Walter O Dim

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Below you'll find some chapters of my story, Hangover. If you want to read how it ends, you'll need to check out my Patreon at https://www.patreon.com/user?u=3954284&fan_landing=true 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. Chapter Two “Wait here,” said Sam, before striding out of the room. Amber sat up, but didn’t feel she was allowed to move away from her wet spot. Her headache seemed to be getting worse. With Sam out of the room, Amber took a moment to inspect the damage. The back of her white blouse was wet at the bottom, and would probably stain. She’d borrowed it from Sam as part of the costume, so that was something else that would get Amber into trouble. The back of her skirt was soaked. She lifted it up to see that her sheer tights were visibly wet, and you could clearly see that her white knickers were wet and yellowed too. They weren’t the sort of thing she’d normally wear, but she felt that they went with the costume. Sam returned, but she wasn’t alone. She’d brought her siblings with her. Daisy, Sam’s little sister, was a sweet, quiet girl. At 12 years old, she wasn’t quite into the awkward teenager phase yet. Danny was the middle child, and he was very much an awkward teenager. He also had a huge crush on Amber, and wasn’t very good at hiding it. Amber had always joked about how pathetic it was with Sam. She knew that at every possible opportunity he tried to get a peek up her skirt. This was when Amber realised that she was still sat there with her skirt lifted up, exposing her pissy knickers. She dropped it immediately, but she knew that everybody had seen. She looked away as Danny grinned at her. “Tell them what you did,” said Sam. “Please, Sam, I don’t want to say it,” said Amber. “Would you rather they saw it on Facebook?” asked Sam. “It’s okay, we can see what happened,” said Daisy sympathetically. “She has to say it,” Sam said firmly. There was an awkward pause. “I…I had an accident,” said Amber, unable to look at any of them. “Look at us and tell us what kind of accident,” said Sam. Amber lifted her head up and met the accusing stare of Sam, and the Cheshire Cat grin of Danny. “I had too much to drink, and I wet myself,” said Amber. Danny went beyond the grin at this point and started laughing hysterically. Daisy looked on sympathetically, while Amber felt the heat rising in her cheeks. “Danny, this is what can happen if you are reckless around alcohol. There’s a lesson to be learned here,” said Sam. “Why have you brought them in?” asked Amber. “Why do they need to see me like this?” “So that you’ll remember,” said Sam. “I’m fed up with constantly having to look after you at parties, not being able to relax. If I make today good and memorable for you, I doubt you’ll be in a hurry to make the same mistake again.” “I promise, I won’t do it again. I’m so sorry.” “I’m not convinced of that just yet. Follow me through to the kitchen, we need to get those wet clothes off of you and into the washing machine.” Chapter Three Sam walked confidently through to the kitchen, where the washing machine was. Amber trudged along behind, her wet tights rubbing on her thighs and bottom. Behind her, Danny and Daisy followed. Amber’s tights-clad feet felt cold on the tiled floor of the kitchen, and she was desperate for some aspirin, but didn’t think it was the right time to ask. “Right, skirt off then Ams,” Sam said, as she opened the door to the washing machine. Amber hesitated. “But, Danny and Daisy…” she said. “Yes, they’ll see your knickers. Never mind, they’ve seen them once already. Now, quickly, or do I need to get my phone out?” Seeing that she didn’t have an awful lot of choice, Amber unzipped her skirt, pulled and down her legs, stepped out of it and put it into the washing machine. She heard fresh laughter from Danny as her sodden knickers came into view. “And the blouse,” said Sam. “But I’m not wearing a bra,” said Amber. “I don’t want your brother to see me topless.” “If I were you I’d be more embarrassed about the fact that you pissed your pants than having a boy see your boobs,” said Sam. It made sense, but all the same, Amber really didn’t want to strip off in front of Danny. She felt bad enough knowing that he was looking at her knicker clad bum, and didn’t want it to go further. “Please don’t make me do this,” she pleaded. “I’m not making you do anything,” Sam said. “You can walk away at any point. That’s your choice. You can either be embarrassed with us, or embarrassed for the whole world to see.” With tears of humiliation starting to form in her eyes, Amber undid the blouse, one button at a time, before taking it off. She tried to cover up with her arms, but still felt very exposed. “Oh stop being silly,” said Sam. “They’re going to see your chest, you might as well get used to it. Arms by your sides!” She punctuated this last comment with a stinging slap to Amber’s rear. Amber rubbed her bottom before realising that she had completely exposed her chest to an ecstatic Danny, and a less enthused Daisy. “Tights next,” said Sam. Amber didn’t really see any point in arguing against this. Everybody could see her knickers right through her tights anyway, so she slipped them off without a fuss. “Just the knickers now then,” said Sam. “You can’t be serious?! You can’t expect me to let Danny see my… my…,” said a flustered Amber. “Your fanny? Yes, he’s going to see that. Unless, of course, you’d rather put all your wet things back on, walk home, explain to your mother what has happened, and have to deal with the fallout of that picture I took earlier. Your call.” For a moment, Amber just stood there, acutely aware of Danny’s eager stare. As she reluctantly put her thumbs into the waistband of her knickers, she started to cry. She pulled her knickers down her legs, exposing her wet, bald pubic