Cindy's Strict Mother

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,

I'm so glad you agreed to hire Cindy at the young age of twenty. So many of your servers and staff are so much older. I'm also thankful that you let me sit in on the interview. I'm so happy we could come to an agreement on her uniform. I understand that all your other servers wear slacks, but I'm trying to raise my Cindy to be a proper lady. I'm glad that we could agree that a blouse and skirt are more appropriate, although to hear Cindy tell it she would have been just fine in slacks. The silly girl! She was also a little put off when I agreed to hem a skirt to mid-thigh length, but as you say her beautiful soft slender legs could be a great pull in helping get customers in the door. I have to say I quite agree.

Silly Cindy then complained that men might see her little cotton panties, but you were kind enough to remind her that the regulars watched her little bra covered breasts for about thirty minutes while the front of her dress dried, and then again while her dress was in the wash (we don't have that ugly old thing anymore by the way).

I understand there has been some difficulty with her uniform. I got her a very tight blouse to accentuate her beautiful little B cup breasts, another thing I thought your customers might appreciate. I sewed on smaller buttons to further accentuate her figure, but that means every time she has to lean over a table the small buttons like to pop open. It seems like the host keeps giving her booths. I don't think she likes having to constantly rebutton her blouse, but I don't think her customers mind. It's a small price to pay to have such a cute server, right? The other issue she runs into is when she leans over a table for any reason, customers from other tables like to give her a playful little slap on the bottom. I've seen her serving. The poor girl gasps every time! It's quite entertaining, and all in good fun. The girl makes a bigger deal out of it than it is. I've told her that she is to kiss every customer she serves, which is difficult with her leaning over her table, getting slapped on the ass, and her breasts spilling out of her blouse, but she's trying to make the best of it.

Another thing I'd like to thank you for is I was in the restaurant for lunch while my daughter was working. There was a rather rotund old man who was watching her very intently. I think she was trying to pretend not to notice. She glanced over at him at one point and gasped. She chastised the man for having his penis out and masturbating in the restaurant. That kind of thing wasn't going to fly with me. I immediately told Cindy that an erection was perfectly natural and it a man needed to masturbate to relieve that tension, there was nothing wrong with it. She further objected, pointing out that she was twenty and the man had to be sixty or seventy. I told her any man was welcome to appreciate her beauty. After a thank you kiss for the man, she was back to work. Since the incident, when ever I come in for a bite and she's working I must see twenty or so men masturbating at their seats. Cindy tells me occasionally they use walking by her or her leaning over a table as an excuse to hit their phallus against her body, or even her tight little bottom. I understand one man even hit her face somehow. This is perfectly acceptable, of course. I was very quick to explain this to Cindy.

Thank you for taking a chance on her,

Cindy's Strict Mother

Dear Dad Who Let Cindy Babysit,

I was a little wary when you told me you wanted Cindy to babysit your eighteen-year-old son. After all that's a little old to need a babysitter, and Cindy is only twenty, only two years older than him. Cindy wanted to outright refuse. Cindy said the guy spent most of the night playing on his video games. I am disheartened to report, though, that Cindy tells me sexual harassment was a bit of a concern. She was wearing a mid-thigh length skirt and a tank top and sitting next to him. Apparently, it became something of a game to rest his hand on her leg (which I have told her is acceptable) and stroke it up and down to see how high he could get his hand before she would push it away. He also, so I'm told, began tugging down the spaghetti strap top to sneak a peek at her beautiful little bra covered breasts.

My daughter told him repeatedly to stop but he did no such thing. Instead, he began to masturbate while watching her. Again, this is perfectly normal and she knows not to intervene. He did, however, begin calling her names and saying inappropriate things. He asked to see her tiny little titties, or kiss his fat meaty cock. He called her a slut at least a half a dozen times. He even took her hand on put it on his shaft, which I don't approve of one bit.

This would have been fine, of course, if when you came home you took action. But when my beautiful daughter reported these awful things, you were hesitant to believe her! You demanded that she take his hands and show what he had done. When she showed how he stroked her soft young legs, there was no issue. But when she showed you how he pulled on her flimsy little shirt (you were kind enough to compliment her cute little blue bra, I do appreciate that) your son used it as an opportunity to squeeze her adorable little B cup breast. She then told you all of the terrible things he told her. You simply gave him a finger wagging. I would have expected offenses this egregious to constitute two days of no video games. I, for one, and furious. My daughter will not be babysitting your son again, and we are going to have a long talk-you, me, and Cindy sitting in your lap. I hope you're not looking forward to it.

We'll talk soon,

Cindy's Strict Mother

Dear Nursing Home Manager,

I wanted to thank you for taking my twenty-year-old daughter Cindy on as a candy striper. I know, in most circles people in the field are nurse's aides. I feel, however, given Cindy's age and position in life that a candy striper title is more appropriate, and the uniform more fitting for a young lady. I am a little surprised she works on the men's ward and not the women's, but you know what you're doing. I'm very happy that Cindy finds the old men constantly watching her. She's a beautiful young woman, and it is attention I want her to grow accustomed to.

Cindy said the men were generally kind to her, but made some remarks she didn't appreciate. Three or four of the men kept pulling her into their laps. I also visited and made it clear to the men that pats on the bottom, slaps to the bottom, and squeezes to the bottom were all perfectly acceptable. Apparently, it has become something of a pass time now. Cindy complains about such old men touching her so intimately, but the girl is being silly.

Another apparent common occurrence is the men using bathing time to soak my daughter. She doesn't appreciate it, especially since her white blouse tends to become a little see through (I will admit, the blouse is thinner than I thought a work blouse might be) but the uniform is the uniform.

I also think the old men really appreciate that at the end of every evening she will sit on their laps, soaking wet, and give them a kiss good night. I know she really doesn't like it. Cindy says she would rather only kiss a guy her age that she's dating, but I think there's something a little paternal about giving a young girl a kiss goodnight. She says that almost all of them push their tongues into her warm young mouth, but I told her to let them. After all, they're just being friendly.

As a personal request, the sopping wet uniforms have gotten my daughter very cold. I would appreciate it if, when my daughter is wet and her nipples are hard, she could sit on an old man's lap and have him warm up my daughter's little B cup breasts by massaging them. If you're worried about the man getting wet, just have her take off her uniform for the duration of the massage. This should only need to be done for about five minutes maybe once an hour.

Thank you,

Cindy's Strict Mother