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(This is a new story which I have shared elsewhere. It includes pants wetting and small penis humiliation so if they're not your thing, you may prefer to give it a miss.)
Gary shifted in his seat. Already ten minutes late, the bus had been caught in a traffic jam, that coldest of icy winter mornings, delaying his journey to work by a further half hour. More than an hour after he’d left home, the mock leather of the bus seat still felt chilly against his bottom. Feeling cold was bad enough, but that wasn’t the worst of it, oh no. Gary was absolutely bursting for a pee and squeezed his penis hard, thankful that he was in a largely empty bus. He regretted that second pint mug of strong coffee at breakfast time and he regretted even more not going to the toilet before leaving home. At the time he’d not needed to go and was supremely confident that pissing could wait until he got to work. However, he hadn’t banked on either the coldness of the morning or the lateness of his bus and the painful slowness of the journey. Things were getting really desperate as the bus pulled up at his stop. Fortunately, the office where he worked, Simpkin and Barthorpe, was only a five-minute walk away. Gary hastened along the street, increasingly desperate and hoping against the odds that pee wouldn’t start spurting out of his urethra.
Arriving in Reception Gary was gratified to be in the warmth and eager to get to the loo where he could get the piss that he so much needed. Unfortunately, he couldn’t help holding himself and it wasn’t a good look, especially not in front of female members of staff. Miss Barthorpe, the Managing Director, was stood by the photocopier and glared at him.
“Ah, so you’ve finally condescended to grace us with your presence, Gary. You’re only forty-five minutes late. Take your hands away from your privates immediately.”
“I can explain, Miss Barthorpe,” Gary spluttered. He felt a spurt of hot pee shoot into his new Calvin Klein flyless briefs.
“I’m sure you can. I want you up in my office right now.”
“Can I just nip to the loo first please, Miss Barthorpe?”
“No, that can wait. You’re late enough as it is.”
Fighting to control himself, Gary followed Miss Barthorpe into her office. He squeezed himself in a hopeless attempt to prevent another spurt of hot pee further dampening his briefs.
Miss Barthorpe made him stand in front of her desk.
“Right young man, your lateness this morning isn’t a good start to the week and last week you certainly didn’t have a good week. You got Tuesday’s stationery order wrong and half of it had to be sent back. On Thursday when Mr Simpkin, the Company Chairman, called you had your hands in your pockets. Goodness knows what he thought you were up to. Also, I’ve had a complaint from Cathy in Accounts regarding a comment you made about her chest on Friday. You do know that’s harassment, don’t you?”
“Yes Miss.”
“Well, what have you got to say for yourself then?”
“Sorry Miss.”
At that point, unable to hold his pee in any longer, Gary started wetting himself, totally flooding his briefs before soaking the pale grey trousers he was wearing. Terrified, he was rooted to the spot.
Miss Barthorpe gave him a look of contempt.
“You disgusting creature! Never in all my born days have I seen anything like it and this had better be a last time.”
Gary’s bottom lip trembled.
“Sorry Miss.”
Miss Barthorpe wiped her horn-rimmed glasses.
“I should think so, young man. Right, we must have those trousers off you. Come here.”
She made Gary remove his trousers and briefs, before placing them over the radiator. As his briefs came off, she caught sight of his penis. It was tiny, pathetic in fact. She’d never seen one that small. Still, it really rather suited a young college leaver who had seen fit to take the rise out of poor flat chested Cathy in Accounts. Justice was sweet though and she picked up the phone.
“Hi Cathy. Can you come up to my office right now? There’s something I’d like you to see.”
Gary blushed at the humiliation that faced him and tried to put his hands between his legs. The sodden bottom of his shirt afforded a tiny bit of privacy but not much.
“Take your hands away from there, young man. You’re in enough trouble already.”
At that point Cathy knocked on the door and entered.
“You wanted me, Miss Barthorpe?”
Miss Barthorpe smiled.
“Yes Cathy. Gary’s wet himself and I’ve put his trousers and pants over the radiator to dry out. Now, take a look between his legs and tell me what you think. It’s tiny, isn’t it?”
Gary reddened as Cathy took a good look at his penis.
“Yes, tiny. Pathetic in fact.”
Miss Barthorpe smiled.
“I thought you’d agree, Cathy.”
She reached into one of her desk drawers and pulled out a pair of floral panties.
“Well Gary. You’d better put these on. They’re some spares I keep just in case one of the girls has an accident. I’m afraid they’re all I’ve got, but I’m sure the girls will be amused. Now put them on.”
Gary obediently put the panties on and he felt such a sissy.
Miss Barthorpe positively glowed with pleasure.
“They look absolutely perfect, don’t they Cathy?”
Cathy struggled to suppress her amusement, covering her face as she tried hard not to giggle.
Miss Barthorpe cast her a knowing look.
“Well Cathy, I want you to take this young man away with you. He can work in your department today. If he wants the lavatory, he must ask your permission.”
Cathy felt that justice had been done and she intended to have fun.
