During World War 2, it wasn't only food that was rationed - water for bathing was as well. Unable to go out and help my country in the war, I am left at home to look after the house. Far away from everything, I wonder if it would really matter if I took an extra bath every now and then, or used a little more water than was strictly needed. But Thomas catches me one time too often, and decides that I need to be taught a firm lesson. First a spanking over my wet knickers, followed by a firm dose of the belt ensures that I will not be wanting to sit in the bath for quite some time