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When Margaret arrived, wearing a variation on her governess outfit, a navy skirt and a white blouse with paisley ascot and gold stickpin atop her usual sheer hose and burgundy pumps, she encountered Lenore in what looked like a collegiate or high school jumper, with a plain white blouse and espadrilles. "When I allow you to go out," she said, which conveyed a real tone of menace to Robbie, as he began to realize how his life might be restricted from now on, "You will start using appropriate protection when you have sex with them. She longed to be allowed to spank him but realized she had to do exactly what Margaret told her if she wanted to be given that kind of privilege.
For the three—Emily, 28, Ken, 30, and Jill, 32—the humiliation of reporting to their youngest sister, who was only 24, for punishment had started to fade as they faced living their lives. Andrea kept herself in place although she now feared for how long this punishment might proceed, and worried that she either would jump up at a stroke or possibly lose control of her sphincter and humiliatingly pee herself all over Joan's tweed skirt and hose. "Jill," she said with a grin, "it was bad enough when your mother spanked you but now, your youngest sister exercises that kind of authority?" When Clarice complied, Jill reached into her handbag and retrieved a small rod much like the one that Joan had applied earlier to Andrea's bared bottom.
She realized that disciplining this handsome young man was definitely a turn-on for her—in fact, her panties were already wet as she thought about having him over her lap again—but she also wanted to impress Claire Kendall that her nephew was complying with the directions Claire had set for him and which Karen was supposed to be enforcing. Now the blonde Karen's face grew crimson at the compliment and she said, rather sternly, "I'm here at your aunt's request to supervise your behavior, Jamie, so you had better not try to get me to let up on you by complimenting me. Summoning up his cool, Jamie merely smiled and said, "Yes, Aunt Claire, I have done this for your friends when they asked me."
“Hmmm, are you sure about that?” I don’t know if she was being cautious or just giving me a long look but she opened the tap to the slowest trickle and ran the water over her fingers. Marty squeezed her thighs together like a little girl and leaned forward over the sink giving me an improved look. I always wanted to watch a guy jerk his cock off; and knowing you are doing it for me…ummm.” Marty had my belt open and was pulling down my zipper. This is what I want, Freddy.” She said as she fucked my mouth with her panty-covered fingers. I just want to eat up this sight.” Marty placed her wet panties in my left hand and stood up and stepped back a step.
There was dead silence as the students saw the young teacher with a determined look on her face reach into her briefcase as she seated herself behind her desk and take out the blue envelope that contained the class's report cards. As you know, aside from your need to face the consequences at home of receiving such a failing grade in behavior, you will be limited in your participation in extracurricular activities for the following marking period and you will have to present a conduct report card to each teacher each day for a week and complete the week with grades entered on it of at least S, or Satisfactory, or you will have to carry the card each week until you do.
She smiled at me and said she hoped I didn't hold last time against her, since she really was sorry for what she did to me and felt Rev Alicia had been totally right to punish her for it. She told her that she was going to have Alicia deal with her and smiled that she knew she would do it properly, Jan said, and then Jan would be allowed to sit for the exam again as if nothing had happened. Alicia saw it, too, and said rather perfunctorily, "You know that I must impose extra discipline for that little social error, Janice." She picked up the martinet and moved in closer and began whipping her bottom with close-in, repeated strokes.
Lynn felt an impending need to pee, brought on both by her following Andrea's strict orders forbidding her to use the toilet for two hours prior to her session and by the excitement that Andrea's scrutiny of her panties and intimate areas always stirred in her, which included filling her bladder. "You need to make sure you hold your pee in better, sweetie," Andrea cooed as she punished and watched Lynn's nates turn from light pink to a rosy hue. Andrea snapped the soft little whip three times vertically on Lynn's open vulva and the older woman could not help screaming as she felt the strokes on her cunt.
A turd to rival Beth's morning dump easily pushed its way out, eliciting a soft moan from Lina as its already considerable thickness swelled a a bit in the middle before finally sliding out to form what almost looked like a big brown croissant on Kala's bed. I suppose Beth experienced the final touch of her acclimation to our unorthodox self-relief customs a few hours later, when Lina unleashed her nightly piss on the bed with Kala lounging right next to her, never taking her eyes off the laptop she had in her lap, though a soft moan did escape her lips.
