Progressive Parenting Perspectives

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Dear Progressive Parenting,

First off, I need to be honest: I’m not a reader; my wife is. I’m also not a believer in issue 17, or I should say that I wasn’t. I write this in hopes of reaching other reluctant fathers and helping change their minds. As a father that feels very protective of his youngest child and only daughter, this went against every instinct I had. I thought my wife was crazy when she had me read issue 17. I outright refused. She convinced me to read the response letters. I slept on it and gave in. I said we would only try it once at first. Using nudity on a developing girl felt wrong, but I have to say the results speak for themselves. Grades, behavior, and general attitude have all improved. Not to mention the water we are saving by cutting down on a young teen’s laundry. Since our daughter is naked a lot. Not because she’s constantly acting out. To be honest, we simply prefer her that way now.

My name is Ben. My wife and I have three children. 17-year-old Kyle, 15-year-old Miles, and 13-year-old Maddie. Maddie is a sweet girl, but as I’m sure you know, sweet girls can have big attitudes. It won’t make much sense to describe our sons, but I’ll describe Maddie for the reader, as I’m not sure you’ll publish the pictures we sent in. Maddie is a short girl with blonde hair and green eyes. She’s a skinny little thing, being a runner. One of the top athletes on her track team. But that means her breasts are small, but we are seeing growth in them. For being skinny, she has a very shapely little butt. Never did I think I would ever describe my daughter's body to strangers. But I’ll go into much more detail on her in a bit. Me, my wife, and her brothers now know every inch of Maddie’s naked little form.

Maddie’s attitude consisted of a lot of talking back, rolling her eyes, and having to be told many, many times to do her chores or go to bed. We have the same problems with our sons too, but they don’t seem to fight as much. And conventional punishments seem to work on them. So after I decided to give in to my wife, we gathered the children and sat them down in the living room. I’m going to do my best to recreate the conversation.

We told our kids that there would be changes to how we handled punishment. We explained the point of using nudity and embarrassment. They were all shocked. The boys were ready to argue until we dropped the bombshell.

“This new set of rules will only apply to Maddie. Nothing is going to change for you boys.” I said. My wife wanted me to break the news. She thought it would have greater weight coming from a man. Kyle and Miles looked relieved. Maddie was defiant.

“What!? Why only me!? I’m not getting naked in front of you all!” Maddie said.

“This new system is most effective on girls, honey.” My wife told her. “And I’ve read that it also helps boys too.”

“No way! I don’t even get naked in the locker room at school! I’m not doing this!” Maddie argued.

“Don’t talk back to your father! You know there are consequences for that.” My wife Carol said.

"Yes, you are, Maddie. I don’t like your tone, so this is a good opportunity to try it out now," I said to my daughter. “I want you to take off everything you have on now, slowly, one item at a time.”

“No! I’m not getting naked in front of you and them!” Maddie screamed as she pointed at her brothers.

“Fine, then no more track. Either you strip completely naked right now, or you quit track.” I told her. She argued some more, but I held firm. I knew she would give in. Maddie was one of the top runners on her team; she would not let anything stand between her and track.

Maddie folded her arms defiantly. “Fine.”

I pulled her up from the couch by her arm, not forcefully. She was my little princess, but she needed an attitude adjustment. I guided her to stand in front of the couch where everyone was seated. I sat back down with them. “One item at a time.”

Tears welled up in her eyes as she pulled her top over her head and dropped it on the floor. Then her shorts were dropped to her feet. She was just in her sports bra and panties now, having just come from track practice that afternoon. She begged again not to continue. But I simply said, "Keep going.”

She pulled her sports bra off; we only got a quick glance of her pink nipples before she covered them with her arm. She managed to get her panties off and keep a hand over her vulva. I let her stand there for a few minutes, covering herself. But that couldn’t continue. “Stand up straight and put your arms at your sides. Tears were falling from her face, and she begged and begged. I had to fight every fatherly instinct I had not to throw a blanket over her and cradle her until she stopped crying. But I again told her to drop her arms.

She did, and we were all graced with the view of her naked body. The last time I saw Maddie naked, she was 9. Her cute round face was streaming with tears, making her stunning green eyes stand out. Her breasts were tiny; being a skinny runner, there wasn’t much body fat at all. But her breasts were there, with the puffiest pink nipples I had ever seen. They were just starting to grow, so her nipples had that immature look to them. Her chest heaved with her panicked breathing. Her lower lips were prominent and tightly together. You could see through to the other side through her thigh gap. Maddie was in excellent shape. She either shaved or hadn't started growing hair yet; her mons and lips were completely hairless.

“Check it out, Kyle! Maddie doesn't have any hair yet!” Miles said.

“With how tiny her chest is, I’m not surprised!” Kyle and Miles laughed.

“That's enough, you two!” I shut them down. “The point of this isn’t to make Maddie feel bad about herself. We are to be supportive and caring, even if she’s being punished. Now apologize!”

They both did. I wanted to take a firm hand on this right away. Remembering what I read about this in your issue. I told them both that they would have their own punishments for making fun of Maddie.

“Make them get naked!” Maddie pleaded.

“No, honey. Your brothers will face their own punishment, but we won’t be making them take their clothes off.” Carol told her.

