What strange creatures men are! Soon after we were married, a friend came over with her baby daughter, and after she had gone I was washing a few dishes in the kitchen. My friend had accidentally left her daughter's dummy behind on a table in the living room, and when I glanced through the half-closed door I was amazed to see my husband pick up the dummy and put it in his mouth! When I came in, after a few minutes, he was sitting in an armchair reading, as if nothing had happened.

Without saying a word I picked up the dummy and popped it back in his mouth. His eyes widened in shocked surprise. I sat down and looked sternly at him, as he lowered his eyes, his cheeks a study in blushes. He must have guessed what had happened. 'Leave it in', it suits you', I said. When it was time for tea we had boiled eggs with fingers of toast, which was perfect. I got one of my frilly aprons from the kitchen and tied it around his neck as a bib. After tea he was ordered to keep sucking his dummy, and to leave his bib on until bedtime.

At bedtime I dressed him in one of my prettiest nighties, and I took the initiative in our love-making. It was a wonderful feeling to look down on him with his nightie all rucked up to his neck, and obediently sucking his dummy.

I decided to take things further, and bought some thick fleecy towelling, from which I could make nappies. I also went to my dressmaker to have her make him a dress and petticoats. Since I am quite a good knitter, I bought some soft baby lambswool, and knitted him a very attractive baby pink romper suit, buttoning up at the shoulders, and with full bloomer bottoms and tight elastic at the legs.

I decided to invite my next door neighbour, Pam, who is a trusted friend, over when I had finished and stitched up his rompers. I told her what to expect, and she was surprised, but thought the whole thing could be a lot of fun. He was doing some housework (I was gradually training him to do everything) when I took him upstairs to our room, and showed him his new clothes. He put up a show of embarrassed resistance, so I walked over to my dressing table and picked up a heavy plastic hairbrush.

He was now well-trained enough to obey when he could see that I meant it, and after a couple of whacks on his bottom I was able to undress him, and then put on some plastic pants over his nappy, a woman's banlon undervest with a pretty little bow at the neck, a very frilly, puff-sleeved baby girl's blouse, and his pink woolly baby rompers. I then sat him on the bed and made him put on a pair of pink fluffy bed socks, which looked exactly like booties, and as a final touch put a mop cap on his head.

He had to bump down the stairs on his bottom, because he was too little to walk, and I then brought him in, dummy in place, to the waiting Pamela. She couldn't belive her eyes, and we had a great afternoon putting him through all kinds of silly baby antics, laughing all the while, until he was absolutely purple with humiliation. Then I produced a baby's bottle and he had to lie on the couch with his head on Pam's lap while she forced the rubber teat into his mouth with great gusto. What a sight he was, with an edge of snow white nappy poking out from the leg of his rompers.

After she had left I undressed him, and noticed that he had stained his nappy, so although he cried and begged, he obviously enjoys it deep down. He has to wash his own nappies of course, and hang them on the line for all to see.

The next weekend I ordered him to pack his case of baby things, and we went to visit my mother's house in the country. She has never cared for him much, and in between doing the housework and cooking our meals, he really went through it. We teased, taunted, spanked, and humiliated him. Mother suggested a potty, so I sent him into the town to buy the largest he could find.

I have stopped him staining his nappies by the simple trick of tying a wide pink ribbon around it, at just the right tension. It is tied in a complicated bow, so he cannot possibly remove it without my knowledge. I decided he would have no sex from then on. Well, babies don't, do they? However I am not left high and dry, as he has been well trained now in exactly how to please me when he goes to bed in his nappies, and his pretty white baby nightdress. And I can assure readers, he is not at all unhappy.
Yours sincerely,

Joyce.

I am sure that Baby is in seventh heaven; he obviously needed baby discipline before Joyce discovered  the delights of dummying, and I would think that their relationship could hardly be improved. Many males, who seek that special fulfilment and pleasure that only nursery discipline can bring, find sexual relationships in the normal sense very stressful anyway, and are quite happy to concentrate on pleasing their partner, which they find can be much more fulfilling and enriching than pleasing themselves.

I do like those woolly rompers that Joyce knitted; rompers are very sweet and are an excellent addition to any big baby's layette. If possible they should have poppers on the front for easy nappy changing.
Susan