White Tights Chapter Six

Chapter Six

There was a moment of stunned silence as the girls in the class drank in the sight before them. The truth was that Chloe wasn’t overly popular. Some of the girls were jealous of her natural good looks, others weren’t particularly fond of her because she was a renowned tattle-tale. Here she was, in front of them, in the dreaded white tights reserved for girls who couldn’t keep their knickers clean and dry. That moment seemed to Chloe as if it lasted forever, and it dawned on her that she was by far the oldest girl to have ever been subjected to that punishment. Katy Flynn had been punished in the same way in year 10, but that was three years ago and she at least had the excuse that an upset stomach had led to her week in nappies.

Eventually, the silence was ended by a tremendous uproar of laughter. Chloe could feel her already crimson face burn even brighter than before. She wished she had just left the school when she had the chance. Sure, the other girls would find out from Lily, Jessica and Sarah, but at least she wouldn’t have to face them. Soon, the comments started.

‘Oh my god! Is she really wearing a nappy under there do you think?’

‘Do you think she pissed or shat herself? Maybe it was both!’

‘Oh dear, it looks like the little baby is going to cwy!’

The comment about Chloe crying wasn’t wrong. She felt tears of shame streaming down her cheeks.

‘Enough!’ shouted Miss Stockwell over the din. ‘Come and sit down girls and do it quickly and quietly. I don’t want any more disruption. Those of you who have questions about Chloe’s unfortunate predicament can ask them at break time.’

‘Questions about my unfortunate predicament?’ thought Chloe. ‘Does she honestly think the other girls just have a passing curiosity about how I ended up in a nappy? It’ll be the talk of the school by the end of break time.’

‘Cute shoes,’ remarked Katy Flynn as she walked past her to get to her seat near the back of the class. Sarah sat behind Chloe, while Lily and Jessica took their places nearer the front.

As Miss Stockwell started to explain about Macbeth’s transformation from a brave and heroic figure into a weak and desperate villain, Chloe noticed that Lily and Jessica were talking to the girls sat near them, who would glance in her direction and giggle. She tried not to move around too much, worried that her nappy would be noisy. It did seem that the one benefit of the tights was that they compressed the nappy, meaning that it didn’t make much noise. It did, however, push the soft lining of the nappy up against her fanny and into her crack which served as a constant reminder of the shameful garment. She was brought back to the real world when Alice, the girl next her turned and spoke in a whisper.

‘So was it an ickle piddle or stinkyjobs?’ she asked in a mocking tone.

‘Huh?’ responded Chloe, surprised.

‘Well did you wet yourself or crap yourself?’ Alice asked.

‘You could say there was a bit of both,’ said Sarah leaning in from behind.

‘There was not! It was just a bit of wee!’ said Chloe, louder than she’s meant to. Some of the other girls heard her and giggled.

‘Well,’ said Sarah, ‘I had the job of cleaning little miss pissypants up before she had her nappy put on, and let’s just say, the baby wipes had poo on them when I’d finished.’

‘So you did crap yourself!’ Alice exclaimed.

‘No I didn’t,’ Chloe gasped. ‘I just, well, I might not have wiped thoroughly enough.’

Alice looked at Chloe with a kind of vindictive glee. ‘So you pissed your knickers and you had a pooey bum! No wonder the headmaster gave you a week in nappies!’

‘Oh, it isn’t for a week,’ said Sarah. ‘She’s in them for the whole term. Though I don’t think they’ll take much getting use to for her. Her knickers weren’t exactly the most grown up anyway.’

‘The whole term? Chloe, you’ll have forgotten what it feels like to wear knickers by the time you can wear them again.’ Chloe already felt that grown-up underwear was a thing of the past. It seemed a lifetime ago that she and her friend Sophie had gone shopping for provocative underwear to impress their boyfriends, but it had only been a couple of days.

‘Sarah, what was wrong with her knickers then?’ asked Alice.

‘Please stop. You know that I’m wearing … well that I’m not wearing knickers now. Isn’t that bad enough?’

‘Well,’ said Sarah, completely ignoring Chloe’s protests, ‘other than the fact that they were soaked in urine, they were something you might expect a five year old to wear.’

‘Did they have Disney princesses on or something?’ Asked Alice.

‘Not Disney princesses, no. But ask yourself Alice, who lives in a pineapple under the sea?’

‘She was wearing Spongebob knickers!’ shouted Alice.

The whole class started laughing again. Miss Stockwell was clearly getting annoyed.

‘We’ll have no more talk of Chloe’s knickers.’ She shouted. ‘It’s not relevant to our learning, and we all know full well what she’s wearing under her skirt so there is nothing to be gained by discussing it.’

Chloe was beginning to feel that she couldn’t possibly be more humiliated than she already had been today. It wasn’t so long ago that she had been standing smugly in the headmaster’s office, excited at the prospect of seeing Lily humbled by being spanked with her knickers down. Right now, she’d give just about anything to trade places with Lily. That, however, was impossible, and to make matters worse Chloe was beginning to become aware of a growing need to pee.