Sincere apologies for the time taken for the conclusions of this story but as some may know, I have been unwell and indeed twice hospitalised since Christmas, hence the delay. I hope it is worth the wait. B
Miss Kettering ushered a naked Lawrence downstairs.
âNow sit up here,â she said patting the high chair, âthereâs a good Lambikins.â
Miss Kettering spoke as though it was commonplace for a sixteen year old naked boy to be encouraged to sit in a babyâs high chair.
âNo way am I sittingâŚâ She slapped the back of his legs to encourage him as he hesitated before before he reluctantly began climbing up.
Susie delightedly started to record the unfolding scene as she carefully concealed the item Miss Kettering had given her earlier.
Miss Kettering swung the feeding tray closed and locked it into position, with his arms pinioned to his side, the hapless boy was immobilised in the infantile item.
âNow, Lambikins, your sister tells me your mummy has told you several times to get your hair cut but you have constantly disobeyed her, I am about to remedy that.â
Lawrence squirmed in the chair however his bare bottom created a lot of friction with the wooden surface he was sat upon and he had learned to sit still even before Miss Kettering tied a cape around his neck. The cape was pink, and covered in nursery rhyme characters, this dismayed Lawrence even further but he was not prepared for the horror of seeing his straggly locks begin to tumble to the floor.
âNo please, not all of it IâŚ..â
âMiss Kettering says little boys should be seen and not heard,â Susie smugly said as she produced the babyâs dummy Miss Kettering had given her beforehand. Quickly, before he could react, his younger sister popped the dummy into his mouth and stretched the elastic behind his head.
âMmmmpphh,â Lawrence shook his head in a futile attempt to remove the dummy but soon gave up as Miss Kettering delivered two sharp slaps to the inside of his bare legs that resounded with loud smacking noises.
Lambikins squealed, well he would have done were it not for the dummy, instead it was another muffled response of âmmmmpphhâ.
Lawrence was not completely stupid and, aware of the consequences of disobedience, sat compliantly as she wielded a pair of scissors, seconds later Lawrence was the not so proud owner of the kind of haircut that many a five your old would have been disappointed to have.
No sooner had the cape been removed and the remnants of his late lamented hairstyle cleared up, Susie set down in front of Lawrence a large bowl of milk pudding.
Now, if there was one item of food that Lawrence could not abide it was milk pudding, especially stone cold milk pudding.
He stared down at the creamy mass, his dummy moving in and out in rhythm with his breathing.
It was Susie who slid the elastic up and over his head to free him of the babyish accoutrement.
Lawrence had decided to drop his âtough guyâ approach and take a more conciliatory tone.
âLook here,â he began. âItâs been a good laugh, I can take a joke so why donât we all just leave it at that and I promise not to tell mum so you two wonât get into any trouble?â
Upon hearing his words, Miss Kettering raised a querulous eyebrow but smiled to herself as, approaching him from behind, she tied a plain white towelling bib around his neck.
âDin-din time Lambikins,â she said smoothing down the bib with the palm of her hand.
His attitude changed again immediately.
âWhat theâŚ. take this off me at once..no..no stop that.â
Susie stopped recording but not because of his pleading, rather it was so she could push the plastic spoon into the glutinous mass and remove a huge creamy spoonful.
âOpen wide Lambikins, here come the choo-choo train,â Susie intoned in time honoured fashion.
Lawrence attempted to clam his mouth tightly shut but confined the way he was, it was simplicity itself for Susie to pinch his nose and push the dripping spoonful into his mouth, lifting the handle of the spoon she withdrew it while using two fingers to lift up his chin so that the spoon emerged emptied of itâs content, continuing to lift and close his mouth he was forced to swallow the hateful milk pudding.
