Dear Editor,

Thank you for publishing my first letter to 'Janus' - it seemed so long before it was printed that I began to think you were ashamed of me for pinaforing my husband. However, this was not so, and my letter now takes pride of place over the mantlepiece, framed and with a dainty little bow (made with the same material as his pinafore) at each corner. This in itself is a great humiliation to my husband, as all our visitors want to know what it is, and how it came to be published. So you see 'Janus', I am holding the flag aloft for you!

If you will allow me some more space in your valuable letter columns, which I now follow very keenly with the rest of your wonderful magazine: I love reading the other letters from wives like me who have found a new outlook on life - no more of the meek and mild wife tied to the sink, day in and day out, in my home now!

It is now five months and seven days (yes I keep a diary of 'Petticoat Discipline', or should I say 'Pinafore Discipline') since that first episode of pinafore punishment was meted out to my darling husband. Since I first wrote, things have progressed very well indeed, and apart from minor snags which I soon found a way round, hubby is now a very different person from what he was a few months ago. Each month 'Janus' is now eagerly awaited by me, hoping for fresh ideas from other wives who now seem to be jumping on the women's lib bandwagon very quickly.

My friends seem to notice me now, and comment on my apparent new lease of life, whereas prior to seeing the light, as you might say, I was always in the background at parties and social gatherings that my husband used to drag me along to. Now, when an invitation arrives, or we are asked out to friends, for some unknown reason my husband seems very reluctant to go, and seems to find all sorts of excuses for not going. But clever little me makes sure we go out now even more than we used to, and my friends seem to want to visit us a lot more than they used to, prior to 'Petticoat Power' taking over.

Anyway, enough of the background results of reading 'Janus'; with your permission Editor, I would just like to run over a few of the refinements I have introduced and carried out from ideas in later editions of 'Janus' - and some I have added myself, and with the help of friends and relations. Oh, yes! when it comes to disciplining the male species, all the girls rally round to help. Some of the ideas have come from my husband's own mother, who seems very much on my side. In fact it was her idea.

As I said in my first letter, my idea of pinaforing my husband in the first place was to stop him making eyes at every girl that entered the house, my own sister included, and, as described in that letter, those pinafores were the most feminine garments I could devise in order to make him look utterly ridiculous. That idea backfired on me rather badly, as the garments were so pretty that everyone seemed to spend far too much time admiring the design, and preening over him to see how I had made them. So once again my husband was getting too much attention, and the girls were getting too close to him even though in a different sort of way. There was I, still over the kitchen sink, whilst he sat around in his pretty pinnies getting all the attention. My sister even told me he has said he was only wearing a pinafore because of a bet we had made - I'll give him bet!

One day when my mother-in-law was with me, she had noticed what was happening and come over to me in the kitchen and suggested that I should be in the room relaxing, and her son, who was wearing his pinafore, ought to be in the kitchen. So simple wasn't it? Yet to me, who had a husband who had never wiped a dish for me, let alone done any housework, it had never dawned to me that it could ever be any different, It is now though, and over the past weeks I had gradually trained him not only to wipe up, but wash up, serve up, clean up, and every other domestic chore in the book.

Mind you, I haven't had much sex life, but I am prepared to forego this until he has learnt who's boss in this house, and I really do wear the trousers now. His mother and I have truly feminised him now, and she has been a real brick over this, and has spent many hours with me making a very cumbersome male into a very demure maid-of-all-work. I am not nearly as tired as I used to be, as my husband does most of the work now, and he is only allowed to wear his fancy pinafore when his chores are finished, or when we go out to friends' homes. Yes, he is made to wear a pinafore on these occasions which, as I said earlier, are becoming more frequent, and it's a delight to see his face as I put this on him in someone else's house, and with his pinnies being so elaborate it takes quite some time to get him into them. Of course with all eyes focused on him I certainly don't hurry the job.

After the meal, who else better to clear the table and to do the washing up than my husband, especially as he is already dressed for the job? This part of his training has gone down very well, and I get much more respect from my friends now than I used to. In fact if we go out to my sister's, to whom he always had eyes for, I hand his pinnie to her and let her do the honours of dressing him up - just another small refinement!

Coming back to the domestic training he has had since I first wrote to 'Janus', I will tell you about his uniform for this work. Mother and I took him to one of the large department stores and between us we fitted him out with two delightful nylon overalls, fully fitted, with rear fastening zips, both cut on the Princess style and both pastel shades. The assistants got the message ok and were very helpful and even suggested that he should try them on, which, of course, made our day. I'm sure he wished the floor would open up and let him escape from the eyes of the staff as he stood there in those pretty overalls.

These are the garments he now changes into on coming home from the office, but first he must put on the rest of his gear, which consists of a tight fitting ladies' pantie corselette, this slightly padded in the cups to make him look right, black tights to accentuate the pastel shades of his overalls, nylon panties and white starched petticoat, slightly shorter than his overall. This ensures he walks and bends down correctly, as it has a cotton broderie anglaise frill all around the skirt and it soon shows if he doesn't keep upright.

He is also made to wear a dainty suspender belt, and the reason for this is that I have got a pair of my old wide-legged slacks, cut them up so that there are two leg pieces only, turned the tops over and made them so that he can slip them on like stockings whenever he has to answer the door or go outside to work, such as hanging the washing out or cleaning the windows etc. This then appears to strangers that he has just got an overall over his male clothes. Good idea!

Hoping that this is not too long for you to print, but when I read other wives' letters I do like details, and I hope I have given enough detail here for other wives to start carrying out the very successful methods I have used.
Yours very sincerely,

J .S.
Norfolk.

I think I can award J.S. a diploma in the fine art of petticoat discipline; she is certainly a master. She has managed to convert an obviously selfish husband into an obedient housemaid, and it is especially pleasing to read of the part that his mother has taken in the transformation. It is a wonder that his mother never petticoated him as he was growing up, but the idea never occurs to some mothers.

Petticoating is unbeatable at keeping a man faithful, loving, and chaste, and one can also applaud her idea of having her sister, on whom her naughty hubby was rather keen, tie him into his pretty pinafore. That should thoroughly deflate any thoughts in that direction. All in all, a most illustrative letter.
Susan