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The Petticoating League: The Secret Project (Part One)
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Some members might have read my post about how I ended up in a baby-bouncer during one memorable petticoating episode. Here's my story about how such a device came to exist..

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The Petticoating League: The Secret Project (Part One)

When the request arrived via Amelia Barnes - a close friend of his wife who he knew reasonably well - Roger Wasserman knew he had no choice but to accept.

To anyone unfamiliar with the world of petticoating, Amelia’s email would have appeared totally innocuous - no different, in many ways, to the sort of job requests that Roger received every week. It was polite in tone, with its author noting that she was more than familiar with Roger’s reputation as an excellent craftsman and was extremely keen to hire him for his labour. Even Ameila’s reference to a ‘slightly unusual project’ wasn’t particularly out of the blue, given his reputation for building custom furniture for all sorts of unique takes.

He wrote back immediately saying he’d be happy to take on the project. For Amelia wasn’t just any friend of his wife Madeleine. In fact, the two women were members of a small but lively network of women joined by a shared interest in discipline-led relationships - and what was known to fellow devotees as something called ‘petticoat punishment’: the use of feminising and intantilising techniques to modify the behaviour of unruly males. They called themselves - slightly in jest - the Petticoating League.

Most of the time petticoating itself was quite subtle: intended to quietly remind the petticoatee of his lesser status without drawing particular attention from unsuspecting bystanders. It was common, for example, for the men in petticoating couples to have their choice of underwear restricted purely to knickers - typically chosen by the wife and often designed by specialist seamstresses to cause as much embarrassment to the wearer as possible. Shocking pinks, large frills, and ruffled bottoms were all typical features - something both Roger and Peter knew well.

The aim of an effective petticoating regime was to create a clear incentive for the male to do as he was told. If he wanted his little predicament  to remain secret, he had to behave in a way which meets his wife’s standards. Bad behaviour, on the other hand, would typically be met with punishments that increased the risk of exposure.

The regime was well established in the Wasserman household. For Roger, failure to meet one of Madeline’s evening curfews - even by as little as two minutes - usually resulted in him having to hand-wash his collection of ‘sissy panties’ and then hang them on the washing line - in full view of the neighbours. More serious aggravations - such as answering back or failing to do assigned chores - might result in a full petticoating: such as the requirement to wear elaborate frilly dresses - typically resembling an old-fashioned party dress worn by a young girl - around the house and garden.

As you can imagine, any self-respecting male would have an overwhelming desire to avoid such humiliation - and Roger was no different on that front. Even so, the ladies of the League liked to add a few additional incentives. In recent years, for example, it had become customary  for wives to circulate photos of their husbands in the League's WhatsApp group showing them undergoing their embarrassing punishments. One of the younger women in the League had recently joked about turning the best snaps into a charity-style novelty calendar. The very prospect had made Roger’s stomach drop - and he suspected he wasn’t the only one.

While the League made it clear that men were expected to obey their partners, it did accept that - in the interests of forming stronger social bonds across the group - it was only natural that there would be some solidarity between the male members. Male members were free to mix freely with each other, and share their tips on how to deal with some of the more feared elements of petticoating.

Over the past year, for example, there had been a marked rise in interest amongst the women of the League in male chastity, with the majority of the men now subject to some sort of orgasm control. A common topic in the men’s WhatsApp group (which, as per the League’s rules, always contained one female member to oversee the conversations) was how to deal with the initial discomfort of wearing such an unfamiliar device. Likewise, the men frequently rooted for each other when it came to earning release from chastity, and it was common for members to share celebratory posts when they did achieve orgasm.

As two of the longer standing members of the community, Roger and Peter had become friends and often shared a drink at the various meet-ups and dinner parties organised by the League. Roger was grateful that the two men had been spared the embarrassment of being fully petticoated in each other’s company - something which allowed the two of them to feel vaguely superior to those less lucky members who found themselves in their full petticoating garb at social functions. He recalled sharing a quiet joke with Peter at last year’s annual BBQ as they watched one long-standing member forced to attend the function in a particularly ridiculous party dress complete with bow sleeves and some half dozen petticoats. Even amongst fellow petticoatees, the poor man looked ridiculous: something the women of the group did not fail to hammer home.

All of which meant that when Amelia asked for Roger’s help, saying no was hardly an option. And sure enough the very next day he found himself visiting the Barnes’ home for an initial chat about the project. It was, she reiterated, a rather unusual task but something she was confident would not extend beyond the limits of his competence. Just as he began to imagine what this mystery task could possibly be, Amelia handed him a page taken from a Mothercare catalogue.

‘Here it is,’ she said, pointing to a picture of a baby bouncer: a purpose-built sling in which infants could safely amuse themselves by bouncing up and down. ‘That’s exactly what I want you to build… except bigger… and two of them.’

