The juxtaposition of a strict, no nonsense uniformed nurse with what appears to be a domestic environment is a compelling image I always think, an image in this case which could easily have come straight from the pages of a new book I'm working on: “No, I’m NOT joking, young lady! If you take in to account the early bedtime I’ve introduced, that we have this rule you stay in bed until I come to get you and you have your afternoon nap time, it hardly seems worthyou getting dressed. So get those things off – and get back in your pyjamas. THIS INSTANT! And not those old ones you’ve been wearing either – those new ones I brought you a couple of days ago from that place I used to work in. Yes, I’m sure they ARE embarrassing, or they would be if anyone else saw you in them. But no one else IS going to see you in them, are they? You’re not going anywhere.
I’ve told you before; now that I run this household, things have changed; I’M in charge. There’s no more gallivanting around the shops and arcades, no more mixing with friends, talking to boys – no going out; period! No - you stay in nowadays. Ok, up until now we’ve had our little walks in the garden – so long as you hold my hand – but I’m going to put a stop to that as well; too much sun is bad for the complexion you know. In fact from now on I don’t even want you going downstairs any longer; I’m going to keep you hidden away up here, on the top floor, when people come. You’re an embarrassment! And you’ll embarrass yourself if you come swanning down wearing those new pyjamas I got you. But you’re not GOING to come swanning down, are you? No you’re not – because you’re going to be sitting quietly in your room writing lines at your desk or kneeling facing the corner with your hands on your head when people come. I’M the only person you should be thinking about nowadays – how to please ME. And the best way you can please me right now is by getting those pyjamas on.
As I said; there seems little point in you getting dressed nowadays… So I’ve decided from now on it’s going to be pyjamas all day, every day. The rest of your stuff can go to the charity shop to join all those things I took off you when I first arrived, all those ridiculous ‘designer’ frocks and fripperies you’d been allowed to get away wearing, the makeup, the hair ‘products’ and sprays. I expect you’ll be glad to see the back of that school uniform I’ve had you wearing day in day out – but I think I’m going to have to BURN that; I can’t imagine there being much call for something like that in such a large size…
No, no – slip the knickers on first; they go with the outfit... And fasten the top button of the jacket for heaven’s sake – the jacket is supposed to button high, so it has a peter pan collar; it gives it a little femininity; it’d look like you’re wearing a rather ugly set of men’s pyjamas otherwise… Yes, I KNOW there is a badge embroidered on the breast pocket, that’s the name of the place where I used to work - and the word under it, that’s just a clinical term, applied to the woman who last wore those pyjamas; it just lets the staff know not to listen to a SINGLE thing the woman says, that she talks nonsense, rambles… Just like you do dear, when you talk about going to university, meeting a boy, getting married and all that – oh no, no ,no you’re not; you’re staying right here! So I thought it rather apt…
Smelly? The pyjamas? Well… I suppose they are – a bit. That woman I told you about got a new pair - they’re changing the style apparently - that’s why you got these; I don’t expect they got sent to the laundry before they got thrown out… The knickers are fresh though – brand new… Stop all that fussing and get them on – that’s NOT rubber on the inside, it’s medical grade PVC, polythene if you will, quite soft and comfortable; the outside is nylon; the waistband is so stiff because there is a spring steel band running through it with a little clasp and loop arrangement poking out through the fabric at the rear where I can slip a neat little padlock, make sure you’re all locked away snugly with no ‘tampering’ allowed.
Yes, I’ll unlock it if you need the toilet – if you ask nicely – but you know the house rules by now; I have to watch; I’m not having you using it as an excuse to play with yourself; you KNOW I don’t allow masturbation. If you want THAT kind of relief I’ll do it for you! All you have to do is come ask me nicely, drape yourself across my lap, part your legs – and I’ll bring you off in no time with my fingers; I’ll have you squirming across my lap in minutes, reduced to a sobbing puddle of sweat and gibbering like the imbecile it says you are on that badge.
And once we’ve broken through THAT barrier you’ll find you’ll be coming begging… BEGGING… for me to bring you off that way again and again and again. I can make it VERY addictive for you And then… And THEN… we’ll have to see if we can’t teach you to do a few things for ME! Oh, I beg to differ – I think you’ll find you WILL, you know.
Now come and lay yourself across my lap – I’m going to give you a good hard slippering to break you in wearing your new pyjamas: And I’m just wondering whether I need to shave you again ‘down there’ – yes, I think I’ll fetch the bowl, soap and razor afterwards.”