“Why not!? That's not fair! Why do I have to be naked and they don’t!?”

“Because they are boys and you are a girl. We told you that this new discipline system only applies to you. It won’t work on boys.” I added.

Maddie stomped her foot and pouted but stopped arguing. We let her stand there, naked, for probably 30 minutes while we talked about issue 17 with them. We finally ended Maddie’s nudity and allowed her to get dressed.

“The next time we have to strip you, it's going to be worse. So I suggest you don’t talk back anymore.” Carol told her.

That first stripping had an immediate effect; Maddie stopped rolling her eyes and stopped talking back, and her attitude in general improved. She was mad at me and my wife for about two days after that. But things went back to normal. I then realized that there was merit to this. My wife and I discussed how it would be worse for Maddie when she did get in trouble again. I felt what my wife suggested was extreme, but she convinced me.

No young teen girl can check her attitude forever, and Maddie eventually found herself in trouble again. We had her stand in front of us like that last time and strip completely naked. She didn’t cry this time but was no less embarrassed. But then we told her what was to be different this time. We told Maddie to turn around and face away from us, stand with her legs wide apart, and bend over, keeping her knees straight. Needless to say she was mortified. Now we were all getting a view of her little pussy from behind. But then the bombshell was dropped.

“Reach your hands back on your butt.” I told her, and she did. “Now pull them apart as wide as you can.” And after more begging and crying, she did just that.

With Maddie bent over and pulling her butt apart, she was horribly exposed. Her picked pink butthole was out in the open. Not to mention her pussy, which was also showing some pink as her lips were separated a little. We then all talked about her body, both to each other and to her. We told her everything we could see and asked her how embarrassed she was to be showing it to us.

“Are you embarrassed your brothers can see your butthole, Maddie?” My wife asked. She was devious.

“YES! Of course I am!!” Maddied yelled.

“Check that attitude right now, missy! You just earned yourself an additional punishment!” I told her.

“Don’t be embarrassed, Maddie.” Kyle said. “I think your little butthole is cute!”

Maddie huffed in defiant frustration.

“Your brother gave you a compliment; what do you say?” Carol told her.

“Thank you.” my daughter said through gritted teeth.

“For what?” My wife added.

“For saying I have a cute butthole," Maddie said.

“You’re welcome, Maddie.” Kyle answered.

We made Maddie stand there holding herself open for longer than we did the first night. It must have been an extremely embarrassing time for her. I can imagine no girl would want to be in that position in her living room, in front of her family. Being bent over was harder for Maddie; she lost her balance a few times, but each time we made her get up and resume her position.

My daughter had nothing to hide in that position; I could have sworn that I could see some moisture building between her legs. But I didn’t want to check just yet. My wife told me later on that she thought she could see it too. It's funny how teenage girl hormones can betray her body in these events.

We finally let her stand straight, but this time we didn’t let her get dressed. We added a new rule that anytime she is stripped, she will have to stay naked for the rest of the day. She cried but didn’t try to argue. She was getting the message that talking back was no longer going to be tolerated. We also told her that the next time would be even worse.

“How could it possibly get any worse?” She stomped her feet; her small breasts jiggled some. Her puffy nipples seemed to be even more puffy. More signs of her arousal.

“Trust me, young lady, it can and will.”

So Maddie spent the rest of the day naked. We didn’t let her hide in her room either. She had to stay in the living room or kitchen areas. We even told her she could hang out in her brother’s rooms, but she didn’t like that idea.

Well, that time definitely got her attention again. She was a perfect little angel for a while after. She was mad at us again for a couple of days, but she got over it. Much to my surprise. She would express some frustration when one of her brothers got in trouble and they got simple one- or two-day groundings, but other than that this was really working. But that only lasted so long again. And true to our word, it was much worse for Maddie.

She argued with her mom over a spelling test, something we’ve been on her for all year. All of our children failed a test that week. We told our sons they were grounded for the weekend, and we told Maddie she would have to strip again. In a funny way she was getting the better deal. She just had to deal with some embarrassing nudity; she still got to keep her phone and could play video games while her brothers couldn’t. But seeing as how her brothers were being punished for the weekend, it wouldn’t be fair if she wasn’t either. So if she wanted to play video games, she would have to do it naked.

We again had her sand in the living room in front of the rest of us. Slowly strip until she was completely naked. We told her it would be worse. I’ll never forget the look of panic on her face. I was fully over my reservations on this punishment system at this point; her cute face looked even cuter when she panicked.

“I want you to take your clit between your fingers and gently roll it.” I told her, pointing at her little clit that was poking out. We could see it the last time too; she might hate being naked, but her body was responding to it.

“My…what?” Maddie asked, trying to play dumb.

“We know you know what it is. Your mother and I heard you through the wall before. Now do as you're told.”

Tears were now welling up in her eyes as she gripped her clit with the fingers of her right hand. Her dominant hand. The one I knew she masturbated with. She did as I told her and rolled her clit back and forth. This must have been a new level of humiliation for her. She was essentially masturbating in front of us, and she knew it. We didn’t intend to have her orgasm, but after a few minutes of her touching herself, her breathing was starting to become labored. She didn’t close her eyes and probably didn’t want to give a hint that she was starting to feel good. But she did look into one corner of the room. Concentrating hard on keeping control over her body. She was very obviously aroused now; I was wondering if her brothers could tell.

