0 comments/ 108289 views/ 9 favorites At the Water's Edge By: Magicien Nancy found his ad in the Personals section of her campus newspaper. His requirements were very specific: “Serious older disciplinarian seeks college freshman for bladder control training and discipline. Must be Lolita type 18 or older. Should look 15 or 16 years old – a hint of ‘baby fat’ a plus …” Nancy had just started her freshman year at State University. She was a natural blonde who had turned 18 three weeks before the start of the fall semester. But she looked much younger. The little darling was barely five feet tall and she was carded regularly every time she went out for drinks with her new college roommate. Maybe it was because she giggled a lot, or because she still had some of the plumpness of a 12 or 13 year old. Maybe if she exercised more, she could get rid of that little bit of the baby fat that turns some men on to girls of a certain age. The ad excited and intrigued her. For Nancy, the fantasy of bladder control training wasn’t new. Every since she read the book, Sybil, the idea of being made to lose control and wet herself had excited the little girl. Nancy wasn’t a virgin, but she wasn’t all that sexually experienced. Actually, her experiences were all pretty tame. She had never dated, much less slept with, an older man before. She knew boys her age couldn’t keep a secret, so she never confided any of her darker thoughts to the school boys she dated, and occasionally jerked or sucked off. So her interest in peeing was much too personal even to confide to the boy she dated most of her senior year, and finally fucked on Prom Night. Nancy responded to an Internet address and corresponded with this older man every day for over a week. He claimed to write porn as a hobby, nothing to make any money at. But from the very vivid descriptions of the things he planned to do her, Nancy had to admit meeting him was a possibility. He starters he would make her consume large quantities of diet soda or cranberry juice, and then restrict her ability to pee. That was part of the turn on, not being allowed to relieve herself. They would sit and talk, and Nancy would begin to squirm in her seat. He even suggested this might take place in public, but Nancy hoped not. That would be so humiliating. Nancy knew she would eventually lose control and wet herself, and she would be punished for the embarrassment she caused. There was so much for Nancy to think about. How much soda or juice could she consume? Would she be restrained? How severely would she be punished when she failed to control her bladder to his total satisfaction? Nancy thought about this every night before she went to bed, touching herself under the covers, trying not to make any noise, always hoping her college roommate was asleep. She wanted this older mystery man to be interested, so she sent him pictures of herself, showing off her sexy little tits and her chubby little ass. He lived close by her college, and suggested meeting her one Saturday morning. “Plan to be away all day, six hours at least. These things take time, and you can’t rush Mother Nature.” Vanishing on a Saturday morning wasn’t a problem. All she had to do was tell her roommate she was doing field research for her abnormal psychology course, “nuts and sluts,” as she put it, her favorite course. Nancy was very excited that Saturday morning. She took a shower and shaved her legs and under her arms, and then trimmed her little blonde patch with the electric beard trimmer. She wanted this stranger to like her, to think she was cute, to find her desirable. Nancy dressed carefully – her tightest yellow tube top, no bra, to show off her pretty little tits. The final touch was a very small pair of cutoff jeans. She debated if she should wear underwear, white cotton bikini panties, or maybe a thong, but finally decided she preferred the friction of denim against her bare and freshly trimmed crotch. Down deep Nancy suspected she would disappoint him, that he would see her faults, that he wouldn’t like her. Or I’ll do something stupid or something to make him angry, she thought to herself, and then he’ll really punish me for being such a geek. He met the young girl that first Saturday morning at the campus bus stop just outside her dormitory. He had the picture of her in the tight yellow tube top and cut offs and the little girl was even sexier in real life. He planned to make her drink four or five quarts of soda or cranberry juice. From past experience, he knew she wouldn’t be able to hold that much liquid for very long, especially if he gave her a Lasik pill after she started drinking. He also knew she would get a whipping when she finally lost control and wet herself. Just thinking about her standing in a corner, naked from the waste down after he spanked her, made his cock very stiff. He told her he his name was Denis Diderot and he would be driving a white Mercedes, and older S model, the model before the one Princess