I wonder if any of those ladies who write to you about the delights of keeping a male under so-called petticoat and nanny discipline ever really realise the awful miseries of shame and embarrassment to which they are subjecting their helpless victims? Or just what it really feels like for a grown youth to be paraded in front of a lot of laughing and gloating women, dolled up in nappies, and with a dummy in his mouth?

When I was orphaned, I was sent to live with a spinster aunt who had no time fot troublesome boys. The first shock I got was when I was told that I was to wear a pinafore in the house at all times; it was an awful thing of some white material, with big lace frills on the shoulders and around the hem, and I have never felt so ashamed and humiliated in my life as when I was pinafored for the first time. Making matters worse, it fastened at the back with a row of tiny buttons, so that I had to ask Auntie to put it on and to take it off for me every time, just as though I were a child.

Although she pretended it was worn for reasons of discipline, I quickly realised that it gave her some sort of strange pleasure to humiliate me like this. She used to invite around her women friends, mainly fellow spinsters, to see her pinafored 'child', and I was subjected to merciless teasing at their hands.

But worse was to come. After about six months in pinafores, I was told that she was still not satisfied with my behaviour, and that stricter discipline was obviously required. And I could have fainted when my new outfit was produced - frilly little lace-trimmed petticoats and knickers, and a really childish little blue velvet frock with babyish puffed sleeves and a pretty Peter Pan lace collar.

Of course I pleaded pitifully with her not to have to wear my new clothes, but she just laughed at my entreaties, and I had to undress in front of her and let her put me into the knickers and petticoat. Like my pinafores, the petticoat fastened up at the back with a row of tiny buttons, and as she did them up she gloatingly pointed out to me that I was now quite firmly imprisoned in them, and that there was no way I could get out of them without her assistance.

Finally came the frock, and I discovered that it was so short that the lace frills of my petticoats and knickers were clearly visible underneath. With a mocking smile my aunt informed me that 'little girls always wear their frocks very short! - They look much prettier like that!'

Once again I was proudly exhibited to her women friends, and oh, how they loved it. Not satisfied with just seeing me cringing in all my lovely but quite ridiculous clothes, they made me lift up my frock, and then my petticoat, so that they could inspect my pretty undies properly, and all the time they were laughing and jeering at me till they had me sobbing helplessly in my painful humiliation.

Several of the woman had young daughters of their own, and often these were brought along to join in the fun, which made my situation even worse. I was made to play childish games with the women and the girls laughing at my pitiful antics.

Always, before visitors left, I had to kiss them and thank them for coming, and I am quite sure that many of them got a strange thrill from kissing and hugging a helplessly petticoated youth. They never actually caressed or fondled me, but through the thinness of my clothes I could feel the warmth and softness of their bodies as they hugged me against them, and there is no doubt that they must have been able to feel my own reactions. But, when being kissed like this, I was always made to stand like a little child, with my hands behind my back, and they were well aware that, securely imprisoned in my petticoats, I was quite helpless.

Then began the most shaming and humiliating period of all, for, not bothering to make any excuses about discipline, Auntie informed me that I was to be dressed and treated as a baby. My weak protests were useless, and it was typical of Auntie that half a dozen of her woman friends were invited along to watch and take part as I was put, for the first time, into my baby attire.

Completely naked in front of them all, I was bathed and powdered, and then led along to the bedroom. A dummy was pushed into my mouth - 'Just to keep baby quiet whilst he is being dressed' - and I was put into a little white cotton petticoat, and a baby frock of pale pink taffeta. It had a very short, full skirt, and the little puffed sleeves were edged with a lace frill, and by the time this had been put on, and they had all examined me, I was close to tears.

They all crowded round as Auntie proceeded to pin me into my nappies. Thoroughly enjoying herself, she took her time folding the nappy into a neat triangle and slipping it under me, and I found myself blubbering like a real child as she used a big powder puff to dust me again, and then rubbed baby oil in between my thighs.

'Now, now, we don't want baby getting nappy rash, do we?' she laughed, at which point the ladies laughed even more.

When she had fixed my nappy on, I was led across to the mirror to have a look at myself, and when I saw what I looked like, with my nappy showing under my baby frock and frilly petticoats, I felt like fainting.

Until I was 19, I was kept in baby dress all the time at home. I was never allowed to be without my dummy, and was often ridiculed by Auntie and her friends. 'Giving baby his bottle' was a favourite amusement for all of them, and I was made to wet my nappy like a real baby. I was dressed in plastic, or sometimes rubber, baby pants at night.

I did escape from Auntie's rule at last, but that was only temporary, as three years later I was forced into marriage by the daughter of one of her friends, and the torments of enforced babydom began all over again, and are still continuing. But that is for another letter.
Yours truly,

'Baby Brian'

Many female readers have written to me, asking 'But where do I get all these big frilly baby frocks that husbands are kept in? In your letters they just seem to appear out of the blue'. Apart from the Links page, I would suggest http://www.ebay.com, which is the big world-wide auction site. There is a search facility, and you can type in 'adult baby' to find some very sweet clothes for your naughty hubbie.
Susan