Petticoat Discipline: Why Your Naughty Son Needs to Start Dressing Like a Girl!

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Really Robert, I simply cannot understand how you can be so ungrateful. Here I have spared not a penny to groom you for the role, ever since that day the talent scout spied you, and now you complain that you do not wish to be Miss Dottie Dimples!”

A slight tremor caressed Robert's frame as he sat demurely in his lavishly frilled boudoir, facing his Aunt. The slight movement caused the folds of his elaborately frilled pink satin negligee to shimmer, and it was not missed by the eagle eye of his hunt. "Yes Aunty," he murmured.

Peter Farrer Writer.

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.” should be made to wear an uncomfortably tight bra, to show him how reasonable his regular brassières are. Stella Gonzalez-Arnal of the Department of Philosophy at the University of Hull sees pinaforing as a " politically incorrect form of sexuality" in which "women's clothing and women's traditional occupations" are regarded "as inferior and humiliating; reinforcing undesirable stereotypes by characterising females as submissive, passive, helpless and subservient." She adds "I will argue that petticoating is a politically ambiguous form of sexuality which can have positive readings. I claim that it can be educational and therapeutical and that it can subvert our notions of masculinity and femininity." [2] Literary accounts [ edit ] Almost immediately after our marriage my wife explained that, having been obliged to undergo a most complete course of tight-lacing herself, she was determined that her husband should do the same. Despite my attempts at ridicule, she insisted on my constantly wearing a pair of long-waisted satin corsets which she provided, and which she plainly took the keenest pleasure in lacing to the utmost tightness. After a few weeks I was obliged to don high-heeled shoes in the evening, and to make the story short, before long she compelled me to dress from head to foot in female dress every night, when we were in no expectation of receiving visits. And this is not all: not satisfied with obliging me to wear skirts and laces and frills in the evenings, she insists on my continuing my corsets, and chemise also, under my ordinary day garments; so that now for some years I have gone about laced as tightly as any professional beauty, while I have to spend my evenings in an avalanche of lace skirts, the most extravagantly high-heeled and pointed shoes, and corsets so tiny that even to sit down is almost an impossibility. Longline bras are ideally suited for use in this way, as are basques, particularly those with additional boning to help mould the figure. The extra length of such foundation garments serves to constrict much more of the upper body, with an effect that is not dissimilar to wearing a modestly laced corset. If your husband already has slight breasts of his own, you may find that a suitably chosen basque or longline brassière enhances them further, with its tight embrace causing his body fat to be pushed up and out into its cups, again in a not dissimilar manner to a corset. Figure 6.1 shows a basque being used for this purpose.

In a week’s time it’s Lucy’s tenth birthday. She’s going to have a fancy dress party for a dozen of her little friends. I can’t think of anything worse than a dozen or so ten year old girls running round squealing and screaming, so I'm planning to go out for the afternoon. If I time it right I should be able to avoid the whole awful affair. The final stage was to investigate the possibility of there being other periodicals of this type, described in the current Press Directories as comic papers. In this way I discovered the paper known successively as Photo Fun, New Photo Fun, New Fun, Funand Bits of Fun. Types of Situation. We are so fortunate, darling, that we decided to have two such adorable little girls! I shudder to think of what they would be like had we let them continue to wear trousers!" 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. She likes to curtsey and say "Yes Mistress Lady Penelope" with her skirt fanned out, her eyes humbly averted, with her pinkie fingers raised for that is safe, she cannot get into trouble by saying something wrong. She is of course frustrated, not the least sexually and her chastity belt sees to that, but in many other ways too, she would like to do something for herself once in a while but the daily grind of her existence precludes that, serving Mistress fills her life, she has no time for other things and suspects that Mistress often makes up tasks for her purely to keep her busy and that is the most frustrating thing of all.

