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  1. Hangover

    Chapter One The first thing Amber was aware of as she woke up was that her head was a little fuzzy. She groaned as she realised that she had too much to drink last night. The next thing she became aware of was that she was not in her bed, but on her friend Samantha’s sofa, and Sam was stood over her looking very pissed off. “Look at what you’ve done,” said Sam. Amber followed Sam’s gaze down to her crotch, and realised that she was lying in a wet patch. She reached under the skirt she was still wearing from the night before and felt that the tights underneath were wet, and clinging to her. “I…I don’t understand,” said Amber as she began to realise what had happened. “Let me clear things up for you then,” said Sam, “You had too much to drink, embarrassed yourself at the party by laying across some old perv’s lap so he could ‘spank’ you, then you came back here with me, because you were worried that your mum would be annoyed if you came home that drunk. You woke up all the neighbours on the way in, and my little brother and sister. Then you collapsed on my sofa and to top it all off, you’ve gone and pissed yourself all over it.” “I’m sorry. I’m so embarrassed,” said Amber. She wasn’t lying. The rest of it was quite bad, but wetting herself was incredibly humiliating. She’d never had an accident, at least not since being old enough to remember. Holly, a girl at school a few years back had, and she had been teased mercilessly for it, and Amber had joined in with the teasing. One particular comment was coming back to haunt her now. Amber had told Holly that if she still wet her knickers like a baby, she should wear nappies. Amber had thought it funny at the time. She didn’t anymore. “You should be embarrassed, and you will be. You’re my friend, and I’ve tried to warn you not to drink so much when we go out. Anything could happen to you. Luckily for you, my parents are away, so I can teach you a little lesson today.” “Teach me a lesson?” asked Amber. She didn’t like where this was heading. “Yes. You won’t like it, but just in case you get any ideas…” Sam showed Amber a picture on her phone. It showed Amber, lying on the sofa in the school uniform costume she had worn to the party last night. Her face was clearly visible. As if the puddle she was lying in wasn’t telling enough, her knees were up and her legs parted, giving a clear view up her skirt. It was very obvious that she had wet herself. “Are you blackmailing me?” asked Amber. “I guess I am,” said Sam. “I don’t want to send this to anybody. If you do as you’re told, you’re going to have a very embarrassing time, but it won’t leave this house. If you refuse to co-operate, then this goes out to all our friends. Your call.” Amber thought about it, but only briefly. That picture could not get out. She had seen what had happened to Holly, had been part of it, when she had wet herself, and they had all been younger then. She didn’t want everybody knowing her dirty secret. “What do you want me to do?” Amber asked.
  2. So me and my lover were doing more abdl stuff. We opened up our new diaper pack, Super soft, super comfy, and adorable. They were ABU preschool abdl diapers off of ebay (HIGHLY RECOMMEND, if you love cute designs and thick diapers that can hold a lot these are for you). We were so excited to try these ones out. These ones you could see the wet patch growing from the outside and they were perfectly fitting to me and my lover. They came in a cute package that came with a thank you letter for shopping from them, stickers, and lollipops to enjoy with our diapers to really add on. He changed me into mine first and then i changed him into his. We filled up our water bottles and sat there cuddling in bed. I started squirming around as we watched our show. He ran his hand up my thigh and began rubbing between my legs hard against my diaper. "Mmmmmmm you gotta go potty baby?" he said in a low seductive voice. I nodded and kept holding on as much as i could, him not far behind my level of need. "You gonna pee your diaper like the naughty girl you are?" i nodded again, sucking my pacifier and blushing Within an hour or so we could not take it any longer, both sitting there holding ourselves. "Can you hold it any longer baby?" he asked me, i shook my head, legs shaking, holding myself, and whining softly. "Do you wanna wet yourself like the bad girl you are?" he asked, i moaned and nodded. He began rubbing my diapered crotch again and i rubbed him back. We sat there and he kept encouraging me to let go. "I gotta go potty so badly baby" i mumbled through my pacifier. "You wanna let go now? wanna pee in your diaper?" he replied back, i nodded and bounced up and down. "You can do it baby... it's gonna feel so good to let go, it'll feel so warm", his descriptive only made me more desperate to pee. He rubbed me harder and kissed my neck. "Pee baby, be my bad little girl and pee your diaper" he commanded. I squirmed more and more and began to leak "It's gonna come out! i cant hold it anymore!" i said. "Pee baby.... pee for me!" he said, and soon after i began wetting my diaper, once he felt my diaper getting warm he began peeing as well. Once we were done after about a minute, he rubbed me again and smiled "You are so naughty, such a bad little girl" he said seductively. I kept peeing and peeing after every 3 minutes due to how much i drank. Soon we began passionately kissing and holding each other. "I've been such a naughty girl baby" i moaned to him. "Yes you have baby, i love my bad naughty girl" he moaned back. I kissed him even deeper and asked him what he was gonna do about it. "I'm gonna punish you for being so bad" he said and flipped me over and began smacking my ass. He gave a good smack on one cheek after another, then both cheeks, and rubbed my ass after each smack. I kept moaning and begging for more as my wet diaper rubbed against me. Soon after we got changed, cleaned up and had some fun ;)
  3. Warning Nudity after the wetting vk.com/videos226916380?section=all#/videos226916380?section=all&z=video206044469_169225604%2Fpl_226916380_-2
  4. SOMEONE WHO CARES

    Hello everyone! I'm not really active on the site, but I'm trying to write a story in english and I thought I could share it with all of you here. I hope you will like it as much as I enjoyed writing it! English is not my first language, so I hope you will understand everything... I would be glad to have feedback, even if you want to say you don't like the story. I'm open to any critics, and I really want to progress! Enjoy the reading! I STARTED THIS STORY 2 YEARS AGO AND THE TOPIC IS NOW DEAD. I FELT LIKE CONTINUING IT (I’M SO SORRY NOT TO BE REGULAR IN MY POSTS… I WORK A LOT AND I FORGOT ABOUT THIS STORY) SO I CREATED A NEW TOPIC. I POST THE FIRST THREE CHAPTERS: FOR THOSE WHO FOLLOWED MY STORY TWO YEARS AGO, YOU’LL FIND THE LAST CHAPTER AT THEN END OF THIS ENDLESS POST. :) The story focuses on a relationship between a teacher and his student. I don't want to say too much before you read, but you should just know that this will be a tutor fiction (no sex). ------------ CHAPTER ONE Alexander was slumped on a chair in front of the door of the director’s office, his blue eyes closed. His brown curled hair skimming his eyelids with indolence. He had to play his role until the end. Be indifferent, stay cool. However, in his head, he felt boiling with rage. Rage against himself. Against his bloody behaviour. He was the same bad boy he had been ever since he could remember. Except that this time… This time, he had gone too far. Why did he have to explode like that? Why did he have to satisfy that asshole? His maths teacher had had that sadistic smile when he got up, after getting punched. Yes, Alexander punched his teacher during class. What a silly thing to do when you know that Mr Bryant was waiting for a reason to kick him out of the school. The teen just gave him the right reason to do so. Because nobody would want to hear what his maths teacher said to him before he lost control. Nobody would want to know that Mr Bryant deserved to be hurt. Or maybe there was someone. As he saw Mr Blanchot coming up from the stairs with a furious gaze, Alexander raised up on his chair, feeling suddenly anxious. Until his French teacher appeared in the corridor, he had been able to fake the nonchalance. But, now he just couldn’t anymore. He just couldn’t deceive him. He didn’t care about anybody else. But Mr Blanchot was the only one who decided to believe in him. Alexander didn’t know why though, he was such a disappointment everyday. As his teacher approached him, Alexander felt his heart beat faster. But, surprisingly, Mr Blanchot didn’t even look at him. He went through the door and slapped it with violence behind him. As though he didn’t hear a noise during the fifteen minutes he had been sitting there, he could clearly hear now his French teacher yell from the director’s office. ---- As he entered the office, Léopold Blanchot noticed the presence of the kid’s tutor, his colleague Mr Bryant and the school’s principal. His nostrils shuddered with anger. He faced his superior, two fists knocked on his desk. From his height, he dominated the man with no difficulty. “As I heard from a colleague, you want to expel Alexander?” he said, as a rhetorical question. “Calm down Léopold. Please take a seat and let’s discuss this reasonably.” Demanded the principal. “You want me to calm down, Paul? Do you know how many humiliations this kid had to endure with that horrible man?” said Léopold, pointing Mr Bryant. Mr Bryant suddenly rose up from his chair with irritation. “Did you at least see what that little freak did to my face? Look at my nose!” he shouted, pointing his bleeding nose. “Oh stop it, Bryant! I’m sure you deserved more than that little punch he gave you!” “Principal! How can you let a teacher say such things?” said Bryant, revolted. “Stop it! Both of you calm down!” said the director with authority. “Paul, please. Can we at least discuss this? You can’t let this poor boy return to this dreadful orphanage!” said Léopold. “I’m afraid I can’t do more for that kid, Léopold…”he responded. “He deserves to be expelled, Blanchot. Just look at what he did to a teacher!” said Bryant. “I think we already know what you want, Bryant, so please stay out of it.” Léopold threatened. “Léopold, please calm down. Now, Mr Bryant, please be reassured. You already know that his tutor can’t be responsible of Alexander anymore; he was on probation and broke the rules. And without any tutor, the kid can’t stay in this school. So please calm down and go back to your students.” Said Paul with calm. As soon as Mr Bryant got out of the office, Léopold sat on a chair with weariness. “We have to do something, Paul. I know this kid is not dangerous. He just needs someone to educate him. Look at his grades! That’s the reason why you accepted to let him stay in your school! He’s a genius and you know that.” “I know he is a very smart boy, Léopold. But he has gone too far. Hit a teacher, Léopold. Do you know how bad this is?” “I know, Paul. I surely know that he will never be accepted by another school because of that little punch I’m sure Bryant deserved!” “But, look Léopold, even if I wanted to let him stay here, he couldn’t. He can’t have a tutor anymore, it won’t be accepted. And I can’t let a kid stay in the dorms without a tutor, it’s not legal!” “But I refuse to give up on him. He is a good kid, Paul. I’m sure he just needs someone to be there for him. He is a child, for god’s sake! How can we abandon a child that easily? A kid with such a bright future…” Léopold turned to the tutor who didn’t open his mouth during the whole meeting. “I would like to help you, but it’s not my decision here. Alexander broke the rules. Too many rules. The only thing he has left is the orphanage. I’m sorry, but that’s the way it is…” he said, sorry. “No! That can’t be his only option! I refuse to tell that brilliant kid that he has to be sent back to the orphanage. He needs someone, Paul.” Léopold begged. His colleague and friend looked at him with sympathy, yet disbelief. But suddenly, the tutor’s eyes twinkled. “If you really want to help him, there might be a solution…” said the tutor. “Tell us, please!” Léopold shouted with hope. ---- When Alexander saw his horrible maths teacher coming out from the principal’s office, he felt his fists clenching again. His eyes burning, he confronted him with pride. He confronted his teacher’s despiteful gaze with coldness. “You should enjoy your last minutes here, Alexander. You will return to your original place soon. And it will be a relief for everyone.” Bryant said with a smile. The presence of his French teacher three foots from him convinced Alexander that it was not a good idea to respond. He held back his rage, closing his eyes. Mr Bryant left him with his frustration. ---- “Well, the only way to let Alexander stay in school is the adoption.” The tutor said prudently. “The adoption?” said Léopold, not sure how to understand this. “Yes. This is the only solution I can think of. Nobody wants to adopt a thirteen years old with violence issues… But you could.” “What are you saying?” Léopold said, in shock. “I’m saying that if you really want to help him, you could adopt him. But, I understand why you wouldn’t… He’s really not easy to deal with. Seriously, who would like to take care of a disturbed kid like Alexander?” the tutor asked. Léopold looked at the tutor with disappointment, then turned away to face his colleague. “Paul, I need to know if you would let him stay if I knew someone who could take care of the kid. Please.” “Léopold… Are you sure you want to go this far?” asked the director, understanding who was that “someone”. “Just answer the question, please.” “I don’t really decide you know… He would still have to go to disciplinary committee. I can support him, but I’m not the only one to take the decision. If you really decide to do this, Léo, you have to prepare a really good speech… It won’t be easy.” The principal advised. “I know. But I just can’t turn the back from my beliefs. He is a good kid, I’m positive about it. I just can’t give up on him.” “He has to be okay with it too, you know.” Said the tutor. “I know. We’ll see what he feels about it. But I need to know that you will support him during the committee too. I’m begging you. You know Alexander deserves to be at school.” “Yes, I will. But, you should be prepared, Mr Blanchot… He is not so easy to deal with, you know…” the tutor said. “Maybe he is not, but he still needs to be taken care of. Whatever he does, he’s still a kid.” Léopold said, serious. ---- After another hour, Alexander was still waiting in the corridor, anxious. Was it that complicated to expel him from school? Why was it so long? As he was gnawing his nails with apprehension, the door opened on his French teacher. “Come in, please.” Said Mr Blanchot with a serious gaze. As he stood up, the teen felt a pinch in his bladder. He had waited so long on this chair. He had to pee badly. But he couldn’t go right now, unfortunately… Entering the room, he noticed the principal’s annoyed gaze and his tutor’s tired one. “Seat down, Alexander.” said the principal. Seating down, he faced the three men, looking serious and apprehensive. Why they were apprehensive, he didn’t know. “You overtook the limits today, Alexander. What you did to Mr Bryant is inexcusable.” The principal said. “I don’t know if you realise the chance you have to be in this school. And if you realise how much we are trying to let you stay here, despite your faults.” “You are not kicking