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White Tights Chapter Ten
🕑 Added 2020-07-01 07:33:37 +0000 UTC
Chapter Ten
Chloe’s second spanking of the day was nowhere near as painful as the first, but it was just as humiliating. While the nappy offered her bottom a layer of protection, having it exposed to the whole class like this was very embarrassing for Chloe. Each spank sent a jolt through her body, and every jolt threatened to be the one that ended her control over her poor, aching bladder. As if things weren’t uncomfortable enough, she could feel something prodding her from underneath, and realised with horror that Mr Thomas had an erection. He was enjoying spanking her, or exposing her nappy, or both.
Meanwhile, at the back of the classroom, Sophie was now fully engaged in a text conversation with Ryan.
‘What kind of sexy underwear?’ Ryan had texted back.
‘Well, you’ll just have to wait and see won’t you? I’ve been a very naughty girl Ryan, you might need to spank me. X’
‘Seriously? I thought you weren’t into that?’
‘You’ve always wanted to haven’t you? Spank me in my school uniform like a naughty girl? X’
‘You know I have, I just didn’t think you would ever let me.’
‘I’m feeling very naughty, and tonight I want you to have the best night of your life. I’ll let you do anything you like to me. X’
‘Anything?’
‘Anything you like. See you after school. X’
Completely unaware of the promises that Sophie was making on her behalf, Chloe was beginning to panic. She could feel her control slipping. Each time she felt the hand come down onto her nappy she was sure that she was leaking. Again and again she released a small spurt of urine into her nappy, completely powerless to stop it, until one thundering slap to her rear demolished the little self-control she had left. Chloe felt the floodgates open and realised with horror that she was completely flooding her nappy in front of the whole class. Mr Thomas slapped her nappy covered bottom again, and realised that the nappy had changed texture. He stopped.
‘Chloe, have you just, just … disgraced yourself?’ he asked.
‘Yes sir,’ Chloe responded, sobbing.
‘Right, well I’m sure you’ve learned your lesson. Up you get,’ Mr Thomas said awkwardly.
As Chloe stood up her nappy sagged down and the whole class got an eyeful before her skirt dropped. Her tights were still halfway down her legs, but she didn’t dare pull them up in case she made matters worse. Chloe noticed that Mr Thomas made no effort to stand up, and wondered if he was still enjoying himself. There was a brief moment of quiet, and it almost seemed as if some of Chloe’s classmates felt sorry for the poor girl.
‘I’m afraid I don’t have … well, I don’t have any nappies in here Chloe,’ explained Mr Thomas. ‘I only teach years 11, 12 and 13, and they’ve never needed them before,’ he said as he pulled her tights up. The tights pushed the wet nappy up against Chloe’s skin, and she felt the urine pool around her bottom. ‘You’ll have to go to the office and see if somebody there can sort you out,’ Mr Thomas said, not without sympathy.
‘That won’t be necessary sir,’ Sarah said, rising from her seat. ‘I was with Chloe this morning when she was first put back in nappies. I took the liberty of bringing some supplies because I thought she might need a change. I can do it right here.’
‘Oh, how thoughtful Miss Daniels,’ Mr Thomas replied.
‘Thoughtful,’ thought Chloe, ‘she just wants to take my nappy off in front of everybody.’
‘Why don’t you climb up on this table Chloe? We’ll get you into a nice clean nappy,’ Sarah teased.
Chloe, realising there was no way out for her, started to clamber onto the table.
‘Uh oh. You weren’t going to put your shoes on the furniture were you little miss?’ said Sarah.
Reluctantly Chloe bent down and took her shoes off, placed them on the floor and climbed onto the table with her tights-encased feet. There was no pretence that a lesson was still going on. All eyes were on Chloe, including those of Mr Thomas, who watched, completely mesmerised as if he were in some kind of trance. He had his hand in his pocket, and Chloe realised with horror that he was touching himself. Her young, attractive teacher had gotten off on spanking her and was now getting off at the thought of her having her nappy changed in full view of the class. Chloe lay on her back on the table without even being asked.