Mrs. Bishop made the whole thing worse by ceremoniously writing the note and then folding it into an envelope and sealing it so that the pupil would not know exactly what the report said. I was talking in class and Mrs. Bishop sent a note home which I'll give you," she said as evenly as she could manage. Anne had not dared to open the neat little envelope addressed by her mother to Mrs. Bishop but she noticed that the young, prim and normally quite assertive teacher took a deep breath when she read the note. No sooner than Mary Wilson had taken off her coat but her eldest daughter told her what had happened when she gave the note back to Mrs. Bishop.
Anyway, after giving my parents a long final hug and waving goodbye to my clearly weeping mother, I piled into the thoroughly packed van with Kara, her twin sister Kumiko, and Ginger. About a half an hour after breakfast, Kumiko casually spread her thighs apart and let loose her own torrent of pee, giving off a very satisfied sigh as she peed audibly straight into the fabric on which she sat. As for me, my own bladder filled up mostly in the remaining half hour of our journey, and I just started peeing profusely on my seat again as we pulled into the parking lot in front of our dorm, sighing deeply and moaning softly.
With very little deference to the monitor's status, Nancy said, "I need to use the rest room so I'd like to be able to go now if that is all right." Her mouth curled in a sneer that belied her low view of the girl to whom she was speaking. "Miss Smithers has asked us to restrict anyone leaving for at least the first twenty minutes," Laura said blandly but with some steel in her voice, "as pupils are expected to use the facilities before coming to class and she does not want a steady procession of girls leaving the room. Laura stood and gave her a full report of what had occurred and handed her the grade book, showing where she had entered bad Conduct marks and noted the caning of Andrea Devons.
She was slightly reticent until the President turned to her and said, "Eleanor, I've heard from Janet about your amazing creativity and I wanted to tell you something you may not have heard, but that I was told by none less than Chief Justice Dianne that you are someone who retained your bearing and integrity through a very challenging situation. After some remarks at table by Chair Deb and the Secretary of State seated next to her, Janet rose and said that she knew the President and her cabinet needed to return to the capital so she thanked them for coming and told them that they deserved the respect that the Women's Republic had vested in them.
I'm not even sure she noticed her timing as she promptly lowered her boxer shorts, planted her bare butt on the nearest seat, leaned back, and let what seemed like a gallon of pee freely gush out of her, absolutely drenching the cushion. I hadn't planned on it, but since I had gorged myself on the last of my awesome European fruit drink all the while we were collecting our luggage, the timing was just right, so I was lowering my own pants as soon as I was in the car and peeing forcefully onto the cushion before had we even pulled out of our parking space, moaning in pleasure at the combined feeling of the deflating pressure and warm puddle around my thighs and privates.
I never mind anyone else eyeing you up, because I know you’re mine and I’m yours and we don’t want or need anyone else. “Oh Annie, yes!” You don’t even pretend that you don’t want to - you’re already tugging your dress up. A long stream of your pale pee arcs out and splashes onto the steps, immediately starting to run downhill in a series of little waterfalls. You have your hand on your clitoris, rubbing it excitedly as you pee, watching our twin streams flowing down the steps in front of us. “Oh Annie, now I’m going to come!” A few more little squirts of liquid splash out onto the steps; I’m not sure if they are more pee or your vaginal juices.
"I have just gotten myself a new boyfriend today, Mr. Pipp-Thompson," said Jenny; she had never thought about what had happened earlier that day as a way to capture a man, but it had worked just fine — at least in Mr. Pipp-Thompson's case. With a smile Jenny added in her thoughts, "— with his mouth," but did not say that because it looked like Penelope had had enough for one day. "It's time to taste your pee," he said and placed his mouth on her pussy where the stream had come out. Jenny thought of the time when she and Penelope had, as little girls, compared the taste of their own pee with the flavour of the other's.
"This naughty boy has started to pee in his panties," Kathy said sharply to Margaret. She then told Robbie he could pull down the panties, sit on the seat, and pee, but that he better not get the seat wet and he was not given permission to make a doody yet. "He definitely does need to go, Kathy," Margaret said to Robbie's sister, who was having a hard time restraining herself from giggling at the amusing situation of her brother being made to hold his poo in until given permission by the imperious governess. Kathy helped advance the progress of the occasion by reaching under her skirt after she had turned away from Robbie, still seated on the toilet, and pulled her lime green panties down and off.
