First Story Contribution

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Hi All,

I've been a member just over a year, and have decided, this year, to get back into my storywriting groove. I'm an English and Writing student, and am part of a Creative Writing group, and there's NO way in hell I could ever ask for critical commentary on these pieces! So any and all comments are welcome. This one is the first of a series I'm planning to write about a University student called Elena. The seond is already written and, depending on response, I may post the second up here in a few days, once I'm settled back at University.

Enjoy

Elena's Secret

Elena Mills opened the door to her room, and walked carefully inside. She let the door fall closed behind her, pitched her rucksack onto her bed, rolled her neck gently and stretched upwards. She was tall, and could almost touch the ceiling. She felt her muscles relax from the long day; first at work, followed by lectures.

Elena was in the second year of a Psychology degree. She had cleared the first year with decent results. Not outstanding; a 2:1 overall. But she now had a firm grasp of the basics of research and study, and had applied that to great effect during the first two months of the academic year. Her contributions to the Psychology Society had received rave reviews from her lecturers and fellow students alike. Yet no-one knew the real reason why Elena Mills was studying the subject.

Elena knew there was no such thing as 'normal'. Most Psychology students would happily tell you the same. There are too many different factors built into different societies, classes and cliques for there to ever be a good definition of 'normal'. But she knew her secret was by far the exception, not the rule. She wanted to know why people had such different sexual fetishes, and to understand the pleasure derived from them. She wanted to understand her own.

She reached behind her, and turned the lock shut. She clicked the remote on her stereo, and the CD inside began whirring, and a few seconds later nursery rhymes began playing softly into the room. Her neighbours had politely quizzed her on this music choice, and she had explained that not only did it calm her down, but also served as a reminder to never let go of that inner child, as it gave her some of her best creative ideas while writing.

After tossing her jacket onto her chair, the leggy student began methodically unbuttoning her shirt. It, too, went the same way as the jacket. As 'Humpty Dumpty' began chiming away, she undid the jeans that she had purposely bought in the size above her own. She kicked her shoes off and hooked a foot underneath her bed. She dragged a light-blue changing mat out, picked it up with her toes, and lifted it onto the bed.

Her jeans fell down, revealing lithe, limber legs used to plenty of sport and exercise. She had fairly pale skin, thanks mostly to the vivid red hair she kept cropped into a bob. Her complexion boasted a few freckles, sat on the high cheekbones beneath her emerald-green eyes. She stepped out of the jeans and checked herself in the mirror.

It was here that all sense of 'normality' ended. Instead of a pair of knickers, Elena was clad in a tight-fitting nappy. She admired her figure in the mirror for a few moments, and smiled. She had begun wearing them just after she started University, once she'd managed to get a bit of independence. She had always been experimental when it came to things like this, and had gotten the idea after an incident in Fresher's Week, when she had gone out with her hallmates, become stupidly drunk, and had woken up in a wet bed. Nappies seemed to be way forward.

Right now the nappy was fairly wet. She had put it on at nine in the morning, had worked from ten until two, then attended lectures from three 'til five. She watched her figure religiously, and believed in remaining well-hydrated throughout the day. As such, she'd needed to go several times since the morning. She relaxed herself, and let one last trickle out, enjoying the momentary flush of warmth against her skin.

She pulled her quilt down the bed, and laid the changing mat in the empty space as 'Baa Baa Black Sheep' began playing. She fetched baby wipes from her top drawer, and baby lotion from her sink and a small black paddle from a nondescript bag under the bed as she hummed along with the tune. She sat down on the changing mat, then laid back, and reached for the straps securing the nappy to her. The last one seemed to be particularly well attached, and she gave it a hearty tug. The nappy fell open, and she got a faint whiff of the wetness of the nappy and the dampness against her skin.

She pulled a few wipes out of the packet, and began methodically cleaning herself. She started just below her bellybutton, and moved to the inside of her thighs, before reaching for another wipe. The second one she used to clean around her vagina, carefully making sure she didn't miss a spot. Elena was somewhat OCD when it came to cleanliness. The second wipe was disposed of, and she reached for a third. She pulled her legs to her chest, and began cleaning her bottom thoroughly; first her buttocks, then around her anus. One final wipe was used to go over the whole area again.

The wipes were balled up and tossed accurately into the bin ten feet away. Elena grinned as they hit the opening dead centre. Her accuracy had made her quite the pool player down at the Student Union bar. She ran a hand between her legs and debated whether to shave the area again tonight or wait until the next day. She shaved often, as pubic hair would absorb the smell and become unpleasant after a while. She decided to chance it and do it tomorrow, after a nice long soak in the bath. She'd already had a long day, and wasn't in the mood.

'London Bridge is Falling Down' started playing, and Elena put herself onto all fours. She had wet herself five times that day. Her rule was two spanks per wetting if it was light, three for medium and four if she had really soaked it. Very rarely had she had to use a multiplier of four. Judging by the weight of the nappy she had just removed, she reckoned she needed fifteen whacks for being such a naughty little girl.

She picked up the paddle, and reached behind her. She was glad she was so long and leggy – her arms had quite a reach and made this part easier. Or harder. Depending on which way you wanted to view it. She raised her hand up and whipped her wrist down and the paddle flashed through the air and connected with her right buttock with a loud slap. She gasped in pain and raised the paddle again and brought it down hard, the solid leather smacking against the already stinging skin. She brought it down again and again, until her right buttock had received seven stinging shots.

She then switched the paddle to her left hand, and began the same process on the opposite side, thankful she was ambidextrous.

“You naughty, naughty, NAUGHTY girl!