Dear Miss Kay,

Welcome to 'Goddess' which I am sure will be a great success. Like so many wives today, I keep my husband permanently in petticoats and nappies, and subject to various firmly applied baby disciplines. But what makes it especially amusing in his case is that it was he who first suggested the idea!

Soon after we were married he laughingly said one day that it might be 'fun' to be a baby again. He seemed a bit disconcerted when I agreed at once, and he became even more embarrassed and upset when I started making for him a dear little baby frock, and a frilly petticoat adorned with lots of lace and baby ribbon trimmings! I am sure he hadn't bargained for this, but when he tried to protest I simply told him that I wanted a nice little baby girl, and that I was going to have one.

By the first weekend next month the clothes were ready, and on the Saturday he was instructed to lie on his back on the bed, and I proceeded to pin him into a large towelling nappy. I gave him a generous sprinkling of baby powder first, and played with him for a few minutes, before finally pinning him up, and by that time, in spite of his awful embarrassment, he was in a state of considerable excitement.

'Must I wear those?' he pleaded, when I buttoned him into into his little petticoat and frock, but I just laughed and told him to behave, and to stop any more protests I pushed a baby's dummy-teat into his mouth.

I had obtained a baby harness for him, and I fixed it on and led him on his reins back into the dining room, insisting that he must 'toddle' prettily as a real baby would, and then sat him in a heavy wooden chair. There were straps on the harness which could be fastened to the back of the chair, holding him firmly in position, and I also tied his hands to the sides, saying that I wanted him to feel really helpless and babyish. By now he was obviously beginning to get quite frightened, but of course he couldn't do anything, and when he did try to argue the dummy in his mouth turned his protests into meaningless baby noises which I found quite enchanting.

I tied a bib around his neck, and he was given his first nursery feed - a plateful of tinned baby food, fed to him on a spoon, and then a couple of nursing bottles full of warm, very sweet milk. By the time he had managed to suck these down, he was squirming with embarrassment, but I pushed his dummy back in place and tied a pretty pink ribbon round so that he could not eject it - and then I sat back to enjoy the looks of horror and misery on his face as I picked up the telephone and rang half a dozen of my lady friends, asking them to come around and meet my new 'baby'.

What a morning we had! As each lady arrived, she was first informed that he was in nappies and baby clothes because that was what he had asked for, and he was very quickly sobbing helplessly under their teasing and ridicule. His dummy was unfastened, and the ladies were invited to feed him, and one after another bottles were pushed into his mouth as milk dribbled helplessly down his chin, till in the end the inevitable happened, and he wet his nappies, which of course provoked gales of laughter from them all.

Knowing that he couldn't resist now, I untied him from the chair and sat him on my lap, and in front of his highly amused audience I pulled up his little frock and petticoat, and changed his nappy. Then each of them in turn was allowed to nurse him, and I had to laugh myself when one lady unbuttoned her blouse and made 'Baby' feed at her soft, plump breasts! In spite of his helpless, pitiful sobs he was made to suck, baby-fashion, at her breasts, and you can just imagine the laughter and the scornful comments as he lay there, his little frock and petticoat all awry and his nappies shamelessly displayed, taking his humiliating 'feed'.

Since that first time he has worn nappies and baby dress permanently in the house and he has become an absolutely model husband, completely obedient and under my thumb. I am the envy of all my friends, who often come to visit us, of course, and spend hours teasing and humiliating my lovely helpless 'baby', and already several of them have started adapting similar methods with their own husbands. I am hoping soon to hold a party, with no less than four grown-up 'babies' in nappies and pretty party frocks, and that really should be a delightful occasion!
Best wishes to you,
Yours sincerely,

Mrs B.J.

Mrs B. J. sounds like somebody who might have seen baby discipline in action before her marriage, so prompt and confident was her reaction to her hubby's off-hand comment. I would like to know where she obtained the baby reins, as they were an article not really available in large size until  Wilf  began making his beautiful reins, or baby harness as they are sometimes called.

If anyone administering dummy discipline has obtained some baby reins then a high chair really needs to be obtained as well, so that baby can be firmly strapped in prior to being fed or teased and tickled by his mummy, or any other tormentresses who happen to be present to join in the fun. After a few sessions such as Mrs B. J. describes, it is no wonder that he is 'an absolutely model husband, completely obedient and under my thumb'.
Susan