Posted by Ronni on May 08, 2001 at 01:23
A few weeks ago I discovered The Panty Wetting Message Board and posted a story there. More recently I discovered this board too. I posted this on PWMB yesterday. Is it OK to cross post and put it here as well?When I was a child our family used to go to church every Sunday morning. I usually found it very boring as the service lasted over an hour with sexeral hymns and a long sermon.
One Sunday when I was nine years old I found myself sittng on the end of the pew against the church wall. I had been a bit foolish because I knew that I needed to go to the toilet before the service began but this day I had been too busy playing and I had no time to go before we left home. Now, only a few minutes into the service I began to be aware of an urgent burning feeling between my legs.
The vicar announced a hymn and we all stood up to sing it. I was glad of this for a moment because it gave me the space to wriggle a bit and to cross my legs without looking too obvious. However, as the hymn progressed I realised that stand ing also meant that I could not squeeze them quite as tightly as I could when we were sitting down. As we started the final verse I felt my fanny grow suddenly wet and a small trickle of wee ran down my leg.
By the time we sat down I knew I was in serious trouble. There was no way I could get up and go out so I would have to hold on as best I could and hope that I would not wet myself completely before the end of the service. Luckily it was my brother sitting next to me. He was three years younger than me and would not notice me wriggling and swaying in my seat.
The sermon was exceptionally long that day. About half way through a sudden urgent spasm came over me and before I could stop it a long spurt of wee soaked my knickers and left me sitting in a warm puddle. I glanced behind me and was thankful to find that no one was sitting in that row. I began to wonder what would happen when the sermon ended.
When it did we all knelt for prayers. As I knelt on the hassock another squirt of wee ran down my legs and soaked into the hassock. I knew now that I could not hold on any longer. I made one last desperate effort and then I felt a warm flood fill my knickers and go streaming down my legs. Is this a sin? I thought. Wetting your knickers in the presence of the holy ghost? My only comfort was that it all soaked into the hassock and was not leaving an embarrassing puddle on the floor.
I closed my eyes and concentrated on trying to stop the flow but it just kept on coming. I could feel my warm wet knickers clinging between my legs and hoped fervently that my dress was not showing any wet patches to give away what was happening. Still, even if no one in the church noticed I was suddenly afraid bacause God would knew I was wetting myself. God sees everything I was taught. No hiding wet knickers from him. I wondered again. Was this a sin?
When the prayers were finished there was a final hymn. As I clambered wetly to my feet I glanced down and saw that there was only the tiniest of puddles on the floor. I sang the hymn with little trickles running down my legs from my wet knickers and when we sat down at the end I had to be extra careful not to get my dress wet.
Somehow I managed to get home without anyone finding out what had happened and I when I rushed upstairs as I always did to change into play clothes I was able to hide my wet knickers till I could wash them later. I did wonder about the cleaning ladies finding the wet hassock and maybe the puddle on my pew seat but I never heard anything more about it. However, it was not the last time I wet my knickers during my childhood and teens though I never wet in church again..