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  2. @Nils JD Sure. I think that could be arranged. Any scenario your looking for specifically?
  3. Thanks for following 🙂 I love the feedback I'm getting on this one. A Little Break - Day 10 / Chapter 31: Adult “Are you starting to feel a bit more grown up now?” I asked, after a few more minutes. Lynn’s words had seemed a little more complex than they did when she was fully in little space, but she was still happy to innocently hold me. “Just a little bit.” “Would you like to… I don’t know which would be appropriate right now,” I found myself hesitating. I knew she’d find it easy to say yes to whatever I suggested, starting to become a habit after she’d been doing it nearly all day. If I asked her if she wanted to feel littler again, she could keep on enjoying her innocence. But if I asked if she wanted to grow up, she’d probably say yes and then be able to talk about the phone call earlier, if there was anything she needed to deal with. “I should be a big girl a bit,” she mumbled, a little reluctantly but already feeling mature enough to think about her responsibilities. “Okay then, would you like to grow up now?” Before I’d even finished the question, she was nodding, and then stretching like she’d just awoken from a deep sleep. By the time she’d stretched out all her joints, her body language was completely different, but I still couldn’t put my finger on it. She seemed more aware of herself now, more reserved. And a lot sexier too, just from the changes I couldn’t point to in her posture and expression. And a second kiss, at the same point near the back of my jaw but a lot less innocent. “Thank you.” “I thought you were a good girl?” I asked, “I don’t think a good girl should use her lips like that when I’m not your husband.” “I think you should have a little reward, for putting up with so much from me, and still wanting to help out.” “Getting to spend so much time with you is reward enough. You make an adorable toddler. And you compliment my cooking, which is always a plus.” “Was that all hypnotic suggestion, then? Because if your food’s as good as it seemed, I’d be surprised you don’t get a lot more praise for it.” I didn’t have anything to say, as she moved just a little away from me to take a more respectable position. “Thanks,” she started again, “Anyway, I should tell you about what Clark said. I think you got the gist of it, but he’s trying. Like, he knows this makes me happy, but he’s been told all the time he was growing up that something like this is weird, perverted, and the kind of thing that decent people should try to ban. He gets the kinky side of it, he can go that far, but just doesn’t understand how it can be not depraved.” “I can see where he’s coming from. I just wish he hadn’t needed to hurt you to figure that out. Think you can forgive him?” “I can understand it, because it’s still hard for me to accept that these feelings might be okay. Like, I’m doing it, and enjoying it, but I’m still not sure what it is. And I can understand, if we’re doing something that we don’t know what it is but he’s been brought up to believe it’s abhorrent… He got scared that seeing my pacifier, other people might figure it out. He panicked, told everybody too much because he was scared it’d get back to his boss if people found out. He was terrified people would think it was him that’s a freak.” “You’re not a–” “I know. And I think he kind of understands, even if he doesn’t know the words. But it wouldn’t stop a malicious rumour, would it? Maybe we just need to talk it over. And if he doesn’t want to be my ‘daddy’, he might not mind sharing that responsibility. As long as the naughty girl trying to seduce Daddy only comes out for him.” “I guess that’s a good thing, then. You’re ready to go home once he’s had time to cool down?” “A couple more days, if you don’t mind. So we can talk it out a few times before I’m living there again. And if a discussion gets too heated, we won’t be running into each other around the house while tempers are still frayed.” “Good plan. Maybe we can finish watching a certain TV show before you go, and there’s a colouring book we haven’t even opened yet.” Her squeal of delight wasn’t quite the same as when she was a child, but I could see that she was still excited at the prospect of more childish fun ahead. “Thank you,” she gave me another hug, and again I was very reluctant to remind her that wasn’t the right way for a good girl to touch someone. I wondered if she was testing me now. She knew I’d asked her questions she couldn’t remember on the first day. She knew she’d been quite forward on the second, and maybe she guessed that she’d admitted being interested in me for more than the casual fun we’d had in college. That could have made her feel more confident in a little flirting. As long as it didn’t go anywhere, I decided I wasn’t going to complain. “I’m not a good