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  1. Version 1.0.0

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    First off, thank you to chazzi for originally posting these clips a while back (although in lower resolution). These clips from HUNT-672 feature a student with remote control over a vibrator that has somehow found its way into the teacher's panties. The teacher is at the mercy of the remote control vibe, and eventually wets herself in front of the entire class. The ladies are quite attactive, and wearing sexy skirts and heels in all clips. Unfortunately, I was only able to find hi-res clips for 5 of the 7 teachers featured in this video. Short descriptions of each clip provided below. I hope you enjoy these as much as I have. Clip 1: Brunette teacher wearing light blue skirt and white blouse. She does the best job of the teachers in this video at keeping her vibrator situation as discrete as possible. In the end, she cannot resist the vibe and wets herself in front of the class. Clip 2: White blouse showing off the teacher's nice cleavage, pink skirt and black heels. She resists the vibe for quite some time, but eventually has an embarrassing accident in front of the class. Clip 3: Dark gray skirt suit featuring a sexy mini skirt to show off her lovely legs. As she approaches the point where she will lose control, she begs the student with the remote control to spare her the embarrassment of a vibe-induced wetting in front of her class. The student cannot resist, and the teacher eventually loses her battle against the vibe. Clip 4: could not find scene 4 from this vid Clip 5: could not find scene 5 from this vid Clip 6: White blouse and light green mini skirt shows off a lot of leg with this teacher. She is mercilessly subjected to the remote control vibrator in this clip - the student is obviously enjoying the power he has over the teacher. Her sexy legs and short skirt are featured in the most sudden and explosive wetting of the entire set. This is one of my all-time favorite clips. Clip 7: Grey skirt suit with the hemline sitting just above the knees, complemented by black heels. Let's just say that her day of reading to the class turned out to be much more than the teacher bargained for. Another great ending with the teacher making a mess in her panties and skirt suit at the mercy of the vibe.

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  2. Be good for mommy

    It was a cool Saturday morning, The sun just barely peeking out behind the trees. Not a cloud in sight. Such a Beautifull day to be going to school detention. As we pulled into the school i found it really weird to look at without all the high school kids running around it. Granite Hills School (random school name) was a medium sized school with nothing much to it. The only thing the school is well known for is that 4 years ago it was one of the worst high schools for bullying, high pregnancies, and dropouts. Then one day they hired a disciplinary staff and everything was fixed. Being freshmen i haven't yet seen them myself and for some reason, no one ever wants to talk about it. As we pulled up to the front of the school we were greeted by a tall 6-foot blond girl. She didn't look much older than me and i gease she was just a senior also in trouble. “Excuse me, when will the teacher be here?” my dad asked the girl. “That would be me, i'm Mis.Mare the disciplinary,” she said with a smile. To the shock of us both and dad got out of the car to shake her hand and apologize for not knowing. “It's no problem it happens all the time.” she then looked over to me as i got out of the car and gave me a smile. “So how does this work exactly. Does Sara have to come here every week? Or….” my dad asked wanting to know how long i would be punished. “Ow no for what she did today will be all. Mostly she just has to finish her test and anything else she might not have finished.” Mis.Mare told him before handing him a couple pieces of paper. “This is everything you'll need to know and i would ask you read it as soon as you can.” he nodded and she looked back to me and gestured for me to follow her into the school building. As we walked through the empty halls she leads me to a room labeled D-1. walking in i seen that it was the size of a small class and looked like one except for the one desk in the middle of the room. “Why is their only one desk? Aren't there more students coming?” i asked. “Nope, you're the only one.” she told me as she walked to her desk and held up a folder as i walked over to the desk to sit down. After a moment of silence, she turned around and began writing on the board. 1 finish test. 2 punishment/lines As she wrote that i thought back to yesterday. All i did was not go to my math class and played on my phone in the girl's bathroom. I didn't even know we were having a test until i was caught. At least my punishment only lines. “Before we start i want to ask if you have any other homework you would like to do while you're here?” She asked and i shook my head no. “ok so here's how it'll work you after you finish your test its punishment, lines and then you can go home.” she told me with a smile as she handed me my test and a water bottle. The test wasn't very hard and besides Mis.Mare leaving for a few minutes to check something i was done within 40 minutes. “Done already?” she asked as she picked up both my test and empty water bottle. Throwing the bottle away she placed the test into the folder. “Ok then now please come up to the desk please,” she asked me and i did. I guess she's just going to give me a pen and a sentence to write. Mis.Mare then picked up the folder off her empty desk and put it into a droor before asking me to lift out my hands. When i did i heard a click and felt a cold metal around my hands and realized i was just handcuffed! “What the hell!” i yelled as i tried to get away from Mis.Mare but she just gripped the hand cuffs harder and pulled me over her desk and looped the handcuffs into a lock leaving me lying on the desk with my legs kicking over the edge. “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!” i screamed until but she then shoved something into my mouth and strapped it behind my head silencing me. “I told you earlier after you finish your test its punishment, lines and then you can go home. This is your punishment before your lines.” this bitch sade with that same simple smile as if this was normal before walking behind me. I tried to kick her but she just grabbed them both and moved them before she grabbed the sides of my pants and pulling them down to my feet. I tried my hardest to do something, to kick her but she just pushed my legs down and put her foon on my pants keeping my feet stuck in them and on the floor. “What cute undies you have,” she said and my face blushed beat red. SMACK! i screamed as loud as i could but was muffled by the thing in my mouth. “That's 1 for ditching class,” she said. my tears started flowing as she raised her left hand and smacked my left but check this time and i screamed again. “1 for playing on your phone during a class period.” Mis.Mare went on from there with each bad thing i did. Again and again. By the end i was out of breath and worn out. Mis.Mare walked around her desk and opened a cabinet before looking at my red teary eyed face and gave me that same smile. “The worst is over, just going to give you some stuff to help.” she said as she took out a paper bag and what back behind me. After a few moments and hearing some rustling sounds she quickly pulled my panties down. I began to squirm again until i felt a cold hand on my butt. “This is some special cream to stop the burning.” she told me before squirting moor cream on me and rubbing it in.” i was so embarrassed but at the same time i had to agree that the cream was soothing my very sore butt. I soon began to relax a bit, or as much as i could in this situation. Until i felt something weird as she began to poke my butthole and quickly slid a finger in and i bit down hard on the thing in my mouth. “Ow so tight. I know exactly what will work,” she said as began sliding her finger in and out and looking into her bag for something else. When she finally removed her finger something bigger was put in. “good girl, that plug fits you perfectly.” I have no idea what the did next, i could feel she put something fluffy on my butt and wrapped it around my crotch before taking a marker and writing something on it. She then started sliding my foot out of my pants and underwear and sliding something else up my legs and over the first thing before i heard a click. Mis.Mare then picked my cloths off the floor and walked back in front of me. Still, with that smile, she folded both my pants and underwear and placed them into the bag before taking a stapler and stapled the bag shut. Then with a marker, she wrote ‘for daddy’ on it and set it aside. “Great punishment is over!” Mis.Mare said with an excited tone. I just glared at her. She then undid the gag and i know could see it looked like a pacifier? She then held up a set of keys in front of me. “Now be a good girl and I'll use this one to let you out.” she said to me. “Fuck... you.” i panted at her but she kept smiling. “I'll let that one go just this once after what just happened.” she said to me before she grabbed a different key and undid the handcuffs. The moment she did i jumped to my feet and tried to run to the door but with the combination of the buttplug and a bulk between my legs, i quickly tripped and fell down. “What the!” i said as i spun around to look at what was between my legs and my brain couldn't comprehend what it was at first. “W-wh..” “It's a diaper sara. Something all bad kids get here.” Mis.Mare said to me as she watched me try to pake it off but it had some type of cover over it with a chain and lock. “That only comes off when you are done with your lines,” she told me. I tried to yell at her. Tried to still leave but the door was locked. I wanted to call the cops but my phone was in my pants and she just put them into her cabinet and held out a pen. “You can try whatever you want but you're not leaving until i get my lines. ‘I will be a good girl for mommy’ 100 times.” she told me as she sat back in her seat, that stupid smile not leaving her face. In the end she was right I couldn't do anything. So waddled my way back to the board and began reluctantly to write my lines. I had just finished writing 28 linens when i felt a major cramp in my stomach. “Can i use the bathroom!?” i asked Mis.Mare. “You may use the bathroom when your lines are done. I promise.” Mis.Mare said. So i continued. I tried to my hardest focus on my lines but i kept getting those cramps every few minutes and i had to stop until it passed. Once it did i tried to write faster making my handwriting sloppy but i finally covered the entire board and Mis.Mare began counting the lines as i bent over with another cramp. “So close but that's only 97. What bad handwriting,” she said. “But it's close enough. Please let me use the bathroom!” i pleaded. “Nope, i said 100 and since you can't do it the first time let's erase it all and start over.” she told me as she raised the eraser. “NOOOO!” I screamed. “Please i'll do anything just let me finish!” i pleaded with her as tears began streaming down my face. “Aww with a face like that it's hard to say no. ok, i have an idea. Be a good girl for mommy and come here.” she told me. I was in so grateful i didn't even bother to correct her. I walked over to her and she spun me around. CLICK. She turned me around again and pulled the plastic covering off revealing the big white diaper i had on. “I'll make you deal.you can either start over on the board, or you can be a good girl for mommy and finish your 3 lines on your diaper.” she told me before standing up and walking away. I looked down at the diaper and began to writing ‘i will be a good girl for mommy, i will be a good girl for mommy, i will be a good girl for mommy. On my diaper. I looked up to Mis.Mare who help out a pink skirt. “Good girl! Now let's get this on you and let you relive yourself,” she told me with her smile and i couldn't help but smile back as i let her help me get it on. It was a cheap skirt and it just barely covered my diaper. I was so glad it was Saturday so no one could see me like this as we walked threw the school. As soon as we got to the bathroom i reached for the door but it was locked. Suddenly a huge cramp hit and i fell to my knees clenching my stomach. “It's ok. The school is closed all the bathrooms are locked but don't worry. You'll be able to go soon.” Mis.Mare told me before reaching out her hand. “Now be a good girl for mommy and take my hand. I did as i was told and she helped me up before leading me by the hand to the front of the school. I could see out the door and see my dad's car already waiting for us and i began to whimper. “you're being a good girl. It's time to go see daddy. Be a good girl for mommy.” Mis.Mare said as we walked to the car and my face was bright red. My dad rolled down the window and looked at us. “How did it go?” he asked “It was perfect. She is almost done.” Mis.Mare told him Wait almost? What does she mean? “Ok ill wait.” he told us as he took the paper bag with ‘for daddy’ on it. Before turning to me. “Be a good girl for mommy and put your hands on the car.” Mis.Mare told me with her smile and i did what i was told. She then got behind me to lift up my skirt and slide her hand into the diaper and grabbed the butt plug. I began to whimper a bit before she whispered in my ear. “You're going to be a good girl from now on. You won't tell anyone about what happen today. You're going to feel really good soon. And if baby girl wants to feel better then, be a good girl for mommy and use your diaper.” she said and pulled the plug out. My eyes went wide and misty as everything i was holding in was coming out! My legs began to buckle as i squatted down and have everything come out as i began moaning from pleasure. Without realizing it i began to let go of my bladder as well. I was on the ground shaking when Mis.Mare opened the back seat door and helped my trembling body into the car and helped me get my seatbelt on before looking me in the eyes. She then started rubbing the front of my pee soaked diaper sending a shiver up my spine. “If baby girl wants this again then be a good girl for mommy.” she told me I had that same smile she had and said “Yes mommy.”
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    From the album Munio2017