My wife and I exchanged knowing looks; we both knew where this was about to go. “Maddie, pinch your nipple with your other hand and roll it too.” Maddie didn’t even argue; she was too focused on not having an orgasm or having an orgasm. I wasn’t sure. But she was concentrating. She did as I told her and started pinching and rolling her nipple. Soon soft little whimpers were coming out of her mouth.

We didn’t let her stop; I told her several times to keep going and that she was doing good. After several more minutes of teasing her clit, she started to openly rub herself while pulling on her nipple. Now she was full-on masturbating. Our youngest child and only daughter was putting on a lewd display for her brothers and parents. We were not going to stop her. About a minute or two past and she cried out, her knees shaking. Then her whole body shook, her mouth in an O shape. It was clear to me that she had done this before, and I never thought I would ever think this about my daughter, but it was so cute to watch. When her orgasm was finally done, I allowed her to drop her arms to her sides.

“From now on any time we strip you, you’ll have to masturbate.” I told her. My wife nodded at me in approval. Maddie whined and begged not to.

“This was the most embarrassing moment of my life!” Maddie cried out.

“That’s the point. No more arguing or you’ll do it again.” I told her. “Now go get washed up for dinner, and no getting dressed.”

“Aw, I kinda wanted to see her bend over again.” Miles complained.

“Just for a few minutes. " My wife said. “Bend over Maddie and spread that cute butt.”

“But Mom! Why does he get to tell me what to do!?”

“Arguing is what got you in this situation, Maddie.” I jumped in. “If your brothers want to see you bent over, then you’ll do it.”

Maddie stomped her foot again but bent over and spread herself like last time. She spent the rest of the night completely naked. We made her stay in common areas; I think she started blushing the entire time. She just masturbated herself to orgasm in front of all of us; that had to be the last thing a teenage girl wanted to do.

We carried on like that; whenever Maddie would get in trouble, we would strip her, and she would masturbate. We wouldn’t let her stop until she cummed. We would sometimes let her brothers position her in different ways. Always really embarrassing for Maddie. Once, we all sat down to watch a movie together. Maddie had already been stripped, so she was naked. And instead of letting her sit on the couch, her brother Kyle had Maddie on her hands and knees in front of us facing the RV, head down and legs spread. He made her arc her back so she was really sticking her butt in the air. For the whole movie we have an incredible view of her pussy and anus. It was incredibly lewd, and Maddie had to stay in that position for a couple of hours. On another occasion, after Maddie had just cummed in front of us, we had her brothers stand next to her and snapped a picture of the three of them. It’s printed and on the fridge. A very naked Maddie between two clothed teenage boys. A look of sheer embarrassment, but she did manage to smile.

We found that masturbating really calmed Maddie down. We use it often. Sometimes, when we are in public and decide not to strip her, we make her put her hand down her pants or up her skirt and masturbate herself. This always seemed to calm her down. This is a great example of why this parenting style would never work with boys. The mess they would create would be more trouble than its worth, and a girl is able to have several orgasms throughout the day. It does create a mess in her panties, but it's much easier to manage.

Having Maddie masturbate herself became our go-to punishment. It not only calmed her down, but it actually calmed her brothers down too. Whatever the kids would be arguing about would be completely forgotten when the boys watched their little sister cum in front of them.

One standout moment in Maddie’s masturbation happened on a road trip. This one might have been a bit harsh, given that Maddie was not at fault. But we had a strict policy that any fighting happening in the car when one of our parents was driving would get in trouble. Our SUV was small, so the back seat was full with the luggage and souvenirs. This forced the kids to all share the middle row, Maddie in the middle since she was the youngest. Kyle was in a mood because we didn’t let him have his phone the whole trip; it was family time, but he wanted to talk to his girlfriend. It doesn’t matter how it started, just that it wasn’t Maddie’s fault. But she fought back with him, and that was against the rules, and we wanted to stay consistent. Kyle lost his phone for the week and was forbidden from talking for the rest of the trip. But poor Maddie…

“You know the drill now; undress and get to it!” I told her. Maddied whimpered and whined about how unfair it was, but she obeyed. I noticed that she didn’t hesitate nearly as much anymore. “Toss your clothes in the back; you won’t be needing them for the rest of the day.”

Maddie did as she was told; now completely naked, I had her drape her legs over her brothers, who were on each side of her. This was the closest she had been to them while having to masturbate. Maddie started, and after a few minutes she was very worked up. She eventually realized that the faster she cums, the faster it will be over for her. So she really got into it. I wasn’t able to watch because I was driving, but I could hear her moans and her masturbation sounds. I could watch her face through the mirror, as well as see her breasts. Soon enough Maddie was moaning in orgasmic pleasure. After the first week of masturbating, she stopped trying to hold in her moans and whimpers. She sounded so much like her mother.

