Each month in 'Madame' it is possible to see a really fascinating selection of letters, fantasy situations, case histories and articles on every aspect of female domination over the male. I read every word with deep interest, and found many facets of female domination exciting, but one thing thrills me more than any other, and that is 'petticoat punishment'. You, and many readers, may recall that a couple of fantasy stories I have submitted have, in fact, been printed in your magazine. I enjoy not only writing them, but also reading other 'petticoat punishment' stories which are published. But, exciting though such fantasies are, there is nothing – just nothing – to capture the imagination as much as TRUE instances of 'petticoating' a reluctant male.

I myself would love to be forced to wear frilly, girlish dresses and frothy petticoats, then humiliated and ridiculed by laughing women and girls deaf to my pleas for mercy, punished by hours of bondage whilst in silky skirts, spanked on my flimsy knickers until I sobbed like a little girl! In the privacy of my home, I do dress as a French maid or a little girl and am treated as a girl and punished by my wife, who is wonderfully understanding. But then it's a game. It isn't for real! I have been dressed as a girl amongst many, many girls on occasions. There are opportunities, such as fancy dress parties or in carnivals, when I can dress in ultra frilly clothing and mix with girls and women, hear their laughter and teasing comments, feel my dress pulled up to display my filmy underthings. But although it can be intoxicatingly thrilling to be dressed and treated this way, it is of my own choosing. It is NOT 'petticoat punishment!'

So what is this special magic that is so appealing? Is it a bossy husband dressed as a French maid, serving his wife and her laughing friends drinks, and hating every minute of it? Or is it a teenage rebel, pleading piteously not to be taken out in public as he stands there, utterly ashamed and frightened, in a dainty short dance dress, nylons, and lightly rustling petticoats? Or is it a naughty, cheeky boy, a terror in trousers, turned into a penitent, sobbing girlish miss, dressed in a frilly party dress, ribbons, and can-can petticoats, holding a big doll?

'Petticoat Punishment' does happen, contrary to what some readers suggest. I can honestly say I have witnessed it briefly on two occasions, and strongly suspected it on three others. The first occasion shocked me, and I believe caused me to desire that such a thing should happen to me. Previously I was happy to dress as a girl whenever I could, but the idea of actually being forced to dress as a girl everywhere, as opposed to voluntarily and in private, had never really occurred to me.

It was in the early 1960s, and I was in the nearby town shopping. In a large store I saw a group of people, and as I reached them I saw the reason for their interest. A boy, of about eleven, with a boy's short hair, was standing there wearing a lemon girls' party dress which flared out over layers of petticoats. He looked scared to death, and no wonder, dressed like that. As I watched, two women came up to him and they all moved on. I know nothing more, except that it was a boy dressed as a girl, and he obviously wasn't enjoying it at all. As it was February, it was a most inappropriate dress even for a girl, so I realised that he was being dressed excessively girlishly against his will. Later I learned of the term 'petticoat punishment'.

Many years later, an interested lady with whom I  worked at the time, informed me that her nephew was often dressed as a girl as a punishment. My interest and disbelief finally led her to taking me to her sister's home as a friend. I never spoke to the boy, but did see two girls outside in the garden. Both wore pretty dresses, but I was assured later that one was a boy, and I do believe her, as she had gone to a great deal of trouble to prove her point.

The other instances were similar, in that all the boys were dressed as girls in carnivals and processions in the Lancashire area. One wore a Swiss costume, velvet skirt and cotton blouse; one was a fairy in a ballet dress, another a doll in a white frilly dress, and the fourth was a saloon girl, wearing a converted Latin American short satin dance dress! I do not believe a normal boy of 11-14, as these boys were, would willingly parade through their home town or village in front of all their school friends dressed in such feminine costumes, if they did not have to. One, I recall, looked quite content, but the others did not look at all happy.

So it does happen. But why should a boy be so embarrassed and afraid of wearing girls' clothing? After all, many girls wear boyish clothes. Of course, we know the reason. The conditioning that teaches us that girls may climb trees or play football without reproach, but boys must never play with dolls or press flowers. It is considered soft, effeminate, and soppy for any boy to be interested in 'feminine' things. He is afraid of ridicule, the teasing, the shame that is associated with it. Most especially the prospect of wearing girls' clothes is terrifying, and so it becomes a fascinating form of punishment. The true petticoat punishment devotee revels in the initial torments of any boy faced with 'petticoat punishment', his begging and pleading, no longer arrogant, cheeky, strong or tough. Not afraid of a fight, or even physical chastisement, but terrified of being attired in strange, flimsy, frilly, girlish garments.