region to the room. Chapter Four “Okay, you’ve had your fun,” Amber sobbed. “Now are you going to give me some clothes?” “Danny, does Amber sound like a girl who is very sorry for her actions, or like a stroppy little girl who doesn’t realise she’s not in charge here?” asked Sam. “I’d say she sounds like a stroppy little girl,” said Danny. As he stressed the word ‘little,’ his eyes went once again to her hairless pussy. “I’m sorry, really I am,” pleaded Amber, “but you’ve already made me show them everything. How much further can this really go? I just want to get dressed.” “Oh don’t worry, you will get to cover up a bit,” said Sam, eliciting a disappointed look from Danny. “But first we need to get you cleaned up. Unfortunately Daisy has an errand to run, so she won’t be able to help.” Sam gave Daisy a £20 note and Daisy nodded before leaving the room. A few moments later, Amber heard the front door close. Sam grabbed Amber by the ear and pulled her along to the bathroom. The pain in Amber’s ear made her forget all about the idea of covering up on the way there, meaning she gave Danny quite the show. He followed them into the bathroom, smiling the whole way. When they got inside, Amber could see that somebody had already run the bath. It must have happened before she woke up, she reasoned. “Get into the bath and sit down,” said Sam. Most of the fight seemed to have left Amber. While the prospect of taking a bath in front of Danny wasn’t very appealing, the fact that she was already naked in front of him took the edge off. She climbed in and sat down as instructed. She was, however, a little bit surprised when Sam dipped a wash-cloth into the water, and started washing her back for her. “I can wash myself,” said Amber. “I should imagine so, at your age,” said Sam, “but then, until last night I would have imagined a girl your age could keep her knickers dry too.” Sam smirked as she said this. It seemed that she was at a point where she was enjoying things now. Amber reasoned that she’d just have to put up with it. She was committed. It was too late to back out. There was no way she was letting Danny see her naked and letting the world know that she had wet herself. She was just having this thought as Sam reached round and starting washing her breasts, soaping them up in front of Danny’s wide eyes. Just as Amber was getting used to the idea of riding this out, thinking that the worst was surely over, Sam said something that made her reconsider her position. “Okay, up on all fours, bottom up and face towards that wall.” “What?” “You heard me,” said Sam. “You need cleaning, so get into position.” Amber reluctantly positioned herself on all fours with her bum facing towards Danny. He now had an unobstructed view of her most private places. She could only imagine what was going through his head as her friend soaped up her bottom thoroughly. She suffered the indignity of being poked and prodded on her most sensitive areas. When the humiliating wash was over, Sam delivered a sharp slap to Amber’s wet bottom. “OW! What was that for?” *SLAP* “You told that old perv last night that you like being spanked,” said Sam. *SLAP* “You said it turns you on,” said Sam. *SLAP* “Are you turned on now?” *SLAP* “No,” murmured Amber in a burst of fresh sobs. Sam delivered a few more smacks to the sobbing girl’s behind, before helping her out of the bath and drying her off with a towel. “Sam,” said Amber. “Yes?” said Sam. “Can we have a minute without Danny? I need to go to the toilet.” “You can’t use my toilet until you’ve cleaned my sofa,” said Sam. “I want it thoroughly scrubbed.” “Please, I’m not sure I can hold on that long,” said Amber. “It’s a good thing we’re prepared for that then isn’t it?” said Sam. Danny stood up and produced a pink pull up with Disney princesses on the front from behind his back. Chapter Five “You have got to be joking,” said Amber. “No joke. You’re not using the toilet before you clean my sofa, and I don’t trust you to hold on, given recent events,” said Sam. “I can hold it,” said Amber, but the fact that she was shifting from foot to foot as she said it wasn’t particularly convincing. “Put it on, or face the consequences,” said Sam. “Fine,” said Amber. She turned towards Danny, expecting him to hand her the infantile garment. Instead, he opened it up and held it down by her feet for her to step into. Not wanting to make matters worse, she stepped into it one foot at a time. Amber let Danny slide it up her legs, aware that he was looking at her hairless vagina the whole time. When the pull up was in place, Amber looked into the mirror. She was ashamed to see herself, naked but for what was essentially a nappy. The fact that she had a freshly spanked bottom underneath wasn’t helping either. The pull up felt bulky and unfamiliar between her legs. She didn’t have time to dwell on it long before Sam grabbed her by the ear again and was pulling her back to the living room. Danny appeared moments later with a scrubbing brush and a bucket of soapy water. “Get scrubbing then, pissy pants,” said Danny. Ordinarily, Amber would have never let Danny speak to her like this. However, she didn’t feel that a comeback would be particularly effective when she was dressed as she was. Instead she started to scrub the wet patch, increasingly aware of her need to use a toilet. She was also aware that as she got down onto her knees to scrub, it was impossible not to point her rustling bottom at Sam and Danny. By the time that she felt she had done a good job of cleaning up she felt like she was about to burst. “Okay, it’s done,” she said, glad that she’d finally get to use the toilet. “No. That’s not good enough. Scrub it some more,” said Sam. “Oh, and be quick. You won’t like what happens if you can’t keep that pull up dry.” Amber couldn’t believe her ears. She thought the nightmare was about to