me out?” Alexander asked, surprised. “I’m not saying that you won’t. But there might be an alternative to your return to the orphanage.” “What? I won’t have to go back there?” the teen asked with hope. “Leopold, you want to explain it to him?” proposed the principal, turning towards his colleague. His French teacher seemed a bit nervous. He had never seen him nervous before. He was such a strict man usually, so proud and confident. “After what you did today, no tutor can take care of you anymore. You would have to go back to the orphanage. But, we might have a solution… I proposed myself to take care of you from now on.” Mr Blanchot said. “What..?” Alexander said, incredulous. “I would be adopting you. You would be in my charge. That way, you have a big chance to stay in school.” “You would adopt me…” the teen repeated, lost. “Yes, I would adopt you. You would be living with me, in my house, under my rules.” “You really want to adopt me?” he asked, in shock. “Yes, I do. But, the question is: do you prefer to stay with me or go back to the orphanage? Because I can tell you that this kind of behaviour will never be accepted with me, Alexander.” He said, with authority. “Of course, I want to stay here! But I don’t deserve it…” “What you deserve is a spank on your bum, kid. And I don’t think you would find someone who will treat you as a kid back there.” “I’m not a kid anymore.” Grunted Alexander, bushing as Mr Blanchot mentioned a spank. “Oh yes, you are, my boy. And you need to be treated that way. Believe me; it won’t be easy to be living with your French teacher.” He responded, a little smile on his face. “Now, Alexander, we will let you talk with Mr Blanchot. By five, we need to know your answer about the adoption. You have to think about it seriously, it’s a really important decision in your life. But, just so you know, you won’t stay unpunished for what you did today. If you decide to stay here, you will have to pay for what you did to Mr Bryant.” the principal said. Alexander lowered his head, feeling stupid. “Come with me now.” Said his French teacher. As they left the office, Alexander felt his heart beat fast. He could not believe of what was happening to him. The man he admired the most was willing to adopt him… He suddenly remembered his full bladder and was happy to be behind the adult. He couldn’t resist putting a hand on his crotch, trying not to leak in his briefs. He really had to pee now… But he couldn’t dare asking for the loo. He was a big boy, he could hold it. At least he convinced himself that he could… ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 2 Léopold and Alexander entered in an office, full of books, papers and stuff everywhere. When he saw French titles on most of the books, Alexander knew he was in Mr Blanchot’s office. It was the perfect image of an organized chaos. So many books everywhere, on the floor, on the desk, on the walls. Some paintings and black and white pictures were hanging on the walls as well. It was full of humanity, full of light. And somewhat, it was contrasting with his teacher’s strict mood. With a white long hand, Blanchot invited his student to sit on a chair, in front of his desk, while he seated on his own chair. Separated by the wooden desk, Alexander felt reassured. He could easily hold back his pee without being seen. Or at least he thought. His elbows on the table, his hands reunited together against his delicate chin, the French teacher took a very long and serious gaze at the teenager. Obviously, the kid was not feeling at ease. His legs nervously crossed, his elusive glance, his trembling hands were showing his intimidation. It was surprising, even after what happened. Léopold had always seen the kid being insolent and proud at anytime. Maybe Alexander was being reluctant to the adoption idea? The teacher felt a pinch of hurt inside. He didn’t know why. After all, it happened so fast! He never wanted to be a parent before. Then, why was the idea of adopting Alexander so natural? And how come he felt so sad about the possible kid’s refusal? Looking at Alexander’s apparent dread, Léopold decided to let his emotions aside. “I think you already realized that what you did today was completely irresponsible. Whatever you decide to do with your life, you will still have to go and apologize, kid. Is that understood?” he asked, strict. “Yes, sir. But… He really said mean things to me. He deserved to be punched, believe me!” Alexander said angrily, with a tear in the eye. Before the teen discreetly vanished it with his hand, his teacher had noticed his tear. “I can imagine what this horrible man said to you Alexander. And believe me; I won’t let him forget it. But you are the kid. He is the adult, and the teacher. Even if he deserves a punch in the nose, you are not in the position to do it.” The teacher said, understanding. “Nobody does anything… How can I defend myself if I can’t do anything and nobody cares?” the teen asked, his burning face looking the floor. “You really think nobody cares?” Léopold asked, with a little laugh. “What do you think I’m doing then? I’m getting in trouble with the principal for you, kid. I compromise my career because I believe you deserve to be heard. Do you even realize how hard I try for you?” he continued, his voice raising. “Why do you do it if it’s that hard?” the teen replied, insolent. “Here we are, you put your little brat mask again. But, you’re not lucky with me, it doesn’t work. You cry for help, kid, and I see it. So stop this little game with me or I will get really mad. And believe me, you don’t want to.” Léopold threatened, “If you want to know, I care for you because I think you deserve it. You are a child, and you should know the comfort of living as one. Now you have the choice, boy.” He continued, softly. “What choice?” asked Alexander, lost. “You can go back to the orphanage, uneducated but as the proud little brat you play. Or you can come home with me as the kid you should be, but you will have to let your little mask away. That is your choice, Alexander.” The teacher said, preoccupied by Alexander’s nervous hands. “I don’t know. Can I… Can I get out, sir?” the teen asked, desperate to pee. He was in such a bad situation right now. Facing the man he admired the most, he couldn’t admit the horrible state he was in. He couldn’t tell him that he was so close to having an accident in his pants. His bladder was so heavy that any movement made him feel on the urge to explode. His legs crossed under the table, he couldn’t hold back his hands from his crotch. He had to grip his penis, harder and harder, otherwise he would let some drops of pee fall in the back of his briefs. He didn’t know how much time he could wait… He couldn’t even concentrate on what his teacher was saying. He was obsessed by his desperation. “Are you kidding me, Alexander?” asked his teacher, incredulously, “Do you realize how bad this situation is? You want to get out and play with your friends like nothing happened, is that it?” he screamed, furious, “It’s too late, kid! Now, you are going to take your responsibility! You are going to listen to me, and take your decision. It’s a life decision you’re taking, realize it!” he continued, harder. Alexander felt his heart beat faster. His teacher didn’t know how much the teen was intimidated by him. The kid knew exactly how bad the situation was. Perhaps as bad as his desperation was… “I’m sorry, sir. That’s not what I meant.” He said, shaking. “Then focus, kid. Bryant is waiting for you to be out of here, and if you want to change that, you will have to put some effort too. You won’t get out of this office until we talked about all this, is that clear?” Léopold said, serious. “Yes, sir…” he replied, slumping on his chair, trying to hide his nervous legs. “And sit up straight, for god’s sake!” his teacher screamed. As Alexander stood up straight on the chair, he gave up his penis, now in his teacher’s sight. But the second he did, he felt a drop leave his penis and flow at the end of his grey briefs. He crossed his legs even closer, hoping his teacher didn’t notice anything. “Now, do you understand that if you come with me, you will legally be my child?” his teacher asked, serious. “You would be my… dad?” Alexander asked, blushing with hope. “Exactly. What you really have to understand is that I will have every right on you, Alexander. And that mean that these kind of stupid acts will be forbidden and severely punished with me. If you decide the adoption, it will be hard to adjust. Of course, I’m severe, you already know me. But I also want to give you a chance to be happy.” His teacher said, strict. “Oh, no…” the teen moaned, blushing. He suddenly felt a small spurt of pee running on his penis and wetting his briefs. He just couldn’t hold it. He was so desperate to pee now. He had to go! Fortunately, his pants didn’t show anything. He could feel his briefs wet, but his pants were dry. “Are you okay, Alexander? I know, it’s hard to decide. You don’t know how it is to live with me, and I am very strict. But, you have to understand that I want the best for you. I’m not here to make you suffer. I only want to let you be a kid.” “No, I know. It’s not…” he moaned again. He was now doing a pee dance on his chair. He just couldn’t stay still. He felt he was going to let go any second now. “You don’t have to justify, Alexander. It’s completely normal to be afraid. Now, I think it would be good for you to know what will happen in both cases. Maybe, it will help you relax. You shouldn’t be so nervous, kid. I promise, I just want the best for you.” He said, worrying about the teen’s behaviour. The kid looked so frightened. “Sir…” said Alexander, a tear rolling on his burning cheek. He felt another spurt leave his bladder. A long one this time. He felt his pee rolling along his panty, wetting his bum. In a moan, he put his hand back on his crotch. He was going to have an accident in his pants… His pants didn’t show in the front, but he already knew that on the bottom there was a very noticeable patch of pee. Feeling another spurt of hot pee rolling in his briefs and dripping on the chair, Alexander beat his lower lip, trying desperately to hold his pee back. He felt all wet in his pants. He didn’t know how he would be able to hold any longer now. Another moan left his mouth. He was holding his crotch even harder, not even willing to hide himself from his teacher. It was too late for that. Now he just wanted to escape the inevitable accident in front of him… He took a shameful look at his teacher, scared of his reaction. Another tear rolled, as another small spurt of pee left his penis. “What’s wrong, Alexander?” asked Léopold, disconcerted by the sudden fragility of the boy. “Oh no… Pee…” the teen moaned softly, feeling another small spurt wetting his pants. “Do you need to pee, my boy?” asked gently his teacher, hearing Alexander’s complain. Finally raising his burning head, the kid looked at his teacher with pain. “Yes… I need to pee so bad…” he admitted, ashamed. “Oh boy, why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, confuse. “Ah… I’m gonna pee myself, sir!” Alexander complained, legs shaking badly. Léopold rose up from his chair and went to his student in quick steps. “Let’s get you to the bathroom before you have an accident in your pants.” He said with authority. He didn’t want to move. He knew his teacher would see his soaked pants… His teacher would see that the school’s bad boy just couldn’t hold his pee. How would Mr Blanchot still want to adopt him after that? He was so mad at himself. He wanted to hide, disappear from this office. He couldn’t face the disgust in his teacher’s look. “Come on, kid. You don’t want to pee in your pants, do you?” his teacher asked, softly. The teen couldn’t hide anymore… He had to show his humiliating accident to his favourite teacher. He tried to think of an issue, but there was none. He had to face his shame. As Alexander got up, he felt another long spurt leaving his full bladder, dripping in his pants. Moaning, he felt another tear roll. He was so ashamed. He was having an accident in front of his French teacher… He couldn’t hold a small sob leaving his throat. Léopold couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The boy had already peed his pants. He was in such a shock that he couldn’t hold his surprise. “Your pants are completely wet! Did you already pee your pants, kid?” he asked, confused. “I’m sorry… I couldn’t hold it…” the teen answered, in a long sob. “Come on, then.” Léopold said, in a hurry. He took firmly the shaking boy by the arm and almost ran through the corridor, willing to prevent a bigger accident. Alexander was holding his penis with pain. He was losing some drops of pee every foot he was walking. Finally arrived to the toilets, Alexander was happy that everybody was in class. His teacher opened a door, still holding his arm. Pushing him softly into the toilet stall, he left him alone and closed the door. “I’m waiting for you outside.” His teacher said, strictly. Alexander was not even able to let go his hands from his crotch. He felt that if he let his hands go, he wouldn’t be able to hold it. Another spurt came out, dripping along his legs, wetting his socks. In a moan, he swore. He was such a kid. How come he couldn’t hold it at his age? The pressure was so hard… His bladder was hurting badly now. He had to stop dancing like a child and open his trousers. He had to regain control on his body. He was not going to pee his pants! He was not a child! As he let go his crotch, he felt another long spurt go and wet all the front of his clear blue jeans. He tried to open the first button with great difficulty, but when he finally managed to do it, it was too late. The teenager felt a succession of long spurts of pee wetting his whole pants, with noise. A puddle of pee was growing at his feet. Even when he tried to grasp his penis again, the flow didn’t stop. He had lost total control of his bladder. His pants were darkened by pee, and he couldn’t hide from anyone that he just had an accident. Mostly, he couldn’t hide it from himself. Alexander suddenly felt so mad at himself. He couldn’t believe he had an accident just at that time. Just when his dream was becoming true. Now nobody, and mostly not Mr Blanchot, would be willing to be his dad. His tears were burning his already red cheeks. He was so angry that he didn’t even realize that he was punching the wall with violence. “Fuck… Fuck… FUCK!” he yelled, blinded by the anger. He didn’t even hear his teacher coming back to the bathroom. Nor even did he heard him open the door of the cabin. Nor even did he saw his teacher looking at him with worry, sincere worry. When he saw the boy, soaked, in his own puddle of pee, Léopold felt very sad for him at first. Then he realized what the boy was doing to himself… Punching the wall in front of him, the boy was grazing his fists with pure anger. When he heard the boy scream from the corridor, he knew that he didn’t make it. But never would he have thought that Alexander would react with such violence against himself. Léopold entered the cabin, and firmly catch the boy’s arms. “Stop it, Alexander.” He said softly. “Let go of me!” the teen screamed, trying to evade his teacher’s grip. “I won’t.” the man replied. “Stop it! Don’t look at me!” the boy cried. “I am looking at you, kid. And I won’t stop. Now, calm down.” Léopold said gently. “Please. Let me go.” Begged Alexander, sobbing. The French teacher released the boy’s hands, just to lure him to his own chest. The man’s arms were embracing the boy with tenderness. “Please, let me go.” Repeated the boy, punching his teacher’s chest. “I won’t let you go.” Replied Léopold. Soon the punches were replaced by long and uncontrollable sobs. Alexander couldn’t stop crying. These arms were all he needed. Since always. He relaxed so much that he didn’t even realize his own arms grasping his teacher’s sweater. He needed someone to save him for so long now. “It’s over now, kid. I won’t let you go.” Léopold said, softly. He felt he couldn’t let the kid go. For the boy. But also for him. Léopold already knew at that moment that he couldn’t let Alexander go, whatever decision he would take. “I’m sorry…” cried Alexander. “It’s okay, my boy. You just had an accident; it happens. Now it’s over.” “I didn’t want to pee my pants. I tried, I swear…” the teen said, in a sob. “I know, kid. Next time, just ask me for the loo before you go in your panties. It’s always better to pee in the toilet instead of your pants, isn’t it?” Leopold said, gently. “I’m sorry. I thought I could hold it.” Alexander murmured, grasping even harder his teacher’s back. “Stop apologising, Alexander. It’s over now. I’m sure we will find dry pants at the infirmary, then we’ll continue our conversation before you take your final decision.” Reassured the man. Ruffling the boy’s curled hair, the teacher could feel Alexander calming down. The sobs were more and more distant. But the boy’s head was more and more sunk into his chest. “I don’t need to discuss more… Please be my dad.” The teen said nervously. Léopold’s ruffle suddenly stopped. He just couldn’t believe Alexander’s words. He was going to be a dad. His dad. “Don’t think that we are done talking just because you took your decision, my boy.” The teacher said. But the authority wasn’t even here. He was too happy at that moment to play the teacher. Now, he was already a dad. