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Published: 23-Jul-2012
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Little nine year old Mandy stood at the front of the class.
"This is the first part of your punishment." Mrs Smith told her pupil as she handed her a large bottle of Coca-Cola and a pill. "I want you to drink the whole bottle and to take that pill." Mandy reached out to take the bottle and the pill and didn't think this punishment was so bad as it was a hot day and the Coke was rather cold. What she had not realized was that the teacher had given her a diuretic pill to swallow with the Coke. Mandy drank Coke and swallowed the pill and she was told.
"Very good now want you to stand in front of the class and not move until I tell you. If you want anything you want to put up your hand before asking."
Mrs Smith carried on teaching the class as Mandy stood there in her red gingham dress. It was not long before she put up her hand. Mrs Smith stopped teaching the class and with a heavy sigh asked.
"What is it that Mandy? Do you realize you have only been standing there for 10 minutes?" Mandy replied.
"Yes Mrs Smith, but I really need to use the toilets I am desperate for a wee." With that the whole class started to giggle and laugh. Mrs Smith sighed and said. "You know the rules Mandy you are supposed to go to the toilet before class and during breaks only."
With that Mandy replied, "Yes Mrs Smith I know, but I am desperate." Mrs Smith then told Mandy.
"Well that's just tough and if you wet yourself it is the only circumstances where I as your teacher am allowed to spank you. So you'd better try and hold."
Well it wasn't long after little nine year old Mandy's teacher had denied her permission to go to the toilet that the little red haired girl could no longer contain herself and she blushed bright red and she felt the warm urine running down the inside of her legs and the whole class started to laugh.
"Shut up you little brats unless any of you want the same treatment." Mrs Smith shouted. "Look at the mess you have made of the floor girl. I told you you'd better hold. Did I not?" Mrs Smith scolded Mandy.
Mandy looked at the floor and could see the pool of urine lying on the floor and she started to cry.
"Stop that blubbering; I will be giving you lots cry about later young lady." Mrs Smith told Mandy. "I want you to go first to the bathroom and take your shoes and socks and a dirty knickers off and watch them in the sink. Then I want you to take them and hang them on the washing line. Then bring back a mop and bucket and cleaned up your mess."
Mandy left the classroom and about 15 minutes later arrived bare feet with the bucket and mop.
"Go on then clean up your mess. I am not going to do for you." Her teacher told her to do. Mandy took the mob and cleaned up the pool of urine on the floor. Mrs Smith was giving her directions. Finally Mandy managed to get floor clean to a standard that satisfied Mrs Smith.
She then watched as Mrs Smith went to the cabinet opened it and took out what looked like a horse whip.
"Right Mandy I want you to take off your school dress." Mrs Smith told her. Mandy looked as her and blushed bright red.
"What here in front of the class?" Mandy asked.
"Well yes Mandy." Mrs Smith said. "It wasn't your address that weed on the floor was it?" Mrs Smith asked. Mandy just shook her head without saying anything more. She pulled her dress off and there she was standing completely naked in front of the whole class. Her budding nipples and her bald pussy where on show for everyone to see.
Of course all boys had great big grins on their faces and even some of at nine or ten had lumps in their short trousers.
"Okay Mandy I want you to turn around bend over and grab your ankles. Mandy turnaround Bending over and grabbing her ankles which exposed her white bum and of course her pussy to the whole class. Mrs Smith took the horse whip in her hand and raised it up and brought it swiftly down the middle of Mandy's white bum. Mandy let out aloud shriek and a red stripe appeared across the middle of her bum. It wasn't long before Mandy was crying and begging for mercy as the horse whip continued to criss cross her bottom with red stripes appearing wherever the whip struck.
St Vincent
When I was 10, we had a school assembly at the front of the hall and some of the girls in the year above were doing poetry readings. One of the girls was waiting for her turn to read but looked very uncomfortable. My friend and I were on the front row and clearly saw the little pool of urine forming around her brown school shoe.
We traced the liquid and identified it as wee as it was running down her leg from under her dress.
Just once, in a world that felt very female and girl dominated, myself and the other boys got a chance to giggle at a girl's expense...
More chapters to your story surely...
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