He steps out into her full view and she looks him up and down. The pleated skirt seems to fit him perfectly, although it’s a little on the short side “Come here.” she says authoritatively. He steps one pace closer. “Come here!” she sighs, stepping towards him.
“Why!?” he asks, fearful he’s going to get a smack on his legs.
She grabs his skirt and lifts it.
“What are you doing?!” he yelps, stepping away from her.
“I’m checking you’ve got your knickers on…” she says, grabbing his skirt again and lifting it.
A shameful Peter hangs his head, remains silent and still as his mother lifts his skirt… all the way up.”When I know I can trust you I won’t have to check.” she says as she drops his skirt.
“OK.” he moans, as quiet as a mouse.