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  1. lightman

    The Little Thief

    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/
  2. 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. :-)
  3. Thorn177

    female Girl's School

    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.
  4. 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.
  5. footedsleeper

    a fantasy

    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......
  6. LucyVersion2.0

    Our Bizzare Legal System (US)

    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.
  7. 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
  8. footedsleeper

    I was deceived.

    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.
  9. 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  
  10. Aaron

    Wetting Post-Play

    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?
  11. 4star

    Our Secret

    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...
  12. 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
  13. mastersnothing

    female Accident Sighting

    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. CarelyAguirre

    [Download] Diaper Punished

    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
  15. Kiplington School for Girls Fanfic of Winifred Holtby's South Riding (and BBC dramatization thereof) about the trials and tribulations of the headmistress of a girls school, northern England, 1930s. Comments welcome. (I originally misposted this in the wrong place so am reposting here. Apologies if you came across it elsewhere on the site.) Chapter One: In Which Midge is Punished and Embarrasses Herself Utterly Sarah Burton, headmistress of Kiplington School for Girls, sighed. The science mistress continued, distressed: "And then, Miss Burton, I intercepted a note." She produced a folded and dog-eared wad. Sarah opened it slowly. The first line of the note read, in a slanting childish hand, "Want to start something with Old Siggy?" Below, another hand had responded: "You go first. I dare you to say something about that awful dress she is wearing." Miss Sigglesthwaite, known not-so-affectionately to the girls as "Old Siggy" managed her classroom dreadfully. The fourth form were always trouble, despite Sarah's increasingly fierce warnings about punishments to be inflicted on the next girls to step out of line. "Who wrote the notes?" she asked reluctantly. "I don't know, but I suspect Midge Carne was one of them. She sits in the same row as Jane, and I caught the note going from Jane to Molly." Sarah grimaced and got to her feet. It was time she dealt with this situation with the severity it deserved. "Stay here," she instructed Miss Sigglesthwaite. "I'll be back in a moment." Sarah strode down the hall and into the science classroom. All tittering ceased immediately. She walked purposefully to the front of the room and spoke in a quiet voice that all girls leaned forward to hear. "Who wrote this note?" Silence. "If," Sarah said, "I need to match handwriting in order to work out who wrote this note, I will do so, and your punishment will be much, much worse. Now, raise your hand if you were one of those who wrote this note." At one end of a science bench, Midge raised her hand tentatively. At the other, Jill Johnson did the same. "Down to my office," Sarah dismissed them. She glared at the three girls left in the middle of the row: "So I suppose you three passed the notes back and forth?" All three looked down and nodded. "You can go down to my office too." Sarah strode out behind them. At the office door, she dismissed the trembling Miss Sigglesthwaite to deal with what remained of the fourth form. The girls crowded inside the small office. "I'll deal with you three first," she pointed to Sadie, Jane, and Molly, the note-passers. "Do you have anything to say for yourselves?" The girls looked down once more. They knew they had been warned on multiple occasions about behavior in science classes. "Is there any reason why I shouldn't cane you?" Sarah asked, grim-faced. Molly looked up fleetingly, as if she had an idea, but quickly thought better of it