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Monday, February 23, 2015

Stories: Desperate On The Way Home



Two teenage girls Jenny and Louise had just caught the bus on their way home from school. If they had missed it, they would’ve had to wait an hour longer for the next one. The bus was on a go-slow, because of the heavy traffic on the road. Jenny wanted to tell Louise something.
“Oh, Lou, I need the toilet!” she said.
“Me too,” replied Louise. As the bus was quite empty, they could afford the luxury of squirming openly and curtsying. They were a long way from home. The bus stopped in all that traffic.
“Oh no!” shrieked Jenny. “We’re both bursting, and we aren’t going anywhere!”
“I don’t know how we’re going to hold on like this,” Louise said.
The bus had been stuck in its current position for the last half an hour, and by this time the girls had become pretty desperate. They had squirmed, curtsyed and crossed their legs. jenny even started to hold herself through her skirt and moaning quietly. Both girls were in real trouble now. They were beginning to make loud noises and the bus drivers looked concerned.
Hey! Stop that racket!” he shouted.
“S-sorry,” said Jenny, and both girls were trying with all their willpower to keep still.
The bus was still in its current position twenty minutes later, and the girls were becoming frantic.
“Oh no! If the bus doesn’t move soon, I’ll be going in my knickers!” said Jenny.
“I’d probably beat you to that, Jen!” joked Louise.
Both girls had closed their legs tight, and were now blatantly holding themselves. Suddenly, Louise felt a little pee seep into her knickers. She gasped.
No, I can’t do it- not here!
Hey, calm down!” shouted the bus driver.
Louise tried to stem the trickle, but it was too much….. she instantly let go. The pee started to soak her knickers and skirt. Jenny was watching wide-eyed at the pee stream going down her friend’s legs. It made her want to go, so she did.
Both girls looked down at the wet mess they made on the seat. The bus then started moving as the traffic began to clear, and later the girls got off at their stop. They were at first embarrassed, but later they were thrilled at the wanting to wet themselves.

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Examination Desperation bySeuler©

Note: The students in this story are at the end of their senior year of high school. They have all turned 18.





All libraries are quiet. But today the library at Darlingdale Senior High School is especially quiet as the calculus students sit their university entrance exam. The long desks in front of the reception at which students normally sit to study have been cleared away and replaced with classroom desks spaced evenly apart. In the front row a young woman wearing the uniform plaid skirt and blue blazer is squirming in her chair. She raises her hand.

Mrs Hope, the calculus teacher, rises from her seat behind the reception desk and approaches the girl. "What's wrong?" she whispers.

"Can I please go to the toilet?"

She crouches so that her head is level with the young woman's. "No. You were told before the exam that bathroom breaks wouldn't be allowed. You'll have to hold it."

"Okay. I'm sorry."

Mrs Hope returns to her seat.

The young woman turns her attention back to the exam, but it soon wanders back to her full bladder. She looks up at the wall clock. Only twenty minutes into the exam. Two hours and forty minutes to go.

She silently curses herself for drinking so much coffee this morning. But she needed the coffee to wake herself up. She didn't sleep at all last night, because she was so nervous about today's exam. Her entire future is riding on it.

She silently chides herself for letting her thoughts wander. She resolves to get a good score on this test ― good enough to get her into the university of her choice, into the courses of her choice. Into the career of her choice. She refocuses on the exam, writing faster to make up for the lost time.

She doesn't realise it, but she oozes desperation. She is sitting with her legs tightly crossed, biting her lower lip. Her foot is tapping on the carpeted floor. Her plastic chair creaks as she rocks back and forth. It's not long before she loses concentration again.

Over the next few minutes she comes to realise that she's not going to get a good score on this test if she doesn't empty her bladder soon. It's too much of a distraction. She plucks up the courage to raise her hand again.

Mrs Hope comes over. "What is it this time?"

"I know you said no before, and please don't be angry with me, but I need to go to the loo. Can you please make an exception in my case? Please?"

"No, I can't, I'm sorry. I'm bound by school policy. There's nothing I can do, I'm afraid. You should've gone before the exam." She shrugs her shoulders and returns to her desk.

Bitch! the young woman thinks but doesn't say. She didn't go before the exam, because her car had trouble starting this morning and she only pulled into the school parking lot two minutes before commencement.

She sighs. She now knows she's not going to get the score she was hoping for. She will have to be content with a pass. That is her new goal. And she sets about achieving it. Her brows furrow in concentration as she reads the questions and writes down the answers.

Yet not twenty minutes later ― twenty minutes of crossing and uncrossing her legs, of blowing through puckered lips, of pressing her hand to her crotch, of shifting her position on her chair ― she raises her hand again.

Mrs Hope comes over again, visibly annoyed. "Yes?"

"Look, I have to go to the toilet. What happens if I just walk out and go?"

"Then you will automatically fail."

"Fail? Can't I arrange to take the test at some other time or something?"

"No, you can't. I suggest you get back to work and stop distracting those around you with these interruptions. Uh! I don't want to hear any more from you!"

"But Mrs Hope, I will fail the test anyway if I can't go."

She is already walking away and doesn't respond.

The young woman doesn't know what to do. She doesn't think she can hang on till the end of the exam, but even if she can, she doesn't think she'll pass, not with her bladder distracting her like this. One thing she does know is that she cannot fail this exam. She may or may not be able to hang on till the end, but if she walks out on this exam, she will definitely fail. And so she stays.

