Dear Susan,

According to your letters and advice it would seem that directoire knickers (bloomers) are  the ideal garment to wear if one is a role-playing governess, or engaged in the feminisation of a male. In contrast to modern panties and thongs it is apparent that these are unambiguously feminine garments which achieve the required womanly image.

This being so, it would not seem unreasonable for your correspondents to also wear directoire knickers if they wish to validate the image they are attempting to create.I would be interested to read Mary Beth's feelings on this subject.I mention Mary Beth as she has devoted much time and effort in respect of this subject, but other views would be welcome.
Yours sincerely,
William

Bloomers are very comfortable and I am sure that many of my female readers wear them. In fact Sarah Fraser would not wear anything else, although my tastes are a bit more modern. Nevertheless, I think that male writers should wear a nice pair of long leg bloomers with tight elastic at the legs when they sit down at the computer, to put themselves in the right frame of mind. Kurt Manning has wonderful bloomers which are available on the 'Links' page.

Dear Miss Susan,

Anne and myself are pleased that you printed my most recent letter, and I personally am most gratified.

I went out dressed as a girl as a matter of course until puberty had taken its course, at roughly the age of 15. I occasionally went out after that, but not to a place where I might be subject to close scrutiny. I would have willingly gone out in a dress, but the family decided that I may well become a target for unwanted attention, and for my own safety I would be in male outer clothing when out. What I wore underneath was another thing.

The experience that I have decided to write about happened when I was 14. Anne and myself had gone out on a Saturday afternoon to town. We had a nice time looking round the shops and went into a cafe with our pocket money. I was, of course, dressed as a girl, even having light make up on. I have to say that both of us looked older than 14. We were having a milk shake when two boys sat down at our table and started talking to us. We were quite flattered by it but also quite green. As we finished the boys, who were about 16, asked us if they could walk us back to the bus. We agreed and off we went. This was the first time that we had been allowed into town on our own, and we were feeling very grown up. The route back to the bus took us through the park. In the park the boys suggested that we sit on a bench for a while, it being a nice day. We did not see anything wrong with this so we did.

It was not long before they attempted to take liberties. They wanted kisses and the boy with me had his hand on my knee. Soon he was trying to run his hand under my dress. I had on my first pair of stockings and was worried that he may ladder them and pushed his hand away, he became quite insistent. I began to panic - what if he got as far as my knickers and discovered that I was a boy? The horror went through my mind of the consequences. He kept trying and I could not get away as he was stronger than I. He kept saying that 'I know you want to, so why not?'

Anne was having a bad time also. We struggled and started to scream, this set them back a little, but they were ready to resume the assault. It is to our lasting fortune that a policeman happened along and the boys fled. The P.C. escorted us to the bus, and lectured us on the folly of encouraging boys like that. The whole episode gave me a unique insight into the harrassment that girls can suffer at the hands of testosterone-fueled boys. I am sure that if he had reached my knickers then I would have been in real trouble, and there is no telling what fate would have befallen Anne. We did not tell Mummy and Auntie until some years later.
Yours,
Pet

You were very lucky, and I am sure it taught you a lesson, and was an excellent education for you in what girls have to endure. I am surethis experience made you see the need for, and the civilising influence, of female control and petticoat discipline in turning naughty, high-spirited boys into nice boys.

I have just been reading the June issue and it is to your usual high standard. I was looking at the posters by Janet and the last one I
found very interesting.  It is a picture of my mistress, Madam Dawson, or Nanny Dawson as she is known to the adult babies.  I am
not sure where Janet got it but it, is not one Madam Dawson likes very much: there is a much better one on her web site
www.geocities.com/madamdawson.  She has a recommendation from 'Forum' magazine for her adult baby services, a copy of which
is on the web site.  Seeing it set me wondering if you could put her link with your others. She is a professional of course, but she
gives excellent value for money.  £90 for four hours, a proper nursery with cot and high chair, all clothes, nappies etc. provided, all meals provided and spoon fed if required, overnight stay in the cot, and breakfast.
Thank you once again for the excellent magazine.
Maid Angela

P.S. I have not got another picture of her in her nanny's uniform, but here is one of me serving her as her maid.

It is very difficult to find a partner who will be a doting mummy as well to her big baby, and so I have included Nanny Dawson's Nursery on the 'Links' page.

Maid Angela has had a book published, and I hope to review it soon.
 

I accidently stumbled upon your web page and must say what an excellent page it is! i didn't relise that my fantasy of being
controlled/disciplined by my wife, or other women, was a reality to some! I have always respected women as superior, and am keen
on being forced into subservience, even to the extent of worshipping at their feet.