girl, though,” she giggled, “You told me at least once today that I’m supposed to be a naughty girl, and get excited about being a little bit naughty. You know, when…” she looked down, and tapped on the diaper she was still wearing. Hey pyjamas were tight enough that it was obvious. “Yeah. Was that okay? You said you wanted to, but I wasn’t sure how far you wanted to go. Don’t let me keep you if you want to dash off and get changed into more appropriate attire.” “It’s surprisingly comfortable. Maybe I’ll keep it on a while. Really I’ve got to do another hour on one of my projects today, but maybe I’ll stay dressed up in cute pyjamas and… you know. So I’ve got a reminder about all the good parts of today.” So we ended up both sitting on the couch with our laptops. I had the TV play a selection of non-intrusive background music and its lava lamp effect, while we attempted variations on the theme of work. I broke out a bottle of wine, but the low-alcohol kind this time. * * * “Do those post-hypnotic suggestions all end completely when I start feeling adult again?” Lynn asked, around an hour later. “Because I got an urge to say… something… it’s quite hard to resist.” She put a hand over her mouth as if that might hide her embarrassment, or help her to avoid a brief moment of baby talk. “I don’t know,” my mind was suddenly racing, trying to think when I’d triggered her to confess something. “It should all go back to normal, unless there’s a specific reason for one of the ‘obey’ commands to carry on working. Your subconscious mind is usually pretty good at figuring when things should work, what you really want. I can take you into trance and clear it out if you prefer? But just for saying something, I’d say use your judgement. If you don’t mind the embarrassment, you could let yourself say a childish thing. It’s up to you. Do you want to resist it, or would you rather fail to resist it, or do you want me to take away that lingering urge?” I was still trying to guess which of the many times I’d told her to obey this afternoon might have stuck. There hadn’t been any designed to induce baby-talk that I could think of. And I was sure that all the suggestions would have ended when she grew up, unless I’d specifically said how long they should last for. Or, just maybe, if she really wanted it to stay. She hesitated, shook her head a little, then lifted the protective hand from her mouth far enough to answer. “N… No, I’ll let myself say it, and see if I can still resist the– Obey? It’s time to obey, feel super naughty and wet myself right now.” I realised it immediately; I’d told her to repeat that last suggestion for the rest of the evening. I’d expected it would wear off when she became an adult again, but it seemed that her subconscious mind didn’t interpret my words in the same way. That was another reason people are harder to program than computers: because every mind is different. Lynn’s hand jumped straight back over her mouth, and I didn’t know if I should be laughing or apologising. She looked so shocked, like she couldn’t believe she’d just said it, even after deciding to give in to the urge. Or maybe she was more surprised to find that she’d wet herself while feeling fully adult. I could only guess that would still work, because it I remembered my phrasing of the suggestion correctly, I’d told her to both repeat and obey that instruction as part of the same command. “Are you okay?” I asked, “Sorry, I should have been more careful with the instructions. I said that one would last for the rest of the evening, I didn’t think about you being adult again. I can make–” “I couldn’t help it,” she interrupted, “Just– Wow. A hell of a surprise, but damn, I’ve never felt so helpless. It feels good in a way. And I feel like… naughty, in a way that has nothing to do with being a little kid. Is that because the suggestion was to feel naughty, and that means something different when I’m an adult?” “I guess so,” I was thinking about that myself, but had already guessed that if we were going to talk about it, I’d need to think of some better euphemisms in order to distinguish between childish and adult meanings of ‘naughty’, among other things. “Should I tidy up those suggestions, or would you prefer to get changed first?” “I think… I don’t mind that much. While we’ve only got a few days left to explore this side of me, before a break of God knows how long. If I go back to being a little girl for a bedtime story, I think it’d be good if this was still there. Still working, I mean. I can’t believe I’m asking it, even. But it felt good, in a weird way I can’t explain, so… I mean, maybe repeating the words is a bit weird, so maybe we should skip that part next time. But while it’s started, I think it’s okay to keep on feeling that for the rest of the day. Even if that means it keeps on while I’m being a grown-up too, and realising how hard it is to resist it is getting me really excited.”