Di died in. Nancy didn’t know anything about cars, so it didn’t make much difference what model Mercedes he would be driving. He pulled to the curb and Nancy quickly jumped in. “Let’s get breakfast before we get started,” he told her, as he floored the accelerator. The car was big and fast and things were starting to get exciting. He took her to a restaurant off campus, T G I Friday’s she later wrote in her ‘field notes,’ along with the fact that he found a parking space very close to the door. The waitress took them to a booth in a non-smoking section, and probably assumed they were a father and his daughter out for a Saturday morning adventure. Denis ordered granola cereal with yogurt on the side, and a cup of French roast coffee. “My daughter will have the same, without the yogurt,” he told the waitress, “and bring her your largest size diet Coke, without too much ice, instead of the coffee.” Nancy started to protest that she didn’t like granola cereal, and she certainly wasn’t his daughter. “Sush,” he whispered, as he put his finger up to his lips, “play along. It will make the game more exciting.” They were playing a game, Nancy realized, and pretending to be his daughter would be part of the fun. As the waitress walked away, he added another instruction: “And by the way, I expect my young girls to be polite, to be respectful. Therefore, from now on, you’ll address me as ‘Sir.’ Do, you understand?” Yes, she nodded her head. “Then say it.” There was an edge to his voice. “Yes, Sir,” she said reluctantly. “Good. You’re making progress.” While they waited for the food to arrive, Denis told her to drink the entire glass of soda, and watched as she forced herself to finish the large glass. Then he began to quiz Nancy about her fantasies. “Have you ever intentionally wet yourself in public? And how often do you masturbate?” Nancy blushed as she admitted that she masturbated most nights before she went to bed, and while she had never lost control in public, she sometimes liked to play with herself while she was peeing. “And what about peeing in the shower? Do you ever do that, pee standing up, letting the warm piss run down your pretty legs?” Nancy could feel the wetness starting between her legs as he asked her about that and she was sure he could see her little nipples getting hard. “Sometimes,” she said with a stammer, “when I was home alone, before I started college.” “And what about your little piss hole? Do you ever try to put anything in it, a small glass stirring rod or the tip of a thermometer?” By now, the blush had worked its way down to the top of her chest, and her nipples were very perky. “No, Sir, I’ve never done that,” and she looked down at the top of the table. “But I think you’ve read Sybil, that you wonder what that would be like. And I think you’ll want me to play with yourr pussy when you finally pee, when you can’t hold it any longer. And then we’ll see if you enjoys having something in your piss hole while I suck on your hot little clit.” Nancy wanted to touch herself right there in the restaurant, she was so aroused by what this older man was saying. The food finally arrived, and Denis ordered another round of drinks. “You’ll have to finish this one, and at least one more, before we leave,” he told her after the waitress delivered the second very large soda. “Please, Sir, I’m not all that thirsty.” “This is only to get you started … and you’ll be amazed how much liquid you can take … this way and other ways …” he said with a smile. What other ways, Nancy asked herself. They ate slowly. Nancy never liked cereal, and she protested that she especially didn’t care for granola. “It adds bulk and is health for you. And I expect you to finish your soda as part of your bladder training.” Oh, my, he’s serious. Denis finished his cereal and yogurt, and ordered another round of coffee and soda. “No ice, this time for my daughter. The little girl is very thirsty.” It seemed like it took a half hour for Nancy to finish the third soda, and then she asked if she could be excused to go to the bathroom. “No, you’ll just have to wait until we get home.” Nancy started to squirm in her seat. After what seemed like an eternity, Denis ordered the check, and took his time paying for their breakfast. Nancy’s bladder was very full and she started to shred a napkin to take her mind off her discomfort. “Sit still, and stop fidgeting,” Denis ordered. “Please, Sir, I have to go.” “Not until we get home!” “I’m sure I can’t wait.” “You’ll just have to learn to control yourself.” Nancy was in agony. She guessed it was at least a 10 or 15 minute drive to wherever he was planning to take her, and she knew she couldn’t hold it that long. “Please, dear God, let me go to the bathroom here in the restaurant.” “No, and be quiet about it. You’re getting to be very tedious.” Nancy thought that at any moment she would lose control and wet herself right there in the restaurant. She squeezed her legs together and tried to make the