Susie continued in this fashion for a couple of mote mouthfuls before Lawrence again decided resistance was futile. âThereâs a clever Lambikins,â Susie praised, âOpen wide, good boy!â
Miss Kettering had emphasised to Susie that good behaviour was to be praised and naughty behaviour was to be punished, in that way naughty boys could be taught to be good little boys, whatever their age.
Susie quickened her pace, âopen, open, open,â she commanded as poor Lawrence was forced to swallow spoonful after spoonful of the cold, stodgy milk pudding. Inevitably pudding had dribbled onto his bib and was smeared around his face in crusted recognition of his meal. The last spoonful was a spoonful too far, unable to keep it down, the milky substance oozed back out of his mouth as he choked it back up.
Susie, paused for a moment to sympathise with her older brother.
âOh dear Lambikins, oh dear, never mind almost done just this last bitâŚâ
Miss Kettering knew, as she watched young Susie, that the girl was enjoying herself immensely as she proceeded to scoop up the remnants of the pudding from his chin, bib and even the feeding tray itself, and feed those last morsels into her older brothers mouth.
âThere, all gone. You've been a very good Lambikins haven't you? Yes you have.â
The sixteen year old, confined in the high chair and naked apart from a babyâs bib tied around his neck, actually managed a pathetic smile in response to the praise.
Miss Kettering roughly wiped his face clean with a face cloth, pushed his dummy into his mouth and secured it. She pinched his cheek playfully
âWell, times getting on, Lambikins, you have been bathed, had a lovely smart haircut and had a delicious supper, now I thinks itâs about time we got you ready for sleepy-byes and tucked into bed donât you?â
Susie was already scurrying off to fulfill her next part in humiliating her older brother.
The naked Lawrence, shivering slightly as an evening chill set in, shook his head vehemently once more, although, âmmmmpphh!â was all the response he could manage.
Susie returned with an armful of items.
Miss Kettering placed Lawrence's new mittens on the feeding tray of the high-chair.
âAs you can see Lambikins, once I have tied the mittens onto your hands they will be quite useless for even the most simplest of tasks. Holding up one of the mittens, Lawrence could see that the term mitten was tenuous to say the least. A laced leather cuff of about four inches formed the first part of the mitten, attached to the cuff was an orb of white shiny plastic. Miss Kettering tapped the vinyl orb against the plastic feeding tray, as Lawrence's eyes opened wide in disbelief.
âMmmmmpphh!â
She patted his cheek, âthere, there Lambikins, you're overtired thatâs all. You'll soon be tucked up in beddies where you belong.â
Miss Kettering had no problem in putting on his new mittens, trapped as they were beneath the high-chair. As she pushed them onto his hands his fingers were forced to close into a fist to accommodate the small space available and, rather like a boxer, she laced him up and released him from the high chair.
Lawrence waved his arms around frantically aiming a few slaps at Susie and shouting out a series of muffled complaints.
âMmmmphh, mmmpphh!â
Susie giggled at her sixteen year old brothers babyish antics waving his arms around whilst trying to complain with his dummy secured in his mouth.
Miss Kettering was not so amused. âNaughty Lambikins, hitting your little sister, shame on you, itâs a smacked botty time for you Lambikins.â
Miss Kettering took the still protesting boy across her lap and gave his bare bottom three sharp smacks with the palm of her hand, Lawrence abruptly stopped writhing around and as she stood him down Susie could detect tears welling in the corners of his eyes, he still looked comical trying to protect or sooth his bottom with his mittened hands.
âDonât you look adorable with your pink botty, now, letâs get you into your jimmy-jams and ready for beddy-byes.â Miss Kettering cooed in a syrupy style babykins kind of talk adults usually reserve for very young children, not sixteen year old boys.
Susie was holding a pair of her flannelette pyjamas she had grown out of, they were bright pink and had frilly cuffs and a frilly neckline.
âI bet you're thinking, those are Susieâs pyjamas not mine arenât you Lambikins?â
Susie observed gleefully, âbut take a look at this.â She held up the pyjama top, embroidered in red were the words, Lawrenceâs Pyjamas.