end, but Sam clearly had no intention of taking it easy on her. The sofa was fine, she was sure of it, but she set about scrubbing it some more. While she was attempting to clean the sofa for a second time, Amber heard the front door open. Shortly afterwards, Daisy walked into the room. When she realised what Amber was wearing, she looked down at the floor. “Don’t be embarrassed Daisy,” said Sam. “She might be wearing one of your old pull ups, but you haven’t needed them for years. The fact that Amber needed one last night, at her age, is embarrassing, but you don’t need to feel embarrassed.” Amber had never had any idea that Daisy had been a bedwetter. She only briefly acknowledged this new information, as the thing that was most heavily weighing on her mind was the increasingly real possibility of wetting herself again, this time in a nappy and with an audience. She was now at the point where she was grabbing her crotch to hold it in. “There. It’s clean,” said Amber. “Please, please, please, can I go to the toilet now?” “Looks like it needs a bit more work,” said Danny. “He’s right,” said Sam. It was at that point that Amber realised that Sam had been playing her for a fool. She’d never intended to let her use the toilet. She was just going to make her scrub and scrub until she wet herself in front of two children. “Please,” Amber said again, her hand in her crotch, “Please, please, please.” As she was begging, tears in her eyes, the dam burst, and she started peeing into her pull up. It was audible, and everybody in the room knew exactly what happened. Amber had wet herself for the second time in a 24 hour period, but this time it wasn’t her knickers that she’d soaked, but a pull up meant for children. Chapter six Amber stood, speechless, with her feet apart so that her wet pull up pressed as little as possible on her crotch. She wanted the ground to swallow her up. For a moment, nobody said anything. The silence was broken by Danny laughing hysterically. “I can’t believe she actually did it!” he blurted out. “Well, she has,” said Sam, “and you know what that means. Daisy, go and get the stuff.” “I’m not sure we should…” said Daisy, hesitating. Amber’s heart was pounding. What could they possibly have in store for her now? Daisy came back into the room with a large carrier bag, and passed it over to Sam wordlessly. Sam looked inside, seemed satisfied with the contents, and turned her attention back to Amber. “Lie down on the floor,” said Sam. Amber made the most of the opportunity to cover up, and laid herself face-down on the floor. “On your back, silly,” said Daisy. “Why?” said Amber as she turned over. She didn’t see the point in arguing anymore. She’d let things go so far that backing out now would be unthinkable. “So that we can get you into a fresh nappy. Or do you like the way this one feels?” asked Sam. As she asked, she squeezed the crotch of Amber’s pull up. “No,” said Amber. “No what?” asked Sam. “I don’t like how it feels.” “How what feels?” asked Sam. Amber realised that Sam wanted her to say something embarrassing in front of Danny and Daisy. “I don’t like the way my wet nappy feels,” said Amber, which elicited fresh giggles from Danny and a look of sympathy from Daisy. “Silly little girl. You’re not wearing a nappy,” said Sam. “That’s a pull up. These are nappies.” She pulled a package out of the carrier bag and Amber saw exactly what she meant. She had been incredibly embarrassed when Danny had slid the pull up over her legs, but at least that was how they went on, like regular knickers even if they didn’t look the part. They could also be pulled down, because in a pull up you were expected to try to get to the toilet. The nappies that were being shown to her now were clearly for people with no hope of getting to the toilet. They had tapes on the sides, just like the ones a real baby would wear. “Please, can I have another pull up? Please don’t make me wear a nappy,” pleaded Amber. The words were out of her mouth before she realised that she had any intention to beg. If you had told her yesterday that she would be begging to wear a children’s pull up, she would have laughed at you. “We did try you on pull ups sweetheart,” said Sam, “but you weren’t grown up enough for them, were you?” Sam gave the crotch of the pull up another squeeze, before getting down to business. She didn’t take the pull up down Amber’s legs, but ripped the sides instead. Amber realised that the sides were designed for just that purpose, so that girls who wet themselves could be changed easily. Sam slipped it out from under her, leaving her completely exposed. Next, Sam retrieved a pack of baby wipes from the carrier bag, and used them to wipe down Amber’s pussy and arse. She did it surprisingly gently, but the wipes still felt cold to Amber. Next came the dreaded nappy. Amber started to cry fresh tears as Sam unfolded it. She felt Sam grab her ankles and raise them up, exposing her recently spanked bottom as the nappy was slid under her. Amber was convinced that Sam would tape her into the nappy and that they would be done, but Sam reached into the bag and retrieved a bottle of baby powder. She started liberally sprinkling it on Amber’s hairless crotch. “You know, Amber, you might want to try not to use this nappy. You see, next time you need to be changed, it’s Danny’s turn,” said Sam. Amber couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Surely Sam couldn’t really expect her to let Danny change her nappy? As she was thinking this, Amber didn’t notice that Sam had opened a little silver package. She did, however, feel an intrusion when Sam placed the contents into her bum, pushing it in as far as she could with her finger. “What are you doing?” screamed Amber. “Oh, does the baby not like taking her medicine?” asked Sam, as she pushed the glycerine suppository into Amber’s back passage.

