The Art of Petticoat Punishment

by Carole Jean

Part 54 - Meet Daphne

Meet the author!

I was raised by my stepmother throughout most of elementary school and junior high school. She wasn’t a bad person, but like most of us, she had her problems. The most glaring of which, I am sad to say, was a serious jealousy of the father/son relationship I had with my father.

I was a typical boy, I suppose . . . I enjoyed fishing and racing my bike and I dreamed of being a soldier or an astronaut. My stepmother’s way of handling this situation was to bring me into her world, make boyish things distasteful to me and instead make me do 'special' things with her, things that no boy would do with his father’s knowledge, much less his approval.

In short, whenever my father was out of town I spent a great deal of my time learning the mysteries of lipstick, nylons and heels, not to mention household chores, dolls and books about girls. It was rough giving up my GI Joe for Barbie and 'Spider-Man' for Nancy Drew. I wasn’t too crazy about any of that at first, but it made my stepmother happy and kept peace in our home. And so, I just shrugged my shoulders, sighed … and learned to enjoy my predicament.

This photo is a memorable one. The little pink dress and jacket was one of my stepmother's favorite outfits for me to wear. Like the smile? My stepmother told me to "smile for the camera," so what else was I supposed to do? Like the pearls? They were her idea, too. That and the dreaded panties and pantyhose, both of which caused me the greatest embarrassment. There was also a matching purse that you don’t see in my hands behind my back. I think I dreaded carrying that stupid purse around more than I hated wearing that goofy dress.

Anyway, whenever my dad was away, I spent many a Saturday and most every Sunday wearing this outfit and others even more ridiculous, playing the role of 'Daphne', my stepmother’s favorite daughter. Instead of shooting my pellet gun and reading comic books, I would sit with her and watch romantic musicals or help with her knitting or sewing or some other sissy such thing. Sometimes she would 'let' me play on my own, which meant I had to pretend to enjoy playing with my Barbie and carrying a purse around the house.

Sometimes things really went downhill and I’d have to go on overnight trips with her to visit her mother and sister. Knowing full well how much I hated girlie things, my 'Nana' and 'Auntie' just loved "prissy little Daphne" and they would tease me something awful for dressing and acting like such a sissy. I tried repeatedly to explain that none of this was my idea, but my stepmother always insisted that I "tell the truth" and confess that all that I really wanted was to be "my mother’s precious daughter."

Imagine a ten year old boy – a rough and tumble freckled faced boy with a Roy Rogers lunchbox and a US Marine Corps GI Joe! – opening up tissue paper wrapped presents and finding himself drenched in ribbons and bows and satins and silks. Now imagine, under the threat of a bare bottom spanking, the reluctant boy saying something like, "Nana, I really do like my pretty dress and my new doll. I really do, I promise!"

That was what I had to face whenever my father left me in the hands of my mischievous and conniving stepmother.

Talk about feeling silly!

As you may have suspected, I wrote a lot as a child, mostly adventure stories with heroic men and boys saving the world from evils in all shapes and forms. During my 'girl time' I was forbidden such subjects, assigned instead to writing projects ranging from simple songs and poetry to stories about what I thought being a girl might be like.

Though I wouldn’t admit it at the time, some of my best work as a child was about 'Daphne' and her adventures in the world.

As much as I hated some of the things I had to do back then, I now treasure the legacy I was given. For every tear, for every smack on the bottom or slap across the face, I had untold moments where I could pretend to be someone else, to see the world not as 'David', but as the precious princess my stepmother wanted. It was a lonesome, often frightening experience, one that I would not wish on any child today. However, I must admit that playing 'Daphne' made me a better person, letting me experience life from so many different perspectives.

It wouldn’t be easy to repeat the experience, but I wouldn’t change a thing.
I wonder how many of you out there had a similar experience . . . write me and let me know!!!

Please keep in mind that everything in my secret garden is the copyrighted property of the artists and is not for sale. We just want you to enjoy the things you find here, please, and remember and dream ... for that is what this place is all about. 


Hi Daphne, Just wanted to let you know that I love your stories and illustrations. I'm curious. You write some great erotic stories but with very little dressing. Actually the characters are usually in their birthday suits. And you write many great stories about dressing up but with very little erotica. Have you ever thought about combining the two?

You're right ... I do write in two very different ways. I've often thought about that, probably more than I should. Here's my thinking (I think...?):

I think both styles are more alike than not. No matter which story I'm working on, the focus is always based on excitement generated by shame and risk. In each genre, my hero is trapped in the most embarrassing situations I can come up with, say, in my "Daphne" stories, he's dressed like a girl or in my 'David' stories, his birthday suit. Both predicaments are designed to heighten the humiliation factor, raise the adrenaline flow and push him over the edge. The 'David' stories do this more so, as they were designed to be blunter and perhaps a bit crueler.

The exception is, of course, 'Lipstick Discipline'. In this story there is more frank discussion about sex, sexuality, and sexual preferences, along with the usual gender confusion. I love that first scene when Greg's mother confronts him over his masturbation habits and later when she pushes him to experiment with tampons and various feminine hygiene methods. These are subjects boys just don't want to have with their mothers and the conversations were designed to highlight the humiliation a teenage boy would experience in such a situation. I know this from personal experience.