âI took the pyjama top to school and asked Miss Langley to help me do this, just so everyone will know that theyâre your pyjamas little brother.â She gloated handing the garments to Miss Kettering.
Lawrenceâs head swam; Miss Langley was his form teacher and all the boys had a crush on her.
Miss Kettering took the pyjamas. âI see you have ironed them nicely too Susie, just as I asked. You are a great help to me.â Susie flushed with pride. Looking at Lawrence she said, âanything to help my little brother.â
Miss Kettering unbuttoned the pyjama jacket; she held it up by the shoulders and gave the jammie top a small shake.
âInto your pyjamas now Lambikins, Itâs almost your bedtime.â
Responding almost automatically to Miss Ketteringâs movement, Lawrence slipped his arms into the pyjama jacket and stood compliantly uncomplaining as Miss Kettering buttoned him up into his pyjama top.
Lawrence felt the softness of the material as he was enveloped in pink flannelette, Miss Kettering took her time doing up the small Mother of Pearl buttons ensuring the top button was securely fastened before picking up the pyjama bottoms.
âStep!â
Lawrence once again responded to Miss Ketteringâs commanding voice and placed his feet inside the proffered openings. Miss Kettering drew the pyjama bottoms up his legs and positioned the elasticised waistband lightly around his midriff. The pyjama bottoms were warm and comforting and he failed to disguise his unintentional enjoyment of the sensation the flannelette material gave him as it caressed his groin.
âI think our little Lambikins is telling us he approves of his new pyjamas Susie.â
Susie giggled, âI think so too Miss Kettering, although it is only a small approval.â
Miss Kettering laughed at her remark, âquite so.â
Susie then said, quite deliberately, Is it time to show all Lambikinsâ friends what he wears to beddy-byes yet Miss Kettering?â
âWell, letâs get his slippers on first before we decide shall we? We canât have our pet lamb having cold tootsies.â
Lawrence was struggling to keep up with events, he was aghast and ashamed that the ridiculously girly pyjamas had made him react as he had done so and even more so as Miss Kettering made him shuffle his feet into the bunny rabbit slippers that had also belonged to Susie.
Before he could react Susie had pointed her mobile at him. âOh, thatâs a lovely shot, look how cute you looks in your pink jammies.â
Lawrence blushed furiously.
Miss Kettering took Lawrence onto her lap and cuddled him tightly. She gently rubbed the sleeve of his pyjamas and kissed the top of his head.
âYou see Susie, once an unruly boy is snugly dressed in a pair of girls pink pyjamas they calm down at once and become Miss Ketteringâs little pet lamb. Arenât you my sweet?â
She lifted Lawrence's chin with the crook of her finger as she addressed him.
âIsnât that right Lambikins?.â
Poor Lawrence was so bewildered he wasnât sure what to do. Instead he just nodded his head, and then, as he saw Susie looking at him with glee at his predicament he buried his face childishly into Miss Ketteringâs fluffy cardigan.
âOh. Is my pet lamb tired then? After all, it is way past your beddy-byes time, your sister has suggested that you get plenty of sleepy-byes time from now on. That will mean bedtime for you will be at six oâclock every school night, at the weekend I will let you stay up until seven oâclock but you will be put into your pyjamas at five oâclock so we can pop you into beddy-byes when I think you are overtired..â
Lawrence started to wave his mittened hands around in protest, tears welling in his eyes.
Miss Kettering removed his dummy, âdid Lambikins want to say something?â
âOh please Miss Kettering, please doesnât make me wear Susieâs pyjamas and put me to bed early, I promise to change and be a well behaved little boy.â
Miss Kettering sighed, âIâm afraid itâs too late now for promises Lambikins, you see, your mummy will be away for longer than you think, early bedtimes and pink pyjamas are your future. Your life will now be very well structured, when you come in from school there will be five steps to bedtime.â
Miss Kettering counted off on her fingers.