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    Yuki's career as a teacher begins when she arrives at a school with a rather strange name, and a very strange secret... A game from a few years ago, which I recently decided to translate into English. If you get stuck, there's a hint to be found in a book somewhere.

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  5. The Exam

    Hello everyone ! This is my first one shot story. I finished to write my fic "Someone who cares" yesterday and I decided to write some one shot stories (this way I'm sure to finish them on time !). This one focuses on the bed wetting and pee accident of a 14 years old teenager. He wets himself in front of his examiner. You would have understand it, I love teacher-student stories ! Let me know if you liked this one ! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Exam Evan Mac Cormac was a 14 year old brilliant student from a small village called The Three Flowers in the beautiful countryside of the Somerset. His teachers, followed by his parents, convinced him to enter the famous Stone Bridge high school in London to get a chance to enter a good university after graduation. Evan was happy to have a chance to leave his little village. He liked his family and his teachers but he never knew how to make friends at school. Everybody was intimidated by his capacities and intelligence and they didn’t want to get too close to him. Maybe because they were afraid that intelligence could be contagious, bitterly thought Evan. The truth was that Evan was considered as a freak in his village. Every young man around him was destined to be a farmer, like their father. But Evan was not suit for this way of life. His happiness was in his books and his writings, that was all. Even his entire family, his mum and dad and his six brothers and sisters, looked at him as he was a freak. Of course they were all very proud of his bright brain but they never understood him. They never mocked him neither they tried to stop him from studying but they somewhat always avoided his presence. Therefore, when Mrs. Jones offered him to take an entrance examination at the Bridge Stone school in London, everybody felt relieved. He wouldn’t be in their way of life and they would stop looking at him as if he came from another planet. The day before the exam went like ever other day of the week : they all ate soup at the diner table and he went reading beside the fire place before going to bed while his mother was doing the dishes, his dad was saying good night to his cows and his brothers and sisters were playing some game. He was not unhappy at all, he was used to this repartition of roles. But for a second he hoped his parents would say something special on this special night. He yelled an overall goodnight before climbing the stairs to his room. He was lucky, he had a room of his own. His brothers and sisters were sharing three rooms to let him have his quiet space. He knew he was lucky, somehow. He went to bed feeling stressed about the day after. He looked at his books one last time and turned the light off early to have a good night sleep. Unfortunately, he was agitated all night. He had no idea what the school looked like. Or even London. What if he got lost and couldn’t pass the exam ? What if he took the wrong train and ended up in Scotland ? What if his alarm clock stopped working during the night and he didn’t wake up in time tomorrow morning ? On these haunting ‘what if’ he finally fell asleep. His night was filled with nightmares and he woke up the next morning feeling dizzy and sweaty. Or at least he thought it was sweat. He took a worried look at his sheets and realized he had wet the bed. His t-shirt and pants were soaked. How had pee himself… He had an accident ? How could he have wet the bed like a baby ? He was 14 years old for god sake ! Evan was panicking. The large puddle of pee in his bed was showing him that he was not an adult yet. He somehow wished that someone would come and reassure him as he felt some tears forming in his eyes. He had an accident and he was all alone. He panicked for a second that people would mock him if they saw what happened, but he remembered that he was alone in his room and that nobody would have the idea to come to wake up this morning. Maybe it was finally a good thing that his family didn’t really care about him. He got up quickly and got off his wet pyjamas and took off the wet sheets from his bed. He took his dirty laundry with him under the shower and washed them as he cleaned himself. After putting on his best clothes – a pair of beige pants, a white shirt and a dark blue cardigan sweater – he got out of the bathroom. He spread his laundry on his cupboard and on his window so it would be dry when he would be back from London at the end of the day. He tried to forget his shameful accident and to think only about the exam coming up. He got out of the room and found a plate of bread and jam on the table. His mother must have prepared his breakfast before going to bed the night before. She remembered, finally. Evan ate only one slice of bread, he was not hungry. On the other hand, he drunk two glasses of orange juice to wake him up. He gave himself his final look before going to the train station : his blue eyes looked a bit tired and his face’s fine lines underlined his vulnerable look. He noticed that he should have cut his curly brown hair and tried to make some order in it with his fingers. Hopefully he would wake up in the train and his face would loose this childish look, he thought. He thought that his pee accident was marked all on his face. He looked like an ashamed kid. He silently closed the door behind him and walked toward the train station. It was a thirty minutes walk through the countryside. Evan liked this road in the early morning; the sun was getting up but everything around him seemed to be still asleep. There was only one platform and one train waiting in the small train station. Evan entered in the train and took a seat by the window. He checked one last time that he got his London maps with the direction’s instructions given by Mrs Jones. After a few minutes, the train started. The trip was one hour and a half long and during all this time he couldn’t stop thinking about what happened last night. He was completely disoriented by his pee accident. He had never been a normal child: he grew up quickly and became independent very young. He stopped peeing himself (day and night) at the age of 2 years old and had never experienced this kind of accident before. Therefore he couldn’t stop wondering how it could have happened just before his examination. He was so used to grow up and to be more and more independent that he couldn’t bare this experience of regression. He could feel some tears coming up in his eyes at this thoughts and tried to stop thinking about it. He couldn’t behave like a child. He took one of his book and forced himself to read and tried to focus on his examination. When he arrived in King’s Cross station, he couldn’t believe the mess around him. Masses of people hurrying, screaming, laughing. He suddenly felt his head spin. He was not used to that kind of traffic and he had the feeling that the crowd was going to crush him as soon as he would get out of the train. Ignoring his heart beating faster and faster, Evan got out of the train and tried to find the train station exit. He couldn’t let himself intimidated, he had to be at his exam on time. He finally found the stairs leading to the streets. He pressed his bag against him and almost run to escape the wave of people surrounding him. When he finally got out of the station, he breathed heavily. He had to calm down before facing the examiner. He looked at his map and followed the instructions. He didn’t look up from his map, feeling on the urge to have a panic attack. He was surrounded by streets he had never seen and people in London looked so different from the countryside population that it made him feel completely losr. He thought that he would have love to have an adult which, for once, would have led him to his destination. But his father and mother would have reacted the same way as he did right now. The Three Flowers was a lovely village but it was far more different than London. He tried to vanished these childish thoughts and remembered that he was almost an adult in his family; he had to act like it. After what seemed an eternity to Evan, he finally arrived to the school. He faced the building with complete admiration. The school took place in an old Victorian manor. The teen could noticed so many details on the walls. It sure felt very different from his home school. He was finally pulled out from his fascination by a man who looked very strict. He must have been around 35 or 40 years. His dark hair seemed long for a man – under the ears -, it was cut very strictly and it made his green eyes darker than they originally were. He was dressed in dark colours and had a dark brown satchel. He seemed very tall to Evan, who was quite small for his age, and the man thin body underlined that impression of height. “Are you Mr. Evan Mc Cormac ?” the man asked politely. “Yes, sir. I come for the entrance examination.” Evan responded, feeling a pinch in his bladder due to his growing stress. “I am Pr. Guilbert. I will be your examiner today and I will also supervise your preparation. Please, follow me.” added the teacher strictly. Evan followed the man through the corridors, feeling his stress getting higher and higher. This teacher didn’t look nice at all and the teen was suddenly sure to fail. It was easy to feel important in a small village where education was not the priority, but in a school like this one, Evan felt like he was nothing. Finally, Pr. Guilbert opened a door and let Evan entered first. In the room was only one huge desk at the front and a ridiculously small one in the middle. As he entered he could feel his palm getting sweaty and his bladder pinching furiously. “Take your seat, Evan.” invited the teacher by pointing the small desk. “I will explain to you the examination’s instructions”. He gave the boy a bunch of blank paper and a pen. “You won’t have access to your bag during the exam, please give it to me”. He ordered strictly. As he took the boy’s bag, he could see his multiple London maps and couldn’t prevent a smile, which he hid from the student. “You have to listen very carefully the instructions because I won’t repeat them. The examination is separated in two parts: one is dedicated to writing, the other one is an oral discussion. You have one hour and thirty minutes to prepare the first one and thirty minutes for the interview. Is that clear ?” the man asked. “Yes, professor.” replied Evan. “For the writing part, you will have to submit an organized essay responding to the following question : Is there a better place to learn than school ? Beware, in this essay we don’t want you to defend what you think your examiner wants to read but what you really think about the subject. Is that clear ?” he asked. “Y… Yes, sir.” answered