom says. 

-“Say something Francois, please do….” Taunts Tina.

-“I don’t wanna go to bed, I don’t wanna, waa,waa,waa,waa, boo hoo hoo for me!...” Beatrice busts out in laughter. 

We reach the top of the stairs and mom guides me towards my bedroom, as I feel somewhat resigned to a deep feeling of hopelessness for my situation; I think of my friends and the plans we had made for this afternoon, and I won’t be able to tell them. I wonder about my date with my girl-friend this evening and if I will even be allowed to see her; and lastly, how was I drawn into my little sister’s trap, resulting in my demise…  

It’s not fair to have to go to bed mid-morning and to be deprived of my freedom to do as I please, but that is my lot. It is so utterly devastating to be punished to bed by day; it is annoying, boring and more so, because it is sunny outside, while the children of the neighborhood are enjoying themselves. Why even little babies are not in bed yet! I never thought mom would ever do this to me, and I blame Alain and Luc. I say nothing, lest mom kept good her threat, trying still to ignore the relentless teasing of my bossy and overbearing little sisters:

-“Move faster Francois. We haven’t all day you know…!”

-“Yes, of course it’s you’re beddy-bye time; you’re too cranky to stay up…!”

-“Time to sleep, well for you anyway Francois…!”

-“It serves you right, you cranky big baby…!”

-“Did you know sleep is best for cranky babies…?”

-“Oh our visit will be so peaceful without you annoying us…!”

-“No, we won’t miss having you around. We are happier with you in bed….!”

-“Yes!...That’s better for an older misbehaving boy like you, and not for good little girls like us…!” Beatrice jeers.

-“Shall we tell your girlfriend you can’t see her tonight, well…???” Tina snickers.

-“I doubt she would miss him Tina. She certainly will agree that bed is a better place for him!” Beatrice bellows with joy, seeing my look of bewilderment and wonderment.

-“Then you had better behave and go straight to sleep and be very still, or we’ll ask mom to make you stay in bed for the entire afternoon and miss dinner, your favorite TV shows, and your girlfriend…!!!” Beatrice warns mockingly.

I say nothing!...Once in my room, mom immediately takes control and marches me to the corner, sensing my increased anger and annoyance. 

-“Hands on your head Francois! Stand very still here until I tell you different”. Mom so orders and adds, “We need to hurry along girls, it’s almost time to leave for Janine’s cottage and we don’t want to be late!”

-“Of course mom!...” Tina replies happily, what can we do to help??”

-“You can select your brother’s bed attire from my room!” mom smiled.

-“Oh yes! Come on Bea, let’s go!”

Mom opened the window a bit and turned on my bedside lamp. She also set up a baby monitor, an idea obtained from Janine, to help supervise me, so that if I awake, make noise, attempt to get up and out of bed, or remove my bedcovers, they would be alerted of my disobedience. The girls thought it was appropriate since they insist that I act like a big baby anyway. Then mom pulled back the bedcovers and fluffed the pillows; while I remained glued to the corner like a bad little baby.

-“Turn around Francois. It’s time to get you ready for bed, and don’t dilly-dally or you will be punished”.

I stood before her with apprehension as she removed my shirt, pulled down my trousers and underwear and pushed me onto the bed in one quick motion. 

-“Please don’t let those two see me like this mom?.. Mom??...” I pleaded.

-“You should be ashamed Francois acting like a little baby in front of your little sisters, tsk, tsk!...Well then they should see their big baby brother just like you are…a baby! That should teach you a lesson or two!”

She pulled off my shoes and socks and then my trousers and underwear. I was now naked and humiliated, as mom continued to berate me, just as both sisters entered the room…. 

-“Look what we found for you to wear in bed today Francois??” Tina jeers!

-“See they're nice and cosy, and girlish of course,” they giggled in unison.

