A pink tutu

"You have got to be kidding me, she said. There is no way I am wearing that."

Inside the box was the most feminine and girly pink tutu money could buy. It was full of frills and bows and the skirt was gigantic. The skirt flaired out almost three feet around and was completely horizontal to the ground.

"Yes you are. Get used to it too because that is all you're allowed to wear for awhile until you show me that you can follow orders," I said.

"If you ever want to orgasm again and don't want any further punishment, I expect that to be on you in five minutes and you to show me how skilled of a ballerina you are."