Evan, stressed by the man’s strict tone. “Concerning the second part of the exam, I will ask you questions and examine your capacity to formulate a clear and pertinent response as well as your capacity to extend the question. Now, do you have any question ?” he finally asked. “Yes… Is it allowed to get out of the room for a break ?” Evan asked worried about his more and more frequent pinches in his bladder. “Mr. Mc Cormac, no you can’t go out of the room for a break.” said the teacher, insisting with irony on the last term. “I sincerely hope that two and a half hours of work will not be too much to endure.” he finally added, sincerely ironic now. “No. That’s not what I meant, sir...” tried Evan, but the teacher had already turn back. As Mr. Guilbert sat behind the huge desk, he looked at his watch. After a few seconds he said, “You may begin”. Evan decided not to think, even for a second, about his bladder. He started to write frantically on his paper to figure out a structure for his essay. After half an hour he had found all the essay’s structure and arguments and all he had to do was to develop them. When he switched papers to write his development, he realized that he was constantly moving his legs. He hadn’t realized until now that his legs were testifying his need to pee. Even if his mind had been able to switch of the pee signal, his body was still focused on his bladder. He decided to ignore it and started to write his essay. But at the end of the introduction, he felt his bladder pinch so hard that he had to stop writing. He crossed his legs, furiously trying to make his bladder stop annoying him. He took his pen back in his hand and wrote his first argument. When he finished this first argument, he was quite proud of himself. He had great examples about learning in nature. But then he realized that his left hand was intensely grabbing his crotch. Hopefully, the desk was not showing his legs to the teacher. He could feel his bladder crying for relief. But he knew he couldn’t ask for the loo. He had to endure this horrible pain until the end of the exam. He tightened his hand to his crotch and started his second argument. He managed to finish it without any accident but he had to take a break in his writing to put his second hand on his crotch. He had to pee so bad that he wasn’t sure now that he would get out of the room with his briefs dry. After a few seconds moving back and forth on his chair, he noticed the teacher’s eyes fixed on him. His raised left eyebrow convinced Evan to get back to his writing. With regret he removed his right hand from his crotch and started writing his final argument. But he had to stop in the middle of it to tighten his penis. He had felt some pee dribbled through his penis. He could feel that his briefs were a bit wet in the front. He tried to stop the pee but he could still feel some drops coming out. After what seemed an eternity, his bladder seemed to regain a little bit of control. He finished his last argument and went on to the conclusion. He focused on that very important part of the essay : he had to convince his reader that his development was coherent. He smiled as he put down his pen, maybe he didn’t completely fail finally. But, if he didn’t failed his essay, he actually failed his bladder. Before he could realize it, he felt a spurt coming out of his penis. Now his briefs were soaked. He looked down his pants and was relieved that it didn’t show. But he blamed himself for wearing beige… What a stupid idea. He put back his second hand behind his legs and tried to prevent any spurts of pee for coming down. His bladder was seriously aching and he could feel his hands trembling. He knew he was on the urge to have an accident on his chair, in front of Pr. Guilbert. He suddenly had a great idea: take of his cardigan and tie it around his hips. That way, even if the pee would show a patch, the cardigan would hide it, Evan thought. But as soon as he let go of his crotch to take of his cardigan he felt another spurt coming out and wetting his briefs. He could feel this one was bigger than the first one. When he looked down at his pants he was horrified to notice an evident small patch of pee in the front of his pants. He quickly tied his cardigan and made sure that the leaves would hide the wet spot. He put back his hands between his crotch and prayed for his bladder to be patient. He could feel his face reddening with shame and effort. He wanted to cry so hard right now, he wanted someone to take him to the loo and tell him it was all right. But he was in a classroom with a dreadful teacher who wouldn’t even notice that he was suffering. After this moment of despair, he tried to reason himself. He was a 14 years old teenager, he would not pee his pants ! He remembered last night’s accident and suddenly felt like a very little kid. How could he wet his pants again ? Before he could tell himself more, the teacher called him at his desk. He knew that getting up of his chair without wetting wouldn’t be easy… Indeed, as soon as he got up he felt a small spurt of pee wetting his briefs. He couldn’t hold his crotch now that he was facing the teacher. Tortured, Evan walked to the front of the room. Every step was a nightmare: he could feel spurts coming out. He could almost hear the hissing sound echoing in the silenced room. He couldn’t looked down to see if his pants were showing, but he could definitely feel the front of them getting wetter and wetter. But the teacher’s face showed nothing. He sat in front of the man with relief. He handed his paper and immediately put his hands back to his crotch. He glanced at his pants and noticed with fear that there was a large patch of pee on the front. Fortunately, the cardigan seemed to have hid it from the teacher’s gaze. Evan convinced himself that he would to regain control after he would be sitting, but he was clearly absolutely desperate now. He couldn’t help but fidgeting on his chair. Despite the teacher despising glance at him, he had no choice but to bounce evidently. The teacher asked a first question. It was not a too complicated one for Evan. But his answer was confused. He couldn’t speak properly in his state. He kept trembling and his mouth was completely dry. Before he could finish his last sentence, he felt a huge spurt wetting his bum. Oh no ! His bum was getting wet. He could not hide his accident from his examiner anymore. He had to pee so bad… He bit his lips in pure despair and finished his sentence with pain. He could see his teacher writing down some remarks on a sheet of paper. Before the man begin to formulate his second question, Evan felt a succession of spurts coming out, wetting his bum and the beginning of his legs. “Oh no… No… I’m gonna… I’m… Pee...” he murmured to himself. He could hear the hissing sound of his pee coming out. He furiously hold his penis to stop the flow. He felt his face reddening and tears filling up his eyes. He wouldn’t be able to hide this awful accident to anyone now. He was peeing in his pants. “What did you say ?” asked the teacher, clearly worried now as he saw the kid’s blurred eyes. “I’m… sorry, sir.” said Evan, feeling the warmth of another long spurt. The boy was now clearly crying, not able to keep his tears from falling down his red cheeks. “Don’t cry, Evan. You’re doing just fine, you don’t need to worry.” said the man, very softly now. Mr. Guilbert didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know why the teenager suddenly fell apart. He seemed to have written a good essay and his first answer was good. Was he too harsh on him earlier ? “Do you want to take a break, Evan ?” he asked gently. “No… It’s...” Another long spurt stopped him in his sentence. The pee hadn’t hit the floor yet but he could feel he was completely soaked. “Aaah… It’s too late, sir.” continued the boy, in a sob. “What do you mean it’s too late ? You were doing good so far. What do you need, my boy ?” the man asked, now clearly moved by the boy in front of him. “I need to pee…” answered Evan, feeling completely mortified. “Oh. You can go to the bathroom then. We’ll continue our interview after, all right ?” the man said, surprised but relieved by the triviality of the kid’s need. “I don’t think I can stand up, sir. I can’t hold it...” said the teen. The flow had stopped for now but he knew it would not last. “All right, boy. It’s all right, I’ll help you.” the man said with a smile. He got up quickly and went to the boy’s chair. As he gently hold his arm to help the boy stand up, he saw the huge patch of pee on the front of his pants. “Oh ! You… You already wet your pants, Evan ?” he cried with surprise. “I’m so sorry, sir… I didn’t want to… I couldn’t hold any longer. I tried, I swear !” the boy screamed between his tears. “Okay, boy. It’s all right. I didn’t mean to scold you, I’m sure you did your best to hold it.” the man said gently. “Now, let’s try to hold it a little bit more, all right ?” he asked. Evan nodded. “I’ll hold you, don’t worry. Keep your hands tightened, my boy.” the man continued. Mr. Guilbert placed an arm around the boy’s shoulder and put his hand under Evan’s arm to lift him up. The teacher didn’t realize until now that the teen looked so childlike. He was very small for his age and the man could easily lift him up. They stepped out of the room and took a corridor. They were walking slowly, trying not to hasten the poor boy’s bladder. “No… Oh I can’t. I can’t hold it, sir. Pee… I’m gonna pee.” said the boy frantically. Evan froze and tried to squish his penis to hold his pee but it was too late. They both could hear the hissing sound followed by the sound of pee hitting the floor. “I’m so… I’m so sorry, sir. I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to.” said Evan, panicking. As he talked, the teacher could still see the stream of pee running through the boy’s pants and hear the hissing noise. He was in shock. He surely didn’t expect that when he woke up this morning. He of course had seen some students’ accidents in the past but not like that. He used to put a firm distance between him and his students. Today, there was no distance at all. The panicked boy’s eyes brought Mr. Guilbert back to reality. He faced the boy and crouched down to confront Evan’s eyes. “Darling, look at me. It’s all right. I know you didn’t want to. I’m sure you tried your best. It’s an accident, dear. Do you understand ?” he said, surprised by his own softness. The boy nodded timidly. “I’m taking you to the infirmary were you will clean up and change your clothes and then we’ll finish our interview, okay ?” he asked, holding the boy’s arm. “I have to clean up the mess, sir.” said Evan. “I will call someone, don’t worry.” he tried to reassure. Mr. Guilbert took place next to the boy again and guided him through the corridors with a hand on his back. After a quick clean up and change of clothes, they took their place back in the classroom. Despite his horrible accident, Evan got in the school. He had weekly meetings with his new English teacher Mr. Guilbert every week. The End
  6. female Tales of a Student Teacher

