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  1. Summary: When fourteen-year-old Agnes is caught making out with a boy, her religious parents ship her off to Mary Magdalen's Home for Girls, a corrective institution for ungodly young women. Agnes isn't too worried, but as it turns out, this is nothing like Bible Camp. Their aim is to drive out the devil, and they will do so by any means necessary. So, this is an idea I've been kicking around for a while, and I just never knew quite how to write it. The idea started when I read an article about special religious 'schools' in the US where unruly girls were sent to be taught to be good Christians, basically, and where methods ranged from the mundane to the outright sadistic. Please read the tags. This will not be a nice, fluffy or cute story. I'll add extra content warnings to future chapters if necessary. Please consider yourself warned. ————— CHAPTER ONE Agnes stared out of the bus window, at the country side swishing past. It was about four in the afternoon, and the day was sunny and hot. She yawned and scratched her cheek, where she had a mosquito bite. She was fourteen years old. Her dark brown hair fell in ringlets around her summer freckled face and she wore a brown skirt and blue blouse. On the seat next to her stood a small suitcase. It contained mostly underwear, a few other clothing items and a Bible. Her parents had been told that everything else would be provided. The representative from Mary Magdalene’s Home for Girls had arrived at their church only a week before. She had brought three young girls, a bit older than Agnes, in neat white gowns, who had testified about how they had been led so astray by the Devil and how Mary Magdalene’s Home for Girls had helped them find their way back to the Lord. This had been a couple of days before Agnes was caught making out with a boy from school, and her parents had decided that something had to be done about their daughter’s wicked ways. And so they had called Mary Magdalene’s Home for Girls, and asked if they had an opening. It turned out they did. The bus slowed to a halt. An older woman in the front, who had introduced herself as Miss Corrine when Agnes and about a dozen other girls had filed into the bus that morning, stood up. ‘All right, get your bags, we’re here,’ she said. Agnes picked up her small suitcase and shuffled out of the bus together with the other girls. As she stepped off the bus, she saw that they were in the middle of nowhere. ‘We’ll continue on foot,’ said Miss Corrine. ‘The path is too narrow for the bus.’ She set off down a narrow dirt road at a quick pace. The girls hurried to keep up. Agnes looked around. Flat grass land surrounded them as far as the eye could see, with a few trees sticking up here and there. There wasn’t a single cloud in the sky. They walked for what must have been at least twenty minutes and the heat was stifling, but then they rounded a corner and the large compound appeared. The girls who had spoken at their church had made it sound like a farm or a ranch, but Agnes couldn’t see any animals. The place seemed barren and dry, and it was surrounded by a chain link fence. It looked more like a prison. Which Agnes supposed it was. Her parents had sent her off, without her consent, to a correctional facility where she would learn to be a good Christian. Her crime had been kissing a boy, wearing tight jeans and not paying attention in Bible Study group. Which apparently meant she was promiscuous and ungodly. Agnes had been a good little girl, growing up. Whether out of fear for her father’s belt, her mother’s words, or simply because she was so sheltered, she had hardly ever done anything wrong. She had seen her older brother beaten for talking back, and that was enough to dissuade her from breaking any rules. But entering her teens, Agnes had become more strong willed. She had doubted the religion her parents had pushed upon her since birth, she had wanted to do her own thing, but a small town in Kansas wasn’t a good place to be a rebel. There was always someone watching, and word got back to her parents for every little thing she did. Miss Corrine led them into an entrance area. A man in a crisp light brown suit stood there waiting for them. ‘Welcome!’ he said warmly and beamed at them all. ‘My nam is Mr. Portman. I am the owner and leader of this establishment, and I’m so pleased to see so many new faces!’ He went on for a couple of minutes, about how their time at Mary Magdalene would help them build character and become better people, how the light of God would save them from the Devil’s influence and make model citizens of them, good mothers and wives, and most importantly, good Christians. Agnes glanced around as he spoke. The walls of the room were white, and the floor was grey linoleum. There was a reception desk at one end, but no chairs or sofas by way of a waiting area. The only art work was a large painting of Jesus on the wall behind Mr. Portman. When Mr. Portman had finished speaking, Miss Corrine opened a door off to one side. A dozen girls walked into the room, in a neat line. Like the girls who had come to their church, these girls wore white dresses. They all had their hands clasped in front of them. They lined up opposite Agnes and the other new girls. ‘These are your Big Sisters,’ said Mr. Portman. ‘We have a buddy system here. You will each be assigned a Big Sister who will teach you our rules, show you around and help you find your feet. I will call your names, and the names of your Big Sisters. When you have paired up, your Big Sister will take you to your sleeping quarters and give you a uniform to wear. They will then accompany you to supper, before we all gather for evening prayer.’ Agnes stood as patiently as she could while Mr. Portman started reading off the names on his list. Her name was the last to be read. ‘Agnes Williams,’ said Mr. Portman, ‘your Big Sister will be Mary-Louise Miller.’ The girl who stepped up to Agnes was a couple of years older. She was tall and blonde, with sparkling blue eyes and a sweet smile. ‘It’s so nice to meet you, Agnes!’ she said and shook her hand. She spoke in a soft southern accent, her voice a lilting alto. ‘Come on, I’ll show you where you’re sleeping.’ Mary-Louise brought her to a dormitory down a couple of corridors. There were eight beds in it. One other new girl was being inducted a couple of beds down. ‘I’m in the bed next to yours,’ said Mary-Louise. ‘That way I can keep tabs on you. I’m sure we’ll be best friends!’ She beamed. ‘Here, let me find your uniform.’ She walked up to the small dresser that stood next to the bed. ‘You get two of these,’ she explained, taking out a white dress like her own. ‘We don’t wear any other clothes here, so you won’t be needing anything but your own underwear and night clothes. There’s room in the dresser for that. There’s a bathroom and showers at the end of the hall. Now, get changed.’ Agnes took off her own clothes and put on the white dress. Perhaps this place wasn’t so bad, she thought. Everyone seemed friendly… Maybe she’d be all right. It was only for three months, after all. Mary-Louise took her to supper when she was done changing. On the way she told her about the daily routine at Mary Magdalene’s. ‘We get up at six every day for morning prayers, before breakfast at seven thirty,’ she said. ‘After breakfast we have Bible Study classes, quiet meditation, things like that, all day, until about five pm. Lunch is at one, and supper is at seven in the evening. We have free time between five and seven. Then we have evening prayer at eight, which is one hour, and the showers are open between nine and ten. Lights out at ten pm.’ ‘Sounds very strict,’ said Agnes. ‘It is,’ said Mary-Louise, ‘but we’re better people for it. Routines are key.’ The mess was a large, white room with several long tables. Agnes was at once struck by how quiet it was. The tables were almost full, but the few who were speaking were doing so in hushed murmurs and whispers. Mary-Louise led her to one of the tables and they sat down. A few minutes later, Mr. Portman, Miss Corrine and a few other staff members came marching into the room. The room fell completely silent. They sat down at a smaller, empty table at the far end. Mr. Portman was last to sit, and before he did, he gave a curt nod to the table closest. As one, the girls at that table stood up, in silence, and marched over to the counter. They each took a tray, and were handed plates of food by serving staff. One table at a time, the girls went to collect their food. Soon it was Agnes’s turn. It was eerie. The only sounds in the room were shuffling feet, the chinking of cutlery and hushed voices from the staff table. The girls all ate in complete silence, it seemed. Approaching the counter, Agnes realised that the serving staff all appeared to be teenaged girls like herself. She wondered fleetingly if they were other students, but was too tired to bother questioning Mary-Louise about it. She was served a vegetable soup with a roll on the side. There were no other choices, and no butter for the roll. She was given water to drink. The soup didn’t taste like much, but Agnes was hungry, so she ate all of it. So, it seemed, did everybody else. There were no second helpings, however. Exhausted after the long journey and the new impressions of the day, Agnes sat through evening prayer in a daze, mimicking the other girls and moving her lips as best she could. Afterwards she had a quick shower and went to bed, asleep before her head hit the pillow. ————— Getting up the next morning was hard. Mary-Louise had to shake her several times before at last Agnes sat up in bed, rubbing her eyes. ‘Time’s it?’ she murmured. ‘Already five past six,’ said Mary-Louise. ‘Hurry up and get dressed or we’ll be late for morning prayer!’ Agnes got up and put on her dress. She tied back her dark hair, now messy from sleep. ‘I won’t always be here to wake you up, you know,’ Mary-Louise admonished her as they set off towards the chapel. ‘You’re gonna have to learn to get up on your own.’ ‘Sorry,’ Agnes mumbled. She still didn’t feel properly awake. She longed for coffee or something else to wake her up. She sat through morning prayer trying her best not to doze off, though she appeared to not quite manage, as Mary-Louise had to poke her several times to make her pay attention. After prayer they went down to the mess for breakfast. Agnes ate a couple of spoonfuls of the bland porridge she had been served and then spent the rest of the meal poking at it with her spoon. She drank orange juice (there was no coffee) and tried to stifle her yawns. ‘Aren’t you going to finish your food?’ whispered Mary-Louise after a while. Her plate was empty and she sat with her hands in her lap, looking curiously at her charge. ‘I’m not really hungry,’ replied Agnes, sleepily. ‘I can never eat in the mornings.’ ‘But you have to eat it,’ said Mary-Louise. ‘Those are the rules. Everyone has to empty their plate at every meal. You have no choice.’ ‘But I can’t, I’m not hungry.’ Mary-Louise studied her, frowning. ‘Fine,’ she said, after a moment. Then she got up, and walked over to the staff table. She whispered something to Miss Corrine, who stood up and came back with her. Everyone stopped eating and looked up. Miss Corrine approached Agnes, looking stern. ‘Everyone has to finish their food here, Agnes,’ she said. Agnes was sure everybody could hear her as the room was so quiet. ‘Perhaps we hadn’t made that clear?’ ‘I’m sorry, Miss Corrine,’ said Agnes, trying for a smile, ‘but I just can’t eat if I’m not hungry.’ ‘Do you squander the gifts the good Lord gives you?’ asked Miss Corrine. ‘No, ma’am…’ Agnes frowned, her smile faltering. ‘I mean, I don’t mean to, but you give us big portions, so . . .’ ‘You will finish your food, Agnes, or there will be consequences,’ said Miss Corrine. Mr. Portman stood from the staff table then, and came towards them. ‘What’s all this then?’ he asked calmly. ‘Agnes refuses to eat, sir,’ said Mary-Louise softly. ‘I’m sorry to hear that.’ Mr. Portman turned to Agnes. ‘I would prefer if you eat what’s on your plate.’ ‘But, sir, I’m not hungry!’ Agnes’s voice had gained an edge now. She felt annoyed. Surely it was none of anyone else’s business whether she ate breakfast or not? ‘Then I’m afraid you leave me with no choice,’ said Mr. Portman sadly. ‘Miss Corrine, look after everything here. Agnes, Mary-Louise, come with me, please.’ Agnes’s stomach churned as she stood. What was to happen now? They followed Mr. Portman out of the mess and down the hall towards a door. Upon entering, Agnes discovered the room beyond to be Mr. Portman’s office. It contained a heavy mahogany desk and several bookcases. Mr. Portman sat down behind the desk while the girls remained standing. ‘It pains me to have to do this already on your first day, Agnes,’ said Mr. Portman without looking at them, adjusting a cup full of pens on his desk. ‘But the rules here are strict and meant to be followed. Everything we do here is for your own good, to teach you girls to be good, Christian women. You are sinful by nature. You need guidance. You are here because the Devil has taken up residence in you. I am here because I wish to drive him out.’ There was a silence. Agnes stared down at her tan ballerina flats, saying nothing. ‘Now, as for your punishment.’ Mr. Portman stood, walking over to one of the bookshelves where a jug of water and several glasses stood. ‘Mary-Louise, I delegate to you to make sure that Agnes drinks one glass of water every hour until lunch. You are also to make sure she doesn’t go to the restroom in that time. If she is ready then to show appreciation for the gifts that God has given her and empties her plate, she may visit the restroom after. We’ll start now.’ He filled a glass with water and walked around his desk, handing the glass to Agnes. ‘Drink up.’ Agnes took the glass. Something squirmed in her stomach. She was to go five hours without going to the bathroom while drinking copious amounts of water? It seemed hardly possible. Mr. Portman made an impatient sound, a clearing of the throat and, without looking at him, Agnes lifted the glass to her lips and drained it in a few gulps. Thankfully it wasn’t a very large glass, but she suddenly wished that she hadn’t had all that orange juice. Mr. Portman dismissed them, and the two girls left his office. They walked in silence for a while. Breakfast was over and it was time for the first class of the day. When they exited the main building to walk across the dry grass to one of the smaller ones, Agnes finally spoke. ‘Why did you tell on me like that?’ she asked softly. She felt Mary-Louise glance at her out of the corner of her eye for a moment before answering. ‘Like he said. You’re here because you’ve got the Devil in you. They can’t help you expel him if you don’t follow the rules. I did it for your own good. Besides, they would have noticed sooner or later anyway.’ Agnes rolled her eyes. ‘Oh, I see. You did it for me, not to show what a good girl you are. Your motives were purely altruistic.’ She was unable to keep the sarcastic tone out of her voice. Mary-Louise stopped and turned to her. ‘We’re encouraged to take care of each other here, Agnes.’ Her voice still had the sweet tone of before, but something in her look was cold. ‘We help each other get better. I was like you when I got here. I had demons inside me making me wilful, making me talk back, making me flaunt the rules. The other girls helped me see the error of my ways, helped me shake off the demons and become a better person. I’m not there yet. Us girls, we’re sinful by nature and it’s only by giving ourselves over to the Lord completely that we can rid ourselves of that sin. I’m getting there, and helping you will help me get there. When you do good you are rewarded. When you do bad you’re punished. All we’re doing here is giving a taste in life of the punishments that await the wicked after death.’ She turned away and began to walk again. ‘The Devil loves pleasure and fears pain. It is with pain you drive him out.’ She sounded like a text book. Like she had memorised all these things and was parroting them back the way she’d been taught. This frightened Agnes more than the words themselves. She hadn’t had much choice but to come here like her parents wanted, and she had been resigned to her fate. Spend three months at yet another ‘Bible Camp’, act like a good girl, and then go home. But the certainty with which Mary-Louise spoke, her blind faith in her words and acceptance of the status quo, that was terrifying. It told Agnes that this place changed people, and that if she wasn’t careful it would change her too, and she would lose her sense of self. By ten o’clock, Agnes had lost her ability to sit still. She fidgeted in her seat while Miss Corrine told them the story of Adam and Eve and explained how Eve’s weakness had damned all women and steeped them in sin. How purity and obedience were the only way towards salvation for any girl. Agnes only picked up bits and pieces, her rapidly filling bladder distracting her. An hour later she was bouncing in her seat, rocking back and forth and trying to refrain from putting her hands between her legs and hold herself. Mary-Louise kept obediently getting up, every hour on the hour, to get her a glass of water. Miss Corrine appeared to have been informed, because she said nothing. Either that or this was such a common occurrence that it hardly bore notice. At one the girls returned to the mess for lunch, and by now Agnes was beginning to feel like she couldn’t possibly hold it for much longer. She took tiny steps and had to stop often to cross her legs or bend forward and clutch herself, and she felt the occasional trickle go into her panties. Mary-Louise walked next to her patiently. Agnes couldn’t have told anyone what was for lunch. It was bland and no doubt very healthy, and she wolfed it down at record speed, hoping that if she just finished it all she would be allowed a bathroom break. When Mr. Portman came over to inspect her plate and gave a satisfied smile, she shot to her feet. ‘Can I . . .’ She could hardly get the words out and cleared her throat, dancing slightly on the spot. She decided it would be better to be polite. ‘May I please be excused for the restroom now, sir?’ she asked as sweetly as she could. Mr. Portman’s smile widened. ‘Of course you may.’ Agnes shot out of the mess like a bullet and only just made it to the toilet in time. Peeing had never felt so wonderful as at that moment. She went for at least a minute, voiding her bladder in a hard, steady stream. She had to bite her lip in order not to moan. She was pretty sure moaning was a sin. ————— The afternoon was spent in so called quiet meditation, which essentially meant sitting in the chapel staring at the cross on the wall. It was impossible for Agnes not to let her mind wander. She thought about home, about her bedroom and her CDs. She realised with a jolt that she had never gone this long without listening to music before. Unless one counted the psalms they sung during prayer, which Agnes most certainly did not. If it didn’t have a beat it wasn’t much worth a damn. She wondered how much she’d miss dancing by the end of her stay at Mary Magdalen’s. She wondered if she would even remember her favourite songs, going so long without hearing them. And what about her friends? Agnes sighed deeply at this thought. She missed her friends. Ava, the trivia machine who knew everything. Lily, who was so fashionable and sweet and always helped Agnes with her make-up. Wayne, who hung out with them and who Agnes was pretty sure would turn out to be gay. She would have given just about anything right then to sit in the park with the three of them, sharing a stolen cigarette and laughing about something they’d seen on TV. Would they still like her when she got back? She looked away from the cross on the wall, glancing about the chapel as covertly as she could manage. Everyone else seemed to be doing what they were supposed to. Some had their hands clasped, lips moving in silent prayer. Others had closed their eyes and looked almost blissful. Next to her, Mary-Louise sat with her hands in her lap, a serene smile playing on her lips and her eyes out of focus. Agnes found herself wondering what she was thinking. Agnes was about to return her gaze to the cross, figuring that one person not doing what she was supposed to was bound to stick out like a sore thumb, when she spotted another girl who seemed to have her mind elsewhere as well. A redheaded, freckled girl who might have been a year or two older than Agnes sat picking at her dress, looking deeply bored. As though she could feel Agnes’s eyes on her, she looked up and met her gaze. She smiled and rolled her eyes in commiseration, before, heaving what was obviously a heavy and demonstrative sigh, returning her gaze to her own lap. Agnes was too taken aback to return the smile before it was too late. ————— At five o’clock Mary-Louise finally left Agnes’s side to go hang out with some girls from a different dorm. She asked Agnes to join her, but Agnes had happily refused, longing for some time on her own. She made her way to the common room, which was next to the mess, and sat down in an almost comfortable arm chair. There was a bookshelf in the common room, but it contained only titles like How to Be a Good Girl and Rejecting Satan: A Guide to Spiritual Cleansing, in addition to half a dozen Bibles and several prayer books. There was also an out of tune piano with a sign on it saying that it was not to be played without express permission. So Agnes sat back in her chair and let her mind wander. Somebody pulled up a chair next to her and sat down. Dragged out of her thoughts, Agnes glanced sideways at the newcomer. It was the redhead from earlier. ‘Hey,’ said the girl, smiling. ‘I’m Maddie. What’s your name?’ ‘I’m Agnes,’ said Agnes, sitting up slightly. She took in Maddie’s appearance. She was very pretty, with sparkling green eyes, thin pink lips and a button nose. Her red hair was wavy and shoulder length. ’So, what are you in for, Agnes?’ asked Maddie, leaning back in her chair with her hands behind her head. Agnes looked away, blushing slightly. ‘Kissing a boy. And probably some other things too.’ She glanced at Maddie again and found her smiling. ‘What about you?’ ‘Well, let’s see, where to start . . .’ Maddie counted on her fingers. ‘Having opinions, reading William Blake, disobedience and masturbation. Plus lack of shame for all of the above.’ Agnes laughed nervously. ‘Well, that’s quite a list.’ Maddie shrugged. ‘It all boils down to the same thing, really. Being a girl and not feeling sorry about it.’ Her expression changed to a more serious one. ‘How are you holding up? I gathered that Portman gave you the old water torture. It’s a favourite of his.’ Her eyes seemed to darken at this and her voice took on a bitter edge. ‘Sucks to have to go through that your first day.’ ‘Yeah, well . . .’ Agnes looked away uncomfortably. ‘Been through it lots of times myself,’ Maddie continued. ‘Portman’s punishments just don’t seem to bite, though. I’ve been here for like six months, and I’m still the same ungodly, sinful creature as I was when I got here. At this rate I’ll grow old and die in this hellhole.’ Agnes looked around nervously. She was pretty sure that this was not a conversation they were meant to be having, but no one seemed to be listening to them. That made her feel braver. ‘I miss my friends,’ she said. ‘I just really wanna go home.’ ‘Yeah,’ said Maddie. ‘Me too. But, hey. I don’t know if I’m right, but I kind of feel like you and me get each other. So, you know, maybe we could be friends?’ Agnes smiled. ‘I’d like that.’ ‘Cool. Just don’t tell Big Sister Mary-Louise about it.’ As they talked, Agnes thought that if Maddie could spend six months at Mary Magdalen’s and still be normal, maybe there was hope for her too.
  2. Erica Campbell looked at the email for the 4th time in as many minutes. Your daughter, Grace Campbell, has been referred to the Discipline Office for a violation of Section H of the Student Conduct Code. She has been assigned punishments that include after school detention for 4 hours, a written appology to her peers, and one month of reduced privleges. The Maternal Responsibility Act requires you to attend a review hearing at 7pm this evening. This review hearing will be conducted by the PTA Conduct Committee. You and Grace are both required to testify at this hearing. Grace's after school detention will be served today from 3pm to 7pm. She will be released from detention at the time of her testimony. The Maternal Responsibility Act had been touted as a way to reduce the amount of crime being committed by young people. Under the Act any misconduct by a person under the age of 30 required the offender's mother to attend a hearing to determine if she was partially responsible. The mother could be found responsible if there was evidence that she had not properly disciplined her child while they were growing up. The Act applied to various offenses including school discipline infractions, traffic offenses, and criminal matters. Traffic and criminal offenses required the offender's mother to appear in court, infractions at school or college were handled by the school system. The PTA Conduct Committee often sanctioned irresponsible mothers in a manner similar to how student may be disciplined by the school. The school system allowed corporal punishment for students and the Conduct Committee often used it for mothers as well. Grace was a very well behaved high school senior. Erica wondered why her 18 year old daughter was being punished. Erica went to the school website to find a copy of the Student Conduct Code. Section H - Student Hygiene: All students must maintain personal cleanliness at all times. Students shall be subject to discipline for failure to maintain control of bodily functions. Had Grace wet her pants? The email notification was vague and left Erica wondering about her daughter's plight. Erica spent the afternoon unable to focus. She wondered exactly what Grace had done. Did it happen in class? Had her friends seen it? Had she been denied permission to go during class? What if it wasn't wet pants; if not, what else could it be? If it was wet pants, why hadn't Erica been called to bring her dry clothes? Erica was also concerned about her review hearing that evening. Erica had been a vocal proponent of the Maternal Responsibility Act when it was first enacted 6 months ago. Erica was aware that her support of the Act might make for juicy gossip if she was found in violation of it. Maternal Responsibility Act hearings were open to the public. Erica had attended several public hearings after the law was enacted, so she knew it would be a humbling experience even if she was cleared of responsibility. She shuddered to think of the potential humiliation she might endure if she was found responsible for her daughter's behavior. At 6:55pm Erica entered the small auditorium being used for the review hearing. She was escorted to the right side of the stage where she was told to stand in line with the 4 other mothers who had to appear before the PTA Conduct Committee. The 5 person committee was seated at a long table in the middle of the stage. The small auditorium held approximately 75 seats for spectators, Erica's stomach flip-flopped as she realized it was a standing room only crowd. At 7pm the students who were required to testify at their mothers hearings were led to the left side of the stage. Erica begin to tear up as she saw Grace walk-in. Her fear was confirmed; Grace's jeans had a large dark stain in the crotch and dark streaks running down the inside of each leg. When Grace made a slight turn her mother saw that her butt was as soaked as her front. The chairwoman of the PTA Conduct Committee called the hearing to order then read the docket alloud: Cathy Blake, age 41. Daughter Penny violated Section B-Unexused Abscence. Sarah Kennedy, age 43. Son Kevin violated Section C-3rd Tardy. Diane Abrahms, age 38. Daughter Hallie violated Section C-2nd Tardy. Laura Jonson, age 36. Daughter Jessica violated Section F-Overdue Library book. Erica Campbell, age 42. Daughter Grace violated Section H-Urinated in her pants. The spectators chuckled when the last offense was read aloud. Erica saw Grace's face turn beet red with embarassment as her shame was publicly announced. Erica tuned out the chairwoman as the first case was called, she kept looking across the stage at her daughter. Grace was was staring at the floor as she fidgeted. Erica could see she was biting her lower lip and sniffling in an attempt to hold off crying. Erica's mind raced as she wondered about the emotions Grace must be feeling. Was it just embarrassment, did she feel guilty, was she angry? Without knowing what had led to Grace's accident it was impossible for Erica to imagine what was going through her daughter's mind. Erica's eyes kept focusing on the dark stains on Grace's pants. What does it feel like she wondered. The discipline notice had been emailed 6 hours ago, what must it be like to have that wet denim clinging to her legs for that long! The damp fabric must be cold by now, did it itch? Tardies and unexcused absences were routine business for the PTA Conduct Committee so the first 4 hearings were over quickly. The Conduct Committee found Cathy Blake partially responsible for Penny's unexcused absence and sanctioned Cathy to 10 swats of corporal punishment and 3 hours community service to the school. Sarah Kenedy was sanctioned 8 swats of corporal punishment and 2 hours community service for Kevin's tardiness. Dianne Abrahms was sanctioned 6 swats of corporal punishment and 1 hour community service for Hallie's tardiness. Laura Jonson was relieved to be sanctioned with only an hour of community service to the school for Jessica's overdue book; she was thankful to have been spared corporal punishment. The chairwoman called a start to Erica's hearing. Erica was lead from the side of the stage the very middle, standing in front of the Conduct Committee. She couldn't see the audience from this position, she suspected that several spectators were probably checking out her butt. Erica knew that for her age she had a good figure and she was quite proud of it. Today she was a little embarrassed knowing there were probably a several creepy dads in the audience hoping to see her butt get spanked. "The purpose of this hearing is to determine the level of responsibility you face for your daughters misbehavior in school today. In order to adequately determine your level of responsibility, and any appropriate sanctions, we must ask several questions of you and Grace" the chairwoman explained. "How old is Grace? "18" Erica replied. "At what age did you begin to toilet train Grace?" "Um, around 2." "Did she have any accidents?" "I guess there were one or two" replied Erica. I mean all kids have a few." "How did you handle them?" "Ah, I guess I cleaned her up and gave her dry pants." "At what ages did Grace wet herself?" " I don't know exactly. Probably one or two times before she was in school and then one time in elementary school. " "Any accidents since she became a teenager?" Erica didn't want to answer this question but she knew she could be charged with perjury if she lied during a hearing for the Maternal Responsibility Act. She felt conflicted as she replied, "Just a small one a few weeks ago. I don't think it was a big deal. Grace laughed a little too hard and some leaked out." "I see" said the chairwoman." How did you handle her wetting?" "Well, uh, Grace took a shower while I put her pants in the wash. That was the extent of it. It's something that could have happened to anyone." "Speaking of it happening to anyone..." continued the chairwoman..." let's move on the examples you may have set for your daughter. How many times have you wet yourself since being toilet trained?" Erica was stunned for a brief moment. "Uh, only a couple" she stammered. "I mean once in college when I was pretty drunk, I really don't have any recollection of it, I just know my friends teased me about it for a couple of weeks. The only other time was a few years ago." The chairwoman's harsh stare was the only prompt Erica needed to continue. "It was 3 years ago. I had to go at the end of the work day, I thought I could make it home. Traffic was worse than normal and it took a lot longer to get home. I could barely move my foot from the gas pedal to the brake without losing control. By the time I got out of my car I could feel a spurt leak into my underwear. I was squirming at the door trying to get my key in the lock. I had to go so bad that it took three tries to unlock the door. As soon as I stepped inside I just lost all control." "Was anyone home? Did Grace know you wet your pants?" Inquired the chairwoman. "Yes." Erica admitted. "Grace was standing there, she watched the whole thing. Afterward I went to the bathroom to clean myself up, later I had to mop the floor. Neither of us said anything. For about a week afterward Grace giggled every time she looked at me." The chairwoman called Grace forward to testify. Grace trudged gingerly across the stage as the saturated denim clung to her legs. "Before we begin with questions, I am obligated to read a brief description of your offense into the record." 