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Dear Auntie Helga, Both my Mother Mrs Stevens and my girlfriend Janet have written to you recently about how domesticated I am and have insisted that I write to you with my account of myself. I am a 22 year old man and have always loved wearing lady's's aprons which in turn makes feel very domesticated and want to serve others and I expect to be punished if my work is not up to scratch. I think actually you have been told my life story already but perhaps you might be more interested about my cousin Peter who is exactly the same as me now but for different reasons but we often compare notes Peter and his sister Susan's parents own a retirement home very similar to the one I work in at weekends. It is a huge house and annex and the family have a private flat on the top floor. Peter and Susan were both made to work weekends and holidays doing domestic work under the supervision of the housekeeper to earn pocket money and also with the view that eventually they would learn enough about the business to eventually take over when they were older and their parents retire. They both had to wear the domestic staff standard uniform which was a blue gingham tabard over a white top with grey slacks When Susan was 16 (2 years older than Peter) she went away to college to study for a Business management course leaving Peter to carry on with the domestic work expecting he would go for similar training when he became 16. The first thing that upset Peter was when his sister now came home weekends it was decided she would not need to work as she would need to revise for her studies and worse of all Peter was expected to wait on her as well as clean the flat which they had always previously done together. All of this before reporting to the housekeeper at 9.00am for the first morning washing up session. Worse was to come when Susan qualified it was decided she would now work in the office but Peter would now having also left school would stay on full time on the domestic side for the practical experience rather than go to college and would continue to wear his feminine tabard for the foreseeable future. He would now also be totally responsible for all the housework in the flat and was made to wear a floral pinafore apron to distinguish him from the other domestic staff when not on retirement home work. He found this incredibly unfair and started to complain a lot and often the housekeeper would send him to his father's office where he had to stand outside in the corridor facing the wall until his father called him in. He would then usually get the cane in front of his mother, Sister and another lady who worked there. The last time was for refusing to wear his hairnet which although he was only washing up is still mandatory when in the kitchen area. He told me afterwards that there was a new ward maid who would be bringing dirty crockery down from the dining room and he was hoping to ask her for a date and felt silly in a hairnet... He had the cane of course and his father told him he would write out 6 pages of the home's health and safety rules ten times and his sister would be putting his hair up in rollers for the next week which might encourage him to keep his hairnet on in the future... Over the years he has become conditioned to his lot in life and is happily ordered around by his sister who treats him like her personal maid. She loves to tell him off and humiliate him in front of her friends or other staff members but he takes it all in stride and now even instinctively address's her as Ma'am. I sometime call in to see him after work and we sit round the kitchen table in our pretty aprons comparing notes and often wonder why we are both content with our unusual way of life. We share the same grand parents so perhaps we have this strange submissive streak in our genes. We were both always taught to be respectful to women and caned as boys when needed which has probably had a strong disciplinary effect on us and on balance I think we are both quite nice people so I am sure "Petticoat Discipline" has certainly done us no harm. I truly believe if more boys were brought up in the same way as we have been there would be a lot less violence among young people. If I ever have a son my girl friend and I have agreed he will certainly be kept on aprons while he lives at home. I do hope like myself Peter will one day find an understanding partner. Regards Rob Thank you for your letter Rob. I'm sure it must be a comfort to you both to have someone else to talk to and to learn together to serve the women in your lives. Auntie Helga |