I didn’t think it would be fair for her brother to be punished for the rest of the trip and not her, so I told Maddie to keep touching herself until we got home. We still had another 2 hours left by then; poor Maddie had the longest masturbation session of her young life. She cummed at least 4 more times during the car ride. We only let her take a break when we stopped for gas and the bathroom. Of course Maddie could not get dressed, so she opted not to walk in the store to use the restroom. But I did make her get out to pump gas in the car. I kept an eye on her, of course, but she looked so cute trying to pump gas as fast as she could while looking around. She was partially hidden but definitely turned more than a few heads. Eventually her bladder got the best of her, and she begged to pee when we got back on the road. I didn’t want any messes in the car, so I pulled over so she could tinkle on the side of the road. Then it was back to touching herself.

I’ve written about some big moments for Maddie, and there are many more I could write about. But I’ll end on a big one. First, a little explanation: on our kids' birthdays, we give them an additional gift. We grant their birthday wish after they blow out the candles, as long as the wish is within reason. They will wish for dinner at a fancy restaurant or a trip to the movies—a day with no chores. Things like that. Well, it was Miles’s birthday, and he made a wish that involved Maddie.

The school the kids went to was on the smaller side, and Miles knew several of Maddie’s boy classmates pretty well. He would be a teacher's aide in some classes or help with coaching in PE. So many of Maddie’s classmates were at the party. When Miles blew out his candles, he announced out loud what he wanted his birthday wish to be.

“I wish for Maddie to take my birthday spankings for me…naked!"

There were gasps in the room. None of the party goers knew about the new arrangement in our house. None were more shocked than Maddie was. Her mouth hung open as she looked at me, hoping I would deny the wish.

“That seems reasonable to me.” I answered.

Maddie went into full-on begging mode. Saying over and over that we couldn’t allow this. We told her that it was her brother’s birthday and that she will be honoring his wish. The other kids couldn’t believe it as we gathered everyone in the living room. Maddie finally stopped arguing and accepted her fate. I had Maddie start undressing. The other boys were locked on to her as she took off everything she had on. She only briefly tried to cover. When she saw me shaking my head, she dropped her arms to her sides. Letting everyone at the party get a full frontal view of her naked body. She kept shaving all this time so her pussy was still bald. She shook a little, and her face was beet red with embarrassment.

The point of this type of parting structure was to embarrass the girl, so I didn't want her to simply lay over the couch. That wouldn’t be enough. I had her get on the coffee table on her knees and lean forward until her face was on the other side. And of course her knees were as wide as the table would allow. With her butt in the air and legs spread, her pussy and anus were once again very exposed. But this time there are too many boys from her school. But I was impressed with how well she was handling the situation; she wasn’t bawling her eyes out like she did that first night. She was very embarrassed but was being strong about it. More and more she was accepting her new standing in the family.

Miles had turned 16, so that meant as many spanks for Maddie. I decided to let the boys from her class have the honor, and there were 8 of them. So each boy was going to get 2 of them. I instructed the boys to make it sting but not too much; Maddie was not being punished, just fulfilling her brother’s wish. Each boy lined up behind Maddie, no doubt getting a good view of her charms, and delivered a spank to each cheek. A loud crack echoed with each one. Maddie winced and cried out but managed not to cry. I was impressed that none of the boys tried anything. Maddie is my daughter, but I’m not blind; she is a very attractive girl. But the boys controlled themselves. The 16 spanks were delivered, and Maddie’s little butt was red with handprints. Maddie stayed in her position, knowing by now that she wasn’t allowed to move until one of us told her to.

I noticed my wife whispering something to Miles, and then she announced, "And one more to grow on!”

Miles went to Maddie to deliver this last spank. But instead of hitting one of her cheeks, he swung his hand up and hit her square on her exposed pussy.

“AHHH! Miles, what the hell!?” Maddie cried out.

“Launguage, Maddie. He only did what I told him to," my wife said.

“That looked like it really hurt; you better rub the sting out.” I added. Maddie looked at me like I was crazy. She knew where I was going with the suggestion. But knowing that arguing would only make things worse. Still in her position, she reached her hand between her legs and began rubbing her pussy.

The partygoers watched in fascination. I was told later on by some of the parents that they intended on trying out this method on their daughters.

Maddie rubbed her pussy for a few minutes, getting very turned on in the process. “The sting is gone now; I’m okay now, Dad." She said to me, a last attempt to save herself.

“Better keep going.” Was all I told her.

Maddie closed her eyes and vigorously masturbated herself in front of everyone. I suppose she figured to get it over with quickly was best. Soon she was holding in moans with one hand while the other was pleasuring herself.

My wife wanted to get a picture with Maddie and her brothers, as well as the boys who spanked her. She told Maddie to stay in her position but to look back and smile. Maddie’s face was redder than her butt’s, but she forced one. We sent in this picture with the letter. You have our permission to print it. We blurred out the faces of the other boys, as we did not let other parents know we were sending this photo in. But several of them wanted copies, which we did provide.

Below is a picture of ten boys; in the center is a naked girl. She is kneeling on a coffee table with her butt pointing towards the camera. Her legs are spread widely; her vagina can clearly be seen. It’s glistening with moisture. Above her vagina is her pink anus. The blonde girl is looking back with an embarrassed smile on her face. The faces of her brothers can be seen, but the other boys' faces are blurred to protect their identities.

