(Note on the authorship. This initial came as part of a request. The writer Peculiar Changeling had a contest to win a 500 word story, which I won. The parts in italics are what he wrote based on my request. The rest is my addition)
Alex woke up better rested than he’d felt in days. Since last week, he’d been waking up in the middle of the night, every night, chronically needing to pee. It had gotten bad, bad enough that he was waking up two or three times and not getting any good rest.
Not waking up to exhaustion was a pleasant surprise. It was going to be a good day, he could feel it. He was feeling good, his bed was squishy, and nothing could get in his-
Wait, what was that?
Blinking, he looked down in alarm. He’d wet the bed.
No, that wasn’t exactly the right way to put it.
He had flooded the bed. It was soaked through, yellow stains on his sheets and covers from his chest to his toes, just positively drenched in pee.
Almost falling out of bed in alarm, he got to his feet, looking up and down the room. He was the first one awake. Maybe, just maybe, if he got the sheets pulled off his bed and to the laundry room, nobody would find out, and he wouldn’t get punished.
He calmed down, a little. Yeah, I can do that. Nobody has to know.
“Alex! Are you almost ready? She’s coming!” the voice rang from the front of the room. At this point all other students were ready. They stood at the feet of neatly made beds, arms folded in front of pleated skirts and dress shirts. At first glance they would seem identical, but closer inspection revealed differences- they all had bright pink blankets were plain, others had floral or Disney inspired designs, they all had toys lain, centered on the blankets, but some were dolls, others were stuffed bears or rabbits, they all had variations of a school girl dress with slight variations towards western or Asian designs, and come different colors. They might not seem like much visually but the meaning in their school could huge. A small apron or a picture of teddy bear on the chest could be easily missed, but represented entirely different training plans.
This was the case with Alex. A few weeks earlier the dreaded teddy bear had began appearing on his dresses. At first he thought it was a mistake, but the instructors ignored his complaints and sent him off with a few good whacks on this thighs for complaining. Nothing else had changed, except perhaps a slightly more condescending tone, and the glances of his fellow students at the sissy school. He had counted himself lucky it wasn’t an apron- that normally meant extra chores- but the teddy bear had some implications he didn’t like. At first there was no reason for it, but if he was caught now, it would solidify its accuracy in everyone’s minds.
“Yeah! Just one minute!” Alex said. He had hoped the spot would wear away in the sunlight, but it was still there. He had hastily shoved his sheets in the laundry then searched for clean ones, but found only empty shelves. Next he tried flipping them all over to see if it was harder to see. Now, he grimaced at the still plainly soaked sheets, and lay the blanket over them. He hoped the inspector would glance over him and not notice. He hoped.
Something tapped his shoulder, and Alex jumped up. He remained facing forward, toward the wall.
Slowly, he went back to arranging his sheets as if he hadn’t felt anything.
“Alex!” a stern, female voice said. It was undoubtedly the inspector speaking to him.
“Ummm, must be some other Alex.” Alex stopped again, then continued to work.
“Alex you are the only person here, turn around.”
He continued folding sheets. “Well I don’t know who it is if I don’t see her. Him. Someone.”
“Not turning around!”
“Alex, this is Inspector Britta. Turn around now.”
“I still don’t know its you, you cant punish me if I don’t see you!”
A strong, firm hand smacked his bottom hard, and he yelped.
Alex rubbed his bottom. “Ok it seems you can.”
A hand grabbed his shoulder and turned him around.
“Oh hi inspector Britta! Didn’t know you were there.”
“Mhmmm,” the inspector said. "And why weren’t you standing at the front of your bed, like all our other little sissies?
Alex looked down the line of beds. Everyone else was standing, arms still folded and heads bent modestly, like every morning. Like every morning, they all would have curtsied as the inspector passed and checked to ensure their beds every morning.
“Hmmm yes I suppose you could say that everyone else is. I guess I didn’t know we were supposed. Must have missed the memo.”
“I see. And why isn’t your bed ready?”
Alex faked an innocent look. “Oh, isn’t it?”
“Mhmmm,” the inspector smiled. She held out her switch and pulled his blankets back. Alex winced as the massive damp spot was revealed.
She folded her arms. “Say, Alex, where are your pajamas?”
“Oh? Just… around. Why?”
She pointed with her switch down the line of beds. “Every other sissy has their pajamas folded on the chest in front of their bed. Yours are missing.”
“Oh, I suppose you could say they are missing.”
“ANd where are they?”
“Mailed to outer Mongolia. Big accident. Should be back later.”
“Ah yes, a big accident was probably involved. Where are they actually?”
“Maybe I didn’t have any.”
“You did. Don’t you think your friends would want to see them?”
Alex waved his hand dismissively. "Nah, I couldn’t see why. Very plain. Ugly even.