I am 42years old, though look 32 years old. I have on numerous occasions tried to get my wife to take on the role of humiliating and controlling me, but she simple laughs it off as stupid, and even perverted. she does believe in corporal punishment (she is a teacher), and has othen stated that if she had her way she would deal with bad boys using the slipper!

However Susan, are you able to advice me how I might find a willing woman that might like to take me in hand? Going by your letters there must be someone out there.
Best regards,
Mark

P.S. I live in Essex and work in London.

If you respect women, then I do not think you should be in any way unfaithful to your wife - that would be a terrible thing. You need to discuss with her how important submission is to you, and perhaps encourage her to read some of the letters and articles on the site.

The desire to be a submissive and respectful partner to one's female companion is not perverted, at least I do not believe so. I still maintain that society would be much improved by it, and marriages would be much more secure and loving.
 

Dear Susan,

Just a note to tell you how much John and I enjoyed the June issue. We were glad to see the reproduction of the one piece
bloomer outfit - it certainly is the most effective type of underwear for petticoating both boys and girls Yes, Donald’s sisters have
been introduced to wearing them too.  We will be taking a four to six week vacation in early July, rail to the east coast, motor to
Canada, and return by rail. Grace and her three young ladies, along with Mrs. Keith will, accompany John and I. Donald and his
sisters are due for a shopping trip to select several nice dresses to wear when we dine out. We will also need to secure disposable
diapers for both John and Donald, as laundering their cloth diapers will be impossible.
More later, our very best wishes.
Mary Beth and John

A railway trip! If and when you visit Britain, please don't miss the York Railway Museum. It is magnificent, and has on display one of the greatest achievements of British engineering: the Mallard.

The Mallard visited the United States for the 1939 World's Fair, at a time of keen competition for which nation had the fastest steam locomotive in the world. In America especially speed was very important, because the large distances meant that the railway companies were in constant competition to cover the distance between two cities in the shortest time. From memory - I am not a railways expert - the Milwaukee Road's Famous Hiawathas were the fastest steam locos in American history.

But there is no doubting which was the fastest steam locomotive on earth. On July 3 1938,  the Mallard, a 4-6-2 locomotive of the L.N.E.R. (number 4468), its flashing pistons blurred with velocity, its sky-blue streamlined livery glistening in the sunshine, hit 126 miles per hour in a speed trial  between Grantham, Lincolnshire, and Peterborough, hauling seven coaches weighing 240 tons. It is a record that will stand forever, since the days of steam are sadly past, something which I sorely regret as much as many of my readers do, I am sure.

The railway historian Cecil  J. Allen recounts the spine-tingling story:

'From milepost 100, speeds at the end of each successive mile were 87½, 96½, 104, 107, 111½, 116, 119 m.p.h. (milepost 93), and then, at the ensuing half-miles, 120¾, 122½, 123, 124¼ and finally 125 m.p.h. at milepost 90¼, while the dynamometer record for a very short distance revealed the tremendous maximum of 126 m.p.h., the figure usually quoted, and at which the 6 ft. 8 in. driving wheels were doing more than 500 revolutions a minute. All this was at 40 per cent. cut-off with full regulator, increased between mileposts 94¼ and 93 to 45 per cent. Five miles (posts 94 to 89) were reeled off at an average of 120.4 m.p.h., and speed actually exceeded 120 m.p.h. for three miles continuously (posts 92¾ to 89¾). So the record was secure; Mallard had travelled faster, not only than the L.M.S.R. Coronation, but also than all other steam locomotives in the world whose high speed performances, properly authenticated by a sequence of passing times, are on record'.

The London to Edinburgh run was the longest non-stop steam journey in the world, because the Flying Scotsman used an extraordinary technique that even the United States companies at their most competitive never entertained: the tender was reloaded with coal and water at speed, by a system of motor lorries fitted with extension channels, which drove at exactly parallel speed on roads alongside the rail. It took incredible skill, and considerable daring, on the part of all involved, but it worked. Between London and Edinburgh the great train never needed to stop.

The British railway system is hardly even a shadow of what it once was. Nationalisation is an irreversible disaster, in effect an act of wilful murder which privatisation cannot correct, because privatisation is artificial : the founding railway companies, with their skills and knowledge built up over a century, are no longer there, and a fashionable hippie spiv like Richard Branson is, sadly, not the London and North Eastern Railway. The L.N.E.R has vanished, and can never be brought back again. 

Miss Julie Anne:

I would like very much to be considered for one of your part-time positions, assisting with the preparation of correspondence for publication.

