Ever since I was a girl at school, the idea of petticoating and dominating the male sex has always thrilled me. Because of his naughty ways my brother, at the age of 15 or 16, was often punished by mother by putting him into one of my frocks, and little lace frilled petticoats and knickers, and I used to have some wonderful fun with him when he was dressed up like this. He was a year older than me, and something of a bully, but in his petticoats he was as docile and subdued as a small child, and I could laugh at him and tease him to my heart's content, without him daring to answer back.

Mother didn't mind my making fun of him, because she felt that it would help to keep him reminded that he really was only a mere child. I made him a pinafore at school, with big frilly epaulettes and a lot of lace around the bottom, and she made him wear this about the house, even when he hadn't been naughty, and he nearly died of shame when 1 told him that all the rest of the class knew that it had been made for him, and that he had to wear pinafores and petticoats just like a little baby boy.

I tried very hard to persuade mother that he ought to be put back in his nappies, which would really show just how much of a child he was, but she said no, he was much too big now for nappies. But she let me buy him a baby's dummy, which he had to wear pinned to the front of his frock or pinnie, and when she wasn't around, I used to force him to use it, which really made him squirm.

He was punished like this until he left school, at the age of 18, to go to college, pinafored always about the house and quite often
in his little girl frock and petticoats as well. But once he had left, I couldn't do anything about it, and, in any case, soon after I went to college myself, and although I often thought about the fun I had had with my dear little prettily dressed 'baby brother', there was no chance to play our little games any more. Until, just over a year ago, I met a married woman who not only has the same ideas as me but carries them out on her own husband, and allows me to share in the thrill of dominating him.

They are both twenty years older than me, and in lots of ways, I think dominating an older man is even more thrilling than someone of my own age. Rosemary really has him under her thumb, and I shall never forget the first time I saw him, perched in a baby's high chair which she has had specially made for him, with a dummy in his mouth and a bib around his neck, and dressed in a sweet little pink silk frock and white frilly petticoats, and nappies! He had been told I was coming and, because he had been naughty and tried to argue with her, his arms were strapped down to the sides of the chair, which left him really helpless.

He wriggled and squirmed like a mad thing when I went over and kissed him, and told him how pretty he looked, and Rosemary said that it was time for his feed, so she gave me his feeding bottle, and I had the wonderful thrill of forcing the little rubber teat into his mouth and making him drink it all up. He was used to a bottle, of course, but the humiliation of being handled like this by a stranger, and someone much younger than himself, was too much for him, and he was in such a state that he kept gasping and choking, and dribbling milk all down his chin and his bib, which made him look even funnier.

Some of it even got on his frock, so after he had finished, he was taken out of his high chair and she got him a clean frock, and asked me to put it on for him. It was marvellously exciting to have him standing there, like a naughty child, in his little frilly petticoat whilst I put the frock on and fastened it up for him; this one was even more babyish than the other, of white muslin with a high smocked bodice ornamented with pink rose buds, and she laughingly told me that she always liked to dress 'Baby' prettily, so that it would help him to feel more like a real baby.

Thank you for such an interesting magazine.

Yours truly,

Margaret
(Northumberland)

This excellent letter was contributed by Panty, who has sent in a superb collection of letters and drawings for publication. Margaret is certainly a very capable young minx who has had an unusually wide experience of petticoat discipline, and fully understands its power, and the endless amusement it can provide for women and girls.

It sounds like Rosemary's hubbie should have been wearing a pinny as well as his bib, to protect his beautiful clothes from all those milk dribbles, and one would like to think that Margaret later made him one, from the same pattern that she had used for her 'baby' elder brother.

A few correspondents have mentioned that they have had a baby's high chair made for their squirming petticoated victims, and they are really not too difficult to make. A potty hole in the seat can make 'Baby' feel even more babyish. The chair can be painted baby blue or pink, and decorated with a pretty transfer. And, of course, you will need a set of Wilf's baby reins to make sure he is completely helpless, and cannot tumble out and hurt himself.
Susan