    When 23 year-old Rose Manning first got into teaching, she was warned about various aspects of the job. The pay isn't good enough, the workload is overwhelming, the kids are bastards - all warnings which Rose was all too familiar with. Fresh out of university, she had been lucky to find herself a job helping out with music lessons at a comprehensive school in south London. As a student teacher, she didn't expect to take many classes to start with, however she was excited about many of the opportunities for her to improve her skills, for instance, she had been put in charge of running the lower school choir for the upcoming term. She finally felt like an adult, working a full time job, living in a small flat with one of her best friends from school, eating properly cooked meals rather than the diet of Pot Noodles and takeway curries she enjoyed at university. She woke up on the morning of her first day feeling like she was ready to begin her new life. She'd finally got out of a fairly miserable fourteen month relationship with a guy who studied music with her at uni, and she felt free to meet new people, to start enjoying herself again. Rose had never been much of a morning person, but the adrenaline got her straight out of bed once her alarm rang at 6:00. Of course, the fact she was bursting for the loo also helped quicken her decision to climb out of bed and into the bathroom. She sighed as she emptied her bladder into the toilet, whilst doing the normal check of all her social media profiles at the same time. Wiping herself, before flushing the toilet, she began to shower, enjoying the sensation of the warm water on her barely blemished skin, as she ran shampoo through her luscious blonde hair. Though Rose was too modest to admit it, she really was beautiful, with her long blonde hair and stunning figure. She often found herself being cat-called on the streets by perverts, and leered at by 17 year old virgins, while she'd also been warned not to tolerate any of that sort of behaviour from the pupils she would be teaching in the upcoming months. Feeling sufficiently clean, she turned the shower off and began to dry herself. Rose opted for a tight black skirt, black tights and a smart white shirt, eager to make a good impression on the first day. After she finished getting ready, Rose headed downstairs, made herself a coffee and put the radio on. Dancing along to the music as she buttered her toast, her housemate Ellie came into the kitchen. "Someone's in a good mood!" Ellie exclaimed, wearily rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. "I'm just so excited, I really feel I can make a difference to these kid's lives!" Rose answered, taking a long slip of her coffee afterwards. "Fuck off Rose, you sound like an advert for the clinically deluded," Ellie moaned, running her hands through her long brown curly hair, still messy from the night's sleep. Rose just lifted her middle finger in response, as she swigged some more coffee. Rose loved Ellie, she really did, but her pessimistic attitude didn't half irritate her. But then again, maybe that's just what she needed, someone to keep her grounded. Ellie had spent the last two months telling Rose how much she'd hate teaching, which she had managed to ignore for the most part. Of course there was an element of nervousness for Rose, but she was determined to flush out that feeling with positivity. Finishing her coffee, she gathered her things together, and headed towards the door. "Have a good day at work Ellie!" Rose shouted. "I won't," Ellie replied. "Don't you have anything to say to me?" Rose tried to press her housemate for some words of encouragement. "Don't cry on the first day," Ellie sarcastically responded. Don't cry on the first day. Solid advice, Rose thought to herself, as she closed the door behind her. It was still just about summer in England, so the walk to the tube station was perfectly pleasant, as Rose began to mentally prepare herself for the day ahead. Okay so it's assembly this morning, then Year 8 music first two lessons, then choir at lunch. God, I wonder what the Year 8's will be like, they were always the worst year when I was younger. Rose continued to think through the walk, before she found herself at the tube station. She heard the train coming in, so she quickly ran towards the platform, and jumped on a tube packed with commuters. This wasn't how she pictured the start of her new London life, crammed into a small metallic train with 50 other sweaty strangers. After twenty minutes she found herself at the right stop, so she ungracefully elbowed her way out of the carriage, and onto the platform. Rose found herself swept up by the sea of commuters, heading towards the exit door. As she slowly moved out of the station, her eye was drawn towards the sign for the ladies toilets. Ooh, I could really do with a wee, she thought to herself. However she didn't want to be late, and besides, she wasn't going to pay 30p for the privilege to do something she could do for free in less than half an hour. After a short walk, she found herself at the gates of her new school. She took in her surroundings, the faint smell of weed, the five Year 10 kids aggressively hitting a football against the wall, the worn down school building in all its glory. It wasn't exactly Hogwarts, but shit, it was an actual school that actually wanted her. She looked at her watch, 8:17am, she was running slightly late for her meeting with the headteacher. She asked a surly looking teenager to point her in the direction of the headmaster's office, and began to walk down to begin her life as a student teacher. She found the office easily enough, and noticed the ladies toilets right next door. Perfect, I'll duck in here quickly before the meeting. However just as Rose was prepared to make her way to the loo, she was interrupted by a voice. "Miss Manning, welcome, I was beginning to think you'd changed your mind," the headteacher joked, with a hint of passive-aggression in his voice. Alright, I was only four minutes late you dick. "Mr Williams, thanks so much for the opportunity, sorry, the commute took slightly longer than I expected, new to London and everything!" Rose laughed. "Don't worry, I understand. Shall we go through?" Mr Williams asked. Rose debated asking if she could go to the loo first, but she didn't want to piss off the head on her first day. She wasn't that desperate yet, as long as she could relieve herself soon. "Sure!" After ten minutes, Mr Williams led Rose to the staff room to meet the rest of her new colleagues. Rose didn't quite pluck up the courage to ask if she could go to the toilet after leaving the head's office, and the effect of the coffee from that morning was beginning to take its toll. At uni, Rose had been the subject of mockery for her tiny bladder. When out in the evenings, Rose was always the first one to find herself in desperate need of relief, and on occasion, she had even resorted to peeing in darkened alleyways, or in one instance, in an empty water bottle on the deserted top floor of the no. 68 bus. In her adult life, she had only wet herself twice, once was during Glastonbury when she was 19, when she was in the queue for the toilet and holding it became too painful, while the other time was during a hockey match at uni, where she had a full bladder hit with the full force of a hockey stick. To this day, that was one of the most embarrassing days of her life, and while her friends were all sympathetic, she hadn't played hockey since, despite being twice player of the year for her university. Since realising just how small her bladder is, Rose had always made sure to use the toilet whenever one was available, even if she didn't really have to go that badly. "So everyone, I'd like to introduce you to Miss Manning, who will be joining us as of today. She will be assisting our music teachers, as well as taking some of the extra curricular clubs too. I'm sure you'll make her feel very welcome. I need to go and prepare for assembly now; Mrs Tyler, would you be able to show Miss Manning the ropes from here?" Mrs Tyler nodded, warmly grinning at Rose, as the head left the room. "Hi Rose, great to see you again, how are you doing?" Mrs Tyler asked. Beth Tyler was a brown haired woman in her early thirties, who had met Rose during her interview. "Oh really well thanks, so excited to get stuck in, I've been looking forward to this for a while." Rose politely sipped on the cup of coffee the head gave her in his office. "Oh that's lovely to hear. So it's whole school assembly in a few minutes, then I hear you're going to be helping me with my Year 8 class, is that correct?" she asked. "Yes, so hopefully a nice easy start for me," Rose laughed, trying to gauge Beth's reaction to that comment. Beth laughed nervously "They can be a challenging bunch, but don't worry, it's your first day, I wouldn't expect you to have to deal with them alone yet." "Oh that's a relief." The thought of relief reminded Rose of her nagging bladder. "By the way, where are the toilets in here?" "They're just round the corner there," Beth pointed them out to her. Rose finished the last of her coffee, then wandered over to the loos. She pushed the door, but to no avail. Fuck, someone's in there. She crossed her legs as she stood next to the adjacent wall, waiting for the occupant to finish so she could relieve herself. The first coffee had hit her bladder, and now she was pretty desperate to go. She certainly didn't want to leave it too much longer, as the second coffee would make its way down soon. Looking at her watch, she realised it would be assembly soon, and she'd rather sit through that crossing her legs, than miss the start of it and get into trouble on her first day. She reluctantly made her way round the corner, to see Beth waiting for her. "Better?" she asked. "Sorry? Oh yeah, much better thanks," Rose replied. Why did I say that? I'm going to look like I have the bladder of a three year old if I go before break now. You idiot. "Great, these assemblies are pretty boring most of the time, but they're only once a week at least," Beth joked. As the two headed into assembly, Rose began mentally working out a way to get to a toilet without seeming like she had a bladder condition. For now, she would just have to hold it.
  7. Miss. Black Pees