  4. I'd love to see her wetting in neon colored running tights and cute sneakers. 🙂 Or in leggings underneath a skirt or dress... Is there any chance, she'd wear her sneakers without socks, lol? Sorry for the weird question.
  5. @Nils JD, funny you mention that. She is actually building a wishlist of outfits etc for her wetting adventures. You have anything in particular in mind?
  6. Sounds great! If you need a sponsor for a cute pair of shoes for wettings, feel free to message me. 😉
  7. She means in her amazing threads here and I think you got that perfectly fine. Can you stop being a creep and trying to push people to do more than they're comfortable with. First you ask her to strip and then repeat yourself when she politely but clearly declines, now you seem to imply you want her to make live video while she has previously specified she likes posting in a thread like this and adding a video when she feels like doing so and again, you push in that direction when she politely avoids your question... Just enjoy what people decide to share and give them input they invite you to give instead of trying to push them to do more. That's their decision to make, not yours.
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  9. Great video, lots of pee flowing while making herself cum, and bare feet too. The pee just kept coming. She was really prepared.
  10. I wanna try something new. Could you draw a random girl just in underwear, holding back a bladder the size of a large boulder? Large boulder as in gigantic, touching the floor, larger than the rest of her body, probably holding in over 25 entire liters. Huge bladder that will bring huge pain, yet somehow remains intact.
  11. Yes, I agree that you should remove the plug and try and hold it by yourself for the remainder of the walk. After you return home, maybe put it back in for a new round of challenges? We’ll see once we get there.
  12. She could have taken the shoes off. I'm a bit disappointed. At the end, I thought she was going to make herself cum, but she didn't do anything. She could have had more pee also.
  13. Great video, she fills out those jeans really good, lots of pee, and bare feet. She checks all the boxes.
  14. Honestly I'd love to see a story of one of the female ghosts just having to flee from luigi and desperately try and wee, only for luigi to interrupt, and then be told to take a sample of ectowhizz -Because obligatory ghostbusters reference-
  15. Uh oh .. woke up full.. at 8.5/10 .. alarm goes off if 8 minutes.. can I wait that long? Will I get to loo?
  16. Earned an orgasm? Hmm, I’m not feeling so generous. Serena, I think you’ll have earned an orgasm when you finally burst. Extra humiliation sounds like a great idea, though! I think the urethra plug should be removed, so the pee dancing really is needed to keep your bladder in control.
  17. Rosa decided to start preparing dinner while Amy cleaned herself up. MRE's wasn't the most exciting dinner but it was quick and easy while they were camping out here. Rosa had the kettle almost boiling when Amy came out of the forest and joined her by the campfire. "Need any help?" Amy asked as she handed a soda to Rosa who was sitting on one knee by the campfire. "Nah I got it, you all good?" "Yeah" Amy sat down on one of the stump stools. The detectives sat in silence for a moment while Amy watched Rosa pour the hot water into the MRE's to heat them up. Rosa then handed one to Amy and sat down on the other stump. "Thank you - for this and you know" Amy nodded towards the woods. "I still don't know if it's the best idea I'm out here" Rosa looked up from her meal. "Of course it is. Amy we're partners in this. Besides, I'm the one who got you this assignment." Amy mixed the MRE with her fork without eating anything. "Besides, it's probably good for both of us to leave our comfort zone." Rosa continued. Amy sighed. "It just seems like I'm way further out of my comfort zone than you are" "Amy. How many people do you think have seen me as desperate as you have today?" Rosa couldn't help but feel a bit hurt. She had tried to be more open and vulnerable with Amy than she had with anyone in a long time and Amy seemingly had no appreciation for her efforts. "And how many people do you think I've peed in front of while trying to teach them how to?" --------- Amy hadn't even thought of what Rosa had to deal with. Not only had the car ride alone been more time that the two of them had spend together before, she had also been in some awkward situations. Amy decided to break the silence. "I'm sorry, I'm just not used to feel as out-of-control as I have been today. Thank you for helping me out and being less... Closed off?" They looked at each other for a moment. "As I said it's probably a good thing we're getting out of our comfort zone" Rosa nodded with a smile at her fellow detective. They