‘I think it will be easier if we just take your skirty-wirty off won’t it Chloe-kins?’ chided Sarah. She was obviously hell bent on making the whole process as humiliating as possible. Sarah unzipped and removed Chloe’s skirt.
‘Probably best to just take these completely off too,’ Sarah said as she slid the tights down Chloe’s legs and then took them off of each foot. There were excited giggles as Chloe lay on the table, wearing nothing on her lower half but a discoloured, sagging nappy.
‘Is Aunty Sarah going to find a little parcel in the back of your nappy?’ Sarah asked with glee.
Chloe couldn’t bring herself to respond.
‘Hey, she asked you a question!’ Lily sneered. ‘Did you take a dump as well?’
‘Of course not!’ snapped Chloe, though she realised that the idea of messing herself was growing less and less far-fetched as the day went on.
‘Right then, let’s get your smelly nappy off before you get a nasty rash on your fluflu,’ said Sarah in a condescending tone. Sarah took her time undoing each of the four tapes of the nappy. She grabbed the front of the nappy and paused for a moment for dramatic effect. Chloe realised she was holding her breath. Sarah had said that she would show everybody Chloe’s baby-smooth fanny and it seemed like she was being true to her word.
When Sarah pulled the front of Chloe’s nappy down, there was shocked silence, followed by a tirade of laughter and ridicule. Mr Thomas just sat there and watched.
‘Look at her pussy! She looks like an actual baby!’
‘Do you think it’s part of the punishment? Do they shave you down there or something?’
‘No way. I saw Katy have her nappy changed a few times back in year 10, and she had a little jungle going on down there.’
‘Look at how stained her nappy is!’
Chloe instinctively rose her bottom up for Sarah to slide the wet nappy out from under her, and Sarah took her sweet time folding it up and taping it closed.
‘Oh dear,’ she said ‘I seem to have left my supplies at the other end of the room. I’m sure these other girls can watch you while I go and get them.’
Sarah slowly sauntered over to her bag, while Chloe was left exposed for everybody to look at. The air felt cool against Chloe’s wet bottom. Sarah returned with her supplies and started going to work with the baby wipes. She was being incredibly thorough and spent much longer than necessary ‘cleaning’ Chloe’s vagina in an attempt to humiliate Chloe further by getting her aroused. Chloe, however, was far too humiliated for it to work. Sarah then had one of the other girls lift Chloe’s ankles so that her red bottom was exposed. Sarah took her time cleaning this area too, and paid special attention to Chloe’s arsehole, even pushing the baby wipe inside slightly which made Chloe squirm. Sarah had hoped for another poo-stained wipe to embarrass Chloe with, but had no such luck, so settled for giving her upturned bottom a couple of sharp slaps. With Chloe’s legs still up in the air Sarah slid the fresh nappy under her and applied a liberal sprinkling of baby powder. She then brought her legs back down and opened them wide to powder the front before taping the nappy into place.
‘Aren’t you going to thank me?’ asked Sarah.
Chloe turned her face to the side and ignored the question. Sarah pinched the tender skin at the top of Chloe’s inside thigh.
‘Ow!’ squeaked Chloe.
‘I said aren’t you going to thank me?’
‘Thank you,’ Chloe said grudgingly.
‘What for?’ asked Sarah, ready to pinch again if she didn’t get the answer she wanted.
‘For … for changing my nappy,’ sobbed Chloe.
‘And why did I have to change your nappy?’ She caught and tender piece of flesh between her nails and squeezed.
‘OW! Because I wet myself!’ shouted out Chloe, much to the amusement of the other girls.
‘Now say it all together please, and call me Aunty Sarah,’ said Sarah with a devious smile.
‘Thank you, ow, Aunty Sarah, for changing my nappy after I wet myself!’
‘That’s okay sweetie. It’s not your fault if you’re still a little baby who can’t be trusted not to piss in her nappies. Now let’s get those tights back on. We wouldn’t want people mistaking you for a big girl now would we?’