'The Violation Report from 5th period Algebra, indicates that Grace was fidgeting and squirming in her seat as Mr. Swanson lectured. Mr. Swanson reported other students had difficulty paying attention to the lesson because Grace's fidgeting was so distracting. Mr. Swanson indicated that Grace made no attempt to request a restroom pass before the lecture began. The Violation Report goes on to say that after the lecture a quiz was handed out. Grace stood up partway through the quiz and walked toward Mr. Swanson's desk. As she got to his desk Grace let out an audible gasp and Mr. Swanson could see urine running down her legs. Grace left a puddle of urine on the floor and her jeans were soaked.' The chairwoman looked at Grace with a mixture of disgust and pity. This was the first description Erica heard of Grace's accident. Erica felt her stomach drop as she heard the details of Grace's humiliation . She felt horrified that her daughter had wet herself in front of her peers. She felt angry that Grace was still wearing her wet jeans; she wanted to know why she hadn't been called to bring Grace home for the rest of the day (or at least bring her dry pants). "We are not here to discuss your punishment." The chairwoman explained to Grace. "The school has already taken appropriate action against you. Today we are determining if your mother bears any responsibility for your actions. If your mother is found to be partly responsible for your misbehavior then appropriate sanctions will be applied. "Grace, you heard your mother's testimony about your prior toilet training and prior wetting. Was your mother's testimony accurate? Is it true that at no time have you ever been punished or scolded for wetting yourself? Is it true that your mother never engaged you in remedial toilet training?" Grace look at the floor as she nodded and said "Yes, ma'am. It's all true." "We would like some additional information about your most recent wetting; prior to today's incident. We need you to provide us with a detailed description of what occurred and how the matter was handled by your mother. " Grace sighed as she began, "We were in the backyard with my cousins when one of them told a hilarious story. I was standing on the patio and bent over laughing. I laughed so hard I had a hard time breathing... and then I just....felt it happen. My leggings felt really warm between my legs, I looked down and realized that I wet myself a bit. I didn't completely empty my bladder like I did today. It was just enough to put a 6 inch stain in my crotch and wet a couple inches down each thigh. As my cousins we're laughing and pointing at me I ran into the bathroom. I pulled my leggings down and finished in the toilet. I put my dirty leggings in the hamper then took a shower. "By the time I was done showering," Grace continued, "mom had already put my leggings and underwear in the washing machine. It's never been brought up since then...until now." "Describe any times you have seen your mother wet her pants." Grace paused for a moment before saying "I've only seen it happen the one time she already told you about. I was sitting in the living room when I heard her fumbling with the key in the lock. When she opened the door she was taking super tiny steps with her legs half crossed. She dropped her keys and stuck her hand between her legs and began to groan. A moment later I saw her jeans start to turn dark between her legs. She peed, and peed, and peed, and peed; it kept running down her legs and on to the floor. I think she probably wrecked her shoes. Her pants looked like mine do now. "She ran upstairs to shower and when she came back she was wearing clean pants and carrying the mop. We never spoke about it after" finished Grace. The chairwoman sent Grace back to her place on the side of the auditorium as the PTA Conduct Committee whispered amongst themselves. Erica was nervous as the chairwoman addressed her. "The Conduct Committee has determined that under the Maternal Responsibility Act you are partially responsible for Grace's misconduct today. Urinating in one's pants is unhygienic, particularly in a public setting like a school. Your failure to adequately convey that message to Grace is unacceptable. "The committee feels that you should have taken Grace's childhood accidents more seriously. It was irresponsible of you not to use them as an opportunity to educate her on the importance a bladder control. "We further feel the example you set an a mother was irresponsible. When you faced no consequences after wetting yourself, it likely impacted Grace's view that lack of bladder control is acceptable. "We feel your lack of consequences for Grace's wetting a few weeks ago was irresponsible. If you had imposed remedial toilet training, or some form of discipline, Grace would likely have taken actiins to avoid urinating in her pants today. "The Conduct Committee has decided to sanction you with 30 swats of corporal punishment and 20 hours of community service to the school. "The corporal punishment will be carried out at 3p.m. Saturday afternoon at the PTA barbeque. We believe by making an example of you in front of your peers, it will help all the mothers in attendance to understand the importance of responsible parenting. "Your community service will be spent assisting in the school nurses office for 1 hour each day for the next 20 school-days. There are several students who, for a variety of reasons, wear diapers. Your community service will be to conduct the diaper changes so the nurse is free for other duties." The chairwoman babbled on a little longer before closing the hearing, but Erica had stopped listening. Her brain was in turmoil with mixed emotions. Erica was trying to wrap her head around her sanctions. She didn't mind helping the nurse, but she certainly dreaded the upcoming corporal punishment. As soon as she was dismissed Erica ran to Grace. She wanted to hug and comfort her daughter! Grace and Erica cried as they finally embraced. "I'm sorry you had a rough day" Erica said as they walked to the car. "Let's go home so you can get cleaned up. We can talk about it after you've had a long shower."
  3. After doing some naughty big girl thingies, Lumi finds herself tied to toilet, gagged and diapered. Struggling is futile and before long she feels the warm pee gushing in her diaper. But there's no mercy, no salvation. She's made to wet again and again until her diaper can't hold it and the pee drips down her thighs. And even that's not enough... When she's thoroughly soaked she gets to taste a bullet vibrator, teased to cum again and again in her wet diaper.
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  4. The premise is simple. A girl in a cage in the middle of a public area. She is being punished for something, which I’ll leave to you guys to decide. The cage is equipped with bathroom, but the door to the bathroom is controlled by the crowd (you). You, the crowd, also have control over privacy curtains around the cage and bathroom that can be opened or closed at your command. You may also control just about anything else you can think of, so feel free to get creative with your responses. Now then, there are a few things we need to decide before we continue. 1. What is the girl’s name? 2. What is she being punished for? 3. How full is her bladder when she first gets put into the cage? (X/100)
  5. Earlier this month I posted a short story called 'Sensual Control.' It was my second-attempt at writing an omorashi-based erotica story. Because people seem to have liked it, I'm willing to post the first story - and this was my first attempt, something which is even more awkward as again, I have no character development, not even names, just action. This story plays with both female and male desperation, with a female master who is also desperate to go. -- All three of them needed to go, but it was mutually decided this time that one of the girls, the slender blonde, would be testing the other two, a brunette with shoulder-length hair and an athletic build, and a guy who wasn't athletic, but not overweight either, average. All three of them, in their evening together, wore or removed various articles of clothing; the 'master of ceremonies' blonde stripped completely naked. The guy kept his boxers on, while the brunette took everything off but a short skirt and light pink underwear. All were in their mid-twenties. At this point, all were shaking a little, but none were bursting; that would come shortly via the master's game plans. In the bathroom, the brunette sat on one side of the ledge with her legs parted but not wide open; the man, more brave, sat next to her with his left foot on the ledge, causing his legs to be open wide. The master knelt on a pad in front of them, bare. Shivers of excitement pulsed through all three. Ensuring to help keep the bathroom warm given their nakedness, as well as part of the game, the blonde turned a facet on, hot, and not wide open, just a dribble into the sink. She would use this to fill the two glasses she brought in with her. To start, she tenderly opened the fly on the man's boxers and let him slightly out. Her idea was to only allow his tip to protrude, not the whole thing. It's easy to stimulate the whole shaft, but torture to just focus on the head and nothing else, which was thankfully circumcised. That, after all, is where he'll be struggling to hold it in the most. With her fingers brushing along his left leg, encouraging those shivers, she lightly set him down on the front of his underwear; who wants to drip all over that anyway? More of a challenge. Turning towards the brunette and stifling the urge to reach down on herself given her need, she gently reached up and stroked one of her nipples, up and down slowly, while advancing towards those light pink panties. She had no intention of touching what was under them, at least not yet. Neither the brunette or the man were allowed to use their own hands, obviously. The master parted the brunette's legs enough to put her face towards the inner side of her left thigh and lick once, while her left hand gingerly pinched the pink cotton, pulled it towards her, and let go, causing it to snap back into place. Willingly, her legs opened more while her hips rolled back, a natural reaction to the urge to pee. Nearby, the guy's right leg jiggled up and down a little. She looked in between his legs; that red tip remained there, dry but under pressure. The master, her own hips swaying for a second, stroked up between her legs once, feeling the soft horizon of her tight lips, which had a minor dusting of very short hair; she liked it short, not totally shaven but not hairy either. Behind the pink cotton in front of her was smooth skin, soon to be visibly showing struggle. -- Ten minutes later, after a few drinks, she returned to the guy who, by this point, was shaking slightly. Her first challenge was simple: Let some go - but only a spitting, with a stream strong enough to avoid the pale fabric of his boxers. A squirt that wouldn't make a mess anywhere but the floor. On her command, he let go with as much force as possible before instantly stopping. She watched closely. Of course, starting, even as hard as possible, still meant he got some on his boxers. As he struggled to regain control, she watched with excitement as he jumped up and bounced a little, his hole trying to squeeze shut causing the whole thing to move. She took hold of it as he sputtered to a dribble, which dripped onto his underwear. She could feel him pulsing as she held him; she moved in and lightly licked him clean. She didn't stop there; ensuring only to focus on his tip, she stroked in small circles as he fought to hold it in. A dribble appeared. As punishment, she lightly flicked him. He turned more red, and would have bounced up and down had she not been holding him in place by the head. His shaft pulsed, and she stuck her tongue against his hole, gingerly licking up and down in a tease. She could feel a slight hardness, not nearly as much as he would be had she given proper attention to him. It was torture. To her left the brunette remained with her legs wide, legs which were dancing up and down. Her panties were still dry, but she was doing a real job keeping them that way. Her hips rocked back and forth as she instinctively held on to her breasts, breathing somewhat hard. Giving him one more sideways lick while doing her best not to touch herself or let her own dribbles out, she crawled over to the brunette, guided both hands up her legs, and with both index fingers, stroked either side of her panties without daring to touch the sensitive middle. She decided to let her make the same squirt as the guy next to her, providing relief while also ensuring her desperation only doubled rapidly. She pulled the pink aside to reveal large, smooth, deep hairless lips, told her to raise her right leg and position her foot on the ledge like the guy, and as briefly as possible, squirt a tiny stream out forcefully. Obediently, she pushed a bit out before stopping as best she could, her hips rocking back violently, those lips pulling back slightly as she fought herself closed without the help of finger pressure. She loved the pulse of struggling lips as much as she liked the desperate bobbing of a guy's head and shaft. The brunette let out a small cry of struggle. The master, herself clenching, waited for her dribbles to subside before flicking her dead centre and then letting her panties, still dry, return in place. As the brunette shuddered, the master dug her index finger between those lips and pushed upwards to create a camel toe and thin out the coverage provided by the cotton; it would be easier for her to stroke the outer edge of those lips while avoiding what was in the middle, something she would attend to later during the height of her fight. With a very fine paint brush, she stroked it up and down the outer regions of the girl's lips while she grunted and breathed in struggle; her hips rocked almost violently, her bottom almost swiveling in place as she did her best not to change the colour of the pink in that camel toe. The guy trembled as he tipped over another glass, the gentle facet in the sink still running and producing steam from the hot water. Grunting himself, he lost a spurt as his tip jumped up in a quick spasm of desperation. The master, who with her legs kneeling apart also lost brief control, shook her head ominously at him while he did his best to remain still. The two sitting in front of her were not the only ones being tortured; she was torturing herself by giving all her attention to testing them while avoiding herself. She could not grab, put any kind of pressure on herself, or, more importantly, pleasure herself. She was left to struggle just as they were, with no touching or stimulation or help whatsoever. With her attention focused on the brunette's struggling lips and the guy's bouncing tip, she was able to feel aroused to a degree, which helped, but that didn't stop her from losing a bit of liquid. Soon