finished up their food and sat looking into the campfire for a couple of moments before Amy got curious. "So, how many?" Amy said with a smile "What?" "How many people have you taught how to pee outside?" Rosa squinted at Amy "None" "Shame, you're a good teacher" Amy giggled "You know that wasn't really a success?" Rosa said as she held up the pack of wet-wipes. "That was probably my fault" Rosa nodded as she wiped her hands and handed the pack to Amy. "My turn to ask you a question then" Rosa asserted "I'm an open book" Amy said and emptied her soda. "Why have you only hung your jeans up to dry?" Amy didn't know what to say. She could feel the redness spreading on her cheeks as her mind raced to find an explanation. She couldn't tell Rosa the truth could she? Rosa looked taken aback by Amy's embarrassed reaction to the question. "No sorry, it's your business." Rosa got up from the stool and headed towards her tent. "I flushed them at the gas station" Amy blurted out. Rosa stopped and looked puzzled at Amy but Amy kept looking into the fire. She knew she couldn't look at Rosa while telling her what happened "I... well... they weren't saveable." "I guess you learnt something from all the bad guys who've used that trick" Rosa laughed and stepped into her tent. Amy nodded as she tried to convince the redness of her cheeks to retreat with deep breaths. ---------- Amy had sat by the fire for a couple of moments trying to gather herself when she heard the sound of a vehicle approaching the camp site. The rangers were apparently about to check in. Amy sprang to her feet. She needed to remove her jeans from the clothesline before any of the rangers saw. However when she looked over Rosa already had them in her hands. It wasn't a moment too soon as the pickup truck rolled into view from behind the trees and Ranger Christianson and Deputy Hanstead stepped out from the truck. "How you been?" Christianson greeted Amy "It's been quiet, nothing much exciting happening." Amy said and shook their hands. "Figured as much" Christianson nodded "Didn't really have any plans to check in so soon but" "I wanted to give you this" Deputy Hanstead said and gave Amy a can of instant coffee. "I was told by my partner that you wanted to do night shifts, so I figured it would be more help out here than in our office over the weekend." "Thank you" Amy looked at the coffee. It was cheap powder coffee that you mix with boiling water and end up with something resembling coffee. Amy already started to miss the coffee places she was used to in brooklyn, but it was going to be very helpful to keep her up tonight. "I've tried getting Clayton to do nightshifts every time we've been here but he's convinced it's useless. Guess you'll settle it for us" Rosa walked over to the group and was greeted by Ranger Christianson "Anything you'll need for tomorrow morning?" "Probably just water and the other usual supplies." "Alright. Well, we won't take any more of your time" Christianson said and headed back towards the truck followed by the deputy. The truck backed up and disappeared behind the trees again. "What did they want?" Rosa looked at the coffee in Amy's hands. "Give us this?" Amy shrugged "Do you think they expected us to want to go home already?" Rosa stared at the spot the truck disappeared behind the tree cover. "Probably. Thank you for grabbing my jeans" "Of course, they're in your tent" Rosa said and walked back towards her tent. ----------- The camp had been mostly silent as Rosa prepared to go to sleep and Amy prepared to watch the dropsite. Rosa had brushed her teeth and said goodnight to Amy before retiring to her tent, while Amy had filled the small burner that came along with the kettle. That way she could boil water for coffee without having to make a fire. Afterward she had gotten a couple of blankets, her powerbank and headphones and made herself comfortable in Rosa's camping chair. As the sun set it had quite quickly started to get cold. Luckily the moon lit up the park very well, so it wouldn't be hard to spot any activity at the drop-spot. Amy settled in with music in her headphones and made herself some coffee to warm up. ---------- It was incredibly boring and cold keeping watch of a picnic area in a closed national park and even though Amy was convinced it had been hours, her phone told her she had only been keeping watch for around 50 minutes. Amy sighed. It was going to be a long night. And worse still she was starting to need to pee. Or well she had started to need to pee some time ago. Amy adjusted in the chair trying to get comfortable. She looked back at Rosa's tent. She couldn't wake Rosa just because she needed to pee. She just had to pee outside by herself. "Later" Amy whispered to herself. She didn't want to get out from under the blanket and she had to mentally prepare herself first. ---------- A spasm hit Amy's bladder. In denial about having to pee outside Amy had started a podcast and zoned out but was now brought back to reality. The spasm had forced her legs close together. She spread her legs and exhaled slowly. She looked at her phone. 