Unlike some other wives I do not believe in caning or spanking as a necessary part of domestic discipline, as I am sure that much better results can be obtained through the use of humiliation techniques such as the enforced wearing of petticoats and other childish dress. The pain of a spanking or caning quickly wears off, but the misery and humiliation of petticoats and baby dress is something that is there all the time, keeping the unhappy wearer permanently reminded of his inferior status.

I learned the effectiveness of this form of discipline a long time ago, for my brother was kept under continuous petticoat discipline in the home from the age of 14 until he left home at 18. Tired of his rudeness and bullying ways, Mother decided that he needed to be cut down to size, and in spite of frantic and quite heartbroken pleas on his part, she made him dress at home in some of my discarded frocks. Under these he had to wear little pink flannelette petticoats and drawers that she herself made for him, and I shall never forget his agonised embarrassment the first time he had to appear in front of me in his cute baby outfit. Our former bully was reduced at once to a snivelling, whining child, and when Mother made him lift his frock and show me his little pink petticoats and drawers, he literally cringed with embarrassment.

Although he begged and pleaded every day to be released from them, she insisted on him wearing his pretty baby clothes at all times in the house, and his shame knew no bounds when we happened to have any callers. He was dragged forward to meet them, the tears more often than not streaming down his scarlet cheeks as the visitor teased him, and commented on his condition. But the best times of all were when Mother went out and I was left in charge of him, for I quickly discovered the thrill of having the helpless, petticoated darling completely under my authority. One of my amusements, I remember, was to take him up to my bedroom, tie him spread-eagled on the bed, and make him lie there and watch me whilst I slowly undressed in front of him. I used to pull his little petticoats back so I could see just what it was doing to him, and he used to get so excited that he would struggle furiously, but of course he couldn't get free, and when I felt that he needed calming I would just laugh at him and tell him how silly and stupid he looked in his little pink baby petticoats and drawers, and of course that soon cooled him down.

Having learned so young the pleasures of dominating a member f the male sex in this way, I naturally chose a husband who, I felt sure, would respond to similar treatment. Duncan is quite a bit older than I, and very well off. Even before marriage I had satisfied myself that he would be easy to control and dominate. I had a flat of my own, and when he came to visit I used to make him do the washing up and other household chores attired in one of my pretty silk pinafores. He was very upset and embarrassed at having to wear a pinnie, but soon seemed to become reconciled to it, although he hated it when any of my girlfriends came around and saw him, done up in his pinafore, carrying out his menial household tasks. He especially hated it when they laughed at him and teased him, as naturally they did.

Since our marriage some eight years ago now, his discipline has become much more severe. I have found that constant petticoating and humiliation are necessary to keep him in the state of obedience and respect that I require of him. At first I used to dress him in simple little frocks, and the same sort of pink flannelette petticoats and drawers that had proved so effective in my brother's case. But when it became that this was not enough, as he still showed a few signs of resistance against the dress discipline imposed on him, I decided that even more humiliating measures were needed.

To start with, I sewed him a new frock that was a replica of one for a small baby. It was of white organdie with cute little baby puff sleeves, a big frilly collar, and a very full gathered skirt that was just long enough to cover the top of his thighs. He had a new petticoat too, a white bodiced cotton one this time, with wide shoulder straps, that I adorned with masses of lace frills and baby ribbon bows to make it even more childish and humiliating for him. Finally, just to bring home to him his utterly dependent status, I pinned him in nappies.

He nearly died of shame the first time I dressed him in all his new baby finery, and when it came to being fastened into his nappies he pleaded most piteously not to be humiliated like this. But the very fact that it upset him so much me that I had chosen wisely, and since then he has worn nappies and his baby dress at all times in the house. Remembering how chastened my brother had always been after being introduced to visitors in his childish clothes, I have insisted that Duncan should appear in front of a select few of my woman friends petticoated and benappied, and there is no doubt that exposure like this is very helpful in keeping him reminded of his position.

Since I made these changes in his attire, he has become more respectful and attentive in every way, and there are no longer the slightest signs of demurral on his part. He suffers intense humiliation at being dressed and treated as a baby, and I have seen him crying with shame many times at being teased and made fun of, but he acknowledges and accepts my right to regulate his life as I wish, and I shall continue to keep him in petticoats and nappies. Apart from an occasional bottom smack when baby is disobedient or misbehaves, I have never had to hurt him physically. My methods have certainly achieved the domination over him that I wanted, and I can strongly recommend them to other wives.
Yours sincerely,

Mrs L. J.
Dorset.

Mrs L.J. sounds like a  diaper discipline expert, and her teasing of her little brother must have been almost unendurable for the poor lad. It is extraordinary how petticoats and pretty frocks seem to lead quite naturally to a cloud of lacy baby underwear, as it did in this case. And notice that Mrs L.J. has turned her hubby into an adoring and obedient spouse without any physical punishment at all, apart from a smack on his bottom when it is required.

So, to my lady readers, put away the hairbrush or the strap, there is a much more amusing, much less tiring, and much more effective way of keeping him in line. You will not do better than petticoat discipline, with the threat of full baby discipline if he is ever naughty enough to warrant it.
Susan