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- CHAPTER 3 (Here it is, finally! (:) After a moment, Leopold and Alexander broke the embrace, not without a little regret. The boy was looking at his shoes, trying to hide his red and wet face. He was ashamed of his lack of control. He didn’t manage to hold neither his pee nor his tears from getting out… Léopold himself had almost forgot about the accident for a moment. The boy’s wet pants made him realized how embarrassed his student should feel. “Come on, boy. Let’s go to the infirmary, I’m sure we can find some trousers for you.” The teacher said while putting an arm around the boy’s shoulders. They cross the empty hallway and tumbled down the stairs to the infirmary. Alexander was hiding himself against his teacher in fear to meet a student. He couldn’t bare the idea of someone spreading all around the school that he peed his pants. Everybody would see that he was not the rebel he claimed to be. Hopefully, nobody came across. As they entered the room, Leopold almost smiled thinking that it would be the first time the nurse would see Alexander coming in here because of a pee accident and not because of his usual wounds of fights. But as soon as the nurse saw Alexander’s state, she immediately crossed over her desk and took the boy to the other room in an accustomed and indifferent attitude. Leopold was surprised by her professional behaviour, she reacted as she was confronted to that kind of incidents every day. After his first surprise, Leopold was thankful that she didn’t make any difference between students. He waited a few minutes alone before the nurse came back with Alexander in a pair of clean jeans. Before she came behind her desk again, she said gently to the boy: “I’ll see you again soon, Alexander”. “Thank you, Laura” said Leopold before taking the boy out. He kept wondering why she was that kind to Alexander when she had to take care of his anger issues and several injuries almost every week. But he thought it was not the time for questions, and brought the boy back to his office. While he was about to go back to his seat, Alexander suddenly stopped his movement. He had forgot about the little puddle of pee stagnating on the chair. His teacher reacted immediately and brought out a rag out a cupboard and hurried to wipe the rests of the accident. “I’m so sorry…” murmured the boy, shamefully. “Don’t worry about it anymore, boy. As I already told you, accidents happen.” Leopold replied softly, “Now sit, please. We still have some things to figure out and we don’t have much time.” He continued, looking at his watch. Leopold served himself and Alexander a glass of water before seating back to his own chair. He gave the boy a serious gaze. “As you know already, you have to give the headmaster your final answer by 5. So, I repeat the question: Are you sure you want me to be your guardian ?” the teacher asked, seriously. “Yes, I’m sure. Are you?” said the teen, looking back into his teacher’s eyes. “I am sure.” He answered with a smile. “You will come into my house tomorrow, after the end of class. Tonight you will have to get all your stuff ready to move out. Is that okay with you so far?” he asked. “Yes.” Alexander said. “Good. We don’t have much time to talk about the rules and the rights while you will be under my full authority. But, there is one thing to know already: the absolute rule is when I say no, it is NO. Don’t even try to exceed or break this rule or you will be severely punished. Is that clear?” Asked the teacher with a threatening voice. “Yes, it is clear.” Answered softly Alexander, with a point of fear in his voice. “Good. Tomorrow we will have more time to discuss, I promise. However, if you already worry about the possible dissension between us living together – maybe you will prefer the orphanage after facing my severity –, you will have one month try before deciding if you want to stay or not. Nevertheless, during this month you will be under my guard, fully and completely. Understood?” asked Leopold “Yes, sir.” Answered Alexander. “Alright, then. If you think about any question at all, or any request, write them down tonight and we will discuss it tomorrow night, at home.” The teacher said, more kindly. As Alexander heard his teacher saying “home” he felt a sudden heat in his stomach. He would discover a home, a real home. He could feel the corners of his mouth raising slowly on the cheeks. Leopold felt a real joy noticing the boy’s smile. He realised that he wanted to see it every day. He let Alexander lost himself in his thoughts for a few seconds, but he had to break the sudden joy... They went to the headmaster’s office to officialise their arrangement. Alexander’s tutor was there too. He seemed happy to know that the boy was going to know an other home than the orphanage. And he was also happy for himself… He wouldn’t have to be ruled by Alexander’s terrible temperament any longer. He promised to be at Leopold’s house tomorrow night with the adoption’s contract. Alexander was going to stay in school until his disciplinary audience, planed for a couple of weeks from today. It was around six o’clock when Leopold and Alexander left the office. They looked at each other with an intrigued gaze. They were both different from now on. Alexander was not just a student anymore. Leopold was not just a teacher anymore. “I’ll see you tomorrow, boy. Have a good night.” Said Leopold with a little embarrassment. “Yeah… Good night, professor.” Said Alexander, even more embarrassed. As Alexander went back to his room, he couldn’t realize this was his last night here. He suddenly felt emotional. He dreamt so many times to get out of here. And now it was finally his last night… He couldn’t fall asleep this night. He had too much in his mind. His head was full of questions. How was it going to be? Would his teacher be happy with him? And would he be happy with his teacher? The day after, Alexander was very tired. He didn’t sleep much and couldn’t focus on his classes. He couldn’t wait to discover his new home. But in the same time, he was feeling frightened. And all the questions his comrades asked him all day about the accident with Mr. Bryant the day before were beginning to try his patience… During French class, he couldn’t look at his teacher. He was petrified by Mr. Blanchot’s gaze. He could feel his heart beat strong, and his face was constantly blushing. His best friends looked at him with curiosity. Alexander never showed any trouble before, he was usually so proud and strong. And when his best friend Ben asked him what was going on, Alex refused to answer. At the end of classes, the boy didn’t even say goodbye and rushed out of class in silence, despite his friends calling after him. He didn’t know where to wait for his teacher and decided to go to his office. It took him a few seconds before knocking on the door. Mr. Blanchot opened to him with a smile. “Are you ready to go? Shall we get your stuff and go home?” the teacher asked. “Yes, let’s go.” Answered Alexander, timidly. Léopold was surprised by the small amount of luggage the boy had. Alexander clearly had nothing. The teacher took the small suitcase in his hand and they went to the parking. The drive home was almost silent. Alexander answered his teacher’s questions only by a ‘yes’ or a ‘no’. He felt completely shut off. Mr. Blanchot lived in a quiet area, not far from the centre of the town. He parked in front of a lovely little house. It looked like a little cottage. Alexander could feel warmer just by looking at its façade. It was hard for him to believe that it was going to become his home. Léopold got out of the car and invited the boy, who seemed statued on his seat. “Come on, it’s cold outside.” The teacher said gently. The boy followed the man, mechanically. He couldn’t believe it was really happening. His teacher showed him the entire house, ending the tour by the boy’s room. If the house looked already warm and cosy, it was his bedroom that impressed Alexander the most. It was a simple room with a large bed, a spacious desk and many bookshelves. In the middle of the room was a big red carpet that seemed so mellow and comfortable. There was a window overlooking a small flowery garden. “Here is your room. There is not much in it, but we have plenty of time to decorate it to your taste.” The teacher said. “Do you like it?” he asked, a bit anxious. “It’s amazing…” said the boy, stunned. “I… I never thought I would ever have a real room like that. Thank you, sir.” He continued, suddenly feeling emotional. “I’m happy you like it. You should unpack your bag and make yourself at home. I’m going to prepare us a snack. And, by the way… Try not to call me sir in here. I’m not your teacher in this house. You can call me Léopold, or Leo if you like.” His teacher said while leaving the room. The boy took some time to look all around, looking in every corners. The room was so warm, so welcoming. He finally unpacked his clothes to put them in the commode. He hesitated for a moment. He had to find his teacher downstairs, in the kitchen. He was not feeling at ease to go through a house that was not his, not yet. But he seemed to be the only one to feel troubled because Léopold welcomed his student with a large smile. He was setting the table. “Come and sit. Do you like pancakes?” Léopold asked. “Yes, I love it.” The boy answered, feeling suddenly calmer. Léopold joined Alexander and they start to eat. First, they were silent, but it didn’t last long. “Why did you punch Mr. Bryant yesterday?” the teacher asked suddenly. “He said horrible things to me, I just couldn’t let him insult me that way. I don’t regret it if that’s what you’re wondering.” The boy replied, harshly. “I won’t talk about this incident in the future, because I think we need to start fresh. But, you need to understand that this kind of behaviour is unacceptable. If that happens again, you will regret it this time, trust me. » he said, severely. “Yes, sir.” They were interrupted by someone knocking on the door. The orphanage tutor was coming to make them sign the adoption’s contract. Léopold didn’t hesitate a second and signed the papers quickly. But Alexander felt his hands shaking while taking the pen. He soon felt a hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay to be afraid.” His teacher said, reassuring. The boy suddenly calmed down. He could feel that everything was going to be okay from now on. As soon as the kid’s tutor went away, Léopold put the boy to work. The teacher himself sat down back at the table and opened his laptop to work on his own homework. It was weird for Alexander to be working with his teacher by his side. It was comfortable. Leopold looked over the boy’s shoulder from time to time, he was checking that Alexander was doing his work. When the boy finished his exercises, the teacher asked him to hand over his work. “I don’t need you to check my homework, sir. I’m 14 years’ old you know.” The boy said. “4 or 14 years’ old, I check your homework. It’s not about your age, Alexander. You are under my responsibility, and as so, I will overlook your homework. End of discussion.” The teacher replied. Alexander handed over his exercise books and his homework notebook, not without a certain anxiety. He was a brilliant student, but completely disorganized. The adult went rapidly through the books and closed them. “It’s okay for tonight, it’s late. But I notice that you could improve in maths and history. On the other hand, in English and in French it’s good. We’ll talk about the state of your books another time.” He said, giving the books back to Alexander. He noticed the boy’s hands shaking a little bit. Léopold immediately put a warm hand on his student arm. “Put your books away, and come sit a second.” The teacher demanded softly. “It’s all right, boy. You don’t have to fear anything. » he continued as the boy sat in front of him. “I’m sorry… I’m not used to… all that…” the boy replied, confused. “I know. It will take some time, but I know it’s all going to be fine.” Said the man. “Yeah.” replied Alexander, standing up hastily. He was not used to the constant support his teacher was giving him. The boy suddenly wanted to crawl under the sofa, where no one could notice him. “Can I go to my room?” he asked, wanted to hide. “Sure, go ahead. I will prepare dinner and I’ll call you when it’s ready.” The man answered. They ate silently. The boy was shutting himself again. He needed time to feel legitimate to be here. He was so used to being alone. How could it be right to be here? His teacher must have understood what was going into the boy’s mind because he didn’t break the silence. When they both finished their plate, the adult started to clear the table, and noticed that the boy didn’t dare to move. “Go and brush your teeth and put your pyjamas on. You are allowed to read until 10 p.m., then sleep.” Alexander wanted to protest, but he didn’t dare to do so. He never went to sleep that early! It was 8 o’clock and he was going to sleep… What a change! As the boy was reading one of his favourite book, Harry Potter, he heard someone knocking softly on his door. “Yes?” he invited despite his feeling of embarrassment. “It’s 10 p.m., Alexander. It’s time to go to sleep.” The adult said softly while coming up to the bed. The boy didn’t understand why his teacher was coming up to him before Léopold sat on his bed, before he tucked him up and put a hand on his shoulder. “Good night, dear boy.” Léopold said. “Good night.” The teen replied, bushing. When the teacher left the room, Alexander suddenly felt terribly embarrassed, and in the same time, he felt a bit sad that his teacher already left. ‘Dear boy”! Nobody has ever called him that. Never. Weirdly, it was so soft to hear. The boy finally fell asleep half an hour later. This day had been emotionally rich, and he felt