pain go away. She would die of shame if it happened there, in the restaurant, sitting there in the booth. Finally Denis stood up and started for the door. Nancy followed him, trying to control herself and walk fast at the same time. Please, not here in the restaurant, she told herself with each step. They finally got to the car, and Denis intentionally fumbled with his car keys. “Please, Sir, I can’t hold it any longer.” He walked around to her side of the car. The little girl was starting to tremble. “Please, don’t make me do this. Please don’t make me wet myself, please, not here, not like this, not in public …” A tear started to form in the corner of one eye; it was all very touching. He could see the patch of darkness starting in the crotch of her cutoffs, as the little girl slowly lost control. And a moment later the pee started to run down her legs and form puddles on the parking lot ground. They were very near the entrance to the restaurant, and a couple stopped to stare at the scene taking place before their eyes. The woman looked very concerned about what was happening. “Please ignore my daughter,” Denis said to the couple very matter of factly. “She’s under a doctor’s care, and she only does these little demonstrations to attract attention.” At that point Nancy’s humiliation deepened, and she wanted to sink into the ground. “When we get home, after I’ve dried you off and cleaned you up, I’m going to punish you for this,” Denis told her when the couple finally walked away. “It won’t be a spanking. Instead, we’ll start all over again, with a couple of two liter bottles of diet soda. Since you’re so fond of Sybil, I’ll use a vibrating massager on your tummy, and time you to see how long you can hold it. After that you’ll find out what a glass rod feels like in your wee-wee hole. If you’re a good little girl, if you’ve learned your lessons well, maybe I’ll eat your pretty little cunt while I’m doing it.” At the Water's Edge Leah and I were burning up. We’d been riding horses all afternoon and the sun was bearing down on us. When she suggested a quick dip in a nearby stream, I readily agreed, dying to get out of these hot shoes and tight jean shorts. After tying the horses up to the branch of a tree, Leah wasted no time in heading for the water, kicking off her leather boots and stripping out of her black denim shorts that were plastered to her rump from a day of hard riding, leaving her clad in only a pair of pink bikinis and matching tank top. I couldn’t wait to get into that cool clear water, but as I slid my shorts down, I remembered that I wore a thong today – and not just an ordinary up the butt thong with a triangle in the front but a lacy white thong with only a tiny strip of nearly sheer fabric to cover me. Well, there was nothing I could do about it now, Leah would have to just look in the other direction. She was lying back on one of the big rocks in the middle of the stream, letting her long blond hair flow with the current when I came in. I sank down to my knees and cupped the water in my hand for a drink, allowing the cool water to flow down my chin and soak my little white baby T. Of course, my breasts were on display with my pebbled nipples protruding, but this didn’t bother me because Leah and I frequently were topless around each other. Most of the time, on days like this we’d just sit around in her room and let the fan blow on us. Or sometimes, when it wasn’t so blistering, we’d sunbathe on her roof. I even mentioned how perfect her small breasts were when she’d get down on the way she looks and how no boys really liked her. Then she would hug me and tell me how nice it felt to have my larger breasts on her, and that boys would have to like feeling breasts like mine as well. I stood up, arching my back with my hands linked over my head, for a good stretch, enjoying the sun now that my body had cooled off. When I looked over at Leah, I saw that she was looking at me. I smiled. “It feels good, doesn’t it? I’m glad you suggested this spot.” She licked her pink lips and her eyes wandered down to my crotch. “So am I.” It didn’t make me feel uncomfortable, her watching me. I was proud of my body. I worked hard to keep in shape. The sun was getting hot again on my shoulders, probably because I have long black hair, and so I decided to lie down and get totally soaked this time. “Your step-brother sure seemed interested in where we were heading. What do you think he’d do if he found us out here like this?” “Probably just stare at your beautiful body,” Leah said from right beside me. I shielded my eyes to get a better look at her face and saw that she was ogling my breasts again. I just let her look her fill. “Well, I sure wouldn’t mind if he decided to bare that hard body of his and join us for a cool dip. Or even something else.” I laughed. “I can see right through your thong,” she remarked, a little breathless. “Do you shave it?” “Sometimes,” I mumbled as the water flowed over my curves. “But mostly