20 minutes since last time. "Fuck!" Amy hissed as quietly as possible. Amy quickly opened google on her phone and typed "Pee outside Women". Amy read as quickly as she could while her legs slowly came together again and then crossed. Her bladder spasm again and Amy wanted to jam a hand between her legs but the blanket got in the way. She threw the blanket of her and jammed a hand into her crotch. She couldn't determine if it was damp or just felt damp because her hands were used to the cold air. Slowly Amy shifted her weight forward and stood up, still cross legged and holding herself. Some of the pressure on her strained bladder lifted which gave Amy enough thought capacity to get an idea. But she did not know if it was a good one. Slowly and agonizingly Amy made her way to her tent with small steps. She desperately wanted to jam both hands into her crotch but she needed her free hand to unzip the opening. The sound of the zipper would cut through the silent night but Amy had limited time. She forced the zipper up and hurried inside. Amy took a deep breath and held herself tighter as she squated down so her free hand could reach and dig through her bags, looking for the misplaced diapers. "Please!" She whimpered as a couple drops escaped her. // As you probably guessed the next part will make use of Amy's diaper so just a heads up if a: you're not into that b: you are into that, cause I'm not so it probably won't be how it's normally written
  18. Erica felt like she was moments away from pissing herself, the sharp pressure behind her urethral opening was excruciating! She was so focused on her desire to sit on the toilet she was scrubbing, that she was oblivious to anything else. Her thighs, buttocks, and abdomen were tensed as Erica fought through a wave of urgency. BUZZZZZZZZ!!!!! Erica gave a yelp and jumped. She quickly turned around, searching for whomever had just struck her right butt cheek with a cattle prod ... but there was no one there. After a few seconds Erica realized that in her dire need she had grossly over reacted; what she had felt was merely her cell phone vibrating in her back pocket! Her next realization was unpleasant. Erica's jeans now had a wet spot between the thighs. The surprise of the vibrating cell phone had caused her to momentarily lose control. Erica hated that she had just wet herself a little (she was also relieved that she had only leaked instead of a complete soaking). She finally looked at her phone to see what message was so important. Erica let out an audible sigh as she read the text from Grace: I didn't make it all day. Thankfully it didn't happen until I got out of the building so there's no violation. Erica replied back: Oh honey, I'm sorry it happened again. How bad was it? It was a pretty big accident. The only one to see it was Tony. He was really nice about it....again. He's going to hang out here til you get home. I'm glad he was nice to you. Just because Tony is there doesn't mean anything changes! I know, mom...I'm still wearing them. I'll leave them on until you spank me. I even remember my cousins have to come watch. Erica went back to cleaning. As she knelt down in front of the toilet she could feel the dampness from her leak. She hoped the wet spot would dry before the nightly PTA Conduct Committee meeting; Erica was pretty sure this would count as a violation of Local Amendment 26. As the next hour went on the wet spot became less visible, but her jeans still felt damp. The notice from the PTA was vague, it didn't specify how a mother would be inspected at the end of a day; Erica sure hoped it would be a cursory visual inspection of her pants. Erica gave a brief shiver as she thought of the consequences she might face if a PTA member conducted a thorough examination; there would be no hiding the yellow stains in her white panties. The leak Erica had experienced temporarily eased the pressure, now with an hour left in her day, the pressure was rapidly returning. Erica was trying to stand with her legs apart to allow the damp cotton to dry, but she was overwhelmed by the urge to pee; Erica found herself pressing her thighs together and twisting her hips. Her damp thighs clamped together seeemed to abate the need to pee. As the last hour ticked by, Erica's cleaning duties dragged on. The constant sloshing of water was an ongoing torture as Erica fought to keep her urine from cascading down her legs. The frequent squirms that interrupted her mopping were successful at keeping more leaks from escaping Erica's bladder. Erica put the cleaning cart away as a member of the PTA came to escort her to