I have noticed that many boys who have suffered the torments of 'petticoat punishment' are not dressed in normal girlish attire, but in excessively frilly underwear and dresses, in order to inflict upon them the girlish sensations of sensual silks, satins, rustling taffetta, or filmy, floaty, flimsy chiffon; the clothes shimmer and shine, they are soft, smooth, and dainty.

'Oh please, please, no! No! Please don't, I'm not a girl. Please don't do this to me, I don't like it. I don't want to be dressed up as a girl!' It is thrilling to hear a boy plead like this, but it need only be the start of a period of forced girlishness. It is fun to dress a boy in clothes more suitable for a young girl. Clothes that in themselves deride him and torment him: frilly knickers, multi-layered, swirly, short frilly petticoats made of taffeta, silk, or chiffon that rustles and slithers around the poor boy's knickers and thighs. A pretty, short party dress maybe, with puff sleeves and a frothy swirly skirt, all flounces and ruffles, tied with a satin sash in a big bow behind. Silk or satin ribbons in his hair, knee length white socks too.

In his clothes he'll feel girlish. He must be treated as a girl and forced to act girlishly, or be punished with a spanking on his knickers. Another effective punishment for resistance to his new role is to tie him up before a mirror, so that he can see himself all girlie and helpless, only able to wriggle in his silks and frillies, which only causes him further anguish due to the silky material moving on his thighs.  But the thing that any boy dreads most of all is being displayed as a girl to girls and women. Many males may enjoy dressing in private, but will resist any move to be displayed to others for fear of ridicule.

Fortunately, many women who do dress up their sons as girls do rather enjoy showing them off to relatives, their friends, or even in public. I consider that any boy 'petticoated' should be exposed to girls in his pretty dresses and frilly underthings. I have experienced this many times, and the humiliation for me is the teasing I have received, and the giggles and shrieks of laughter from the girls around me. No respite should be given either. If not being tormented by giggling girls, the boy should be made to play with dolls, push a pram around, skip, or dance, thus making him fully aware that he is a girl: aware of his silky clothes swaying and swishing around his legs. Similarly, if an older male is forced to dress as a maid, he should have to serve ladies and girls at parties etc, thereby ensuring that he is utterly ridiculed.

The usual reason for 'petticoat punishment' is misbehaviour. It is obvious that a boy in petticoats is likely to feel girlish and submissive. Even girls tend to be more trouble when in jeans, than in pretty dresses, as if trousers were a license to cause trouble. It is a fact that boys who are put into petticoats become embarrassed, shy, quieter, and more manageable. Mothers who have difficulty in controlling their boisterous sons should note that well.

Even the courts have inflicted 'petticoat punishment'. In 1962, in Texas, a judge sentenced ten boys who had been brought before him for juvenile delinquency to spend six months as girls. Each boy was issued with girlish punishment dresses and underwear, excessively feminine and frilly, the object being to punish them by ridicule and humiliation. I do not know the result of the sentence on the boys, but what an effect it must have had, for they had to dress in their frilly outfits at home, on the street, and to school. I can imagine the humiliation they would feel amongst scores of giggling schoolgirls – a company of derision around them.

It is fascinating, isn't it? But what an exciting and interesting punishment, to try to turn a boy or youth into a submissive, obedient little girl, or a man into a  submissive housemaid, wearing a black satin dress, black nylons and suspenders, plus masses of frilly can-can petticoats.

Come on, you dominant women! More 'petticoat punishment'. Make your male really squirm in frills and satin! No mercy, just make them sob and cry like soppy girls do. Masses of petticoats – ridicule them – let girls see them all dolled up. Make a simpering doll of your male. Watch him cry. Take pictures of him as a girl. Let us all see them. Instead of playing boys' games, have him dancing among the girls in a frilly girlish dress, or giggling helplessly as he is forced to play amongst the 'other' little girls.

I will close for now, but I hope that this letter may result in more naughty males being 'put into petticoats'. 'Petticoat punishment' is really a fascinating and thrilling subject, the more so to witness yourself. The once strong male, now reduced to pitiful sobs and pleadings through being forced to wear girls' panties, petticoats and frilly dresses!
Yours girlishly,

'Susan' (N.W. Lancs)