I keep it waxed. It stays softer that way.” Then I couldn’t resist playing with her just a little. “And then I rub this special lotion all over, for a long time until it gets completely absorbed.” “Oh,” she said on a lengthy sigh, before I splashed her and scrambled away. We were giggling and splashing around when Troy came upon us at full gallop. Man, he looked good enough to eat. His brown hair had been bleached by the sun and his skin bronzed. He’d ripped the sleeves of his tight muscle shirt off to reveal his finely honed guns. He jumped off the horse before it even stopped without taking his eyes off me. Trying to act cool, he sat down at the water’s edge. “What are you two up to? Trouble?” I splashed him. “I guess that depends on your definition.” “Mostly, we’re just playing around,” Leah chimed in, making her step-brother glance in her direction. He looked her over, smiled and then turned his gaze back to me, not bothering to keep his eyes on my face. “Playin’, huh? Well, I happen to know a few games.” “I’m sure you do, cowboy,” I said as I lifted my arms to smooth the dark hair away from face. “What did you have in mind?” He removed his boots, and set them on the bank one at a time and then stood and stripped out of his shirt. His smooth, tan pectoral muscles rippled as he brought his arm down and rubbed his hand over his chiseled six-pack. “How about truth or dare?” He wore a pair of cut-off’s as well, but when I suggested he take them off, he grinned, unbuttoning only the top button. “I don’t think you’re ready to let the horse out of the barn yet. Or are you ready for that first dare?” Though her step-brother was a eight years older than either of us, and already done with college, he didn’t get a bear belly like some of those other college boys do, and I didn’t mind the attention he’d begun to pay me whenever I came over to spend the night at his house. Most of the time he was the only one around, because Leah’s folks were always staying someplace on the weekends, and I frequently asked him to do little favors for me in kind of my little fantasy of us playing house. To this day, the most that had ever happened between us was a quick hug or an accidental brushing of thighs, and I couldn’t wait for something more intense. And from the looks of his bulging package, I’d say he felt the same. “I’ll go first,” Leah announced as she put a hand on my shoulder to bring me back to reality. Troy spoke up. “Truth or dare?” Leah looked over at me, biting her lip. “Dare.” “I dare you to kiss Monica,” he drawled, stepping further into the water to where we were standing. Like an excited puppy, Leah moved in. She touched her fingertips to my lips first and then tilted my chin up just slightly to bring my mouth up to hers. Her lips were soft and warm as they brushed against mine. Surprisingly, I could feel the stirrings of arousal between my thighs. I don’t know if it was because Troy was watching or because her tongue tasted so sweet in my mouth, but began to like it. Too soon, she pulled away, laughing and a little breathless. The sun was scorching again, my shirt nearly dry, and I sank down into the water to get wet again. I stood up and looked from Leah to Troy who both had their eyes centered on me, roving from my chest down to my crotch. I began to throb and feel my own moisture build. “I’ll take a double dare,” I said and looked to Troy for release. Leah chimed in, “Kiss me.” Then Troy added, “And then suck on her nipples.” I wasted no time in fulfilling the dare. I kissed Leah the way that she kissed me and took it a step farther as I lightly pinched her nipples with my fingers. She moaned into my mouth as I slid my tongue further in. Slowly, I lifted the damp shirt off her lithe body and pressed my breasts against hers, feeling the satisfaction of her taut nipples boring through my shirt and knowing that she was excited to be kissing me. Her hands moved around my waist and grabbed hold of my shirt as she urged my arms up and freed me of the wet garment. I continued to kiss her, loving the feel of her soft lips on mine, and also the feel of her small breasts on my flesh. Lowering my head, I took her tiny pink nipple into my mouth and suckled. Her fingers tangled with my hair as she held my head to her breast and cried out my name. “Dare,” Troy said after a while of being left out of the picture. I came up for air and looked at him. “I dare you to take your shorts off.” He did and stood before us, naked and glorious. His erection grew even larger under our gazes, nearly stealing my breath at the thought of that humongous muscle inside of me. And I wanted him all for myself. “What next?” I answered him with a shrug of my shoulders. “You should have said double dare. Now it’s Leah’s turn again.” “Double dare,” Leah whispered, coming closer to kiss me again, not waiting for Troy to make up his mind. “Get on your knees, rip off Monica’s thong and then eat her pussy,” Troy said, moving a hand down to stroke his