Much to my dismay, Tina held up a pair of pink winceyette pyjamas with a teddy bear pattern for me to wear in bed, while I did my best to cover myself in shame. I knew that both Luc and Alain were subjected to this type of nightwear, but I was appalled at having to wear them myself. As she dangled them around, laughing along with Beatrice, I stood firm and reluctant. Surely mom wouldn’t allow this; how wrong I was. She willingly handed them to mom and stood back with Beatrice watching intensely.

-“put your arm out Francois! Mom so orders. 

In doing so, my privates were exposed and both girls glanced and giggled hysterically, making me red with shame.

-“You will look so girlish in your pyjamas, let’s just see now!”

Mom buttoned me into the pyjama top, she checked the fit by fixing the shoulders and smoothed the pyjama jackets Peter Pan collar to remove any wrinkles and checking the length. It was just long enough to cover my privates, and I was somewhat relieved when mom stepped me into the pyjama bottoms to hide my embarrassment.

I looked downcast with shame, as mom held up my chin and looking at me:

-“You will now apologize to your sisters Francois!”

I balked at having to apologize to both girls quite a bit younger than myself, one by 5 years, and the other by 8 years for doing nothing wrong! My anger and disapproval showed as I folded my arms, shrugged my shoulders and grunted. That proved to be a mistake!...

-“But..er…mom??” I pleaded. 

She smacked me very hard on my behind, as I jumped and screamed, “OUCH”, and as my sisters sniggered and giggled approvingly. 

-“Perhaps Francois needs a good long spanking like a baby mom!” Tina chidingly replied.

-“Spank, spank on your bot-bot, you very bad baby!” Bea scolded sternly.

Without a queue or warning, mom sat on the bed and took me across her lap, forcing my arm behind my back to prevent interference and scolded me, just as Tina handed her a long handled stiff bristled brush…

-“I think this will be an effective reminder for you to behave and do as you’re told in the future Francois…!!” mom sneered.

-“Oh-Oh!!!!...Someone is about to get a red cheeky behind!...” Bea laughed.

-“Shall I pull down his pyjamas, mom?” Tina demurely inquired.

-“Yes of course!” mom replied happily.

Then mom began to spank me briskly and hard across my bare bottom, her hand locked onto my wrist preventing me from getting in the way. She kept it up non-stop, scolding me like a baby, as I wept real tears, and in front of my bossy sisters who enjoyed my whimpering and agony. As each swat reddened my bottom, it became more sensitive, increasing my tears and vocal protests. I wriggled uselessly as the girls grabbed my legs and helped to hold me down. It was so humiliating getting a spanking at my age in front of those evil gamines!...

-“You should be ashamed Francois; an older boy being spanked wearing his pink pyjamas by his mom in front of his little sisters, like a baby, tsk, tsk!!!!”

-“Francois’s bottomt looks alike a big red tomato, haha!” Beatrice clapped with joy.

-“I am much younger than you Francois, and I have never been spanked, but you are older and getting spanked, because you’re a baby, a big, big baby!” Beatrice sniggers. 

-“Now I ask you only once more Francois. Are you ready to apologize to your sweet sisters?” mom asks, letting up on the paddling for a moment. I nod my head reluctantly, as mom allows me up, but forbidding me to rub my tender behind.

-“Stand up straight, hands at your side and look straight at your dear sweet sisters and beg for forgiveness!!” mom ordered. 

With my head bowed in shame, and humiliated beyond words, I reluctantly stood before my giggling sisters.

-“I’m sorry Tina!...I’m sorry Beatrice!”….I whispered.

Tina placed her fingers under my chin and forced my head up, jeering straight at me.

-“On your knees now simpleton, and look up at us!” Tina commanded. 

-“I’m sorry Tina!...I’m sorry Beatrice!....”

-“There that’s much better” Tina ordered mockingly, as both girls beamed with eerie delight, enjoying my comeuppance, adding, “Now go to bed!”. 

