Mabel Williamson begins George's Pyjamaring schedule. Part 1.

 'You know George, you are so lucky.  Mrs Sykes-Paterson whom I met last week at the Church Hall  Pyjamaring meeting has kindly donated to me a pair of her husband's old pyjamas so that I may practice some of the techniques on you' 

 

George and .Mabel were retiring to bed when she gestured at a huge pair of old-fashioned Gentleman's pink striped pyjamas that were partly unfolded on the bed.

'At the meeting interval we were chatting over a light Sherry and she brought up the incident where Lionel, her silly husband had inadvertently made rather a mess of his pyjamas by the careless use of bleach when he was cleaning the floors'. 

'After laundering the damaged garments, Mrs SP rather creatively decorated his pyjamas so they resembled  a convict suit and he was henceforth required to wear this whenever undertaking chores so as to teach him a lesson'

'She was appalled to find out that you wore a T shirt and tracksuit bottoms to bed and was adamant that I needed to rectify this'.

 'All males should be expected to wear traditional striped pyjamas in order to begin the process of objectification - they must understand that men only exist to meet the needs of women and you should begin to take control of George and begin this process'

Mabel smoothed down her floor-length thick cotton nightie.  

'I have to say that I do agree with her George and I wish you to get changed into these punishment pyjamas straight away'

Fold up your clothes neatly on the bed, get changed in the bathroom and return wearing these wonderful garments please'

Rather speechless, George stared at the dreadful faded and stained pyjamas that Mrs SP had labelled with a range of humiliating captions. He noted 'Pyjama Slave', 'Punishment trousers' and 'Naughty Boy' with only a cursory glance and wondered what other humiliating labels would appear when they were fully unfolded.

'Well Mabel, I can tell you that I will not be embarrassing myself by donning such ridiculous nightwear' George responded.

'Well George, I can tell you that tonight marks a new chapter in our relationship and you will wear them as instructed or you will never again enjoy the pleasures of the marital bed'

Silenced, George reluctantly  picked up the huge trousers and jacket and the hard unforgiving feel and sharp creases told him that the pyjamas were heavily starched. His heart sank as he trudged into the bathroom. It was a battle to push his legs through the stiff trousers and even when pulled up to his chest the baggy material still hid his feet and the crotch hung at knee level. George did become aware though of a sensation in his groin as his member brushed against the hard striped cotton.

Pulling on the stiff jacket, he sighed as he saw himself in the mirror and then continued to close the buttons up to the neck, which was a challenge as the overlong sleeves continually covered his hands. George noted the jacket that hung to his knees and flapped the sleeves about in a resigned fashion and then caught sight of the bulge that pushed out the front of his new pyjamas. 'Crikey,' he thought, 'Not sure what's going on there'

'George, are you ready yet?'

Harold appeared - a perfect figure of humiliation with the enormous nightwear swamping his frame.  'Now, please stand in the corner and look away as I finish readying for bed- from now on you will face the corner and show modesty at all times unless I expressly give you permission'

The poor man shuffled towards the corner as requested. The starching had turned the suit into the texture of cardboard and the rigid trousers scraped on the bedroom floorboards as George moved into the corner.

'Very well, let's have a look at my new pyjamaed fool - turn around George' ' This is marvellous indeed.' 

Mabel began to read.   'Pyjama Slave', 'Punishment trousers', 'Convict' and look, 'Naughty Boy' she flicked at the jacket collar and nodded approvingly.

'These enormous garments will certainly dampen your ardour!'

Looking at the front of his trousers, she noticed some smaller words ' Caution .......' - 'Oh my goodness, those are not words that I care to utter' - face the wall again immediately George , I need to take a moment'

George duly turned around and resumed the corner time position smirking to himself as he realised that his 'enormous garments' very effectively concealed an 'enormous erection' that was now straining against the confinement of folds of starched winceyette.

'What's this though' Mabel mused to herself as she read the words on the back of the collar. 'Please punish me'

'Did you hear that George? 'please punish me'.  I think we need to get cracking with that instruction don't you?'

 

........to be continued