Much of 'Lipstick Discipline' was (and is) autobiographical, not just from my own experience, but from my writing partner, Amber's own adolescence. It turns out we both had parents with eccentric outlooks on raising boys, not to mention a bizarre sense of humor.

You might notice that even in the stories with sex, I'm more interested in kissing than sex. Well, it's true. I've loved kissing more than anything else in the world and I often reminisce over my past relationships. Some were better than others and none were bad at all. I remember several discussions with my stepmother where she said that -- at the tender age of 12 -- the reason I hadn't experienced my first kiss with a girl was that I must be attracted to boys. The first time we had that conversation took place while I was literally trapped with nowhere to go. She carried on until long past my bedtime, quizzing me whether I was sure I hadn't kissed a boy and how much fun it would be and how she would understand if I did. I had to listen to her over and over again as she described how she dated boys when she was my age and all the tricks they used to get kisses. The sense of helplessness I experienced during each of these conversations was overwhelming and I suppose imprinted on my psyche. In a self-fulfilling prophecy, I did go through with that experience more than a few times, which further added to my gender confusion.

I hope to continue my 'Petticoat Detective' stories in the near future and if I do, you'll see touches of sexuality here and there, especially whenever the hero faces a choice in friends or partners. 'Lipstick Discipline' will definitely become more sexual, though the sensuality and masochistic pleasure will always be on the forefront.

Regarding my 'David' stories ... well, they are almost purely sex, sexuality and masochism. Poor David will have much more torment to endure and he will have at least one more fling with Chris before you find out his ultimate fate. And young Brandon's future will be carved in stone, quite literally, and he will end up a slave in his stepmother's household and a celebrity with many admirers at his feet.

Thanks for asking this great question. I had fun thinking about it . . .

Take care,

I was thinking about what I wrote and want to add something . . .

In my work as a writer, the number one consideration is audience. And that is what distinguishes my 'Daphne' stories from my 'David' stories. My secret garden isn't too hard to figure out. In that case the audience is myself. I originally wrote those pretty stories as the result of not finding the kinds of stories that I wanted to read. They were out there, but they were too few and too hard to find. I also wanted to take other genre and play with them -- add some cross-dressing and gender dysphasia-- like in the petticoat detective mysteries. My goal was to create a somewhat realistic world that combined innocence and subtle self-awareness in the midst of awakening sexual confusion. The discovery that others enjoyed such stories was an unexpected and happy and somewhat overwhelming event.

The 'David' stories were also targeted toward a selfish motivation. Ever since my early teens I've read sexually explicit stories and sensual writings, one of my favorites being 'The Story of O'. I often thought about that story, only with myself as the victim of punishment and sexual exploration and humiliation. And being a writer since a young age, I experimented with similar scenarios as seen from a young boy's perspective, a sexual story that would seem real, but dreamlike. Nialos Leaning hosts several authors that focus on spanking and humiliation -- and a bit more sexual fantasy than my garden allowed -- so I submitted a little something I'd worked on since my teens, 'A Midsummer's Day Dream'. The first part of this story was a way of preserving some memorable events from my childhood. Everything else is extrapolation and fancy. Apparently it hit a chord, again, with readers, the same with 'Memories of Those Perfectly Awful Summers with My Stepmother'. Again, the first few chapters were autobiographical and I built on them from there, usually by asking the musical question 'What if'? The amount of email on those two novels alone was staggering.

As I said, I will continue working in both genre, if nothing else but for my own pleasure and satisfaction. Writers write because they are so compelled. Authors get published because someone wants to read what they have to say. I am fortunate in that people want to see more of what I have to offer.

The problem is that, like the Bard says, there's nothing new under the sun. Most genre writing is dripping in cliché, especially stories about cross-dressing. I kind of like most of these oft-repeated scenes, shots and scenarios, but I can see why other folks get bored when they read them. I do my best to create a world that reads like it's real, ask myself "What if?" and then turn things loose.

One thing my characters -- well, the clumsy, oafish ones -- will never do, and that is forget where they came from or that they are really a boy. I see that all the time in stories, but it just never makes sense to me. The evidence could pop out at any point in the story. No, while my characters may look, act and pass as prissy little angels, they will never, ever forget where they came from or who they are.

Poor Greg ... his future will be overwhelming. He'll eventually learn to accept his role as his mother's daughter, but he'll never be allowed to forget who (and what!) he really is. Boys will figure in the equation, and in ways he never hoped and always feared! I hope to have more news on 'Lipstick' later, but there is still much work to be done.

David, well, let me give you a hint on that one: He and Christopher reunite to suffer wildly under the tutelage of the girls, and later, in a moment of relief, they break taboos that will bond them forever; Also, you eventually discover that David grows up to marry one of the girls who helped torment him that fateful summer. I wonder if you can guess which one it will be?

And darling Brandon ... Brandon will survive this summer, but only after having his entire life turned completely upside down. As I suggested earlier, he will be immortalized in a manner that he finds less than flattering.

Take care,

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