-“Into bed now Francois!...” mom commanded, “No, on your stomach. You’re not in bed to be comfortable you know!” 

As I lay on my pillow, I realized they were going to be true to their word and keep me here…as I made my feelings known as I bantered, and Tina put me in my place every time as mom and Beatrice listened with amusement.

-“I don’t deserve this!.. I mumble.

-“Oh yes you do!” Tina taunts.

-“I cannot stay in bed, I hate sleeping….” 

-“You can, stay in bed that is and you will!...”

-“Please let me up…!!”

-“No!...We want you to stay in bed, and that’s that Francois!!!!...”

-“I’ll be good, I promise!”…

-“Oh, we know you will, now that you’re in bed…”

-“But I’m not tired…”

-“You will be, you’ll see”

-“What about my friends and lunch?”

-“No friends and no lunch!”

-“Mom??.....” Tina sighs.

-“No more backtalk from you now Francois!, mom adds sternly.

-“You may close his curtains now Beatrice! That’s enough sunlight for him for one day!...mom orders.

-My pleasure!” Beatrice demurely replies. 

-“I don’t care if he ever sees daylight for yet a long time, if putting him to bed gives us peace and quiet, then I’m all for it!...” Tina jeers, then gathers up all my clothes and takes them to the hall closet. 

The sounds of a beautiful summer day emanated from the window, now slightly ajar, so I could be deeply humiliated for not being up and dressed like the little children below. Bea closed the shutters, then lowered the shades and closed the lined curtains very tightly. The only light into the room was from the bedside lamp and the natural daylight from the hall corridor. 

-“Since you are still very, very cranky and sulky towards Tina, I will give you something to make you calm down and go to sleep” mom sternly stated.

-“Sleep?....I can’t…I can’t…..”

-“Yes SLEEP, You are not allowed to stay awake, and misbehave!”

-“Oh yesss….” Beatrice hissed.

-“It’s what we want Francois!!!!” Tina jeered.

-”We don’t care what you want, you’re a nuisance already!” Bea gloats.

Mom took a medicated suppository from the jar she had placed on the bedside stand and unwrapped it, spreading my tender red cheeks and inserting it deeply, as I groaned, under the watchful eyes of both holy terrors!

-“One is not enough, mother!” Beatrice moaned. 

-“I agree! He is really cranky with us!....”Tina nodded approvingly.

-“Well of course, we can’t have him wake up any time soon, can we girls??”  mom sneered.

-“Oh no mom!.. I know I wouldn’t!” Tina scoffs. “And only sleep will make him behave, lots and lots of it for a very long, long time…” She added in abject mockery. 

Mom unwrapped yet a second suppository and inserted it deeply, then gave me a swat on my tender, red buttocks.

-“Your monitor is set, so I had not better hear any noise from this room!”

She turned off my lamp and warned me one last time, before kissing me on the forehead…Then tucked me in completely up to my neck with assistance from the girls.  I felt so humiliated and miserable. I wanted this to end, and it did…

-“It’s beddy-bye time for you now Francois; girls kiss your baby brother and let’s go, it’s 9:20am and time…”

Each sister kissed me on the forehead, grinning with happiness….

-“Sleep wisely and have nice dreams!” Beatrice demurely whispers.

-“Good…er…uh.. afternoon…” I stammered nervously.

-“Good afternoon??... Oh I think not!! Good night is better and that is only for you big brother, in any case NOT for us!” Tina cheekily replied.

-“Oh right then! We will stay up late, perhaps well past midnight and we will enjoy a good long day yet, that’s for sure!...” Beatrice boasts joyously.

