Dear Editor,

It was about six months after we had been married that Pauline, my husband’s sister, came. She was a tall, attractive girl, four years older than my husband. One day, soon after Pauline came to stay, I came into the living room with a tray of cups of tea and found Pauline laughing away while my husband was blushing and pleading with her not to say anything. When I inquired what the joke was, Pauline replied, “I was asking if he had ever told you about how I used to smack his bottom and pin him in nappies when he had been naughty.”

 “Tell me more,” I said. My husband who was looking very embarrassed, and tried to leave the room, but I wasn’t letting him off the hook just like that so I made him sit down again. It was very obvious that he didn’t want Pauline to tell me about the nappy punishment, and as the story began to unfold I could understand why.

Pauline told me how one evening when he was eighteen, she had discovered him on his bed reading a ‘girlie’ magazine and playing with himself. She went into great detail explaining how she had told him that, since he behaved like a baby, then he would be treated like one. My husband was really squirming but Pauline was enjoying every minute of his discomfort. She told how she strapped his bottom and gave him a dummy when he squealed; of how nicely he used to suck at the teat of his feeding bottle because the first time he refused to take it, she had held his nose and added 3 tablespoons of castor oil to his milk as a special baby punishment.

Pauline had always put a nappy on him at bedtime because, as she said, it provided a constant reminder to him of what a big baby he was. She had always kept his hands away from his little plaything too, because ‘Baby likes playing, doesn’t he?’ She directed this question straight at my husband, who was so embarrassed and humiliated because both Pauline and I were teasing him, that I expected tears at any moment. Pauline didn’t spare his feelings one little bit, and by the time she left for home, my husband was well and truly subdued.

Well, I said, ‘Now we know just how to deal with you, don’t we? Next week end I shall see just what a cute little baby you make, and I think that you’ll find my talk with your big sister has been most rewarding.’

It has now been two years since I began Dummy Discipline, and I never fail to get great pleasure from putting into practice all the little deviations which I have invented. It has been a gradual process, of course and I am fortunate in that my husband and myself are self-employed which enables me to keep him confined in his baby attire for several days at a time, which Is of course much more beneficial. I’m sure that my husband would agree that his punishment now is far more humiliating than in Pauline’s days. Of course, she had to make do with very limited resources; whereas I spare no expense for baby. Dainty little dresses with very puffy tightly-legged bloomers, very babyish and most uncomfortable to wear for long periods.

Several times, when my husband has been reduced to the role of baby girl, I have put him into my electric hair curlers. With tight little curls all over his head, he looks so sweet, yet ridiculous! The first time this happened he was crying with rage and humiliation but I just took down his frilly pants and gave him something to cry for, I really gave him a spanking, which brought tears in profusion.

Like many other people I have found the value of getting lady friends to baby sit for me. Some of these friends have added to his humiliation by their suggestions; and all go out of their way to torment and tease my husband. One asked if I had any objection to her changing his nappy. I was only too pleased to watch my husband’s further humiliation as she sprinkled him gently with baby powder and stroked I it in. He became aroused, but she just told him that little babies shouldn’t be so naughty, and mockingly pinned him into his fresh nappies and gave him a peck on his blushing cheek.

There are so many aspects of Dummy Discipline that I could write about and I’m sure that more and more readers will discover, as I have done, that as a punishment it is second to none. Men would prefer a good strapping on their bottoms rather than be given a dummy and a feeding bottle. One only has to mention to a male that he needs a dummy and he will blush to the roots of his hair. But isn’t this why we subject them to this humiliating treatment?

I would like to thank the artist who did the cartoons, and I would suggest that he does one with baby across Mommy’s lap, with baby sucking a dummy, while Mommy is putting a nappy on him. I sincerely hope that you will continue to publish many more letters on this subject for as we become more and more the dominant sex, all your lady readers will welcome all new ideas and suggestions and experiences.
Yours sincerely,

Mrs A.
Australia

I bet the writer was glad that she met Pauline; she certainly sounds like one of those young little minxes who have a perfect understanding of how easily males can be transformed into sissy, dependent babies. And congratulations to this young lady for keeping the family tradition alive. This letter was origin ally published in the 1960s.
Susan