and returned her face to the floor. Out of the corner of her eye, Sarah saw Midge twitch and start to squirm. Midge knew, thought Sarah, that any punishment given to Sadie, Jane, and Molly would be even more severe for herself and Jill. Sarah reached past the anxious girls and took the cane out of the wardrobe. "Right," she said. "Molly, you can go first. One stroke on the hand. Hold your hand out flat. If you pull it away, you'll receive an extra stroke." Molly, Sarah knew, had been caned before and knew what to expect. She wanted her to set a good example for the others. Molly duly held out her hand. Sarah raised the cane over head, strode forward, and thwacked it hard on Molly's palm. Molly gasped. Tears sprang to her eyes. Sarah's reputation for hard canings was well deserved. "Wait outside," said Sarah severely, turning her attention to Sadie. Midge couldn't stand still. She jiggled her foot. "Stop that, Midge," Sarah barked. "But Miss Burton," began Midge. "Be quiet, Midge!" said Sarah. Midge was an hysterical, difficult child, and Sarah believed she had already given her more chances than Midge deserved. She was determined that, this time, Midge would receive a fair punishment, hysterics or no hysterics. Sadie was less stoic than Molly, bursting into noisy tears as the cane fell. Jane, the third of the note-passers, was already in tears before Sarah even instructed her to hold out her hand. As Sarah raised the cane to punish Jane, Midge jerked and clutched her crotch. Sarah turned her eyes to Midge. Urine ran down Midge's legs, soaking her ankle socks and creating a pool on the floor. Midge collapsed in tears. "Stop that," rapped Sarah. "Molly, go and fetch some rags from the cleaning cupboard. Sadie, fetch Matron -- she's supervising 5th form prep in room 3. Now, Jane, hold out your hand." Sarah turned her attention from Midge's puddle to Jane's hand. She caned her smartly. Molly returned with rags, which Sarah indicated she should place on the floor. Matron arrived in the doorway, slightly out of breath as always. "Ah, Matron," said Sarah. "Midge Carne has wet her knickers." Midge sobbed. "I am about to cane her for terrorizing Miss Sigglesthwaite," Sarah continued. "Can you take her up to the boarders' quarters afterwards and find her clean knickers -- and maybe a bath?" "Of course," said Matron, frowning at the humiliated Midge. Sarah dismissed Molly, Sadie, and Jane back to class. She briefly considered telling them not to mention Midge's accident to anyone, but she decided against it. Midge's behaviour had been far too silly recently, and Sarah believed some shame might humble her. The story would be all over the school by the end of the day. "Now, Midge and Jill," Sarah addressed the two remaining girls. "You will each receive four strokes. You first, Midge. Hold out your hand." But Midge could not hold out her hand. Her terror of the cane, combined with her shame, was too much. She held it tentatively but pulled it away as Sarah raised the cane. Sarah gave her two more chances, adding strokes to her punishment each time. She couldn't help rolling her eyes at Matron, who found Midge every bit as trying as did Sarah. Finally, Sarah barked, "Midge, since you cannot hold out your hand, I will cane you on your bottom. Come here." Midge sidled toward Sarah hesitantly. Sarah seized the child, sat down, and laid her over her knee. She raised Midge's tunic, which was wet at the back. Midge's regulation school knickers were dripping at the crotch. Sarah lifted the cane over her shoulder and brought it down, hard, across Midge's wet knickers. Midge screamed and twisted, but Sarah held her firmly. Again, Sarah flogged her, and again, and again, and again. Five strokes. Not as many as Midge deserved, probably, but the child was completely hysterical by this point, and more pain would do no more to make the point. Matron led her away.
  16. So I have just failed a pee holding challenge. Someone said I had to wait till 11. I managed till 10:45ish. I am wondering of some good punishment ideas that we should have on here for when people fail their holds. All suggestions welcome! :D
  17. lightman