Both girls join mom at the door, with an aura of arrogance, continuing their taunts as they proceeded to leave, followed by mom who simply closed then locked the door, leaving me in the gloomy darkness, most conducive for a deep sleep. They continued to laugh and talk about me in the hall, before heading back downstairs, their footsteps and laughter quickly fading…

I lay in bed on my stomach, very uncomfortable, angry, and bored at my situation, in the complete silence of my lightless room of punishment. I was quite annoyed as I heard  mom and my bossy sisters getting ready for their visit, and humiliated because I was punished by my domineering little sisters who were still up and fully dressed, doing as they please, without any restrictions, while I the oldest, was tucked into bed as punishment; then I heard the sounds of a beautiful summer day from the narrow opening in my window; birds chirping, bicycles ridden by young children, laughing, shouting, crying, cars driving by, adults conversing, balls bouncing, and everyone getting ready for lunch… My feelings were prolonged when I noticed a brief ray of sunshine peak through the curtains, reminding me of a beautiful day I was forced to miss.

Then my feelings became mixed and I felt deep sorrow, shame and remorse, hoping that somehow they would come back upstairs and let me up, but that didn’t happen. Instead, and true to their word, they deliberately forgot about me, because I was expected to sleep and nothing more, and they wouldn’t want to disturb that!...

My thoughts were interrupted by loud, shrill shrieks of laughter from outside on the patio, just below my window, where my sisters were now talking to some of the neighborhood children, probably telling them I was put to bed as punishment because of them, and their intense laughter told me they so approved! 

Mom joined the girls on the patio below, and I couldn’t make out what was being said, but I am sure I was the topic. Their voices though faint, made it difficult to hear them, and were specially muffled from their derisive laughter. It sounded like Beatrice and Tina were trying their best to convince mom to keep me in bed all day, but I had hoped I was wrong!...

Shortly, their voices faded as they were well on their way to Janine’s cottage as I tossed and turned trying so desperately to stay awake and angry that mom gave me several medicated suppositories, to ensure a quick and undisturbed sleep, against my will….

From time to time, some neighboring children would stop by under my window and taunt me with shouting and mockeries as they walked by, making my stay in bed even more miserable, just as my sisters had intended…

Mom and my sisters arrived home about 1:30pm, and instantly both girls went upstairs to check on me, the receiver still attached to Tina’s belt. Of course I was still sound asleep, that is until the door opened and Tina hovered over me, shaking her head with a disapproving grin. 

-“You were supposed to be asleep Francois!.....tsk, tsk!!!” She vented.

-“Yes, you were told….” added Beatrice disgustingly.

I was groggy, and half-asleep and in bed since 9:20 am, and extremely miserable, so I did not welcome the holy terror of brats, my sisters, who would say I was crankier than before, and of course mom would agree. 

-“I was asleep, until you two woke me up!” I bellowed out indignantly.

-“Oh my, are we still a bit cranky yet baby brother, hmmm??” Tina cooed and tickled me under the chin, kissed me on the check and added, “Go back to sleep then”.

-“No, no…no…please wait…..” I whispered. 

-“Right then, let’s go tell mom Bea!...” Tina sneered angrily.

-“Bu…ut…..no…..come back….I’m sorry, don’t tell…”

-“Oh do I detect a wittle pout of submission from my baby brother, hmmm?” Tina purrs with an air of snobbery. 

-“Let’s go Tina!!....” Beatrice banters, and adds. “It’s too late now for you to be up anyway, Francois!” 

They both turn away and leave the room, closing the door, before I can respond. I hear footsteps on the stairs and I assume….(meanwhile)…Outside of my room, I hear distinct voices, shrill laughter, and then the door reopened and in walked mom; then I felt remorse. 

-“Francois!!...You were told to sleep, and yet your sisters found you wide awake. Is that true??.....Mom glared at me angrily. 

-“No mom!...I was asleep, I was, really!!...I only awoke when….”

-“Tsk, tsk, tsk!...you naughty miscreant!!” Tina sniggered; and now mom was provoked to anger..

-“I put you to bed because you were very cranky and disrespectful to your sisters and you needed to calm down; your crankiness indicates your sisters were right…”

-“Bu…u…u…ut!...”

-“That’s enough already!...” Mom hisses.

