You shall remain dressed exactly as you are until I’ve decided what to do about this” my mother stated as her eye’s dropped to see the semen dripping on to the floor. She turned to my sister and told her to go to the kitchen, before tuning back to me. “Right young man… come with me!”
Mum took me by the arm and pushed me into the bathroom, locking the door behind us. She ordered me to remove the knickers and wash them in the sink. “And try not to get any of that filthy stuff on those stockings!” she spat as I carefully pulled them down.
I washed the semen out of the knickers in hot soapy water as my mother stood scowling over me. Once done, she told me to wring them out and put them back on. “But they’re still damp.” I moaned.