blessed member. For a moment, I was jealous watching him, wanting to put my hand on him and feel the hot, silky steel of him, but then I felt Leah’s tongue on me. She ate me like she hadn’t eaten for a year. Her pink tongue was tireless as she moved it over my clit, over and over again as I felt the tension build and watched Troy entice me with his slow strokes. My knees weakened and Troy reached an arm out to steady me. I moaned and my head fell back in a quick, and somewhat unfulfilling, orgasm. Troy was gorgeous. Just looking at him made me want more, and I could tell by the trace amount of juice on the tip of his penis that he felt the same way. “Leah, dare me to suck on Troy, to take all of him into my mouth.” “I don’t want to,” Leah whined. I knew what she wanted and I had to appease her in some way. “The next double dare Troy will make me eat you and finger fuck you, does that sound good?” Leah nodded. “But only if you let me suck on your nipples while you suck on Troy, alright?” I was already down on my knees, the little river rocks digging into my flesh, but I didn’t care. I licked the tip of his dick and tasted his salty juice. I took him deep into my mouth wanting more of that delicious stuff. I took him all the way down my throat; he must have been at least ten inches. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and pumped while I sucked faster and faster. Then Leah moved in between his legs and started on my tits. Man! I didn’t know I could feel like this. I found myself wishing for a way to have something in my mouth, something sucking on my tits and something riding hard and fast inside of me all at the same time. I fondled Troy’s balls and felt them tighten up right before he came into my mouth. I swallowed the sweet nectar and smiled up at him as swung his leg over Leah and sat down in the water beside me. I laid back as Leah continued suckling me and slowly inserted her finger inside of me. Soon her rocking finger became two and then three and then faster as I felt the tension build again. But I wanted more than Leah’s hand, I wanted Troy. Suddenly, he kissed me and brought his hand to the breast that Leah didn’t have in her mouth, kneading my wanton flesh. “Oh, Troy. I want you,” I moaned into his mouth just before I came. The pouty look on Leah’s face had me taking her face in my hands and gently kissing her before I stood and lead her over to the big, flat rock. Turning her so that her back was to the rock, I kissed her again and rubbed my thumbs over her nipples while Troy watched from behind me. Laying her down, I wasted no time in stripping off her panties and settling my mouth on her cunt. She had it shaved in a V and her soft, curly hairs felt surprisingly nice against my lips. “Is this what you want, sweetie?” I asked as I licked her clit, causing her hips to arch upward. The power of sex I held over her was a powerful aphrodisiac and I found myself enjoying my task very much. I ate her slowly, savoring her tangy flavor and drinking all of her desire. I licked her all over, loving the feel of my tongue inside of her. I could tell by her moans and the way she was shaking that she was about ready to explode, so I slowed down even more and put my finger inside of her. She was tight and clamped around my finger as I picked up the pace and rocked her world. I felt a hand on my backside, and figured that Troy had recovered and was ready to join the party. The head of his penis pressed against my cunt and edged inside slowly. He took great care to make my body used to his size and to not overwhelm me. Then he pulled out and thrust in fully just once, but once was enough. Orgasm washed over me and I just about collapsed into Leah’s pussy. I sucked her and flicked her clit with the tip of my tongue as I slid another finger in and she came. I licked up all of her juices as Troy rode me slow and deep. My body came to life again and my skin was sizzling with electric current. Every thrust almost had me weeping for the joy of it and then he stopped. I stood up and turned around to see that Troy was in some secret communication with Leah. Then he put his hand behind my neck and kissed slow and deep. I guess that’s the way cowboys do things. The next thing I knew, Troy was on the rock and turning me around to sit facing away from him as he lowered me onto him and then pulled me back to lay on him. He had one knee up and a foot braced for support while my legs were spread wide and he rocked his hips. Then Leah leaned forward to kiss me as she played with my breasts. This had to be heaven! I didn’t think it could get any better, but then Leah moved down my body and plied her fabulous little tongue to my clit again as Troy filled me. He stiffened and moaned, emptying his precious juice into me. I shattered, wondering briefly what we would do when got back to the house. At the Water's Edge Ch. 02 In the first chapter, Nancy found his ad in the Personals section of her campus newspaper. His requirement