Dear Cindy's Therapist,
I just wanted to thank you for another wonderful session. On the advice you gave me last time, I disposed of all of Cindy's clothes that were pants, shorts, or skirts and dresses that are longer than mid-thigh. I believe you are correct. We need to address this silly shyness head on. And I'm happy to report that, per your instructions, Cindy has applied to all sorts of jobs that I deemed appropriate for a twenty-year-old young lady.
It was interesting to listen to Cindy's little problems. Her largest complaint is that too many men have seen her in her underthings. I will admit, she has had a rather strict upbringing. She was homeschooled, and rarely found her face out of a book. She never kissed a man before I started insisting she use it as a greeting, and that was at age twenty. I believe college has done her well in experiencing the touch of a young gentleman. For the longest time, she would complain that a pat on the bottom was some kind of sexual harassment. Now boys lift her little skirt and give her a bottom a squeeze and she'll just smile and say thank you. I still don't think she likes it, but she's making an effort.
It was further interesting to hear about her talking about that repair man being the first man to gaze upon her little B cup breasts. I believe the word she used was 'mortifying.' Apparently, she was bent and determined that the first person to look at them would be her husband on her wedding night. It was at that point that you told her that there was nothing wrong with a man appreciating the form of a beautiful woman. She reached up to stop you when you began unbuttoning her blouse but you told her this was important and needed to happen. She told you she didn't want you to see her adorable little cotton bras or her colorful little cotton panties. You made an excellent point though. Her teacher examines her bras and her panties every morning in class, and he kneads her breasts to help them get warm in the morning. She tried to object, but after a threat of a spanking she let you open her blouse. That is exactly the kind of firm hand a twenty-year-old woman needs.
It was at this time that you had her turn her back to you. I think she was happy thinking she could hide her bra from you. But with a swift practiced moment, the clasp in her back popped open. She shrieked and stated that her bra had come undone and that you needed to cover your eyes. You deftly spun her around and tugged the bra away, handing it to me. You held her wrists at her side and reminded her that this wasn't that bad, right? The girl whipped up some crocodile tears, but you told her you were going to take a picture with your phone and send it to her phone so that she could look at it every night and get used to her beautiful little B cup breasts. She meekly asked why you couldn't just take the picture on her phone, but I told her not to sass you.
When you were done, you announced to her that from now on, she was to enter the therapy room and remove her blouse and present her back to him every session so that he could undo the clasp on her bra. She asked if he could at least close the door, to which you replied 'no.' My sobbing young daughter asked if she could get dressed and leave. You replied that she could after a kiss. She presented herself for a kiss on the lips, but you took her tiny little nipple in your mouth and suckled on it for a few seconds. She complained about it later in the car, of course. I told her that she is a beautiful woman and there is nothing wrong with a man wanting to sneak a little liberty as a thank you.
I look forward to another wonderful session next week,
Cindy's Strict Mother
Dear Cindy's New Manager at the Restaurant,