Dear Miss Susan,

I am writing to you because a friend of mine recently introduced me to your website. She pointed out to me that I had once suffered a form of petticoat punishment as a child, and I didn't even know it. I was unfamiliar with the concept until exploring your site. My friend told me that your readers would enjoy my story, so I decided to send you this letter.

I was staying with my aunt, and nine year old girl cousin, when I was ten. My aunt took us to a birthday party for a little girl who was the daughter of one of my aunt's friends. As it was a girls' party, there were only three other boys there and about ten girls (one of whom became a good friend in our adult years, and is the friend mentioned above).

I didn't know any of them and quickly became bored. When my cousin was playing a game, and I thought no adults could see, I raised the hem of her dress. Her flower-covered panties were on full display, and all the kids started laughing. My cousin squealed, and ran into the house crying. My aunt, who had seen the whole thing, grabbed me by the hand and pulled me inside after my cousin.

We all ended up in the guest bathroom, and I was made to apologize to my cousin. She wouldn't accept it, and told me she hated me. My aunt scolded me and demanded to know why I'd done it. I told her that it was only a joke, but she was furious. She told me that it was not funny to embarrass people, and that maybe she should show me how I'd made my cousin feel. Then she stared at me for a minute and then smiled.

She told me to get undressed. I was stunned, but having never seen her that mad, I stripped to my singlet and briefs. My cousin had stopped crying and was starting to giggle at me. I was embarrassed, and felt sick as I began to think that I was going to be marched out in front of everyone like that.

My aunt, however, made me stand in the corner instead. I tried to apologize again, but she just told me to be quiet. When I was told to turn around, I saw that my cousin was completely dressed in my shoes, socks, shorts and shirt. Before I could say anything my aunt told me that it was now my turn, and held my cousin's dress out to me. My mouth hung open as I shook my head no, in disbelief and shock. My aunt just grabbed my arm, pulled me to her and went to work. I struggled, but to no avail as I soon found myself in my cousin's party outfit. I was wearing black Mary Janes, white ankle socks, a frilly light green party dress and even the huge matching hair bow my cousin had been wearing.

Then Aunt left the bathroom and, when she came back, presented me with a full waist petticoat and a pair of my little cousin's frilly knickers, even more girlish than the ones that she was wearing. So I could not even keep my boys' underpants on, although at least I was spared my cousin seeing my fully undressed.

"If any of the girls want to peek at your pretty knickers you can't show them boys' underpants, can you Darling?" explained my aunt mockingly.

Everyone was gathered around waiting to see what was happening when we came out. My cousin was all smiles wearing my clothes, but I was crushed and humiliated and blushing like a beetroot. My aunt was dragging me by the hand, and all the girls and their moms laughed at me and made fun of me. The three other boys were more stunned by what had happened to me. I was made to stay like that until the party ended, a couple of hours later.

I learned my lesson, as I never lifted up another dress. After that, if I acted up at my aunt's, the mere threat of wearing a dress was enough to settle me down. I'm grown now and can see where this type of punishment could be very effective on some boys. My cousin still loves to tell this to anyone who will listen, and especially enjoys teasing me about it to this day.

Derek

It's pleasing to know that you were introduced to the magazine by a female friend! That is very encouraging. Obviously your cousin has made sure that everybody has learned of the incident. You now understand that you were not the only boy in the world to whom this has happened, and I am sure that you have always appreciated its unparalleled effectiveness. "Join the club!" as the old saying goes.
Susan