Dear Miss Candida,

Having just returned from a holiday in America I have naturally caught up on recent issues of your magazine, and I was particularly pleased to see the long and very interesting article on “Nappies, Dummies and Rubber Panties”, with its references to the forcible babying of the male sex.

As you will know from my earlier letters, this is a system with which I am fully in accord, and my own husband has been kept to the enforced wearing of nappies and baby dress for many years now. Together, of course, with the use of a dummy, submission to regular bottle and breast feeding, and all the other little humiliations and indignities which are so justly the fate of all such grown-up babies.

In the States, of course, where women generally hold a more dominant position in the household, this form of discipline for the erring or disobedient male is much more common, and during my visit I was able to see some quite fascinating examples of the extent to which humiliation of these pitiful creatures can be carried by a really domineering and masterful woman.

One day, for instance, I was taken to see a ‘Day Nursery’ where no less than a dozen grown men of various ages were kept busy in separate rooms playing baby games under the supervision of three attractive, young aproned nurses. Some were in rompers, and others in pretty baby frocks, but all were wearing nappies, and each had a dummy either in his mouth or hanging round his neck on a ribbon. The nurses obviously had them very well under control, and it was a wonderful thrill to see how obediently all these great helpless “babies” played with their dolls, or rattles, or whatever toys they had been given to amuse themselves with.

At mid-morning, they were given their bottles and had to submit to being fed and then having their nappies changed, a task which their young governesses performed with lots of smiles and teasing comments. Laughing among themselves, the girls would tease and ridicule the poor squirming creatures till nearly all of them were reduced to tears, and then they were smacked and told they were silly cry-babies, and laughed at and tormented still further, till they sobbed for mercy.

My hostess’s husband, who like my own husband is kept to the permanent wearing of nappies and baby dress, is one of those who is sent each morning to the Nursery, and she says that the humiliation of being handled like this by the nurses has proved wonderfully effective in keeping him docile and obedient. There is always a waiting list of wives anxious to have their husbands baby-trained there, and the lady who runs it is hoping to open up another nursery for big babies soon.

In one town, there is a shop which actually advertises “Baby Wear for all Ages”. I was able to spend several days there, watching, and it amazed even me to see how many women came in to buy these grown-up baby clothes. Mostly, their husbands were brought with them and it was very amusing to see how the little lambs wriggled and squirmed as every detail of their baby attire was discussed with the assistant, usually ending up with them being undressed to their nappies and taken into a cubicle to be “fitted” to the accompaniment of much laughter and scornful comment.

Not all of these unwilling “customers” were husbands. One lady brought in her 18 year old son, as she had decided to petticoat and baby-dress him for better control, and he cried like a real cry-baby whilst the assistant pinned him into a nappy and then dressed him in the frilly lace petticoat and dainty little baby frock which she had selected for him.

Thanks to my hostess, I was able to visit a few homes where “Nappies, Dummies and Rubber Panties” were definitely the accepted order, and to join in the fun of teasing with syrupy baby talk some of these dominated males, but as this letter is already too long, I will hope to include details in a subsequent letter.
Yours sincerely,

Dora, (Avon)

It sounds very much like an American version of Hazel Jones' nursery in England. Hazel knows how to handle naughty babies, and her nursery is very well known. She is an industrial chemist I believe, but her web site is the worst-designed that I have ever seen. More of a layette than a layout, I suppose. Still, I musn't be catty. Several readers are great supporters of Hazel.
Susan