She continues with her exam as best she can, though she frequently has to stop writing to concentrate on holding her bladder; continues for forty minutes.

Then a tear runs down the young woman's cheek. A stream of pee hits her chair with a sound reminiscent of tap water running into a bucket. Owing to the quiet environment, everyone in the library can hear it. The stream continues for over a minute. During this time the young woman, in denial, keeps writing.

But when the snickers start among those sitting near her, the reality of what she's done hits her. She runs out of the library, ignoring the increasing laughter, runs to her car, and drives home, not caring that she will fail her exam and not be able to go to university.

When she arrives home, her mother, having heard the car pull up, stops her housecleaning and runs to meet her at the front door. "You're back early. How did it go?" She sees she is crying. "Are you all right, darling? What happened?"

"Mum, I wet my pants! In class. I didn't finish my exam; I'm sorry!"

"What? So what happens now? Do you take it another time?"

"No, Mum. I automatically fail. I won't be able to get into uni." She cries harder.

"Oh. And I suppose you now expect us to pay for you to repeat your senior year. Well, I can assure you that won't be happening. We gave you your chance, you blew it. Live with the consequences!"

The young woman has stopped crying. She looks at her mother with an expression of growing bewilderment.

"And another thing: if you want me to let you into this house, you're going to have to march straight to the place that used to be your naughty corner when you were little and sit there with your panties over your head until they dry out. If you're going to behave like a child, I'll treat you like one!"

Speechless, the young woman hesitates only a moment before taking off her panties and pulling them over head. They are white and the material is see-through where it is wet. She positions them so that she can see through the leg openings. The centre of the wet patch is right under her nostrils.

Her mother stands aside, and she makes her way to the naughty corner, thinking,One day, Mrs Hope, this'll be you! I swear it!
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Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Classroom Pissing bysteve25805©

I'm a female teacher who has just turned 30, and am proud of the fact that I'm generally regarded as pretty sexy, with my trim figure, shapely ass (so I'm told) and ample but not overly large breasts. I also have deep blue eyes and long blonde hair. I have smiled to myself on a couple of occasions after overhearing some of my young teenage pupils enthusing about my sexiness when they hadn't realised I was approaching.

I am a highly moral person in most respects, with compassion for the weak and downtrodden everywhere. I read the Guardian and am a Labour Party activist, and my colleagues seem to regard me as a highly respectable and principled person.

But I have a naughty secret! You see, I have a secret fantasy about wearing no panties in class, opening my legs whilst sat at my desk, and peeing right there all over the classroom floor in front of my entire class! Of course, if I did that for real word would rapidly spread, I'd be sacked and possibly prosecuted, I'd never get another teaching job again - career over - and I'd be thrown out of the Labour Party for bringing it into disrepute. My name and face would be all over the newspapers too. No, I cannot possibly let that happen. I do sometimes go pantyless in class for my own secret pleasure, but that is about all. And I make sure none of my pupils ever get a glimpse of anything under my skirt.

But although I cannot pee in front of my class I have finally done the next best thing. After all, if I am alone in the classroom who is there to see me do anything and spread the word around?

A couple of days ago at the end of the schoolday, as my pupils rushed out with the universal desire to get out of school as quickly as possible, I too exited the classroom. But after getting to my car and driving off, I realised that the homework I had wanted to mark was still in the desk drawer: I had forgotten it. So I turned around, drove back, and went back into the building. By this time no one was around except for a few teachers in the staff room, but I didn't walk past there. So I entered the classroom unseen, and was about to retrieve the homework when I decided that the peace and solitude of that classroom made it ideal for me to do the marking there. I knew where the emergency key was kept in case I got locked in so there was no potential problem.

As I set to work, with no panties on, I became increasingly aware of the growing need in my bladder. I actually needed a pee pretty badly. A naughty realisation then struck me: not only were there no witnesses, but nobody knew I was here at all! I could get away with fulfilling my fantasy now, albeit without the audience, and no one would ever know it was me who had made the mess on the floor! A frisson of excitement went through me as I made the decision to actually do it.

Pulling the back of my skirt above my ass, I eased myself forward in my chair, opening my legs so that my muff with it's trimmed blonde pubic hairs was positioned over the front edge of the chair. And then I just peed right there under the desk and all over the classroom floor! A gentle hiss and a very loud splashing sound echoed around the room as my piss cascaded down. This was such a total turn on and felt utterly incredible. Waves of pleasure were rushing through me as I peed.

As soon as the last of my pee splashed down I began to frantically rub myself, bringing myself to the best orgasm in years right where I sat.

Once I had recovered my composure, I stood and admired the mess I had made, a huge puddle of yellow-tinted pee covering a large area of the floor. I smirked at the sight of it for a few moments, then just walked out and left it there, aroused by the thought of the cleaner discovering it in the morning.

School assembly the next morning was interesting to say the least. The headmaster ranted about how someone had "done their business" on a classroom floor instead of using the toilet, that this was dirty and unhygienic, and had left a terrible mess for the cleaner. He said that if anyone had any information about who was responsible they should come forward. But I knew no one had seen me. And of course, it never crossed the headmaster's nor anyone else's mind that a teacher had actually done it! I struggled to suppress a smirk at this knowledge, and felt another frisson of excitement as I remembered what I had done.
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