Dear Miss Susan,

I came upon the response to my inquiry to Nanny regarding petticoat discipline in the United States. Apparently,  from the reply, it is not an uncommon practice to correct recalcitrant berhavior in rambunctious male youths here in the States. I for one was subjected to such treatment from the age of ten through seventeen, and somewhat beyond that age in a less conspicious manner.

Nanny asked how I was kept in frillies as a boy.The answer is simple. My mother was widowed when I was ten and left to raise her one, very undisciplined, son. In truth I was totally spoiled by my father and rebellious to her new role as the sole authority in our home. I soon learned my attitude was to change, as a strict order of discipline was introduced. My first lesson toward effecting change in my behavior took place in her bedroom one afternoon when I received a spanking from her large wooden hairbrush. That instrument from then on served as a regular vehicle for correction.

In mother's mind however I continued to exhibit naughty behavior, particulary in my inattention to my clothing, and my unkept hair.One evening after having been summoned to her bedroom in my soiled shirt and pants for a spanking, I found after the punishment that I was not allowed to put my pants and underpants back on. I was presented with a set of girlish clothing she
had purchased at the used clothing store in town. I baulked at putting on such attire, and after another, more severe, hairbrush session over her lap I then readily took to the panties, dress and sandals, as well as the nightdress I was trained to wear from then on in place of my pajamas. I note trained: Mother's method of instruction was forceful use of the back of her hairbrush
on my bared bottom.

I was kept in girls' clothing at all times in our house during the day from that first day on, following every spanking for misbehavior, until she decided otherwise. Continued petticoating could last as long as a month if my unsatisfactory conduct called for it. Mother seemed particularly pleased when she could more easily raise my skirt and slip my panties to my ankles when I showed any signs of defiance to her direction.Those acts of daring objection were usually exhibited when Mother brought home new outfits including
corsets, dainty dresses, slips with lace edging, and what-have-you, for the more intense petticoat subjection I underwent as I grew older.

I most clearly remember the razor strapping and hairbrush spanking I received when I dared to rebel on seeing the long line brassiere I was instructed to  wear. And even worse, the punishment I got for burning the lace collar on a dress I was ironing.

My first name was Anthony, and early on mother adopted the use of Ann for short and referred to me at all times henceforth in that way. I carried that designation for years as a result and explained it as 'An', a quick abbreviation of my full name. I later changed to using my middle name, William, later in life. My petticoating was carried out in the confines of our home except for three times. On two occasions I was required to wear my panties, and a girlish blouse and tights, while accompanying mother shopping as punishment for two incidents of what she deemed as direct disobedience. I was mortified on possibly being seen by anyone that knew me as a boy. Mother had me maintain long hair that she made me keep in her metal curlers at night. I had a full head of curls that complemented my female appearance in the stores. I was thankful for the curls at least those two times, for I believe I went unnoticed.

However,my petticoating was revealed to her closest friend who often frequented our house. This humiliation came about after I made the mistake of talking back to this person when she told mother of certain unsavory language she heard me use on the street. I was later severely spanked, followed by a soapy mouth washing, and then made to apologise directly to her friend in her home in my girlish outfit. Mother divulged her method of sissifying me as punishment,  and as a means for making me amenable to her wishes, to my complete embarrassment.

These recollections and experiences account for my submissiveness to female authority. My wife takes advantage of this herself, knowing of my upbringing. She keeps a long handled hairbrush in full view in our bedroom. Much to my discomfit,she doesn't hesitate to employ its back when she chooses to exercise her dominance. And, I haven't escaped the necessity of wearing women's undergarments in my existing marital situation, and I'm quick to obey her on sight of the brush!

William

I think things have worked out very well for you, William. You have obviously been lucky enough to find a bossy, dominating wife who is just the perfect partner for a husband raised under a regime of petticoat discipline. As many of the happy couples who read this magazine well know, a home under loving maternal dominance is a happy and peaceful home.
Susan

William's sissy panties were at his ankles in short order after I read his remarks. And speaking of 'read', the other spelling appeared vividly on his exposed bottom in no time thereafter, in various shades of the color.

I make a practice of using my brush nightly in brushing my hair in William's presence. I keep my hair, a healthy combination of grey and black, at shoulder length.William's submissiveness is clearly exhibited in his mannerisms and speech during this ritual. I'm sure that his just seeing me with my brush in hand serves to reinforce my authority. I employ it in another way during William's corner time, something that I find most appropriate following a hair brush spanking.

No Susan, I add respectfully. I'm not 'bossy' as you noted, just a confident woman who demands respect and obedience from her husband. I am a loving wife and thrilled with our relationship. William was reconciled to his subordinate position early on by his mother and  accepts it in a continuing form in our marriage.

I do enjoy your publication.

Please note that I only meant 'bossy' in a warm and loving sense. For me it has a connotation of domestic warmth which 'dominant' lacks.