quite happy to be put in bed this early. The morning after, Alexander was not woken up by an horrible ringtone but by his teacher. The boy didn’t hear him coming into the room, but he could hear Léopold whispering softly to his hear: “It’s time to wake up, my boy”. After a few minutes, Alexander opened his eyes and finally realized that he was in his teacher’s house. His teacher looked at him with gentleness. But not only. There was some kind of worry in his gaze. At that moment, Alexander realized that his pyjamas were soaking wet. How did it happen? He couldn’t have wet the bed! He suddenly felt his cheeks burning with shame. His eyes began to get wet as well. “I… I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened.” The boy said with tears. “You wet your bed. But it’s all right, it happens. You want to tell me why it happened?” asked his teacher softly. “…” “You couldn’t remember where the toilets are? Or maybe you were afraid to go there alone in the dark?” Léopold asked. “No! I don’t know… I didn’t feel anything. It was an accident, sir. I didn’t mean to do it.” Said the boy in a sob. “All right, all right, my boy. It’s okay. It can happen to anyone to have a little accident, there’s no need to cry. » his teacher replied, gently. Léopold wiped the boy’s tears with his hands in the biggest sweetness. But the boy moved back, suspicious. He was definitely not used to his teacher’s tenderness. “I’ll let you get up and clean yourself. Leave the bed that way, I’ll take care of it. Breakfast is ready downstairs.” Said the teacher, getting up and leaving the room. “Thank you… Léopold.” The boy replied. The adult turned back at him and smiled. At that time, the boy knew he had taken the good decision. He knew Mr. Blanchot was the one. He was only worrying that Léopold would change his mind… Maybe his teacher was having doubts now. If Mr. Blanchot accepted to be his ‘dad’, it certainly was because Alexander was not a child anymore and that he wouldn’t have to deal with childish things. But now? Would the bedwetting made him change his mind? Alexander was blaming himself for wetting the bed… Why did he peed himself? He thought he needed to apologize, to move out the sheets quickly. He wanted to deal with it as if he was still alone. He couldn’t bare the idea of disappointing Mr. Blanchot. He couldn’t bear the idea of being a burden. He quickly stood up, disgusted by the pee all over his bottom. He took his wet sheets, lifted the bed and turned it back. He opened the window to air the room and ran to the bathroom to take a shower. He took more time to wash his sheets and pyjamas than himself… As he was wringing the sheets, he heard his teacher calling him. “Alexander! Come eat your breakfast, we’re going to be late for school!” “I’m coming!” answered the teen. The boy got out of the bathroom after checking that everything was in its place. He quickly went to his room to hang out the sheets on the window before coming to the kitchen. He discovered a table full of different things: cereals, fresh bread, pancakes, and different sorts of jam. “Sit down. What would you like to eat?” asked the teacher. “Er… I usually don’t eat in the morning.” The teen answered. « Well, kid, I’m warning you, breakfast is sacred in this house and therefore mandatory.” Replied the adult, threatening. “All right… I’ll take a pancake then.” Said Alexander while grabbing a pancake and spread some strawberry jam over it. Léopold pour some orange juice in two glasses and hand one to the boy before sitting in front of him and buttered some slices of fresh bread. He then dipped his bread into a mug of smoking coffee. “You really are French!” said Alexander, looking at his teacher’s breakfast. “Haha! Yes, I am!” Léopold replied in a smile. “When you’ll eat my aunt’s pain perdu, you will understand why.” he continued. “You’re thinking of taking me to France one day?” the teen asked, already excited. ‘It will be your gift for your trial period. If you decide to stay here, of course.” The adult replied while filling the boy’s glass with orange juice. “Stop making me drink or I’ll explode!” the teen said, already regretting his words. He had almost forgotten last night’s accident. He suddenly felt his cheeks turning red. Léopold must have noticed it because he smiled gently. “I’m going to change your sheets before we go. Finish your breakfast.” Said Léopold while standing up. “There’s no need to… I washed my sheets under the shower and hanged them out on the window.” The teen answered in a rustle while lowering his head. “Pardon me?” asked his teacher, confused. “I… I didn’t want to make you did it. So, I did it. » Léopold sat next to him and looked at the boy insistently. “We have a washing machine, you know. I showed you the laundry yesterday night.” The teacher said with incomprehension. « I… I forgot. » the boy said, lying. “Ah. You forgot.” Said Léopold, laconically. Suddenly, Alexander saw his teacher standing up and come crouching very next to him. He could feel the man taking softly his chin in his hand. The boy couldn’t look at him. His heart was beating too hard. He felt afraid of his teacher’s gaze. He was not ready for all that. But it seemed that Mr. Blanchot was going to oblige him… The boy didn’t even try to get out of his teacher’s grip, he knew he would lose anyway. He was feeling like a marionette. “Look at me, boy.” Léopold ordered. The second Alexander looked at the man, he couldn’t help but avoid the gaze. He was not feeling capable to sustain that gaze. He was trying, but it was like his pupils were burning at the contact of his teacher’s eyes. He felt like crying now. « Didn’t I tell you to leave your bed as it was this morning?” Léopold asked softly. The boy shrugged his shoulders, shaking. « This is not your role to deal with this things, Alexander. You are the kid and I am the adult. You have to understand that you are not lonely anymore. Do you understand?” he continued. Alexander couldn’t answered. He didn’t know what to reply. “It’s not by hiding your wet sheets that you will manage to hide the very fact that you are a child, my boy.” The man pursued. That was it; Alexander could feel a tear rolling on his cheek. “I am here to take care of you. I’m here to worry, to comfort you, to take you in my arms when you have an accident, to give you a spank when you do stupid things. I am here.” Léopold said while drying Alexander’s second tear. « I… I just wanted it to be over… I wanted to forget… » the boy said with a lump in his throat. The teen could feel he was losing control, again. He started to cry like a child. As Léopold softly ordered Alexander to come into his arms, the boy felt diving into them. ‘I’m crying on my teacher’s shoulder because I peed my bed. What a regression…’ thought the boy. He wanted to break the embrace. He wanted to say no! But he felt completely incapable of doing so. He was losing himself in his new dad’s arms. Alexander could feel his teacher’s arms holding him tight, one hand softly caressing his back. He could hear Mr. Blanchot rasping voice repeating “I am here, boy. Calm down”. After a few minutes, Alexander’s sobs calmed down. Little by little, Léopold released the boy from his embrace. “I’m sorry.” Finally said the teen. “What are you sorry for, my boy?” the man asked gently. “For crying. And… to have wet the bed…” the boy answered, shamefully. “You don’t have to apologize. You have the right to cry, my boy. And about the bedwetting, you must not feel guilty. As I already said to you, accidents happen. It is not your fault. Understood?” the man said, serious. The boy nodded while sniffling. He felt like crap. He was not as strong as he thought he was. But he also realized that being incapable when someone gives you a hand was sometimes comforting….
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  10. Hello everybody. I'm a long time lurker looking to start being a bit more active. I've started a story, although it's a bit different to some of the other things that I've seen on this site. It's not strictly an omorashi story so much as a humiliation story which will have omo elements. The first chapter is predominantly about spanking. I did, however, check in the chat room and was told that it would still be suitable for this site. Just to give everybody fair warning, this humiliation story will involve wetting (I don't think that will upset any here), spanking, nappies/diapers and reluctant nudity. Please be gentle with feedback, this is my first time. White Tights Chapter one Chloe Montague stood in the headmaster’s office with a look of smug satisfaction on her face. There were three other girls in the room with her. One, Sarah Daniels, was a prefect who was here to witness the punishment of the other two. Jessica Davis and Lily Kingston had been brought here because Chloe had informed Sarah that they were smoking in the bushes when they were supposed to be in class. Chloe had no problem with Jessica, but she took great delight in watching Lily squirm. They had never been particularly fond of each other, and this was just the latest occasion when Chloe had managed to get her in trouble. What was particularly thrilling for Chloe though, was that this was the first time she had been asked to attend the headmaster’s office as well, so she thought she would enjoy the show. You see, at St Margaret’s, there are certain offences which have clear and determined punishments. Smoking on the school grounds was one such offence, and Chloe was well aware that Jessica and Lily would soon have their knickers pulled down for a bare bottom spanking, followed by six strokes of the cane. Chloe thought that witnessing Lily humbled while her knickers were down and she was punished like a child would be nothing short of exhilarating. Both Jessica and Lily knew what was coming, and certainly didn’t seem to be looking forward to it. Lily had been punished in this manner before, and while she could deal with the pain easily enough, the humiliation of being exposed, and having to assume demeaning positions was the thing that she hated. Lily was just thinking that she would have to find a way to get back at Chloe when the door opened, and the headmaster strode in. The girls didn’t know his exact age, but he seemed young for a man of his position, which made it all the more humiliating to be punished by him. ‘It is very disappointing to have to resort to such punishments for three top year girls,’ he said solemnly. ‘Three?’ said Lily, ‘Only Lily and Jessica were smoking.’ ‘They may have been the only ones smoking, but the only reason that you were aware that they were smoking when they should have been in class is because you were not in class yourself. You may not be getting the cane this morning, Chloe Montague, but I think your actions still warrant a bare bottom spanking.’ Chloe gasped in shock, while Lily smirked at the idea of Chloe finally getting punished for something. Not only would Chloe be spanked, but Lily would get to see the spectacle herself. She thought that this made her own impending punishment seem entirely worthwhile. The headmaster pulled a chair in to the middle of the room and sat down on it. ‘Jessica, I’m very disappointed to see you here. I think I’ll start with you please. Place yourself over my lap.’ Jessica obediently did as she was told, and assumed the embarrassing position. Before she had a chance to fully settle into her position on the headmasters lap, he brought his hand down hard, hitting her bottom through her skirt. Again and again he brought his hand down, and apart from an occasional grunt, Jessica was incredibly well composed. After perhaps a minute of spanking over the skirt, the headmaster lifted it onto her back, exposing her flesh coloured tights, and her skimpy black thong beneath. Chloe could see through the tights that Jessica’s bottom had already started to turn red, and as Jessica realised that her skirt had been lifted, her cheeks flushed so that she appeared to be blushing at both ends. The spanking resumed over Jessica’s tights for some time, but she was obviously finding it harder to compose herself now, the assault on her bottom taking its toll. She was starting to fidget on the headmaster’s lap as he spanked her. Chloe watched as the headmaster then hooked his thumbs into the waistband of Jessica’s tights and brought them down to just below her knees. With nothing but a thong covering her nether regions, Chloe could see the full extent of the crimson bloom on Jessica’s bottom. It was at this point, as Jessica’s skimpy knickers were exposed, that Chloe had a shocking realisation. When she got dressed for school that morning she hadn’t expected anybody to see her knickers. To say that she wasn’t wearing her best pair was something of an understatement. She suddenly felt absolutely mortified at the idea of the other girls seeing her knickers, let alone the headmaster. As Chloe was having these thoughts, the spanking continued, and the slight fidgeting that Jessica had been guilty of before had become full blown wriggling. It was hard to believe that this girl had been seemingly unaffected by her spanking mere minutes ago. Next came the part that Chloe was truly dreading for herself. The headmaster unceremoniously yanked Jessica’s knickers down so that they rested at the same point as her tights, and immediately resumed spanking. Chloe realised with horror that as Jessica writhed on the headmaster’s lap, she was exposing herself to everybody in the room. Her legs flailed wildly, meaning that everybody present got a good look at the girl’s vagina and pubic hair. Her continual motion also meant that her arsehole was making a regular appearance. Chloe looked on with sympathy, and fear. She wasn’t sure that she could bear this terrible humiliation. As Jessica’s spanking drew to a close, Chloe realised that there was something worse than the other girls seeing her knickers. Chloe’s boyfriend had recently convinced her that it would be ‘sexy’ if she shaved everything down below. Feeling somewhat foolish, Chloe had gone along with it, only to decide that it made her look incredibly juvenile. Her embarrassing knickers being talked about afterwards would be bad enough, but she would be relentlessly teased if word got out about her bald fanny. As suddenly as it began, Jessica’s spanking was over. Her skirt was tucked into its own waistband, and she was told to stand with her hands on head. Her pubic mound was fully exposed to the room, and Chloe knew that she was in for an incredibly humiliating time when it was her turn. She was, however, granted a short reprieve when the headmaster asked for Lily next. Chloe had previously thought she would enjoy seeing this, but now that it was in front of her she couldn’t stop thinking about her turn. Chloe could not stop thinking about what was to come and hardly noticed Lily’s spanking occurring right in front of her. She was deep in thought, desperately trying to think of a way out of being punished when a strange sound brought her out of her trance. She looked in front of her to see Lily draped over the headmaster’s lap with her skimpy red knickers down, but the headmaster had stopped and was looking at Chloe. Even Lily, exposed as she was, was looking at Chloe and smirking. Chloe looked down as the sound continued and realised with horror that it was coming from her. ‘Sir, it looks like Chloe has had a little accident,’ said Lily with mock concern. ‘I can see that Lily, but your punishment isn’t finished yet. Sarah go to the office and get the white tights.’ As the last slaps came down on Lily’s naked bottom, she stared intently at Chloe, grinning from ear to ear.