‘Bigger?’ he asked.

‘Well of course,’ she said slightly curtly. ‘I mean how else is it going to hold Max and Sebastian?’ she continued - dropping in the name of her older teenage boys.

‘You want it to hold Max and Sebastian?’ he asked, unable to contain his surprise.

‘Well, separately of course,’ she said. ‘And I should hope they’ll have the sense to do their best not to end up in it. But that’s exactly what I’d like you to build: an adult-sized baby bouncer.’

He felt his cheeks flush with a kind of vicarious embarrassment. He knew that dummy discipline - a subset of petticoat discipline where unruly males were punished by being treated as infants - was popular with many ladies in the League, but he’d never encountered it personally. He began to stammer a response.

‘I know we do things slightly differently to your household, but honestly there’s nothing like the threat of nappy discipline to keep teenage boys in line - as I’m sure you’ll both find out in time,’ she continued. 

‘Anyway, I do hope you’ll be able to help. And should you do a good job, I’d be delighted to nominate you for a good behavior award at the next meet-up…’

Roger’s ears perked up. He knew exactly what that meant: a successful nomination from another lady within the League would result in him earning the right to double his chastity releases - from two a month, to four - for the next quarter. It was something he couldn’t afford to turn down.

‘Yes, I should be able to help,’ he said. ‘It might take a few days to order in the bits but I suspect I’ll be ready to start by Monday?’

‘Oh that’s wonderful news,’ she said with a smile. ‘I did have a feeling you might say yes, but one doesn’t like to get too ahead of one’s self when it comes to these things…’

As she showed Roger out, Amelia gave him two kisses on the cheek and asked him to pass on her regards to Madeleine. With this new display of friendliness, she seemed almost flirty as she waved him goodbye, blowing a couple of air kisses for good measure.

Walking back into the house, Amelia smiled to herself again.  If the males of the house thought they’d experienced nappy discipline already, they were about to learn they’d seen nothing yet: and all thanks to good old Roger and his desire to get out of that chastity cage. She walked confidently into the sitting room and leaned over the jumbo playpen with a grin on her face.

‘Wakey wakey little Petey,’ she cooed almost sarcastically, as she looked down at the site of her mortified husband still sitting as she’d left him some three hours earlier.

Propped up in the corner of the playpen, he wore a large oversized nappy bulging out from under his loose cotton t-shirt. In his mouth sat an equally oversized pacifier, with the two ribbons tying the contraption in place. Having been placed through the bars of the playpen, his hands had then been clad in giant locking mittens, which made it impossible for him to move them in any significant way. No wonder his face was bright red.

Of course that wasn’t the only reason for him to be embarrassed. The telltale smell coming from his direction confirmed her suspicion that last night’s bean burrito - to which she’d added a certain choice ingredient - had indeed worked its magic. For the first time in his adult size, Peter Barnes had lost control of his bowels: just as she'd intended.

‘Oh poooo-eeey,’ she chimed in a sing-song voice, fanning her nose and looking down at him. ‘Isn’t a good thing I didn’t bring your friend Roger in here when you’re sitting there smelling like that, hey? Or would you prefer I go and get him back in here - show him what a silly boy you’ve been?’

Peter’s friend was instantaneous. He began to shake his head as vigorously as possible to communicate his answer. His attempts at speech were muffled by the pacifier.

‘It’s okay little Petey, we won’t do that today,’ she cooed, as she tickled his chin with her finger. ‘Your friend Roger is going to be very busy for a bit helping me with an important job.’

She laughed to herself as the ingeniousness of her plan crossed her mind.

‘Yes he’s going to be building something very special for you - something very special indeed…’

And with that, she waved a cutesy goodbye to her mortified husband as she walked out of the room -  fanning her nose as she went - and back into the adult world. After his little escapade from last weekend, she’d made it clear he’d remain in nappies until at least the next day. And in any event, Amelia Barnes had work to do.
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#2
I love it. I hope this will be the first of many; it is really well written and when I find myself cringing at aspects that remind me of my own petticoating and nappy punishments, I know the author has done a good job.

And Peter will certainly think twice before he upsets her again.  Wink
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(08-24-2020, 04:32 PM)Girlygirl Wrote: I love it. I hope this will be the first of many; it is really well written and when I find myself cringing at aspects that remind me of my own petticoating and nappy punishments, I know the author has done a good job.

And Peter will certainly think twice before he upsets her again.  Wink

Thank you!

It was just a first draft really, so the style is a bit off at the beginning. I wanted to end part one with a Hollywood style reveal/cliffhanger though!

xx
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#4
You’ve certainly done that; I can imagine you finishing up with a crèche of adult babies when you’re done.  Big Grin
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#5
(08-24-2020, 12:10 PM)SissyGoesSplat Wrote: Some members might have read my post about how I ended up in a baby-bouncer during one memorable petticoating episode. Here's my story about how such a device came to exist..

