Sara had a very strict upbringing. She was to be a proper lady. She had church going parents (uncommon for today’s day and age) and her mother - Linda was very involved in her life. She had to wear knee length skirts / shorts or trousers, nothing that would show to much of her chest, and was absolutely under no circumstances allowed a boyfriend until her 20s .

She was not allowed to shave (who would be seeing her naked anyway?), not allowed the keys to her bedroom door, and her electronic devices had to be handed over as an when her parents requested them.

At 16 this was very embarrassing for her. She felt like a child when all her other peers were becoming more and more independent.

During biology, they were studying the human reproductive system. All sorts of feelings started coming up for her.

Even though touching herself was considered a sin and strictly forbidden, she found her self gently stroking her inner thigh when she was alone in bed. Inching closer and closer to her front bottom.

This became a routine for her every night. She would gently touch herself over her kickers, and found herself release a clear discharge that made her think she wet herself. That night she took off her panties and kicked them under her bed and wore a new pair before going to bed.

When she went to school and her mother was cleaning her room, she found the underwear with the discharge and was appalled by what she thought her daughter was doing. She knew she had to confront her in a way that would shame her in to the right path.

Later that evening they followed the same routine. After she thought her mom went to bed, Sara began the same process of pleasuring herself.

She quietly took offer panties and and started touching herself. Circling and probing her front bottom.

Suddenly just as she was getting wetter and wetter, the lights turned on and Linda came barging in. The snatched the duvet exposing Sara’s naked and vulnerable.

“YOU DIRTY DIRTY GIRL, are you TOUCHING YOURSELF?

Sara was trembling in fear.

“ I had an itch that’s all! Maybe it’s an infection”

“AN infection??? We’ll see about that!”

She grabbed Sara by the wrist and took her down to the living room. She went to the bathroom and got a large towel.

“Lay down and spread your legs apart”

“No mum please no!” Sara cried

Linda picked up the phone and dialled Sandy’s number. Sandy was their neighbour, an avid church goer, and a nurse.

“Sandy, I need to you to come and have look at Sara, I think she’s been fiddling with something she shouldn’t have had”