Like most of your readers, I hugely enjoy all the stories and letters about wives petticoating their feeble husbands who won't obey them.  And I hope there will be more pictures of husbands in dresses and aprons and   - best of all - wearing schoolgirls'  uniforms like Caroline's husband, looking so sweet in his pink frock. I long to see him dressed for P. E., and lifting his skirt to show his dark maroon school knickers.  How embarrassing, yet how glorious, that would be.

I suspect that the best punishment for most conceited males would be to be paraded in front of a group of giggling young women, and being derided by them for wanting to wear dresses,  skirts, blouses, petticoats, knickers and a bra, and all the things only women are supposed to wear.

I am not alone. In fact, I wonder how many women who want to petticoat their husbands realise that there are men who secretly love the idea of being forced to wear skirts and to perform the menial duties of a housemaid? They might protest and resist if they were threatened with this, but there are many who have a shameful yearning to be feminised and kept in subjection. And that, Susan, is the proper role for any man. We need to be dominated and led and directed by women - lovingly but sternly. Women are the best. How I wish I could be female.

So ladies, if you have a husband who needs to kept down, making him wear a dress may not be a penance for him. He may have done this already, without you knowing! He will not admit it, but tell him he is a pansy who ought to wear skirts instead of trousers, and then watch his face. Give him a lacy petticoat and a bra to wear under his dress, and say this is what pansies like him have to wear and see how he reacts.

Though he will blush and pretend to resist, he may be one of the thousands of men who are happy to be put in their proper place as a pathetic sissy in frillies. Tell him he is a real nancy, and that he has to go to bed in a nightie, and you may be amazed at how good this role swapping can be for you both. You will be the one on top (physically as well as morally) and he, in his chiffon, lace and ribbons, will take on the inferior role and play the woman in a way that could give you both a lot of pleasure. I admit that this is my dream. I have often slept in a nightie, but only on my own. Sweet dreams, however.

Few wives have any idea how many men are secret wearers of women's underclothes. Thousands I would say. Many a boy in his early teens wonders what it is like to wear a dress.  He tries on his sister's frocks, and also her knickers, and loves the feeling. He experiments with his mother's lingerie, finds it deliciously soft and silky, and tentatively tries on a bra.  He looks like a girl!  He feels like a girl. He knows he is doing something shameful, but he cannot stop. He tries on dresses, and blouses, and skirts, and even foundation garments. The feeling of being constricted in a tight corset with suspenders and stockings is wonderful. He may easily be hooked for life.

I have met many part-time cross dressers. None of them was first feminised by a woman. Most are married, and yet can share their secret, shameful, feminine feelings only with others like themselves. It would amaze women to see one of these small groups of men in skirts meeting for coffee and chat, just like women - exchanging talk about clothes and make-up and sex. Some wear their undies during the day.  That is risky, but exciting. We love to be called by our chosen female names. I have known Ann and Christine and Jane and Diane and Tina and Barbara, among others.

Barbara has a woman friend who is a district nurse and made her a uniform just like hers. They go out together as a couple of women, then go home, put on their nighties and make love.  Wearing a nightie does not stop a man from wanting to play the male role in bed but he prefers to be in the female's submissive position. It may make him more aroused and able to give his partner a lovely time. I cannot imagine what many of your women readers will feel about this.

All I can say is that there are men who secretly like to dress as women and would enjoy being reviled and punished for this disgraceful and unmanly behaviour. You cannot punish them by putting them in petticoats. They enjoy that. You can punish them by exposing them, by letting your friends know your husband wears your knickers and likes to be called Linda or Wendy or whatever female name he has chosen.  Call him 'Linda' in front of your friends and see what happens! Then say you are just joking. He will be so shame-faced, and you will have him in total control.

I long for a strong woman who will call me Nicola. I would do anything for her.
Nicola