  11. Punished School Girls

    accidently stumbeled on this one. It's from a porn/fetish/BDSMflick called Punished School Girls (I think it must be from the 70's) and in this scene one girl get's a spanking while the other girl wets herself overcome by emotion. It's pretty poor quality but I like the acting and I love the fact that it's vintage. (hope it hasn't been posted before) anniewets.mp4
  12. female stepmom

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  13. Help Finding JAV Clip

    I was wondering if anyone had seen the full version of this video. I felt like I have but I can't find it anywhere and it's got all sorts of awesome stuff in it: http://e6ma.com/movie/364754
  14. Spoiled wet schoolgirls

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  15. female Kigh's Adventures

    ((So I was thinking about posting more fics here. And I'm going to post my oc stuff, since this site is more open to ocs than tumblr or ao3 which are the main sites I use. People just go there to see fandom stuff, and even my fandom stuff isn't that noticed OTL. So, upon the encouragement of people, here is some of my writing. Please critique me. fair disclosure, this contains spanking and a bit of noncon. Only a little wetting. It originally had none, but you know, since this is an omo site, I figured I could add some in. Sorry if it's inconsistent in names, I changed one ocs name.)) Kigh was hanging out at the apartment as usual. Though it was a little misleading to call it the apartment, that made it sound like it was co-owned with him as a part owner. But it was just Mira's apartment, and it was rather nice as well. But it was still usual for him to hang out there, usually on her pristine bed while she stationed herself at the desk. Currently, he was throwing a rubber ball against the far wall and catching it as it bounced off the floor. After a minute, he just let ball fall as he turned on his side to face her. “Hey, Mira, let’s have sex,” She looked up at him with a slight frown, “No. I’m not interested in that. Plus I’m writing a paper. You should do your own work.” He groaned, “Work stresses me out and I’m horny.” “Failing stresses you out too, and I’m not. End of discussion.” “But-” “No buts. We’re done talking about this,” she looked back at her work and started typing away again. He let out another groan, “Fine, I’ll just rub one out,” with that, he unzipped his pants. “Don’t you dare,” she warned, not looking up from her laptop. “Too late,” he teased in a singsong voice, palming himself through his boxers, “Don’t pretend this doesn’t interest you,” With a soft sigh, she pushed the rolling chair away from the desk and turned to him. Not moving the chair, she grab his hand and pulled him to his feet. He stumbled, confused at her actions. But as soon as she tugged down his pants and boxers, he smirked, “Oh I see, you can’t re-” he was cut off by being pulled over her lap. “Mira?" his voice got softer. She brought her hand down, smacking his ass abruptly, “You’re being rude and disrespectful.” That was the only explanation she gave before bringing her hand down again. He yelped at the skin on skin contact and tried to get out of her grasp. “M-Mira” He managed to stammer out, squirming in her grasp. “Stop! Please stop,” A sob managed to escape his mouth. The next thing he knew, he was on the floor. It wasn’t that Mira abruptly stood up, causing him to tumble out of her lap and onto the floor. No, she helped him down. He drew his knees up and buried his face in them, all too aware of the tears quickly gathering in his eyes. “I’m sorry,” Mira's voice had gone soft again. He expected her to reach out and run her fingers through his dark wavy hair, but she didn’t. There was no hair playing, or back rub, or even a reassuring hand on his. She always did that when apologizing. But there was no touch other than his naked ass on the carpet. He took a shuddering breath in, unaware of how badly he was shaking. She wasn’t apologizing then. If she wasn’t comforting him, she wasn’t apologizing for spanking him. That meant she was probably apologizing for something else and no longer cared about him, oh god she was leaving him and she was making a lame apology before she kicked him out and never saw him again and he would have to be alone forever because he’s a piece of shit, why else would he get his ass handed to him by a girl who was about to break up with him? “Kigh honey, I need you to calm down.” Her concern tinged voice broke his thoughts causing him to look up slightly, still breathing hard with tears rolling down his cheeks as he shook. She gave a soft smile at him, though it didn’t reach her eyes. He knew it was just to get him to calm down, and that really didn’t help. “Kigh, let’s get you to bed. Come here,” She took his hand and helped him to his feet, pulling up his pants. “Do you want to take the bed while I sleep on the couch?” It took him a while to respond, “I’m not going home?” His voice was raspy, meaning he had been screaming. That’s what he hated about panic attacks, he had no idea what happened during them. But according to Mira, he shook and hyperventilated then just started screaming. That was probably when he started over thinking. Usually after the screaming, he would pass out from stress and lack of breathing. “No, you’re not going home. I don’t really trust you to make it home in this state. I know you’re freaked out, but is a couple rooms’ distance good enough for one night?” Oh god it was true, she was kicking him out in the morning. Her face flashed concern, and indicator that he was getting worked up again. “Okay. What do you want me to do?” “S-stay,” He managed to stutter out, quickly looking at the floor instead of her. There was a beat of silence before Mira hugged him. “All right, that’s not what I expected, but okay.” He nodded slightly before Mira pulled him onto the bed and kissed his cheek, “Sorry for overstepping boundaries.” He shrugged, “It’s fine, it just startled me.” The two fell asleep in eachothers. The next morning, the bed wasn't as comfortable. No, instead it was wet and cold. Luckily, Kigh was the first one to wake up, noticing the puddle's center was his own crutch. Had he been alone, he would have cleaned it up. But it didn't look like it was going to work out that way. With a bit of a whine, he sat up and shook Mira to wake her. When she came to, she blinked her grey eyes at him, trying to process her surroundings. Eventually, she addressed the tan boy sitting in a puddle, biting his lips. "Had an accident? It's probably just because of last night, don't worry, go take a shower, I'll clean up here then join you." She reached up to run her fingers through his almost curly hair. Relieved, he let himself smile, "Okay. Shower sex?" She rolled her eyes but smiled with a short laugh anyway. "Sure." With the promise of sex, Kigh scrambled out of bed and went to shower.
  16. Mr warden caught lol

    Nov 4th part two I was let off early with pay for my hard work with the fundraiser. I was still really aroused after I peed bent over for "mr. Warden" who I found out was my hubby. He just wanted my attention for more then an hour, aww lol. (We don't share bank accounts but the money I make is for the extras. He has a lot of investments and stuff, it's complicated but we have access to each other's tho lol) and I must of drank 3 cans of limeade icetea, it's really yummy lol. I wanted to "properly" thank my hubby and his generous contribution (tho it was mostly for tax related purposes). I didn't change for that matter, I was still in my green long sleeved shirt with a black belt, black tight-ish skirt, black pantyhose, and the same black lace bra thong set. I was fixing dinner, easy chicken salad and buns I made the other day, plus a huge extra chicken breast for my hubby. He needs to eat more to maintain his womanly figure lol. He came home and ate. I asked him how he was doing, great. Me too. We cleaned up and I giggled and said "mr warden, you bad Man U" lol, he spanked me lol . He grabbed the custom made cutting table with a shelf and moved it in the kitchen. I squinted my eyes and was curious. He spanked me again and I yelped. He grabbed me and moved me to the table and made me reach my arms under to hold my hands. Click, I felt cuffs. Oh oh oh! "Mr warden! Let me go! " I demanded playfully. I was spanked again, Everytime I said something, he'd spank me. He spanked me hard and a tiny bit of pee escaped. He told me a good girl is a quiet girl and he tied my legs to the legs of the table thingy lol. He ran his fingers against the back of my knees, making me jerk and squirm. It tickled. Then he spanked my again and grabbed my ass really hard. I begged for him to stop only to find my ass being spanked again. He moved so I could see him and lifted my head by my jaw line. "I see you like talking with that pretty little mouth of yours, I can put those lips to better use" he said as he spanked me three times, this time harder each time. My legs were wavering and shaking really bad. I was breathing hard by this time, and the soda, I was "Regretting" that. I whispered for mercy please. He undid his pants and decided to stuff my mouth with something else. I began to slowly pee. The feeling of the build up and pressure being released but building up really excited me. Could I not only feel him in my mouth getting close, pee was running down my legs pooling abit by my feet. He was just about to blow his load until the worst thing happened, my brothers girlfriend walked in lol, he pulled out so fast as he came, it shot all over my face. Eww lol. She looked mortified and saw me pee all over the floor in my clothes bound to the portable cutting table. My hubby stood in front of me trying to hide his manhood. She just stared for a second in disbelief. I was feeling sick to my stomache, even tho it's my place and I'll do what I want and where... Lol. All she said is "that'll explain why your mopping more then you normally do since Darren's been back" she grabbed her jacket , told us she texted us both 15mn ago and figured we were watching a movie or whatever. I begged her pls don't judge lol. Shes like "so you're kinky, I see and know nothing" and left fast. I was so embarrassed but not satisfied . Darren was gonna let me go until I told him, no. Drop em and finish me off bitch lol, I was done peeing and was dripping bad. I like this position, he hit my sweet spot in a way he never did before ;)
  17. View File Exam Wetting and Humiliation A nice long clip of a Japanese school girl who clearly should have use the potty before the big make up exam. She's desperate, has an accident, is humiliated by her teacher/the exam supervisor, and has to clean up. There haven't been enough uploads lately, lets go people, we can do this, there's plenty of great content out there :) Enjoy Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 11/07/2016 Category Skirt Wetting  
  18. Exam Wetting and Humiliation

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    A nice long clip of a Japanese school girl who clearly should have use the potty before the big make up exam. She's desperate, has an accident, is humiliated by her teacher/the exam supervisor, and has to clean up. There haven't been enough uploads lately, lets go people, we can do this, there's plenty of great content out there :) Enjoy Rach

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  19. request Casey Calvert

    Someone has some full video of assume the position studios? I'm looking for one in special, of Casey Calvert. This one here, but the full video: http://clips4sale.com/44797/9407045 Thanks for the help!