As many women know, it is difficult to find a well-fitting brassière at the best of times, thanks to the many ways in which an otherwise perfect bra can ultimately prove to be insufferable. It is not hard to imagine how much more uncomfortable a brassière can become if it has been deliberately selected with this intention. We will be looking at ways in which one can do so shortly, but if your husband's lingerie drawer already contains a number of bras, the chances are there is at least one that he dislikes wearing more than the others. Your husband is unlikely to complain if that bra is reserved for punishment purposes - until, that is, he next finds himself being punished! If you're tired of waiting up at night for your husband to stumble drunkenly home from the pub, put him in a bra before he goes out - ideally one that requires a little effort to keep it from showing. If you point out that he won't be able to hide it when he's drunk, you can be sure he won't be drinking too much that evening - the shame of revealing his embarrassing secret to his drinking mates would be too great for him to even consider doing so.

She is also wearing a slave collar which is never removed even in the shower and the maid must keep it sparkling. It is a constant reminder to all that she is Mistress Lady Penelope's property, a mere domestic appliance existing only to humbly serve her Mistress. You can think of her as a 100% labour saving device, so Mistress never has to do anything. Mistress' world is all about pleasure except for occasionally disciplining her maid, which actually Mistress also finds pleasurable. should be made to wear a bra that cannot be hidden, to prevent him from leaving the house until you decide he should. This is one of many other letters which I have received of a similar nature. The writer seems to be as unmanly and effeminate as his aunt is idiotic. What a pity it is there is no conscription, if only to get MFC sent to the front to do a little healthy fighting." 4) The School Play. In my fantasy I live with my step mother and step sister. I'm 14 years old. Lucy, my step sister, is nearly ten. Sheila, my step mother, does not particularly like me. When it was just me and my Dad I could do pretty much whatever I liked. Now Dad’s gone I still want to do the same, but Sheila won’t tolerate that at all. She’s trying to instil what she refers to as ‘proper discipline’ in me. Even as a young child I never got spanked, but Sheila’s had me over her lap with my trousers and underpants down round my ankles several times already.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. This week, I have hired out my husband to Ms Rita Brasshouse and her friends from the Women's Institute - the local married ladies who are operating a very profitable house of ill repute, just outside Basingstoke. My hubby was thrilled when I informed him that he would be working as a petticoated housemaid in a Female Supremacist bordello! should be given breasts that are undeniably feminine, to understand what it is like to have his chest stared at. And no remonstrance of mine regarding the effeminacy or unmanliness of my array is of any avail, as my imperious wife seems to delight in nothing more than the idea that she has forced one of the 'ugly' sex to conform to the dainty restraint of corsets, heels, and petticoats, which every pretty woman soon learns causes the helplessness that proves in the end to be her strength.

So, it feels like ages since I did a selfie. I think that is because the last one was in Florida, and even though parts of that feel like yesterday, parts of it feel like a really long time ago. Possibly too, because the weather here is so cold now, looking at myself in vest tops and cotton skirts seems crazy :). Bearing all of the above in mind, therefore, there are three factors that may be used to distinguish a punishment brassière from one that is merely intended for regular wear: That man's revelations about his private reading matter introduced me to the fascinating and hitherto unexplored periodicals Modern Society and Photo Bits. Both are mentioned in James Joyce's Ulysses, which shows that Joyce was aware of them as a contemporary reader.I soon learnt to behave myself, and in a few weeks began quite to like the sensation of wearing stays, and to look forward to putting on the new and smaller pair with which my aunt provided me every two months. I found it advisable to keep my stays on at night, and then I did not have to do so much pulling-in in the morning, and at the end of a year, a fashionable French girl, with an up-to-date maid, would have envied my perfect figure and waist, which was never allowed to exceed seventeen inches, night or day. I was disciplined in this way until I was nearly sixteen, with the most beneficial result to my character and manners, and my health was excellent the whole time. . . . " He shut his eyes tightly to blot out the sight of his Aunt and cousins derisive expressions when they spied him. After months of severe figure training and deportment, Robert's Aunty feels it is time for her to present her darling, feminized boy-girl to the public. Sheila went to her cupboard and produced several carrier bags. “As I knew you wouldn’t choose a costume for yourself,” she said, “I've chosen one for you. You will go to Lucy’s party as White Rabbit. Lucy is going as Alice in Wonderland, so you’ll match perfectly!”