    Ruth Black had been in education all her life; she'd gone straight from high school to teacher training and back to school, and in all that time she had only peed at school twice. The toilets in her high school were particularly grim and to be avoided, a fact she had learned from her older siblings' frequent near accidents on their arrival home. Her first in-school pee was during a double PE lesson, it was the end of the day and her full bladder was made worse by having to run laps of the track. Her teacher had insisted they stay hydrated for the long distance run, but it was too much for Ruth's poor bladder. She was forced to feign an injury and, sitting on the grass massaging her ankle, she took the opportunity to surreptitiously shift her shorts to one side and relieve herself. The second occasion was the most embarrassing moment of her life. She was at the back of a queue of five for the two stalls with both a door and a non-flooded toilet when she realised she wasn't going to make it. In the split-second where she began leaking she decided to opt for the toilet over her pants. Her face was crimson as she simultaneously let a flood loose and pulled her pants down; she made eye contact with the other girls whose smirks confirmed that they had seen everything. A tear rolled down her cheek as she wiped and tried her best to dry her little accident. The subsequent teasing had shaken her, and she developed a great aversion to school toilets. Whatever the pressure on her bladder, she always made it out of the school from that day, and now she had spent seven years without using a single school toilet. But today, she had decided, that was going to change. Today Miss. Black was going to pee at school.
  8. View File Wet Teacher Collection 1.2 (HQ) First off, thank you to chazzi for originally posting these clips a while back (although in lower resolution). These clips from HUNT-672 feature a student with remote control over a vibrator that has somehow found its way into the teacher's panties. The teacher is at the mercy of the remote control vibe, and eventually wets herself in front of the entire class. The ladies are quite attactive, and wearing sexy skirts and heels in all clips. Unfortunately, I was only able to find hi-res clips for 5 of the 7 teachers featured in this video. Short descriptions of each clip provided below. I hope you enjoy these as much as I have. Clip 1: Brunette teacher wearing light blue skirt and white blouse. She does the best job of the teachers in this video at keeping her vibrator situation as discrete as possible. In the end, she cannot resist the vibe and wets herself in front of the class. Clip 2: White blouse showing off the teacher's nice cleavage, pink skirt and black heels. She resists the vibe for quite some time, but eventually has an embarrassing accident in front of the class. Clip 3: Dark gray skirt suit featuring a sexy mini skirt to show off her lovely legs. As she approaches the point where she will lose control, she begs the student with the remote control to spare her the embarrassment of a vibe-induced wetting in front of her class. The student cannot resist, and the teacher eventually loses her battle against the vibe. Clip 4: could not find scene 4 from this vid Clip 5: could not find scene 5 from this vid Clip 6: White blouse and light green mini skirt shows off a lot of leg with this teacher. She is mercilessly subjected to the remote control vibrator in this clip - the student is obviously enjoying the power he has over the teacher. Her sexy legs and short skirt are featured in the most sudden and explosive wetting of the entire set. This is one of my all-time favorite clips. Clip 7: Grey skirt suit with the hemline sitting just above the knees, complemented by black heels. Let's just say that her day of reading to the class turned out to be much more than the teacher bargained for. Another great ending with the teacher making a mess in her panties and skirt suit at the mercy of the vibe. Submitter femdesp Submitted 11/11/2016 Category Skirt Wetting  
  9. Is using the bathroom a right or a privilege for students? Here in the U.S., I'm really not sure if some teachers are trying to teach discipline to their students, are so insecure that they believe students are lying to get out of their lesson, or are just evil. Most of us have been at the hand of one of these teachers who would not let us go when we really needed to and suffered embarrassing accidents because of it... I personally think it's wrong for a teacher to deny someone needed bathroom privileges because they speculate and assume that a student might abuse it. It's true that bathroom breaks can be abused for the bad students in order to get out of class, cheat, or cause trouble. But should a few bad apples ruin the whole bunch? My Thoughts: - The discipline over learning to control one's bladder should not be taught by the teacher but should be left to the parents or guardians of the students to teach and encourage them in a safer setting. Bathrooms are there for a reason and sometimes, you just gotta go, especially if you drink a lot during the day and younger students have much smaller bladders and lack of self-control. If they are trying to teach, then you don't teach by forcing someone to hold it and have an embarrassing accident in front of their classmates, hoping they'll learn. Even for good and/or shyer students (like myself) who were embarrassed of asking to be excused is torture and such should never be reprimanded by a teacher. - If teachers think it's a disruption for students to go to the bathroom while they're teaching (or assume that everyone else will have to go because they let 1 person leave) does not always apply. The alternative solution goes back to the "potty break/team" line up idea is much better than outright denying access to a bathroom, but is patronizing and rather strange for older students. - If teachers are too insecure and think the students are just making excuses to get out of class, then they need to gain more confidence. Bad students do exist, but this should not be the case in every situation like I've observed in schools. Teachers are smart enough to know who the real trouble makers are and take note. What do you think? Do you have any stories about these dreadful experiences?
  10. Request to find old video

    Hey everyone! I was wondering, does anyone saw this very old japanese video back in 2008 that is uploaded to Youtube. The title - if I remembered correctly - is "school teacher looses control" (something like that). Does anyone know the source of the vid? I'm searching DUGA but results are yet to be fruitful. Thanks to any leads!!
  11. Hello omorashi-fans! I'm a cartoonist, just ffor hobby, and sometimes I make some omorashi/abdl staff for fun. These are two of my panty-wetting artworks, a police woman and a teacher wettting herself in front of her students. Enjoy it!
  12. Female A Tough Lesson