was very specific: "Serious older disciplinarian seeks college freshman for bladder control training and discipline. Must be Lolita type 18 or older. Should look 15 or 16 years old – a hint of 'baby fat' a plus..." If you don't remember Nancy, she had just started her freshman year at State University. She was a natural blonde and she had turned 18 three weeks before the start of the fall semester. But the turn-on for many men is that she looked much younger. The little darling was barely five feet tall and she was carded regularly every time she went out for drinks with her new college roommate. Maybe it was because she giggled a lot, or perhaps because she still had some of the plumpness of a 12 or 13 year old. Maybe if she exercised more, she could get rid of that little bit of the baby fat that turns some men on to girls of a certain age. She met the man for breakfast, and while he was very sexy, he was also very strict. That was what she wanted, someone who was very strict. She didn't want to, but he made her drink several very large glasses of Diet Coke with her breakfast. The last one was just soda, no ice, and she had to force herself to finish it. It seemed like it took half an hour for Nancy to finish the third soda, and then when she was finally finished, she asked very politely if she could be excused to go to the bathroom. "No, you'll just have to wait until we get home." Nancy started to squirm in her seat. After what seemed like an eternity, Denis ordered the check, and took his time paying for their breakfast. Nancy's bladder was very full and she started to shred a napkin to take her mind off her discomfort. "Sit still, and stop fidgeting," Denis ordered. "Please, Sir, I have to go." "Not until we get home!" "I'm sure I can't wait." "You'll just have to learn to control yourself." Nancy was in agony. She guessed it would be at least a 10 or 15 minute drive to wherever he was planning to take her, and she knew she couldn't hold it that long. "Please, dear God, let me go to the bathroom here in the restaurant." "No, and be quiet about it. You're getting to be very tedious." Nancy thought that at any moment she would lose control and wet herself right there. She squeezed her legs together and tried to make the pain go away. She would die of shame if it happened in the restaurant, sitting there in the booth. Finally Denis stood up and started for the door. Nancy followed, trying to control herself and walk fast at the same time. Please, not here in the restaurant, she told herself with each step. They finally got to the car, and Denis intentionally fumbled with his car keys. "Please, Sir, I can't hold it any longer." He walked around to her side of the car. The little girl was starting to tremble. "Please, don't make me do this. Please don't make me wet myself, please, not here, not like this, not in public..." A tear started to form in the corner of one eye; it was all very touching. He could see the patch of darkness starting in the crotch of her cutoffs, as the little girl slowly lost control. And a moment later the pee started to run down her legs and form puddles on the parking lot ground. Standing in the restaurant parking lot, Nancy trembled as the warm piss ran down both her legs. This was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to her, something she had dreamed about for years. She was so aroused. What made it more exciting was that a couple standing close by saw it all happen. The couple stared at her in disbelief - a pretty teenager peeing in her pants in a restaurant parking lot on a Saturday morning. If they weren't looking, Nancy was sure she would have put her hand down the front of her cutoffs and fingered herself to an orgasm. G-d, she was so close. And what did her "father" tell them? "She's under a doctor's care, the poor thing. It's a mental condition. My daughter is only doing this to attract attention. If this keeps up, I'm sure the doctor will have to adjust her medication." None of this was true, but it didn't matter. It was all part of their little game, and Nancy was sure it would evolve into something more complex over time. "Please, Daddy, I'm sorry. Please take me home. I promise this will never happen again. Please, I don't want to be here any more." Nancy was crying real tears as she begged to go home with him. So Denis reached over and wiped the tears from her eyes, and then opened the car door. "Get in the back," he ordered. "You can kneel on the floor, on the plastic bag. You've made enough of a mess already, and I don't want you ruining the leather seats." Nancy was dejected and totally humiliated by what had just happened. At the same time she was totally aroused, ready to cum, wanting an orgasm so very badly. "And keep your hands away from your cunt, you little slut. I don't want you to cum until I decide you're ready." "Yes, Sir," she replied automatically. The ride to Denis's house only took 10 minutes. Kneeling on the floor with her head down, Nancy