enough she'd need to have a drink too. Returning to the guy, she felt up his chest, came to rest on his lower body, took gentle hold of his tip and licked as she squeezed with the other hand. The objective here was for him to avoid peeing into her mouth. He groaned and grunted, and she could feel his hole work against the tip of her tongue. He spasmed, and a big grunt later, a squirt had been lost in her mouth. She drooled it out over him, rubbed his legs, and then flicked his tip again, twice, while he trembled and spasmed. Not finished, she took her paintbrush and spun it over that head, flicked it back and forth, and then reached up to do the same to his nipples. Turning it around, she carefully inserted the end about two millimetres into his hole and began stroking his head in any manner she could think of as pee leaked along the shaft of the brush. He was trying pretty hard. Meanwhile she was clenching as hard as possible, her butt jiggling and her lips engorged with pleading arousal as pee trickled down her legs. She checked on the brunette, who had just emptied a glass of warm water. Her hips had gone from rolling, rocking and gyrating to shaking and, every few seconds, jumping forward as if she were suddenly stopping a massive urge to go. A wet spot had finally appeared on that cute camel toe, enough to show pee had trickled out. She took her handy brush and slowly rotated it in a stroke up one side of her tight, clenching lips, then down the other. She was obviously aroused, but not nearly as much as she would be if that brush was concentrated on the sensitive gland in the middle, the one the master had been avoiding the entire twenty minutes they'd been there. She put her thumb into that camel toe, against the source of that wet spot, and wiggled a little as the brunette responded by gyrating again and crying out. Her legs needed attention as they moved; she stroked them quickly with her right hand before then putting mild pressure on her lower abdomen. Spreading her lips while clenching hers as tightly as possible in a wide-legged kneel, she licked the brunette's hole just as she'd done the guy's, but unlike him, she got several squirts in the face. She didn't seem to be quite as strong. Snapping those panties back into place and putting pressure between those desperate lips with her index finger, she flicked the brunette right in the sensitive spot. All three took another glass of water. The game went on like this for another hour. Eventually, one by one, they tired out. The brunette went first, soaking her panties into a dark pink as the master slapped and flicked it, attempting to stop her to no avail. The guy's squirts became isolated streams, his head over-sensitive and semi-hard yet losing the ability to withstand that internal pressure. The master herself finally gave in, her occasional dribbles and squirts longer and longer until she couldn't stop no matter how much she squirmed, rocked, and shook. All three were in desperate need of relief - not bathroom relief, but sexual relief. Due to the nature of the night, the delayed orgasms meant all three had multiple after their game rather than just one. It was something worthwhile. -- Something like this pretty much hits what I'd want to do right on the head. Though I massively prefer female desperation, male desperation does something minor for me, and it would probably do more in real life. Again, a scenario like this is highly unlikely. At least I can write.
  6. Serena was getting ready for her first day of school. She was a very pretty girl of average height, and had a slender build and long blonde hair. Serena was fourteen years old and was about to start her first day of grade nine at Jessica Jameson highschool. Serena was very excited about high school, but not for academic reasons. Serena never cared much for school. Instead, her interests lied with all the highschool parties she would finally gt to start attending. Shes was finally old enough to get to go to one and she couldn't wait. Serena lived with a girl named Emily. Emily was Serena's best friend since childhood. She was seventeen years old, and was starting her first day of grade twelve. She had beautiful long brown hair and is relatively tall for her age. Unlike Serena, Emily was very academic. She stayed away from drugs and other risky behaviour, and insted focused on her all A+ report cards. She tried to encourage Serena to do the same. The two had lived in the same neighboorhood since they were very young, which is where they met and became friends. They very recently also became house mates. Serena's parents had died in a car crash when she was a baby, so she went to go live with her grandmother. A couple months before her grade eignt year was over, Serena's grandmother also passed away. With nowhere to go, Emily's family invited Serena to come live with them, which Serena graciously accepted. Emily's parents were both in the military, so they spent a lot of time over seas. They had just been deployed this past summer, which meant that there was only Serena and Emily living in the house currently, which didn't bother them one bit. The two girls always though of each other as sisters, considering neither of them had any biological brothers and sisters. The two were really enjoying their time living together. Serena was walking about her room in her pink bra and panties, looking for the perfect thing to wear on her first day. She eventually settled on an orange tank top and short shorts. She grabbed her backpack and headed downstairs for breakfast. "Mornin' Em!" She said to Emily, who was already eating. "Hey Serena! You excited for your first day?" "I can't wait to get to go to highschool!" Serena yelled. "The cute boys, the parties.." "Hold on there." Emily interjected. "It's ok to have fun, but i don't want you getting into trouble. My parents are away and they trusted me to look after you." "I know i know." Serena Replied in an annoyed tone. "I won't do anything too bad." She Said as she rolled her eyes playfully. "That's a good girl" Emily replied as she patted Serena on her head. The two girls finished breakfast, then they walked to school together. School started out very boring for Srena. Her fist two periods were math and science, her least favorites subjects. Things didn't start to get interesting for her until lunch time. As she was crouching at her locker arranging how she would organise her books, she saw someone standing over her. He was a tall skinny boy with basketball shoes and sunglasses on. He also wore a whitetank top and sagging jeans. She got up to talk to him. "Umm, hello." Serena said sheepishly. "Hey i'm Danny. I've seen you around,and you're really pretty." Serena Blushed a little and smiled coyly. "Well anyway," Danny continued. "I'm having a party at my place this friday night. Kind of a start of school thing. Here's my address, hope you can make it." Danny handed Serena a small piece of paper and walked away. Serena couldn't believe what happened to her. She had just been invited to a party at Danny Berkowitz's house. Danny was one of the most famous sophomores in the school, and he invited her to party. Of course Emily knew all about Danny and his parties and would never let her go. So Serena spent the second part of her school day thinking of excuses. When School ended, Serena immediately rushed home to tell Emily her fake excuse about the party. Serena arrived home first. Emily had stayed behind to chat with some friends, and arrived home a little while later. "Hey Serena, how was the first day of highschool? Teachers weren't to tough on your first day?" Emily said jokingly. "No they were ok." Serena replied. "Hey Em, is it alright if i go to a study group this friday night at the library with some friends?" "What time will you be out until, and who will you be with?" Emily asked. "Well, we plan on studying really hard, so like elevenish." Emily gave a concerned look. "Please Em, I'm grown up enough, after all i'm a highschooler now. And besides, Jamal will be there." Emily thought for a minute. "Well you are very trustworthy, and if Jamal is going then i guess it's fine." Jamal was a kid in Serena's grade she knew from middle school. He was very studious, responsible and hardworking. Emily often encouraged Serena to hang out with him, hoping some of his work ethic would rub off on her."Thanks Em! You're the best!" Serena cried as she hugged Emily. Friday night was finally here and Serena had just gotten dressed for the party. She wore her shortest pair of short shorts, and a low cut white tank top she borrowed from Emily. "That's what you're wearing to the libray?" Emily asked curiously. "Uhh yeah." Serena replied nervously. "Well i'd say you're a tad underdressed, but anyway have fun." Emily walked to the bus stop. She then bused towards Danny's house. He lived rather far from the school, so the trip was about an hour. When Serena Arrived she didn't know what to expect. No one greeted her at the door. She just walked in and heard loud music blearing. People were all over dancing, smoking, and what caught caught her immediate attention was the ammount of alcohol. Serena didn't recognise anyone so she just went to the table with beer. She started out drinking one. This was her first time drinking alcohol and she found the taste rather pleasant. When she finished the first beer she looked around to see a group of people she could talk to. Evryone seemed to be doing their thing and Serena was too shy to engage anyone. So she decide to have another beer. And then another... Until she had drank five whole cans. At this poinjt she was feeling very drunk. It felt like the room was spinning. She knew she made a mistake coming here. She decided to call Emily to pick her up, hoping she wouldn't be too mad. She dialed Emily's number and Emliy answered. "Hello." "Uhh, h-hey em. It's Serena." "Oh hey Serena, how's studying going?" "Umm, about that. I didn't go to the library. I went to a party at Danny Berkowitz's house. I'm really drunk. Could you pick me up?" Emily became furious after hearing this. "Serena! I- i trusted you! Do you know how stupid this is!? Fine, i'll be there soon. Don't drink anything else." Serena was worried about what emily would do when she arrived, but she was relieved to be getting a ride home. After the phone call ended Serena noticed her bladder was rather full from all that alcohol. She went to the bathroom and saw a long que of girls fidgeting and waiting their turn to pee. (All the guys were just going in the backyard.) She got in line and waitied as frantic girls waited to go in, and came out looking all relieved. As Serena waited longer and longer she noticed her need to pee was rapidly increasing. By the time she got to the front of the line she was fidgeting a litte. As soon as the girl before her came out Serena was going to go in but suddenly someone grabbed her arm. Serena looked up, and there was a steaming mad Emily. All she said, in a grunting tone was "We're leaving!" "But Em, i need to pee..." "I said now." Serena knew she had better do what Emily said, so she went with her to her car. The car ride started out with a couple minutes of silence. Until Emily finally broke it. "What were you thinking? Do you know how dumn and dengerous parties like this are? There's drugs, and- and all sorts of nasty guys!" "But Emily I just wanted to have some fun." Serena replied like a little girl being scolded by her mother. "What hurts most about this is that you lied to me. That really wasn't very cool." The next few moments were silent until Serena's need to pee became urgent. "Umm Emily, i need to pee rediculously bad from all the beer, can you pull over somewhere?" Emily did a quick look around for an exit, but then a brilliant idea popped into her head. "Serena." She said in a devious tone. "You know that alcohol is diuretic, meaning it makes you really need to pee when you have it." "Oh i know it, believe me." Serena replied. "well, i thinks that since you went behind my back to go drink alcohol at a party, there's no better punishment than the natural punishment of beer on your bladder. In other words, i'm not gonna let you pee until we arrive home." "Y-you're kidding?" Serena asked in horror." "Nope." Emily replied with a slight smile on her face. Serena was absolutely bursting. She didn't know what to do. What could she do? She'd just have to hold it. Serena was shaking her legs and trying not to think about her bladder too much. She looked around to see how the traffic was. The streets were practically bumper to bumper goind towards their house. "How did you get here so quick?" Serena asked. "Well there was a hockey game tonight and these are all people coming back. The streets toward Danny's house were clear." "You knew the streets wuld be like this before my punishment, didn't you?" Serena asked sngrily. Emily just smiled again. Traffic was moving very slowly, and Serenas need to pee was rapidly increasinging. By now she was grabbing her crtch with both hands and moving around frantically in her seat. She really regretted wearing those tight little short short that were digging into her full bladder. Serena did all she could on the highway until they finally got to the exit that takes them to their house. Serena as relieved. They were out of the gridlock traffic, and would soon be home where she could relieve herself. A couple minutes later Serena notced the car stop. She looked up thinking she was finally home, but then realised that she was in a McDonalds parking lot. Her eyes lit up thinking that Emily had given in and would let her use the bathroom. "Finally a bathroom!" SHe cried in joy. "No." Emily replied sternly. "I'm going to get a coke. You stay here. Emily left and went in. Serena sat there grabbing her crotch. The little detour would cause her to have to wait a little longer. She sat there in agony holding herself, wondering if she'd make it. A few minutes later Emily returned holding two drinks. "I got you a large coke." "Uhh, thanks." Serena replied confused. "While i was in there i also took a leak. Boy did it feel good." Emily said mockingly, knowing it woul torture poor Serena. "Can we please go now?" Serena whined." "Not until you finish your drink. We're not moving an inch until you drink it all." Serena looked up with a look of sheer terror. She knew there was no point arguing so she began to chug. She chugged a big sip. Then another. She could feel the liquid making it's way ro her buldging bladder. It took her a couple minutes but she finally finished. "There, now can we go pa-lease?" Emily stated the car. Serena was at her limit squirming in her seat, holding back an occean of warm pee. A few minutes later they pulled into their house. As soon as the car stpped, Serena ran to the door, unlocked it and ran to the bathroom. Emily ran in after her, and just before Serena got in the bathroom, Emily grabbed her hand. "Hold on a second there." Em, please i'm about to piss myself!" Serena begged. "Have you learned your lesson?" "Yes" "You lied to me, and did a very stupid thing." "I'm sorry!" Serena was in a frantic pee pee dance as Emily blocked her door. Emily smiled a little. "You know it's funny, earlier this week you were talking about how grown up you were, but now you have trouble holding your pee like a litle girl." Just then, a spurt releas from Serena's Bladder. "Oh no!" Then another, and then she began a full power stream. It soaked through her panties and then formed a big wetspot on her shorts before running down her legs and forming a big puddle on the ground. Serena began sobbing. Emily felt really bad about what she did. "I'm so sorry Serena. I didn't know you had to go this urgently." Serena didn't say anything. "I wasn't trying to embarrass you. I was jut trying to punish you for going to that party. You know, it really hurt me that you lied to me, you're like my sister." "I'm really sorry i lied and went to party." The two girls hugged and made up. "Now." said Emily compassinately. "Let's get you cleaned up, and how about i make some popcorn and we have a movie night?" Serena nodded her head in agreement and smiled.