“If I recall you had some very pretty pink ones with teddy bears. Don’t you think people would want to see them?” her voice was sickly sweat, teasing him with her knowledge. She was right about the design. Almost as a rule, everything Alex was given ended up being pink, and normally with teddy bears or something equally childish. It had become a joke among the students.
“Nah, I can’t imagine why.”
“I think they would.”
“I think you should get them and put them at the foot of your bed so everyone can see how pretty they are.”
“I think we should just move on. We might be late for classes!”
“Oh, is there a reason why?”
“ALEX!” she said sternly. “NOW!”
Alex jumped at her tone. “Errr…” he lifted his mattress and pulled a pair of pink, frilly silk pajamas from under. “Oh look! There they are! That isn’t where they go?”
“No, put them where they belong. Now.”
Alex held the soaking wet clothes gingerly carried them to the chest.
He stopped and looked at her, pouting and eyes wide, pleading. The puppy dog eyes sometimes worked, it was something they were actively taught to do.
“Hold them up so everyone can see.”
Alex bowed his head, then held them up. A quiet giggle started in the room, slowly grew louder, and louder, until the entire room was laughing at him.
“Bend over the bed, Alex.”
“Wha, I…” he looked at the soaked spot.
She snapped her switch into her hand. “NOW!”
Alex scrambled to the bed. He bent at the waist slightly, a few feet over the soaked mattress.
She spanked him again. “Face down on the bed now. And you’re only making it worse buster!”
Alex sank down until he was lying right on the spot. “But my clothes will get wet!”
“Don’t worry, we’ll have something else for you to wear later.”
Alex felt her hand lift his skirt, then pull his panties down. Normally that was where it stopped, but now she pulled his panties all the way down to his feet, took them off, and he watched as she dropped it in a garbage bin.
“Wha…” Alex was stopped as her switch came down hard on his bottom.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! The switch dag into his skin, quickly leaving Alex in tears. Still, he lay submissively down in his own disgusting, humiliating accident, not daring to protest or fight back. Spanking as a punishment was common at the sissy school, something every applicant knew, but most drastically underestimated. After the first few times instructors caught a sissy breaking one of their many, always changing rules, or simply made an excuse to bend a cute sissy over their laps or desks so they could get their hands on their pretty pantied bottoms, they learned that any sign of struggle or argument would only make it worse. The best way to end it quickly is to embrace it and let tears come, crying as they were taught any sissy should.
The whacks let up, leaving a sniffling Alex still pouting on his bed. He began to straighten.
“NO!” another whack. “Back down in your mess.”
He whined, but lay down submissively. This was far from the only reason sissies were expected to bend over for the dominents, but perhaps the worse he had experienced.
“Now, do you know why you are being punished?”
“Because I wet the bed?”
Another whack, another shout. “No.”
“Any one here who happens to be a bed wetter, raise your hand!” She commanded. “Now, Alex, look at your friends here.”
Alex looked around at a few, shame full hands raised over blushing faces.
“Now, were any of you ever punished for wetting the bed?”
They shook their heads.
“That is right. The school recognizes that many sissies have troubles at night. We are alright with this, it is part of being a sissy. That is why we ask everyone who comes in if they are, and those who say yes are given their special underwear, little pull ups to wear at night. As long as they keep them on, no punishment.”
“Alex, you were asked this. What did you say?” Another whack.
“Ow! I said no!”
“What did you say?” WHACK.
“Ow! I said no!”
“So you lied to us?”
“Well…” At the time it hadn’t been a lie. It hadn’t happened to him for years, and he was shocked that it had now. “I wouldn’t say a lie, more of a dramatic flair. It was true, from a certain point of view.”
Another whack. “Yes, you lied. And when you had your first accident, the one we hid from everyone else, we asked if you needed extra punishment. What did you say then?”
“I said no! OW!”
“Good boy. So it seems you lied about this three times. Once when you came in, then when you had your first accident, and now again when you thoroughly ruined your mattress. Is that right?”
“Good sissy,” she said, then patted his bottom, making him wince. “Too bad we had to put such ugly marks on your pretty little bottom before you told the truth.” She rubbed his aching backside, patted it again, and pulled his skirt down.
“So what happened now, do you think?” she asked.
“Ummm… All is forgotten and we move on?”
“Don’t make me get the strap.”
“I get pull ups at night too?” Alex said.
She chuckled and shook her head. She then patted his head condescendingly. “No, not quite, little one. You will get your own special underwear though.” She stood up and spoke to the rest of the students. “Now, Alex is very dirty after lying on that bed. He’ll need a bath. Who is going to help him with it?”
“Ummm… I can do that myself. I can shower,” Alex said, confused.
She shook her head. “No, no you can’t. Not anymore. And you’ll be taking a bath.” She pointed to some of the students. “You and you, come take our little Alex to the bathroom.”