couldn't really see where they were driving. And Denis managed to make enough turns in the first few blocks so that Nancy lost all sense of direction. Finally, he pulled into a driveway. The garage door was already up, and he closed it as soon as they were in the garage. He quickly opened the car door for Nancy. "Get out of the car and follow me. First we need to get you out of your wet clothes, and then I need to punish you for that little exhibition back at the restaurant." "Please, it wasn't may fault..." Nancy started to explain, but Denis slapped her across the face before she could finish the sentence. "Next time you'll have to work harder at public bladder control. If you don't make any progress today, here at home, I'll take you back to the same restaurant next Saturday and make you wear a diaper under your jeans, something big and bulky and very uncomfortable, because you can't be trusted, and we can start your training all over again..." Nancy had wondered what that would be like, diaper play. Lately she had started to fantasize that she was forced to wear a diaper in public, under her skirt or jeans. In the fantasy, she was always in a public place, usually at a party. She would lose control and wet herself, and then she would have to wear the wet diaper for at least an hour until "Daddy" took her home and changed her. Sometimes, to increase her sense of humiliation, "Daddy" would make her lift her skirt to show everyone the diaper, and then mention casually that she would be spanked as soon as she got home. It only took a few flicks of her clit at that point to bring her to a thundering orgasm. Nancy was staring to get frightened. She was at this stranger's house and she didn't have the faintest idea where she was or how to get home. Suddenly she could feel the anxiety in her bladder, the need to pee again. "Please, Sir, I need to pee again." "You can't pee here, in my garage, not now..." "Please, Sir, it wasn't may fault..." she started to say, and he slapped her across the face a second time. Nancy was shocked. No one had every slapped her face before. Nancy didn't want to be humiliated again in public, not like that. "Please, Sir, I'll try my best. And I really do have to pee." "After I spank you, I'll teach you how to pee standing up squatting over the bowl. Now follow me into the house. Jeez, that would be so humiliating. He led Nancy out of the garage and into the house, down a hall, and into a room she would become very familiar with over time. The entire floor was white tile, with drain holes in the floor in several locations. In one corner was a double stainless steel sink, and along the same wall a toilet. And Nancy turned red when she realized that whoever used the toilet to pee, or to do something even more private, could be observed by everyone in the room. There was also a very large glass enclosed shower, big enough for three or four people. On the other side of the room there was a small antique work table with a thick wooden top and heavy cast iron legs, and an antique armoire. Later, Denis would tell her the table came from a sewing factory and the armoire was English, late 19th century . There was also a kitchen table and two chairs, and a raised narrow bed with a white cast iron frame. The bed was already made up with a rubber sheet and a pillow in a rubber case. Later she would remember seeing the pole on the wheeled base, adjustable for height, used to hold the bottle of fluid for bladder discipline. "Take off your jeans and throw them in the sink. You can wash them later, and if you behave I'll let you dry them before I take you home." Nancy dawdled and Denis raised his hand to slap her again. Most of her sex had been in the back seat of cars, or basement family rooms with the lights turned off, and Nancy wasn't used to undressing in a brightly lit room. "Please, Sir. don't hit me again, not on the face. I'm sorry I'm taking so long." The little girl started to push down the zipper, and then worked the pee drenched cut offs over her slim hips. "In the sink, and then bend over the punishment table." While he was talking, Denis went to the armoire, and came back with a paddle. It was pained black, about 2 inches wide and almost 2 feet long. Nancy tossed her cut offs in the sink, and then realized he was talking about the table with the cast iron legs, and she was about to get a spanking. "Push down your tube top. I want to see your pretty little titties when I spank you. Since this is you first time, I won't put clips or weights on your nipples." Nancy was even more terrified. Sometimes in bed, she would squeeze her nipples while she masturbated, but she had never been forced to wear nipple clips before. The tube top wasn't very big. It just covered her little titties, and showed her belly to best advantage. Nancy pushed it down, and then got up on her toes to position herself across the table. "Grab the front legs," Denis ordered. "I don't want you to fall on your ass while