  20. This is a short story that started out as a caption I was writing for my tumblr. In the end I was happy enough with how it turned out that I figured I would post it here. If you want to see the pictures that originally accompanied this story you can follow this link: http://wettingcaptions.tumblr.com/post/147510325619/the-bedwetting-princess-ever-since-the-incident, but I don't feel like the pictures add particularly much to the story, and they don't belong to me, so I decided not to post them here. It's short and full of clichés, but I hope you still enjoy it. The Bedwetting Princess Ever since the incident last Halloween, Kristi has been determined this year would be different. She was 19 now, and in university; besides, thinking back it hadn’t really even been her fault for what had happened. It wasn’t her fault that she had drunk a bit more than she had meant to, and the line to the bathroom was way too long. Who has a house-party with only one bathroom anyway? Kristi had been caught a little short, and ended up leaving a big wet spot on the carpet just outside the bathroom. The next morning, when she remembered what had happened, she had to call up everyone she could remember from the party, and beg them not to post any pictures of her, or her accident, online. Not only would it be terribly embarrassing, but it might also affect her admissions status if the university saw the pictures of her participating in underage drinking, to humiliating results. As Halloween drew closer; however, all thoughts of caution and restraint were discarded as Kristi planned for the most fun night of her life. Kristi and her new boyfriend were going to attend the most popular party throughout all of the university. Kristi had already purchased a sexy costume. Well, it was probably a costume, it looked vaguely like the dress of some Disney princess, but it was sexy, and that’s all that really mattered. It was the night before Halloween, and Kristi was staying over at her boyfriend’s place. It was late, and they were both asleep already, but Kristi was tossing and turning in her sleep. It was some sort of dream, probably a nightmare. She was back at the Halloween party from last year. She was sitting in a pool of her own, warm pee. She was soaked, and everyone was pointing and laughing at her. They were all taking pictures of her. She tried to tell them to stop, but they didn’t listen. Her boyfriend was there, he wasn’t pointing or laughing, just staring at her, looking disappointed. It was strange, Kristi didn’t remember him being at this party, but there was no denying it, there he was. He made his way through the crowd, and stood next to Kristi. “You made a big mess, baby.” He grabbed Kristi’s arm and pulled her to her feet, pee still dripping down her legs. “You’ve been a bad girl, and bad girls need to be punished.” Kristi tried to fight him, to break free and stop what was going to happen, but she couldn’t seem to move. She knew what was going to happen, the same thing had happened to her as a girl, when she had peed herself in her dad’s car during a long road trip. Before she knew it, Kristi was over her boyfriend’s knee. Her skirt had been flipped up, and her wet panties were exposed to everyone present. Kristi briefly debated whether she would rather have her panties pulled down for what was going to happen, but it was too late to matter. *Smack* Kristi cried out as her boyfriend brought his hand down hard against her wet bottom. *Smack* “Maybe this will teach you to be a big girl.” *Smack* Kristi was crying now, and begging for him to stop, but strangely enough, the spanking didn’t seem to hurt like she had expected. Pain or no pain, Kristi had another problem to worry about. *Smack* With every spank to her butt, it felt like her bladder shrunk by one size. She was desperately trying to hold back, begging her boyfriend to let her go. *Smack* It was no good. He wouldn’t listen, and Kristi felt the first leak spill out of her straining bladder. She just hoped that he hadn’t noticed it with her already wet panties. *Smack* A bigger leak this time, almost a second long, splattered on the floor. There was no way her boyfriend didn’t notice this time. There was a pause in the spanking as he looked down at Kristi. “Are you wetting yourself? Again? Well you obviously haven’t learned your lesson yet.” *Smack Smack Smack* With every blow that landed on her tender backside, Kristi felt more and more pee shoot out of her crotch, until there was no stopping it. A veritable waterfall of pee poured out of Kristi’s crotch. Kristi’s face burned in humiliation, but she felt something strange all the same. Having her boyfriend take charge, and punish her like a little girl. It felt good. Even when he spanked her, she felt herself getting wet, in more ways than one. “Kristi…Kristi, wake up.” “Huh? What’s wrong.” Kristi blinked to clear the sleep out of her eyes. Her boyfriend was standing next to her, staring down at her. “You wet the bed.” He didn’t sound thrilled. “What?” Kristi threw back the covers and, sure enough, a huge wet spot had turned the white sheets a faint yellow starting from where she lay and extending well across half of the mattress. “I-I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened. I’ve never done that before.” Kristi looked up at her boyfriend worryingly, was he mad? “Well that’s not entirely true, now is it?” “What…?” “I heard from some friends that something similar happened to you last Halloween.” “No, that was different, that was…” Was it really different? Kristi wasn’t so sure anymore. “Go take a shower, I’m going to put the sheets in the wash, and then I’m going out for a bit. We’ll talk about this later.” Kristi meekly made her way into the bathroom, and started her shower. While she was cleaning herself, she couldn’t help but think about that dream. Was that the reason she had wet the bed? Kristi couldn’t think of any other cause. It had felt so good…Was that just because it was a dream? Or was it something more? Kristi found herself asking these questions as her fingers unconsciously rubbed up and down, probing around the area where her pee had come out just a few minutes ago. Kristi lost track of time while she was in the steamy shower. Kristi jumped and remembered where she was when the door to the bathroom opened and her boyfriend walked in. She couldn’t see him through the frosted glass of the shower door, but she could still hear him. “I brought you some dry clothes. Don’t take too long in there, you wouldn’t want to overheat.” Her boyfriend’s dominant, yet caring tone stirred something within Kristi once again, but this time she ignored it as she turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. After drying herself off, and dealing with her hair, Kristi finally noticed the ‘clothes’ that her boyfriend had brought her. It was her costume for the party that evening. While it might have been a bit early to get dressed for the party, Kristi wouldn’t have thought it too strange except for one detail that was missing. Her boyfriend hadn’t brought her any underwear. Kristi smiled. She definitely wasn’t planning on going commando to the party, the dress was sexy enough as it is, but this was surely her boyfriend’s way of initiating some early morning play that involved a pantieless Kristi in a very short skirt. The thought got Kristi’s heart racing, and made her womanhood twitch. No doubt they would end up in bed before long, or maybe somewhere else, given the bed’s current condition. Kristi would just have to make sure to keep the costume clean for tonight. Kristi slowly opened the bathroom door after slipping into the dress. She didn’t see her boyfriend anywhere. The apartment was small, but Kristi took her time and made a show of searching for him. She bent over at the waist to look under the bed, and other places she was sure he wouldn’t be. All the while savoring the feeling of the short hem of her skirt pulling up to reveal her smooth, firm butt. She could only hope that he was able to see her from where ever he was. “Where are you?” Kristi asked playfully while bending over with her back towards the open door that led to the kitchen. She had made a point not to look into the kitchen, but it was the only place she hadn’t been yet, so she was sure he was in there. Kristi could feel his eyes on her butt as she was bent over. She gave it a little shake just to tease him, but at the same time an unconscious thought emerged within her mind. Bending over like this reminded her of the dream, she could almost feel his hand swinging towards her butt. Kristi jumped up and smoothed out her dress behind her. She was wet now, it was time to get to the main event. Turning and walking into the kitchen Kristi found her boyfriend seated at the table with a brown shopping bag beside him. From his position he would have been able to clearly see into the next room where Kristi had been putting on a show for him, so her efforts had not been in vain. He smiled at Kristi, and gestured for her to sit down next to him. He looked happy enough, but he didn’t seem to be returning the amorous vibes that Kristi was giving off. They sat in silence for a minute. Kristi didn’t know what to say, and her boyfriend didn’t seem to be in any hurry to speak. Just when Kristi was about to ask what was wrong, he started talking. “Kristi, I want you to know I’m not mad about last night. Accidents happen.” Kristi was about to interject, but he held up his finger before continuing. “That being said, given your history, I feel some precautions are in order.” “What do you…?” Kristi was confused, but everything became clear when her boyfriend retrieved something from the bag next to him. “I went out and picked these up this morning, while you were in the shower.” In his hands was a package of what could only be described as diapers. Kristi had regularly wet the bed up until she was twelve, and occasionally in the years after that, so she was very familiar with pull-ups, goodnites, and other training panties, but her boyfriend was holding diapers, no two ways about it. “What? I don’t need diapers.” “Baby, after last night, I don’t think you’re in a position to say that.” Kristi was having flashbacks to when she was sixteen. After wetting herself in the car, her parents had forced her back into her pull-ups, which her mom still brought on vacation for some reason. They were worried she would ruin the hotel’s bed, so Kristi was stuck listening to the teasing of her younger brother the whole trip. “I…” Kristi couldn’t think of any good arguments, she had wet the bed. “It’ll just be for tonight. If you don’t need them, then that’ll be the end of it, but if you do end up needing them, won’t you be glad you were wearing one?” “When you say tonight…” Kristi had a sinking feeling which wasn’t alleviated by her boyfriend’s words. “I mean I want you to wear protection to the party, and then to bed afterwards. You don’t have a great track record at Halloween parties, and I don’t think my mattress can take another accident like last night’s.” “I can’t wear a diaper under this dress, it’s way too short. Everyone will see it.” “Well you’re the one who picked that dress. I told you you would be flashing your undies to everyone if you wore it, but you didn’t listen to me. And besides, you sure seemed to enjoy showing yourself off earlier.” Kristi blushed even more fiercely as her little exhibition came back to bite her. “It’s Halloween. If anyone asks just tell them it’s part of your costume. You can be a bedwetting princess, or something like that. I’m sure people will have stranger costumes.” “No! I’m not doing it! I won’t wear a diaper.” Kristi jumped up and stomped her foot impetuously. “You will if you want to go to the party young lady.” Her boyfriend stood up too, towering over Kristi. “Hmph, I won’t wear it. And you can’t make me.” Kristi knew she was acting childish now, but part of her still remembered the dream, and this way she might get what she really wanted, or at least what she thought she wanted. “You might be surprised.” Her boyfriend narrowed his eyes at her, before scooping her up under one arm and grabbing the pack of diapers with his other hand. He carried Kristi to the bed. The sheets had been stripped off, but a damp stain could be seen almost forming a silhouette of where Kristi had been sleeping. Kristi was set down on the mostly dry half of the bed, and her boyfriend sat by her feet. “Now, are you going to cooperate?” His tone was stern now, but that just made Kristi more excited. “No!” Kristi rolled over face down on the bed and crossed her legs. It would be near impossible for him to diaper her now. “Well then I suppose you need to be punished.” Without warning, he swung his hand and delivered a quick sharp spank to Kristi’s exposed butt. Kristi yelped and rolled over trying to cover her butt with her hands. It hurt much more than in her dream, so Kristi was surprised, but as she rubbed her butt it felt like fire was coursing through her loins. Perhaps Kristi’s boyfriend sensed her pleasure, or perhaps he simply wished to punish her some more. Either way, Kristi’s boyfriend seized her, and pulled her into his lap. It was just like in her dream. She was face down, staring at the floor, while her skirt was rolled up, revealing her sensitive butt. Kristi was very excited now, she had to wonder if her boyfriend could see her dripping excitement. If he did, he didn’t say anything. *Smack* *Smack* *Smack* Each spank made Kristi’s whole body tremble, it felt like electricity was coursing through her. *Smack* *Smack* The pain still made Kristi cry out, but the whole situation felt so good. For a time she thought she might orgasm just from being spanked by her boyfriend. *Smack* Her boyfriend leaned down and whispered into her ears. Just his hot breath on her ears was enough to make her moan, but his words sent her over the edge. “You’ve been a very naughty girl. That’s why you’re being punished.” “Kh…aaahhh. Ahh! Yes! Yes, I was bad. I’m sorry. Ahh.” Kristi lay panting, breathless. *Smack* One last good spank brought Kristi back to her senses, and also made her realize another aspect of her dream that was coming true. She needed to pee. Badly. Now that the spanking had stopped, and she no longer had the combination of pain and pleasure to take her mind off of things, she realized her bladder was uncomfortably full. If the spanking had gone on much longer, she surely would have wet herself all over her boyfriend’s lap, just like in the dream. Kristi’s boyfriend laid her back on the bed, face up, and looked at her. She was holding her crotch with both hands while her hips were fidgeting back and forth in desperation. “Are you ready to cooperate now?” “Yes.” Kristi nodded her head meekly, and her boyfriend retrieved a diaper and spread it out on the bed. “NO, wait. I’m sorry. Just a sec…” Kristi jumped up and tried to escape. She needed to use the bathroom right now. If she was going to be back in diapers, she wanted to at least maintain her dignity and prove she didn’t need them. Before Kristi could run to the bathroom, she was stopped as her boyfriend caught her by the arm. “Where do you think you’re going?” Kristi was holding her free hand between her legs as she pranced up and down in a desperate potty dance. “To the bathroom. I’m about to burst. Please let me go. I’ll wear the diaper, and do whatever you want afterwards.” Kristi couldn’t hold on much longer, soon enough her body would make the decision for her, but that didn’t stop her boyfriend from taking his time. “Hmmm. I don’t know, you’ve been awfully bad today. Why don’t you try asking nicely.” He smiled sadistically, making Kristi’s heart throb along with her bladder. “Ohhh, please, please let me go.” Kristi had intertwined her legs and was crouching down now. “’Please’ what? Where do you need to go?” His wolfish grin grew larger. “Please let me go potty. I don’t want to pee my pants again. Please.” Kristi could already feel the first few drops squeezing out between her tightly clenched fingers. If she were wearing panties, they would surely have a wet spot on them by now. “Good girl. Okay then. We wouldn’t want you to have another accident so soon.” He released Kristi’s arm, and she raced towards the bathroom as fast as she could. Which was actually quite slow, with both hands holding her crotch, and stopping every other step to try and avoid losing control. After what felt like an eternity, Kristi reached the