Dear Diary,He called me this afternoon. His voice was so deep and calm on the phone. āHey Lily, I canāt stop thinking about you. Want to go out tonight? Dinner and a movie?ā I squeaked out a āYes!ā so fast I sounded like a total dork, but I didnāt care. I was glowing.I wanted to look irresistible. I wore a tight black dress that hugged my body, short enough that it barely covered the top of my thighs, with tiny straps and a low neckline. No bra. I felt so sexy and grown-upā¦ until I remembered what a big baby I actually am.The movie was great. We sat in the back row and he kept his hand on my thigh the whole time. I drank a huge soda like an idiot. By the time we got back in his car I was squirming, but I was too shy to say anything. We were driving when it hit me hard.I gasped, crossed my legs, but it was too late.āFuckā¦ā I whimpered as hot pee burst out of me into my panties. It flooded down my thighs, soaking the back of my tight dress and puddling on his leather seat. I started crying immediately, big tears rolling down my cheeks. āIām so sorryā¦ Iām such a babyā¦ I couldnāt hold itā¦āHe didnāt get mad. He just looked over at me with this intense expression, pulled over, and said quietly, āYou wet yourself, didnāt you, little girl?āI nodded, sobbing. He reached over and slid his hand up my soaked thigh, feeling the mess I made. Then he drove straight to his apartment instead of taking me home.As soon as we were inside he pulled me over his lap on the couch. My dress was hiked up and he spanked my wet bottom hard, over and over. I was kicking and crying like a toddler, but I was also dripping wet in a completely different way. Every smack made me throb.āYouāre a naughty little bedwetter, arenāt you?ā he growled between spanks.āYesā¦ Iām a bedwetterā¦ Iām sorryā¦ā I sobbed.When my bottom was stinging and bright red he stood me up, stripped my soaked dress off, and laid me on his bed. He took out a thick pair of pink pull-ups (he already had them?) and slid them up my legs. The padding was so soft and crinkly. He taped them snug around me while I whimpered with embarrassment and need.Then his hand slipped inside the front of the pull-up. His fingers found my soaked, swollen pussy and started fingering me slowly. I was still crying softly, but my hips were bucking against his hand. He rubbed my clit and pushed two fingers deep inside me while whispering how cute I looked in my pull-up after wetting myself like a baby.I came so hard I saw stars, soaking the pull-up even more.Afterwards he held me, kissed my forehead, and drove me home. Iām lying in my own bed now still wearing the pull-up he put me in. Itās warm and heavy between my legs. My bottom is sore from the spanking, my eyes are puffy from crying, and Iāve never felt more embarrassedā¦ or more wanted.I think Iām falling for him. Even though (or maybe because) he knows what a pathetic little bedwetter I am.ā Lily
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