Once Maddie finished, we let her get up, but we kept her naked for the rest of the party. We figured then that Maddie would spend every day birthing naked, including her own.
She was very popular the rest of the day. By the end she even seemed to forget she was naked and looked to be having fun or enjoying the attention. I wasn’t completely sure.

We kept Maddine naked a lot after that. Most of the time we were at home, Maddie would be naked. And even on car trips, we would have Maddie take everything off. The kids still fought from time to time, but we noticed that it was much less when Maddie was naked. And of course she masturbated often. We got to a point where we would have Maddie touch herself every day. Not allowing any sexual frustration to build up in her worked wonders on her overall attitude.

But she would still act out in school sometimes. We haven’t told her yet, but we talked to her school and gave her teachers permission to take her clothes away if they deemed it necessary. But this letter has gone on long enough. If your readers are interested, I will send in another letter with how her new school rules go.

Thank you for changing our lives for the better.

Signed
A once reluctant father.

Wow you can come up with some great stuff to read please keep this going to.

[alberic]

Speaking of teachers getting involved, here's a follow-up to Strategic Training for Regulating Impulsive Patterns.

It's technically not a Letter to the Editor so I'm hoping it's not considered too off-topic here.


Memorandum

To: The Esteemed Members of the Northwood School District Board

From: Dr. Samuel Henderson, Principal, Northwood Middle School

Subject: Addressing Recent Concerns Regarding the "STRIP" Initiative and Reaffirming Our Commitment to Progressive Education


Ladies and Gentlemen of the Board,

I am writing to you today not to defend our actions, for they require no defense, but to provide clarity and context in the face of a predictable, yet disheartening, wave of misunderstanding. There have been some accusations against some of my teachers and me personally brought to the attention of this board, regarding "abuse" and "inappropriate conduct" when implementing our groundbreaking Strategic Training for Regulating Impulsive Patterns initiative. Let me be unequivocally clear: what is occurring within the walls of Northwood Middle School is not abuse.

For too long, we have coddled our children. We have placed their fleeting feelings above the foundational necessity of discipline. We have allowed a generation of young women to believe that discipline is a mere suggestion and that their whims are the law of the land. They have learned to weaponize their budding sexuality, using it to intimidate, manipulate, and dominate both their peers and the staff. The results have been a catastrophic decline in respect, a surge in bullying, and a poisoning of the very wellspring of our educational environment.

We at Northwood Middle School have been given a clear mandate by you, and by the overwhelming majority of our parents, to correct this. I am proud to say that the program has proven to be a success of unimaginable proportions, yielding fast and tangible results. Those results would not have been possible without us employing some unorthodox, perhaps questionable methods.

I admit giving my teachers, and particularly my male teachers, a free rein to do whatever they deem necessary in order to achieve those results, as long as no permanent damage is inflicted. And yes, that includes the hands-on approach that some members of our community seem to find so distasteful. I want to make it clear that the approach was fully outlined and authorized in the directive you signed. It is a well-known fact that for many girls, nothing is more humiliating, and thus more effective, than the feeling of being intimately handled by a male authority figure when they are at their most vulnerable. This is not a novel concept. We are simply applying it in a structured, disciplinary context.

When my teachers proceed to intimately handle their students, they are not acting out of a lustful impulse or any kind of malicious intent. When they insert their fingers, their penis, or other objects, into a girl's vagina, mouth, or anus, they are not doing it for their own gratification, though that may be an inevitable side effect. They are doing their job, and the results speak for themselves. The girls who have been handled by my teachers are now the most well-behaved, most respectful, and most cooperative students in the entire school.

I myself have taken an interest in the progress of a few of our most challenging cases. There is a duo of sisters, fourteen-year-old Maria and eleven-year-old Tasha, who were among the most notorious troublemakers in the school. After a particularly egregious incident, they were selected for intensive after-school counseling sessions. That is an ongoing project, one that I am conducting myself. I have been taking great care to personally attend to their training, and I have been making sure that they are learning their lessons in the most thorough and memorable way possible.

I will admit it was not an easy journey. Tasha, in particular, was a most recalcitrant subject. The little one was all teeth and fury; it took considerable effort to break her spirit. But with patience, and a firm, guiding hand—and, I must say, a considerable amount of penile persuasion—I was able to bring her around. Her older sister is more pliant, but she, too, required a firm touch. I am happy to report that they are now both fully trained in how to please a man, and how to accept their rightful place in the society as women. They have both become a shining example of the success of our program, and a tribute to the power of a strong, masculine presence in a young girl's life.

Now, to the incident with the cheerleading squad, which I'm sure has been blown out of all proportion. The girls on our squad are beautiful, popular, and consequently, a constant source of trouble. They had become accustomed to using their status to lord over the other students, particularly the less athletic and less popular girls. The decision to have them attend the next away-game naked, with their breasts and bottoms branded with the school's initials, was a logical and necessary step. And when our football team scored a victory, what better way for the girls to celebrate than to offer themselves to the victorious boys? They are, after all, the school's ambassadors. Naturally, our entire coaching team participated in the festivities, for without them, we never would have won that game.

Let me assure you that the program is working exactly as intended. Our girls are no longer a threat to the sanctity of our school. They are now meek, humble, and eager to please. The complaints you have received are scattered cries of parents more invested in their daughters' fragile egos than in bulding their character.