-“I…er…uh…they are wrong…”

-“No! You are wrong, and so you will stay in bed for the rest of the day now , you need your rest!” mom stated seriously adding, “don’t you agree girls??”

-“Yes! He’s too sulky mom” Beatrice sweetly replies.

-“ Oh yes; and he’s too, too irritable to be allowed up!!” Tina sneered. 

-“But why mom?...” I pleaded.

-“You blamed the girls when you knew they were right and you’re still very, very cranky, that’s why!...” mom replied sternly, adding “That’s why I brought you a snack, so your dear sisters can get you ready….”

Beatrice opened up the curtains and raised the shades, and then the shutters, allowing a flood of sunlight to enter my pitch-black bedroom, as I cover my eyes from the brilliance.

-“Oh look Bea, our baby brother doesn’t like the light!” Tina scoffs. 

-“Oh don’t worry Francois!...We will make it dark again shortly!” Bea adds grinning.

Beatrice then orders me to sit upright, as she lowers my bedcovers, and sets my pillows upright behind me so I can sit up properly. Next she ties a baby’s bib around my neck that  says, “I’M A BIG BABY”, especially made for me by Christelle and Isabelle.

-“Since you were so nasty to your sisters, each one will feed you!” mom states.

-“Oooh! It smells so yucky mom, what is it!” Bea grimaces.

“-Baby formula!” mom replies grinning.

-“Ugh! I’m glad I don’t have to drink this wretched sour smelling stuff, but you do Francois!...Bea bemused adding, “Oh and it's good and right for you!”

-“Bea, you may feed him first, since he is always nasty to you!” mom replied.

-“With pleasure mom, with pleasure!...” Bea sneers, as she forces the nipple into my mouth, enjoying my displeasure of that warm, sickly-sweet taste.

-“Finish it all Francois. This is all bad babies get…!hahahaha” Beatrice laughs as she deliberately makes fun of me, forcing me to finish the bottle, Tina is next…

-“That’s right, no din-din for you, you bad, bad babykins!” Tina sneers, and forces the second bottle in my mouth, adding, “Hurry now, we don’t have all night!” She states demurely and annoyed.  

-“I am having my bridge club over early Monday afternoon Francois, and I am very  concerned about your behavior and lack of manners. Mom stated dryly. “If allowed up, you might act cranky, and I want our time together to be fun and without incident”.  

-“Well there is one way to ensure peace!” Tina grins.

-“That’s right mom, and it works…” Bea retorts amused.

I appear mortified as mom speaks, nodding her head in approval with my pestilent sisters…

-“Once again, you girls are right! There is only one way to have peace and quiet, so Francois, you will stay in bed all day tomorrow as well, that is unless you misbehave, and then your bed punishment will certainly be extended!...” Mom concludes, adding, “And Tina is correct; no dinner for you tonight!”

-“But mom??....”

-“Sorry, it’s better to prevent than risk your crankiness towards them”.

-“Good! Now there is more dinner  for us!” Tina jeers.

-“ Especially dessert, strawberry shortcake, yum, yum!” Beatrice shouts with joy. 

-“We can discuss Monday’s schedule for your baby brother downstairs girls, if you would like? Mom grins,  as she notices my distinct displeasure, adding, ” Of course it’s fair Francois, since you always provoke your dear sweet sisters!”

-“Of course we do!” both girls scream in unison.

-“Haha, he has no say in the matter and that’s that!” Tina mused.

-“And Babies do as they are told!” Beatrice bellows enthusiastically.

-“So do you girls have some ideas about Francois’s schedule?”

-“I know I do, for sure!” Beatrice busts out, holding the baby bottle in place, so I cannot respond. 

-“Of course I do; only Francois might not like my ideas!” Tina jeers. 

-“Oh too bad; too bad for him!” Bea gloats. 

