Cindys Strict Mother

Dear Cindy's Professor,

As I'm sure you're aware, Cindy is 20 years old. She's a young lady, but her education isn't progressing in a way I find satisfactory. First of all, I've started giving her spankings when she is naughty. I have instructed her that she is to be spanked at school any time you see fit. As far as I'm concerned, the more frequently she is spanked the better. I'm tired of her complaining about the loving pats on the bottom that you and the boys in class give her, and I've tried my best to explain to her that your hand brushing across her tiny little B-cup breasts are nothing but an accident. She insists it's something inappropriate. Well, I've had enough. From not on, any time you see fit, she will go to the front of the class, take her skirt off, and be spanked as much and as hard as you like. And I think a 'thank you' for such discipline is more than appropriate. So, after each spanking, Cindy will be giving you a kiss on the lips.

I also feel I owe you an apology. I hadn't seen any other girls at the school in shorter skirts and I've tried to find something in the written dress code policy about it, but I simply cannot find a rule that states a maximum skirt length. But as you have stated it is a problem; I will rehem all of Cindy's skirts so that they are no longer than wrist length. I would also like to take a moment to state that I think physical fitness is important for a girl her age, so I do not want Cindy taking the elevator. I think walks up the stairs to the fourth floor will do her good.

I would like to address the elephant in the room of Cindy's underthings. I know that lace panties and bras are forbidden by dress code, but the rule is largely unenforced. I find this unacceptable. I would kindly ask that you please inspect Cindy's bra and panties at the start of every school day. I hope this isn't putting too much on your plate. Again, Cindy will thank you for inspecting her undergarments by giving you a kiss on the lips.

You may have noticed it's gotten colder. Cindy has a little problem of her little nipples getting all hard. It's difficult for her to hide, since as you've requested, she wears tighter blouses and I refuse to let her look like a skank with some silly padded bra. So, between her super tight blouses and paper-thin bras, her nipples stick out like a sore thumb. I think a good solution for this would be for you to have her sit in your lap and you massage her breasts to warm them up when she comes in from the cold. She has been instructed to thank you with a kiss.

Please respond at your soonest convenience as to whether these changes are acceptable.

Thank you,

Cindy's Strict Mother

Dear Mall Santa,

I just want to thank you for your professionalism in allowing my daughter, Cindy, to sit on your lap this holiday season. You may not remember her. She was the twenty-year-old girl with the green crushed velvet dress. Poor thing...you see Santa, we couldn't get out to the store to buy her a dress for pictures with Santa until the end of the Christmas season. The dress was obviously made for a much younger girl. As you can imagine she could barely close the bust of the dress, and you'd think her little B cup breasts were a much larger size the way the came spilling out of the scoop neck line. And she kept pulling at the hem of the dress like it would make it any longer. Why the poor photographer had to take about twenty pictures before he finally had one where you couldn't see her little polka dot cotton panties. Cindy kept saying he was doing it on purpose, the silly girl. That dress was so little I'm sure every one in line had gotten at least a peek.

You, of course, were a complete professional. You just sat there, your hand on her thigh, while she shifted around trying to get comfortable. She kept complaining that there was something big under her little bottom. Maybe your car keys of something. There were several times she almost fell off your lap. You kept her on, of course, with a hand on her chest. And then the buttons on the bust of the dress just gave way. The dress had come with larger buttons, you see, but I decided to sew on some tiny little ones at the last minute. She complained that everyone there got a look at her tiny blue bra before she could pull the bust of the dress shut, but you were a total gentleman, putting your hands on her little breasts so no one could look. She complained at the time, but I'm sure in hind sight she appreciated it.

One odd thing did happen I can't explain. When I told her to kiss you and say thank you, she said she felt something warm on her bottom. I told her to stand up and turn around. On her bottom was the strangest slime. It was everywhere, and there was a lot of it. I lifted up the back of her dress and it had even soaked through her panties. I think everyone was a little confused because everyone had their cell phones out and were taking pictures. By the time we got to the car it had soaked every inch of the back of her dress, and her panties were a sopping wet mess. Naturally I wasn't about to get that all over the seat of my car. There weren't many people around, so I undressed her like a beautiful doll and threw the dress away. Her panties were a mess but there was nothing for it. She had to make the drive home in just her underthings and sitting on a grocery bag. The poor girl about died of shame with all of those men honking at her. I tried to tell her it was a compliment, but she's young and naive.

I've enclosed the pictures the photographer took,

Cindy's Strict Mother

Dear Changing Room Attendant,

I wanted to thank you for taking some of the stress out of shopping with my daughter. My daughter is a shy young woman. Only twenty years old you see. She wanted to shop in the women's section, but she's not very tall and there was a huge sale in the junior's section. This was where you came in. You see, the junior's section is ever so slightly closer to the men's dressing room than the women's. Of course, it would have only been a minor inconvenience to cross the women's section, but being the strapping young gentleman you are you insisted we use your dressing room. You were so firm and insistent I just couldn't say no. My daughter complained, of course, but I know your heart was in the right place

You were also very helpful in getting her sizes. It had been almost a month and a half since we had been out clothes shopping, and I don't let Cindy shop by herself. She was due for a measurement. You were very thorough. You reached under her skirt to get her hip measurement, measured her height, made sure the tape measure was flush when you measured her inseam by running your finger along the gusset of her panties, and you must have measured and remeasured her small B cup breasts about ten times. My daughter, who doesn't know what good service is, tried to push her skirt down and stated that you could see her panties. But you reassured her that it was okay. I gave her a knowing glance and that was that.

Next you and I picked her out a few things. The things you picked were much...smaller. The skirts, dresses, and blouses were tighter and shorter than Cindy usually wears. But who was I to argue with the expert? I handed her a dress through the curtain of the dressing room and she changed into it. The poor thing was so bashful. I took her clothes out and set them outside the changing room. Then when she passed the dress under the curtain, I opened the curtain and handed her the next outfit. She complained that passing men saw her underwear, but honest to goodness I don't think anyone was looking.

This went on for ten or fifteen minutes and it was looking like I'd have to have her change into her regular clothes and step out. Then you, like the life saver you are, stood by the curtain and handed her things while I shopped. Eventually you found that it was just faster to leave the curtain open. My daughter whined as she always does, but that just made her get undressed and dressed that much quicker. When the shopping was done, I had my daughter kiss you on the lips to say thank you for the service. You tripped briefly, but luckily my daughter pinned between you and the wall, stopped you from falling, and you just kissed her there.

Thanks for everything,

Cindy's Strict Mother