âOne, pyjama time, that means you will be dressed in freshly ironed, little girls pyjamas for the older boy as soon as you arrive home from school, which will be very early as I will be collecting you from the school gate each afternoon myself.
Two, homework time, you will sit wearing your pink pyjamas as you complete your homework.
Three, suppertime, when you will be fed a healthy meal with plenty of vegetables, there will be no more fast-food nonsense.
Four, quiet time before you go to bed, this will usually be spent sitting on my lap just like now with you receiving plenty of hugs and cuddles.
Five, nappy time then sleepy-byes time, that means tucked up in beddy-byes by six at the very latest.â
Lawrence struggled to leave Miss Ketteringâs lap, âno I wonât, I wont do it.â He shouted and squirmed on Miss Ketteringâs lap. Miss Kettering merely chuckled and drew Lawrence closer to her, tightening her grip and kissing his cheek.
Susie was beside herself with joy. She had always wanted to see her brother spanked and put to bed early and now her wish had come true. Lawrenceâs bedtime schedule would give her plenty of opportunities to humiliate him she thought as she watched him squirm uncomfortably as he tried to escape from Miss Ketteringâs firm grasp.
She cleared her throat, âshall I send it now?â Susie asked innocently.
âLet me see it first,â Miss Kettering suggested.
Susie pressed play and handed the phone to Miss Kettering who positioned it so she and the softly sobbing Lawrence could see the display. There captured by the wonders of modern technology were all Lawrence's humiliations, well not all of them as plenty were still to come.
There was Lambikins being bathed, sitting in his high-chair, being fed his milky pudding, being spanked, being dressed in his pretty pink pyjamas, all the days events neatly condensed.
âWhich button do I press to send it to all his friends Susie dear?â Asked Miss Kettering innocently.
Lawrenceâs sobs grew louder, âno please not thatâŚ.â
âYou know Susie, I think we should give our little Lambikins a chance to avoid all his so called friends finding out about his new life. Would you like that Lambikins?â
Lawrence nodded tearfully, he would do anything to avoid his reputation amongst his friends being destroyed.
Susie joined in. âI know, how about a forfeit, would you consider a little forfeit in return for not sending this footage Lambikins?â
Still snuggled on Miss Ketteringâs lap, Lawrence nodded eagerly and the trap was sprung.
He stood on the small wooden stool, Susie and Miss Kettering sat directly in front of him on the sofa, on Susieâs lap was her old toy record player with the yellow plastic discs. She placed a disc onto the turntable.
âReady Lambikins, donât forget we want to see all the actions. And begin.â
Susie let the disc revolve, the sound was quality was poor but after all it was only meant for babies. Lawrence hesitated and missed his cue.
âIf you donât join in this time you know the consequences,â Susie threatened.
As she repeated her actions Lawrenceâs thin, barely audible voice joined in with the tune.
âTwinkle twinkle little star, how I wonder what you areâŚâ
Miss Kettering suppressed her smile but Susie giggled joyfully.
âLouder Lambikins, we canât hear you and look up to the sky, good Lambikins.â
Poor Lawrence stumbled and stuttered his way through the nursery song until the merciful end.
âNot too bad but we expect better with your second effort. Youâll need this.â
Susie handed him his old Teddy Bear, the one he had not given up sleeping with until he was eight.
Right, off you go again, and plenty of actions this time.â Susie had taken to the role of directing her brother as well as she had taken to humiliating him.
Lawrence really did give his best effort as he cradled Teddy and sang as instructedâŚ
âRock-a-bye Teddy in the treetop
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock
When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall
And down will come Teddy cradle and allâ
His voice tailed away, all his anger spent, instead all that was left was a pink pyjama clad humbled sixteen year old who was ready for his beddy-byes.