  7. This experience is going to be pretty short because there wasn’t a huge build up of desperation before hand seeing as I was sleeping. That being said I hope you all enjoy it anyway. As always every story I’ve posted thus far have been from my real life experience. If I ever end up writing a work of fiction I’ll be sure to add a fiction disclaimer. While this was a few years ago I was definitely still an adult at the time (probably 20 years old) ______________________________ I’d really like to chalk this up to having an odd or stressful day or even something out of the ordinary happening but I can’t. The day before had gone on like any other day, nothing was out of the ordinary. I had gotten up, had an easy morning, went into work around noon and left at maybe 9pm that evening. When I got home 45 minuets later I didn’t do anything differently. I stripped out of my work clothes, put on some comfy pajamas (a T-shirt and panties), relaxed for a while, had some dinner & water, and got ready for bed around midnight. All of those things add up to an uneventful, boring work day. What’s not boring, however, are my dreams. My dreams typically consist of something like ‘a flying neon purple tiger is walking on top of buildings made out of violins and I have to save the Pope from evil talking vacuum cleaners who are trying to take over the world.’ Those are the kinds of dreams I have, but I always have them. When I went to bed that night I turned out all the lights (save for a hallway night light, I don’t like the dark), flicked on my ceiling fan, plugged my phone in, got under my covers, and started to drift off. I soon fell sound asleep and my dreaming began. I only remember parts of my dream but I know I was in a pretty fancy museum or antique shop of sorts and I was talking to someone, perhaps an employee, who I didn’t know at all and she absolutely would not shut up. I really didn’t want to be talking to this person because in my dream I was trying to get to the bathroom and I couldn’t duck out of the conversation politely. She was wearing this historical costume gown like Marie Antoinette style and shuffling along after me as I walked around. I was going from display to display and getting more and more annoyed because she kept following me. Finally, I ended up in front of a painting and she ran off to join a parade of other people dressed in historical gowns that all looked extremely beautiful. Briefly I began to feel left out and cursed myself for not dressing up for the museum gown parade. At this point I had held it so long trying to get away from this dream woman I was absolutely shaking with the need to pee. I looked around desperately and eureka! I spotted a single restroom across the hall and sighed in relief. At the thought of relieving myself my bladder pulsed and twitched and I almost lost control but held my crotch just in time. Getting control of my need wasn’t easy but I straightened up and looked around to make sure the coast was clear. Not a person in sight, perfect. This was my chance, I was finally alone and I can head to the bathroom. I power walked, almost jogged, down the main hall past beautiful statues, paintings, and fine jewelry on display. I quickly made it to the bathroom and opened the door without bothering to knock first but it ended up being empty anyway. I turned to lock the door behind me with a smile on my face because I knew I had made it just fine. I lifted my skirt, pulled down my panties, and began to pee....ahh so much better.. Shit. My eyes snapped open at the feel of wetness around me and my body automatically stopped the stream. Wait, was that real or was that all in my dream? I sleepily and timidly lifted my blanket to clearly reveal I had absolutely wet the bed. My panties were soaked, my sheets were soaked beneath me, my blanket was damp, the hem of my shirt was a bit damp as well. My heart was pounding from being so abruptly startled out of a dream and I squinted over at my alarm clock, the red letters reading 3:30am, great. And I sill had to pee pretty badly because apparently I had emptied only half my bladder. I knew I couldn’t keep my stream stopped for too long so I jumped out of bed to run to the bathroom across the hall. The ceiling fan making me shiver from the wetness around me. I practically kicked open the door and yanked my wet panties down to the floor where they made a damp fabric sound on the ice cold tile. I didn’t even sit down all the way when my body gave out and continued my stream. I audibly sighed, it felt so good. All the built up pressure finally leaving me. It felt like my bladder was empting itself forever but of course it ended up stopping eventually. “Time to see the damage I did” I thought as I stood back up. I automatically pulled up my underwear without even thinking and by now they were FREEZING. I shivered again at the feeling. I glanced up in front of me at the full length bathroom mirror and pouted at what I saw. Me standing there with hard nipples poking through my shirt from the cold and totally soaked pink lacy cotton panties. I decided to leave them on while I washed my hands and checked on my sheets. I got back to my bedroom, flipped on the light switch and walked over to my bed. Fuck. The puddle was bigger than I thought it would be and it had spread out considerably. My blanket wasn’t too bad but definitely had gotten wet. I quickly stripped my sheets and walked downstairs. The wetness from my lower half was rubbing me the wrong way, but it felt exhilarating being out in the open totally wet with no way to hide myself. Laundry was started and I jogged back up to my upstairs bathroom with the intention of jumping in the shower but I decided to hold off. While this wetting was totally unplanned I still prefer punishments to come after accidents. So I sat in my bathtub with my freezing cold soaked lacy panties and shamefully did kegel exercises for the entire length of my laundry cycle. Thankfully I was alone in the house and I didn’t have to sneak my bed wetting sheets past anyone but I still felt utterly humiliated. I mean, I’m an adult not a little girl who has to wear pull-ups to bed. I should be able to control my bladder, not keep having accidents. Oh well, at least I get to share this experience with you guys. :-)
  8. View File Daddy Punishes You [POV] You've been a naughty girl and Daddy is going to punish you! I've been dying to find a hot POV video like this for a while now and finally did! Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 07/19/2019 Category Female videos Clothing
  9. So you have all heard of foreplay, but what about what happens after you or your partner have had a wetting accident? Maybe you were holding for each other or acting out a role-play but now there is wet clothing or sheets to deal with and maybe a puddle to clean up. Personally I love to see a girl in wet knickers, and there are so many possibilities as to what to do next with her. It's all to do with the mood of play and maybe what scenarios are being played out. Should he or she be punished or cuddled? A smacked bottom for naughtiness or have a tongue run up their legs to clean the pee away. What would you do, or wish to have done to you?
  10. Because of all the trial by media, usually of athletes, celebrities, or young, attractive, white females, and the media coverage of frivolous, multi-million dollar lawsuits, the whole world knows our legal system is sexist, racist, lazy, and completely f'd up. Sometimes they get it right, but other times, we can only wonder what they hell the judge or jury was thinking, or if the prosecution even cared to put up more than a half-assed case. And, sometimes the laws already in place are stupid to begin with, and the judge has no choice but to rule according to them. Aside from stuff heavily covered in the media, what are some outrageous cases you've heard of? Here are a few I've heard of: -My former boss' nephew was shot to death; he was not the intended target, though the guy shooting was intending to kill someone. The guy only got three years in prison, with credit for time served. -A friend with a taste for losers was screwing around with a guy who was in jail more often than not for failing to pay child support for one child. How can the court expect a guy to find a job when he's incarcerated? -At a seminar I attended while I was in the banking industry, I learned of a woman getting sixteen years in prison for bad checks. -A friend of my brother's was jumping on a backyard trampoline with a group of other 13 and 14 year olds and fell on a girl. Her parents attempted to have him criminally prosecuted for sexual assault, and also tried to sue his family for the girl's "emotional trauma and mental distress". And, my personal ones: -My first ex-husband beat our son the first time I left him alone with the baby, for less than an hour, and nearly killed him. He got three years in prison, and I spent the next four or five months leaping through family court's hoops to get my CFS case closed and my parental rights reinstated. I found out later that the max he could have gotten was five years, as they felt they could not prove attempted murder. He also would have faced more severe charges if it had been my other son, the one that was not his, that he'd beaten. He went on to repeat the crime on another baby he had with a woman ten years later, and was charged on two counts of the same, since the abuse had happened on separate days. The DA pointed out the nearly identical pattern of injuries to those he'd inflicted upon my son ten years prior. But due to the restrictions in place by law, again, just three years on each count, the only justice the judge could grant was that he serve them consecutively rather than concurrently. I honestly believe that if the DA had tried, he could have proven attempted murder in the second case, and I believe that it was. I believe it was with my son, too, and always have. You may be able to say you lost your temper with a crying baby at the age of 18 and get away with it, but not at 28, and not after doing it once (possibly more, as he did remarry and have a kids with a second woman) before. Now that he's out again, I worry that it's going to happen again, and this time, he may succeed. I feel bad enough not trying to prevent it from happening, but I don't know how to go about it without seeming like a weirdo. -When I was a homeowner, someone called the city on me because my garage was an eyesore. An inspector came out and gave me a list of everything on my property that had to be fixed. The list on the garage was so huge it may have well said "tear it down". I did not disagree with the fact the garage was kind of crappy, it hadn't changed from the time I'd bought the property in 2005, whereas I'd made improvements to the house. I'd always planned on dealing with the garage when I had the money to, but I didn't have the money yet, not even to do the teardown. I explained it, but they just kept on sending out inspectors every month, and adding $350 a month to my tax bill. Then, they took me to court and fined me $1000, which I had to pay to avoid going to jail. After that, there was a grace period for me to complete the work, but I was still broke, so the cycle began all over again. Without having to pay that fine, I could have paid to rent a dumpster, get the necessary permits, and enlisted friends and family to help me rip the garage down.
  11. View File Diaper Punishment Collection I'll post here a big collection of Clips with Diaper Punishments in it. It's a mixed bag with different resolutions and durations and some of them contain nudity and pooping. There are a very few right now, but when I'm fully done there will be over 100 Clips, so feel free to subscribe to this post! A torrent download can be found here (all 130 clips included): http://www.filedropper.com/diaperpunishmentssm Submitter MrMax555 Submitted 08/29/2016 Category Female Diaper Play & Wetting
  12. Hello, I am James 15 years old boy on the last year in the middle school. I am very smart and special in mathematics and physics. I am best in our class and I had the honor to represent our school on mathematical olympiad. I have more friends between teachers than between classmates. But I do not need classmates, if they cannot solve an easy goniometric task or easy quadratic equation, so I have nothing to do with them. It seems that they let me alone too, so it is OK. It is Monday first day after a week. And my best lesson- math. We have a older teacher but she is very good. When the lesson starts teachaer asks if we have got homework on our last lesson. All the class say no, but I know that they do not have homework and they believe that teacher does not remeber anything. I should be quiet but I did my homework during the weekend so I want to be praised, I want to write it on blackboard because I am sure most of my classmates cannot solve it. And I raise my hand, tell teacher about homework and write the results on the blackboard. I know that my classmates hate me, they get extra homework, but it is not my problem. Second lesson- history, no problem Between second and third lesson I must go to the bathroom. There are 2 boys from our class between doors Simon and Charles. Charles pushes me out of the doors. Me: what do you doing, I need to go inn Charles: no, you do not use this bathroom Me: ??? Simon: yes, you only tell the teacher about homeworks, this will be your punishment I am going back to class, it is not problem, my bladder is from steel, I can hold it to the next break. How childish can some of classmate be. Yes, I cannot be strict, they are only stupid. Between third and fourth lessons there are guards in the bathrooms doors too. Stupid. But I can use bathrooms for girls- girls go always right after bell, now I can use their bathrooms. But there are Anna and Fiona there. Right between the doors. Ohhh, fuck, all class wants to punish me? I have only said about homework and we had homework, so I was right. In fourth lesson I must admit that I need to go but I have a plan- after bell I will race to the bathroom and will be there the first. But I need more and more. But what happen if I could not hold it to the break? No, I cannot pee myself, it is only girls who do it. Not me. But I must hold one of my hands more and more in my crotch. And little pee dance on my chair is necessary. Simon: why he does not ask about bathroom? Charlie: that is psychology- he is best in class and bests of the best can hold it. Simon: but he is about wet himself right here in the classroom Charlie: he does not admit that he cannot hold it to the break. And when he starts to pee, it is too late. Simon: ohhh, poor boy It seems that it can be good but after one spurt I am back in reality. I need to go now, no way I must ask teacher. Spurt was not so long but little stein is visible on my jeans. I only wait for the best time to raise my hand. A short time after I feel how my need just starts to flow to my jeans. Oh noooo! I feel my need in my crotch and back on my ass. Ohhh, I am going to the bathroom to my jeans. I cannot believe that I am peeing here in the middle of the lessons to my jeans. Under my chair is a puddle, alle of classmates get know what happens here. Anna: mrs teacher, James peed himself as a little boy haha! Simon: uffff, I just do not understand why he does not ask Charlie: I have said it to you. He thought all the time that he could hold it. And then it was too late. I am taken from classroom and can change to my gym clothes. It is very humiliating to pee myself and I thing they will tease me more weeks for it. I should definitely ask, I can calculate equations but I cannot hold stupid pee. Or maybe I just should cooperate with classmates little bit more. Shut up if nobody has homework!
