Dear Miss Susan,

 I know you are interested in hearing of experiences that are a substantial contribution to petticoat discipline literature. Mine is fairly short, but I hope I have caught the spirit of the punishment I endured. By the way I think you are doing a great job.

 I was in the second grade. I used to raise the dickens in class, and was a terror to most of the girls. This was America in the fifties, and I would look up under their skirts as they walked the stairs, as well as flipping up their skirts and petticoats every chance I got. One day some of the girls had gone to our teacher, Miss Bergman, to complain vehemently about my behavior. Apparently she consulted with my mom, and together they formulated a plan to ensnare a certain miscreant, namely me!

The very next day I was up to my old tricks again when the girl I was teasing started to cry. Moments later the long arm of authority, Miss Bergman, unceremoniously got a firm grip of my shoulder and dragged me to the teachers' study. Surprised and nervous, I was shoved into a restroom cubicle and told to undress. I was scared to death, and did as I was told. I was handed through the door a pair of frilly ruffled panties, and told to put them on. Quivering with nervousness, and the unfamiliarity of the garment, I did as I was told. Next came a frilly pinkish pettislip with attached vest. It gave me a chill when it slipped over my body. Then I was asked to come out so that Miss Bergman could put a white taffeta dress with a lace tulle overlay, and a wide pink satin sash, over my head, which she promptly buttoned up the back, and tied the sash into a huge girlish bow.

Miss Bergman, brushed my hair put in a pink bow in it. She gave me a pair of white ankle socks, and a pair of shiny black Mary Janes to put on. I felt totally confused and my stomach was all butterflies, so she sat me down and began to explain why she haddressed me the way I was. As she was doing this my mother arrived. MissBergman and my mother were in agreement that seeing I was so interested in what girls have on under their skirts and petticoats, that I was going to be given the opportunity to find out myself, and also find out what it felt like to be dressed in this manner, and teased. I was to spend at least the rest of the day so dressed, and I would have to sit with the girls in class and at lunch, and play skipping games with them at recess.

Even though I began to be very embarrassed and started to cry, for which I received a spanking on my ruffled pantied behind, I was told that I had no other choices. I was returned to class much to my chagrin, and amidst much snickering. The boys had been warned not to say much, or they too would suffer a similar fate. Needless to say I was teased and taunted by the girls unmercifully, because my outfit had been chosen to be much frillier than what they wore to school. They even were adamant that if I were dressed as a girl, I had to sit like a girl, and be demure. I succumbed to their will in short order.

Lunch and recess were even worse, I felt totally alone and vulnerable in the girls' yard, and of course I was hopeless at skipping, although I had to try. Miss Bergman was out in the yard to make sure. I kept getting tangled up in the rope, and had to bend down to untangle myself. The giggling girls absolutely forbade me to bend my knees, so every time this happened my petticoats and panties were on full view. When this happened, they hooted, and gave Bronx cheers [raspberries]. By the end of the lunch break, I was trembling, and utterly exhausted. Very few boys at any school would have been so well and truly petticoated. It really was biblical justice, and I felt very sorry and chastened at the end of the day.

I learned a valuable lesson that day, even though I was never required to do it in public again. I understand that it was never tried again at my school, as there were complaints from some parents. But my home town was pretty conservative, and looking back it wasn't too surprising that such an 'old-fashioned' punishment was employed. Petticoating has been a staple throughout my life, and I have to admit that even now that nothing will bring me back to reality more than the threat of petticoating and a spanking, as my spouse is well aware of my proclivity.

Thank you for your good work,

John/Jill

I am happy to say that this silly American business of flipping up girls' skirts was never a feature of British schools. This was partly because the short, bouncy skirts and petticoats were only an American fashion - girls in the 50s in Britain wore loose gymslips, or simple, straight cotton skirts with just a slip at the most. And it was partly because any boy trying it would have got what-for very smartly. If any of my Ametican readers have seen the St Trinians films they will know what I mean. Of course our girls did wear pretty party frocks to birthday parties and other special occasions.

I would have thought that petticoat punishment would be the perfect and absolutely just remedy for this skirt-flipping nonsense, but this is the only letter I have yet received where it was used. Perhaps being made to wear petticoats in front of the whole school was thought to be too severe, and it certainly would be devastating. Apparently just one episode was sufficient to leave John with a life-long attachment to submissive petticoating.
Susan