Susie followed as Miss Kettering led Lawrence, shuffling alongside her holding her hand, in his pink bunny slippers and pink frilly, girls flannel pyjamas, upstairs to bed. Susie was busy reviewing his vocal performance, that of course she had recorded, when Lawrence's mobile jingled into life with his absurd ring tone.
Susie recognised the name on the display screen, a malicious smile spread across her face; she was going to enjoy this.
âLawrence? Oh no. He wonât be coming over tonight. Why? Because he is being put to bed thatâs why. Yes, thatâs right, meaning he is already wearing his pyjamas and slippers and at this very moment is going upstairs to be tucked in.â
Susie resisted the temptation to describe the pyjamas Lawrence was wearing.
âNo you canât speak to him. Actually it is now past his usual bedtime, of course he has a bedtime didnât you know? Lawrence has to be in his jimmy-jams and tucked up in beddy-byes very early each evening or he gets terribly overtired. Yes I will tell him to give you a call in the morning, bye.â
Susie shook with excitement. Jenny Phillips had sounded very puzzled by their conversation. Lawrence had fancied her for ages and he had tried to worm his way into her affections by offering to study with her.
Susie imagined it would be very amusing to listen to Lawrenceâs explanation next time they met.
By the time Susie caught up with Miss Kettering an amazing sight met her. Lawrenceâs TV, DVD and computer had all been removed to the sanctuary of Miss Ketteringâs room, meanwhile Miss Kettering had stripped his bed and was busy re-making it while Lawrence stood facing the bedroom wall with his hands on his head.
âSusie, help me with his bedding will you? Your brother had another little tantrum when I told him about the new cot I have ordered so he has had a smacked botty and is being punished in a suitably childish way.â
Together they made up Lawrenceâs bed with a pale pink, Hello Kitty motif duvet set, Susie was quite envious as she felt how soft and fluffy the pillowcases were as she slipped them onto the pillows.
âCome along Lambikins, into beddy-byes with you.â
Lawrence obediently climbed into bed, altogether a different boy from a few hours ago.
âThatâs right snuggle down.â Lawrenceâs head sank into the softness of the brushed cotton pillowcase. Miss Kettering tucked everything in tightly until she was satisfied Lawrence was securely tucked in.
âDonât you feel all snugly-wugly and cosy-cosy pet lamb?â Miss Kettering asked Lawrence, speaking to him in a humiliating baby talk voice.
âYou have a lovely long sleepy-byes now and donât worry if you wake up and feel frightened by the dark. Miss Kettering will be straight along to soothe her little boy with a cuddle and a hug thanks to this baby monitor I have set up. Just one little sound and I shall be in to see you. Of course if I find you out of beddy-byes without permission it will be smacked botty time again, do you understand?â
Lawrence managed a little nod of his head. Susie enjoyed herself by gently tucking the pink, brushed cotton sheet under his chin and giving his cheek a peck on the cheek.
âNighty-night little brother,â she teased, âitâs sevenâ clock now. You should have been fast asleep an hour ago, no wonder you are so cranky.â
She couldnât resist one final remark. âOh, by the way Jenny Phillips rang while you were being spanked; I told her you were in your pyjamas and being put to bed and that you would give her a call tomorrow, is that alright?â
Lawrenceâs eyes opened wide with fright and he struggled to get his words out.
Miss Kettering fumbled in the pocket of her fluffy cardigan.
âGuess who has a treat for her Lambikins,â she said and popped a new pink babyâs dummy into his surprised mouth just as he was just about to protest.
Gently she lifted his head from the pillow and secured the dummy with the elastic.
Miss Kettering ignored Lawrenceâs muffled whimpers as she blotted out the daylight by closing the bedroom curtains.
As the door closed, Lawrence blinked away tears and stared into the darkness, little did he know that this day had begun his descent into a future of nappies, dummies, cotâs and early bedtimes and that, with his mumâs approval, Miss Kettering and his young sister would dominate his life for a long time to come.