I agree entirely with the lady who says that deliberate humiliation of a husband in petticoats or babies' nappies can be an expression of loving – just as, in turn, the husband’s acceptance of such treatment is a symbol of his love and respect for his wife.

I admire very much the way this lady has brought about her own husband’s gradual reduction to full babyhood a step at a time – first a pinafore, then a frock and bloomer outfit, then petticoats and a child’s pinnie, and finally diapers and full baby attire, complete with dummy. And what a touch of genius that it should be his former girlfriend, Marjorie, who first made baby use his dummy, so that for ever after it will remain something with which his wife can tease him, if he should ever be foolish enough to complain about his humiliating treatment. 'Don’t blame me for making you wear nappies!’ she can say, ‘That was Marjorie’s idea!’ And he cannot wriggle out of that…

So far as my husband is concerned, no introduction step-by-step was needed, for I knew before we were married that, in his teens, his mother had used Petticoat Discipline on him. Over a period of several years, whenever he was naughty, he was clapped into one of his sister’s frocks and some special little very ‘fussy’ and elaborately belaced petticoats and panties which she had made for him – and, thus attired, was made to present himself to the rest of the household and, more humiliating still, to any relations and visitors who happened to be present.

It was his sister who told me about it, and she remembered with glee the poor boy’s terrible embarrassment and shame in his humiliating ‘petties’. But to her great disappointment, when he was 15, this form of discipline was dropped by their mother, who suspected that in spite of his protests and his quite obvious embarrassment, he actually enjoyed wearing his pretty girlish clothes, and was deliberately inviting ‘punishment’ just so that he could be made to wear them!

I made him go and lie on the bed and he got really frightened when I tied his wrists and ankles spreadeagled to the bed posts, but I wasn’t taking any chances of him rebelling at the last minute, when he found out that I intended to put him into nappies – he might secretly like wearing petticoats, but being pinned up like a baby in flannel nappies was a different matter!

He wriggled and squirmed like a mad thing as his humiliating nursery wear was fixed on, but by the time he had been there all day, with half a dozen bottle feeds, two nappy changes, and a dummy to console his miseries, there wasn’t much fight left!

And there hasn’t been since. He now regularly wears nappies and full baby dress about the house, and accepts his baby role quite happily, and is a devoted and loving husband.
Yours truly,

Mrs M. B.

I don't think that his mother should have stopped the petticoat treatment just because her son was obviously enjoying it. And wasn't it thoughtful of the boy's sister to confide in his wife about her brother's years of petticoat discipline. She obviously knew that he had enjoyed it, and was evidently hoping that his wife would give him the same treatment. She certainly took the hint with avengeance, and now has a most devoted and loving husband, fully accepting of his submissive baby role in the marriage. No doubt the sister was greatly amused and delighted to see her brother not only back in petticoats, but with nappies and full baby treatment as well!
Susan