Petticoat Discipline: How I Turned My Naughty Son into a Pantyhose Princess!

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Of course, I am glad it has, not just for the fact that it proves we were right from the start. There have been many who thought otherwise. You see our success means that the men in our care are correctly managed.

The picture she painted drew out the strong maternal feelings in the other three women. A husband dangling helplessly in sissy baby clothes, crying pitiably in front of laughing women. Their appetites were up and they couldn't wait. "Oh Jayne," cried Trinny, her crimson lips quivering as she spoke, "shall we bring in Thomas... I can't wait to see him being put into his baby frame."Oh yes, do!" cried Eleanor, clipping the second arm cushion onto the transverse bar that hung gently on its elastic cords beneath the top of the frame. "Bring him down and we'll all help to fasten him into it." I was early left an orphan, and up to my fifteenth year lived with an uncle who then decided to go out to Australia, and consequently I was transferred to the care of my mother's youngest sister, a young lady of about twenty-five, living in the South of France. Although I was nearly fifteen when I went to live with her, I was small for my age and being fair and girlish-looking would more readily have passed or twelve or thirteen than my right age, and I was, I must admit, a rough, untidy boy. After tea I got out my camera. He looks funniest when he is crying with shame, so while we all watched, Carol and Anne began to tease and pinch him. They soon had him in a terrible state and I was ready with the camera. We have all had so much fun with him I am enclosing the photo so that other wives, especially Mrs. J.S. (London), can enjoy the sight of a man in baby clothes. Perhaps if enough dominant ladies take up this sport, we may be able to hold a "baby" show one day! I enjoy your magazine immensely and look forward to accounts of other petticoated males. Yours sincerely,

Jayne set off to get his baby bag as Eleanor and Trinny undid his diaper tapes and pulled down the front. It was wet and heavy, and his penis perked up at his spectators making Eleanor squeal with laughter. We shall now look at various ways in which a brassière may be used specifically for punishment purposes, rather than for mere everyday wear. You may also find it useful to reread the chapter of this guide that discusses how to hide the tell-tale signs of a bra, with a view to making doing so more difficult for your husband, as well as the chapter concerning enhancing the male bra wearer's breasts, something that is ideally suited for use in disciplining an errant husband. Make him wear a bra in particular situations His mother was delighted at the news. It elevated her in one stroke to a new prominence at the High School and in the social life of the neighbourhood, since Ellis would be in great demand at dozens of events around town. As for Ellis, he collapsed in class when the news was brought, and had to be carried by two grinning guys to Miss Ratchett's office, where smelling salts brought him round to the reality of his new life. Ellis Fairchilde had just been elected school sissy by staff and pupils at Presswell High. There were three votes for Peter Whitless and one for Brad Chambers, but that left four hundred and twenty-six in favour of the quiet, fragile and undeniably effeminate Ellis. Show your support by donating any amount. (Note: We are still technically a for-profit company, so your

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Lauren nearly laughed at such a question but she held it in, “Some of the parents don’t like it too much and the school board agreed. So, I can’t give it anymore, or else I’ll be in trouble.” Such punishments are particularly useful if you wish to gradually acclimatize your husband to wearing a brassière more often than he does at present. A man who is suddenly told that he must wear a bra to work every day without having done so before is more likely to balk at the idea than one who has gradually become accustomed to doing so as a result of occasional punishments. Whilst the former might blame his wife for what he perceives to be her sudden and unreasonable demands, the latter is more likely to blame his own misbehaviour for warranting being punished in such a way. Should he then be asked to wear a bra to work on a regular basis, his previous experience doing so from time to time makes such a request much less of an issue than it might otherwise be. I didn’t know exactly when Marvin was coming home but I expected that he would phone me and tell me of his travel plans and I could explain about the boys. In fact he caught an early plane from Glasgow and arrived home in mid-afternoon.

I will now say something about the present state of play. I have completed collections of letters up to the end of 1920. There remain three newspapers which catered for the general public as well as publishing letters about clothes and punishment of what I may call a cryptic-erotic nature. These are London Life, The Sunday Chronicle and the Canadian Justice Weekly. The correspondence columns of L.L. start in 1923 and continue without a break until October 1941, when I think there must have been a change of owner. There was a sudden burst of interest in cross dressing in the Sunday Chronicle in 1927. I have made a selection of the letters up to 1933, but thereafter many of the letters are of doubtful validity particularly those signed "Modiste" from 14 October 1939, i.e. during the war, who claimed to be a children's dressmaker with two models, a boy and a girl, who modelled clothes for either sex. She stopped talking because there were sounds reaching them through the closed door from the hall: grumbly sorts of squeals, and Jayne's voice raised in annoyance. There was quite a pantomime going on out there and Eleanor and Trinny got to their feet to see if they could help, but the door opened as they got to it and they were faced with the husband in question. That’s OK," I said. "Jill tells me that her rule with Greg is that he can wear his male clothes to work but he has to wear panties underneath and as soon as he gets home from work he has to get prettied up. I’ll expect that from you on Monday and Tuesday, Mary-Jo. OK?"Eleanor fussed his white satin collar in her fingers. "There, there, Sissy Jennifer," she said, "let's make baby feel very, very girly in her pretty sissy collar and then we'll be able to close her up in her panties like a proper little girl baby." Angelina Frayne was 48 and a bouffant blonde, one of those women whose copious bust and low stature give the impression of a bundle of energy in female form. She sat forward on the edge of her armchair, angled towards Eleanor and Trinny on their settee. After a couple of months my mother decided it was time to show Michelle her new position in the marriage and invited William and I to stay for the weekend. She instructed Michelle that I was to referred to as Miss Veronica and William as Master William and was to be on her best behaviour ensuring she curtsied whenever given an instruction. Whilst William was obviously aware of Michelle and the fact that she was actually my husband, being served by her over the weekend was very rewarding and allowed my new relationship to be firmly displayed to Michelle. I must admit I found it all quite exciting for William and I to be served throughout the weekend by Michelle which included breakfast in bed (mothers idea). My mother had to confess that she found it thrilling getting Michelle to prepare the guest room for William and I making it clear to Michelle that her daughter would be enjoying the benefits of a strong virile man throughout the weekend much as she had done for the last couple of months and more than likely as she would for the foreseeable future.