beaten, by his masters and sometimes the headmaster, and again he is under feminine care for in boarding schools, a Matron looks after the boys, checking on their clothes, their cleanliness and their illnesses. Often she has to substitute for the boy's mother or nanny, when at first he is lonely on homesick, or may even have a lapse of toilet training and start wetting the bed again. Here is a grand opportunity for the Matron to assume control of the boy and punish him or humiliate him in front of his the dormitory.

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One can see how many males do come under petticoat discipline and control in this way, and develop fetishes for girls' clothes, and even a love of being spanked and humiliated. This is especially the case of the boy brought up in a family of girls, of the boy who is an only child and so babied by his mother, and perhaps by a maiden aunt living in the same house. All these situations can develop a docile boy; a transvestite boy; a masochistic boy, and the boy who sometimes turns to his own sex instead of the It is said that there can be no opposite sex. such thing as a male lesbian, that is a term which can only be used of the female, but the passive male, bred in the ways mentioned above, who is

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Aunty soon put her threat of corsets into reality. Along with Carol I had worn liberty bodices, which were slightly stiffened with short bones. Aunty had deemed these necessary for two purposes; in the colder weather for warmth, as they were fleecelined, and second to attach clusters of garters to hold up long stockings when we wore them. Now it was warm, Aunty had decreed for us boys three-quarter socks, making in color the color of the tunic we would be wearing. The girls still had to wear long, over the knee stockings, since Aunty said they were. getting grown up now and socks were only for little girls and boys. The implication was clear we boys were still little children in the eyes of my aunt!

I had been measured by Aunty's corṣetiere, and an intimate, embarrassing thing it was! For for some reason, the corsetiere had me strip baby naked and stand in front of my aunt and her while she took the most detailed measurements. I was measured from the neck at front through my crotch to the neck at back. Round my neck, although what a corset had to do with my neck I could not fathom. But I did later! I was

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