I was staying with my aunt and her two daughters, the two girls were both in their teens, one nineteen, and the other seventeen. When they were all out I would go into the girls’ bedroom and try on some of their underthings. One day they set a trap for me by placing their things very carefully in their drawers, and on finding them disturbed faced me with the evidence. I owned up to the fact that I had worn some of their things, my aunt went into a rage, and said she would phone my parents and tell them. I pleaded with her not to, then after a talk with her daughters she told me that she wouldn't tell them if I agreed to take her punishment, I gladly agreed to this, of course, having no idea what they had planned for me. I stood rooted to the spot as my aunt told me.

She told me that since I was so keen on wearing girls clothes when I felt like it, a fitting punishment would be to have me wear them all the time in front of her and the girls. When I said that I would not do that she went to the phone to ring my mother and father. I told her not to, and I would agree to what she said. With that I was dragged to the girls' bedroom, told to strip, then I was dressed in a pink bra, a white pantie girdle, black nylons, and pink knickers. My aunt then took me to face the girls, who burst out laughing when they saw me. My face was a bright red, and for what seemed like hours they teased and mocked me then I was put into a very short black dress, it was so short that it only covered my stocking tops, then I was put to work cleaning the house, followed round by the two giggling girls who missed no opportunity of telling me that my knickers were showing every time I bent over.

For a whole week I was kept like that, every day I had to wear a bra, and pantie girdle, every day those hated knickers plus the short black dress, and I had to stand all the ridiculing from the girls. I can tell you by the end of the week I hated girl's clothes, and since that week of misery 1 have never worn girl’s clothes again.

J.R.   London, N.

Well, talk about ingratitude! I would have thought that J.R. would understand that he was being justly punished, and that the teasing and ridicule of the girls was a necessary and important part of the punishment. Most boys who undergo petticoat punishment learn to love their new clothes, but perhaps J.R. was not kept in them long enough. If the punishment had become a regular part of his visits to his aunt's house, then I am sure that he would have learned to appreciate the benefits of his experience, and developed more respect for his cousins, who do sound like a pair of very cheeky and resourceful little minxes. It is a pity that petticoat discipline does not always have the desired effect (see 'Petticoating in Germany' in the October issue).
Susan