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White Tights Chapter Seven
🕑 Added 2020-06-28 10:06:35 +0000 UTC
Chapter Seven
Chloe had meant what she had said earlier. While she may have disgraced herself in the headmaster’s office, she had absolutely no intention of wetting her nappy. She raised her hand, and Miss Stockwell looked at her expectantly.
‘Please may I go to the toilet Miss?’
‘Don’t you think you’ve missed enough of my class already Chloe?’
‘I’m sorry Miss. I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t desperate.’ As if to accentuate her need, Chloe uncrossed and re-crossed her white-tight clad legs.
‘Well my understanding of it Chloe, is that you aren’t allowed to take off those tights, or your nappy.’ The word nappy got fresh laughter from the class.
‘Miss, you’re allowed to take them off for me,’ Chloe replied.
‘Let me make something very clear to you Chloe. The reason I teach sixth form girls rather than reception children is because I have absolutely no desire to change nappies, clean up messes or potty train late developers. I will not, at any point, be taking off your nappy. You can either hold on until break time and try your luck with one of the prefects, or you can go in your nappy right now, but allow me to be quite clear that I will not be changing it. I’m not paid enough for that kind of work. Is that clear?’
‘Yes Miss.’
The fact that the whole class knew that Chloe needed to pee had made her situation even more interesting to them. Chloe decided that she would try to hold on until break time. She was still adamant that she would be dry by the end of the day.
When break time came, the pupil toilets were busy, as was usual. On top of all the girls who genuinely needed to use the facilities, there were always the girls who went in for a crafty cigarette or to have a bitchy gossip session. Stood outside the door were two prefects. Chloe went to enter the toilet but the taller prefect put her arm in front of the door.
‘Where do you think you’re going?’ the girl asked her.
‘Please let me through, I need to go to the toilet,’ Chloe pleaded.
‘Well you can’t, can you? Not unless you can persuade a prefect to pull your tights down and remove. Your. Nappy.’ She said each of these last three words slowly and deliberately, taking great delight in the fact that it was obviously making Chloe uncomfortable. It was also drawing something of a crowd.
‘Could you do it for me?’ asked Chloe.
‘You’re wearing a nappy. If you use it, I’ll change you. That’s my best offer.’
‘Well there’s no need to be mean,’ said Sarah, emerging from the crowd. ‘I could help you Chloe. But you’d have to ask very, very nicely.’
‘Please Sarah, please take it off,’ Chloe begged.
‘Well I think you can ask much more nicely than that. In fact, I’ve written down how I think you should ask. If you read every word on this piece of paper, I’ll take you to the toilet and let you pee. I promise.’
Chloe took the piece of paper and looked at it.
‘Sarah, I don’t want to say this.’
‘Well it seems to me that it’s say those words or wet yourself. If you’re going to read it use a nice clear voice, and speak up. I want everybody to hear. I won’t repeat my offer,’ said Sarah with a hint of malice. ‘Going once, going twice.’
‘Wait! I’ll do it. I’ll do it,’ said Chloe with a look of defeat on her face. By now the crowd had grown bigger, and she realised the longer she delayed the bigger it would get. Surely saying some words couldn’t be more humiliating than wetting herself?
‘Sarah, you are so kind and beautiful,’ Chloe read, ‘and I fancy the pants off you. Would you please take me to the potty, pull down my punishment tights, take off my nappy and let me do wee wees like a big girl? Afterwards I would like you to wipe my lulu and check my naughty botty for more poo stains.’ The crowd erupted into guffawing laughter, and Chloe thought it may have been easier to simply wet herself.
‘Well, seeing as you asked so nicely,’ Sarah said. She took Chloe by the hand and took her into the toilets. She opened one of the stalls and gestured with her hand.
‘I need you to take my … to take it off,’ said Chloe.
‘To take off your nappy? No way.’
‘But you said that you would. You promised that if I read out that sheet of paper that you would do it!’ Chloe cried.
‘You obviously weren’t paying attention. I said that I would take you to the toilet and let you pee. I never said anything about removing your tights or nappy,’ Sarah said, proud of her deception. The other girls in the toilets were laughing now.
‘Fine!’ said Chloe, knowing that there would be no persuading Sarah. ‘I’ll just hold it.’
‘Good luck with that,’ said Sarah, ‘from the way you’re squirming I don’t think you’ll be holding on too much longer. Don’t think that you’ll be able to hide it when you eventually do wet yourself either, I’ll be checking.’ As she said this, Sarah backed into the toilet stall herself, and added insult to injury by hiking up her skirt, pulling down her black tights and pink knickers and sitting on the toilet. As her stream hit the porcelain, she smiled at Chloe. The sight of seeing another girl peeing made Chloe’s need feel that much worse, and she stormed out of the toilet in frustration.
