A different kind of post

This one isn't really a story. A patron has asked me how I got into this sort of thing, and rather than simply replying to them, I thought I'd let everybody see my answer. There were a couple of experiences in my formative years that I believe sparked an interest for me. As these are true experiences, they may not have the same structure or length as the stories on here.

The first was towards the end of year 9 in secondary school, in a drama lesson. I used to like drama lessons for a very simple reason; we would sit on the floor in a circle when having class discussions (as the drama studio had no desks), which was a prime opportunity to see up girls' skirts. Well, on this occasion, I was treated to a good view up the skirt of a girl called Emily. As she got down to the floor, I saw her pink knickers in all their glory. Now, Emily wasn't always a particularly well-behaved girl. She was frequently in trouble, and one of the recent issues was that she was asking to go the toilet in just about every lesson she was in. This irked the teachers somewhat, but was made worse by the fact that she had, the day before, been discovered in the toilets having a cigarette when she was supposed to be in class.

When Emily asked if she could go to the toilet, she was told no. She pleaded a little bit, but the teacher thought it was all a ploy so stuck to their guns. We were given a task to go off and do in groups (Emily wasn't in mine), which must have taken about 20 minutes, before we gathered in the circle again. Now, Emily, like all the other girls, had the most difficulty with sitting down or standing up without flashing her knickers, but was generally pretty good at not showing them off once she was sat down. This was no longer the case. She couldn't sit still. She asked again to go to the toilet, and I still distinctly remember the words that the teacher used to reply, 'You're a big girl. You can hold on until lunch time, I'm sure.'

A few minutes later, it became apparent that Emily was, in fact, not a big girl. After much squirming (but no attempt to leave), she wet herself. It was a large puddle, and one of the other girls had to get out of the way to avoid getting wet herself. The brilliant thing for me, was that I'd seen it happen. The moment that she started to wet herself, I had a clear view up her skirt. There was no leaking into her knickers before, no slowly growing wet patch before the flood. Just an absolute gusher of a piss right through her knickers as they turned from light pink to a much darker shade.

With the deed done, Emily sat in her puddle and cried. The teacher obviously realised that they had made a mistake. Emily had to be escorted from the room. There were a few giggles but it was mostly quiet at the time. However, by the afternoon it was the talk of the school. She never lived it down and probably remembers that day somewhat differently to me, but I know that when we got up to leave I had to keep my hands stuffed into my pockets in order to hide my blatant excitement.

The second experience makes for less of a story, I'm afraid. It happened during year 10, on a residential trip. Quite simply some of the girls found goodnites in the bags of one of their roommates, deduced that she must have been a bedwetter, and when a group of about 15 people were congregated in the hallway one night, pulled her pajama bottoms down, hoping to expose her shame. Of course, it didn't work quite as they'd hoped, since she wasn't wearing a nappy. I'm assuming she put them on at the last minute in order to try to avoid detection. As a result, what they did was expose her knickers, which, to be fair, she still wasn't thrilled about. However, she was less thrilled when they announced to everybody that she was a bedwetter and they had to take her back to their room to get her into her nappy.  Her shocked reaction just confirmed to everybody present that it was true. I never got to see her in a nappy, but I thought about it often for years to come, often imagining that she had been in one when her pajama bottoms were pulled down, and various scenarios like that.

As far as more recent experiences go, my previous girlfriend, and my current one, have both been spanked and put in nappies by me on more than one occassion, and I'll be happy to answer questions about that if it's something people want to hear about. If it is, I'll probably do it in the form of a post like this just that anybody who might be interested isn't left out.