  13. So, waaaaaaaaaay back when I was younger - I joined the US Army and was stationed at Ft. Jackson for basic. BOTH of our drill instructors were Airborne Rangers (if you don't know about them, they're hard core) -- my grandfather was an Airborne Ranger Master Paratrooper for the Army so I thought I could handle them. WRONG. The second day we were actually in training (because you get there and stay in a holding building to get dental work, eye exams, uniforms, and weight checks and all that before you go to actual training) we were sitting in a half moon circle and DS Vasquez was going over dorm rules and firewatch and all of these essential things. A meek young woman sat in the center of the half moon circle and she was starting to rock back and forth -- well, DS Vasquez saw it and told her to be still. She told him, in this frightening squeaky voice, that she needed to pee and he said: hold. it. Like for real, he wasn't having it. All of a sudden she burst into tears as the pee just started spreading on the white tile floor. We all jumped up and she sat there, crying, while the DS yelled at her and made her wax the through way of the dorm. :(
  14. She was beginning to regret the second cup of coffee on the way into work. She was even more regretting the customer in front who had taken a small ice age to order the single half fat mocachino frappe bullshit. It was then further compounded by the traffic through town, road works meaning the bus had to take a detour that ordinarily wouldn’t have made her late only cutting it fine, but after the frapachino it was already quarter past before she was off the bus, let alone at her desk. She was regretting the fact that now she was nervously twisting her hands in the principal’s office after she had accidently dented his car on the way home yesterday in her hurry to leave as she needed to get her car to the garage to fix the rear suspension. He had pounced on her the second she came through the doorway over an hour ago now, the minutes ticked by as she waited for assembly to finish and the head to return. Saint Christens was a strict boarding school, corporal punishment was still enforced and the head was a man fond of strictly enforcing the law. Alan Parkinson was a middle-aged man who took his job very seriously, keeping the students in line and the school at the top of the tables was his job. A job he was incredibly good at. Sally-Anne Davenport was his personal secretary and a receptionist for the school, she was in her late 20’s, had long soft hair and kind eyes. It was like a hundred butterflies spontaneously erupted into flight inside her as the door creaked open and he entered to room. She jumped to her feet, instantly regretting it as her overfull bladder protested the sudden change, her keegal muscles tightening their grip and regaining control. She only hoped that this bollocking didn’t take too long. She felt everything slosh as she got up suddenly, the urgent need to pee becoming more urgent. Mentally she cursed him for locking the door out of habit as he went to assembly late. “Miss Davenport.” He said curtly as he moved past her to sit at the large oak desk. His after shave was strong and she tried not to choke as he sat down, the effort straining on her abdomen uncomfortably. “Yes Sir?” She said, filling the suddenly awkward silence that had appeared. He remained quiet, getting some papers out of his top desk draw and settling them on the desk in front of him. He took a while to read over them. Sally Davenport shuffled uncomfortably, partly through apprehension, but mostly because it eased the pressure on her ready to burst bladder. “Now, this is a copy of the quote for the damage you caused my car yesterday.” He offered her a piece of paper. She glanced at it and stifled a cough of surprise. She winced as the cough elicited a few drops to escape. Her face flushed pink before she read it over the quote properly. “How much?!” She gasped, reading the three figure sum momentarily her brain was shocked, forgetting its primary goal of control. She put the paper down and twisted her hands, she closed her eyes and grimaced as her tentative grip on her embarrassment flexed back, it was too late though, there was a distinct moistness soaking into her cotton pants. A warmness that felt damp and clung to her. A temporary stay of execution was granted as her body regained its composure, the damp patch uncomfortably close to the urgency required. “Indeed. I will of course be deducting the cost from your salary, the salary which will also be reduced to reflect your constant tardiness.” He paused, looking up from the papers. She was still nervously shuffling from foot to foot, unable to stand still and twisting her hands. “Please stand still, you are not a child, do not behave like one.” “O... of course Sir.” She said, forcing her feet to be still on the floor and clamping her hands to her sides. Making a fist she dug her nails into her palm to take her mind off the need to go to the bathroom. Twisting her legs so one knee pressed over the other, slightly crossing them, but not so obvious to Mr Parkinson. “Now we do need to discuss of course the exact figures involved. I was going to reduce you annual salary by £10 for each minute you have been late so far? What do you think? Is that fair?” He peered down a pair of horn rimmed glasses on the end of his nose at her. “You can’t do that! That’s not fair!” She blurted angrily, not the calm and collected ‘yes Sir, of course sir’ that had been on her tongue a moment ago. Forgetting the urgency of her swollen bladder in her anger she glowered at Alan. “Don’t take that tone with me!” He shouted, standing to his feet and seeming to tower over her, using the full weight of his authority and the tone of voice he uses on impetuous students. She closed her eyes, quelled in fear briefly and cursed her brain as the surprise triggered and ancient reaction. A base impulse that fear triggered in every human: Fight or Flight. In true tradition her heart rate jumped up aided by too much coffee and her body relaxed the tight control of certain muscles, the aim to make it lighter for the flight from the cause of the terror. The dampness already present in her pants aided the forgetting of the modern compulsion to hang on. A the warm liquid gushed out, soaking her underwear, a pale half moon appearing into the pale linen trousers that she was wearing. The stain grew larger as she tried and failed to stop the hot embarrassment from flowing. She felt the hot liquid seep down her legs like a river and trickle into the hem line of her socks. It seemed to take forever, and once the flow had stopped there was a soft internal sigh of relief from her body. The cold air conditioned office brought her back and she realised she was stood in the principal’s office. Her wet trousers stated to cool instantly and the material clung awkwardly to the moist skin below. There was a long moment of silence. “Fine, since you are so obviously out to convince me that you are truly a child then I shall treat you the same as one of my students!” He bellowed. “Go stand in that corner and do not move a single fucking muscle until I get back.” He walked around the desk and she was convinced that before he guided her roughly to the corner, that her shocked mind saw a bulge in his trousers...
  15. SDMS-698 Onesho Part 2 THE REVENGE Submitted by: chazzi Submission Date: : 22 Oct 2012 Category: Videos / Movies / Clips (Female) Clothing: Pajamas Wetting Type: Accident Wetting Scenario: Other This is the second part of the video SDMS-698 ONESHO, the part1 + part 2 isn't the video complete, but the rest are only actress's interviews and so.., but part 1 and part2 are complete sequences, without any cuts.. In this part, the strict and cruel teacher wet her bed in her dream, and suffers the revenge of the poor bedwetting girl and her mates, but the "poor girl" turns out to be even more cruel than her finally Hope you like it Click here to download this file
  16. In elementary school, a classmate and I were sitting in the hallway while class was in session. I think the teacher had sent us out there to take 15 minutes or so to finish an assignment that everyone else had just turned in. The doorways to nine classrooms were in that hallway, and about 30 pupils were in each one. No one but us was in the hallway. Then a boy came out of one of the rooms at the end of the hallways and ran as fast as he could toward the opposite end of the hallway, going past us along the way, and entered the "lavatory", as it was euphemistically called. Clearly desperate and fearful of an accident. That started a discussion between my classmate and me. I wondered what would happen if he actually had an accident? Would he be punished? Would a teacher force him to change his clothes there in the hallway, or in the classroom, where he might be seen? I often fantasized about this sort of thing. Three or four years earlier, when I was seven years old, I had had a really major wetting accident in school and all of my classmates had seen it happen. It was an accident-on-purpose, since I had set myself up to make it happen after fantasizing about it for some time. After that, I was afraid to do it again, but I fantasized. As we talked, the boy emerged and walked back to his classroom at a normal walking pace. I think the fact that this was a fantasy that fascinated me became perfectly obvious to my classmate. So he told me about something he had seen happen the previous year. At least he _said_ he had seen it. By hindsight, it's obvious that he was pushing my buttons to enjoy seeing my reaction. He was well repaid for his efforts. The previous year, he said, a classmate of his had wet his pants. The teacher had made him take all his clothes off while everyone could see him. Hearing this, I gasped and my eyes popped out, and I begged for details. My classmate who was telling me this clearly enjoyed my reaction. My fantasy was really about this happening to me. Of course, I didn't tell him that. When one is young, one is credulous.
  17. Here's a persistent fantasy of mine. I live in a society where it's considered self-evident that if you wet yourself, you have to be punished by being made to wear diapers, and walk around in public in nothing but diapers, and in that condition you have a fair number of unintentional wettings. If someone made you wet yourself---say by tickling you or restraining you when you're desperate, then you're the guilty party so you're put into diapers and your attacker owns you. If you make someone wet themselves, then they will likewise become diaper-pet. However, let's say you try to make someone wet themselves---perfectly innocent fun whose result would be your victim's diaper-punishment---but you fail. Then you're the one who must be punished, as follows. You haven't wet yourself, so they can't take your clothes off in public and put you in diapers, so first you have to be forced to wet your pants in public. Suitable bondage equipment is employed for your execution, and an audience gathers to enjoy the spectacle: your movement is restrained while you're fully clothed and desperate, until you no longer have to pee and everyone saw you soak your pants. Now if you happen to be desperate and in danger of an accident, the authorities might decide it would be fun to punish you although you're innocent, again with suitable bondage gear while an audience watches. It's illegal for them to do that, and those responsible would of course suffer like punishment, _unless_ they succeed---and of course they will, in which case the zero-tolerance policy means they're innocent and the one with the wet pants must be punished. In my fantasies, everyone besides me is female since I am averse to sharing this kind of fun with males, but others' tastes will differ......