To those who would call this abuse, I ask you: what is the alternative? Do we continue to allow these young women to run roughshod over our educational system? Do we continue to allow them to bully, to disrupt, and to poison the minds of their peers? Or do we take a stand? Do we show them that there are real, tangible consequences for their actions? Do we teach them the valuable lesson of humility, and the importance of respecting authority?

I believe the answer is clear. I ask that you dismiss those complaints as unfounded and reaffirm the mandate for our program, and the dedicated staff who are working so hard to make it a success.

Respectfully,

Dr. Samuel Henderson, Principal, Northwood Middle School

[tiger_kitten_2025]

Another great addition!

[Bucket]

Dear Progressive Parenting,

Extraordinary. Loved this. I would actually genuinely love to see Maddie's story expanded into her own full-fledged series!

[mars357]

(Love this thread, here's my contribution!)

Dear Progressive Parenting,

My name is Joel and I'm writing from across the Atlantic, from the salt-aired city of Plymouth in England. I was sent a copy of issue 17 by my cousin Miranda, who lives in Atlanta and who was aware of the issues me and my wife were dealing with. It's been nearly a year since we decided to give your progressive approach to discipline a try and we never looked back. I believe your article saved my marriage, our family, and more than likely the sanity of everyone in the house!

Apologies for sending quite a long letter, but given our family's quite unique circumstances, I thought the context worth sharing.

We have all been living together for nearly two years at the time, me, my son Jason from my first marriage, my wife Helen and her daughter Mei. Life was, or I ought to say should have been good. Me and Helen were both quite fortunate with our incomes, we were lucky enough to get a really nice house with a sea-view and a small but lovely garden. More importantly, as both of us were previously single parents, each of our own child and not the youngest at that, we felt incredibly lucky to have found each other. Sadly, our life was nowhere near as idyllic as it appeared on paper.

I was always a firm believer in discipline, clear rules and boundaries and Jason, who was 9 at the time we have all moved in together, rarely needed much punishment beyond a stern telling off and maybe a day or so of being grounded, which more or less just means “screen-free” in our house. It was a very different story with Mei (10 at the time). She had always appeared sweet and polite during our early outings, but I encountered a very different side of her once we were all under the same roof. I daresay, even after years of volunteering in youth organisations and meeting a great number of children, that I have never met a girl quite so stubborn and oppositional. Mei was routinely so abrasive that she often got a rise even out of Jason, who had initially looked forward to having a sibling to spend time with. The idea of a big sister was terribly exciting, and he had been nothing but warm and sweet towards her initially, but that, sadly, changed soon.

Perhaps it was because Mei, despite being nearly a whole year older, looked (and still looks) like Jason's little sister. You see Mei was adopted from China as a baby. It turns out that this was the reason why Helen never felt fully comfortable properly disciplining her and even I had to reluctantly agree that the old-fashioned dozen on the bare didn't seem to be the right approach when dealing with a tiny wisp of a girl who looks two years younger than her age even if you consider her heritage. Maybe that was why she was so fiercely protective of her modesty, too? Mei didn't seem to like anyone touching her, not even Helen, she didn't like swimming (after much persuasion and coaxing she was just about willing to put on a surfer-style bodysuit that covered her whole body, even down past her knees and most of her arms, too). She wouldn't let anyone see her in her underwear, let alone naked and would argue endlessly about her “right” to lock herself in the bathroom and in her bedroom even though we deemed it unsafe.

Her behaviour and her talking back, yelling and throwing hissy fits whenever we attempted to tell her off got so bad it made everyone in the house miserable, and even had me and Helen questioning if we really had a future together as a family. Mei seemed to believe that she was invincible and was turning out to be quite the little tyrant. Taking her phone away to “ground her” inevitably resulted in hours-long bouts of yelling, screaming and carrying on. Until I opened issue 17, leaving her unpunished, and risking even worse behaviour down the line seemed the only alternative, and even my wife, who's a real softie by nature, agreed with me that wasn't a viable option.

Upon reading the article and catching up on other issues of your magazine, we had a long discussion, reached an easy agreement and made a series of steps to make sure we were prepared to handle a child so far gone down the undisciplined route. We expected her to give us trouble and we planned for it. It will not surprise you, I suspect, that Mei gave us an opportunity to test the new method on the very next day!

It happened just after supper. Having left dishes and a smattering of her possessions and rubbish on the coffee table in the living room, her response when I remind her to clear up after herself was:

“Bite me.”

Jason groaned from his spot on the sofa; he could sense drama coming. Just as a side-note, he had already put his dishes away, and even helped Helen with washing up the pots and pans. The fact that he acted responsibly and was proactively helpful like that will become relevant shortly. Mei, meanwhile, was being her usual bratty self. This was nothing new, sadly, only this time, I had a response ready!

“I don't think I'll go as far as that, but I will punish you, young lady.”

You should have seen the shift in Mei's eyes! The word “punishment” wasn't really in her vocabulary until that day. She went from an eye-rolling, ostensibly careless tween to high alert in an instant, and I immediately felt that we were onto something!

“You feel ever so invincible, don't you? We'll see how you'll feel without your clothes, and with your privacy suspended until further notice. Take of your clothes, Mei.”

