Today’s posting will focus a lot on Pictures. As they say, a picture is worth a 1,000 Words! Well, we will compare some Modern Women with some Modern Men. Just keep in mind, Women in America have had the Right to vote for less than 100 years, they got the Right in 1920. Now that women are achieving and not being kept in their place by men, how are they doing? Any Feminist woman out there looking to now keep men in their place???
Modern Man: Ready to Love, Honor and OBEY!!!
Any Male want to try to Control this Woman?
Or is it now the Duty of the Male to look Pretty for his Woman?
The following is from Petticoat Discipline Quarterly, a testament of what woman can do!
TWO TEACHERS WHO BELIEVE IN PETTICOAT DISCIPLINE
(From ‘Search Vol 5 No 6)
I was thrilled by the letter from J B of Bath, in your Vol. 4, No. 12, in which she describes the ordeals of her petticoated husband; I can well imagine the torments he must suffer. I have long been an advocate of petticoat discipline for boys and can vouch for its effectiveness. Last year my sister came to visit me, bringing her eleven year old son. I soon saw what an unruly monster he was and suggested petticoating. My sister was shocked at first, but admitted she was at her wit’s end, and finally agreed.
My two daughters eagerly sorted through the baby girl clothes I had made some years ago to discipline their brother, and even now he is sometimes put into a lace-trimmed pinafore and made to help with the housework. His sisters and their friends tease and laugh at him of course, and this soon deflates his arrogant ego.
The following day we laid tea in the garden, and my daughters brought some of their school friends to join in the fun. While they had tea, my sister and I got my nephew ready. We are both teachers and know how to handle small boys. Although he struggled at first, a good sharp slapping from me soon cured all that. He begged and began to cry as I put him in a pair of frilly baby pants, but he didn’t risk another slapping. Next came a white organdie slip trimmed with lace, and little bows around the hem. Over this went a pink baby dress with sweet little puff sleeves edged with lace. While I tied a huge ribbon in his hair my sister strapped him into a baby harness which had small bells which jingled as he moved. The final touch was a baby’s dummy, pinned to his dress by a length of ribbon. I had purposely left on his heavy boy’s shoes and socks, and the contrast between these and his babified condition made him look absolutely ridiculous.
The girls had finished tea and were playing a game in the garden. He could see them through the window, and when we said we were going to take him outside to show them what a pretty baby he was he nearly had a fit. Even so, he had to be dragged, kicking and screaming, into the garden. Naturally the game stopped immediately as the girls stared at the struggling wretch. Several had never seen a boy in frocks before, but when they saw me holding him firmly by the baby reins they eagerly gathered round, lifting his skirts and giggling at his frilly underclothes.
Each time my scarlet-faced nephew dropped his dummy to protest, it was jammed back in place by one of the laughing girls, who were by now thoroughly enjoying themselves. They stood in a circle and began to chant, ‘Baby, baby, bunting – Baby, baby, bunting,’ until he flew into a rage, but I held him firmly by the reins, just out of reach of his tormentors.
Seeing him helpless in my firm grip gave them confidence. Two would mock and laugh at him while a third would creep up and pinch his bottom, or trip him up. After half an hour of this we were all a bit out of breath, so we sat him in a chair, and while his mother held him I produced a baby’s feeding bottle, and amid squeals of girlish laughter they all took turns feeding him. He rebelled at first at this new indignity, so I put him across my knees, turned his dress back, and gave him the spanking of his life.
I realize it must have been a terrible experience to be made to cry like a baby in front of a circle of jeering girls, but later my sister said it had worked wonders. The mere threat of being brought back to me was enough to make him as docile as a lamb.
(Mrs) M. C. Leicestershire.
Of course, with Women this strong, what choice would a male have?
Of course, the man can make himself Pretty and Desirable!
Female Power continues to Grow!
While Cute man look their best for their Woman!
The World is Changing…Woman are looking for Control and Strength!
Men are embracing their femininity!
As Women become the “Aggressors”…..
Men are becoming the “hunted”…Submissives!!!
The Taming of the Males!
ARROGANT MALE TAMED IN PETTICOATS
No more news of my ‘petticoatee’, Penelope, this month, he is still awaiting fearfully the unveiling of his new winter outfit in the Autumn.
My petticoating of Penelope has awakened a general interest in me regarding the subject of enforced petticoating of men, either as a punishment or simply for the amusement of the superior sex, and has found interesting accounts in a number of different walks of life. One area which seemed to me to be particularly promising was that of petticoat discipline in the work-place. There would surely be no better way for a female workforce to show a man his true status in the factory or office than to get him into petticoats, but having trawled through the back-numbers on your site I can find no references at all to this area.
