White Tights Chapter Twenty (New Content)

Chapter Twenty

Chloe knew that she was dreaming, but that didn’t make the situation feel any less humiliating. She was at a party, and it was full of people she knew. Why all these people would be at the same party, Chloe had no idea, but that is often how dreams work. Many of the girls she went to school with were there. Her headmaster was there, and nobody seemed to think that was odd. There were boys there too. Ryan and some of his friends, and a little boy called Zack that she used to babysit for, who was only eight years old (he was older now, but in the dream he was very much eight years old still, wearing his familiar iron man pyjamas). Apart from Zack and herself, everybody else seemed dressed appropriately. Chloe wasn’t in pajamas, but rather, her school uniform, which everybody else seemed to think was hilarious. She couldn’t understand why people were pointing and laughing at her as she passed them by. She was wearing black tights, not white ones.

She did have a slightly more pressing concern. She needed to pee. She stumbled through doorway after doorway, trying to find the bathroom, but there didn’t seem to be one. Her need was increasing rapidly. When she bumped into her sister, she asked her where it was.

‘Oh, do you need to go potty?’ Mia asked.

Chloe nodded, aware that she shouldn’t be asked in such a juvenile manner but not wanting to cause a delay.

‘It’s right there,’ said Mia, pointing.

Everybody stopped their conversations and the crowd parted. In the middle of the room was a pink, plastic potty.

‘I can’t use that,’ said Chloe.

‘Why not?’ asked Mia, as if the answer wasn’t completely obvious.

‘Everyone will see,’ said Chloe.

‘Nobody’s looking,’ said Mia. This was not true. Everybody was watching them like hawks. It was as if nothing else mattered. ‘If you can’t even use the potty then I guess we’ll just have to go back to nappies…’

‘What? No,’ said Chloe, willing to do just about anything in order to escape that fate.

With all eyes on her she walked up to the potty and turned around. She reached up under her skirt and grasped her tights, pulling them down to just below her knees, wanting to see if she would get a reaction before she revealed herself more fully. Nobody said a word. She had a horrible sensation that everything was about to change, but she couldn’t hold on much longer. She reached under her skirt again, this time pulling her knickers down and sitting on the potty in one swift movement, trying not to put on too much of a show. As her bottom made contact with the potty, she saw that people were sniggering. She realized that, unfortunately, the knickers which were on clear display for all to see were her Spongebob knickers that she had wet that very morning. 

Chloe tried to relax, to pee into the juvenile potty, but nothing happened.

‘I thought you said you needed to go?’ said Mia.

‘I did, but it’s hard to go with everybody watching,’ said Chloe.

‘You’d better not be wasting my time,’ said Mia. ‘It would be a shame if I had to spank you in front of all of these people. Don’t think I won’t.’

Chloe didn’t think for a moment that she wouldn’t.

‘Well come on then. We don’t have all day. Do you need to go or not?’

Chloe considered her options. Now that she was sat down on the potty, it really didn’t feel like she needed to go all that badly. Perhaps she had simply misjudged it.

‘Um, no,’ she said. ‘False alarm. I’m okay now.’

‘You’re absolutely sure,’ said Mia.

Chloe nodded. She stood up and pulled her knickers up, followed by her tights.

‘Right, lets go and get a dri…’ Mia started. 

She stopped mid-sentence and everybody started sniggering, not least of all Zack, who was pointing at Chloe. She became aware of a warm trickle running down both legs and realized, with horror, that she was wetting herself. She tried to clamp down, to stop it from happening, but she was completely unable to do so.

‘You have no idea how much trouble you are in, young lady,’ said her father’s voice, and suddenly her was there, carrying a straight-backed chair.

He put the chair in the middle of the room, directly above the potty, sat down at it and pulled Chloe over his lap. She had endured all kinds of humiliation over the last 24 hours, but this was too much. Surely her father would never do this to her? But he did. He lifted her skirt, bared her bottom, much to the delight of the onlookers, and proceeded to spank her as she bawled like a baby. Several more jets of wee escaped her during her spanking, amusing Zack greatly.

‘It looks like you’re not as grown-up as we thought doesn’t it?’ said Chloe’s father. ‘Still wetting yourself at this age, and here was me thinking you were a big girl. I think you need to be back in nappies for the foreseeable future.’

‘Daddy, no!’ she cried.

*****

‘Daddy, no!’ she cried as she woke up.

Although she had known it was a dream when it started, it had all seemed real to her by the time it finished. She lay in her bed, openly sobbing. Would her dad really be angry at her? Would he agree with this kind of punishment?

She reached down and touched the front of her nappy. It was dry. She had half-expected to have wet herself in real life when she wet herself in her dream, but that hadn’t happened. She never thought she’d have been pleased with herself for not wetting the bed, but her situation had changed drastically today. The question was, when would it get back to normal?