I am an ex-Word processing operator and proofreader, and am very  knowledgeable on various word processing programs.  I feel I
am further qualified by having a love and respect for female clothing. I wore 'my' first panty at age six - my 12-year-old sister's white cotton briefs.  She was unaware of it, as our maid had put them in my dresser several times, and I finally couldn't resist.

I wore them to Catholic School (in Tokyo) and found them to be much more comfortable than what I usually wore.  I was terrified that the nuns had X-ray vision and would find out, but they never did that I'm aware of.

Please consider my application.  I look forward to your kind reply.
Bob
California

As far as I know, Bob, the industrial strength nuns of the 1960s and before DID have X-ray vision - at least that's what Catholic friends tell me. And they knew all about humiliating naughty boys by means of petticoat punishment. They must have liked you, and tolerated you wearing your big sister's panties to school.

One of the things that petticoated males, whether boys or grown-ups, always discover is that female undies are so much softer and more comfortable than male underwear. It is very easy to submit to petticoating, and become blissfully enthralled by it, for this reason. Several readers have described it as a harmless drug; feelings of exquisite relaxation and ecstasy, with no harmful side effects. As I have said many times, it is such a pity that its effects are not more widely known. 

Dear Miss Susan,
 
May I offer my congratulations on the pictures and further details about Penelope. Miss Lesley has done a magnificient job with the training and dressing of Penelope, and the result should be an inspiration to all ladies. The thought of Miss Lesleys' friends coming round, and her presentation of Penelope to them, makes ones heart race, and I only wish that I could be there as the kilted sissy-boy cousin with Penelope.
 
Regarding your advertisement for staff, would your manager regard a kilted sissy as a possible candidate?
Yours obediently,
Pansy Clare

Yes Pansy, it is a pleasure to welcome you to the staff. A few readers have given me hints about using Word which will cut down the time I spend editing, but I will still need my team of sub-editors, and it is wonderful to know that you are all out there.

Dear Miss Susan,

My wife/mistress and I have been reading your publication since soon after its inception, and congratulate you on a consistently high standard.

I have been subordinate to my mistress virtually since we met; it seemed the natural thing to do. I have always leaned toward the wearing of feminine attire, and like most have tried at one time or another to stop doing it. I even spent seven years in the army suppressing my feminine leanings. The feelings returned after I left the army so were not really suppressed at all.  Mistress Caroline persuaded me to acknowledge my inner self, and I have never looked back.

We have noticed a variety of disciplinary methods used but it is not feasible to discipline me with clothing since I am a devotee anyway. What mistress came up with arose out of an innocent conversation on facets of army service. One such facet was the respirator anti-gas (gas mask).  I had related how for warfare training purposes that we were sometimes required to wear one for extended periods, and how uncomfortable they were, and how much I disliked them. If anyone has ever had to wear one in the course of a job they will understand what I mean - there is absolutely no way that any pleasure could be associated with them..

Some time later a respirator appeared and I am now directed to wear one for hours at a time while I work if I commit an indiscretion. It is hot, uncomfortable, and it sticks to your face.  It is not easy doing housework with one on.
Mistress got this item from the biggest military surplus suppliers in the country: 

On the plus side, she also turned up WAAF silk knickers.
Thank you for your time Miss,
Caroline and Alan

Throw away the gas mask; it sounds awful. As I have frequently explained, petticoat discipline is about warmth and pleasure for both parties. Instead, ask your wife to buy lots of WAAF silky knickers, and use them as punishment garments. Imagine a husband with seven years' army life being forced to wear WAAF knicks while doing the housework!  Your housework will improve enormously, and I bet the knickers will  feel lovely, and that you adore every minute of it.

Petticoating, and the submission associated with it, should be loving and natural. It works so much better that way.

Dear Susan,

I read in Volume 2. No 6 about your immobility. I am sorry and wish you good and fast recovering. I do not know whether you have received my e-mail mentioned above. Please let me know.

Furthermore I would like to order your magazine. Please let me know how much it is costing and how do we have possibilities to send it to Tenerife.  I shall send you the money by registered letter.  You may ask your readers whether someone is visiting Tenerife for holiday reason and I could meet the person.

Looking forward to hear from you with great interest I remain with my best regards and wishes for your recovery,
Anita (Pedro)

Tenerife, as many readers on this side of the Atlantic would know, is one of the Canary Islands held by Spain, and is off the coast of Morocco. The Spanish really understand frills and flounces, and generally the Spanish have excellent ideas about relationships between the sexes. The reader might be surprised to hear me say that, because the perception is that Spain (and countries of Spanish culture such as Mexico) is a place of 'macho' males and submissive females. This, however, is just a sort of pleasant pre-marital game, and I can assure readers that after the marriage the Spanish home is a complete matriarchy - and that, of course, is even more enjoyable.