toilet and threw herself onto it. If she had been wearing pants or panties, anything that she would have to stop to remove, Kristi probably wouldn’t have made it. She groaned in relief as she finally relieved her aching bladder. It felt almost as good as when she was getting spanked, but maybe not quite as good as she felt in her dream. “Did you make it?” Kristi nodded in answer, her face red. “Good. No more stalling now. Lay down.” Wordlessly, Kristi laid down on the bed, and lifted her red bottom so her boyfriend could slide the diaper beneath her. And just like that, she was a kid again. Her brother was laughing at her after she wet her pull-ups when they were sharing a bed on vacation, she was waking up to all her friends laughing at her soaked sleeping bag and pajamas when her goodnite leaked on her very first sleepover, and she was desperately trying to hide her wet sheets from her parents after she finally graduated out of training panties and was allowed to sleep in her big girl underwear. Kristi covered her face with her hands. The diaper brought back a lot of embarrassing memories, but when her boyfriend hugged her tightly, they didn’t seem so bad after all. “Why don’t you stand up, and show me your pretty outfit for tonight.” Kristi stood up and looked down at herself. It was hard to tell without a mirror, but she was pretty sure her diapers would be on display almost constantly. Even if they didn’t peek out from beneath her short hemline, any movement would cause the frilly dress to sway and reveal her childish underwear, not to mention if she ever bent over practically the entire diaper would be revealed. “It’s too short, the dress doesn’t even cover it.” Kristi pouted. “Oh I don’t know, I think it’s just about right.” Her boyfriend smiled. “Why don’t you give me a twirl so I can see it better.” She did as he asked, and spun in a slow circle, resisting the urge to pin the dress to her sides with her hands. “You’re right, I can totally see the diaper.” “Can’t I wear something else?” “Nope.” “Why not?” “I already warned you this dress was too skimpy, but you got it anyway. With my money if I recall.” “But…” “No ‘buts,’ besides, didn’t you say you would do whatever I want if I let you use the toilet?” “Well yeah…” “Good then it’s settled. You’re going to wear that until after the party tonight, and if you can keep your diaper dry until tomorrow morning then you can go back to big girl panties.” Kristi nodded sheepishly. She knew there was no getting out of it now, and part of her didn’t even want to get out of it. But there was one thing, something that had been nagging at the back of Kristi’s mind, and she just realized what it was. “But what if I need to use the bathroom?” “What do you mean?” “Well the party’s not for like 8 hours. So can I just take the diaper off when I need to go, and then you can put it back on before the party?” “Hmmm, I don’t think so. You’ve had too many accidents and close calls just today. I wouldn’t feel comfortable having you out of your diapers so soon.” “What?” “That’s why I said if you can stay dry you’ll be out of diapers. This is your chance to prove that you’re a big girl who doesn’t need diapers anymore.” “But that’s impossible.” There was no way Kristi would be able to hold it until the party started, let alone tomorrow morning. It would have been hard enough for her to stay dry throughout the party with all the alcohol and other drinks she was sure to have. “Well just try your hardest sweetie.” He kissed her on the top of her head. “There’s no shame in using your diapers if you still need them. I’m sure there will be more chances for you to prove you don’t need to wear them anymore.” “Will you at least change me when I have an accident? It’ll be bad enough to have everyone see me in a diaper, I don’t want them to see me in a wet diaper as well.” “We’ll see, maybe if you ask me nice enough. Then I might change you. But you should believe in yourself more. It should be ‘if you have an accident’ not ‘when.’ It was just a couple minutes ago you were telling me how much of a big girl you were, and how you didn’t need diapers.” “Okay…I’ll try.” Kristi was so excited with these new developments, she could hardly believe it. If not for the diaper she was wearing, there would be little stopping her from jumping on her boyfriend to make him push her down on the bed, right then and there. “Oh and one more thing.” He leaned in nice and close to whisper into Kristi’s ear. “This is what I want you to say to anyone who asks about your outfit at the party tonight:” He whispered his instructions into her waiting ear, and Kristi felt her body grow hotter with every word, until she felt like she was on fire. ————– When the time for the party arrived, Kristi had already wet herself a couple hours prior. After much begging and some negotiating, Kristi’s boyfriend had changed her diaper, but he promised that this would be her last diaper change until after the party. Kristi could already feel a slight pressure building in her bladder. There was no way she would last until after the party was over. Her only hope at this point was to get nice and drunk before she inevitably wet herself again. Kristi was dreading the walk to the party. It was not far, only a couple blocks away, but it was Halloween evening, and trick-or-treaters would be out in force. She had tried asking for a jacket to wear, hoping to help hide her diaper beneath a long coat, but the weather was unseasonably warm, and her request had been denied. As soon as they left the apartment, they encountered a group of kids in costumes being escorted by an adult. It was hard to tell how old the children were behind their costumes, but Kristi would guess the oldest was around 12 or 13 years old. Kristi resolutely avoided making eye contact with any of the kids, but that didn’t stop her from hearing their conversation. “Look at that girl. She’s wearing a diaper!” “Haha, is she a baby?” “Hey, she’s just like you Jenny.” “Shut up,” It was the girl Kristi judged to be the oldest. “I only wear them at night, she’s wearing them during the day too.” “Hush now, it’s just a costume.” The adult chaperone quieted the kids, probably realizing that Kristi could easily hear their conversation. Kristi grabbed her boyfriend by the arm and hurried ahead, towards the party. He was laughing as she dragged him along. “I hope you haven’t forgotten what I told you earlier, about what to tell people you’re dressed as.” “…No, I haven’t. But those kids didn’t even ask, they were just making fun of me all on there own.” “I know, I know. Just as long as you haven’t forgotten.” Kristi got a lot of comments on her outfit, both on the streets, and when they finally arrived at the party. Kristi quickly found the strongest mixed drink she could get her hands on, and drank it down. She knew the question would come soon enough, and she wanted to have the courage to answer properly. Even if that meant taxing her already strained bladder. The pressure in her abdomen was already strong enough to be uncomfortable. Since her boyfriend was unlikely to suddenly change his mind and allow her to use the bathroom, Kristi figured she was unlikely to make it through the night dry. Kristi was on her third drink when the question finally came, and she was already bouncing back and forth, not in beat to the music, but to the throbbing of her bladder. “Oh hey Kristi, I love the outfit. What are you supposed to be?” It was Kristi’s childhood friend. It was a harmless enough question, but it sent a surge of adrenaline throughout Kristi’s body. She felt simultaneously terrified and excited, a combination of emotions that played havoc with her bladder control. “Thanks, it’s um…” Kristi glanced at her boyfriend, who looked down at her expectantly. She just smiled back as she felt her bladder give out. Kristi could almost swear that she could hear the sound of her pee pouring into her diaper even over the loud music. She hoped no one could tell she was flooding her diaper with a torrent of pee. For once Kristi was glad to be wearing a diaper rather than a pull-up. A pull-up would surely have been soaked through by the amount of pee Kristi was releasing. At least these diapers were much more absorbent, although it remained to be seen whether they could last through however many more accidents Kristi might have over the course of the party. Kristi finally looked back at her friend, and spoke the words just like she had been told. “I’m a Bedwetting Princess.”
  21. In a conversation with a close friend and coworker she confided that her daughter (16) had peed her pants, but had not made a real effort to not get caught. While she could have easily got her cloths into the laundry with anyone being the wiser, she left her wet panties in the laundry hamper were my friend would surely find them (the young lady did wash her pants). The young lady in question is a very good kid and I think maybe guilt played a part, in that the reason she wet her pants was she was out joy riding with friends and not were she was suppose to be. Wine coolers were also involved. Long story short mom asked her about the wet panties and she confessed to everything without much hesitation even though she knew that she would be spanked. A punishment she accepted without any fuss. It had been about two years since the last spanking. The story reminded me of similar events that I was aware of through our my life. I high school friend, did pretty much the same thing. And one of our former foreign exchange student (she came back and spent a big part of one summer with us two years after her exchange she was 19 ) who wet her pants left her pants and panties on the bath room floor. In her case she just waited too long, she was terribly embarrassed. While a mild scolding was my intent, (she always waited too long and near accidents were common) she asked to be given two swats with the paddle because she knew that was the standard consequence for the younger children. My wife did administer the swats but they were not very hard. My wife later admitted that she allowed herself to get caught on a couple of occasions and completely understood. My question how common of a thing is this. Understanding that there are cultural attitudes that differ widely about spanking for peeing one pants. Certainly growing up were I did having an accident without a very valid reason was going to get you spanked and almost always on the bare bottom. Although not necessarily that hard.
  22. My first diaper date

    I now had been out from the hospital for almost 8 months now and at this time had fully excepted my diaper fate as there was nothing I could really do about it anyways,but I also wore rubber pants along with the diaper because I remembered all to well that one night in the hospital after I had wet my pants and the bed,the nurse more or less telling me that rubber pants will keep the bed dry,also during that time from my release from the hospital I had taken all my physiotherapy to build up the muscles both in my arms and my legs,that alone lasted three months..it was a tough road to navigate but everything so far was coming along nicely..then while watching television one night..I tuned in to the golf channel and watched the tournament in witch some of of the big name players were there that I had either seen or heard of before..Jack,Arnold,Phil,Tiger woods,Ernie ells,and Tom Watson just to name a few..anyways I watched it for a bit and actually got very interested in it..then got what I think was one heck of a great idea..I thought to myself out loud..that game could sure help to put strength back into both my arms and my legs by swinging the clubs and irons and also by walking the course..the more I watched the golf game the more happy I got that my idea would be the best way to get all of my strength back..I finished watching the game and Ernie ells won it..I then changed the channel and tuned into a movie..I then decided to get up and make some coffee and maybe make something to eat as I had not eaten anything since breakfast and that was 8 hours ago,as I neared the kitchen I reached back and touched my bottom and soon realized I had pooped my wet diapers and still was, I then put on the coffee pot anyways,then was going to go have a shower and a diaper change knowing the coffee would be done when I finished my shower,Just as I grabbed a diaper,another pair of rubber pants,the baby powder,and my housecoat from the bedroom the telephone rang and a very nice ladies voice said.. hi there..I asked who it was and before she answered,asked if I was the same one in the hospital that I may have talked to one night..if you are the same person,I think you may remember me..I replied "yes I was in fact in the hospital and was there for month's"..she then said "I was the girl that was talking to you one night while you had stopped to look out the window when you went for a walk down the hallway"...."oh okay I remember you now your dad showed up to take you home that night right"..she said "yep that would be me,I hope you do not mind me calling but I got your number from a friend that knows you",I said "no I do not mind at all,in fact I wondered when and if I might see or hear from you again as I very much enjoyed our conversation in the hospital hallway that night"..I very much enjoyed it as well and "by the way my name is Wendy..what is yours".."my name is Kerry and am so very pleased to meet you Wendy,by the way may I ask you a question.."that night just before your dad got there to give you a ride you were about to say something to me..do you remember what that was".."let me think for a second,yes I remember and I will tell you now what it was but please do not get offended if I am wrong.."no problem I wont".."okay I work at a daycare center and that night while talking to you I seen some facial expressions that most likely you never even knew you were making and I got to thinking. A lot of my kids are young and still in diapers and plastic pants at daycare and all of them poop their pants many times in the day,but while they are doing it they too give off facial expressions..and before my dad got there I was going to ask you if you were pooping your pants as well"..I waited a few seconds before replying looking for the right words,then said.."to be perfectly honest with you Wendy I was filling and wetting my pants,well diapers and rubber pants because you see I do wear them as well...I was in a bad fall and that is why I was in the hospital but all of my many injuries were repaired except for one..there was some nerve damage that could not be,and because of that I am incontinent now and do not get the potty message any more nor will I for maybe a very long time..that is why I wear the diapers".."well thank you kindly for being honest to me Kerry it means a lot,let me say that even though you wear diapers and rubber pants..that does not bother me at all and I think you are a very sweet person and I would love to get to know you better".."awe thank you Wendy I think you are very sweet as well..I would like to take you out for a coffee dinner or a movie one day and talk some more"..."hey I would like that very much as well,how about tomorrow would that be okay.."that would be just fine with me should I pick you up or do you have a ride"..no that is okay..I have a car..just did not have it the night we met well I got to go now someone is knocking at my door..here is where I will be and the time..see you there Kerry"..."bye bye Wendy see you there" I then went and took that shower and when I was done changing my messy diapers and wet rubber pants I then poured myself a coffee and made a bit of a snack then sat down and watched some more television and thought about meeting her tomorrow,I then watched a bit of the movie,drank my coffee,and ate my rather large snack then got up and got another coffee..about twenty minutes later fell asleep on the couch. I awoke the next morning about 7 30 am and stepped onto the floor to go and make some coffee,and realized my diapers were sagging badly,even with my rubber pants on that were on snug..I had both filled and wet them while I soundly slept like a baby..