My hopes for seeing my girlfriend tonight vanished. I was to stay in bed all of today and tomorrow before I could even get up. Meanwhile, my pestilent sisters could watch TV, see their friends, enjoy regular meals and do as they please during the long sunny days of summer; since I would be kept in bed and deprived of all activities but sleep, not fair!!! Tina closed the shades and curtains once more, adding to my misery and my bedtime began promptly at 1:55pm!....

-“It will surely be very calm around here for awhile” Tina laughed, adding, “Isn’t that great??...”

-“Oh it will be, that’s for sure, it most certainly is!!” Bea shouted with joy. 

-“Too bad you will miss your TV shows tonight, Francois” Tina jeered.

-“But that’s right for you!....” Bea mocks.

I wanted to scream out in disagreement, but only mumbled pathetically: 

-“The girls often provoke me and then I am put to bed. That’s just not fair!.... And I was supposed to see my girlfriend tonight, and she will be so upset…”

Mom checked the baby monitor and kissed me on the forehead. 

-“ I put you to bed to deprive you of doing as you please and outside activities, where you surely will do foolish things; so instead close your eyes and rest now”, mom whispers sweetly. 

-“Besides, it’s better with you in bed…” Bea sighs mockingly.

-“Yes, so we can watch our own TV shows”.  Tina added.

-“And we’ll have some friends over too; without you agitating and annoying us!”

-“I don’t think your girlfriend will be as upset as you think Francois; I’m sure she will gladly make other plans for tonight!...” mom adds condescendingly.  

-“Oh I know she will…! I’ll call her shortly…hahahaha…” Tina laughs. 

-“Before we leave, we have something special just for you!” Tina scoffed, as she holds up a pair of earplugs and waves the package in front of me. 

-“See how thoughtful we are of you??... Tina whispers sweetly. Somehow I felt otherwise!

-“Yes we are, and you are just so nasty to us!...”  Bea sneers mockingly, as she places the earplugs in my ears, and kisses me also, then adds,” It’s better that you sleep sound, so you can’t hear us enjoying ourselves; that’s so much better for us!” 

-“And so much more annoying for you, Hahaha!...” Tina scoffs.

-“These earplugs are a “gift” from Isa and Christelle, after we told them you called them plagues; isn’t that sweet of them, Mon Cheri??....” Tina sniggers, and 

adds,” Bea has something for you too!”

-“Hear no evil; now see no evil! Bea bellows scornfully. 

-“Lights out baby brother; this should help you sleep now!” Bea covers my eyes with the satin sleep mask, securing it from behind with the elastic band, and adjusting it in place, kissing me on my forehead, and whispering, “sweet dreams naughty baby..hahaha!”

Both sisters were taking full advantage of their authority, using every waking moment to boss me around, deride, ridicule, tease, torment and provoke me without any retribution, and they knew that I was annoyed, and so they kept it up…

- Tina demurely whispers in sweet baby-like prattle. “Tsk, tsk, shame, shame, NIGHT NIGHT, HAHAHAHA!”

Then my sisters turned away laughing, and before she closed the door, mom added:

-“We have company tonight and remember the monitor is on, so be very quiet and sleep sound or I’ll consider bringing my guests up to see you” Mom whispered. 

As the door was closed and locked, I started to become drowsy and subdued from the medicated formula and my willpower to stay awake was diminishing. I cried and pouted as they left me alone, with delight on their faces; for I can do nothing now, but sleep, while my young sisters will probably stay up well past midnight. I hear the key being turned in the lock, voices, haughty laughter, and then the sound of fading footsteps as mom and my sisters went back downstairs promptly at 2:00pm in the very early afternoon!...

It wasn’t long before I heard obnoxious, loud laughter from most likely those plagues, just outside my window on the patio below playing with their friends. There is too much discerning laughter, it is probably about me, but these dreaded earplugs greatly reduce any chance of hearing what they are laughing about and that angers me, as I slowly doze off into a deep punishment sleep.