[Amos Quito]

My wife had kept her school uniform blazer, and after we had discovered she liked dressing up as a French Maid and doing humiliation role play she suggested being a sl*tty schoolgirl. A local sports shop was selling navy pleated tennis skirts, so she went in and bought one: not for tennis, for sex play.

So, blazer, white shirt, a tie, the skirt which barely covered her white cotton economy panties and sensible shoes. Eventually we topped off the outfit with a straw boater.

I could never decide about her legs: sometimes just white ankle socks which looked very prim and respectable, sometimes stockings and suspender belt which obviously her tiny skirt put on full display.

Oh, and makeup, red lipstick.

We agreed beforehand what would happen, even to the extent of me giving her a script to learn.

I’d leave her to prepare herself. Once she had dressed up she learnt her script. She also had to drink a couple of glasses of water. The final stage of her prep was to masturbate until she was on the edge of an orgasm.

Once she was ready she would report to her headmaster, knocking at the door and waiting to enter. She’d be really stuck up and self righteous, but with a secretly very hot wet pussy and a faint need for a pee.

Sometimes I’d make her write an essay which she has to read out aloud: “what I did on my holidays” got some really kinky sexual fantasies out of her. Sometimes she would have to confess to some wild “crime” like being caught wanking in the library.

Normally I would script it so that she had to ask for a spanking, a special spanking, bent right over with her knickers pulled down.

By this time she’d also be needing to pee, so she would ask to be excused which I would refuse.

So the smartly dressed posh schoolgirl would bend over a chair. I would left her skirt over her back and pull down her knickers to expose her shaved pussy, tell her to move her feet apart to open her up.

The spanks were hard, individual slaps on alternate buttocks. After each slap she required to say “please sir, one sir, thank you sir” and so on counting her punishment. I just went on as long as I wanted to….

By this time she’d be in genuine difficulty with her need to piss.

After the spanking she is told to stand up straight with her hands behind her back and her knickers round her knees and thank me for spanking her.

I’d tell her what a naughty little girl she was and tell her to pull up her knickers and not stand there like a cheap little sl*t.

Once again smart, she’d be hopping from foot to foot keeping the pee in. She’d beg to got to the toilet and again be refused.

Oh but sir I’m going to have an accident!

She had script for this bit……

Oh sir I can’t help it I’m starting to piss myself, look sir (pulls skirt up over her waist and holds it there) look at me sir I am wetting myself it’s soaking my knickers sir oh look I can feel piss running down my legs sir, look at me sir!

The one thing she really got off on was sexual humiliation. So, more from me about how disgusting she was and then I would make her sit cross legged in her puddle with her hands on her head. Now I ratchet up the humiliation, telling how I know she is enjoying it even though she begging not to be made to sit in her piss, and how she must ask permission to wank.

At this point she would burst into floods of tears, which I learnt was an emotional release similar to a physical orgasm, and ask to be allowed to wank.

She didn’t always weep, but when she did I knew she was helpless and would literally do anything. In a school uniform soaked in piss.

I thought that she was the kinkiest person!