SISSY-DISCIPLINED BY MOTHER AND SISTER
Let me say up front that I cherish your site every month. My history of
being petticoated stemmed from a time as a child of 7 or 8 years old, when
my father was out of town a lot on
business, and my mother and sister had me all to themselves. It started
initially when I was being punished for getting into
my older sister's things. I was not very sorry, and did not see any
reason to be. I felt that being the 'man' of the house meant that I
could, and should, have the ability to do anything I wanted It seemed
to work quite well when my Dad was home...
That afternoon, I took a much deserved nap. When I woke up, I discovered
that both of my hands had all the fingernails painted
a bright red with nail polish! I demanded to know
who did this to me, and how was I supposed to get it off... when both my
mother and sister came into the room, I could see that they
were not surprised by my condition. My sister immediately informed
me that I was to wear the nail polish as long as my mother wanted
me to, in punishment for getting into her private things. I was shocked
and dismayed by these turn of events and I demanded
to have it removed. My mother told me that I was to stop demanding
anything, and that I was to start asking politely for things, or
the nail polish would stay on for quite a while.
In fact, she told me that I was to take off my socks
and shoes and sit still for my sister while she put a couple of coats of
the red nail polish on my toe nails. I was to wear open
toed sandals all day without socks and I had to wear a pair of shorts that
did not have pockets along with a t-shirt. Being that
this was in the summer, I did not see any problem with the clothing until
I realised that everybody would see my nail polish!
My mother further stated that I was to accompany them
both to the store that day, and that I was to help carry the packages
around the store, and out to the car... if I gave either of them
any problems with doing this little excursion, I would have to wear the
nail polish for another day. If I was well behaved,
and did as I was told, the nail polish would come off when I went to bed
I did the little excursion, and was frightfully humiliated
by everybody noticing my finger and toe nails being polished bright red!
Since that day, both my mother and sister would punish
me with some form of 'sissification' in order to make me behave better
while my dad was out of town. I never mentioned
anything to my dad about the treatment I was receiving at home while he
was away, but he did mention that I was apparently behaving
a lot better for my mother and sister while he was gone because he was
getting glowing reports of my sudden interest in helping
around the house and obeying both my sister and mother!
My mother even had a little girl style frock made for
me, which I had to wear with frilly lawn bloomers which were lightly starched,
and peeped below the hem of the frock, which was quite full because I had
to wear three rustly petticoats underneath. When sitting down my sister
trained me to raise my skirt and petticoats so that everybody could see
my bloomers. I also had to wear short white ankle socks, and Mary Jane
style single strap shoes. An apron was tied tightly on if there was housework
that I had to do.
This treatment continued up and including my high school
days, and one or two of my high school girlfriends knew about my punishment
rituals at home. One of them took an avid interest in my punishments at
home, and was instrumental in ensuring
that I behaved on my dates with her, after conferring with my
mother and sister on my continued petticoat punishment. All during my
junior and senior year of high school, I got excellent
grades, and was going steady with Becky When I graduated, and went
to college I got my degree in health care.
Years later, with the consent, and approval of my parents
(and sister), I married Becky and to this day remain
happily so. My wife to this day continues my petticoat punishment
when I am ill-behaved. The details of that are another
story. However, I have gotten accustomed to coming home and getting
dressed most evenings, and week-ends at my wife's insistence.
We have been married now for over thirty years, and we would recommend
this treatment to all men if needed. However, it has to start
I hope that you enjoyed the
account of my personal petticoat punishment.
A lifetime of petticoat
discipline is a very precious gift, and you are very lucky. When a boy
has undergone petticoating it can be very sad if he is unable to find a
wife who understands his needs. I agree with you and Becky in your recommendation
of petticoating for all men if needed, but it is very important that it
start in an ambience of love and security, as it obviously did in your
I do not approve of nail
polish for children, in fact I do not much care for it at any age, but
it does seem to have had a salutory effect in your case.
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