I have drafted something about the influence that Paula, Aunt Rube's other boarder for a time, developed over me. As I said, I have found it difficult to describe the situation in just one remeniscence, as the influence of Paula was so complete. And furthermore the relationship with her was perhaps less about petticoating than about the physical and mental impacts she had me endure. However
Aunt Rube was still insistent on my regular dressing up and behaving properly.  Doing household chores on a daily basis also kept me in line, and therefore Paula's influence was very much accompanied by my wearing of girls' things and performing feminine tasks.
I hope all that somehow makes sense.

 Circumstances changed however when I was almost sixteen and Aunt Rube, for a favour to a friend in the country, took in another boarder, Paula. She was about a year older than me and was an apprentice hairdresser and very attractive. Paula was most intrigued by Aunt Rube’s treatment of me and seemed to see an advantage for herself from the start.  I was still doing basic household chores and helping the part-time housekeeper each evening, but Paula soon had me helping her as well with personal chores, cleaning and polishing her shoes, making her bed, tidying her room and so forth.

 She also teased me greatly with her beauty and sexuality and easily got her way with me around the house. She would expect me to clear away her dishes after a meal and give up my seat if she wanted to sit wherever I happened to be – little things in themselves, but I certainly knew where I stood in her eyes.  She would readily hitch up her skirt and slip in full view of me to adjust her suspenders, and then admonish me if I stared at her, making me confused and unsure of myself, and awed by her femininity.
 She also came to shoving and punching me if I annoyed her, or was slow to move out of the way, or pinching when she was angry with me.

  A singularly significant incident, however, occurred one afternoon when we were all in the dining room, reading or relaxing. At just the moment when I stretched out my arms to exercise and relax myself, Paula walked passed my chair and my hand inadvertently brushed the hem of her skirt, lifting it perhaps two inches.  Paula’s reaction was instantaneous and I received a sharp slap to my face and her objections were over the top, all because of my ‘outrageous assault’.

 Aunt Rube, who had not seen the incident, was indignant and scolded me severely for being a ‘filthy wretch’. Despite my pleadings of innocence, Paula became more indignant and the matter was out my control. The next thing I knew Paula lifted her skirt and slip up to her waist and taunted me with wanting to see her panties: ‘There, why didn’t you ask me to show you my undies? You didn’t have to be a sneak!’

Aunt Rube was taken aback and told her that was not necessary, then to my horror said, ‘Paula you can go and  fetch ‘Frederick’ and we will give him a lesson he won’t forget’.

I remember Paula’s look of satisfaction as she went to get the feather duster with the thin whippy cane handle and I began to sob at the injustice of the situation. ‘Lift up your dress and bend over - now you can see what it's like to show off your panties! Here present yourself for your punishment, you disgusting wretch’, and Aunt Rube gave me ten strokes across my rear.

 I was sobbing as much because of the unfairness of my punishment as the pain I felt. Paula’s smug look as I was made to apologise to her still hangs in my memory however, and I am still afraid to touch a lady without some initiative from her.

 Paula’s influence over me became even more effective as time went on and I suffered other punishments and humiliations as a result of her whims and moods.  I think it really affected my self-confidence with girls of my own age, and I think that I was relieved when she shifted on after the end of that year.
Barry C.

'Petticoating in Australia' has been one of the most popular pieces published in 'Petticoat Discipline Monthly' over the past year. In the first two parts (and I strongly recommend them to new readers) Barry tells of his petticoating from an early age under the influence of his mother, and her mother. The memoir includes quotes from several very rare petticoating letters published in a Melbourne newspaper, and which Barry cut out and secretly kept, because they were so reminiscent of his own situation. When he discovered the first letter he was astounded to see that other boys were kept in line in the same manner as he was.

Aunt Rube was actually a great aunt, probably the sister of Barry's grandmother. Certainly both believed in the value of petticoat discipline, and by the time the teenage Barry went to live with his Aunt Rube he was already so well trained, and accostomed to petticoats, that he asked her when he would be allowed to wear prettier underclothes. She accomodated him.

Paula was obviously a real little vixen, as so many young hairdressers are, and exactly the sort of young girl who often takes advantage of a docile petticoated boy.
Susan