After the phone sex I had with Amanda (Miss Johns, my college
lecturer) we had both promised to refrain from any sexual indulgence
until our next arranged meeting the following afternoon. We would be
feeling very horny and we had also undertaken to resist relieving our
bladders from lunchtime onwards. I was more than happy to agree, "But
don't forget!" I had reminded her when I phoned, "you take us for PE
last session and you don't want me to wet myself during that, do you?"
"No," she said, "it would be nicer if we are both having to hold on, be
a good girl 'till then, bye!" The 'phone went dead, leaving me tingling
with anticipation and my hand still in my wet panties. It was as much
as I could do to keep my promise even then, in fact, I automatically
began to rub myself and would probably been unable to resist a final
climax, but my quim was raw from all the attention it had received on
the 'phone sex earlier.
Here's my paantie pee story: The following morning I awoke
finding that I had wet the bed! No doubt, dreaming of what had happened
the previous day. As a child I was still wetting the bed at 10 years old
and although with specialist help, it became less frequent. But I have
lapses, so I use a waterproof cover beneath the sheets. Occasionally I
wear incontinence pants, like I had that night, but I probably pee'd
quite a lot, so I woke in an absolute pool of pee. On the way to
college, as I walked, each step caused the fabric of my tight panties to
slide over my aroused clit. I longed to go in the college toilets and
bring myself off, but I refrained. By the lunchtime break my panties
were so sticky with my excitement of what was to come, that when I went
to the loo and lowered them to pee, my clitty was poking out! and when I
pee'd, I managed a small orgasm. That was my last allowed pee until my
date with Amanda and by three o'clock, I wanted to pee badly and by 4
and I was dribbling into my gym pants. I wondered how Amanda was
managing and maybe she too had started to wet herself? I was late
entering the gym and Miss Johns was sat on the vaulting horse, her legs
folded under her so I couldn't see how she had faired. She was directing
a group of girls in an aerobics routine, however, she must have been aware that if I did vigorous exercises, I would most certainly
pee myself. She told me to do rope and mat work on my own. This was to
prove very tempting, as climbing with the rope between my legs stopped
me peeing, but had every nerve screaming as I totted on the brink of
orgasm.
You can come down now, I want to inspect your panties.
While Amanda was directing the rest of the group, my thighs were
burning from the friction of the rope and I was now at the top with my
arms wrapped around the tie beam. She kept looking up at me and must
have been able to see my red locked thighs straining together to avoid
peeing and from my vantage point, I could see she was sitting on her
foot with the heel pressed tight against her vagina, rocking slowly to
and fro, desperate for a pee. Finally, as she dismissed the group, she
walked over and stood beneath the rope and shouted up, "You can come
down now, I want to inspect your panties." I released my hold on the tie
beam and started to slide down the rope and with that, my bladder
relaxed and the pee spurted uncontrollably from my aching fanny. It went
through my panties as if they weren't there! Some was going down the
rope and some sprayed through the air and fell on Amanda's face and
shoulders. As I touched the ground, I reached for her, but she pushed me
roughly away. I was so sorry and stuttered, "I ddidn't mmean to do it,
iiit was an accident, III couldn't help it!"
Amanda was clearly not
having any of that and retorted, "You bloody little baby!" I started to
cry as I stood there with both hands holding my self between the legs,
together with my school gym knickers soaked. Amanda was also wet with my
pee, she looked so angry I was afraid everything was ruined. I must
have looked pathetic as Amanda said to me more gently this time, "Lift
that skirt and lean over the vaulting horse." I did as I was asked and
watched as Amanda went to the storage cupboard and returned with a thin
cane. "Now let's have a look at you." I felt her hand between my legs
having a feel of my pants. "Is that ALL the pee? Or have you come as
well? C'mon, tell me!" she demanded. I stuttered, "Well Iii'm only,
iiit's just . . . "
Amanda shrieked and immediately pee'd through her panties
"Oh stop dithering and let me see for myself." And with that,
Amanda hooked her thumbs in the waist of my panties and pulled them down
to my knees. I could feel her hot breath near my bottom as she
inspected the crutch of my panties. "There is a bit of a cum stain in
there, but I don't think you can have cum properly, so you'll still be
randy when I get you home. However, as you have pee'd on me, albeit from
a great height, I think a few strokes of the cane will make you think
twice before you break your promises again!"
Later, on the way home I had my hand holding Amanda's fanny
over her panties while she drove, I knew what I was going to do. As
Amanda stopped the car in her drive and turned off the ignition, I took
hold of some of her pubic hair and with one swift jerk, I pulled as hard
as I could and came away with quite a bunch of hairs. Amanda shrieked
and immediately pee'd through her panties, it was a long thick stream,
it saturated her skirt and the seat and as she complained to me, I
launched my assault of, "You dirty little bitch! It's YOU that's
behaving like a little girl and now you need to be treated like one!" It
was now Amanda's turn to start to blubber as she rubbed herself. I
shouted, "If losing a little pubic hair distresses you that much, let's
have you upstairs and I'll soon have that problem solved, let's have you
hairless!" I marched her into her house and straight into her bedroom
where I removed her sopping wet skirt and panties, she was clearly
excited and more so when I tied her wrists and ankles to the four
corners of the bed. Then, from the bathroom I brought some shaving
cream, together with a razor and bowl of hot water. After finishing
trimming her bush with the scissors, I bathed her sad looking fanny with
the hot water and the shaving foam as she strained against the straps
to bring her legs together and try to rub harder against my hand.
"Please don't tease me anymore, you're going to make me wee!" I gently
drew the cold blade over her labia and then, when I had finished, I
squatted over her foamy mess and rinsed off thoroughly with my at least
half of my bladder contents, saving the rest for later. I then slid
forward so that my thighs were on either side of Amanda's face, her nose
rubbed on my clitoris and her tongue darted to and fro and the
sensations of ecstasy swept over me, I panted, "I am going to make you
drink the rest of my wee, can you drink it all?" In answer, she
increased her rubbing and as the waves of my climax hit me, I began to
pee into her mouth. She did manage to swallow quite a lot, but much of
it soaked her face and hair. After I'd finished my peey task, I went and
cleaned myself up a bit and went back and untied the bedraggled and
bald beavered Amanda and cheerfully said on my way out, "Thanks for a
great time baldy! I'll see you at college tomorrow!"
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