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You can enjoy, or not, the first few chapters below, but I didn't want to be one of those people who gets you into a story before letting you know that you need to pay for the rest. 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. Chapter Two Now would be a good time to point out another one of the offences which has a clear and determined punishment. You see, at St Margaret’s the uniform policy dictates that all girls wear tights under their skirts. Most girls opt for either black or flesh-coloured tights, while a few go for grey ones. The girls never chose to wear white tights, because they are used as a method of a most humiliating punishment. If a girl has an accident in her knickers, she is spanked and made to wear a nappy. This method of punishment was designed to humiliate the girl, but some girls were able to complete the punishment without their peers ever finding out. When the headmaster started at the school four years ago, he adapted the punishment to ensure that this did not happen. Now a pair of white tights accompany the nappy. This means when a girl is in white tights, everybody knows that not only has she had an accident, but that she is also wearing a nappy under her skirt. Because of the nature of the punishment, it is becomes more demeaning as the girls get older. There are sometimes a few girls in each year group who suffer the punishment in year 7, and occasionally an unlucky girl or two who suffer it in year 8. One unlucky girl even suffered the embarrassment of the white tights at the beginning of year 10, at the age of 14. Chloe Montague is in year 13. She is 17 years old, and now knows that the entire school will find out that she wet herself in the headmaster’s office. Chloe’s face burned with shame. She could feel the urine in her knickers, and pooling in her shoes. Her flesh-coloured tights were sticking to her thighs and she was standing in a puddle. As Lily removed herself from the headmaster’s lap and stood alongside Jessica, displaying her dark pubic curls, she seemed completely unfazed by the spanking she had just received. While Sarah was gone from the office, the headmaster decided to finish punishing the two girls he had already started with. Jessica was told to place her palms on the headmaster’s desk, lean forward and put her feet apart. Jessica was once again displaying all her charms to everybody in the office. The headmaster opened an old cabinet and withdrew his cane from within. He raised it up in the air, and brought it down hard on Jessica’s bottom, leaving a clear, thin mark. He repeated this, but the second time the cane came down Jessica shrieked and put her hands to her backside. ‘Put your hands back on the desk now!’ bellowed the headmaster. ‘If that happens again we will start your punishment from the very beginning!’ Jessica complied as swiftly as she could, and the cane came down again. Chloe could hear sniffling, and knew the girl was crying. As the final three strokes of the cane came down upon her glowing bottom, the sniffling turned into full blown sobs. When it was over, she was ordered to stand back in position, and was clearly a bit embarrassed to have been brought to tears in front of the other girls. As Lily took her turn assuming the position, Chloe became increasingly aware of a coldness in her knickers, down her legs, and in her shoes. Her urine had cooled down, and was now very uncomfortable. What made her more uncomfortable was knowing that after Lily had been caned, it was time for her punishment, and she wasn’t sure if she could bear it. She was still trying to think of ways out of it as the headmaster raised the cane, and brought it down hard on Lily’s scorching bottom. He gave her another five strokes, but Lily didn’t so much as flinch. She had endured this punishment before, and there was no glistening of tears in her eyes when she resumed her position, knickers at half mast, next to Jessica. ‘I have to say Chloe, I think by now you should be able to control your bodily functions. You’re 17 years old,’ the headmaster said patronisingly. ‘Please sir, it was just one accident sir. Please don’t make me wear the white tights. I’m too old,’ Chloe pleaded. ‘You are too old Chloe. Too old to be wetting yourself like a toddler. Too old to need the white tights and the nappy that goes with them. However, you’ve shown me today you aren’t capable of acting your age, so you will be treated as one of the younger girls.’ At that moment, Sarah re-entered the room holding a large plastic box with a lid. ‘Thank you Sarah,’ said the headmaster, ‘Just pop it down over there, Chloe needs to have her spanking first.’ Behind the headmaster, Lily was beaming with glee. Chapter Three The headmaster returned to the cabinet which he had retrieved the cane from, and removed a thick towel. He sat on the chair in the centre of the room and draped the towel over his lap. ‘Chloe, you know what you need to do.’ Chloe was rooted to the spot, seemingly unable to move. She had already thoroughly disgraced herself in front of the other girls. Could she really allow herself to be spanked as well? The girls would see her knickers, which were embarrassing enough before she had pissed in them. They would see her bald pussy, and from the sound of it they would see her put back in nappies for the first time since she was a toddler. ‘Sir is this really necessary?’ Chloe asked pleadingly. ‘Do you need the cane as well?’ The headmaster asked. ‘No sir.’ Chloe grudgingly walked towards him, painfully aware of the urine sloshing in her shoes. She draped herself over the towel and braced herself. Chloe had never been spanked before, and she realised within a few slaps that she did not have anywhere near the pain tolerance that the other girls possessed. She was flailing and kicking her legs before the headmaster had even lifted her skirt. One of her shoes was flung across the room, exposing the drenched foot of her flesh-coloured tights. Chloe could feel a rush of blood to her face as she felt the headmaster begin to lift her skirt. The colour of her tights meant that her knickers were clearly visible beneath them, and Lily couldn’t help but giggle as Chloe’s piss-saturated, bright yellow, Spongebob knickers came into view. The spanking continued over Chloe’s wet tights, and her cheeks flushed with fresh humiliation as she heard Lily’s giggles over the noise of her own bottom being struck again and again. Chloe was sure that when the other girls were being spanked, each stage of the spanking lasted around a minute. Now that she was the one being spanked it seemed to go on for much longer. Eventually, she felt the headmaster’s thumbs hook the waistband of her tights and pull them down her legs. Chloe was acutely aware that her knickers would be next. As embarrassing as they were, she was also grateful for the cover they were currently providing. As more and more blows rained down on her now scantily clad buttocks, the headmaster began to chastise her. Every other word seemed to be accentuated with a sharp sting to her rear. ‘It’s bad enough that some of the younger girls can’t control themselves, but you are 17 years old!’ he bellowed. ‘You’ve gone and wet yourself like a baby, but don’t you worry young lady. We know just how to deal with girls who still wet their knickers at St Margaret’s!’ As he finished that sentence, Chloe felt her knickers yanked unceremoniously down her legs, and realising that Sarah now had a clear view of her hairless pussy, desperately tried to clamber off of the headmaster’s lap and pull her knickers back up. She got as far as standing up before both of her wrists were brought up over her head, held in one of the headmaster’s strong hands. As he continued to spank her bare bottom in a standing position, Chloe realised she had made a grave error. Not only had she angered the man who was spanking her even further, by standing up she had also given Jessica and Lily a perfect view of her bald fanny, and was now completely powerless to cover it up in any way. Her arms stayed lodged over her head and her piss-stained knickers hung hopelessly at mid thigh. As the slaps continued on her naked bottom, she heard Lily whisper to Jessica, ‘Look, little miss pissy pants doesn’t even have any pubes! She’s such a baby!’ These words were the final straw for Chloe, who now began to openly sob, crying tears of shame. When the headmaster had finished punishing Chloe’s poor defenceless bottom, he told Jessica and Lily that they could get dressed. The girls didn’t waste any time in pulling up their knickers and tights and letting their skirts fall into their usual position. Jessica was still a little puffy eyed from crying, but Lily looked as if she hadn’t suffered in the slightest and was thoroughly enjoying herself. ‘Sarah, help Chloe out of her wet things,’ instructed the headmaster. Sarah approached Chloe with a plastic bag which was already containing the shoe which she had lost during her spanking. Sarah then bent down to retrieve Chloe’s other shoe, as the humiliated girl gingerly stepped out of it. This shoe joined its twin in the plastic bag. Next, in one swift motion Sarah pulled the girl’s tights and knickers down to her feet, and had her step out of them. Finally, Chloe’s wet skirt was unzipped and removed, and placed into the plastic bag with the other items. Chloe stood completely naked from the waist down, cheeks burning bright with humiliation as her urine-streaked legs, hairless pussy and bright red bum were on display for those around her to see. ‘Sarah, bring me the box please. Let’s get Chloe into her nappy.’

This story is really well written but not exactly my thing. Any chance of an alternate version where the loser of the bet in chapter one is one of the girls? Because I'd be all over that.

