His one word reply. "Good." A smile crosses his lips.
He opens the door and she moves to get in the car, but not before he reaches in, and pushes her legs apart, slapping each thigh to remind her that a slut never keeps her legs together.
He gets into the driver's side and tells her "Don't worry, it's only going to get worse."
She quietly sighs.
He takes the long way back, of course. He makes no effort to avoid any bumps, ruts, and ridges in the road. She tries to keep her mind off the persistent discomfort, wanting to squeeze up her legs together, but each time he merely reaches over and gives her left thigh a smack. A hard smack. She sharply inhales, tightens up every muscle she has to keep control.
Finally arriving at the motel, she moves to get out but he stops her. He gets out and moves to her side of the car and opens the door. Reaching in to her he places his left hand on her right thigh and pulls it to the side, dangling out of the car, while his right hand holds the left thigh where it is, exposing her. "This" He says, "is how a slut gets out". She blushes as someone walks down the sidewalk. Looking up at him, plaintively she speaks "I HAVE to pee…and it hurts!" He grins and gently reminds her that he isn't preventing her from doing so, that she is creating her own discomfort.
She looks down and murmurs, "I just can't."
"Oh well, not my problem then is it?" as he guides her into the room. She wonders if maybe now he will let her use the bathroom, thinking that perhaps it's all been a big tease. Some people are like that she tried to reason to herself. Letting her think there are wicked things they will do regardless of how she feels about it, to let her worry about it, anticipate, only discovering they won't REALLY do it to her.
Those secret hopes were dashed when he tells her to change into the clothes on the bed. It doesn't help that he stands there and stares at her as she first undresses then re-dresses in long pants. "Shoes too." He reminds her. It pains her to bend over to tie her shoes. He tosses her coat to her.
"Come along now", as he opens the door and ushers her back into the cold. It's gotten colder and windier. Outdoors he takes her by the shoulders and explains in that voice one would use to talk to a child that it's been her choice all along. "Its up to you", he reminds her, "to end the discomfort. It's really a very simple thing." He tells her to just stay outside and think about it awhile. Without waiting for an answer he steps back into the room, shutting the door. Her mouth opens in disbelief.
Shivering in the cold she starts to pace up and down the sidewalk, muttering about the fix she got herself in. All because of the word "anything". Over dinner, they sat at the table, the beginning of their first weekend together, and he asked her just what she'd do for him. She smiled, so demurely, seductively, and said, "Anything." He had cocked his head at her and grinned broadly, "REALLY?" She knew right then she was in trouble. What was worse is she knew better then to be so glib. Smiling he said, "Pee your panties." He was going to make her pay big time. And here she was, in her current predicament.
She looked across the parking lot, noticing an all night diner. A restroom. They'd have a restroom. She walked over to the curb and stepped down. Muttering she turned around and made her way to a bench on the sidewalk. She knew if she went over there, she might as well then just go back home. There was that sense of pride that wouldn't let her cheat, or disappoint him. She was stubborn too. She sat and contemplated why it was such a big deal that she couldn't do this. Her gut pained her and she got up to move around again, hoping for some relief from the fullness.
The door of the motel room opened and he joined her outside. Being very glib, he asked how she was doing. Her glare only make him chuckle. He was enjoying himself, that was obvious. She moved away from him and leaned against his car. He followed her and began teasing her again. Looking around she noticed an increase of pedestrian traffic, realizing a local movie just let out. Thinking to herself, could it get any worse?? She felt cold air as he opened her coat and slid his cold hands against her skin. His hands slide to her back as he leaned in hard against her and kissed her deeply. She was a sucker for his kisses and kissing him back realized that her body was beginning to relax. She tried to push away from him but it was too late. There was no stopping it now. He stood back and watched, and said not quietly, "My dear, you're pissing your pants!" causing some stares from the passerby's. She didn't dare look up, but she could hear someone snickering. It just kept coming and coming, she'd held it for so long, her bladder hurt from being stretched. In moments her pants were heavy, soaked and very cold, as it also ran into her shoes. Her face flamed red in embarrassment and she thought she was going to cry. She finally realized he was staring at her, just waiting for her to look at him. When she did, he moved close to her again, taking her hand and holding it over his crotch, "See what you did to me? Let's go take care of this."
Finally it was over, or so she thought.
