Dear Miss Candida,

Visiting the home of a neighbour recently, I was astonished to find her 21-years son sitting in a child´s playpen in the middle of the room, sucking a dummy and dressed in a lovely, but quite ridiculous, little baby frock and a frilly lace petticoat, and safety-pinned up in nappies! There could be no mistake about it, because his frock and petticoat was so short that the nappies could be clearly seen, and it is little wonder that the great helpless creature was absolutely scarlet with embarrassment and humiliation.

Obviously enjoying his discomfiture his mother explained that he had been a 'naughty little boy' and that he was at present  undergoing a three-month sentence of baby discipline. As he had left school, this meant that he had to spend every day dressed up in nappies and baby clothes, being treated exactly as an eighteen months old baby as regards bathing. feeding, nappy-changing and general behaviour. The discipline, she explained, was continuous  day and night, so that for the past six weeks of his sentence, he had not been out of his nappies except for bathing or when being changed; and to the boy´s great misery and distress, no relaxation was allowed in front of visitors, no matter who they might be.

At night, rubber panties were worn as protection, and he slept in a baby´s cot, strapped down into it and with his hands secured so that he could not play with himself, but in day time his nappies were left exposed so that the full extent of his humiliating condition could be clearly seen. He  was made to use a dummy at all times, day or night, and was also subjected to regular bottle feeding, which he disliked immensely.

She said that she had used this form of discipline since he was 14, and had always found it very successful, and that she had every intention of keeping him under nappy discipline so long as he was at home with her. 'Perhaps one day he will marry', she said, 'and if so, I hope that his wife will see to it that the same treatment is continued'.
Yours sincerely,

J.V.

I tend to think that nappies covered in the prettiest baby pants, plastic or towelling lined, with satin and lots and lots of lace on the outside, would be even more humiliating than just nappies. They would need to be nice and puffy and full, to accomodate baby's nappy, and with rows of lace and ribbons on the seat. I certainly suggest that any of my readers administering baby discipline should obtain a few pairs of baby pants as I have described, perhaps in different shades: pink, white, lavender, and pastel yellow would all be lovely.
Susan