Since Tony's father died and I had assumed full authority for his upbringing, I set about teaching the boy that he was the least important member of the household; he was to learn that girls are much superior to a lesser male like him. In order that Tony would not get any big ideas about himself I kept him dressed in girls' clothes all the time that he was at home, and sent him to school with his girls' knickers on underneath his school uniform. Oh, how he begged for some boys' underwear but I knew this would encourage rebellion, and so his pleas were ignored. As well as a schoolgirl uniform that he wore most of the time, on the nights that Barbara went to Brownies I made him wear a uniform identical to her's. Except that at thirteen Tony was much bigger than his step-sister, and too old for the Brownies' age range, and made a very conspicuous and embarrassed "little girl" as he walked alongside her.

Each Tuesday night we all walked to the Guide hut where the Brownie meetings were held. Outside, as the other girls arrived, Sheila and Barbara would without warning pull Tony's dress up as high as possible and thereby reveal his navy school knickers. Bare from his knicker legs to his little white ankle socks, the boy would hang his head in shame as tears dripped onto the ground below. He knew better than to resist my girls, even though they were both younger than him, he knew the feel of my strap across his bare bottom well enough. I had informed him that any attempt to pull his dress down would be met with a proper smacking with knickers down when we got home.

We would be back to meet Barbara at the end of the meeting and some of the other Brownies would walk in the same direction as us as we headed home. As well as Sheila and Barbara, these other young girls, the more confident and mischievous of the troupe, would be tugging Tony's Brownie dress up and if he started to battle with them I sometimes had to intervene. It was not acceptable for a big boy like him to push and shove the poor little Brownies, and I would hold his dress up while smacking his bottom over his schoolgirl knickers.

When we arrived home the other girls would be invited in and shown what happens to naughty boys in this house. He would be sent to fetch my wooden-backed hairbrush and bring it back to the living room. Tony then had to stand facing the girls, who were sat on the other side of the room, and place both hands on his head while I pinned his dress at back and front. Then, sitting immediately behind him, I would ease down his navy knickers and turn them inside-out around his lower thighs, leaving him humiliatingly exposed in front of the Brownies, who were all at least three years his junior. When I started hand spanking his bottom they would laugh at his silly little boy things bobbing up and down and this was valuable training for him, to realise how ridiculous and inferior he was compared to my daughters and their young friends.

The crying would have become quite pitiful by the time I had satisfactorily warmed his bottom, but this was only the beginning of his punishment. A very subdued and contrite boy would then be placed across my knee and the hairbrush spanking be started. At intervals I would stop and ask the girls if they thought he had been punished enough but they would shout "No!" in mock surprise that I should even consider stopping his spanking. So it would resume, with Tony's protests and blubbering intensifying and the Brownies laughing at him mercilessly and calling him a big cry-baby.

Eventually it would be over but Tony had to stand in the corner, hands behind his back, with his uniform dress still pinned up and his school knickers on display. The girls would drink lemonade and discuss his punishment, taunting and ridiculing him continually.

When Barbara went up to the Guides I did buy Tony a matching uniform, but didn't throw his Brownie things away. Sometimes, if I felt he was becoming more difficult, Tony would be made to wear his Brownie dress again, sometimes for a whole weekend. Once this happened when he was nearly fifteen, for a complete summer school holiday break. By then it was so short on him that everybody who was in the house could see the legs of his girls' knickers.

But on a Wednesday night, when Barbara and Sheila went to their Guide meeting, Tony would go there and back with them, wearing his short matching uniform dress and the girls would never tire of exposing his knickers or provoking him to resist them, knowing that this would result in another punishment session for the boy. His step-sisters saw to it that his navy-blue schoolgirl knickers were never concealed for very long, and I sometimes let them smack him if he had dared to be rude to them or disobeyed them. He had to learn that girls were far superior to boys.

Tony is now grown-up and married to one of the girls who came round after their Brownie and Guide meetings to witness his spankings. Needless to say, he is totally submissive to her, and I know that she subjects him to petticoat discipline on a regular basis and does not hesitate to take a hairbrush to his bare bottom.

Joan

The Brownies - and I was both a Brownie and a Girl Guide - always looked very sweet in their uniforms, but I am not sure than Baden Powell intended that Brownies should be like the mischievous little minxes that teased Tony so mercilessly. Still, little girls will be little girls I suppose.

I am sure that Tony grew up to have a real need for petticoat discipline and submission, and he must have been overjoyed that one of the girls was happy to marry him. And of course she knew that she would be gaining an ideal hubbie who would always be obedient and faithful.
Susan