"Gods!"

I turned at the sound of cariad tumbling into a most undignified heap on the floor. She looked frankly ridiculous, yet appealing in her helplessness.

"Stand" I peered over my specs at her. She scrambled to her feet and stood nearly to attention. She wrung her hands in front of her in her anguish, she so wished to have made a better impression.

"So! What am I to do with you?" I held up a hand as she attempted to answer.

"I rather think that some form of...unusual punishment is in order" I lifted my hand again to stop her interrupting.

I had a rather good plan in the back of my mind and I could tell from her silent "Oh" That she knew it would be a good one.

I turned to my cupboard and sighed as I saw my favourite tipple. Old Jack would have to stay put for a while longer. I bent to the lower shelves and rummaged for a few seconds. I grabbed a box and straightened up. Turning to cariad I said: "You will wear these for three days. I will naturally be checking up on you"

I handed her the box. She seemed doubtful but then peered inside. She picked up one of the six pink bra and pants sets and examined them until it dawned on her that they all had strategically-placed spring-loaded feathers on the inside. They would keep her busy, I thought.

"After three days-you will report back to me here. I will finish this off with something more familiar to you" I grinned. She didn't...