Cindys Strict Mother Ch 03

*Trigger warning: one letter takes place in a church. I don't hate God or church. It's a fantasy. Blasphemy ahead.*

Dear Exterminator,

You really saved my family! As a single mother, there is nothing more frightening than a bug infestation. I'm not the sort to play around with this sort of thing, and I'm glad I didn't. I called you immediately when my twenty year old daughter, Cindy, saw a roach on the back patio. You arrived very quickly and immediately began looking around. You turned to my daughter and asked her where her bedroom was. She asked why you needed to know (she's a curious girl), but I immediately took you to her room. You opened her closet and began checking her dresses for bugs. Finding none, you went to her dresser. It didn't take you long to find her underwear drawer. You searched through all of her bras and panties. My daughter objected to you rummaging through her panty drawer, but I told her men don't care about young women's cotton panties. You told us the contents of the drawer were definitely the cause of the infestation and would have to be taken for cleaning. You asked if there was a hamper in the bathroom. I took you there and you started going through it as well. You found more infested underwear. A pair of panties that I hadn't washed yet and would also need to be cleaned. You took a deep sniff of them just to be sure. An expert like you could smell the roach eggs, even though they were invisible to the naked eye.

Cindy didn't like that you were smelling her underwear, but it needed to be done. Afterwards I asked if my underwear was infested. You assured me it wasn't. You didn't even have to look. I have to admit, you're quite good at what you do. You did, however, ask what Cindy was wearing. She raised her eyebrows and told you a robe, some pajama pants, and a t-shirt. You explained that you were talking about her bra and panties, that they would have to be cleaned and they would be back tomorrow. Poor Cindy asked what she was to wear in the meantime. He explained that she should choose one pair of panties and one bra that he would treat specially and she would be able to wear them.

Cindy picked out a 'clean' bra and panties and you went into the bathroom to treat them. When you came out of the bathroom you had treated the panties with some kind of warm white slime, some of which was also in the cups of her little bra. My daughter wrinkled her nose and said how disgusting it was. But better than roaches! So, my daughter went into her room and came back out wearing the bra and panties you treated, and handing her underwear from before to you. I told her I didn't want the chemicals seeping into her shirt and pants and she needed to take them off. She argued with me for a moment but eventually I pulled the t-shirt over her head and pulled her pants to her ankles. The poor girl's privates were caked in that goop. It was also seeping out from the tops of her breasts. I had Cindy give you a kiss to thank you for coming so quickly. I don't know what all that goop was, but since you laundered my daughter's underthings and treated her bra and panties with that slime, we haven't seen a single roach. It did get crusty after a while though. Is it okay to throw them in the wash?

Thanks again,

Cindy's Strict Mother

Dear Chef,

This is the second time my daughter, Cindy, and I have come to your restaurant. Today my daughter rebelled a little against my wishes and paid a terrible price. I think I have you to thank for that. We didn't have the wonderful young man who waited on us last time as our waiter, but today's waiter was just as good. Cindy had chosen her favorite dress to come out and eat it. Like everything she likes to wear, the dress is ankle length, full sleeved, and has a very high neck line. My daughter is a very beautiful young woman, but she's very reluctant to show her youthful figure. I can't imagine why. Anyway, she objected to the outfit I picked out for her, and she is an adult now, so I let her pick her own. She loves that ratty old dress, but what can a mother do?

When we ordered our food, she asked what the specials were. Our waiter, a heavier old man, said today's special was fish smothered in white sauce. She said that sounded delicious. I warned her she wouldn't like the white sauce. She stammered, and told me that she's a grown woman and she can order what she wants. I told her that was fine, but she'd better eat every bite. Here's where you came in. The dish came out a few minutes later. The fish looked scrumptious, but the white sauce looked like thick white slime! I laughed to myself. Cindy started to send it back, but I reminded her that she was to eat every bite. The waiter even stood by her smiling from ear to ear, and when some dribbled down her chin, he scooped it up on his finger and wiped it on her tongue. The whole meal she gagged. It was obvious she hated every bite of it.

Then, while my daughter was taking a bite, the waiter accidentally bumped her chair. Her chest went into her plate and that sticky white sauce got all over her dress. Honestly, the girl is only a B cup. With breasts as small as hers I don't know how she keeps getting mess all over them! Anyway, she started to dab the white sauce off with a napkin when the waiter apologized and said there was a washer and dryer for towels and aprons, and that he would be happy to wash the dress. Cindy began to object, but I wasn't about to have her favorite dress be ruined because she woke up on the wrong side of the bed. I told the waiter she was to be undressed and the dress washed. My daughter complained that people would see her underthings, but the waiter was kind enough to remind her that all the regulars had already seen her in a bra the last time she ate there. She groaned and took off her dress, finishing her fish in her bra and panties. She sat impatiently for her dress to finish washing (it seemed to take longer than my machine at home), but when the waiter came back, he reminded her to lick the plate clean. She hated the taste so bad it put tears in her eyes.

I suppose no customer has ever thanked you for a disliked meal, but this was a hard lesson learned for Cindy. From now on I'll be firmer in directing her.

Thank you,

Cindy's Strict Mother

Dear Father Henry,

I wanted to thank you for a wonderful and uplifting church service on Sunday. I have never been to a Sunday sermon, and wanted to give it a try. I wasn't sure what to wear so I wore a tasteful dress and picked something out for my twenty-year-old daughter, Cindy. Cindy had wanted to wear slacks. To church! Could you imagine? I picked out her prettiest yellow dress. I'll admit, it doesn't fit her as well as when I bought it a few years ago. Cindy keeps asking to throw it out, but it's so cute...if a little short.

Anyway, when we got to church, I really felt like all eyes were on Cindy. I was happy, because it's important for a young woman to look and feel beautiful. Unfortunately, she and I had to sit with a man between us. Cindy had another man on her other side. Both men comforted her, though. Each kept a hand on her thigh. She kept trying to push them off until I scolded her. Her thigh is a perfectly natural place for a gentleman to rest his hand. And she was causing such a ruckus during your speech. Both men kept stealing glances at her neckline, which tells me the dress choice was flattering and appropriate.

At the end of the sermon, everyone stood and started hugging. The two men were so inspired that they hugged Cindy very tightly. Why I don't think there was a molecule of air between her and those men. I'm certainly sure her little breasts were mashed into them. She gasped both times she was hugged. Other men saw this and followed suit, some giving her tiny little bottom a squeeze. She tried to push the hands off her butt, but then I threatened her with a spanking. Then I told the men to feel free to give her a little kiss on the lips.

At this point, every man in the church came over and kissed my daughter. She could barely get a breath in between the kisses. It began to get a little out of hand. Her dainty little chest was pulled against a man, two or three men took turns kissing her, hands found her butt...it was a little much for her. I dare say her lithe little body was pass around more than the collection plate.

When the men were done with her, I told her to go up and thank you personally for the sermon. She muttered that she was worried about going on an elevated platform with such a short dress. I asked the men if they minded my daughter getting up on the platform. You have such a welcoming congregation, and they said they didn't mind at all. Poor Cindy had to shoulder through the crowd of parishioners. It was odd, the crowd seemed to always be where she was. When my daughter got up on the stage, she tried to pull at the hem of her short little dress. I don't think anyone wanted to see those cotton panties of hers. You took her in your arms and gave her the heaviest, deepest kiss of the day. And when it was time to send her on her way, you gave her a cheerful little slap on the ass in the right direction.

Needless to say, we can't wait to come back next week for another service.

God bless you,

Cindy's Strict Mother