Chapter six Amber stood, speechless, with her feet apart so that her wet pull up pressed as little as possible on her crotch. She wanted the ground to swallow her up. For a moment, nobody said anything. The silence was broken by Danny laughing hysterically. “I can’t believe she actually did it!” he blurted out. “Well, she has,” said Sam, “and you know what that means. Daisy, go and get the stuff.” “I’m not sure we should…” said Daisy, hesitating. Amber’s heart was pounding. What could they possibly have in store for her now? Daisy came back into the room with a large carrier bag, and passed it over to Sam wordlessly. Sam looked inside, seemed satisfied with the contents, and turned her attention back to Amber. “Lie down on the floor,” said Sam. Amber made the most of the opportunity to cover up, and laid herself face-down on the floor. “On your back, silly,” said Daisy. “Why?” said Amber as she turned over. She didn’t see the point in arguing anymore. She’d let things go so far that backing out now would be unthinkable. “So that we can get you into a fresh nappy. Or do you like the way this one feels?” asked Sam. As she asked, she squeezed the crotch of Amber’s pull up. “No,” said Amber. “No what?” asked Sam. “I don’t like how it feels.” “How what feels?” asked Sam. Amber realised that Sam wanted her to say something embarrassing in front of Danny and Daisy. “I don’t like the way my wet nappy feels,” said Amber, which elicited fresh giggles from Danny and a look of sympathy from Daisy. “Silly little girl. You’re not wearing a nappy,” said Sam. “That’s a pull up. These are nappies.” She pulled a package out of the carrier bag and Amber saw exactly what she meant. She had been incredibly embarrassed when Danny had slid the pull up over her legs, but at least that was how they went on, like regular knickers even if they didn’t look the part. They could also be pulled down, because in a pull up you were expected to try to get to the toilet. The nappies that were being shown to her now were clearly for people with no hope of getting to the toilet. They had tapes on the sides, just like the ones a real baby would wear. “Please, can I have another pull up? Please don’t make me wear a nappy,” pleaded Amber. The words were out of her mouth before she realised that she had any intention to beg. If you had told her yesterday that she would be begging to wear a children’s pull up, she would have laughed at you. “We did try you on pull ups sweetheart,” said Sam, “but you weren’t grown up enough for them, were you?” Sam gave the crotch of the pull up another squeeze, before getting down to business. She didn’t take the pull up down Amber’s legs, but ripped the sides instead. Amber realised that the sides were designed for just that purpose, so that girls who wet themselves could be changed easily. Sam slipped it out from under her, leaving her completely exposed. Next, Sam retrieved a pack of baby wipes from the carrier bag, and used them to wipe down Amber’s pussy and arse. She did it surprisingly gently, but the wipes still felt cold to Amber. Next came the dreaded nappy. Amber started to cry fresh tears as Sam unfolded it. She felt Sam grab her ankles and raise them up, exposing her recently spanked bottom as the nappy was slid under her. Amber was convinced that Sam would tape her into the nappy and that they would be done, but Sam reached into the bag and retrieved a bottle of baby powder. She started liberally sprinkling it on Amber’s hairless crotch. “You know, Amber, you might want to try not to use this nappy. You see, next time you need to be changed, it’s Danny’s turn,” said Sam. Amber couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Surely Sam couldn’t really expect her to let Danny change her nappy? As she was thinking this, Amber didn’t notice that Sam had opened a little silver package. She did, however, feel an intrusion when Sam placed the contents into her bum, pushing it in as far as she could with her finger. “What are you doing?” screamed Amber. “Oh, does the baby not like taking her medicine?” asked Sam, as she pushed the glycerine suppository into Amber’s back passage.

Sorry for being inactive for a while. Life gets in the way and all that. Chapter Five “You have got to be joking,” said Amber. “No joke. You’re not using the toilet before you clean my sofa, and I don’t trust you to hold on, given recent events,” said Sam. “I can hold it,” said Amber, but the fact that she was shifting from foot to foot as she said it wasn’t particularly convincing. “Put it on, or face the consequences,” said Sam. “Fine,” said Amber. She turned towards Danny, expecting him to hand her the infantile garment. Instead, he opened it up and held it down by her feet for her to step into. Not wanting to make matters worse, she stepped into it one foot at a time. Amber let Danny slide it up her legs, aware that he was looking at her hairless vagina the whole time. When the pull up was in place, Amber looked into the mirror. She was ashamed to see herself, naked but for what was essentially a nappy. The fact that she had a freshly spanked bottom underneath wasn’t helping either. The pull up felt soft and unfamiliar between her legs. She didn’t have time to dwell on it long before Sam grabbed her by the ear again and was pulling her back to the living room. Danny appeared moments later with a scrubbing brush and a bucket of soapy water. “Get scrubbing then, pissy pants,” said Danny. Ordinarily, Amber would have never let Danny speak to her like this. However, she didn’t feel that a comeback would be particularly effective when she was dressed as she was. Instead she started to scrub the wet patch, increasingly aware of her need to use a toilet. She was also aware that as she got down onto her knees to scrub, it was impossible not to point her rustling bottom at Sam and Danny. By the time that she felt she had done a good job of cleaning up she felt like she was about to burst. “Okay, it’s done,” she said, glad that she’d finally get to use the toilet. “No. That’s not good enough. Scrub it some more,” said Sam. “Oh, and be quick. You won’t like what happens if you can’t keep that pull up dry.” Amber couldn’t believe her ears. She thought the nightmare was about to end, but Sam clearly had no intention of taking it easy on her. The sofa was fine, she was sure of it, but she set about scrubbing it some more. While she was attempting to clean the sofa for a second time, Amber heard the front door open. Shortly afterwards, Daisy walked into the room. When she realised what Amber was wearing, she looked down at the floor. “Don’t be embarrassed Daisy,” said Sam. “She might be wearing one of your old pull ups, but you haven’t needed them for years. The fact that Amber needed one last night, at her age, is embarrassing, but you don’t need to feel embarrassed.” Amber had never had any idea that Daisy had been a bedwetter. She only briefly acknowledged this new information, as the thing that was most heavily weighing on her mind was the increasingly real possibility of wetting herself again, this time in a nappy and with an audience. She was now at the point where she was grabbing her crotch to hold it in. “There. It’s clean,” said Amber. “Please, please, please, can I go to the toilet now?” “Looks like it needs a bit more work,” said Danny. “He’s right,” said Sam. It was at that point that Amber realised that Sam had been playing her for a fool. She’d never intended to let her use the toilet. She was just going to make her scrub and scrub until she wet herself in front of two children. “Please,” Amber said again, her hand in her crotch, “Please, please, please.” As she was begging, tears in her eyes, the dam burst, and she started peeing into her pull up. It was audible, and everybody in the room knew exactly what happened. Amber had wet herself for the second time in a 24 hour period, but this time it wasn’t her knickers that she’d soaked, but a pull up meant for children.