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The Petticoating League: The Secret Project (Part One)

When the request arrived via Amelia Barnes - a close friend of his wife who he knew reasonably well - Roger Wasserman knew he had no choice but to accept.

To anyone unfamiliar with the world of petticoating, Amelia’s email would have appeared totally innocuous - no different, in many ways, to the sort of job requests that Roger received every week. It was polite in tone, with its author noting that she was more than familiar with Roger’s reputation as an excellent craftsman and was extremely keen to hire him for his labour. Even Ameila’s reference to a ‘slightly unusual project’ wasn’t particularly out of the blue, given his reputation for building custom furniture for all sorts of unique takes.

He wrote back immediately saying he’d be happy to take on the project. For Amelia wasn’t just any friend of his wife Madeleine. In fact, the two women were members of a small but lively network of women joined by a shared interest in discipline-led relationships - and what was known to fellow devotees as something called ‘petticoat punishment’: the use of feminising and intantilising techniques to modify the behaviour of unruly males. They called themselves - slightly in jest - the Petticoating League.

Most of the time petticoating itself was quite subtle: intended to quietly remind the petticoatee of his lesser status without drawing particular attention from unsuspecting bystanders. It was common, for example, for the men in petticoating couples to have their choice of underwear restricted purely to knickers - typically chosen by the wife and often designed by specialist seamstresses to cause as much embarrassment to the wearer as possible. Shocking pinks, large frills, and ruffled bottoms were all typical features - something both Roger and Peter knew well.

The aim of an effective petticoating regime was to create a clear incentive for the male to do as he was told. If he wanted his little predicament  to remain secret, he had to behave in a way which meets his wife’s standards. Bad behaviour, on the other hand, would typically be met with punishments that increased the risk of exposure.

The regime was well established in the Wasserman household. For Roger, failure to meet one of Madeline’s evening curfews - even by as little as two minutes - usually resulted in him having to hand-wash his collection of ‘sissy panties’ and then hang them on the washing line - in full view of the neighbours. More serious aggravations - such as answering back or failing to do assigned chores - might result in a full petticoating: such as the requirement to wear elaborate frilly dresses - typically resembling an old-fashioned party dress worn by a young girl - around the house and garden.

As you can imagine, any self-respecting male would have an overwhelming desire to avoid such humiliation - and Roger was no different on that front. Even so, the ladies of the League liked to add a few additional incentives. In recent years, for example, it had become customary  for wives to circulate photos of their husbands in the League's WhatsApp group showing them undergoing their embarrassing punishments. One of the younger women in the League had recently joked about turning the best snaps into a charity-style novelty calendar. The very prospect had made Roger’s stomach drop - and he suspected he wasn’t the only one.

While the League made it clear that men were expected to obey their partners, it did accept that - in the interests of forming stronger social bonds across the group - it was only natural that there would be some solidarity between the male members. Male members were free to mix freely with each other, and share their tips on how to deal with some of the more feared elements of petticoating.

Over the past year, for example, there had been a marked rise in interest amongst the women of the League in male chastity, with the majority of the men now subject to some sort of orgasm control. A common topic in the men’s WhatsApp group (which, as per the League’s rules, always contained one female member to oversee the conversations) was how to deal with the initial discomfort of wearing such an unfamiliar device. Likewise, the men frequently rooted for each other when it came to earning release from chastity, and it was common for members to share celebratory posts when they did achieve orgasm.

As two of the longer standing members of the community, Roger and Peter had become friends and often shared a drink at the various meet-ups and dinner parties organised by the League. Roger was grateful that the two men had been spared the embarrassment of being fully petticoated in each other’s company - something which allowed the two of them to feel vaguely superior to those less lucky members who found themselves in their full petticoating garb at social functions. He recalled sharing a quiet joke with Peter at last year’s annual BBQ as they watched one long-standing member forced to attend the function in a particularly ridiculous party dress complete with bow sleeves and some half dozen petticoats. Even amongst fellow petticoatees, the poor man looked ridiculous: something the women of the group did not fail to hammer home.

All of which meant that when Amelia asked for Roger’s help, saying no was hardly an option. And sure enough the very next day he found himself visiting the Barnes’ home for an initial chat about the project. It was, she reiterated, a rather unusual task but something she was confident would not extend beyond the limits of his competence. Just as he began to imagine what this mystery task could possibly be, Amelia handed him a page taken from a Mothercare catalogue.

‘Here it is,’ she said, pointing to a picture of a baby bouncer: a purpose-built sling in which infants could safely amuse themselves by bouncing up and down. ‘That’s exactly what I want you to build… except bigger… and two of them.’

‘Bigger?’ he asked.