    This is a recent revision of a story I wrote a couple years ago for Nyou Fiction. ++++++++++++++++++++ Siphrah Chesley's mind was overflowing with thoughts. Uncertainties. Regrets. Bitter realizations. Inadequacies. Little anxieties of all shapes and sizes assailed her rational thoughts like a horde of biting insects, and they worked themselves into a frenzy when the bell rang. Here she was, a young woman whose teaching degree hadn't even gotten back from the framing shop, hardly more than a little schoolgirl herself, trying to do the impossible. Not literally impossible, of course. She knew (or at least hoped) she could work a job like this on a regular basis. This was only one class a day, when the usual responsibility of a teacher was three or four. It had all been her goal for years. But the task she faced now truly seemed impossible. Teaching a subject she hardly understood using notes that hardly made sense in a classroom she could hardly find her way around in wearing a new suit and shoes that hardly fit. Despite Mrs. Lenard's condescending attitude toward substitute teachers, she apparently had a lot of faith in her. Too much. She had left scanty, sometimes contradictory instructions. This and a dusty brick of a textbook that even Siphrah's adult mind found nearly impenetrable were all she was armed with in this five-day tour of duty in an advanced placement biology class. She could ask for help from the principal, but that would make her look weak. Her professional image was bolstered by her choice of apparel. At least, she hoped it was. She'd never known clothing very well, especially not the formal business kind, and could have been walking around in a fashion nightmare for all she knew. She wore a blue herringbone dress shirt and a navy blue skirt. She had toned it down from the truly sophisticated skirtsuit and heels she had worn yesterday because of the stifling heat and the realization that almost every permanent teacher at this school wore something more informal. She did worry that she might have gone too informal. The skirt was so short she felt like she should be trying out for the pom-pom squad, yet it had somehow looked conservative in the dressing room mirror. Oh well, such were the mysteries of the Universe. The half-moon glasses she wore should have prevented her from appearing too casual. She was also armed with a steely demeanor. She didn't know how to act friendly to students without showing her anxiety or her immature side. Giggling when she noticed she'd done something wrong didn't endear herself to this crowd. So, without even trying, she found herself acting stern, strict, and humorless. Acting like she was made of stone when she was really a bundle of overactive nerves. The professional look and routine didn't work very well on this class. The immature ones were out of control, and the mature ones asked challenging questions that brought her to the verge of blurting out that she had no idea what she was doing. Still, she'd gotten through one day. Seemingly on cue, the principal came in to check on her the moment she had brought the students in line and gotten a grip on the lesson plan. She looked good, and felt like she could enjoy doing this every day. That gave her some reassurance, but her job was due to get more complex and involved each day, there was much to do and say that she hadn't had time for yesterday, and she felt physically worn down from yesterday's battle. Her mind was overflowing with such thoughts, and she felt a cascade of panic wash over her as the bell rang and she suddenly realized just how bad her situation was. She also realized something else was overflowing. She had been too preoccupied to use the restroom before class, or even register the fact that she needed to, and now it was too late. Between the 90 minute length of classes at this school, the massive amounts of coffee working its way through her petite system, and the fragile state of her nerves, she could soon be overcome with a cascade of something besides panic. She got the things on her desk situated, trying to hide the fact that she wasn't finished looking over the materials. She tried to look natural as she took a seat behind the desk, even though she felt like her bladder was large enough to bulge and jiggle behind the fabric of her skirt. Then she crossed her right leg as far over her right as the tendons and muscles would allow, and silently scooted her seat forward until the leg-sandwich was wedged between the chair and desk as tightly as her circulatory system would permit. It was going to be a long 90 minutes. "The bell has sounded," were the teacher's first words to the class today. "Why do I hear talking?" "Because you're not deaf," a boy named Travis Russell said, provoking much laughter from the other students. "Knock it off, or I'll send you to 325." It hadn't taken her long to learn which room detentions were served in. "Mrs. Chesley, can I go to...?" a girl began to ask "I still hear talking." Once the room was quiet, Siphrah formally began class. "Mrs. Chesley, can I go to...?" the same girl started to say again. It was Stacy Sutton, who was actually one of the better students in this disrespectful pack of teenagers. Siphrah again interrupted her interruption. "I hear talking again, but nobody's hand is raised." Stacy's hand shot up. "Now, are there any pressing issues that can't wait until I've taken attendance?" She paused a moment, then called on Stacy. "Mrs. Chesley, can I go to the bathroom?" "My name is Ms. Chesley, and no you may not." "But I was at the pep rally and barely had time to..." "These are the rules every high school class follows, as I explained yesterday. If Mrs. Lenard is one of the rare exceptions that allows students to walk out of class for minor reasons like restroom breaks, she didn't inform me. Any other questions? No? Excellent. Now, is Marcus Anderson present?" Siphrah was a few names into the attendance sheet before she realized how hypocritical she was being. This fidgeting blonde in her class was no different from the girl she was only half a decade ago. The years of college and life experiences and maturing brain tissues hardly felt like they had transformed her. She wished for a moment that she could shove the textbook and lesson plan aside and skip off to the girls' room with Stacy. They would chat through the stall wall. She would relieve her stress as well as her aching bladder, and come back to class feeling fresh and up to the task. She pushed the silly fantasy out of her mind. She was a teacher. She couldn't show weakness, and nothing looks weaker than reversing your rule due to a student's complaint. Nothing except stopping class to run to the nearest toilet. Soon she came to the part of the lesson she was dreading. "Today we're going to cover the human urinary system," she said to the class, hardly able to speak those words with an unwavering voice. She stood up and turned on the projector, which she had already prepared with a transparency showing the female urinary system with labels pointing to each part. She foolishly turned it on as she was standing in the wrong spot, and for a moment the graphic was projected onto her clothes. This not only startled her, but reminded her of the real urinary system she had beneath her skin. The system she was currently putting through extreme torture just so she wouldn't lose face. Her knees buckled and the almost fell down. She caught herself on the corner of her desk, and maneuvered her body around to a place where she could see the transparency and point to the parts of it, but also be largely obscured from the students. Once in position, she crossed her legs. She hoped no one would notice her desperate body language. "The urinary system, also called the urinary tract or excretory system, is needed to purify the blood. Like the digestive system, this group of organs is involved in the elimination of waste, a taboo subject that many people have trouble discussing in a mature fashion. But be reminded that laughter is a form of disruption, and will be punished accordingly." This was an idle threat. If she gave detention every student who laughed during class, this classroom would be pretty much empty. "The urinary system consists chiefly of three organs: a pair of kidneys and the bladder." She stuttered as she named that last organ. She'd been trying to keep her mind off her own bladder since class began, and now she was going to have to describe it while looking at a picture of it. "The real work is done by tiny nephrons inside the kidneys." She uncrossed and recrossed her legs. She couldn't read the students' faces, but kept feeling like some of them were aware of her predicament. As her lecture went on, she felt more and more frantic. She walked around the projector much more than necessary. She couldn't help it. She couldn't keep still. When she was standing in place, her legs kept moving around, as if she was performing a strange dance. When she approached the end of her discussion of the kidneys, things went from bad to worse. "The urine..." She bit her lip as she spoke that word, and her body flinched. Her hands reached to grab her body and keep the urine from escaping, but she stopped them. Then she smiled, laughing at herself with a nervous "hahaha" that sounded more like humming. Some of the students gave her odd looks. Did they know what was wrong? "I'm sorry," she restarted, "the urine that is produced in Bowman's capsules passes through the duct of Bellini to collect in a reservoir called the renal pelvis. The renal pelvis and the renal sinus, which contains it, have confusing names. They don't have anything to do with the bones that are called the pelvis or the cavities in the head that are called sinuses. These are just Latin named describing their shape. From the renal pelvis, the urine from each kidney trickles down a long tube called the ureter, to be collected in a sac called the bladder." There was that word again. She couldn't make it through that sentence without uncrossing and recrossing her legs. She was explaining an organ as she strove to avoid acknowledging the one that she had. "Up until this point, the work of each kidney is totally independent of the other. In fact, a person can survive with only one kidney, although that causes certain health risks. There's no real reason to have two kidneys except to improve efficiency, and to provide a safeguard in case one is damaged or diseased." She wished she'd been provided with two bladders. Her one was at maximum capacity, and she had no safeguard if it failed. "The bladder is another organ with a somewhat confusing name, because there's a totally different organ called the gall bladder. This bladder is sometimes called the urinary bladder to avoid confusion. The bladder is a simple organ, not much more than a balloon made of flesh." Her mind lingered on this image. It couldn't help it. "A water balloon, you might say. Only instead of water it's full of urine, which is really mostly salt water. The yellow color comes from bilirubin, a chemical left over from bile, which the kidneys filter out from the blood." She didn't have to give all this information, but her mind wouldn't move on. "The smell of stale urine is ammonia. There isn't ammonia in it when it comes out, but there is urea. Urea is in there because the broken-down remnants of nucleotides, amino acids, and creatine all yield ammonia. Now, ammonia is a deadly poison, so the liver turns it into urea and uric acid. But it gets turned back into ammonia once you pi...once you urinate it out. Certain bacteria on the skin and outside the body feed on urea and release ammonia as a waste product. Our waste is their nourishment, and their waste is the pollutant in our blood that we must excrete as waste. Not all of this will be on the test. I'm getting a little off track." She forced her mind to move on, and forced her left leg to curl as far around her right one as she could without falling over. By now she had given up hope on holding it in until class was over. She had to think of an alternative, but no acceptable ones were coming to mind. She continued to resist the temptation to excuse herself from class, and continued with the lesson. "The bladder is held shut at the bottom by two muscles. Two confusingly named muscles called the internal and external urethral sphincters. A sphincter is any muscle that functions basically like a lens. There's also a pyloric sphincter in the lower part of the stomach, and an anal sphincter in the lower part of the rectum. The internal urethral sphincter holds the bladder tightly shut until it reaches its limit. The external urethral sphincter can be made to hold it shut for longer, until the person can find a convenient time and place to void her urine...or his." She was very close to blurting out her problem. "Much of toilet training in toddlers simply consists of strength training for the external urethral sphincter. On the other end of these sphincters is the urethra, a tube like the ureter, only leading out of the body. The final hole through which the urine is leaked...is eliminated from the body is called the urethral meatus, or meatus urinarius. In the female it is located between the vagina and the glans clitoris, while in the male it is located at the very tip of the penis, where it performs both an excretory and reproductive function. We'll talk more about the reproductive