  18. Diaper Punished Submitted by: CarelyAguirre Submission Date: : 02 Nov 2012 Category: Videos / Movies / Clips (Female) Clothing: Diaper Wetting Type: Unspecified Wetting Scenario: Other Hi Everyone! , This is my first contribution to the site C: hope you like it. Click here to download this file
  19. SDMS-698 Onesho Part 1 The bedwetting punishment Submitted by: chazzi Submission Date: : 14 Oct 2012 Category: Videos / Movies / Clips (Female) Clothing: Pajamas Wetting Type: Accident Wetting Scenario: Staged/Scripted Wetting This is the first part of two, extracted of the whole video. I upload the second part, "the revenge", later if you like this one, the rest of the video is only interviews in japanese language I put the screenshot in a comic way.., hope you like, and sorry for the mistakes and squirting with your wonderful language, but i think in spanish you don't understand it better Tell me if you like it, i can reach a orgasm if a I got 5 positive reviews!! Chazzi Click here to download this file
  20. hi, I want to say right now that I am not the one who wrote this. a few days ago, a friend of mine helped me big time by finishing one of my chapters. as a thank you, they asked that i post one of there new stories on Omorashi. they tried to post here before but didn't really like it. anyway, This story is based on an RP called The Little Thief. on dailydiapers.com Full credit to the original story/RP belongs to cute little kokiri girl and Diaper_teen66. story writing credit goes to PinkTheDinosaur The Little Thief chapter one: a little Thief. It was a cold and dark night in the of Fox-Heart. It was 12:30 Am as the dark blue Ford drove down the street with its lights off. The only lights on this street were from the glow of halloween decoration. “Okay Alice, you know what to do right?” Joe asked as he pulled to a stop right out front of one of the houses. “Just get in and unlock the front door. Then search the house for any valuables.” Joe was an average sized man with a balding head. He was in his mid 40’s and had a bad attitude. Just give him a cheap suit and a cigar and he would look just like a used car salesman. “If you find anything heavy, give me a call and well grab it last.” Joe said before he gave the little girl next to him the stink eye. “And remember, don't fuck this up.” This was a routine Alice was familiar with. Joe always gave the same speech and it always ended with Joe telling Alice that if she got caught to pretend she did this alone. Because if Alice told anyone about Joe, he would find her, and make her life a living hell. “T-this is not my first time Joe.” Alice stuttered to Joe. “a-and besides, t-the old bats on v-vacation. How could i f-f-fuck this up?” Before Joe could answer however, Alice grabbed her black bag and jumped out of the car. Alice was 4 feet tall with shoulder length blonde hair tied up into a bun. She was wearing an all-black outfit with a black hat to cover her hair. “Ok joe, i'll call when im done or if i find something.” Alice told Joe “Whatever, just don't fuck this up you little freak.” Joe told her. “This is a big job.” As Joe drove away, Alice flipped him off. ‘Well fuck you to.” Alice whispered to herself. ‘God i hate working with him.’ Alice took a deep breath of the cold air and relaxed a moment before she went to work. She had been scoping out this two story house for the last month. Only one person lived here, a women in her late 30’s, early 40’s. From watching her, Alice learned that the women was going on a 8 day vacation to mexico and left earlier today to the airport. Alice ran to the fence leading to the back yard and saw the lock on the fence. Not like it mattered to Alice as she moved a loose board to reveal a small hole in the fence. This was one of the few perks of being small as she slipped thru the hole with ease. Once she was in the backyard, Alice went up to the glass backdoor. She pulled out her glass cutter and a hole near the handle. Despite her hight, she was able to get the door open with ease. ‘Ok, first unlock the door for a fast getaway and check upstairs first.’ Alice told herself. She quickly unlocked the door and hurried upstairs. Once she was up there she noticed a few doors. She went to the first one and saw that it was just a bathroom. Not what she was looking for. The next was a door that had unicorns on it and a name plack saying Nina. curious, Alice takes a peek into the dark room. While she couldn't see anything inside, Alice could tell it was a kids room and she doughtid anything of value would be in there. The final room at the end of the hall however was just the room Alice was looking for. The woman's bedroom. After flipping on the lights, Alice went to work filling her bag. Unbeknownst to her however, a car pulled up the the house and a older looking woman got out, it was the owner of the house Madeline Tendet. Madeline’s flight to mexico was canceled not once, but twice, and the older women decided she didn't feel like waiting another few hours at the airport for another plain and decided just to cancel her vacation. She can just have a nice staycation she thought. Just stay home and relax. As she went to the door and put the keys in, Madeline was tired and didn't releases the door was already unlocked and slipped inside without making much of a sound. “I'll just get my stuff out of the car tomorrow. Right now i just want to go to sleep.” Madeline told herself as she made her way up the stars. But when she got upstares she noticed her bedroom light was still on. Did she forget to turn them off when she left? Madeline though when she heard something from inside. Someone was in the house! Madeline reached into her bag and pulled out a can of mace and slowly made her way to the bedroom. Alice had already took all the jewelry, some money, and anything else that looked of value. She was standing right next to a nightstand and was looking at a picture of the women she was stealing from holding a little girl in her arms. Alice could feel the knots in her stomach return. She hated doing this. She didn't want to do this, but Alice had to push those thoughts away. Joe will be expecting her soon. Alice grabbed the picture and set it face down so she didn't have to look at it before grabbing a little statue beside the picture. As she picked it up, she relised it was a little heavier than she thought and accidentally dropped it on her foot! “OW! MOTHER FUCKER!” Alice screamed as she dropped her bag and began jumping on one foot while holding her hurt one. Behind Alice, in the doorway, Madeline watched the little girl jump up and down. Madeline was shocked. She was expecting a full grown adult to be robbing her, not a little girl. From the looks of it, Madeline could see Alice was unarmed so she put her mace away and walked into the room and stood behind the little thief. “Well well well now who are you sweetie?” Madeline asked and startled the little thief as Alice let out a quick sreek and spun around. “O-ow shit…” Alice said as she looked up to the owner of the house standing over her. The Little Thief chapter Two: A pain in the bottom Alice’s little heart was beating in her chest like a jackhammer as she looked upon the owner of the house ‘OH FUCK!’ Alice’s head screamed. ‘She shouldn't be here! She should be on a plain to Mexico right now, how is that old bitch here!’ “Well? Just what do you think you’re doing young lady.” Madeline asked calmly as she kept her eyes on the “Little Thief” in her room. Alice, on the other hand, was shaking slightly. Her eyes darted around the room for a way out. The older woman was blocking her path to the door and there was a bed to her left. Beside the bed was a window that she might be able to use, but she doubted. Even if Alice could get to the closed window, the old lady would grab her before she got it open. And Alice knew there was no way her body could smash the glass either. “YOUNG LADY WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?” Madeline asked again, but this time using her mom voice. it had been quite a while since she used it, but it did make the little girl jump a little bit. Alice was the most sacred than in all her life as a thief. this had never happened before, sure she had some close calls early on, but nothing like this. “W-what are y-you doing sniff here?” Alice asked trying to sound brave but failed. hard. Being caught really through her off her feet and the shock in Alice’s voice made her sound even younger than she already looked. . “Well,” started Madeline. “I live here, but I am asking you, what are you doing here?” “W-well y-you see um DISTRACTION!” Alice yelled out before tossing her bag at the older woman before running to the door. “HAY HOLD IT YOUNG LADY!” Madeline yelled as she caught the bag in one swift motion before she tossed it on the bed before she spun around to grab the little girl’s arm with ease. “H-HAY LET ME GO YOU FUCKING OLD BITCH!” Alice yelled out as she struggled to get free from the older woman’s grip. Madeline on the other hand easily dragged Alice back into the bedroom over to her queen bed then after sitting down on it she then pulled the little crock over her lap with just as much ease. “H-HAY WHAT THE FUCK A-ARE YOU D-D-DOING!?” Alice yelled out as she went over the older woman’s lap every second looking more like a little kid then a grown up. “Now are you going to tell me why you are here young lady?” Madeline asked as she held one of Alice’s arms behind her back. “F-F-FUCK YOU I DON’T HAVE T-TELL YOU SH,” Alice yelled out but was immediately replaced as the old woman slapped her little bottom. “OWWWWWWWW!!!!” Alice started to kick her feet madly just to try to get free from the older woman's grasp. “HAY W-WHAT THE HELL! OW! ST-OW-STOP YOU CAN’T D, OWWWW! DO THIS TO ME!” Alice yelled out as the older woman started to give the little intruder a spanking. Even with Alice wearing black jeans she could still feel the strong slaps to her little bottom, Alice felt humiliated not just at being caught but getting a spanking at eighteen years old! “L-LET ME OW! GO N-NOW! Y-YOU CAN’T OW DO THIS! I AM, OWWW! *SNIFF* EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD! OWWWWW!” Alice yelled out as the tears and snot started to run down her face. “Would you rather I call the cops” the older woman stopped and asked. *sniff* “no” Alice sniffled out trying hard to hold back her childlike crying. Madeline then let out a sigh. she hated having to do this but she had too. “Now sweetie, can you please tell me what are you doing here and why are you trying to rob me? And more importantly, you said you are eighteen years old? but you look eight or nine years old. so that only means you have youthlock right?” Madeline asked “F-f-fuck you, you old bitch! I don’t have *sniff* have to tell you shit.” Alice said stubbornly not wanting to give up. But to Alice horror, the older woman grabbed the back Alice black pants and pull them down to her knees! “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU D-DOING!” Alice yelled out, her eyes going wide as her pants went down. But before she could yell more the older woman asked something. “Are you wearing a thong young lady?” the older woman asked as she was surprised to see something like this. Hell, she did not know a thong could be made for someone so little. “Y-yes s-s-s-s-so what! i-it’s not your fucking business!” Alice said her face getting as red as a beat. Madeline was getting really sick of all the cursing, so just like with pants she took down the black thong making the little girl kick and curse. Soon Madeline started a new round of spankings. Alice's eyes went wide as she got her first bare bottom spanking in years! Alice kicked and fought, she was even able to kick off not just her pants and shoes, but her thong too. Alice screamed out every curse she knew, but soon she could no longer fight anymore, she soon she burst out crying. “WAAAAAAAAAA! N-NO MORE PWEASE! N-SOB-N-WAAAAAAAAA-NO PWEASE! I W-W-WILL BE GOOD! SOB I WELL BE GOOD! I SORRWE! WAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” Alice cried out sounding just like a little kid getting a spanking. Madeline then stopped as she took some breaths and then asked. “Okay little one, are you going to be good?” Madeline asked. “Or do you need another round?” It emphasizes her point, she gave Alice bright red bottom another smack. “Y-WAAAAAAAAA-YES! SOB Y-Y-YES PWEASE NO MORE WAAAAAAAAAAA!” Alice cried out. her little bottom felt like it was on fire! soon Alice was taken off the older woman lap. but before she could beg more, scared of what might happen next. to Alice’s surprise, the older woman pulled her into a close hug and started to rub Alice’s back. “Shhh. it's ok. It's over” the older woman said to calm the still crying child. Knowing there would be no way to get anything out of her while she was crying. Before Alice could ask or say anything, the older woman got up. Alice squeaked like a mouse in surprise before being carried out of the room. “Okay honey, let’s go someplace more comfy.” the older woman said as she carried Alice out of the bedroom. as she did, Alice sniffled, her bottom very sore from the spanking. her eye’s red from crying, her bottom lip quivered a bit, and her throat sore from screaming and crying. Madeline then noticed something odd about the little thief. but decided to wait until they got to their destination to confirm her thoughts. Soon, Alice’s nervous tick kicked in and her thumb was in her mouth. she started to suck it without realizing it. Madeline soon got to Nina’s old room. she took some deep breaths. it had been a while since the accident, and besides doing some cleaning now and again Madeline never went in there. It was just too hard too. But it would still have what she needed for the little one in her arms so, soon after one more deep breath, Madeline walked in turning on a light. After closing the door and she put the little Adult down on the floor and saw to her surprise the little Thief still had hair done there. ‘Weird.’ She thought. ‘How can she still have hair down there? most people with her condition have it permanently removed to stop diaper rash by now.’ As Madeline looked Alice blushed and decided to distract herself by looking around the room. to her shock, it was the kid’s room saw when she was first upstairs, but know with the light on she could see it was more of a nursery than a kid’s room. She looked around at the nursery, as she looked it was not just any nursery it was one of the most beautiful nurseries Alice had ever seen. From the cream-colored walls with little pictures of teddy bears, rocking horses and fairies on it. to the light pink carpet, she was standing on. to the unicorn lamp sitting on a nightstand next to the light green armchair. To Alice, the whole from felt warm and made with love and care. As she looked more at the room, she saw to her surprise a crib in here. but to her shock it was bigger than any crib she had ever seen, it was way bigger than for a baby. “S-someone like me could fit in there and s-s-still has room to spread out,” Alice said out loud to herself, not realizing she had said it. Then Alice saw the changing table and like the crib, it to was big. Then it clicked what was going on and she faced what older woman had said. “N-n-no way I-I am not going t-to be some f-fucking big b-b-baby!” Alice said starting to shiver a bit from a mixture of fear and lack of pants. “Sweetie we will talk about that later, but right now can you take your shirt off for me please?” Madeline asked. She knew something felt off when she was carrying the little girl. “W-WHAT N-NO NO NO NO!” Alice could not believe what she was hearing, how could someone just ask that? What the fuck is wrong with this old bitch. She thought. “Calm down little one, you see when I was carrying you, you were a lot lighter then you should be.” The older woman said calmly but with a look of worry. “I-I d-d-don’t care! you’re a lot bigger than me, of course, I would be lighter!” Alice said holding her tummy knowing that's not what the older woman meant. But she still didn't want anyone to see. “Now little one you can take off your shirt yourself or I can take it off for you but I need to see if I am right,” Madeline said one last time to give the girl a chance. Alice got mad not wanting any more of this, so just flipped her off. “L-l-look, just call the c-c-cops because there is no way I am l-l-l-letting a crazy old bi,” but Alice was cut off as the older woman grabbed Alice’s shirt and pulled it up and off before Alice could do something. To Madeline’s shock and horror she was right. the little girl was all most skin and bones. Thoughts of Nina came to Madeline’s head but she pushed them away, she then got on one knee and looked at the little girl who was now covering her chest and stomach. “When was