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I am a new viewer to the petticoated site which I came upon recently. I had heard the term previously but until I looked through your site I was not really aware that the term applied to me. I am a mature male living in Australia. I spent my early childhood in Canada and the UK. Although the 'leanings' that I had had for many years were obvious to me it was not until I met my present wife that I was petticoated. This happened a short while after we met when she was my girlfriend. To give a little detail of my life prior to this event I will tell of a few events that occurred. My first encounter was with a teacher at my junior school in Ontario Canada. I was new at the school and it happened to be the birthday of another boy student. The teacher took the boy to the front of the class, put him over her knee and gave him a playful birthday spanking - one smack for each year. I had never seen or heard of this happening in my previous schools in UK. Everyone laughed as they watched him being spanked and I think that I must have laughed loudest because when the teacher had finished she looked straight at me and said "It's your birthday soon David". I nearly died of embarrassment but at the same time my young tummy did a loop de loop. Unfortunately to my later deep regret my parents moved house and I left the school. I never did get spanked. Years later in UK as I became an adolescent my thoughts always strayed to the idea of being treated in a similar fashion. I never really took to macho type games but I was not effeminate. I just did not get the idea of football etc. I did enjoy playing for fun and exercise but the competitive, aggressive side of it never appealed to me. Even when I did some schoolboy boxing at my all boys Catholic High school I was more concerned not to hurt my opponent and always boxed defensively. I was quick on my feet and usually could keep out of harms way. I was mightily confused at this time of my life, what with the guilt trips born of my Catholic education and the sort of feminine ideas always going through my head at a time in my life of increased hormone production all of this clashed with the 'manly' ideals always encouraged of boys. When other boys talked about girls they seemed to want to take advantage of them, to use them. I figured that my daydreams concerning girls showed me to be different so to keep my head down, out of the line of fire I never ever discussed my own thoughts but just laughed along with whoever was telling the smutty story. My private dreams almost always ran along the lines of being caught at some indiscretion or 'in flagrante' by one or more girls of my acquaintance and being dressed in feminine attire and then being spanked by one or more of the girls to delight of all the other onlookers. After the spanking I would be handed a lacy hanky by my chief tormentor to dry my eyes and being told by her not to be such a cry baby as it had been done for my own good and to teach me a lesson. If the lesson wasn't good enough she offered to send one of the girls to bring her hairbrush from her bedroom and then she would really give me something to cry about. During my teen years I knew of a young man who lived nearby who was into amateur theatricals. He was always talked about by the locals because he liked to dress as a female in the productions and once was reported as saying that one dress he wore belonged to his mother but that he looked better in it than she did. The story went around that he stitched lace onto his underpants. He was called 'a fairy'. This was the term used to describe homosexuals. Now whether or not he was such way inclined I do not know but I was certainly never interested in males, but much preferred the company of females so the whole situation led to more personal confusion for me. Sadly this young man committed suicide some time later. There were a few occasions and missed opportunities for me to realise my fantasies because I was very shy about the way I felt. There was one time when I was walking home with a bunch of people, mostly guys I think, when a girl by the name of Barbara White who I knew walked towards us. She was heading home in the opposite direction to the way I was going. Barbara was an athletic girl, stockily built and quite attractive. We exchanged greetings and a few words and then she sidled up to me in the crowd of people and gave me a few pats on my bottom. Sad to relate I did not react and offer to walk home with her. Who knows where that might have led? Another occasion was when I had just started work. I worked in a drawing office translating architects drawings into engineering works drawings. The work was easy and I learned to go through my stuff in half the day and then I volunteered to go help out in the general office. My boss thought I was keen young man but in reality all I wanted to do was to spend the time with the girls there flirting and carrying on. I learned to work all the office machines so as to be productive (hence my typing ability which proved useful later in life). There was a lady in he office, newly married, by the name of Dorothy. She was obviously in the honeymoon stage of her marriage and responded to my flirting with ease, always getting the better of me. I had on occasion given the girls a little pat on the tush. Well one day I did it to Dorothy and she turned to me in front of the others and said 'Why don't I take you upstairs to the ladies rest room and show what mothers do to naughty boys'. I blushed scarlet and made a run for it. How I wish now that I had given her a cheeky answer. There were other occasions but they never resulted in anything coming to fruition. I emigrated to Australia some years later and went to work for a company in Sydney. The receptionist there was a very attractive young lady who when I started with the company was in a relationship with a professional sportsman. He was the typical macho male and was giving her considerable grief that she wasn't happy about. Their relationship ended soon after I started and we became friends. I think my attraction was that I was the opposite to the guy she had been with before. In my usual flirty way we talked in the office and one day she retorted by saying 'I should put you across my knee and give you a good spanking'. Again, the famous tummy reaction occurred, but this time I didn't run away and we started to date. However my slowness to realise what was going on was not entirely over. One day when we were in her apartment she walked by in front of me carrying a three pack of panty hose and said to me 'I've bought talls by mistake, I wear mediums - do you know anyone they might fit?' Like a clot I missed the chance, not even picking up on what she meant so another chance went by. She eventually did petticoat me and lots of things went on after that. My eventual petticoating took place one evening after we had been out to dinner. I had always teased about some girls having 'big boobs' and my girlfriend had told me that when she was in her late teens she was well equipped in that department but had lost weight in her early twenties. I suppose that my teasing about this tipped the scales and the night we were to go out to dinner she told me that she was going to teach me a lesson about big boobs. I didn't know what was in store but was nervous all evening about what might happen. As I mentioned earlier I had missed hints about things before so I was not intending to miss out again. We returned to her apartment and in the middle of kissing and cuddling she started to strip off my clothes. When I was naked she told me to kneel on the floor and she left the room carrying my clothes. A minute later she returned with her hands outstretched and draped over her extended fingers she held a large size, pink bra. 