Ah, a fun day - first for a very long time.
The particular lady today wanted to try a combination of activities that I haven't had the good fortune to match together in a while. First off she desired to be made to wet herself, this is fairly unusual in itself. Second she wanted to be punished for this in a location which made it possible (but not guaranteed) she would be seen.
So, we went for a jog in the local country park. At this time of year the place is very quiet - not many brave the cold weather. A few do though, not so many as to guarantee anything, but certainly enough that being seen was a possibility.
We changed into gear - she was to wear tight jogging/cycling pants, tshirt and obviously trainers and socks. I would wear my normal jogging bottoms, top etc. Before setting off we stopped at the Tesco next to the park, bought two bottles of cheap lemonade and a pineapple juice. I also bought a pack of the largest 'pullups' they had and some tape. She drank these and we took a drive for a while to let them settle before returning to the park. We parked up, I made sure that in my trouser pocket was the tape and one pair of pullups.
Off we went, a gentle jog. Despite all the fluid intake I was sure it would take her quite awhile to have the accident, and I wasn't wrong. We jogged through the park, out, along to the river and were back to the park with me expecting to give up before she slowed down and said things were getting bad. I told her to carry on, we went for a bit more and she said then she thought she might have leaked. There was no one around at the time so I put my hand onto her crotch, it was a little damp, nothing much. On we go I said and we managed about another 5 minutes before she stopped again, this time there was little doubt about the dampening on her shorts, then the trickle down her legs onto the floor.
I waited for her to finish before admonishing her, what a naughty girl I told her (so corny!) then told her she couldn't possibly carry on in wet shorts like that. Take them off I said (no one around at this point), she didn't, a slap around the back of her thigh and she tearfully looked at me, please no, not here, its so far to the car... yes I agreed, about 5 minutes hard run, 10 minutes jog, up to her how fast... but it would be done in pullups with her carrying her own shorts.... Slap on her thigh again. The longer you carry on the more chance of being seen...
It took a little more time and eventually she pleaded to be let off the path into the bushes, I agreed, it was after all to be fun for her as well. She stepped into the bushes and took down her shorts and after another pause her knickers... I took her wrist and slapped her bottom a few times and then told her to put on the pullups. As expected they split a little so some tape was applied to ensure they didn't fall off, I told her to pick up her wet clothes and make her way to the path. There was a sound of voices and she looked at me with pleading eyes, I let her wait, then we stepped out of the bushes - me making enough noise to get the other people to look around, we ran back to the car, never seen her run so hard. She hid behind the car pleading for me to open the door, when I did she lept inside.
When we got to her house I let her put her coat on for the walk back to her front door.
