When I discovered that my husband of only six weeks had a strong fetish for my woolly clothes, I took immediate action and told him that as he liked my woollies so much I would wear wool all the time to please him, and in return I would make him my woolly baby girl to please me. He did not like that at all, but men don't like doing things in return, do they?

Anyway, being of a dominant nature, I made my mind up. I warned him to expect his babyhood to begin two months from the day, as I needed time to arrange things. He was soon down on his knees begging, but to show him I meant business I gave him the first of many spankings. The next day my two close girlfriends called round, and we measured him up for a new wardrobe of clothes. We are all very good at knitting and the girls could not wait to start.

Preceding his new role I would take him along shopping, and I bought him various baby things, including dummies, feeding bottles with teats, bibs, the largest potty I could find, and a few soft toys and dolls. I loved to see his face as I bought these things, and I'm sure some assistants knew who they were really for. I would put baby food on his weekly shopping list, so when the time came I had dozens of tins in stock.

I kept my part of the bargain by wearing lots of wool but I refused him straight sex, which led to some tantrums which ended in spankings. The girls and myself were going very well with our knitting, and when we ran out of wool I would phone him at his office and demand he buy some baby wool to bring home - another bit of humiliation. Then all was ready, I arranged for the girls to call on a Saturday night to initiate him. All day long he was in such a state that he kept dropping things, then before the deadline he just broke down and cried, which I just ignored.

At five o'clock the girls called round, both well-dressed in lots of wool. As we undressed him and put him in a bath he trembled. Just imagine a man with a passion for wool naked in front of three woolly draped females! We dried him and sprinkled him with lots of talcum powder, and laid him on the bed, then we got out all his new woolly baby girl clothes. Wendy had knitted him nappies and socks, and I pinned a nappy on him, then a pair of rubber pants. Irene, the best knitter, had made him three woolly dresses, and she put one on him, and I had knitted him woolly booties and pixie bonnets.

Well he looked so ridiculous that the three of us rolled about laughing and crying. When we composed ourselves we got out his dummies and bottles and sat on the bed and played with a now very ashamed baby, who could not stop crying and begging. There's a lot more to tell next time I write.
Yours,

Toni

I am surprised that baby discipline letters do not make more mention of wool. Being dressed in a soft baby wool cardigan, with a babyish open knit design and little pearl buttons, would  quickly deflate any male ego. And of course there are booties and mittens tied with bouncy satin ribbons, pixie bonnets, even dresses are made in prettily knitted designs for colder weather. Don't any of my lady readers know how to knit?

Hubby certainly got more than he bargained for when he married Toni - what a trio of little minxes the girls sound! Obviously he had no chance at all against three determined young girls intent on baby discipline. I do not know if Toni did write in again - I do not have any other letters by her.
Susan