    punishment

    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?
  18. Hey all! Long time lurker, first time proper posting. So, I've recently gotten myself a baby girl of my own! Yay me! But we're having trouble thinking of ways she can be punished for being naughty. So far, we've only used escalating forms of spanking, and I thought the good people here might want to give some input! She's pretty open to just about everything, so all suggestions will, at least, be considered. Go nuts!
  19. LucyVersion2.0

    Slave Seth - Chapter One

    It had been a busy, stressful time for Seth. A pay per view three nights ago, RAW two nights ago, and Smackdown last night. He was beyond tired; he was exhausted, and slept in on Wednesday morning. Fortunately, so did his Master and Mistress, Hunter and Stephanie. He beat them awake, there would be no tumbler of icy water cast upon him by Master, or thrown at him, tumbler and all, by Mistress. As usual, Seth was tethered by his chain, hooked into his leather harness. He wore expensive gold dog tags studded with diamonds. One had his name, the other was engraved Property of The Authority. Other than that, he was nude beneath his paw print blanket. His puppy bed was a futon mattress on the floor in his owner's bedroom. His custom-made lead was padlocked to the end of the bed, on Master's side. Lots of slack chain between his "bed" and theirs, but not enough to wander much beyond it, not that he had a reason to. His water bowl was beside his bed, his name was even etched on it. He was a spoiled and pampered pet, he was champion, and he was getting a huge, huge push. He was on top of the professional wrestling world, and all he'd needed to do was become the pet slave of the kinky power couple in charge of it all. Mistress had approached him with the idea when he was still in The Shield, and he'd agreed to a span of servitude equal to that of his title reign. When he cashed in Money in the Bank, his life as theirs began. He waited for Master to awaken and take him outside. Seth's restroom privileges were strictly controlled. He was only allowed to use it during his shower time and while working or at work functions. Otherwise he had to go out back, walked on a leash by Master, usually, or use puppy housebreaking pads. Seth's tether wasn't long enough (purposely) to reach his puppy pads. He had no choice but to wait, his bladder aching. He had to go so bad he thought he'd be sick. He whimpered a little, and when that didn't work to rouse Master, he got out of bed and began to pace back and forth. The rattling chain woke Master. "Lay down, Seth!" He ordered grumpily. "I...Sir, I can't. I really need to take a piss, Sir," Seth said, quickly, and helplessly whimpered again as his bladder cramped. He had to hold himself. "Damn it, Seth. Just hold it," Master ordered. He got out of bed, naked and awkward with sleepiness. He wrapped his nudity in a black robe. Seth always felt superior whenever he saw Master's dick; he didn't have much of one at all, whereas Seth was blessed with a far more sensual length, and thickness. Master unlocked the chain from around the end of the bed and led Seth outside. Seth was allowed to walk normally in the yard, but had to get on all fours, like a puppy, to piss. Sometimes Master wouldn't notice when he stopped, and tugged him over, but this morning he was paying attention, and stopped when Seth did. After Seth was relieved, he followed Master back into the house. In the bedroom, he unlocked Seth's harness, and Seth slipped it off, and slipped into what he thought of as his uniform: black boxer briefs and a jailhouse-orange t-shirt with PROPERTY OF THE AUTHORITY printed on the back in big, bold, black letters. Then, he went to do his morning chores. First, he prepared breakfast and espressos for his owners, and breakfast for himself, which he ate while making the espressos. He set up Mistress's meal and drink in her home office; she did not pamper herself in the morning. Master, however, took breakfast in bed. He carried the tray to the bedroom where Master lay under the covers, naked again. Mistress had already gone, as usual. Seth set the tray down, then knelt on the floor to wait for Master to need something. Master made short order of the food it had taken Seth more than half an hour to prepare, while answering emails and texts on his phone. Seth took the tray away, and when he returned, Master was out of bed. "I need a shower," he said. Seth went to the master bath to turn on the shower, adjusting the temperature to what he knew Master favored. He hoped Master wouldn't make him come in, but of course he did; he always did. Sometimes he just told Seth to wash his back, but other times he wanted more. Seth took off his uniform and followed Master into the shower. He tried to think of it as a crowd shower in a locker room, but of course, it wasn't. This wasn't him and his fellow actor athletes after a practice or show, fucking around playfully with each other. This was showering with the boss, in his shower, at home. "Wash me," Master commanded. Seth washed Master's back, and held out the washcloth for Master to take. "Stupid Seth, I meant everywhere." Seth washed Master's whole body, head