'Well do you like this one?' she said.' Oh and these go with it'. Then from under her arm she pulled a pair of pink nylon panties. 'Look they have a flower on the front, isn't it pretty, now hold out your arms'. I said nothing as she slipped the bra over my hands, walked around me and fastened the hooks of the bra, then adjusted the straps to fit me. 'Now sit down and lift your feet'. She then slipped the pants over my feet and slid them up my legs. 'Now stand up'. She pulled the panties over my bottom and adjusted the elastic on the waist and legs. 'Now I'm going to show you what their boyfriends do to North Shore girls' (North Shore area is an up market area of Sydney where the girls are reputed to be a bit 'snooty'- up themselves). I asked what she intended to do and she replied that I was going over her knee to be spanked. 'Not dressed like this - please' was my reply. All to no avail; she gave me a sound spanking them took me into the bedroom where she threw me onto the bed and proceeded to having her way with me. Stars burst, lights flashed in front of my eyes, there were roaring sounds in my ears. The following morning I wore one of her dressing gowns whilst I made her breakfast and served it to her in bed. After that night I did whatever I was told and a period of adventures started. As we worked together it was possible for me to leave early each Friday night. I would drive to her apartment; change into my maid's outfit (as she had been a larger size in the past many of her older clothes fitted me, one black, high waisted, mini dress served well as a my maid's attire). I would then clean the apartment with particular attention to the bathroom that she insisted should be sparkling clean. By the time she returned home I had to have finished my chores and be bent over a kitchen stool. She would inspect my work and then depending on whether I had performed well or otherwise she would paddle my bottom. I then had to make dinner whilst she relaxed over a drink or watched TV. We would often sit watching TV, both in dressing gowns. She would wear pyjamas and I a nightie underneath. To embarrass me and keep me subdued she bought me a pair of cotton knickers with the design of the Union Jack flag on them. As I was English and she Australian she delighted in putting me over her knee and very slowly pulling them down as she sang a chorus of 'Advance Australia Fair' (the Australian national anthem). We very often went out to dinner on Saturday evenings to a favourite restaurant about half an hours drive away. This was when I had to wear very feminine underwear underneath my male outer clothes. All manner of garments were used. A particularly difficult thing for me was a white nylon teddy. This was fashionable at the time. It was quite tight on my body and was a constant reminder to me of what I was wearing. My girlfriend would always play with me under the table during dinner, which added fuel to the fire. The difficult thing about this tightly fitting teddy was when I went to the toilet. I had to unfasten it from between my legs. It had four press studs, rather than hooks and eyes these were easy to release but not so to refasten. After using the toilet I had first to pull up my pantyhose then try to catch the elusive ends of the teddy under fasteners and somehow reassemble the garment. It always took me forever to achieve this and my girlfriend, who knew what was going on always teased me unmercifully when I got back to the table. Always on the way home she would drive into a quiet, dark place and take me into the back of the car to spank me. She was always very vigorous with these spankings and often would use a hairbrush or paddle. Afterwards I would have to sit in the back of the car for the journey home. On one famous occasion after she had finished with the hairbrush she took all my clothes off, including my underwear and then wrapped me in a rough blanket. When she drove into her garage, which was on the opposite side of her apartment block, she lived on the third floor, she got out carrying all my clothes and left me there. I was sure that she was teasing me and would return, but she didn't. After an age I summoned up the courage to get out of the car, wrap the blanket as tightly as I could around myself, then walk up to her place. I was going through all the things I might have to say to anyone who saw me but no one did. When I got to her door and knocked quietly she made me plead with her to open the door and extracted all manner of promises from me before she let me in. She liked me to be her 'ladies maid' which involved a lot of pampering such as washing her hair then drying her then long tresses. I took a course in massage and she loved me to massage her neck, shoulders and head for long periods of time. I painted her toenails and generally tried to make her feel very special. When we married we did actually discuss the idea of using the 'love, honour and obey' wording, with me to make the vow, but decided as there were to be so many older family members in attendance that I would make that particular vow in private, which I did do. All that was quite a few years ago. We are still happily married. I am still happily submissive to her although much of the more exotic events are now history. I still often wear women's underwear under my male stuff but these days it doesn't run to difficult teddys, mostly cotton hipster briefs which are so much more comfortable than thick cotton men's underpants anyway. I still get spanked quite regularly. I still feel that lovely calm feeling inside and that glow in my tummy whenever I am being petticoated. I hope that it never goes away. David Thank you for your inspiring letter David. Letters like yours give hope to submissive men everywhere that there are in fact ladies who love you. Auntie Helga |