system later. Actually, we probably won't get to that until Mrs. Lenard is back, so she'll handle those parts." She cringed inwardly at that last sentence, and most of the students laughed. "Now quit laughing. You're supposed to be mature high school students in an A.P. class, almost ready for college. You shouldn't be tittering like little children." This made them laugh more. "Tittering!" Siphrah repeated loudly. She was really losing her patience. "It's a word!" She tried to regain her composure. "Are there any questions about this? I know I've covered a lot in a few minutes." It felt like a few hours. Gary Stewart raised his hand, as she knew he would. He genuinely cared about the lessons, and kept taking class time to satisfy his curiosity. It could really get on a teacher's nerves. "Yes, Gary?" "How do the male and female urinary systems differ?" "Unfortunately I only have a transparency of the female system, but both of them are in your book...or one of the handouts...or...I saw them somewhere." She was getting flustered. Her desperation was making it hard to concentrate on anything. "One difference is the urethra, of course. It's about twenty centimeters long in the male but only four in the female. In the male, its width varies between one and three millimeters, while the female urethra is a constant six. This is because the male urethra is constricted by erectile tissue and other reproductive structures. The ejaculatory duct connects with it from behind." The sounds of laughter in the classroom were building again. "The size and shape of the bladder is another point of contrast. In males it's 50% larger than in females. On average, the sensation of fullness occurs when the male bladder is distended to 300 milliliters, but only 200 milliliters in my female bladder." She froze as the noticed that slip of her tongue. She scanned her audience but saw no clear signs of realization. She knew she couldn't go on like this. She was tripping over her words and her feet. But what choice did she have? "I think I might have left out the part about stretch receptors. No matter, I'll get to that later. This is all in your textbook, anyway...but my lecture is still important, so pay attention. In the female, the bladder is wedged between the uterus and the pelvic floor. So it looks flatter in diagrams, kind of a diamond shape in cross section, but is actually wider than the male bladder. But both the male and female bladders become egg-shaped as they fill up. They also rise upward into the abdominal cavity, because the pelvic floor is too restrictive to contain a full bladder. In a state of extreme distension, the upper extremity of the bladder can rise up to the level of the navel." Siphrah felt a sudden loss of control. It subsided quickly, but not before a moment of panic, a panic that caused her right hand to shoot between her legs. She laughed nervously again as she students noticed her odd behavior. She made it look like she was rubbing her leg instead of holding her crotch. "I'm sorry, this skirt is new, and it itches." "Then take it off," one of the male students blurted out. Siphrah was furious. She might have sent him to detention, but didn't want to admit that she couldn't remember his name. "Young man, that is exactly the kind of sexual harassment that will get you into trouble in the real world. I'll let you off with a warning, but don't expect such lenient treatment from the next woman you speak to in such a disrespectful manner." Once she was finished with this sentence, she wanted to hit herself for failing to think of something. If she'd escorted the boy to Room 325, she could have easily used the faculty restroom on the way back. No student in her class would have known. Now she hoped someone else would be horribly disrespectful. "What was I...? Yes, sexual dimorphism in regards to the urinary system. Another thing to mention is the prostate gland, which is a male organ." She had to do something quick or she was going to be a live visual aid. It felt like a miracle when a thought suddenly came to her from out of the blue. "It would help if I could draw on this transparency. I don't have any erasable pens, but I think I saw some in the chem lab." She walked, briskly and stiffly, but still with an ounce of composure. She took a long loop past the desk and table, across the west wall, and around behind the stage-like structure on which the desks were situated. As soon as she was out of the students' sight, she grinned like a naughty schoolgirl. She had found a perfect excuse to leave the room without even lying. Leave the room and enter one with plumbing. Once she heard the click of the door behind her, she quickly went to task moving a stepladder in front of the door, rigging it so the handle couldn't be moved from the outside. She did most of this with one hand while the other pressed tightly against her bladder. The hands switched frequently. If someone had to follow her in, explaining why she had blocked the door would be embarrassing. But not as embarrassing as someone walking in on the teacher with her panties around her ankles and her rump hanging over the sink. Once the barricade was in place, she really started to do the potty dance. But her relief was literally around the corner. She trotted over to the first sink on the near side of the lab, and gracefully hoisted her petite body up onto the counter. She lifted her skirt up out of the way, and slipped her panties down to her ankles. Her body shivered in anticipation. Once she was sure her clothes were all out of the splash radius and her urethral meatus was aimed at the drain, she relaxed her external urethral sphincter and let the urine flow. And flow it did. She felt like she was redefining the word "piss." Never had she heard such a loud noise produced from human excretion. It wasn't all from the force of her water pressure. The echoes and reverberations of the cavernous aluminum-lined sink helped the volume. But she knew from yesterday that the walls here were practically soundproof, so she grinned another naughty grin as her urine hissed and spattered as loud as she pleased. 23 years old, and she was getting away with something that would have earned her a spanking as a child. Then something happened that made her fear for her career: A door creaked open. She whipped her head around to look, but the door she had come through was secure. Then she realized she had completely overlooked the second door to the chemistry lab. The one that connected with the main hallway. Her blood turned to ice as her heart skipped a beat and leaped into her throat. Those were the anatomically impossible things she felt were happening inside her body. But she wasn't thinking about the circulatory system. She was thinking about premature termination, disciplinary action, and a possible lawsuit. The deliciously naughty child in her was replaced by the mortally terrified adult. She would have preferred a smacked bottom to what was likely to happen if a minor saw what she was doing. She diminished the firehose torrent between her legs into a drinking fountain trickle, and moved a lever to make the water run slightly. She could use that to explain the sound, but getting herself back on her feet with her panties in place and no wet splotches on her skirt would be a greater challenge. As she waited for a person to emerge from the entryway, she thought about the noise she'd make if she hopped down. She didn't think it would go unnoticed. She only had a few seconds, and she just couldn't think of a way to make herself decent without arousing attention. The student walked right past her view without noticing. They were now on the other side of the support pillars and student work stations. Glass containers, Bunsen burners, and other implements hung on racks, blocking most of the view. Siphrah wasn't sure if it was a boy or a girl, so she wasn't sure how seriously they'd be traumatized if they saw here. Whatever the student was, they went to work at the counter on the exact opposite side to the one with the naughty teacher perched on it. She heard them opening and closing drawers and cupboards, rattling things around, and flipping through a notebook. Siphrah was safe from discovery, but not for long. With her left hand keeping her body stable, her right carefully reached for the paper towel dispenser and pulled out a brown, coarse towel. This she folded around her hand and slipped into the gap between her thigh and the rim of the sink. She carefully dabbed herself dry, then let go of the towel. She could hear it being soaked into mush in the sink, into which a stream of water from the faucet was still running. Next she brought her legs up until her heels were resting on the work station across from the sink. With her lower body stable and her simple beige silk panties in plain sight, she used both hands to slip them back up her legs until they got to the place where the edge of the hard sink counter displaced the soft flesh of her buttocks. There was no way to lift herself off the sink and pull the panties up at the same time. She would have to stand up to do that. She brought her legs back down to where they were dangling off the counter and thought for a moment. She was hesitant to hop down. The student was making noise, but not enough that they would fail to be startled if the teacher hopped down to the floor. The nervous woman continued to weigh her options when she heard glass implements crash together loudly. She had taken her eyes off the student's indistinct silhouette, and now looked back to see an eye staring right at her through the bottom of a 500 milliliter beaker. The student saw that she saw them, and the two pairs of startled eyes locked by accident. There was a moment of complete silence. Unspeakably awkward silence. "I'm so sorry!" a male voice blurted out, sounding as desperate as Siphrah felt. She was thankful he had spoken first, because she had no idea what to say. She jumped down from the counter and swiftly reached under the back of her skirt to pull her panties back up around her bare pelvic region. In the same fluid motion, she turned the faucet off with her other hand. She was back facing the pair of eyes in a blink. "I didn't mean to spy!" the voice quickly added. "I mean, I didn't spy. I wasn't spying. I just needed to get some supplies here for my extraterrestrial...I mean extracurricular project and I didn't know what was going on and didn't know if I should say something and so I ended up watching you and...I'm sorry!" The student's outpouring helped the teacher compose herself. He was powerless and insecure, bolstering her confidence. Her body language immediately adjusted to this. Since he was still on the other side of the barrier, talking to her through gaps, she walked around to meet him face to face. He was a lanky, freckled boy with glasses, pretty much exactly what Siphrah had pictured. She looked him in the eye, intimidating him further "Please don't tell anyone," the boy finally said. "I'm already in trouble for..." The room became silent again as he caught himself and abruptly cut the sentence short. "Please don't tell!" he repeated in an even more pleading tone than before. "I won't," Siphrah said in the sort of stern voice she thought he thought she would use. Trying not to betray her anxiety, she added, "You won't tell anyone what you saw here, will you?" He was quick to comply. "Of course not! Not a word! Just give me a chance." His eyes showed that he wasn't sure if he was all the way off the hook. "Of course I will," she said with a faint smile calculated to make the boy feel like she was bending the rules out of kindness. With those words, teacher and student parted ways, and their dignity and reputations survived another school day. The novice educator picked up the pen that had supposedly brought her into the lab, and headed back to the front of the classroom with bolstered confidence and a dulcified demeanor. "Sorry that took so long," Siphrah said to the class. Then the told the students a little white lie. "I had a little conversation with one of the faculty. It turns out students are allowed restroom breaks during class." Stacy Sutton practically jumped for joy.
  13. Hello omoking here I would like to ask if you had any teachers in school who you wished to see desperate to pee and/or wetting themselves
  14. File Name: Omorashi blog captures August 2015 part 2 File Submitter: Cathyva File Submitted: 27 Sep 2015 File Category: Female Wetting Clips from http://omorashi.blog.jp/archives/ August 2015. You know the concept in the meantime: short clips( 2-3 min) from Japanese desperation and wetting video's (with focus on wettings). Different situations as usual, desperation followed by wettings, deliberate wettings, skirts, knickers, schooluniform, pants, (forced) masturbation, toilet mishaps...; schoolgirls, office ladies, ladies next door.... inside, outside Click here to download this file
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    Clips from http://omorashi.blog.jp/archives/ August 2015. You know the concept in the meantime: short clips( 2-3 min) from Japanese desperation and wetting video's (with focus on wettings). Different situations as usual, desperation followed by wettings, deliberate wettings, skirts, knickers, schooluniform, pants, (forced) masturbation, toilet mishaps...; schoolgirls, office ladies, ladies next door.... inside, outside

