I am delighted to see that more and more ladies are making use of petticoating and baby treatment as a means of controlling their husbands or unruly and difficult teenage sons.

There can be no doubt at all about the effectiveness of this form of discipline. Just imagine, for instance, what the feelings must be of a once arrogant and conceited lad of 17 or 18, dressed up in a dear little baby frock and frilly lace petticoats, prettily be-dummied, and with his shameful nappies humiliatingly on view, when he is brought out to face a group of laughing and jeering schoolgirls! Or a husband, similarly attired, who must sit in his play pen, playing with his dolly, whilst his wife entertains some of his lady friends...

Of course there are all sorts of delicious little refinements of humiliation which can be introduced to make the discipline even more effective, and even more unpleasant and shaming for the unhappy 'victim'. Making a grown boy, or a man, for example, talk in a high-pitched babyish lisp, using only words that a very young child would use, is a wonderful way of driving home to him the utter ridiculousness of his position, and if at the same time the poor 'baby' has to keep his dummy in his mouth, the result is a meaningless babble guaranteed to make anyone who listens to him roar with laughter at his expense.

Naturally, once he is in his nappies 'Baby' is forbidden all use of the toilet, and this again can lead to delightfully amusing situations, when the poor darling can no longer contain himself and wets his nappies in front of his tormentors. Whilst it is a good idea to use rubber or plastic baby pants at night when he is in his cot, I do not think that they should ever be worn during the day, and so, of course, his babyishness is made fully evident to everyone.

I have seen my husband, on many occasions, go through absolute agonies, squirming and wriggling about helplessly in his play pen, before at last he has to give in - and, just to make sure that everyone realises what is happening, I usually pull his little frock and petticoats out of the way, and point out to any ladies present that my pitiful 'baby' is not yet trained, and that of course he cannot possibly be taken out of nappies until he is.

It is, I suppose, one of the worst humiliations of baby treatment, that leaves the victim with no vestige of pride or self-respect. It is bad enough to have his nappies changed in front of other females, leaving him shamelessly exposed to all their laughing and sneering comments, but it can be made even worse for him if visitors are allowed to change him. Just think of what it must be like, for instance, for my own husband when some attractive young lady visitor takes him on her lap, lifts his frock and petticoats out of the way, and proceeds with amused contempt to go through the routine of gently powdering him, and rubbing baby oil in, before finally pinning the now squirming wretch up in his nice clean nappy.

For a youth undergoing baby treatment, the humiliation is probably even greater, particularly if the job is carried out by girls not much younger than himself. At that age, most lads still tend to look down on the female sex, but the situation is indeed changed when he must submit to being handled so ignominiously by some scornful young miss whilst the rest of the girls stand around laughing and jeering, and telling him exactly what they think of him.

Oh yes, petticoats and nappies are undoubtedly the finest way of keeping any male subordinate to feminine rule, and I would urge any wife or mother who has not yet tried it to put her husband or Master Troublesome back where he belongs - in the nursery!
Yours truly,

Mrs. D.

It is good to see some dummy discipline letters once again in these pages - I have not had time to type any out since about Christmas. This is a very nice letter from the 1970s publication which was a companion to 'Madame'. If readers have any old baby letters, would they please send them in - I know many readers of 'Petticoat Discipline Monthly' have been disappointed in the comparative lack of babying letters in recent months, so I would like to make up for that.
Susan