the Conduct Committee meeting. When they entered the room Erica smirked as she saw Heather Blanc standing on the right side of the stage, Heather was glaring at her daughter. On the left side of the stage Jenny Blanc was staring at the floor, doing her best to avoid eye contact with her mom. The committee chair open the meeting with the reading of the docket. Monica Hoyt -37- son, Paul, freshman - Section D, 1st offense - dress code violation (inappropriate shirt). Lynn Hassen -36- son, Dale, sophmore- Section L, 1st offense- swearing in school. Emily Green- 39- son, Will, sophmore - Section L, 2nd offense- swearing in school. Heather Blanc- 44- daughter,Jenny, senior- Section H, 2nd offense - urinated in her pants. Erica Campbell-42- local Amendment 26 inspection. The Conduct Committee moved with efficiency. Lynn Hassen was sanctioned with 6 swats of corporal punishment and 1 hour community service to the school. Emily Green was sanctioned 12 swats of corporal punishment and 2 hours of service to school. Monica Hoyt was sanctioned 8 swats of corporal punishment and 1 hour community service to the school. Erica's full bladder required near constant attention. She was squeezing her thighs together when the Blancs were called forward. Erica perked up as the Blancs made their way to the middle of the stage. Jenny trudged forward clearly unhappy about having to walk with her wet pants sticking to her legs. Heather stepped quickly forward, her facial expression showing annoyance at being called before the committee. Heather looked exasperated as her daughter's offense was read into the official record. The committee chair turned to Heather "We would like to know how your daughter's previous offense was handled in your household?" "That night when we got home I spanked her butt" Heather replied. "After a long spanking, Jenny's wet panties were tacked to her bedroom door; she spent the next two hours with her nose pressed against her wet panties. Her stained panties are still tacked to her door for everyone to see. She spends an hour each evening standing with her nose against the yellow stain, at the end of the hour she is given a spanking. This punishment was set to continue until she went 30 days without an accident. Now that she has pissed herself again, the punishment will increase." The committee chair looked at Jenny, "Do you have anything to add?" Jenny sobbed "I didn't want to wet myself! It only is happening because I'm on restriction, if the school would lift the restriction I can guarantee I wouldn't pee my pants ever again! Not at school not at home not anywhere! This is really horrible I'll never let it happen again!" "Based on the testimony, the Conduct Committee sees no mitigating factors." The chair looked directly at Heather Blanc, "Under the terms of the Maternal Responsibility Act you are found to be partially responsible for your daughter's continuing misbehavior. The conduct committee will impose the standard second offense sanction of 50 swats of corporal punishment and 40 hours of community service to the school. Since this is your second appearance before the Conduct Committee in the same week we don't believe it is in your physical best interests to receive both sessions of corporal punishment on the same day. At this Saturday's corporal punishment session you will receive the first 25 swats that you were sanctioned with at your prior hearing. The 50 swats of corporal punishment that were assigned today will be carried out at next week's Saturday corporal punishment session." Heather Blanc glared at her daughter as they were dismissed back to the waiting areas on the side of the stage. Everyone in attendance was well aware Jenny's butt would be the target of a long and painful spanking when the hearing was concluded. Erica only had a brief moment to feel sorry for the obviously humiliated young woman. Erica was quite anxious as she stood before the Conduct Committee. She knew her pants had dried to the point of her leak no longer being visible, but she knew if her underwear was checked her small accident would no longer be hidden. "I'm pleasantly surprised to see that you are not standing in a puddle" commented the committee chair. "Based on how your last several days have gone I expected your jeans to be saturated." "Maintaining control has certainly been difficult" admitted Erica. "Under the authorization of Local Amendment 26 to the Maternal Responsibility Act, you are to be inspected to verify that you have not acted in an unhygienic manner while serving today's sanctions. The inspection will be carried out by Mrs Lind, please follow the instructions of the inspector." A middle-aged woman, stood up from the committees table and approached Erica. "Place your hands on top of your head and leave them there until instructed otherwise. I need you to spread your legs until your