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  16. File Name: Omorashi blog captures June 2015 part 2 File Submitter: Cathyva File Submitted: 06 Aug 2015 File Category: Female Wetting Clips from http://omorashi.blog.jp/archives/ Starting from June 18 till June 26. Japanese women wetting their panties (2-3 min) Different situations as usual, desperation followed by wettings, deliberate wettings, skirts, knickers, uniform, masturbation, toilet mishaps...; schoolgirls, ladies next door.... Some old ones, certainly some new ones as well... Click here to download this file
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    Clips from http://omorashi.blog.jp/archives/ Starting from June 18 till June 26. Japanese women wetting their panties (2-3 min) Different situations as usual, desperation followed by wettings, deliberate wettings, skirts, knickers, uniform, masturbation, toilet mishaps...; schoolgirls, ladies next door.... Some old ones, certainly some new ones as well...

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  18. female SYO 22

    File Name: SYO 22 File Submitter: fetishman1962 File Submitted: 16 Jun 2015 File Category: Female Wetting SYO 22 request Click here to download this file
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  20. Request HUNT-754

    I'm not sure if anyone has this video, but if someone is willing to share it would be appreciated. If someone knows where this vid can be safely downloaded, that would be helpful as well. As is the case for most of us on this forum, I am only interested in the desperation/wetting scenes. If someone has the entire vid, that would work as well. I suppose it would be good practice if I ended up having to extract the wetting scenes and post them to the site. Screenshot below
  21. File Name: Wet Teacher - HUNT-754 File Submitter: femdesp File Submitted: 31 May 2015 File Category: Female Wetting Omorashi scenes from HUNT-754. Attractive teachers are at the mercy of a student with a remote control vibrator. Various vibros are used, but all of the teachers eventually succumb to the vibe and wet themselves. Two screenshots provided for each clip. These are some of my favorite clips, and also my favorite since joining the site. I hope everyone enjoys the clips. Scene 1: White blouse, pink skirt. Very cute teacher, keeps her struggle very discreet until the very end. Scene 2: Black top, grey/white striped skirt. She is very sensitive to the vibe, and it has a noticeable effect on her. Very nice clip. Scene 3: The longest clip of the set, also featuring the cover model of the video. Attractive black skirt suit and heels. She has incredible resistance, despite a very powerful vibe used on her. Nice upskirt shots in this clip as well. This is easily one of the best of the set. Scene 4: Sexy teacher in off-white top, green pleated, knee-length skirt, black heels. She keeps her struggle discreet for a long time, but eventually her composure is overtaken by the power of the vibe. She is obviously very embarrassed when she loses control. Scene 5: Arguably the most visually and audibly stimulating clip of the entire set. White blouse, short pink skirt and black heels. The vibe is very powerful, and it is amazing she is able to resist as long as she does. Very nice cuts to upskirt views, and obvious effects every time the vibe is turned on. Scene 6: The vibe has immediate effects on this teacher. It is not long before she loses control in front of the class and wets herself. Beige skirt, white blouse. Scene 7: Orange/tan skirt, white blouse, black heels. She tries to keep her struggle as discreet as possible, but succumbs to the vibe just like the others once the stimulation becomes too much. In my opinion, one of the more attractive teachers in this set. Click here to download this file
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    Omorashi scenes from HUNT-754. Attractive teachers are at the mercy of a student with a remote control vibrator. Various vibros are used, but all of the teachers eventually succumb to the vibe and wet themselves. Two screenshots provided for each clip. These are some of my favorite clips, and also my favorite since joining the site. I hope everyone enjoys the clips. Scene 1: White blouse, pink skirt. Very cute teacher, keeps her struggle very discreet until the very end. Scene 2: Black top, grey/white striped skirt. She is very sensitive to the vibe, and it has a noticeable effect on her. Very nice clip. Scene 3: The longest clip of the set, also featuring the cover model of the video. Attractive black skirt suit and heels. She has incredible resistance, despite a very powerful vibe used on her. Nice upskirt shots in this clip as well. This is easily one of the best of the set. Scene 4: Sexy teacher in off-white top, green pleated, knee-length skirt, black heels. She keeps her struggle discreet for a long time, but eventually her composure is overtaken by the power of the vibe. She is obviously very embarrassed when she loses control. Scene 5: Arguably the most visually and audibly stimulating clip of the entire set. White blouse, short pink skirt and black heels. The vibe is very powerful, and it is amazing she is able to resist as long as she does. Very nice cuts to upskirt views, and obvious effects every time the vibe is turned on. Scene 6: The vibe has immediate effects on this teacher. It is not long before she loses control in front of the class and wets herself. Beige skirt, white blouse. Scene 7: Orange/tan skirt, white blouse, black heels. She tries to keep her struggle as discreet as possible, but succumbs to the vibe just like the others once the stimulation becomes too much. In my opinion, one of the more attractive teachers in this set.

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  23. Some Fc captures

    File Name: Some Fc captures File Submitter: Cathyva File Submitted: 13 Apr 2015 File Category: Female Wetting In follow-up of the tremendous work Rachel did with the upload of the "Recent Fc2 captures", downloaded some vids from http://omorashi.blog.jp/archives/ Starting from march 13 till March 26. Different situations as usual, desparation followed by wettings, deliberate wettings, skirts, knicker bikini wettings, masturbation/frottage; schoolgirls, teacher, , ladies next door.... Click here to download this file