Dear Susan,
 
I have been waiting with great interest for your schoolgirl punishment special and thought I would write to tell you about my own
experience of this subject.
 
When my second husband died prematurely, I was left with his thirteen year old boy, Tony, to bring up together with my two girls,
Sheila aged twelve, and Barbara aged nine. He was quite spoilt in my opinion, and considered himself to be very grown up, trying to
be the little man of the house, and often getting into trouble. His father had been much too lenient with him and now I was able to
start taking my stepson in hand.
 
 I did not see why Tony should be treated any differently to his stepsisters, and so I acquired a girls' uniform the same as Barbara's for him to wear at all times when at home. This was in the mid sixties and consisted of, amongst other things, a short pleated grey
skirt, white ankle socks and navy-blue knickers. This, at first, provoked severe tantrums but after several very tearful bare-bottomed
spankings resistance faded. His spankings were never in private, always in front of the girls and anyone else who happened to be in
the house, including their schoolfriends. From then on we always called him 'Antonia', much to his discomfort.
 
As a constant reminder of his discipline, Antonia was made to wear his girls' knickers to school, although with his usual school
clothes outside, and this of course was a never-ending source of humiliation for him. He protested, pleaded and begged to be
allowed boys' underwear as his school life was made unbearable, but I insisted on this continued schoolgirl discipline as it generally
was making him into a much more docile and obedient boy. And persistant protest would always lead to a ten minute spanking
which, apart from his sobbing, would always quieten him down.
 
On Saturday mornings I would take the children out shopping, all three of them in their schoolgirl uniforms, and Antonia would try and hold his rather short pleated skirt down while Sheila and Barbara would try to pull it up, leading to many prolonged exposures of his navy blue gym knickers. If he ever pushed or hit one of the girls then I would raise the back of his games skirt and soundly smack the backs of his thighs, after all they were only having a bit of fun with him, and boisterous behaviour could not be tolerated.

If I had had to smack him whilst out shopping then, on returning home, Antonia would be sent to fetch my hairbrush and, after having his knickers removed, receive a ten minute hairbrush spanking across my knee. The girls soon took to inviting one or two friends to come on our shopping trips and they made a point of inviting them in, and so they always got to witness Antonia as he was punished for his disobedience.
 
On Tuesday evenings it was Barbara's Brownie meeting, and I bought the boy a Brownie uniform to wear on these evenings after
school, very short on him as he was quite tall, and he would walk with us to the Guide hut with his brown dress pulled halfway up his back by the girls, knowing better than to complain, his brief navy school knickers and long bare legs a source of great interest to
passers-by. Of course he could take no part in the Brownies as such, but it was all excellent training.
 
Spankings were for relatively minor infringements, but for more serious misbehaviour I would put my step-son in nappies and pink
rubber baby pants for a week, to be worn with his usual primary school girls' uniform. He could wear his knickers to school (and
these were the only times that he willingly did so) but he was always warned that a failure to improve and I wouldn't hesitate to send
him to school in his nappies. This never needed to be carried out, but the constant threat always led to a great improvement in his behaviour.
 
Whilst enduring nappy punishment, Antonia would have to change into his schoolgirl clothes as soon as he got in from school and then come downstairs and lay down on the kitchen table. He was never allowed to change his own nappies, and I myself would strip off his knickers and put his nappies and baby pants on for him. Sometimes if I was too busy to change him, one of the girls could do it and this was a job which they seemed to enjoy immensely, particularly if one of their friends were over which there usually was. There was a lot of giggling and teasing when the girls changed him, and some natural curiousity, although I never let this get out of hand. Apart from the necessary cleaning of his boy parts, no other touching was allowed.
 
The nappies were worn for the whole weekend when Antonia was on his baby punishments, but only once did I take him out shopping on these occasions. This was after he repeated the original offence for which he had been put in nappies in the first place, a rather indelicate matter which shall not be elaborated upon, but suffice to say he was caught by Sheila in his room the first time. Evidence of a repeat offence was seen while changing him, and so the boy was taken out on the Saturday morning in an old frilly party dress belonging to Sheila, far too short for him, and with his rubber baby pants on constant display. Antonia cried throughout this trip, but it was no more than he richly deserved.
 
Antonia stayed at school until he was eighteen, and was kept in his navy blue panties at all times, and his other girls' school clothes at home. His behaviour improved immensely, and his spankings grew less frequent, as did his other punishments. His last week of nappies was when he was seventeen, but they had become a rare necessity for some time before that. Barbara moved up to Guides and so did Antonia, walking part of the way to the meetings with her in his short Guides' uniform, showing off his knickers if the girls, and any other interested children, wanted to pull up his dress, which they frequently did.
 
The use of schoolgirl clothing together with his spankings and other punishments certainly brought about a very desirable change in
my step-son's behaviour, and I would advocate a return to the use of petticoat discipline as a means to halting the present day rise in teenage delinquency.
Thank you for a wonderful magazine,
 
Joan

Tony certainly learned to be well-behaved and meek and compliant with girls, even while being teased for being such a sissy, and I would think he must have made an excellent husband - hopefully for Barbara or Shiela, or one of their friends. He certainly must have had his knickers displayed to girlish giggles even more than most boys under petticoat discipline, which is saying something.

This is the first letter that I have received at 'Petticoat Discipline Monthly' about boys being made to wear Brownie or Girl Guides' uniforms, which is an interesting refinement of petticoating.
Susan