I'm spanking you." Then he started. The first six or so were even across her ass, both cheeks. Then he steps to the left a little, so that the end of the paddle landed on her right ass cheek. Slowly, gradually, her ass turned pink, and then a bright shade of red. "Please, Sir, don't spank me so hard, please don't mark me." Nancy wasn't sure what she more afraid of right then, getting bruises on her ass or losing control and wetting herself for the second time. But all she could do was to ignore the pain of the spanking, and concentrate on controlling her increasingly troublesome bladder. "Why shouldn't I leave a nice bruise on your pretty little ass? It will be something you can take home with you today, a remembrance, something like a party favor?" Denis continued to paddle the little girl's tight little ass. "Please, if my roommate sees any marks when we're changing for bed at night she'll ask all kinds of embarrassing questions." The older man was just starting to raise a nice purple welt on the little girl's right ass cheek. And it was nice to know that his little girl liked to show off her hot little body to her college roommate. "Then you'll just have to tell her what happened. You'll just have to tell her what a piss slut her new roommate is. Nancy was totally crushed, totally defeated, totally humiliated by what Denis had just said, of the piss slut she was becoming. She had never thought about it before, but for as long as Nancy could remember, piss did turn her on. As a child, when she played western games, she was always the rancher's wife, captured by Indians and tied to a tree and then whipped or branded. And whenever she "played Doctor" with the older girls, she was always the patient, always the one to have her temperature taken "the old fashioned way" with pencil or a plastic straw, and once, very painfully, with the end of a candle pushed up her tight little butt. One girl always made her pee in a cup, and then hit her with a stick on the ass when she refused to drink the warm yellow liquid. "Please, Sir, I'm sorry for what I did in the restaurant. And I will try harder to control my bladder, but please, let me pee, please..." Denis gave her three more with paddle, lower down, very hard, on the backs of her legs. With some luck, she would still be a little red when she got home, and her roommate would want to know how she had spent the morning. "That's enough for now. Get up and stand over the toilet facing me. Put the seat up and put your hands in back of your neck, and then bed your knees a little. I want to see your pussy when you make a little fountain. Nancy was very good at following orders, so she did exactly what she was instructed. She still wearing the yellow tube top, pushed down below her breasts, and she was very aroused, her nipples were very hard, from the spanking. Nancy squatted over the toilet for a minute, in that obscene position, but nothing happened. "I thought you had to pee?" "Please, Sir. I've never peed before a grown man before." That was technically true. Nancy had been forced to pee many times in front of her little friends as a young child, and before going away to college, had recently taken to spying on her father while he was peeing. "Do I need to put you over the table and spank you so more? Is that what you want?" "Please, Sir, not that..." "Then maybe this will help..." Denis went to the utility sink and turned on the water. He adjusted it to a slow, steady stream, so that it sounded like someone pissing. Then he walked back and stood in front of the little girl for a moment. She was so pretty, standing in that position, with her hands clasped behind her neck, with her knees bent and her pussy open. Quickly he slid his finger into her tight little snatch. As expected, the little slut was wet, and he went in very easily. "Ahhhh." "My little piss slut likes that?" "Yes, Sir." "And this?" As Denis pushed back the hood of her clitoris and started to tease the little pearl. "Ohhhhhh." Then he lowed his finger and started to tease Nancy's little piss hole. "Time to make a fountain, my sweet." Nancy couldn't hold back any longer. She let go, and her warm piss flowed into the cup of his hand. Then he directed the flow first against the inside of one thigh, and then the other. This was too exciting. Nancy had drunk almost a gallon of soda at the restaurant, and even with her mistake in the parking lot, she still had a lot of pee in her. Then Denis did something unexpected. He put one of his wet fingers back into her tight little pussy, as he pressed his thumb against her stiff little clit. Slowly he fucked the little girl with his finger, at the same time moving his thumb in a tight little circle. Her pussy burned from the piss, and her clit was on fire. The trembling stared in her legs and sensing what was happening, Denis reached up and squeezed her little nipple with his left hand. "Ahh, dear Jesus, I'm..." The orgasm overtook her and Nancy never finished the sentence.