Chapter Two “Wait here,” said Sam, before striding out of the room. Amber sat up, but didn’t feel she was allowed to move away from her wet spot. Her headache seemed to be getting worse. With Sam out of the room, Amber took a moment to inspect the damage. The back of her white blouse was wet at the bottom, and would probably stain. She’d borrowed it from Sam as part of the costume, so that was something else that would get Amber into trouble. The back of her skirt was soaked. She lifted it up to see that her sheer tights were visibly wet, and you could clearly see that her white knickers were wet and yellowed too. They weren’t the sort of thing she’d normally wear, but she felt that they went with the costume. Sam returned, but she wasn’t alone. She’d brought her siblings with her. Daisy, Sam’s little sister, was a sweet, quiet girl. At 12 years old, she wasn’t quite into the awkward teenager phase yet. Danny was the middle child, and he was very much an awkward teenager. He also had a huge crush on Amber, and wasn’t very good at hiding it. Amber had always joked about how pathetic it was with Sam. She knew that at every possible opportunity he tried to get a peek up her skirt. This was when Amber realised that she was still sat there with her skirt lifted up, exposing her pissy knickers. She dropped it immediately, but she knew that everybody had seen. She looked away as Danny grinned at her. “Tell them what you did,” said Sam. “Please, Sam, I don’t want to say it,” said Amber. “Would you rather they saw it on Facebook?” asked Sam. “It’s okay, we can see what happened,” said Daisy sympathetically. “She has to say it,” Sam said firmly. There was an awkward pause. “I…I had an accident,” said Amber, unable to look at any of them. “Look at us and tell us what kind of accident,” said Sam. Amber lifted her head up and met the accusing stare of Sam, and the Cheshire Cat grin of Danny. “I had too much to drink, and I wet myself,” said Amber. Danny went beyond the grin at this point and started laughing hysterically. Daisy looked on sympathetically, while Amber felt the heat rising in her cheeks. “Danny, this is what can happen if you are reckless around alcohol. There’s a lesson to be learned here,” said Sam. “Why have you brought them in?” asked Amber. “Why do they need to see me like this?” “So that you’ll remember,” said Sam. “I’m fed up with constantly having to look after you at parties, not being able to relax. If I make today good and memorable for you, I doubt you’ll be in a hurry to make the same mistake again.” “I promise, I won’t do it again. I’m so sorry.” “I’m not convinced of that just yet. Follow me through to the kitchen, we need to get those wet clothes off of you and into the washing machine.” Chapter Three Sam walked confidently through to the kitchen, where the washing machine was. Amber trudged along behind, her wet tights rubbing on her thighs and bottom. Behind her, Danny and Daisy followed. Amber’s tights-clad feet felt cold on the tiled floor of the kitchen, and she was desperate for some aspirin, but didn’t think it was the right time to ask. “Right, skirt off then Ams,” Sam said, as she opened the door to the washing machine. Amber hesitated. “But, Danny and Daisy…” she said. “Yes, they’ll see your knickers. Never mind, they’ve seen them once already. Now, quickly, or do I need to get my phone out?” Seeing that she didn’t have an awful lot of choice, Amber unzipped her skirt, pulled it down her legs, stepped out of it and put it into the washing machine. She heard fresh laughter from Danny as her sodden knickers came into view. “And the blouse,” said Sam. “But I’m not wearing a bra,” said Amber. “I don’t want your brother to see me topless.” “If I were you I’d be more embarrassed about the fact that you pissed your pants than having a boy see your boobs,” said Sam. It made sense, but all the same, Amber really didn’t want to strip off in front of Danny. She felt bad enough knowing that he was looking at her knicker clad bum, and didn’t want it to go further. “Please don’t make me do this,” she pleaded. “I’m not making you do anything,” Sam said. “You can walk away at any point. That’s your choice. You can either be embarrassed with us, or embarrassed for the whole world to see.” With tears of humiliation starting to form in her eyes, Amber undid the blouse, one button at a time, before taking it off. She tried to cover up with her arms, but still felt very exposed. “Oh stop being silly,” said Sam. “They’re going to see your chest, you might as well get used to it. Arms by your sides!” She punctuated this last comment with a stinging slap to Amber’s rear. Amber rubbed her bottom before realising that she had completely exposed