“Come on Gary, there’s work to be done.”
THE END
Gary shifted in his seat. Already ten minutes late, the bus had been caught in a traffic jam, that coldest of icy winter mornings, delaying his journey to work by a further half hour. More than an hour after he’d left home, the mock leather of the bus seat still felt chilly against his bottom. Feeling cold was bad enough, but that wasn’t the worst of it, oh no. Gary was absolutely bursting for a pee and squeezed his penis hard, thankful that he was in a largely empty bus. He regretted that second pint mug of strong coffee at breakfast time and he regretted even more not going to the toilet before leaving home. At the time he’d not needed to go and was supremely confident that pissing could wait until he got to work. However, he hadn’t banked on either the coldness of the morning or the lateness of his bus and the painful slowness of the journey. Things were getting really desperate as the bus pulled up at his stop. Fortunately, the office where he worked, Simpkin and Barthorpe, was only a five-minute walk away. Gary hastened along the street, increasingly desperate and hoping against the odds that pee wouldn’t start spurting out of his urethra.
Arriving in Reception Gary was gratified to be in the warmth and eager to get to the loo where he could get the piss that he so much needed. Unfortunately, he couldn’t help holding himself and it wasn’t a good look, especially not in front of female members of staff. Miss Barthorpe, the Managing Director, was stood by the photocopier and glared at him.
“Ah, so you’ve finally condescended to grace us with your presence, Gary. You’re only forty-five minutes late. Take your hands away from your privates immediately.”
“I can explain, Miss Barthorpe,” Gary spluttered. He felt a spurt of hot pee shoot into his new Calvin Klein flyless briefs.
“I’m sure you can. I want you up in my office right now.”
“Can I just nip to the loo first please, Miss Barthorpe?”
“No, that can wait. You’re late enough as it is.”
Fighting to control himself, Gary followed Miss Barthorpe into her office. He squeezed himself in a hopeless attempt to prevent another spurt of hot pee further dampening his briefs.
Miss Barthorpe made him stand in front of her desk.
“Right young man, your lateness this morning isn’t a good start to the week and last week you certainly didn’t have a good week. You got Tuesday’s stationery order wrong and half of it had to be sent back. On Thursday when Mr Simpkin, the Company Chairman, called you had your hands in your pockets. Goodness knows what he thought you were up to. Also, I’ve had a complaint from Cathy in Accounts regarding a comment you made about her chest on Friday. You do know that’s harassment, don’t you?”
“Yes Miss.”
“Well, what have you got to say for yourself then?”
“Sorry Miss.”
At that point, unable to hold his pee in any longer, Gary started wetting himself, totally flooding his briefs before soaking the pale grey trousers he was wearing. Terrified, he was rooted to the spot.
Miss Barthorpe gave him a look of contempt.
“You disgusting creature! Never in all my born days have I seen anything like it and this had better be a last time.”
Gary’s bottom lip trembled.
“Sorry Miss.”
Miss Barthorpe wiped her horn-rimmed glasses.
“I should think so, young man. Right, we must have those trousers off you. Come here.”
She made Gary remove his trousers and briefs, before placing them over the radiator. As his briefs came off, she caught sight of his penis. It was tiny, pathetic in fact. She’d never seen one that small. Still, it really rather suited a young college leaver who had seen fit to take the rise out of poor flat chested Cathy in Accounts. Justice was sweet though and she picked up the phone.
“Hi Cathy. Can you come up to my office right now? There’s something I’d like you to see.”
Gary blushed at the humiliation that faced him and tried to put his hands between his legs. The sodden bottom of his shirt afforded a tiny bit of privacy but not much.
“Take your hands away from there, young man. You’re in enough trouble already.”
At that point Cathy knocked on the door and entered.
“You wanted me, Miss Barthorpe?”
Miss Barthorpe smiled.
“Yes Cathy. Gary’s wet himself and I’ve put his trousers and pants over the radiator to dry out. Now, take a look between his legs and tell me what you think. It’s tiny, isn’t it?”
Gary reddened as Cathy took a good look at his penis.
“Yes, tiny. Pathetic in fact.”
Miss Barthorpe smiled.
“I thought you’d agree, Cathy.”
She reached into one of her desk drawers and pulled out a pair of floral panties.
“Well Gary. You’d better put these on. They’re some spares I keep just in case one of the girls has an accident. I’m afraid they’re all I’ve got, but I’m sure the girls will be amused. Now put them on.”
Gary obediently put the panties on and he felt such a sissy.
Miss Barthorpe positively glowed with pleasure.
“They look absolutely perfect, don’t they Cathy?”
Cathy struggled to suppress her amusement, covering her face as she tried hard not to giggle.
Miss Barthorpe cast her a knowing look.
“Well Cathy, I want you to take this young man away with you. He can work in your department today. If he wants the lavatory, he must ask your permission.”
Cathy felt that justice had been done and she intended to have fun.
“Come on Gary, there’s work to be done.”
THE END