feet are approximately 24 inches apart." Erica hated spreading her legs as she got into position, she was terrified she would have another bladder leak if she wasn't able to keep her thighs pressed together. The inspector slowly walked a circle around Erica, stopping frequently to look at her jeans from several angles. Next, Mrs Lind got down on her knees and stared directly at Erica's crotch from no more than a few inches away. Erica's respirations became more rapid as she panicked at what Mrs Lind might be observing. The inspector moved behind Erica and again knelt, this time staring at Erica's buttocks. After rising to her feet, Mrs Lind turned to the committee chair, "The hands-off external inspection is complete; there are no visible stains, wet marks, or bulges. I did detect the faint odor of stale urine coming from her jeans, there was no odor of feces." Mrs Lind once again stepped behind Erica, the inspector's hand began to pat Erica on the buttocks. Tears of shame rolled down Erica's face as the inspector's hand reached to the front of Erica's crotch. The inspector's hands patted each of Erica's thighs before Mrs Lind address to the committee chair a second time. "The hands-on external inspection revealed dampness from the crotch of her jeans down each thigh approximately 4 inches. There's no dampness around her buttocks." Erica trembled as the inspector unbuttoned her jeans and slowly push them down to Erica's ankles. Erica's white panties were slightly yellowed and visibly damp. Mrs Lind walked behind Erica and pulled out the elastic band at the back of her panties. The inspector promptly reported to the committee chair: "There is no feces present in the rear of her underwear, the gusset shows urine staining and obvious wetness to the front and bottom." "Ms Campbell, you are in violation of Local Amendment 26 of the Maternal Responsibility Act. You failed to maintain your hygiene while under sanction. As punishment you will be given 10 swats with a wooden paddle over your wet undergarments. Do you have anything you would like to say before the punishment is carried out?" "It was wrong of me to fail to control my bladder this afternoon, all week really. I accept my punishment." Erica glanced at Heather Blanc, it was Heather's turn to smirk as Mrs Lind walked toward Erica with a wooden paddle in her hand. Erica hoped with all her heart that Heather Blanc would find herself in this same position someday soon. "Leave your feet where they are" directed Mrs Lind. "I need you to move your hands from the top of your head, please grab your ankles." As Erica bent forward she knew the audience was getting a better look at her wet panties. The view didn't last long as Mrs Lind placed the paddle directly over the wet underwear and began to swing. Whap... Whap... Whap... Whap... The swats weren't as painful as those administered at a Saturday session, or the spanks given by Julie. This punishment, though short and not very painful, became Erica's worst punishment ever. Whap... Whap... pssssssssss... As Erica's over filled bladder emptied, Mrs Lind stepped back to avoid having urine splatter onto her shoes. The audience gasped as Erica's shame poured out of her panties. ... psssssssssss... drip... drip... drip... Whap... Whap... Whap... Whap! As the punishment came to an end, Erica was directed to stand and pull up her jeans. Her most recent accident had streamed onto her pants as well as the floor, as she buttoned them she noticed the odd pattern of wetness that had been created by peeing on them. The members of the Conduct Committee whispered amongst themselves. The chair finally addressed Erica. "At this time we don't believe what has happened here deserves a second punishment; it appears this was merely a continuation of your prior loss of control." Erica was dismissed as the hearing was adjourned. Erica thought as she walked to her car: Now to go home and deal with Grace...and have Julie deal with me!
  19. I had black leggings on so it I just went on with my day and didn't do anything to them. At the time I didn't know why but I kinda liked it. Now I know😂
  20. I can't watch it without a Twitter account, sadly.
  21. a bit off topic, but when i try to view anything on HD Diapers, all i get is a black screen where the video should be (i also cant find the downloads section you hinted at being hidden in the footer area of the members area in one of your older posts)
  22. Yeah verification is having some issues currently so just dm the guy
  23. So it wasn’t a major accident, as it was just a little pee going down your leggings. It certainly could have been much worse. Did you have to change any clothes or find a way to hide the wet spots?
  24. 1 - Perhaps Maru can help her if the toilet is still broken, after all she has to pee somewhere to
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