the last time you had a decent meal? I mean look at you, I can see your rib lines.” Madeline asked. “Th-there are not m-m-my rib lines!” Alice lied with a mixes anger and fear then said. “You see these are my um, womanly curves!” Madeline let out a sigh and shake her head. “I can tell you’re lying and that your starving aren’t you?” Alice could not speak, all she could do was fight back the tears and frustration. “What about your parents? do they know about this? More importantly, do they know where you are right now?” Madeline asked when she saw Alice’s body tense up, her face a tidal wave of anger. “F-FUCK YOU AND FUCK THOSE M-M-MOTHERFUCKS! I-I-I DON’T NEED THEM I-I DON’T WANT THEM I HOLP THEY D-D-DIE!” Alice screamed as she stomped her foot down and balled up her fits. A single line of tears coming from her right eye. Her entire naked body shaking with pure anger. Madeline was almost taken back by hearing this. But at the same time, she knew exactly what it meant. abuse... She immediately grabbed Alice and pulled her close. Alice began throwing punches and kicks. Alice even bit her shoulder, but none were effective as the older women raped her arms around Alice and once again held her. Alice continued to struggle, but anger fueled rage soon subsided. All she could do, was pant as she tried to catch her breath once more. “Now little one, before I get you something to eat and drink let’s get you into something more appropriate for you to ware,” Madeline said before lifting up the girl and took her to the changing table and laid her on it. Alice was shocked when she heard about getting a meal, but before she could say something about it she was already picked up and put on the changing table and a strap placed across her stomach. “Wait w-w-what are you doing?” then it dawned on her. “N-NO NO NO NO! I-I AM NOT WEARING A FUCKING DIAPER! D-DO YOU HEAR ME!” “Sorry about this, but a lot of people with your condition have day and/or nighttime accidents so this is just in case.” Madeline said as she reached under the table and grabbed the supplies she needed. “N-NO FUCK YOU! I *SOB* I DON’T HAVE A *SNIFF* ACCIDENTS.” Alice cries not wanting to be put in yet another diaper. “Hay its okay if you do, my little Nina needed diapers as well,” Madeline said as she got an old but still unopened box of baby wipes out. “W-WELL I DON’T! AND YOU’RE FUCKING NOT PUTTING ME IN ONE!” Alise screamed and kicked with all her might. “Sorry but I don’t want you having an accident on my floor so you’re going in one whether you like it or not,” Madeline said as she tried to stay calm with the little girl. “FU-FUCK YOU! YOU CRAZY BITCH! I AM NOT L-LETTING YOU! H-HAY NO!!!” Alice stopped yelling as the older woman lifted the little thieves lags up and started giving her another spanking. like before, Alice fought, cursed and screamed, but just like before she soon broke down in tears. “WAAAAAAAAAAAAA! N-NO MORE PWEASE! *SOB* N-NO MORE! I *SOB* WAAAAAAAAAAA! I-I’LL BE GOOD! PWEASE NO MORE!” Alice cried out in desperation. “Okay young lady, I have had enough of your temper tantrums. now, are you going to be a good girl and wear your diaper?” Madeline asked when she stopped the spanking. “Y-sob-yes. I-I well, but pwease, n-no more sp-waaaaaaa-spankings pwease,” Alice said not meaning for it to sound so childish, “Good girl,” Madeline said as she the baby wipe box.she looked and saw that Alice had, in fact, peed a little during the spanking, no doubting from the pain. But she said nothing as she got to work wiping the little girl clean. Alice squirmed and cried as her bottom was wiped. then to her horror, her kitty was getting cleaned too making her squirm more. blushing and all most moaning too. “N-NO PWEASE NOT TH-THERE MO-MO…” Alice covered her mouth stopping herself from saying, mommy. “Shhhh its okay just relax, now let’s get you something for your little bottom,” Madeline said as soon as she got done wiping and throwing the wipes away. she got some aloe-Vaseline out and started to put it on the little girl’s bottom. Alice’s eyes went wide again making her kick and cry, not to fight the woman, but from the pain, as the cold cream was put on her red and very sore bottom. all the while the older woman shhhed her and told her it was going to be okay. Soon Alice’s thumb found its way right back in her mouth, and she then started to suck it just as the older woman got the baby powder out and started to powder Alice’s little bottom. After what felt like forever to Alice, a diaper was finally put under her and soon it was taped up. “There we go now that was not so bad was it?” Madeline asked as she sat the little girl up and using one last baby wipe, wiped away the tears and snot from Alice's face. Alice looked down to her horror and humiliation the diaper was pink and had baby cartoon animals on it. Her mind was all a mass like a mixed up puzzle, she had been spanked, striped, and diapered like a child. Alice kept thinking on how did this happen and why me as she sucked her thumb. “Do you want me to get you something to wear?” Madeline asked. Alice could only nod a yes as soon Madeline got a t-shirt out of a drawer she then came back to put it on the little girl, after that Alice looked at the pink shirt and started to tear up as she saw what was said on it, “mommy’s little girl” in bright gold letters. Alice could not take it anymore and started to cry. Madeline seeing this give a hug to the little one “Shh, it’s okay. there, there it’s all going to be okay. how about we get you something to eat and some warm milk to drink?” the older woman asked. Alice just shook her head no. “P-p-waaaaaaaaaaa-pwease, n-n-no more pwease. j-sob-just call the cops pwease j-just take me to jail waaaaaaaaa.” Alice cries wanting her humiliation to end. “But if you go you could be hurt or worse,” Madeline said with a look of worry in her eyes. “I *sob* don’t care just give sniff me my c-c *sob* c-clothes and call them pwease.” Alice said with a face full of tears again. Madeline let out a sigh she did not want to do it but she could not keep her if she did not want to be here. *Sigh* “okay but I will give you my number if you change your mind,” Madeline said as she turned her back and picked up the little one’s black shirt. But as soon as she did Alice jumped off the changing table and made a run for it, making Madeline turn and run after her. “HEY GET BACK HERE YOUNG LADY!” Madeline yelled out. But Alice didn't listen. All she could think about was getting to the front door. If she could just get outside she might be able to get to Joe and get away! Alice ran down the stars, nearly slipping and falling down them, and turned to the door. She was turning the handle when her diaper was grabbed and lifted up into the air! Alice was now kicking screaming, and even biting just to get free. But Madeline had the little girls arm in one hand and holding the diaper in the other. This gave Alice a wedgie but that was the least of her problems as they went back into Madeline’s room. Once there, she opened the one drawer Alice didn't get the chance to look through and pulled out some old handcuffs. she then walked to her door and handcuffed the little Thief to the doorknob “W-WHAT *SOB* FUCK LET ME GO! *SNIFF* I-I AM NOT INTO THIS K-KINKY SH *SOB* SHIT! HOW DO YOU EV-EVEN! FUCK! WHY DO YOU EVEN H-HAVE HANDCUFFS?” Alice yelled out. “Well, every cop even retired ones, have a spare pair.” Madeline told the girl and saw Alice's face go pale. “W-w-wait c-cop you’re a cop? B-bull-crap! n-no way you’re a cop! this house is big and nice! y-y-y-you must be dirty or something.” Alice said not believing the older woman was a cop and if she was, she hoped to at least blackmail her with the dirty cop bit. “No I was not dirty, this was my father's place before he passed away. and I was a sergeant before I was forced into retirement.” Madeline told her as she went back to the drawer and pulled out an old badge as proof. “F-Forced retirement w-why because you were in league with someone?” Alice asked. “Honestly honey.” Madeline said. “This is not a true crime drama or something.” “I-I d-don’t care let me go!” Alice said as she pulled on the handcuffs. “Sorry you wanted the cops here and they will be here.” Madeline said as she walked past the little girl. trying not to cry herself as she heard the little Thief beg, curs, and scream again as she kicked and punched the door. https://pinkthedinosaur.deviantart.com/
  21. right now I'm in the middle of a story and I'm trying to think of a punishment for one of the characters. my story is 'dropped in a new world' the character is Bab and she looks like a ten-year-old and is already using diapers. I want to save spanking for later if I can. any ideas on what type of punishment I should give her?
  22. I'm standing in a small room off of a busy hallway. The room is empty aside from a chalkboard mounted on the wall behind me, on it are a few tally marks. The door is propped open so anyone passing can see inside. Evidence of accidents are obvious in the dampness at the front of my uniform pants and the sagging bulge at the back. But those are from a while ago and my day is far from over. I'm shaking with desperation, my knees clamped together, my feet constantly shifting, my face twisted in the effort to hold it. Tears fall as I lose control and start to soak myself. Fresh wetness shows on my pants and a puddle spreads at my feet. With a whimper I turn and add another mark to the board. How many more marks will I have to make before I am permitted to leave this spot and change my unfortunate clothes?
  23. Amy Shaw nervously open the door to the human resources office and slowly walked in, her stomach tense with dread. Amy had worked for DataCorp for five years, this was her first time being written up. DataCorp was a large corporation of about 850 employees, it had a reputation for harsh discipline of its staff. DataCorp humiliated wayward employees by publicly posting discipline records and making employees wear a special uniform shirt if they were on disciplinary probation. Nearly every week an email was sent to all employees detailing the suspension or termination of an under-performing co-worker. As Amy handed the yellow paper to the secretary she was too ashamed to make eye contact. It was humiliating enough to be sent to the company office with a disciplinary referral, it was even worse that she was doing it in wet pants. As the secretary began processing the disciplinary referral form, Amy wiped a tear from her face, but there was no wiping the urine streaks from her pants legs. Amy shivered in embarrassment as the secretary picked up the phone and spoke to the HR director. "I have Amy Shaw here with a discipline referral. She is charged with violating the Hygiene Policy.....Yes ma'am, it's visible...very visible! I'll take the evidence photos then bring her in." The sectetary stood up and motioned Amy to a spot against the wall. "I am required to take photos to document your offense. The first photo will be from the front, please stand still." Amy looked at the floor as the shutter clicked. "I need you to look at the camera during this." Reluctantly, Amy looked up so her face could be seen in the photo. Amy was then directed to turn around and face the wall. She sniffled as the secretary photographed her soaked butt. "Follow me, you will now report to Mrs. Ashcroft." Amy was led down the hall and ushered into the office of the HR Director. Taking the yellow discipline form from the secretary's hand, Mrs. Ashcroft shook her head in disgust as she looked at Amy. "It's so dissapointing to see a grown woman in such a state." she commented as her secretary was leaving. As the secretary walked out and closed the door, Mrs. Ashcroft walked closer to Amy and inspected her clothes from both the front and the rear. Amy was wearing a green polo shirt with the company logo (the uniform for low level employees in good standing) and light blue jeans that hugged her butt and thighs. The light blue denim did nothing to hide the urine that had saturated her crotch and buttocks, then had run down the inside of her thighs and calves. Amy could even feel that her socks had been drenched and her shoes still had urine in them. "The discipline referral from your supervisor indicates that you seemed distracted all morning and that a few minutes before the approved mid-morning break you left your cubicle and began to rush out of your work area. When you were found in the hallway you were urinating on yourself. The discipline referral form only lists a violation of the Hygiene Policy, explain to me why I shouldn't add a charge of leaving your workstation without permission? " "I um, ah, er..." Amy couldn't find words to make an excuse. She looked at Mrs. Ashcroft as tears began to form again. "Your personnel file tells me you are 32 years old; far to old to be urinating in your pants! I don't see any mention of a medical condition requiring special toilet access. Since you have nothing to say for yourself, I have no reason to be lenient with you." Amy begged, "Please, I didn't mean to have an accident! I started a new diet over the weekend that involves drinking a lot of water and I haven't gotten my restroom timing figured out yet. I was trying to make it to the scheduled mid morning break, but I just couldn't make it. I didn't want to pee on my chair or to get pee on the carpet at my work station so I ran the restroom when I felt the first leak into my panties. It just came out so fast that I couldn't make it any farther than the hall. It was an accident. Please don't punish me!" "Improper planning, is hardly considered an 'accident'! There is no excuse for a healthy woman to urinate on herself in the workplace! I see no prior disciplinary action in your file so you will not be terminated for today's offense, but I will be making an example of you with the other employees!" Amy fidgeted as Mrs. Ashcroft finished filling out the discipline record. After several uncomfortable minutes Amy heard Mrs. Ashcroft speak again. "I need to be stern with you, so you understand how inappropriare your actions were for the workplace. I also feel your coworkers could learn a lesson by observing the discipline you will be receiving. "For the remainder of the work day you are required to be placed on display in your soiled clothing in places where your coworkers are likely to observe you in your disgraceful state. At lunch time you will stand near the entrance to the cafeteria. During mid-afternoon break you will stand near the employee restrooms. At the end of the work day you will be displayed at the exit leading to the employee parking ramp. "For the next 12 months you're placed on disciplinary status. You are required to where an orange shirt which will signify to your coworkers that you are being disciplined. For the next 12 months you will receive a 15% reduction in pay and you are ineligible for any bonuses. You are ineligible to apply for a promotion for during that time. Any policy infraction during that time may qualify for termination, no matter how minor the offense. "For one year a copy of the disciplinary action will be publicly posted outside your workstation along with the evidence photos that were taken. The disciplinary action and photos will also be emailed company-wide to each of DataCorp's employees to make certain they are aware of the consequences for violating the Hygiene Policy. "You are required to write an article for the monthly DataCorp employee newsletter. This article must describe the importance of the Hygiene Policy , the circumstances of your violation, the consequences you are enduring for violating the policy, and the lessons you have learned from these consequences. "Security will escort you to the employee cafeteria to begin your public display. You are dismissed!" Amy's jaw dropped in disbelief as she was told her punishment. She had assumed she would be sent home for the day, and have a reprimand in her file, but she never could have imagined these consequences! Amy was mortified at being required to stand on display in her wet jeans for the rest of the day. She despised the thought of having to write about her shame in the company newsletter. She was devestated to hear the photos of her wet front and rear we're going to be emailed to each employee, then posted for a year as a reminder to any co-worker who walked by. Amy couldn't comprehend enormous humiliation she was about to experience! As Amy turned to walk out of Mrs. Ashcroft's office she could feel the cold, clammy,itchy denim as it clung to her body. As she trudged uncomfortably out of the office she was too stunned to even cry as the security guard grabed her arm to begin walking her to the cafeteria to begin the most degrading experience of her life.
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