Dear Madame,

I felt I really must thank you for printing my letter in Vol 4 No 11 ('A Bouncing Twenty Years Old Baby'), and felt it was my duty to tell you of the sequel that followed. As stated in the letter, my husband had no idea that I had found out about his 'babying' ways. However, the following Wednesday after I had seen him asleep, I went out as usual to do the shopping, but this time with the intention of purposely coming home early, to fulfil my plan of catching him in the act. And although the whole idea of seeing him again, dressed in such a ridiculous manner, quite disgusted me, I was, at the same time, quite curious as to what antics he would get up to this time.

The first sight of him, when I silently peeped through the door, was quite disappointing - he was sitting on the edge of the bed, and the only 'baby' gear worn was the dummy he was contentedly sucking. He was playing with himself, while looking at what I presumed was the usual 'girly' magazine, but it turned out later that it was, in fact, 'Madame', which I knew he read, and that he had been reading the baby letters.

Yet again I decided not to confront him. I was a little disappointed at not catching him fully attired in all his 'big baby' clothes, and photographing him as such.

However, a week and a half later, things came abruptly out in the open. He had acquired his monthly copy of 'Madame', and, I presume, had turned straight to the 'babying' letters. While we were having tea, as you can well guess, the atmosphere was electric, my husband obviously having seen the letter that I had written. I broke the ice with, 'Any good letters about big sissy babies?' which I said quite casually. I then told him what I had seen the other day, and added that I had been thinking of leaving him.

Immediately he was down on his knees, begging me to stay with him, saying he would do anything for me. He made such a pathetic scene that I took pity on him, and I must admit that the sense of power I got was very arousing, although I cannot say that the 'babying' idea appealed to me at all. I decided to cure him of that fantasy once and for all. I told him he would have to obey me to the letter, otherwise I would leave him. He agreed happily.

He already had plenty of dummies and feeding bottles, together with the bib and that old nightie of mine that I mentioned in my first letter, so, in addition, I got him a large pair of rubber pants, a potty, a tin of baby powder, a baby doll and teddy bear, and a little chair for him to sit on at feeding time. I threw the nightie away and made him a short, pretty pink dress and bonnet, and, last but not least, bought a film for the camera. By this time I was really looking forward to humiliating my husband.

We had tea quite normally on Saturday night, and when my husband had finished doing the washing up, I told him to fetch the small suitcase down from upstairs. I got all the baby gear out, and ordered him to take his clothes off. I then filled the two nursing bottles with orange juice and milk.

The I really went to town on him, and degraded him in every way I knew how. I spanked him, he was then done up in all his pretty baby clothes, and you can imagine what his potty training was like. It was then that I dropped the bombshell on him: I told him that I was going to bring in some of my lady friends to see him, knowing from the letters in 'Madame' that this is one of the most shameful forms of humiliation. He begged me to spare him, it was then that I saw my hubby cry for the first time in my life. In the end I decided to let him off the hook, at least this time.

However, I did make him pose for a few photographs, and he looks ridiculously funny in them. I am now conducting his life, and any advice forthcoming from some of your expert mummies would be greatly appreciated!

Mrs C.
South Humberside

What a moment that must have been when Mrs C.'s husband saw the letter that was obviously about him. He must have realised that he was in for a proper babying session then, and he certainly got everything that he deserved.  I very much doubt that Mr C. was 'cured' of being the baby of the household though. In fact, reading between the lines, I doubt that that was really Mrs C.'s intention.
Susan