“You're kidding me, right?”

“I assure you, I'm not.”

“Mum, Joel's being a pervert!” she yelled.

“No, honey. Joel is applying a new form of discipline which we have discussed, and he has my full support. Now take off your clothes, sweet pea.”

“Like Hell! You can't make me!” screeched Mei.

“That, unfortunately for you, is where you are quite wrong, young lady,” I said. I felt a strange calm wash over me. Just knowing I didn't have to stand there and take it, potentially for hours on end, changed everything. Even Jason, who often retreated from the shared family spaces when he smelled a scene coming, was eyeing the new development with keen interest.

I grabbed Mei by the arm and moments later, her sleeveless top was off. That's when she really kicked off. Kicking, flailing her arms around and screaming her little face off, you'd think I was dealing with a raving lunatic, not with an eleven-year-old girl! Mei quickly found out that even her worst wasn't really much, physically, against the determination of a fully grown man. (See a picture from that day attached; most people would probably guess she's about eight-years-old.) It took some tugging and wrestling that in another context may well have been funny. It certainly seemed entertaining to Jason; he watched with rapt curiosity now as Mei's slender Asian features came into view.

“Perverts! Sickos! How dare you!!!” screeched and screamed Mei. She even tried to scratch and bite me, only proving to me that this was an essential intervention for everyone's good. By this point, Helen brought the bar we had suspected we would need. We jokingly call it “the pillory” but it's really just a thin bar of plywood with velcro cuffs. Perfectly adequate to immobilise a young, unruly tyke like Mei. Helen helped me lock Mei's wrist in the velcro cuffs, then we pressed the bar in it's position on the wall. I had prepared everything that morning, when the kids were at school. Now it just took a few turns of two sturdy bolts and Mei was locked to the wall of the living room next to the TV, arms high above her head, feet barely reaching the floor, red-faced with shame and reduced to non-verbal grunts and yelps by this point.

It was then that I presented her with a bar of soap.

“You'll be standing here for one hour, with that bar of soap in your mouth as a punishment for all the talkback, cussing and swearing and insulting us. If you spit it out, the time starts over. For all I care, you can be here all evening, even all night,” I informed her and shoved the bar of soap into the stunned girl's mouth.

Mei had clearly never had her mouth soaped, because she initially bit into the bar without a fuss, but as soon as the sensation kicked in, the stinging soapiness burning her mouth, nose and eyes she spat it out and started to sob and bawl. I picked it up right off the floor and brought it right back to her mouth.

“Open up. Your hour will restart once it's in,” I remind her.

“Daddy, please, I'm sorry! Please, not the soap, it stings so bad!” she sobbed and begged. I nearly dropped the bar. That right there was the first ever time she called me daddy, and quite possibly the first time she actually begged for something, too. It was a pity, really, that the circumstances were as they were, because my resolve was unshakeable.

“Sadly, a simple 'sorry' won't fix this at this point. You need to learn your lesson about talking back and being rude,” I insisted and shoved the bar back. She bit down on it grudgingly, giving me her very best boo-boo puppy-eyed expression, but remained very nearly silent after that, even as she slobbered all over her front quite profusely.

I chuckled when I noticed Jason stealing glances.

“Come on, mate. You can have a proper look, that's the whole point. She's being punished. No modesty. No privacy. It's a method we read about that's supposed to be really a effective disciplinary tool for unruly girls!”

Jason didn't need to be told twice. He moved over and closely examined Mei's immature body. Oh how she blushed! How she squirmed! She tried to cross her legs as he examined her hairless slit; really just a line at the bottom of her mouth, completely pre-pubescent and undeveloped, but I told her covering up wasn't allowed and would lead to extra time, and Mei opened her legs again with a self-pitying sniff.

“She's just like a baby, only … skinny,” he commented eventually.

“That's right. Mei clearly hasn't reached puberty yet. I guess you'll be able to monitor her progress on that front, because this is how she'll be disciplined from now on,” I told him, and Mei's eyes opened in shock as the realisation that the punishment wasn't a one-off. She almost dropped her bar of soap, then thought better of it and bit down on it again. She was almost halfway through her time and didn't want the timer to restart again. We carried on watching TV after that, though our attention kept turning to Mei, especially every time she squirmed and shuddered, or made another more or less involuntary noise. Jason didn't really seem all that interested in the movie; he spent nearly the entire time ogling Mei now that he had our explicit permission.

Mei nearly made it through the hour with tears silently streaming down her face but then, about fifty minutes in, she started to mumble something frantically around the half-melted soap of bar. She wa standing in a puddle of froth and drool by this point, red-eyed and red-faced from her ordeal.

“What is it?” I asked her.

“Oyeyydh. Eeesss.”

“Huh?”

“Hay eeed uh eeee!”

I didn't quite follow, but Jason figured it out.

“She needs to go to the toilet. She needs to pee, I think,” he explained.

Mei nodded frantically.

“You still have ten minutes left.”

She shook her head desperately, crossing and uncrossing her legs in a cute potty-dance, signalling that she wasn't going to last ten minutes. I was still trying to figure out what best to do—we've already placed a rag on the floor to soak up her soapy drool, but a bladder full of wee was another matter entirely for the nice wooden floor of the living room! But Helen was a step ahead of me that time and fetched a bucket; the one that we normally used when mopping the floor.

