Well, I watched the 1966 "Thunderbirds Are Go!" movie Sunday afternoon. This popped into my head and it wouldn't let go until I wrote it out. Kind of a pain, really. There are other things I should be doing. Note: I am not a Thunderbirds! superfan or anything. There was no attempt to stay within canonical events or relationships.
I was stuck in Phoenix at a convention with nothing to do in the evening. Then one evening, I found something to do. A place that delivered more than I expected.
Marie manages the House of Sensuality in the shadows of the Eiffel Tower. She works hard and keeps all of her girls in line with firm discipline. Sometimes on the Metro she must accept the use of her body with grace and dignity. Her daughter is learning all the tricks much too soon for Marie's liking. Her "special" friend Nicolette is a blond with no scruples and no morals. Marie knows she has to set her straight even if it means hard lessons.
A Victorian era girl is caught masturbating by her mother. Frantic that her daughter would do such a thing, she calls in the family doctor to help find a cure. Being at the height of the Victorian age however, the doctor proceeds to suggest a few, rather unorthodox options. That is, plenty of edging and chastity belt play.