I instituted this policy after her grades started to lag during winter term of her freshman year. I grounded her for the entire spring quarter, and wo...uldn’t you know it, spring term she got straight A’s. Being “grounded” means something a little different in my home. She has to come home straight after class of course, but I also require that as soon as she enters the house she has to change into a school girl uniform, meaning a white blouse, plaid skirt, knee-high socks and black dress shoes.. "Take the house coat right off"Whimpering to myself in my abject misery I did as I was told, standing inpetticoat, bra, panties and now suspenders and stockings.She picked up a slightly bulkier carrier bag which had been hidden besideher chair and she handed it to me."Put this on and don't keep me waiting this time."Feeling broken, desperately embarrassed and sobbing submissively Ireluctantly took the bag from her and nervously looked inside. Thereseemed to be a bundle of black and white satin. I put on my best fake smile and introduced myself as her neighbour from downstairs. Just as she started to deliver a half-assed apology for last night’s noise I hit her with the taser and she dropped to the ground unconscious. Oh, so easy?.When the bitch opened her eyes again she was staring at what must have looked like a frightening sight. Three leather clad figures were standing in front of her, smirking. Myself, Julia (a close friend of mine and professional dominatrix who happens to have. His heart raced from excitement, panic, and disbelief at what was happening, or was it? Hugs were okay, but as he thought about it, she wasn't letting go. And, she'd never called him by his first name before. What was going on? And if she was coming on to him, what was he going to do. Granted, it was 4:00 and school was out, but there were lots of teachers and staff all around campus. "This is crazy," he thought. Anxious to break the stalemate and reassess the situation, he pulled his.