‘Well of course,’ she said slightly curtly. ‘I mean how else is it going to hold Max and Sebastian?’ she continued - dropping in the name of her older teenage boys.

‘You want it to hold Max and Sebastian?’ he asked, unable to contain his surprise.

‘Well, separately of course,’ she said. ‘And I should hope they’ll have the sense to do their best not to end up in it. But that’s exactly what I’d like you to build: an adult-sized baby bouncer.’

He felt his cheeks flush with a kind of vicarious embarrassment. He knew that dummy discipline - a subset of petticoat discipline where unruly males were punished by being treated as infants - was popular with many ladies in the League, but he’d never encountered it personally. He began to stammer a response.

‘I know we do things slightly differently to your household, but honestly there’s nothing like the threat of nappy discipline to keep teenage boys in line - as I’m sure you’ll both find out in time,’ she continued. 

‘Anyway, I do hope you’ll be able to help. And should you do a good job, I’d be delighted to nominate you for a good behavior award at the next meet-up…’

Roger’s ears perked up. He knew exactly what that meant: a successful nomination from another lady within the League would result in him earning the right to double his chastity releases - from two a month, to four - for the next quarter. It was something he couldn’t afford to turn down.

‘Yes, I should be able to help,’ he said. ‘It might take a few days to order in the bits but I suspect I’ll be ready to start by Monday?’

‘Oh that’s wonderful news,’ she said with a smile. ‘I did have a feeling you might say yes, but one doesn’t like to get too ahead of one’s self when it comes to these things…’

As she showed Roger out, Amelia gave him two kisses on the cheek and asked him to pass on her regards to Madeleine. With this new display of friendliness, she seemed almost flirty as she waved him goodbye, blowing a couple of air kisses for good measure.

Walking back into the house, Amelia smiled to herself again.  If the males of the house thought they’d experienced nappy discipline already, they were about to learn they’d seen nothing yet: and all thanks to good old Roger and his desire to get out of that chastity cage. She walked confidently into the sitting room and leaned over the jumbo playpen with a grin on her face.

‘Wakey wakey little Petey,’ she cooed almost sarcastically, as she looked down at the site of her mortified husband still sitting as she’d left him some three hours earlier.

Propped up in the corner of the playpen, he wore a large oversized nappy bulging out from under his loose cotton t-shirt. In his mouth sat an equally oversized pacifier, with the two ribbons tying the contraption in place. Having been placed through the bars of the playpen, his hands had then been clad in giant locking mittens, which made it impossible for him to move them in any significant way. No wonder his face was bright red.

Of course that wasn’t the only reason for him to be embarrassed. The telltale smell coming from his direction confirmed her suspicion that last night’s bean burrito - to which she’d added a certain choice ingredient - had indeed worked its magic. For the first time in his adult size, Peter Barnes had lost control of his bowels: just as she'd intended.

‘Oh poooo-eeey,’ she chimed in a sing-song voice, fanning her nose and looking down at him. ‘Isn’t a good thing I didn’t bring your friend Roger in here when you’re sitting there smelling like that, hey? Or would you prefer I go and get him back in here - show him what a silly boy you’ve been?’

Peter’s friend was instantaneous. He began to shake his head as vigorously as possible to communicate his answer. His attempts at speech were muffled by the pacifier.

‘It’s okay little Petey, we won’t do that today,’ she cooed, as she tickled his chin with her finger. ‘Your friend Roger is going to be very busy for a bit helping me with an important job.’

She laughed to herself as the ingeniousness of her plan crossed her mind.

‘Yes he’s going to be building something very special for you - something very special indeed…’

And with that, she waved a cutesy goodbye to her mortified husband as she walked out of the room -  fanning her nose as she went - and back into the adult world. After his little escapade from last weekend, she’d made it clear he’d remain in nappies until at least the next day. And in any event, Amelia Barnes had work to do.
An adult sized Baby Bouncer … what a wonderful addition to any adult toddler's nursery along-side the cot, the playpen and the highchair. What more does baby need … he can spend hours, days, weeks … or longer in his thick nappies, plastic pants and baby clothes undergoing full baby treatment. Let's hope he stays well behaved and there are no tantrums otherwise he'll have to be disciplined and then there'll be tears before bedtime!
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#6
Great story! GG is correct about your ending up with a crèche of adult babies. A new word for me, but absolutely perfect! Can you imagine adultcreche.com?
Here is what I learned about bouncers. A bouncer is a reclining baby device with a spring loaded hinge. A jumper is a seat hanging from springs.
. . . Of course a bouncer is also a person who throws people out of bars and a jumper is a pants/shirt combo for women. A baby jumper is a onesie.
Well I must go and prepare for 2 hurricanes.
Ss
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#7
Someone’s already ahead of the game.  Wink


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