Tenerife looks a lovely place, and I am sure it is. Here is a picture of the island, taken from the neighbouring island of La Gomera. The snow-capped peak in the middle of the island is Mount Teide:

Anita, the magazine is free. There is no need to send any money, but I would like a photgraph of Tenerife taken by you. The voluntary payments for the magazine are the letters and contributions I receive from my dear readers.

Dear Miss Susan,

For a dumb engineer with no college English courses I can only  try to write up to your standards of the English language.   Your insistence on good English has intrigued me as much as the panties and petticoats, etc. about which you write.  I am now 85 years old, and searching my memory for events in my life that may give me a tie to you,  I remember that in World War II I was an engineer at Lockheed, where we built the Lightnings that were sent to England.

After the war years at Lockheed, I realised that I was not the organization type, and spent the rest of my working years in small businesses where I was the boss - and the office boy, and everything in between. My hobby then, as well as now, was doing things  in and for houses, and making a business out of that type of activity - home improvement, home repairs, etc. This has been the top story of the rest of my life.

At this point, as I write, I remember that during the war Lockheed sent me to England as a United States Technical Representative, and one lunch hour I visited Westminster Abbey  with another Tech Rep, and as the two us stood there looking at the great columns and wondered  how they were erected so many centuries ago, a man came up and offered us a guided tour of the Abbey.  He took down chains, and opened locked doors that were part of wartime security, and even took us into the chapel of the Knights of the Garter. At the end of the tour he told us that he could do these things because he was a knight  - and the Dean of the Abbey!

I hope this has been more interesting to you than if I just gushed on about how I love to wear women's underwear.  I am wearing panties and a petticoat as I write, and have just taken off my corselet and bra because it is too hot.  Petticoat discipline is fantasy land for me; my wife disapproves.  So, while I sleep in nylon nightgowns, I get into pajamas before she gets up.  I am a crossdresser more than an enchanted 'victim' of petticoat discipline.
P.

No wonder you were given such a marvellous tour of Westminster Abbey; you would have been a guest of great honour. In time of war, and especially when Britain was the only land that stood in the path of the enemy on the Western Front, we needed all the help we could get from America, and the Dean of Westminster would certainly have accorded you a higher status than he enjoyed.

Your work was of great value in the war. The Lockheed Lightning was a fighter which could exceed 400 mph, and was particularly good at high altitude attack (it could reach an altitude of eight miles). It was devastating against German bombers, and the Nazi command nicknamed it 'the fork-tailed devil '. It could also carry considerably more arms than the Spitfire. Its only weakness was a comparative lack of turn and manouverability, and this, of course, was the Spitfire's great strength, so they complemented each other nicely.

Dear Susan,

Hope you've been keeping busy reading all the rave reviews the latest issue of 'Petticoat Discipline Monthly' must have generated.  Anne and I sure really enjoyed it, especially the absolutely brilliant piece in 'Gossip from the Typing Pool' telling all about the Blairs' recent visit.

It was wonderful of you to include both the story on Genuine Risk and the pictures of Acadia in the June issue.  We're very flattered, and hope to have much more material to send your way in the coming months.  Reading 'Petticoat Discipline Monthly' online is not only a favorite pastime, but a great source of information regarding petticoat punishment and nursery discipline.  Needless to say, this frequently naughty 'boy' is quite familiar with most of these methods and techniques, plus a few of Anne's own special favorites that will soon be shared with you and your readers.

We have been introducing 'Petticoat Discipline Monthly' to the small circle of friends with whom we can freely share our passion for petticoat and nappy discipline.  Our very best friends happen to be a couple we've known for years, and whose interests run almost exactly parallel to our own.  I'm sure you will be hearing form them very soon, and that your readers will really enjoy their contributions.

Thanks again for everything you've done.  Hope to hear from you soon.
Fondest regards,
Anne & Timmy

Thank you Anne and Timmy; you are wonderful contributors. Yes, I must confess that the Blairs' visit came as quite a surprise to all of us, and we still talk about it during tea breaks. I would like to tell readers that Anne and Timmy are preparing a very interesting petticoat discipline site of their own, and readers will be kept informed of progress. Now, you tell your friends to write  - the readership are always interested in new ways of keeping naughty boys attentive and well-behaved.