My husband, like most men, does not wipe himself properly after going to the loo, the result being a dark spot on the front of his trousers. I have told him about this many times but it kept happening. The other night I got quite angry with him. Just as we were going out he stained his best light brown trousers and had to change, making us late. I determined to do something about this problem and so did some special shopping.

John came home from work that night and, saying he was bursting for a pee, went straight to the loo. When he came out he had the usual dark stain. I pretended to blow my top. I told him I had enough of his childish behaviour and I was going to teach him a lesson. I ordered him to go to our bedroom take off all his clothes and wait. I went to the spare bedroom, changed and laid out my purchases. I let John wait about ten minutes then called for him to come in.

When he came in he saw that I had changed into a French maid's uniform with black stockings. His eyes lit up and he started to come to me but then I pulled back the counterpane to reveal a big fluffy nappy, a large pair of plastic pants, a pink bonnet and a little pink dress. He stood there in shock and started to protest. I told him that if he was going to act like a baby, then he was going to be dressed like a baby. He is a little afraid of me when I am really angry and I could tell that he was ready to obey.

I had him lie down on the bed on top of a plastic sheet. I sprinkled baby powder over his parts and patted it in well. I slipped the nappy up under his bottom and fastened it at the front with nappy pins.. He gave a small shudder as I pulled the plastic pants up over his nappy and snuggled them. The little dress was just short enough to show off his baby pants and nappy, and the socks and bonnet finished the transformation off perfectly. I stuck a large dummy in his mouth and went to the kitchen and got him a bottle with warm milk. I told him to stay in the bedroom until dinner and not to use the toilet or do anything that would make Mummy cross.

The dinner was great fun. John was obviously quite embarrassed to be eating dinner in a little dress and nappies but he did as he was told, ate all his dinner, which included a lot of wine and several cups of coffee, after which I told him to wash up as I was going to watch television. He came into the living room several minutes later with a pained look on his face and said he was bursting for a pee. I firmly told him the toilet was off limits and that he was wearing all he needed. He got a strange look on his face and stood very still. After a minute I felt the front of his plastic pants. The warmth and feeling of his nappy confirmed my suspicions. I told him he had been a good boy to go in his nappy, and as a reward I would let him suckle at my breast.

I had him lie down next to me with his head in my lap. I unbuttoned the top of my blouse and unhooked one of the cups on the bursting bra I was wearing. He eagerly put my nipple in his mouth and began to suck. The sight of my husband dressed as a baby, and the feeling of him suckling at my breast, was wonderful and I was getting very excited.

When I thought he had had enough, I stood up, took him by the hand and led him to the bedroom to change him. I had him lie on the plastic sheet on the bed as I peeled off his plastic pants. I undid his nappy, slid it out from under him, and put it in a bucket on the floor. I cleaned him up with several baby wipes, put some baby oil and then some baby powder on him.

I then produced my piece de resistance, a pink baby's dummy on a length of silk ribbon. He blushed furiously as I teased him and held the dummy in front of him. Finally, I put his dummy in his mouth and got up on the bed with him. Under my maid's uniform I was wearing stockings but no panties, so was able to get up on my knees and mount him without taking anything else off. The sight of him looking so embarrassed but still sucking obediently on his little dummy was one I will never forget. We made love for ages. It was the best thing since we had known each other.

I now put John in nappies about three times a week. He enjoys all the attention and will happily suckle me for a long time. And the loo floor and his trousers, need I add, are always spotless. My breasts are growing a bit and there is starting to be some discharge. If I can really start to produce milk it would make both my new baby and me very happy.

B.S.W.
Sussex

Thank you for sending in this delightful letter Toni, it shows that men are just babies at heart, and provides an excellent solution for males who leave spots all over the floor. This is extraordinarily selfish and thoughtless male behaviour - many men don't even bother to look because they are so used to using the urinals at pubs and so on.

So if any of my female readers find spots left on the floor of the loo, tell the parties responsible that it will be straight back into nappies and baby frocks if they don't watch out.
Susan