As she fell asleep, her last thoughts were wondering why her cunt still felt so wet and engorged. This had been an awful day and this was an awful end to it. ‘What?’ asked Claire. ‘And are you going back to that organisation tomorrow?’ asked her mother. Shaved cunts are Titcage uniform. Shaved cunts are Titcage uniform. ‘You know your school grades haven’t been good and frankly we’re not happy with the crowd of girls you hang around with.’
SMACK! Then, crying, she got into bed. Her father landed 20 agonising blows on her ass. Claire dressed and left. Every time it happened she took a break by getting up and getting another cup of cordial. The first time Kitten accompanied her again, and this time watched as a blushing Claire pissed down her own legs. He got up from the table, grabbed Claire by the hair, and pulled her roughly over to the couch. ‘Yes,’ she cried. ‘First, you’re doing a great job, keep it up.’
‘Thank you,’ said Claire.