It took only a second or two for me to let loose, and while Terri pumped gas, I just leaned back and moaned in pleasure as the pressure dropped and my own quickly spreading puddle warmed my thighs and privates. She'd left for a long class apparently feeling fine and returned a couple of hours later groaning about it being her "time of year again." Even without the slight hoarseness in her voice, I likely wouldn't have even had to ask what she meant. By the time I was ready to go, Terri's contented moans suggested that the unusual treatment was working, and given her own purrs, it was clearly a pleasant experience for Sam as well.
The piss trickles down my legs slowly, making my skirt slightly darker where it's tucked in. I turn around and face the mirror, watching the pee's path down my legs to tarnish the previously immaculate white socks. The flow gets heavier, and I watch the yellow liquid stream from my pussy, making a huge wet patch on the front of my skirt and utterly soiling those damned knee-highs. I'm overjoyed to find that I can still force a few drops of piss out of my pussy (cumming always makes me have to pee afterwards, at least a little bit), and I pee on the tie as well, leaving it tucked between my legs.
Linda Crawford noticed that student behavior in her classes—both the majority, which were all boys, and the one all-girls class—seemed much improved of late with all pupils very careful to avoid being seen chatting with one another during class nor doing anything else to elicit the strict punishment from their teacher for which Hamilton Hall, a prep school for university, was famous. "Oh, I knew they'd have trouble holding it for too long so I let them stand after about three minutes," Joan answered, "but then I had them kneeling on chairs with the backsides facing the class and I inserted cute little tails in their tushees!"
At this point, Stacy started moaning softly in her dozing state, and soon after, Maddie would manage to announce, "Oh, I'm gonna cum! I'm cumming!" Finally, she unleashed a long, throaty cry of bliss, and she opened her eyes only for them to roll almost to the back of her head as her whole body went slack for a moment, her hips twitching a couple of times before she sighed deeply. Maddie smiled in satisfaction, and while a similarly refreshed Stacy stretched and rose from the bed, Maddie set the hairbrush back on the desk and stayed on her knees for the moment to release a torrent of pale yellow pee onto the floor.
I plainly saw Darla standing up and pulling her beige shorts down while Erica was already sitting down with her jeans around her shins, peeing shamelessly onto her seat, if the look of relief on her face was any indication. After I finished soaking my seat, it dried just as quickly as Natalie's had, so I pulled my shorts back up and sat back down. As soon as we found our seats and pulled the privacy curtain into place, we promptly lowered our shorts and panties in a single motion each and planted our naked butts on the high-tech cushions. On the way to the exit, we came upon Jasmine and Ginger, both still seated with spread legs peeing freely onto the cushions.
Deirdre took the little soft whip and quietly positioned in down beneath Laura's split and without warning, snapped it with some authority right into the open cleft that Laura had made as she held her own labia apart. "You know, Laura, that naughty girls are not permitted breaks for that purpose once the discipline has begun, so you will have to hold it, I'm afraid," Deirdre said in her firmest tone, anxiously hoping that her niece would lose control and that the colleagues would witness her releasing her pee stream down on the floor. "I think that is enough," Deirdre said calmingly, as she first wiped Laura as one would a small child who has lost urinary control out of fear, and then bade Laura to stand, retrieve her knickers and let her skirt down.
Immediately to the left of the barn, four or five ladies appear through an opening between the dense, tall bushes that grow along the lane. I stop peeing, stick my dick into my pants, and follow her like an obedient dog. I get the urge to go over to her, stick my penis against her panties right in front of the crack between those voluptuous buttocks of hers and pump pee through the knickers. She lets her dress fall and runs past me while she frantically grabs her panties through her skirt and tries to pull them up. After the car has passed the tree-lined lane, I cast a glance to the right towards the hill where Marjorie disappeared.
I guess, "Well, maybe you have seen some girls peeing in the woods on the way home from school." No, but he says I am close. One night I cannot sleep, I think about the look on Spencer's face when he saw me sitting on the toilet. As I stand up one day I shall be working at the family Pipp-Thompson's house, I take courage and decide to ask Spencer if he wants me to pee for him — the way I want to do it. "Take your time, Josie," Spencer says as he looks at my breasts, which stick out between the sides of my dress.