to toe, only passing over what he tried not to look at, Master's pathetic, tiny cock and shriveled balls. "All of me, Seth. Use your hands, not the washcloth." Seth washed the organs and perineum as quickly and clinically as he could. Still, the little cock got a little fat. Oh no... Seth thought, just as Master seized him by the hair and forced him down. Seth tried to plead with Master with his eyes, like any puppy dog would, but Master was unmoved. "I've got two words for you...SUCK IT!" He grabbed Seth's head with both his hands and forced him to do just that. It wasn't the first time so Seth no longer had to fight the urge to gag, but it didn't get any less degrading. It always went as long as Master wanted it to last; high and mighty Master struggled to get a full erection, let alone reach orgasm. Age and history of steroid use had left him with prostate problems and hormone imbalances. Again, Seth felt an air of superiority, even with a limpish peanut dick in his pretty mouth. After only a few minutes, Master released him. "Get me a towel." Seth did as he was told, and wrapped a second towel around his hips. He dried Master's back, but Master did the rest himself, and ordered Seth to lay out his clothes for the office; Wednesdays were the usual casual days, and from Master's walk-in closet Seth put together a nice outfit of charcoal gray dress pants, a white and gray striped dress shirt, and soft loafers. From the built-in drawers, Seth pulled out a pair of charcoal gray socks, and snickering, a gray bikini brief from a drawer of many. Master seemed to have a fetish for bikini briefs and thongs; he had dozens and dozens in every color of the rainbow, some were lacy and very feminine. Seth would never forget struggling not to laugh one afternoon while spotting for Master, who was bench pressing wearing nothing but a silky blue thong trimmed in white lace and a red ribbon rose. But, with Master doing his grooming in the bathroom, Seth was safe to chuckle. He made the bed and straightened his own things. He hung his lead and harness neatly, and folded his blanket. He sat down on his mattress and waited for Master to come out of the bathroom. Finally, he did, and ordered Seth to get ready. Seth slipped into the smelly master bath with relief. It was the only unbound, unsupervised alone time he enjoyed in his servitude, and even Master taking a shit (sometimes not even flushing), right before leaving didn't spoil the bathroom sanctuary for Seth. He'd simply spray Febreeze and take his sweet time with his grooming. Shit, shave, but he usually opted for the Jacuzzi tub rather than the shower. Unless, of course, he was told to hurry. Not this morning, though. He was free to soak in the bubbles until the bathwater cooled. The bathwater itself he scented with blue salts smelling of a tropical shore. But too soon, the water cooled, and Seth reluctantly drained the tub and toweled off. He cleaned the bathroom and got dressed in his uniform; the orange jail shirt and black boxer briefs. "Seth! Seth, get your lazy ass in here!" Master called him from the kitchen. Seth hurried to Master and froze in shock. The kitchen, which Seth had left clean and sparkling, had been defiled. "I was still hungry, so I thought I'd get myself a bowl of cereal. I'm afraid I... made a bit of a mess." Master stifled a laugh. Seth looked at the Lucky Charms and milk all over the counter, table, and floor, and grew red from impotent anger, which dissolved into despair. Tears welled in his eyes as he soaked up the mess on the table with paper towels. He sniffled. "Are you crying?" Master demanded. The tears spilled over, but Seth said nothing. If he spoke, he'd say something so ugly Master would destroy him, literally or just career-wise, but to Seth, career was everything. He had to be the best of the best, he would die if he had to wrestle in TNA, abroad, or even worse in some regional outfit. "You are crying, aren't you?" Master asked, but his tone was mock disbelief, devoid of any caring. Seth stayed mute, working on the mess Master had made on purpose. The tears continued to fall. He wished Master would leave him alone. "Honey, come on, we've gotta go," called Mistress to Master. "What about stupid Seth?" he asked her. "I guess he can come along. You know how everyone always wants to see the champ," Mistress replied. "You hear that, Seth?" Master asked. "Stop crying and get ready to go to the office." Mistress laughed. "He's crying?" She looked to confirm it. "Fuck yeah he is...Seth, there's no crying in wrestling! Hunter, what the hell did you to him?" "Nothing out of the usual," Master replied, and he and Mistress shared a laugh. "Maybe a day at the office isn't the best thing for our champion," Mistress pondered. "No, Ma'am, I want to go, please, Ma'am!" Seth begged. Master and Mistress whispered back and forth for what seemed like an eternity to Seth. "Okay, you can come along," Mistress said in the same tone she would use with a dog. "Hurry up and get dressed up nice. Don't forget your belt." Seth hurried back to the master bedroom to dress in his best for the office, all in black, dog tags hidden beneath his dress shirt. He didn't forget his championship belt, either. Nor