For some reason I’m so turned in by the idea of being spanked. And it being so overwhelming that I wet myself.
What would you do if I was bent over your lap, squirming and moaning as my bottom was smacked red like I deserved. And then I lost control of my bladder, wetting myself all over you. Would you give me a break to clean up before sternly taking me back, telling me we’re not finished. Or would you simply continue like nothing happened?
Or maybe, would you use the humiliation to push me further. Use my silly little accident to embarrass me even more?
Maybe you would even add some more strokes to my already oh so sore backside, for loosing control. Or maybe even doing it on purpose to try to get out of my spanking.
Accidents will happen, and that's quite OK - but those who wet themselves deliberately will have to face the consequences.
I'm quite aware that some girls like to masturbate whilst imagining wetting themselves during a spanking. I know some love surfing the intense surge that results from a peegasm, where they simultaneously climax as they gush.
I also know the attraction of wetting for others is not so much the rush of gushing, but the extreme intimacy of being urgently undressed and thoroughly wiped afterwards.
And I also know there are some very naughty girls who are highly aroused by the prospect of interrupting their punishment with an outrageous act of misbehaviour. After all, wetting completely subverts normal spanking conventions, where the recipient is expected to remain submissive and respectful. Soaking their disciplinarian's lap is a bold challenge to their authority. Such girls want to provoke an extraordinary response and be sternly dealt with.
So what would I do if you happened to wet yourself whilst being spanked over my lap?
First I would stop, and you'd get the thorough wiping I suspect you've been imagining when playing with yourself. I'd start with a dry tissue on your bare mound, pinching back your hood to keep you from squirming as I dragged it all the way down the length of your slit.
A fresh tissue would be needed for the entrance of the vagina, circling to collect both kinds of wetness, before a final tissue wiped between your cheeks and all around your bottom hole.
After you'd been thoroughly wiped, we'd then need to get to the proverbial bottom of the matter. Do you have anything to confess, young lady? I'd ask. Was that an accident, or did you wet yourself deliberately?
This is your opportunity to come clean, as I'm perfectly aware of how to tell the difference. Accidents are brief, inadvertent emissions. They're accompanied by profuse apologies and considerable clenching, and an urgent dash towards the bathroom.
Deliberate wettings, on the other hand, don't cease until the naughty girl has fully spilled herself. They're accompanied by moans, not apologies. The naughty girl wants to feel the hot wet patch she's spilled on her disciplinarian's lap. She wants the consequences that will inevitably flow from it.
So, I'll simply seat you on the toilet and watch you pee. If there's a nice strong flow, I'll know it was an accident. I'll clean you up, give you a hug, then lead you back over my knee for the rest of your spanking.
But, if you've already emptied yourself I'll know you acted deliberately, and then it would be remiss of me not to meet your challenge and demonstrate who's really in charge.
I have a special punishment for those who intentionally soak my lap. I'd dress you in your school uniform, and give you a giant glass of water to drink. Then I'd seat you at your desk and tell you to write a detention essay on the subject of "What it feels like when a silly little girl wets herself during a spanking."
In time, you'll be raising your hand to ask to go to the bathroom. I'll enjoy watching you squirm in your seat, clenching and pleading and crossing your legs.
Only when you're at the edge of bursting will I take you by the wrist and lead you to the bathroom. But not to the toilet, you'll be made to stand in the bath, take off your skirt, shoes, and socks, and touch your toes.
And then you'll be caned, not on the bare bum, but over your panties. I'm going to cane you until you feel the first hot gush leak into your panties, then continue whacking as it pools between your legs. I'll keep on smacking as the shameful dark wet mark quickly expands, as every part of your panties becomes completely sodden.
I'm going to keep caning as your little stream turns into an unstoppable torrent, and begins to leak out and dribble and patter into the bath.
Isn't that what you wanted? To wet yourself in one big long humiliating gush as I whacked your naughty bottom?
And I have a special surprise for you.
The next day, I shall dress you in your school uniform again, and give you another big glass of water to drink. Then I'd seat you at your detention desk once more, where you can write me another essay on the subject of "What it feels like when a silly little girl wets herself during a caning."
This essay can be longer. You have so much more experience to write about now.
And when you finish, and I finally acknowledge your raised hand, I'm going to take you to the bathroom for another spanking cum wetting. You can write all about that particular experience tomorrow.
You'll be an expert on the subject in no time, I promise.