I would like to tell you about my relationship with my husband. We have been married eight years.  Before we married, my husband told me he got a kick from wearing women’s clothes, just at odd times.  I thought this was rather strange and suggested he should see a private doctor about this. He did this and I went also to explain we were about to marry.  Could he be cured? The doctor said he was a transvestite with masochistic tendencies.  He explained it could cost many hundreds of pounds and then the 'cure' was
unlikely to be permanent. The suggestion was that I should learn to live with it if possible, or forget marriage altogether.  These tendencies only appeared every few months or so, and only for a short while.

I loved my husband (as now) very much, and went ahead and married.

The first few months were normal; then I returned home early one Saturday and heard rather a scuffle upstairs.  On entering our bedroom I found hubby was looking out the window.  He looked very guilty and was blushing.  I opened my drawers and found my foundation garments in rather a state!  I asked if he had tried some of my things on.  He stammered out that he was sorry.  I
decided there and then to go through with this.

I ordered him to strip completely and to go to the drawers and bring bra, panties, girdle, nylons and underskirt and to stand in front of me and put them on.  He did, and it was quite obvious the excitement this gave him.  I told him to bend over my knee as he had been very naughty.  I took a hairbrush from the dresser and really laid it on for about three minutes.  He suddenly let out a long gasp and, moaning, rolled on the floor.  He was in complete ecstasy!

This is when I realised for the first time what a thrill he was getting.  It only happens once about every three or four months – our life after is completely normal as is our love making.  He is a wonderful husband, kind and considerate and I now enjoy playing up to his strange requests, as long as it isn’t too frequent.

He also loves a good caning as well, particularly if I scold him first, then order him into his girlie clothes, position him across the kitchen table and give him six of the best!  Over the years I have made him one or two nice little outfits, also I bought for him a pair of high heeled theatrical shoes. These were very expensive but have been worth it.

On a Friday night my husband went out with the boys for a celebration of some sort.  He arrived home slightly the worse for drink and on coming in slammed the front door very hard breaking the two panes of glass in it.  I was genuinely very angry as just at present I am the breadwinner as he is not working.  I was going to get the cane out and give him a thorough thrashing, but I decided instead, as I was working five days a week, he could be the 'housewife' for the whole of Saturday.  I told him next morning that from 8 a.m. to 8 p.m. he would scrub and clean the house from top to bottom in his maids' outfit.

I then locked his own wardrobe and laid out for him 38” bra, C cup, a zip sided lightly boned girdle, black tights, and pink nylon panties, with lacy panels.  A very short blue nylon overall, full wig, head scarf (pink), high heels, lipstick, eye shadow, pan-stick, ear rings and white underskirt.  He was to commence at 8 a.m., scrubbing the outside toilet and yard on hands and knees.  He said meekly, 'yes, Miss', when told, and I could see he was really going to be in embarrassed ecstasy all day, especially when I told
him I would phone my old school friend, Jennifer, to call for tea.  I knew she would love this, as she does know about our little dress-ups' and also three years ago at New Year we went to a fancy dress party at her place.  George, (my husband), went as a bride complete with full length gown.

During the course of that evening a few of the girls managed to get him in a corner and while some held his arms the others got the hem up to his waist.  You can imagine the screams of delight as they realised it was not just a dress he had on, but suspender belt, nylons, and virgin white lace panties too.  He was christened 'Lucy' there and then, and some of the girls still use the name.  I personally am not at all pleased, after all he is my husband!

Dutifully the next morning my 'charlady' started work promptly whilst I supervised.  At 10.30 I instructed him to change into full maid’s outfit, to serve coffee and do some washing, hoovering, and bed making, etc.  He wore the same bra, but pale blue lace French knickers were substituted for the panties, three can-can petticoats, black skirt, maid’s hat, black nylons and frilly apron.  At 12.30 p.m. I found some fluff under one of the beds and my maid had to bend over a settee arm.  I pulled the knickers down to 'her'
knees and gave her three sharp whacks with the cane.  I could see then how much my husband was enjoying his housework.

I had phoned Jenny earlier explaining what had happened.

'Would you like to come?'

'I can’t wait to get there', was her laughing reply.

I told George, 'There will be two of us for afternoon tea at 3.30 p.m. Have it ready now, won’t you?'

'Please', he pleaded, 'let me change into shirt and slacks if Jenny’s coming, she’ll think I’m a queer if she sees me dressed like this, especially after the fancy dress party'.

'You will stay exactly like you are, do you hear?'

'Yes Miss'.  He hung his head and carried on hoovering.

Jennifer arrived at 3 p.m. Hubby met her in the hallway.  'Why, Lucy, you do look sweet, how are you getting on with your housework?'  She was grinning all over her face, obviously she was going to really enjoy this afternoon a lot.

I brought George into the back room.  'Refer to Jenny as Miss Jennifer this afternoon'.

'Yes Miss', he replied.

'I have another dress for you to put on now, it’s over here', I told him.

'Oh Miss, I can’t wear that it’s too short'.

'Do as you are told this instant!' I said.

'But Miss, you’ll be able to see my knickers when I bend', he pleaded.  'I won’t wear it.  I won’t',  and he stamped his foot.

There was a sound behind me, Jennifer had walked in.

'Are you going to do as your wife tells you?’ she asked.

'Miss Jennifer, it’s too short, it is really, please don’t.  I won’t, I won’t!'

Jennifer looked at me.  'Anne, will you leave him completely to me?'

Certainly', I replied.

'Go into the kitchen and bend over the table NOW'.  Jenny’s temper was beginning to rise.  'I’ll get the dress on him don’t worry', she whispered.  'Have you any small straps, something to fasten him over the table with?  He needs a lesson'.

I brought some luggage straps down from upstairs.

'Those are fine', said Jenny.  'I’ll take the dress in too.  Don’t come in.  I’ll need to go into the greenhouse a minute', she said.

Anticipating what she would be looking for I said, 'I think this is what you want isn’t it?'

I opened the cupboard door taking out the thin cane.

'Oh, super, Anne, just the job'.  She went into the kitchen closing the door.  'Put this dress on at once, and no nonsense!'

'No, no', hubby said.  He must have really been loving it by now.

'Right then', said Jenny.

There was quite a silence as evidently the straps were being fastened round wrists and ankles.

Suddenly I heard the first sound of the cane, and a gasp.

'Put it on'.

I heard the sound of more spanks, and then silence.  About a minute later the door opened and a smiling Jennifer emerged leading George by the hand.

'There now, doesn’t your maid look a pretty sight now?' she said.

He was zipped and fastened in the dress, head hung in shame, showing the bottom edge of his knickers and stocking tops.

'All she wanted was a bit of discipline, you haven’t been strict enough', said Jenny.  She added, 'You had better get some cream out, I think ‘her’ bottom’s rather sore'.

But I knew he’d been in ecstasy the whole time!

My husband and I enjoy your mag immensely.  He, as well as I, have sometimes doubted that some of the letters we have read from time to time have been genuine.  The story here is true although I will admit we have flowered it up a bit, but these sessions do happen from time to time.  By the way our ages: I am 37 my husband 41.

Yours Faithfully,
Mrs. A.H., Lancs.