would he forget what it symbolized, ultimate success. "There now, don't you look nice? Mistress half-complimented. "Do you need to go outside and go potty before we leave?" "No, Ma'am." "Are you sure?" "Yes, Ma'am." "Okay, get in the car." Seth loved going into work now that he was the champion, he was the center of attention. Also, he and his owners had agreed to a suspension of BDSM in the workplace. He was as free as they were. He went out for a late lunch with Joey and Jamie, and posted about it on Instagram. He posed with a few random fans for pics, and signed a few autographs. He hung out with the writers and peeked at future storylines. He stopped by video editing and watched some commercials featuring himself. Too soon, it was time to go to a late dinner in town. Just him and The Authority, in a private dining room at an upscale steakhouse. Due to the intimacy, and the amount of liquor his owners consumed, some of the BDSM tendencies kicked back in, and Seth was ordered to drink, too. He took it slow, but by the time the meal was over, he was feeling warm, fuzzy, buzzed. He excused himself. "No, I don't think so," Master said. Seth froze. His bladder, which felt like a hot ball, due to the alcohol, cramped. Seth winced, and sat down quickly, and rocked back and forth. "I don't know, Hunter. I don't want him peeing all over the car," Mistress ventured. "Good point," Master agreed. "You may be excused," he told Seth. "Thank you, Sir." Seth hurried from the room, blushing. Master and Mistress just looked annoyed. When Seth came back to the table, Mistress was signing a credit card slip for the check. Time to go back to where he'd been staying since he'd won the title. He couldn't think of it as "home". He had a pretty good feeling he was going to have a bad night. When Mistress drank, she got horny, and mean. The combination never bode well for Seth. Since Master was unable, Seth would stand in for whatever Mistress wanted with a cock, while Master watched, or helped, or … In the master bedroom, Seth was ordered to undress. He did, his heart beating hard. He was scared. He felt a drop of cold sweat run down his spine, all the way to the crack of his ass. He knew it was going to hurt. His bladder throbbed and he felt like he was going to be sick, and nothing to do with the liquor. Master locked him into his harness, but rather than hooking up his lead, Seth was ordered to drink three shots. Seth wanted to protest, he really didn't want to drink any more. He didn't want to get sick or have a hangover, which would lead to him being off all day tomorrow, no good during rehearsal or while practicing his lines. But, he knew that any resistance would only make his experience worse. The shots did numb him, and he did not turn down the beer offered to help wash them down, a rare mercy from Master. But, the reprieve was short-lived. Before he knew it, he was bent over a dressing table chair and handcuffed to it. Seth relaxed a little; he could handle spankings, paddlings, even the belt. Fortunately, Mistress didn't go further than that, at least she hadn't yet. "You've been a bad boy, Seth!" Mistress was clad in thigh-high black leather boots and black leather teddy, and carried a paddle, a wooden one like those used for hazing in frat houses everywhere. Seth felt it slam down on his ass, but with the numbing effect of the booze, he didn't feel that part so much. What hurt was his bladder. He'd broken the seal, and every paddle whack made him struggle not to piss. He had to squirm and try to pinch his cock between his legs. Mistress noticed. "Awww, do you have to pee?" "Yes, Ma'am." "That's too bad, you'll have to wait." "But, Ma'am-" "Butts are for kicking. Hunter is making drinks now, he'll take you out in a bit." She gave him another whack. "Please, Ma'am, stop," Seth begged, as he tried not to piss. Mistress giggled. "Stop? But, I'm just getting started." Master brought the drinks. "Thanks babe," Mistress said. "Dog needs to go out." "Bet he does," Master laughed drunkenly. Seth whimpered. He really didn't want to piss on the carpet, the punishment for that would certainly be something painful as hell, but bound to the chair, it was going to happen. His cock burned with the piss that threatened to leak out, and he knew he could only hold on for another minute, maybe two. "Please, Sir, Ma'am! I don't want to piss on the floor, and I'm about to, please don't make me piss on the floor!" Seth begged desperately., "You'd better not piss on the floor!" Mistress snapped. "Hunter, take him outside!" "Alright, alright." Master unlocked the handcuffs and Seth immediately held himself and sat back on his heels. He looked down in amazement at his swollen bladder. No wonder he was sheer seconds from pissing all over the place. "I really can't hold it, Sir!" Seth cried. "I won't make it outside!" Mistress laid out a puppy pad where the chair had been, and Seth pounced on it. He tried to piss slowly, to be neat about it, but his poor bladder wanted to explode. The puppy pad was soaked in no time. Lucky for Seth, Mistress had laid out another, because he couldn't stop pissing. He could slow the flow, but his body wanted the piss out, and pushed it out in huge gushes. The