Cindys Strict Mother Ch 05

Dear Washing Machine Repair Man,

I want to thank you for coming out so quickly. It was my daughter's turn to do the laundry, and apparently in her twenty years of life she never learned how to run a washing machine without breaking it. I don't understand it. The machine is only about thirty years old. Anyway, when you came, you smiled and commented how pretty my daughter looked in her blue dress. I agree, although she complains the dress is too short.

You asked her to show you how she loaded the machine. This, of course, meant leaning into the cylinder and emptying it and filling it several times. Try as Cindy might to pull her dress down over her little green cotton panties, there they were. After a few times you needed to get a closer look at what she was doing, so you bent over her to see. She gasped and shouted that your dick was out and pressing into her bottom. The two of you stood back up and, low and behold, your penis must have fallen out of your jump suit. I explained that erections were natural, and it's probably more comfortable with it out of your jump suit. I made you two carry on as you were.

Cindy immediately objected to your erection pressing into her bottom. I can see why it would be uncomfortable. You recommended that your penis be placed between her legs. My daughter objected on the grounds than then your penis would be touching her little snatch, with only a thin layer of cotton between them. I told her if she couldn't help you fix the washer, I was going to let you spank her ten times, and then we'd resume.

The girl was miserable, why I don't know, but after about fifteen minutes of you shifting around behind her, you seemed to find the problem. You stated that there was just one issue, now you needed to ejaculate from all rubbing she was doing against you. Honestly, I don't know what possesses that girl. I told her I didn't want a mess in the laundry room and asked you if you could make it to the bathroom. It seemed to be an imminent problem, so I told Cindy to catch it in her mouth. As you broke away from her, she immediately began to object, but I told her to stop being ridiculous. You put a hand on her shoulder, but the obstinate girl closed her mouth. As a result, when you ejaculated it got all over her face, in her hair and even on her breasts. I scolded her and told her to clean up her face and your penis. She looked around but I told her to use her dress as it was already covered in semen. She worked up some crocodile tears but took the dress off and did as she was told.

Then a second emergency happened. The feeling of her soft hands and dress must have put a little steam back in you, because you said you needed to cum again. She begged you not to come in her mouth, so you did the only rational thing as to not make a mess. She shrieked as you pulled her bra cups away from her tiny little B cup breasts and blew your load all over them. My goodness, you must cum gallons. You were the first man to see my daughter's youthful young breasts. It had to be done though. I didn't want that goop on my floor! When my daughter yelled and blustered I had you spank her a few times until she apologized for being unreasonable. Then she kissed you to thank you. She was quite a sight, her makeup smeared from your spunk, your cum dripping from her bra, her hair a mess of tangles and semen. I'm just glad no one saw. I'm trying to raise her to be a respectable young lady. You said once you had the part you'd be back in a week. I look forward to it.

Thank you,

Cindy's Strict Mother

Dear Dry Cleaner,

I want to thank you for spending extra time helping me and my twenty-year-old daughter, Cindy. You see, our washing machine broke and we needed some laundry done in the interim. When we walked in, your store was a mad house. We muscled through the crowd (I think my daughter was a little uncomfortable with how close she had to be to some people) and put our laundry on the counter. We put a bag of our laundry on the counter and you began going through it to give us a price. My daughter asked you if you would be able to get out all stains. You told her it depended on the stain. You then asked her what was stained.

At this point she tried to whisper to you, but you were unable to hear her over the roar of the shop and told her that. She spoke a little louder, but you couldn't hear her again. I spoke loudly and clearly that there was a stain on her bra. After that it was suspiciously quiet. You nodded and said 'and what is the stain exactly?' I explained that a man ejaculated all over her little breasts, and that the inside of the bra cups were covered in semen.

You nodded understandingly and told her you would have to see the bra to know for sure. She took it out of the bag and tried to sneak it to him without the crowd seeing. I rolled my eyes at her and told her that no one cares that she made a mess on her clothes. You took the bra and inspected it closely, holding it up to the light. You asked what cup size she was. Cindy asked why that was necessary, but I explained that she was a B cup. You very kindly said 'I bet her little breasts are beautiful.' I joked that the man who blew a load on them didn't complain. The whole store laughed. Well...Cindy didn't. You assured Cindy that you should be able to get the stain out. Cindy had her head in her hands, but I know she was grateful. And to think, she was just going to throw the bra away! Like we're made of money!

Then you made an observation. You pointed out that the bra had no pads in it. I explained that my daughter wasn't going to walk around looking like some big titted harlot. I told him that Cindy's little nipples poke out from time to time, especially when it's cold, but I told you that it was a small price to pay for having a respectable daughter. One man in the crowd shouted that he wished it was colder in the store. Again, everyone had a good laugh. Well, once again Cindy apparently didn't find the joke funny.

Anyway, thank you for taking care of our laundry and Cindy's underthings. I saw you inspecting them closely before putting the bag behind the counter.

Thank you,

Cindy's Strict Mother

Dear Cindy's Professor,

I am writing to you with the greatest disgust that things are getting out of hand. This is sexual harassment and I simply will not stand for it. Poor Cindy has had the guys in class flipping her skirt up to peek at her little cotton panties! My daughter is a lady, and I simply will not tolerate that. Now if a young gentleman would like to give her a pat on the behind, that is certainly okay. If he would prefer a squeeze of her little butt cheek, I think that's perfectly acceptable too, and a raising of her skirt for that reason is fine. If she tries to push a hand away that is trying to squeeze her bottom, then she will need to be spanked. However, boys flipping up her skirt is simply unacceptable. Honestly, I would have thought they saw enough of her panties when she is spanked. My daughter also tells me that boys have been pulling on the ribbon so that her skirt falls down. It is my hope that these boys have been doing this by mistake, but if not, I expect this to be dealt with as well.

Now that we've dealt with that, I am coming to understand there is an issue with men touching my daughter's soft little thighs. I think I know what's going on here. I can read the writing on the wall. Your school is over populated and the young gentlemen of the class don't have space on their desks or laps to put their hands. Cindy tells me that her Advanced Linear Astronomy Astrophysics class only has ten other students in the lecture hall, but I'm assuming it's a small one. From now on you are to designate and student and Cindy is to sit on that student's lap for the lecture. That should free up some space. Also, as there is a shortage of room, any boy near Cindy may put their hands on her legs. If she tries to push the hand off, she is to be spanked.

I think as an apology to the boys she's been raising a stink about, she will give every boy in your class a kiss and apologize for making a big deal about hands on her legs. Honestly, the nerve of that girl.

Keep up the good work,

Cindy's Strict Mother