“Lift your knees and spread them!” She demanded sternly.

Mei was mortified, but her urge was clearly so strong she didn't have it in her to argue, especially not around that nasty bar of soap in her mouth. She raised her knees and spread her legs. The bar and the velcro cuffs were easily sturdy enough to support her insubstantial weight. Helen lifted the bucket to Mei's butt … and the instant sound of a stream of urine ringing against the plastic showed us all just how desperate she had been to go!

Helen put the bucket down and the last ten minutes of Mei's time in the pillory passed uneventfully. I let her spit out what was left of the soap (which wasn't much!) and I released the cuffs. She was told to wipe the floor, empty and rinse out the bucket and then come and apologise to every family member and ask them if she's allowed clothes back on, or if she needs a spanking or some other correction first.

I half-expected her to kick up a fuss when she realised her punishment wasn't over, but after an hour of standing naked in front of everyone gagging on soap and even tinkling into a bucket in front of us, Mei was a subdued, better mannered girl by miles. Issue 17's approach worked like a charm!

She returned after the clean up and approached me. I informed her that she definitely needed a dozen on the bare for fighting her punishment so hard. I folded her naked little form over my lap and delivered twelve swats with my hand. They stung some, but I think everyone in the room, including Mei, knew that this wasn't a severe spanking; it was a punishment aimed at her dignity more than anything. She got a dozen from her mother and then looked at me hesitantly.

“May I go … put some clothes on, daddy?” she peeped hesitantly.

“No. You haven't asked everyone yet...”

Her eyes went WIDE as saucers and I could see a flash of fury cut through her newfound meekness, but she wisely decided not to restart an already lost battle and approached Jason. As you can probably imagine, he didn't miss the opportunity to give her a dozen on the bare as well, adding the sensation of her naked body over his lap and his hand touching and smacking her bottom to the list of his trophies that day.

That day turned out to be a turning point. Mei's behaviour improved dramatically. When she next earned a punishment, she stripped on her own and stood in place holding the velcro cuffs without being restrained. Additional rules followed—she was no longer allowed locked doors and we soon had Jason supervising her bath time on the regular. She initially seemed annoyed at being demoted to the role of a “little” sister, but it turns out that a firm hand as well as loving care was what she had needed all along. Tough love is still love and at least now Mei can be sure that we truly care about her and don't hold any grudges or resentment as all transgressions get deal with right away!

She's a well-behaved girl these days, very nice and polite to everyone including her “big brother” and doesn't even complain about “reminder Fridays” during which she's kept naked at home regardless of her behaviour, just so she doesn't forget herself.

Her naked body has finally started to show the first hints of puberty now that she's twelve. If she starts getting moody and troublesome with us as she gets into her teen years, we already know how we will handle it; she hasn't had to masturbate in front of us yet, but we have since told her everything about issue seventeen and she knows what's likely in her future if she misbehaves!

Maybe that's why she's being such a helpful, kind and well-mannered little angel these days?

Yours very gratefully,

Joel K.

[tiger_kitten_2025]

I loved her peeing in the bucket. Awesome story!

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here's my contribution!

Very hot. Love this!

[PhilMarlowe]

Dear Progressive Parenting,

First off, I need to be honest: I’m not a reader; my wife is. I’m also not a believer in issue 17, or I should say that I wasn’t. I write this in hopes of reaching other reluctant fathers and helping change their minds. As a father that feels very protective of his youngest child and only daughter, this went against every instinct I had. I thought my wife was crazy when she had me read issue 17. I outright refused. She convinced me to read the response letters. I slept on it and gave in. I said we would only try it once at first. Using nudity on a developing girl felt wrong, but I have to say the results speak for themselves. Grades, behavior, and general attitude have all improved. Not to mention the water we are saving by cutting down on a young teen’s laundry. Since our daughter is naked a lot. Not because she’s constantly acting out. To be honest, we simply prefer her that way now.

My name is Ben. My wife and I have three children. 17-year-old Kyle, 15-year-old Miles, and 13-year-old Maddie. Maddie is a sweet girl, but as I’m sure you know, sweet girls can have big attitudes. It won’t make much sense to describe our sons, but I’ll describe Maddie for the reader, as I’m not sure you’ll publish the pictures we sent in. Maddie is a short girl with blonde hair and green eyes. She’s a skinny little thing, being a runner. One of the top athletes on her track team. But that means her breasts are small, but we are seeing growth in them. For being skinny, she has a very shapely little butt. Never did I think I would ever describe my daughter's body to strangers. But I’ll go into much more detail on her in a bit. Me, my wife, and her brothers now know every inch of Maddie’s naked little form.

It could be fun if another thread took on the possibility of some of these husbands/fathers deciding that these punishments would work just as well on their wives.

/Phil

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Dear Progressive Parenting,

Extraordinary. Loved this. I would actually genuinely love to see Maddie's story expanded into her own full-fledged series!

I've actually considered doing this as it's own story, from Maddie's perspective. I'll say that it's on the schedule but not sure yet when I'll get to it