(pun intended)..but all was okay and no surprise because since my fall I had awoke every morning to a messy and wet diaper..it was just a part of my life now..so I put on the coffee,then took a shower got cleaned up..then put on baby powder,a blue thick cloth diaper,and a pair of pretty pink rubber pants over top of them..then my jeans,a t shirt,and a pair of runners..then had some coffee till it was time to go and meet Wendy..I started the drive to meet her about twenty five minutes later and when I pulled into the place she was at she was sitting outside as it was a very hot day out..and it was only early morning so it would probably get even warmer by mid day..I then walked up to her and she was very happy to see me..just as happy as I was to see her and we both gave one another a big hug,I then went and got a coffee..she already had one,when I sat back down we started talking about everything and anything and one of the topics she wanted to know more about was my diaper wearing and what did it feel like to wet and mess in them..she then replied..."the reason I wish to know more about them is that at one time I dated a guy who also wore diapers and plastic pants,and he was just as sweet as you are,I talked a lot about his diaper wearing to him and he did not mind telling me anything I wanted to know about them and to be honest Kerry it really turned me on,and he to was in an accident..but only it was a car accident and he was very lucky to still be on this planet rather then underneath it". I then answered any question to her on my diaper wearing that she asked and was totally honest to her about everything including what it felt like to be in an adult diaper that was both wet and messy,to that one I replied "my mother had told me some stories of my babyhood and toddler years and she said that I was the kind of baby who seemed to not ever mind being in a wet or dirty diaper and that I would wiggle and squirm to not have them changed when I did find out you had filled,wet your pants,or both..she then said joking of course "that if one day you were ever forced to wear diapers as an adult..I think you would just stay in a messy and wet diaper all day long if you could" and I recall my mother laughing after saying that one and I was maybe 3 and a half or a bit more at the time and still recall being diapered as well as that conversation"..Wendy laughed at that one when I told her..she smiled and told me she loved my honesty to her very much as well my mothers sense of humor,and after I was done talking she gave me a very sweet and passionate kiss then patted me on my diaper and rubber panted bottom and that made me and her smile big time..I then asked her if she would like to go to dinner with me or maybe a movie one night..but did not tell her of something else I hoped to do..and no it was not to make love to her,that may or may not happen at some later date but I did not care about that at all,for now just having a good time with her was all that was on my mind,she answered very quickly.."yes I sure would like that Kerry and when would you like to do this"..well it was a Wednesday night,so I thought for a second then said "how about this Friday"..she agreed and I told her I would pick her up,she then gave me her address plus her phone number in case I could not find her place..and the date was set..we then finished our coffee's gave each other another hug and parted ways..both saying see you on Friday. When that Friday at work started,I could not help feeling so very good inside about the date I was going to take Wendy on that night and the surprise I had in mind for her,you see,on the phone that night that we first spoke she had asked if I like rock and roll music and I said I yes love it ..well so did she..anyways I had four days earlier bought some tickets for a live band at a dance club for tonight and I was paying for them after work..I was also happy as it was payday,and a long weekend,I used the next few hours finishing off projects I had begun earlier in the week,putting some final touches on some windows I had designed and also painting them as well as some double doors,I then went do some cleanup down at the mill..sweeping the floors and also greasing a few machines..this took the time to 12 noon..lunch time and because it was a very hot and nice day about 80 degrees outside so I went and sat on a bench outside and ate my lunch and some other employees even joined me..after lunch was done I went into the plant and there were three orders for windows..so I started putting them together..after a few hours of doing that I went back down to the mill and helped stack some wood with another employee..it was now 3 45 pm and the end of the day at 4 30 was near..the boss came around about twenty five minutes later with a stack of paychecks and handed one out to all the employee's,I had put in a lot of overtime in the last two weeks so figured my paycheck just may be a decent one this time around..when he handed mine to me I opened it as I walked back up to the plant..Now to fast forward just a little bit for this one situation,at some point..and I do not know exactly where..but I pooped and wet my diaper,it could have been set in motion when I seen that the check I made was for over 2200 dollars..and I was a very happy campers at this amount..even though I now was wearing a wet pair of rubber pants and a fully loaded dirty diaper,but overall it was a great work day and it was now so close to being over,when it was I went grabbed my lunchbox and gear jumped in my truck and headed down the highway,I then figured I still had a long time before I was to pick up Wendy,but because I had a messy diaper on..I was not going to do any banking stuff or pick up the tickets just yet as a diaper change was very much needed,and it was a priority..so I headed off home for a shower and diaper change. Once home I grabbed every thing I needed and then had that shower..when I got out I checked my watch and seen that it was almost 6pm and I had to pick the tickets up by 7pm..it was a Friday and my bank was open till 8 pm..I then rather then put a cloth diaper on,put on instead just a white disposable one and a pair of see thru rubber pants..then my dress slacks,a nice dress shirt,and some shoes and socks and headed back out the door to my truck and off to the bank..after I cashed my pay check I went and picked up the tickets for..the Z Z Top show at the dance club that she as of yet knew nothing about,and that show would be starting at 9pm..I then headed to pick up Wendy..once at her place that by the way I had no trouble finding..when I pulled into her driveway she was sitting on a chair on the porch..she gave me a great big hug and a friendly kiss as soon as I got to where she was,then she said .."hi Kerry..so nice to see you and you look so very nice in those slacks"..I then told her she also looked nice in her very pretty short blue dress and matching top and she smiled very brightly..then told her where I was taking her to dinner at,she did a few last minute things and then we left to go there..once there we sat at a nice table and I ordered her what ever she wanted and that was a steak dinner with all the trimmings..it sounded very good to me so I ordered the same..when the food arrived we ate everything up..and it was just fantastic..I then ordered her a glass of red wine and I had a coffee as I do not drink and drive..ever..when we had finished the meal and our drinks we sat there and talked for a while more about many things and so far the evening was one that was going along very nicely and we both were all smiles because of it..I then told her I was going to go pay the bill and I would be right back..while at the counter I complimented the waitress on her service and gave her a 15 dollar tip..then asked her to tell the chief just how good we both thought the meal was..I then walked back to the table and told her we are going dancing now and she was just so thrilled about that..she asked where we are going to and I just said a night club with a live band but did not say the name of the band that was playing and when she did ask all I did was look at her and smile..then just said it is a surprise. About 25 minutes later I pulled into the parking lot of the night club and had to look very hard for a parking spot as it was just packed with cars..we both got out of my vehicle and started walking to the entrance,we were about half way there when she seen the sign saying ..Live tonight.. Z Z top..I watched her reaction as she looked at the sign and the smile across her face was to me just priceless..she almost instantly grabbed me and gave me one of the sweetest kisses I have ever had..once inside I found us a table and pulled her chair out and she sat down..I then asked her what she wanted to drink and she said a rum and coke please and off I went to the bar..I just ordered a 7 up then headed back to the table..when I got there Wendy was talking to another women that had sat down beside her and when while still standing the first thing she did was to introduce her to me..she said.."Kerry this is a friend of mine I have not seen in a long time and her name is Brenda"..I looked over at her and smiled and she smiled back at me and I then sat down between the two of them..I then replied.."HI Brenda my name is Kerry and I am very pleased to meet you,any friend of this sweet lady Wendy's must also be a very nice person and again she smiled"..a bit bigger then the one she already sported..I then asked if she wanted a drink and she said "yes please a rum and coke just like the one Wendy was drinking: and off I went again to the bar..when I returned again to the table and sat down,Wendy then said "Brenda had gone to go use the ladies room,I hope Kerry you do not mind but I told Brenda that you wear diapers and rubber pants daily as she had asked how we met,where we met and what did. I think of you so far as a very nice and special person..so I told her of your diaper wearing because she was with me a lot of times when I dated that other guy I told you about that also wore diapers,and just like me she very much liked that he wore them and she very much like me loves that you wear them as well..I really hope you do not mind that I did that Kerry..if you do I am so very sorry"..I looked at her and smiled then said.."of course not Wendy I do not mind at all that you told her that I need to wear them daily,they will be a part of my life for a long time..I was never planning on keeping them a secret from people that I like and she is one of your best friends..and as you know by now I am a very honest guy and wearing diapers and rubber pants in no way embarrasses me"..I then leaned over and gave her a very sweet kiss to assure her again it was okay that she told her..a few minutes Z Z top got up on stage and played one of my favorite tunes Nation Wide,and I right away wanted to dance..I looked over towards Wendy and both her and Brenda were doing body movements to the tune same as I was..then rather then just ask Wendy I asked them both if they wanted to dance..well they all most beat me on to the dance floor..when I joined it ..it was a great time and both Wendy and Brenda and me as we all smiled as all our eyes passed passed by one another..it was a fantastic moment,they played 3 more songs after that all were great tunes..and and the dance floor was just a rocking...after we all danced the third song we went and sat back down..and I asked the girls if they wanted more to drink..the answer was yes..so off I again went to the bar..I seen an old friend of mine so stopped to talk to him for a bit just to sort of touch base..about ten minutes later. I then went to the bar and got the girls their drinks..I got another 7 up then went back to the table..it was then that Brenda stood up and said..I was wondering Kerry if you and Wendy would mind if I hung out with you two..I have no plans to do anything and it is a Friday night and I like being with you guys....I then looked over towards Wendy and she motioned to me that that would be okay..I then said to Brenda "of course it is okay if you party with us it is okay with Wendy and it is sure okay with me"..after I said that to her she looked into my eyes with a very pretty smile and replied.."thank you both so very much and I have a surprise for the both of you's after we leave here"..right after she said that the band came back on stage and played a slow tune it was then that Wendy asked me if I would like to dance and I was more then happy to and off the two of us went to the dance floor..as we started to dance over near the corner of the floor the lights went down low and Wendy pulled me tighter towards her and I draped my arms around her..she then gave me a very romantic kiss and I felt so special at that very moment like I wanted to spend a very long time with this woman..soon as she seen the big sweet smile on my face and seen as the lights were turned very low..she whispered in my ear if she could do something to me to turn me on even more and I replied "you sure can what did you have in mind"..she then took her right hand and gently started to unbutton the snap on my dress pants and slowly slid her hand down the front of them to my rubber pants and as soon as she did that my love muscle grew to its very erect size and was also very hard..before putting her hand down inside my plastic pants. She then felt all of me and said "wow Kerry you are so very hard and I just love it"..she then looked into my eyes and with the pleasure I was feeling I had no words at the time to say anything back but the smile on my face just got bigger and brighter and she knew I was one very happy camper..she then started a little up and down motion from the outside of my rubber pants and I very much felt like I was about to explode,she then stopped and moved her hand to the inside of my baby pants and down into the front of my diapers and gently grabbing my rock hard love muscle..then again started the up and down motion with her hand slowly..I just pulled her tighter to me as she did this and just thought to myself this is one of the most awesome pleasures I have ever had..part of that reason was that I had not really been near a women since that day of my accident and it was now nearly 9 months..as she was massaging my love muscle she looked at me again and then whispered in my ear.."well I see my big baby boy did not lose anything as far as getting an erection and I so like what I am doing right now and I hope you do as well"all this time she was saying that in my ear she was also stroking me a bit faster..then even went a bit faster yet,It could not have been more then about 20 seconds after that that I felt a tingling all over my body and my legs even felt weak and I came in my diaper as well as all over her hand and as I did that she then pulled me tighter to her and said oh baby just let yourself go and that was exactly what I was doing,but I did have a thought of being a little bit embarrassed as I could not hold on longer then I did..she must have sensed this because she right away said,it is all good my sweet baby..you are so very sweet,as soon as she said those comforting words I felt again very good. She then pulled her hand out from my diaper then put it around to the back and massaged my bottom and that too felt so very nice and she also this way cleaned away a lot of my love juices from her hand on the back of my diapers,she then slowly brought her hand back out and fastened up the snap again on my slacks..by this time and it was the sweetest timing in the world as the song was nearing its end..she then licked all of her hand then looked at me and said.."Oh Kerry you taste so good..I could just eat all of you up" and with those words said by her the smile on my face that had never went away since we got on the dance floor got even bigger then it was already and I never thought in my wildest dreams I could smile like that,then we just held each other tightly till the song ended and then the two of us walked back arm and arm to the table and sat down..Brenda was not at the table when we got there but we both seen her talking to one of her lady friends about three tables over,and then a thought hit me,that I was also so glad that at some point along the pleasure trip she gave me that she did not also add.."Kerry I noticed you pooped your pants while dancing",and I was very happy that I had not did that at any point during that sweet encounter..a few minutes later Brenda arrived back at the table and she started talking to Wendy..I on the other hand did not speak at that time as I was still on cloud nine from what she had did for me..and that smile never went off my face the rest of the evening..to be continued
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