I had an accident on the bus
Wasn't sure where else to put this. I had an accident on the bus recently. Very embarrassing!
Daddy and I had been to the movies for date night. After the movie, we'd had a few drinks at a bar. Which meant, of course, that nobody could drive. So we caught a bus back instead.
It hadn't been a cold night so I didn't bother with too much; a pair of plain grey leggings and a top, with a jacket just in case. Of course, Daddy had insisted that I wear a skirt or something over the leggings. So I wore a short floral skirt to cover them.
It was about 5 minutes into the bus ride when I started to fidget. "What's wrong?" Daddy asked.
"Nothing" I replied. Of course, there was something wrong. I had to pee.
Daddy insisted I tell the truth. I blushed and admitted that I had to go. I knew I'd get no sympathy from Daddy. He simply stated that I should have gone before we left.
Our bus ride was still another 20 minutes to go. I was wriggling and squirming. At one point, my hand went between my legs. Daddy quickly moved my hand away and told me to be more ladylike.
I crossed and uncrossed my legs. 10 minutes to go. I felt my face flush as a spirt of pee escaped into my knickers. I glanced down and thankfully it wasn't obvious yet.
There were only 2 stops left. Then it happened. I was struggling to hold it and the bus hit a speedbump. The sudden jolt caused me to lose control.
I couldn't hold it. My bladder emptied and I completely soaked my leggings. I sat there, blushing furiously as my pee ran down my legs and onto the floor. Daddy knew. I could feel it.
Nobody else had noticed. Daddy pushed the button for our stop. We were in the middle of the bus. Going to the front was out of the question. I stood up, dark wet patches all down my leggings; it was very obvious what I'd done. A group of teens giggled and whispered as I walked by.
We got off the bus and walked back home. On the way back, Daddy asked me "What do you think I should do with a little girl who wets her knickers?"
Daddy and I had been to the movies for date night. After the movie, we'd had a few drinks at a bar. Which meant, of course, that nobody could drive. So we caught a bus back instead.
It hadn't been a cold night so I didn't bother with too much; a pair of plain grey leggings and a top, with a jacket just in case. Of course, Daddy had insisted that I wear a skirt or something over the leggings. So I wore a short floral skirt to cover them.
It was about 5 minutes into the bus ride when I started to fidget. "What's wrong?" Daddy asked.
"Nothing" I replied. Of course, there was something wrong. I had to pee.
Daddy insisted I tell the truth. I blushed and admitted that I had to go. I knew I'd get no sympathy from Daddy. He simply stated that I should have gone before we left.
Our bus ride was still another 20 minutes to go. I was wriggling and squirming. At one point, my hand went between my legs. Daddy quickly moved my hand away and told me to be more ladylike.
I crossed and uncrossed my legs. 10 minutes to go. I felt my face flush as a spirt of pee escaped into my knickers. I glanced down and thankfully it wasn't obvious yet.
There were only 2 stops left. Then it happened. I was struggling to hold it and the bus hit a speedbump. The sudden jolt caused me to lose control.
I couldn't hold it. My bladder emptied and I completely soaked my leggings. I sat there, blushing furiously as my pee ran down my legs and onto the floor. Daddy knew. I could feel it.
Nobody else had noticed. Daddy pushed the button for our stop. We were in the middle of the bus. Going to the front was out of the question. I stood up, dark wet patches all down my leggings; it was very obvious what I'd done. A group of teens giggled and whispered as I walked by.
We got off the bus and walked back home. On the way back, Daddy asked me "What do you think I should do with a little girl who wets her knickers?"
26-30, F
