Dear Susan,

I can so sympathise with 'Becky', who admitted in your last issue to having been put into his little sister’s vest and knickers!
I grew up as the second of four children, and our mother used exactly this discipline on me.  Until I saw Becky’s letter I thought I was the only one to have suffered such a fate.

During my teenage years my gang of friends and I frequently found ourselves in trouble, sometimes with the police.  Mum and Dad tried to dissuade me from seeing them, but of course to no avail.  They also tried making me stay at home, but I always managed to sneak out of the house.

Then one day, and I remember it vividly, Mum told me she’d found a way of grounding me and making sure I didn’t escape.  She told me to go into her bedroom and wait for her.  I did as she said, and she shortly followed me into the bedroom, holding a pair of knickers, one of my sister’s vests, and a pair of white knee length socks.

She gave me this big lecture about how she was determined I should obey her when she said I must stay inside, and then told me to strip.  I couldn’t believe it!  Eventually she actually peeled off my shirt for me, and took down my trousers and underpants.  It was so humiliating.  I was fourteen years old, and being undressed by my mother.

That embarrassment was nothing to what happened next, however.  Mum held out the knickers and told me to step into them.  I refused, of course, but she pushed me onto her bed and forced them up my legs.  It was just like when she used to change the baby.  Resigned to my fate I allowed her to pull them up and put the vest on me too.  I put the socks on myself.

I couldn’t believe she was doing this to me, and I could feel my face bright red with embarrassment.  Even then, though, things got worse. Mum called my brother and sisters in to the bedroom, and then pulled me across her lap and spanked me, right in front of them all.  She told me that as I was acting like a child she was going to treat me like one.  It was all intensely humiliating, especially being spanked in front of my younger brother and sister.  They thought it was all hilariously funny.

Mum then locked my bedroom door, preventing me from getting any of my own clothes to change into, and told me that if I wanted to sneak out I could, but that I would have to do so in the knickers and vest. I then had to spend the whole day skulking round the house in powder blue panties.  I couldn’t even hide in my bedroom.

I expected some relief when Dad came home from work, but he knew all about it and told me I’d got exactly what I deserved.
I wasn’t allowed back into my bedroom until I went to bed, so I stayed in the underwear all evening as well. Mum repeated this discipline whenever she felt it necessary, which meant several times that summer, and occasionally after that. I really hated being put into the knickers, especially when they belonged to my younger sister.  They were very soft, and felt completely different from boys' underpants. I felt much more subdued wearing them. It was the spanking in front of everyone, however, that really got me.

It was good to realise that at least I wasn’t the only one to be treated this way.
Yours sincerely,

Mark

What a wonderful form of petticoat discipline, to dress a disobedient son in just a pretty vest, frilly knickers, and long white socks, which look very sweet. We all know those dreams where we find that we have mistakenly left the house in our underwear, or even naked. Part of the punishment of petticoating is that it gives that very same feeling - to a boy or man skirts feel so vulnerable, and make the male feel so exposed and defenceless. To have to wear just underwear would be bad enough, but when it is girls' underwear the contrite boy has been petticoated indeed.
Susan