My interest in this was first aroused at the first place I worked, when I was a junior in the accounts department of a factory making cosmetics.The stories of the activities of the factory girls in carrying out initiations or punishments of male victims was the stuff of legend. Being separated from the main factory I never saw anything myself, but heard a reliable account from a colleague who was doing some work in one of the factory offices of a young man, I believe a summer temp. on leave from college, who had offended the women in some way, being tearfully paraded round the factory wearing a baby-doll nightie, and heavily made up in the company’s complete range of cosmetics! With this group of tough and sexually-aggressive women around there was no doubt which was the dominant sex in that plant.
I was reminded of this incident when I read a letter in an issue of ‘Madame’ magazine about similar treatment meted out to hapless male victim. Headed ‘Clive’s Comeuppance’, the letter told of the fate of a young man, promoted to a supervisory position in a factory producing ladies’ undies, who came to regret his high-handed attitude to the girls! A group of them warned him that unless he stopped his harrassment they would take the law into their own hands and ‘teach him a lesson’. His fate was sealed when he laughingly told them they ‘couldn’t touch him!’ They decided (and how I agree!), that a thorough petticoating was the best way to put him in his place, and planned accordingly, using their skills and the factory’s equipment to produce a suitably humiliating
Waiting for a day when the senior management were all away at a meeting, they used a girl the unfortunate Clive was known to fancy to lure him to a quiet part of the factory to meet his fate. Finding himself in a room with about 50 women he was soon overpowered and stripped. He was then forced to stand on a low table, hands on his head, whilst the young girl who had lured him there in the first place made a very nice job of shaving him. His biggest surprise was yet to come, I will quote from the letter, which I have kept as part of my collection of ‘petticoating classics’ :-
‘He soon realised what was about to happen to him, and I will never forget the look of real fear on his face as
the girls flounced the mass of frillies in front of him and told him that he was to be our little girl for the evening’.
He is then forced to put on a frilly pair of bloomers, and then come the highlight of the story to me, his petticoating:
‘Clive was in tears by this time, as Susan told him that he was to be put into petticoats and a party dress as
his punishment. The girl who had produced the petticoats had gone for very full can-can type, and she laughingly
flounced each separate tier and skirt in front of him, making sure each petticoat, he was to wear two, was fully
flounced, making sure that his party dress would be properly ‘skirted’ over them, ensuring maximum fullness
for the dress, and maximum shame to Clive! The first petti was pulled up over his panties, and adjusted for
length, the second one had to be passed over his head and again adjusted. The two petticoats gave a
tremendous fullness, but had been deliberately made just short enough to leave the frilly legs of his bloomers on
show. I guessed he must have had at least eight three-tiered skirts in his petticoats, which were made of
stiffened paper nylon material that rustled delightfully as he walked! Two ribbons were then pinned to the waist
bands and passed over his shoulders to prevent the heavy petticoats from slipping down and spoiling the look.
As we stepped back to admire this fantastic creation Clive was a broken man- tear streaming down his face as
he bowed his head into his chest, all fight gone from him – I realised then we could do whatever we liked from
now on, this was the end of Clive’s rule!’
I’ll bet it was! The letter goes on to describe in superb detail, his party frock, and elaborate pinnie, how he was paraded round the factory, and his eventual change into overall and turban to help the cleaners, before being thrown out into the street to make his own way home thus attired!
This must surely be the finest way possible for any group of women to turn the tables on a ‘Jack the Lad’, and I would love to hear from any readers with similar experiences. Did it work? I can do no better than refer back to the end of the letter:
‘Poor Clive never lived down being turned into pretty, frilly Shirley ( the name the girls called him). Not a day
passed without him being asked if he wanted his dress on again, or being told to be careful his petticoats
weren’t showing! His enforced dressing in such ultra-frilly clothing had totally crushed him, along with our
imaginative humiliations, and he would never be a nuisance to women again. He was in no doubt that if he ever
stepped out of line again he would get more of the same and we often showed him his party outfit hanging in the
locker room just as a reminder!’
More power to the petticoat,
And now…”Eyecandy” for our Superior, Female Feminists!
Encouraging young men like Britney will create a better world for the Strong Feminist Women that are becoming the New Leaders!
It is now a Woman’s World!
Long Live Strong and Dominant Women!