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Dear Auntie Helga, My girl-friend decided that 'we girls' needed a week-end away. She made reservations at a lodge some distance away, so that we wouldn't run into anyone we knew. We went up there on Friday night. She had me dressed up in a casual skirt and blouse, with proper underwear and nylons, and we checked in, and had a light dinner from room-service. I won't describe the evening, but it was wonderful. After breakfast, she decided that I needed something dressy for dinner, so we drove to the town, and found a delightful boutique. She said to the clerk, "We'd like to try on some cocktail dresses, for me and my friend" We tried on several, and settled on something chic but not outrageous. We got back to the lodge, showered together, and after we had both gotten our undies on, she sat me down for my make-up. After she had finished her make-up, we got dressed in our new frocks, and went down for dinner. I must admit, we both looked pretty good, and drew a few admiring glances from some gentlemen. Sunday morning, we checked out, and she decided that we should go to church on the way home. This was my first time in church dressed as a woman, and I was a bit nervous. I survived, however, and we came on home. It was a great week-end, and she said that the next time, I will have to wear a bathing suit, and sit by the pool. That will be quite an adventure, although I must admit that I have pretty good legs, and can probably get away with it. I'll let you know! Love, Melissa Dear Helga, I am Deborah, Melissa's girl-friend and mistress. I asked him/her to write to you, so I could tell you just how wonderful our relationship is. He has told you about how I keep him dressed in pretty clothes and underwear, and how I have disciplined him on occasion. Well, a few weeks ago, I was in a real snarky mood - Holly Golightly called them "The mean reds" I said something really nasty to him, and immediately regretted it when I saw the look on his face. The next day, when he came home and changed into his girl clothes, I knelt down in front of him, and apologized. I said "My behavior yesterday was really infantile - don't you think I should be chastised? What's sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander" He demurred, but I pressed on. finally, he said, "Alright - please get me your hair-brush" I brought it to him, and he gently pulled down my panties, and put me over his knee. He then proceeded to spank me, actually firm 'love-taps' I shed a few tears to make it real, and then he had me stand in the corner, with my panties around my ankles. I stood there about thirty minutes, while he puttered around, and then said gently, "It's time for beddy-bye" He then took me into the bathroom, undressed me, and gave me a bath. After he dried me off, he took me into the bedroom, where he had laid out diapers, rubber pants, and pink baby pajamas, the ones I had put him in during his 'growing up phase' He then took me onto his lap, and gave me a bottle of warm milk.. When I had finished he put me into the crib which we had saved, and gently tied my hands and ankles with soft restraints. Then came the pacifier in my mouth, tied with a pink ribbon behind my head. He kissed me, and said "Nite-nite- sleep tight" I went to sleep, and when I woke in the morning, I was soaking wet. (I think he put a diuretic in the milk) He cleaned me up, put on fresh diaper, and a romper suit. He said, "now play nice this morning, and then I'll make Eggs Benedict for Deborah for brunch. I'm sure this doesn't fit in exactly with your doctrine, but it speaks of mutual love and respect. Who knows - I just may get snarky again some time! Sincerely, Deborah Thank both of you for your letters. What a wonderful and full relationship you have, though this isn't actually a petticoating letter per se, I felt it's inclusion this month further illustrates the positive effect of honesty in a marriage. Auntie Helga |