her chest to an ecstatic Danny, and a less enthused Daisy. “Tights next,” said Sam. Amber didn’t really see any point in arguing against this. Everybody could see her knickers right through her tights anyway, so she slipped them off without a fuss. “Just the knickers now then,” said Sam. “You can’t be serious?! You can’t expect me to let Danny see my… my…,” said a flustered Amber. “Your fanny? Yes, he’s going to see that. Unless, of course, you’d rather put all your wet things back on, walk home, explain to your mother what has happened, and have to deal with the fallout of that picture I took earlier. Your call.” For a moment, Amber just stood there, acutely aware of Danny’s eager stare. As she reluctantly put her thumbs into the waistband of her knickers, she started to cry. She pulled her knickers down her legs, exposing her wet, bald pubic region to the room. Chapter Four “Okay, you’ve had your fun,” Amber sobbed. “Now are you going to give me some clothes?” “Danny, does Amber sound like a girl who is very sorry for her actions, or like a stroppy little girl who doesn’t realise she’s not in charge here?” asked Sam. “I’d say she sounds like a stroppy little girl,” said Danny. As he stressed the word ‘little,’ his eyes went once again to her hairless pussy. “I’m sorry, really I am,” pleaded Amber, “but you’ve already made me show them everything. How much further can this really go? I just want to get dressed.” “Oh don’t worry, you will get to cover up a bit,” said Sam, eliciting a disappointed look from Danny. “But first we need to get you cleaned up. Unfortunately Daisy has an errand to run, so she won’t be able to help.” Sam gave Daisy a £20 note and Daisy nodded before leaving the room. A few moments later, Amber heard the front door close. Sam grabbed Amber by the ear and pulled her along to the bathroom. The pain in Amber’s ear made her forget all about the idea of covering up on the way there, meaning she gave Danny quite the show. He followed them into the bathroom, smiling the whole way. When they got inside, Amber could see that somebody had already run the bath. It must have happened before she woke up, she reasoned. “Get into the bath and sit down,” said Sam. Most of the fight seemed to have left Amber. While the prospect of taking a bath in front of Danny wasn’t very appealing, the fact that she was already naked in front of him took the edge off. She climbed in and sat down as instructed. She was, however, a little bit surprised when Sam dipped a wash-cloth into the water, and started washing her back for her. “I can wash myself,” said Amber. “I should imagine so, at your age,” said Sam, “but then, until last night I would have imagined a girl your age could keep her knickers dry too.” Sam smirked as she said this. It seemed that she was at a point where she was enjoying things now. Amber reasoned that she’d just have to put up with it. She was committed now. There was no way she was letting Danny see her naked and letting the world know that she had wet herself. She was just having this thought as Sam reached round and starting washing her breasts, soaping them up in front of Danny’s wide eyes. Just as Amber was getting used to the idea of riding this out, thinking that the worst was surely over, Sam said something that made her reconsider her position. “Okay, up on all fours, bottom towards that wall.” “What?” “You heard me,” said Sam. “You need cleaning, so get into position.” Amber reluctantly positioned herself on all fours with her bum facing towards Danny. He now had an unobstructed view of her most private places. She could only imagine what was going through his head right now as her friend soaped up her bottom thoroughly. She suffered the indignity of being poked and prodded on her most sensitive areas. When the humiliating wash was over, Sam delivered a sharp slap to Amber’s wet bottom. “OW! What was that for?” *SLAP* “You told that old perv last night that you like being spanked,” said Sam. *SLAP* “You said it turns you on,” said Sam. *SLAP* “Are you turned on now?” *SLAP* “No,” murmured Amber in a burst of fresh sobs. Sam delivered a few more smacks to the sobbing girl’s behind, before helping her out of the bath and drying her off with a towel. “Sam,” said Amber. “Yes?” said Sam. “Can we have a minute without Danny? I need to go to the toilet.” “You can’t use my toilet until you’ve cleaned my sofa,” said Sam. “I want it thoroughly scrubbed.” “Please, I’m not sure I can hold on that long,” said Amber. “It’s a good thing we’re prepared for that then isn’t it?” said Sam. Danny stood up and produced a pink pull up with Disney princesses on the front from behind his back.

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.