second puppy pad was reaching capacity. Mistress put down a third, and a fourth, and stood back, shaking her head. Seth was finally able to regain control over himself, and by the time he reached the fourth pad, he took a moment to recover. He sat back on his heels. He knew there was still more piss left in him, but his bladder hurt. "Are you finally done?" Mistress asked. "No!" Seth almost snapped, but he caught himself, and tacked on a "Ma'am". "Hurry up, I'm not done with you, yet." Of course not, Seth thought, bitterly as he made his sore bladder work somewhat, in short spurts. He thought it was finally empty, but because he'd been made to drink, he knew he'd need to go again soon, unless he drank some water. Seth went to get the trashcan, and sneak a glass of water. He cleaned up his mess, and took the trashcan back to the kitchen, sneaking in another glass of water. The water made him feel a lot better. He wasn't as drunk, and his somewhat queasy stomach was calmed. When he went back to the master bedroom, he was immediately handcuffed by Master, and led to the Tool Shed. Seth noticed Master's femme black thong, mesh with floral embellishments, and almost laughed aloud. In the Tool Shed, Seth was led to the ring (a smaller version of where he was a star) and handcuffed to a ring post, between the middle and lower turnbuckles. He could sit, but not stand. Mistress approached, vibrating tool in hand, lube in the other. She dripped the ice-cold lube into Seth's lap, and began using the tool on him. Seth got hard. "Good boy," Mistress praised, and straddled him. She rode him, and Seth did his best to think sexy thoughts, but it was hard to stay hard when his boss was twisting his nipples, slapping his face, and pulling his hair. Her nails scratched deep into his shoulders. Seth did not enjoy pain. All he could do was hope she came soon, and to help, he adjusted his hips, thrusting the entire length of his cock into her. That did the trick. Mistress cried out, raked her nails down his back, and Seth felt her orgasm. Master watched with approval, stroking his man-pantied crotch. Seth lost his erection immediately. Cold and businesslike, Mistress got up and wrapped herself in a silk robe. It was a symbolic gesture, she was done for the night. But, Master wasn't. "I can't cum, but all those drinks made me need a piss. I think I'll use Seth," Master decided. "Oh! That's a great idea!" Mistress exclaimed. "I was going to go to the bathroom, but why bother? I can piss on Seth, too!" Laughing, Mistress crouched on the bottom rope, grabbed the top rope to steady herself, and pissed right on Seth's chest. "Come on, Hunter! This is fun!" Mistress's piss ran down his chest and belly off into the ring. Master, not wanting to step in it, chose to piss on Seth's face, from the steel steps. Master's piss ran into the scratches on Seth's shoulders and made them sting, and once Master realized that, he concentrated his stream there, instead. Master uncuffed him once they'd finished pissing on him, and took off his harness. "Since you've been a good boy, you don't need to sleep in this tonight." "Thank you, Sir." Seth was truly grateful, the harness was terrible to sleep in. "Clean up your mess and go to bed." "Yes, Sir. May I shower, Sir?" Master considered it. "I guess so. After you clean up your mess." "Yes, Sir." Seth cleaned up the Tool Shed, showered, and happily went to bed on his futon mattress. He fell asleep right way, dreaming of greatness.
  20. View File Diaper punish for bedwettter young man Very nice Submitter husky Submitted 06/01/2016 Category Male Diaper Play & Wetting  
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    From our friends at http://www.diaperdow...0&max-results=7 But Downloaded for your convenience by the ever posting Rachel! Amy asks her friend Melanie around for a sleepover. However Melanie's mom says Amy is bad news and to stay away from her. Melanie sneaks out anyway and arrives with bottles of alcohol in her bag. The two girls get totally pissed and finally crash. Late next morning Amy's mom, Mrs Wong, finds the two girls still asleep. She rips off the blankets and is horrified to find both girls have wet themselves overnight. Their PJs are wet and so is the bed. When she finds empty booze bottles she really flips out and tells Amy she is going to diaper her in front of her friend. Melanie tells Amy her mom is a Fruit Loop! Mrs Wong phones Melanie's mom to come and pick her up. Melanie's mom is even more angry than Mrs Wong and tells her to dish out whatever punishment she sees fit. Now it is Melanie's turn to be diapered. Then she puts both girls in baby clothes. She feeds them baby food then locks the bedroom and bathroom doors and heads out for some shopping. When she returns an hour later she hits the roof. The girls have drunk another bottle of booze and peed into their diapers. She changes both as the protest and struggle. They have never been so humiliated. Then she tells them she must breast feed them. Melanie especially is mortified at having to suck on her friend's mom's breasts. Now she is certain Mrs Wong is just plain crazy but they are helpless to stop her. From our friends at http://www.diaperdow...0&max-results=7

