Dear Sir,

The letter from Mrs. Y.R. of Hants., in No. 4 of Search interested me immensely, as my husband and I are also very fond of dressing up sessions on similar lines. It all began some years ago, when I bought myself a rather daring, low-cut and very short-skirted, black silk frock. My husband's appreciation of the outfit, especially when I tied a frilly rubber apron round my waist, was very obvious, and he said something about it making me look very domineering, and that he felt like a small child again, with a very strict governess.
'In that case, little boy', I said in my sternest manner, 'you had better watch your behaviour, or I might have to put you straight back into the nursery!' At which threat he went very red, but I could see that he was even more excited and aroused than ever, and for the rest of the evening, he waited on me hand and foot, which is something he had never done before.

During the next few days, I was very busy with needlework and shopping, but I waited until Friday night to spring my little surprise on him. When he arrived home from work, I was waiting for him, dressed in my new frock. I had left my bra off, and all I had on underneath was a pair of white silk directoire knickers. I don't really know why I chose them, but somehow the tight elastic at the waist and legs made me feel even more domineering and inaccessible, and I had even tightened the elastic up so much that it would have been quite impossible for him to get his hands up, even if I had allowed him to!

Without giving him a chance to say anything, I told him that I had warned him that he must behave himself, and then I read out to him a long list of the 'crimes' he had committed during the last few days. 'I really shall have to punish you!' I said. 'You're really nothing but a naughty little baby, and I'm going to have to start your upbringing all over again!'

He went absolutely scarlet, and mumbled some sort of apology, but I told him that it was too late now and, taking him up to the bedroom, I made him undress. But although he looked horrified, and even rather frightened, and was wriggling and squirming about like a worm on a pin, he let me fasten him up into a big, fleecy nappy! All the time I was doing it, I kept telling him what a naughty little boy he was, and threatening to keep him in nappies for the rest of his life if he didn't behave better, and in spite of the fact that he was trembling like a leaf, and squirming so much that I could hardly get the nappy on, there was no mistaking his excitement at being treated like this.

His nappy was followed by a pretty lace-trimmed white cotton petticoat, and then a dear little white organdie baby frock, all tucks and ribbons and frills, and when I took him over to the mirror to have a look at himself, he could only hand his head in shame. And when, finally, I popped a baby's dummy into his mouth and made him bump his way downstairs on his bottom because he wasn't old enough yet to walk, he was in such a state that I really wondered if I had gone too far.

But when we finally got to bed that night, after 'Baby' had been cuddled and mothered, and fed from a baby's feeding bottle with a cute little bib round his neck, it was very obvious that I hadn't, for when I at last released him from his nappies, we had a truly wonderful bout of lovemaking.

It is always left to me when we shall have these dressing-up sessions. I am sure that this is how he wants it to be: he is never informed beforehand, and it is only when he comes home and finds me in my 'governess' frock that he knows that he will be spending the rest of the evening in his petticoats and nappies. And because I believe that it makes the whole thing more real and enjoyable for both of us, I am always looking for new little refinements of humiliation to tease him with. For instance, I have bought him a playpen, and a pram, and it really is a delicious spectacle to watch my outsize baby clambering into his pram in a flurry of petticoats and nappies, and then having to submit to being strapped in, in case the poor little darling should tumble out and hurt himself!

One humiliation which I pondered about for a long time was whether I should show him off in his baby clothes to another woman. I knew he would almost die of shame at anyone else seeing him, but yet I had the feeling that he would enjoy it, and in the end I decided to invite my sister round for one of our sessions. She is a very understanding girl, and we are very close, and I knew that I could trust her. Purposely, I said nothing to him, or to her, beforehand; she just thought that it was a normal social visit, so you can just imagine her amazement when she saw 'Baby' strapped in his pram, with his frock and petticoats all ruffled up. leaving his big fleecy nappies exposed, and a cute little dummy in his mouth!

Of course, everything had to be explained to her, and to my great delight, she was vastly amused at the whole idea, and teased and made fun of my great squirming 'Baby' until even he was almost in tears. But when we went to bed that night, he thanked me for inviting her, and she now quite frequently takes part in our dressing-up sessions. Her role is that of Baby's older sister, who helps to look after him in a short 'little girl' frock and frilly lace knickers, and she really looks very sexy. But I am still the 'governess', and if she starts getting too bossy, she has on several occasions been put into nappies herself, and given a dummy, and been made to share Baby's playpen! And she admits that she really enjoys it.

I do hope this letter is not too long. Thank you for an excellent publication, and I am sure it will go on from strength to strength.

Yours very sincerely,
Mrs. C., Wilts

This big baby must be in seventh heaven - despite his little protests and blushes (any sensible wife knows how easily they are overcome) he obviously loves being teased and babied, and to have his sister in law babysitting him whilst she is dressed herself like a pretty little girl must be absolutely delightful for him. And sometimes she too is subjected to nappy discipline - thank goodness Mrs C. is there to see that the babies don't get up to any naughtiness.

To my lady readers: if your hubby seems fretful and worn out by work and the other stresses of life, try babying. It may be just what he needs.
Susan