Fail

Miranda knew the rules. When her mother told her it was time for an inspection, she tried to resist because she knew she wouldn’t pass. “Mom, we aren’t even at home. Can’t we do the inspection when we get back from the picnic?” Miranda pleaded. “Young lady are you back talking me?” her mother countered. “No ma’am” Miranda conceded defeat. She knew this was not going to go well but no use in making it worse.

Being a bookish girl by nature, she was inclined to focus her efforts on her studies and reading. She just got too busy to follow these new grooming rules. She did not understand why her mother wanted to marry off by some arbitrary age. She was only 20 and had big dreams of graduate studies that kept her busy. Besides, Miranda had a boyfriend, Dan, but she wasn’t sure if her mother would approve of him and hadn’t mentioned him yet. Miranda’s mother was a strict, demanding woman and disappointing her was something Miranda avoided at almost all costs. She knew Dan didn’t mind a little hair down there. In fact, he said it was kind of cute if it was trimmed and it never stopped him from expressing physical interest in that part of her anatomy. She was convinced her mother didn’t know what she was talking about and having a smooth pussy wasn’t a big deal for attracting marriage prospects. On the other hand, her mother was afraid her daughter would become an old maid and was worried about the difficulties of being a single woman in the deeply patriarchal society in which they lived.

Although they had just finished a lovely mother-daughter picnic in a public park, Miranda looked around and didn’t see anyone else and willed her hesitant hands down to unbutton and unzip her jeans. Her mother’s eyes widened as she didn’t see evidence of panties. As Miranda nervously lowered her jeans with shaking hands and wiggling hips to get the tight fabric past her shapely bottom. Her mother’s eyes narrowed, and a scowl spread across her face as she saw the hair that was present. Miranda looked away at the picnic basket and feared her mother’s response. She wanted to escape. What if she could somehow turn into an ant and hide under the blanket.

“Well, I see you have not taken our last little talk about this to heart. We will address your lack of shaving in a moment but first, you aren’t even wearing panties? How many pairs of attractive, lady-like panties did I buy you last weekend? Did I not tell you that you were to wear one of those at all times except bedtime and when you exercise?”

Miranda sheepishly replied “yes ma’am. I’m sorry ma’am.” Her response was barely audible, but she showed the appropriate deference to her mother so her mother didn’t care what exactly she said, she had more lecturing to do. “As for your refusal to shave, do you remember what happened last time? You remember I had to shave you after your punishment? You hated when I shaved you, but if you did it by yourself, I wouldn’t have to. It looks like you haven’t even shaved since your last inspection? Have you”

Miranda knew she had not. But she also knew if she confirmed that, her mother would be furious. At the same time, if she was caught lying her punishment would be much worse. “I shaved for the week after last time, ma’am.” Miranda bluffed. She was more nervous than ever as her mother stared at her. She had always been a good girl until these bizarre rules became part of her life six months ago and never needed to lie so she was not good at keeping secrets, much less telling bald-faced lies like this. She felt herself getting hot with nervousness.

“Well, I’m glad that reminder lasted a week. Maybe we need one of your little reminders every week then?” Her mother spat. “No ma’am. I will remember this time, it’s just that I have been focusing on my studies and…” Miranda started to defend herself. Her mother interrupted “I don’t need excuses; I need you to pass this inspection. Have you even been on a date?” Miranda debated whether she should tell her she had been dating. She decided that introducing further interrogation was not the best strategy at the moment. “No ma’am.”

“You know what is expected and you aren’t putting forth an effort. I have a mind to take a switch to your behind right here in the park.” Miranda’s heart skipped a beat and her mouth fell open. “But I won’t. This doesn’t mean there won’t be consequences. Get your pants up and get in the car. I need to think of how I’m going to deal with you.”

Miranda got her pants up and started gathering the picnic supplies. Her mother stared and pointed toward the parking lot. Miranda hurried to the car as her mother cleaned up and took the alone time to calm down and to plan her daughter’s punishment. Meanwhile, Miranda sat in the hot car and stared down at her feet. The possibilities seemed endless, but she knew whatever the consequences were would be terrible. Her mother was nothing if not creative and sadistic when it came to punishment.