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  22. Diaperpiss- Kitchen Domination View File A rather chatty "master" chastises a unwilling sub for wetting her bed by forcing her to stand on a plastic sheet in the kitchen and wet her bambino. He pulls her diaper down as she does the deed so we all get an unobstructed view! Submitter Phantomcat1867 Submitted 03/23/2015 Category Female Diaper Play & Wetting  
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    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

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  24. Master had always respected my choice to not tell my parents or my brother about the lifestyle Master and I chose for ourselves...until I got pregnant. Two weeks ago my parents and older brother learned something very new about their Anna. [ N O N - N E G O T I A B L E ] "It's not fair, Anna - I promised you, but you're pregnant with my child and I WILL be telling your parents...or rather, YOU will." Master offered, as we walked around Best Buy, my tiny hand in His - my bladder happily releasing into my diaper whenever it wanted. "Yes, Sir," I sighed, audibly - gaining me a disapproving look from my Owner. Out of new instinct, I placed my right palm over my growing belly and tried to feel the child within me. Master had moved on from the discussion and I knew He wouldn't be talking to me about it again -- Sir had made His decision. So, I stayed quiet - focusing on the baby and the growing diaper between my legs beneath one of the long dresses I always wore in public. "What about this one?" Master asked, pointing to a TV he wanted to buy for the living room. "Hmm? Oh, it's fine," I answered in a tone I immediately regretted and quickly looked to Master to judge His reaction. Genuine pouting is NEVER allowed and I knew it. Dropping my hand, Master turned towards me and wrapped His hand around my upper left arm. Not caring who was watching, He bunched my dress in his hands until the fabric was no longer covering my diaper...I didn't dare look around for onlookers. Noticing my diaper was full, Master nodded towards the bathroom and pointed with one hand, while tucking the front of my dress in the waist band of my diaper. "Go in the bathroom. Take off your diaper and return to me. You have three minutes. Go." That tone was absolutely gutting and I hurried off to the bathroom, already sobbing - ignoring any gawking expressions I rushed into the ladies room, flung off my diaper as a bit of pee dribbled down my leg; tugging my dress down around me, I almost ran to Master, standing before Him with my head down. Already my inner thighs were glistening with a new small stream, but I didn't dare move. "Why am I angry, Anna?" Master asked through gritted teeth, looking down at me as a tiny little speck of wet formed between my feet on the ugly Best Buy carpet. "B-be-because Your nothing started to have a hissy fit." I answered, always reverting to absolute submission when Master was angry. "You will walk, slowly to the front entrance and you will slowly walk to the car. Stand by the car and wait for me...facing the store - if I catch you trying to hide, your punishment will be worse. Do not speak to anyone, that includes me. Go. Now." It must have been the fear of Master's anger that caused my bladder to give up, completely - because I started gushing, and unable to stop it, I turned and slowly started walking to the exit - leaving a trail of piss behind me. When Master finally walked outside, thirty minutes later, I was soaked, standing on a wet spot on the asphalt and so incredibly eager to make Him happy again. Once we returned home, Master walked into the front door and waited for me to follow, stopping me to remove my dress before shoving it in my arms. "Go to the kennel," Master commanded, making my heart sink. I HATED the kennel -- "Your dress is your blanket," he almost growled, following me to the kennel (a rather large cage with plenty of room to be safe). With trepidation, I crawed inside, laid down and covered myself with my piss-soaked dress. Crouching down, once Master locked me in, He cradled my chin and pulled my gaze to His - a surprising gentleness in his touch, "They will love you the same," Master nodded and turned from me, shutting off the lights. It would be a long night.
  25. File Name: Schoolgirl Hall Punishment File Submitter: Sissyboi File Submitted: 22 Jun 2014 File Category: Skirt Wetting Japanese Schoolgirl is made to stand in the hall holding two buckets of water. She needs to pee and before long, has an accident and mops it up afterwards. Click here to download this file