Dear Susan,

I find that your publication on nappy discipline is a delight not only for me, but for many women, from what I have read from other wives who keep their husbands under this discipline. We have been married for sixteen years, and in that time I have proven to my husband that I am in total charge of our lives. I will in future correspondence tell you more concerning the nappying of my hubby.

He has been in nappies for the past fifteen years, and at first, although he disapproved, a few sharp slaps on the back of his legs before being put into nappies corrected his naughty behaviour. At home he is nappied all the time - my choice of nappies being terry nappies with of course rubbers (where I am from plastic or rubber pants are both called 'rubbers'). Like all nappy-disciplined husbands he has a big pink dummy that he must use whenever I require it, and a plastic rattle and baby bottle.

He has no say in what he wears, and most recently I decided to put him in a girls' school uniform: pinafore dress, blue being the colour, with red school tights over his nappies. The poor darling looks so cute! I found the uniform as I was shopping in the local supermarket, as well as the thick woolly tights, and thought just how good he will look, at the same time buying some new safety pins, baby powder, and cream for his most recent nappy rash. Putting the uniform on the change table I noticed a little disapproval on his face, but a couple of slaps to his bottom hand put paid to that.

The rubber changing sheet was then put underneath him and his rubbers were then lowered so that the pins could be removed, at this stage the whole nappy with rubbers can be removed in one. After cleaning him it was time to place a clean nappy under him, pinned nice and snugly. I then decided to put a pair of noisy rubbers on him, now that he was thoroughly nappied.

I put a girls' vest on him followed by the pinafore dress, he didn't say anything apart from why? as I decided to put noisy rubbers on him, I told him that I would be able to hear him whilst he was doing his household duties because the tights would rub against his rubbers, and indeed as the tights were put on over his nappies and baby pants the rustling became apparent. The noisy rustling while he was doing his appointed tasks made him feel even more sissy and babyish.

At home he has to call me 'Mummy' on which I insist upon, and any other name is dealt with a slap, and he has to be reminded not to be naughty. I am a strong believer in nappy discipline and if any other wives have found this at all interesting, try this, you may after all enjoy it as much as I do.

Thank you for your magazine – all husbands should be made to read it.

Helen
Notts.

That is a very good idea, making him wear red girlish tights over his nappy and rustly pants. He must have felt like a little girl of toddler age by the time that you had finished with him. I hope you pinned his dummy to his pinafore dress as well.

Most definitely write more about your husband's nappy discipline. I know that many of my readers, male and female, are interested in babying, so you would have a wide readership, and your letters might do a lot of good in many households around the world.
Susan