White Tights Chapter Nine

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Chapter Nine

Chloe quickly made her way to the next class, hoping that if she was swift less people would be aware of her. It wasn’t particularly effective. It seemed to Chloe that the whole school had heard about the year 13 girl who had wet herself. Girls much younger than Chloe laughed and taunted her as she walked past. The reaction was no different when she got into class and sat down. Jessica turned to her as she put her bag under the table.

‘Have you wet yourself again yet?’ she asked, clearly hoping for an affirmative answer.

‘No,’ Chloe lied. She told herself that it wasn’t a proper lie, because she’d only let out a little bit and you couldn’t even tell if you looked at her nappy. After her experience at break time she realised that she could expect no help from the prefects, so she would just have to look to the teachers for help. Mr Thomas would be along soon, and he was a kind teacher. Surely he would let her go to the toilet.

‘Well it doesn’t look like you can hold out much longer,’ Jessica stated dryly, ‘I wonder if you can make it to the end of the lesson.’

Chloe couldn’t disagree with Jessica. She was desperate, and it was becoming increasingly obvious. She couldn’t keep her legs still. As some girls who hadn’t seen Chloe yet that morning filed into the room, all her fidgeting and squirming immediately drew their eyes to her slender legs jostling about in her white tights. Chloe was doing her best to ignore the laughter when Mr Thomas walked in.

‘Okay girls, in your seats. Quickly please,’ he shouted above the clamour of the pupils. ‘Right,’ said Mr Thomas, ‘before we get started, there’s something I need to talk to you about. It has come to my attention that girls have been passing notes in my classroom. While you know that I am normally quite a permissive teacher, I find this incredibly rude. I’m using this opportunity to give you fair warning. If I catch somebody passing a note, I won’t care who wrote it, or if they were just passing it along, or any of the other excuses you come out with. That girl will have to read the note aloud to the entire class and will then come to the front of the class to be spanked over her knickers. I will not tolerate it. Are we clear?’

‘Yes sir,’ mumbled the class.

Chloe waited until Mr Thomas had finished his rant, and then put her hand up.

‘Is something the matter Chloe?’

‘Can I go to the toilet please sir?’ asked Chloe, trying her best to look endearing.

‘I’m afraid not Chloe. You know you aren’t allowed to take, um, certain items off by yourself and I can’t leave the class unattended to take you to the toilet.’ He seemed almost embarrassed by it himself. Mr Thomas asked the class to open their textbooks and the lesson began. Chloe was at least happy to be sat next to Sophie, rather than Alice this time.

Sophie and Chloe had been friends for a long time, and knew each other intimately. Before either of them had boyfriends, they used to have sleepovers where they would practice their kissing technique on each other. Chloe wasn’t sure at first, but Sophie had convinced her by telling her that she needed to be ready when a hot boy wanted to kiss her. Sophie had also introduced Chloe to masturbation. Once again, Chloe had been shy, but Sophie convinced her it was the best thing ever. She had shown Chloe how it was done, and then encouraged her to do it herself. They told each other everything that went on with their boyfriends, and Chloe couldn’t help but feel that Sophie would try just about anything. It had been Chloe’s idea to go shopping for sexy underwear at the weekend, but that now seemed a lifetime ago.

Chloe was awoken from her day dream when she realised that Mr Thomas was speaking to her.

‘I’ll ask you one last time Chloe. What is that in front of you?’

Chloe looked down at the desk in front of her and realised that there was a note on her desk.

‘It looks like a note sir.’

‘Well Chloe, you were warned. Stand up and read it out please.’

Chloe picked up the note and gingerly rose to her feet. The movement reminded her of just how desperate for the toilet she was. Chloe wasn’t sure she would make it until lunch time.

‘Well Chloe, what does the note say?’

‘Sir, it says, ‘do you think she’s a bedwetter?’’

‘Is there a reply Chloe?’ Mr Thomas asked.

‘Yes sir, it says ‘I heard that she wet the bed on the trip to France last year.’ But sir, that’s not true, I didn’t,’ pleaded Chloe.

‘Chloe, I have no interest in whether or not you wet the bed.’ The girls laughed. ‘I do, however, care that you were passing notes after I explicitly told you not to. I feel I was quite clear about what the consequences would be. Come to the front of the class.’

Chloe tentatively stepped towards the front of the class, all too aware that she was once again the centre of attention. She also felt that she was on the verge of wetting herself. Mr Thomas positioned himself on a chair at the front of the class and Chloe nervously laid across his lap.

‘I did say,’ began Mr Thomas, ‘that I would be spanking any offenders over their knickers. Seeing as you aren’t wearing any, I shall have to be content to spank you over your nappy.’

The other girls in the class gasped as Mr Thomas lifted up Chloe’s skirt and pulled her tights down, exposing her nappy. While the class were distracted with the spectacle at the front, Sophie used the opportunity to remove Chloe’s phone from her bag. Intent on having some fun, she sent Ryan, Chloe’s boyfriend, a text message.

‘Can you come and meet me after school? I went shopping for some sexy knickers at the weekend and I’m wearing them right now, under my school uniform. I want you to see them tonight. X’