White Tights Chapter Five

Chapter Five

Sarah escorted the other girls back to class. Chloe’s first instinct was to beg the girls not to tell anybody about what happened, but the moment her classmates saw her tights, they would know exactly what had happened. Lily couldn’t be more delighted.

‘I suppose you’re sorry that you told on us now, aren’t you?’ Lilly said

Turning away from her to face Jessica, Chloe said, ‘I am sorry that I got you in trouble Jessica. I don’t have a problem with you. I’m sorry you were spanked.’

‘Well I’m not sorry that you were. When the other girls find out that you were so scared of a spanking that you pissed yourself, you’ll be the laughing stock of the school,’ Jessica replied.

‘Please, don’t tell people about it. They’ll see the tights and they’ll already know that I, that I … that I wet myself. Isn’t that embarrassing enough?’ asked Chloe.

‘I don’t think so,’ sneered Lily. ‘I think they need to know that you were so scared of a little spanking that you couldn’t help piddling in your knickers. I think they need to know that you still wear Spongebob knickers, and that you can’t even wipe your own arse properly. I bet if we checked those knickers there would be skid marks to go with the piss-stains!’

‘Personally, I thought the baby fanny was a really nice touch. I can’t believe you don’t have any pubes. Late bloomer are we?’ Jessica teased. With her ordeal over, it seemed that Jessica was latching onto Chloe’s suffering almost as much as Lily.

‘Now, now girls,’ interrupted Sarah, ‘by all means tell the other girls about her pathetic knickers, and her filthy crack, but don’t tell them about her bald fanny.’

‘Thank you,’ said Chloe, surprised by Sarah’s show of mercy.

‘Don’t thank me Chloe. The only reason I don’t want them to tell anybody about that is because I want to have everybody see it for themselves when I change your pissy nappy.’

‘What do you mean?’ asked Chloe, panicking.

‘Well, weren’t you listening to the headmaster? As a prefect I can check, change or remove your nappy any time I want. I think I’m going to enjoy changing your pissy nappy in front of the entire class.’

‘I won’t wet the nappy. I’m not a baby.’ Chloe said adamantly.

‘Chloe, I don’t think you quite understand your situation. Unless a prefect or teacher takes your nappy off for you, you don’t get to use a toilet. Most girls would risk having an accident if they couldn’t use the toilet all day, but you’ve already shown us you don’t have the bladder control that most girls do. I bet you’ll be in your third or fourth nappy by the end of the day.’

‘I will not wet myself,’ Chloe claimed, her resolve deepened by the knowledge that all three girls wanted to see her humiliated.

‘You did it not half an hour ago,’ said Jessica, ‘I don’t think you’ll last the day.’

The conversation died down as the girls approached the classroom. Chloe was suddenly very aware of her current attire. She could feel the nappy pushing up into her fanny as she walked, and could smell the copious amount of baby powder the headmaster had used on her. She was also aware that the shoes she had been given were probably the most juvenile kind available. But the tights were her main problem. She could easily explain away the shoes, say that she thought they were cute or something. She could blame the smell of the baby powder on somebody else, and her nappy was covered by her skirt. She may even have been able to bribe the other girls not to say anything, but the tights would give her away in a second.

Lily entered the classroom first. Chloe could feel butterflies in her stomach. She stopped just outside the door.

‘Why are you late Lily?’ asked Miss Stockwell, the teacher.

‘Sorry Miss,’ said Lily, ‘We had to help because Chloe had a little accident.’

Chloe felt herself freeze just outside the doorway. She knew that after Lily’s comment all eyes would be watching. She was considering just walking away from the classroom, out of school, and going straight home, when she felt a hand on the small of her back shove her forward into the classroom.