[This is a chapter in a serial and will gain from your reading the earlier chapters first; however, it can be read on its own. It does involve bodily functions, some incestuous behavior, and significant discipline. If any of that offends you, please read no further. All characters are 18 or over.]
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I woke up and felt wet in my panties. "Jill," I told myself, "you've only been experiencing this feeling since you were a girl. Might as well get used to it."
I was a bedwetter and now I'm 32 with wet panties. I'm the oldest of the four of us and so far as I know, the only one with this embarrassing issue. No one's ever sure what causes it, but it makes things miserable. My mother who ruled the house shamed me about it.
When I was 18, she would take me to the bathroom before I went to bed and then diaper me for the night. If I wet when I was allowed to sleep without diapers, I was spanked. Eventually all my siblings knew about it. None of them seemed to have the problem.
Usually now at night I wear those new panties—Always Boutique—they're pretty and not too thick and they hold my pee. I can't say it feels good having your panties filled with pee, even though the panties absorb it, but it's a whole lot better than the pee soaking your sheets.
My brother Ken was always sympathetic to my dealing with my problem. He knew that I was reluctant to sleep with a guy because I didn't want to have sex and then when we slept together, wake up to a wet bed. That was how we started sleeping together—I trusted him, and he made me feel loved and warm.
Now he's engaged to Andrea and one day recently I did confide in her. She asked me how it had been, and I said that my mother had been her usual tyrannical self. She tried everything, not letting me drink after 7:00 P.M., the electronic gadgets that were placed in the crotch of my panties to go off when anything wet touched them, and then she began acting like I was doing it on purpose.
This was when I started getting caned when the others were spanked. Let me tell you, getting caned is not fun at all. It hurts like hell. My mother knew how to humiliate me: she began caning me in front of the others. Until I showed her that I stayed dry all day, she wanted to have me wear incontinence panties to school where I would have been the laughingstock of my college class.
It was all right for Ken to tell Andrea about this—he had asked me—and she came to see me the other day. She didn't express sympathy, which made me feel better, but just asked if there was any way she could be helpful to me. I told her with a smile that her fiancé, my brother, had been incredibly helpful and that I hoped she wasn't resenting me on account of that.
She assured me that it was fine. She has a very positive attitude that he may engage in anything like that so long as he tells her ahead of time. I had seen recently how she became enraged when he didn't tell her.
I smiled and said I'd like her to sleep over with me. I said it might make me feel more secure and perhaps contribute to my gaining control over my urethral sphincter. She agreed to do it and returned a while after dinner and we got into PJ's and were girls together. We cuddled and kissed and got into bed together.
Then we took off each other's PJs and began to enjoy nestling into one another and getting our faces right down between our legs and licking each other's splits until we came. I loved the taste of her quim and she said she liked mine, too. We caressed our breasts, pressed them together, and just reveled in being together in bed. Andrea watched me slip on a pair of the Always Boutique panties and complimented me on their charming appearance.
"They're a good ways up from Huggies or Depends," I answered, and she hugged me just for saying that. I told her that I felt like I had to pee now, and she enjoyed going over to my bathroom with me and watching me let my stream out when I sat on the toilet. She bent down and licked me dry, which turned me on all over again.
Andrea, you need to understand, is gorgeous. She's blonde, with a terrific figure, and with blue eyes. I'm less striking, but with nice auburn hair and dreamy brown eyes. She shaves and I have a nice trimmed puss. We both love sex and besides my brother and her fiancé, we have had it off with lots of both men and women.
My sister Joan, the youngest but the one who is in charge of the house and of us, has never been very concerned with this problem I have. She's eight years younger than I am.
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At this very moment, Joan was meeting with the housekeeper, Petra, who was head of the staff. Petra had informed her of Jill's occasional bedwetting episode because Joan wanted to continue to be informed of everything that occurred in the house although she did not have Petra make formal reports which would be discussed at weekly family meetings any more.
"I know that Jill now wears protective panties at night and really don't want to disturb her unduly," Joan said to Petra, "but this must mean that she has occasionally gone without the Always Boutique panties."
"I suspect that is what has happened, Miss Joan," Petra said, always using the title of respect for her boss. "It may be that Miss Jill returns from her evenings out and does not remember to take the standard precaution because my staff has found a wet bed on several occasions."
"Aside from caning her, do you recall if my mother employed any special punishments to deal with this?" Joan asked. "As we can see, they didn't cure the problem."
"Miss Jennifer would get quite annoyed when we had to bring this to her attention," Petra confided. "I was not usually present, but I understand she would punish Miss Jill by inserting a soap stick rectally and surprisingly enough, we then would go several weeks or more without Miss Jill losing urinary control in bed."
Joan now was thinking that maybe a revival of this old and diabolical punishment might remind Jill to take the necessary precautions. "Petra," she said, "please let Miss Jill know that I'd like to see her now if she is available."
With that, Petra stood, curtseyed, and left to deliver the message.
Jill soon appeared at Joan's extensive suite. Joan welcomed her and had her sit in the receiving room where Joan had all visitors meet with her.
"I assume you have a reason for summoning me, Sis," Jill began pleasantly.
"I'm really sorry to have to take this up with you, Jilly," Joan answered in a light tone, "but the staff has become involved in your continued bedwetting episodes, so I've been drawn into it. I know you have been taking very effective precautions to deal with preventing this but apparently, you haven't been as consistent as you might be."
Jill's face reddened and she had trouble not crying.
"I'm sorry, Jilly, I really am," Joan said with no little sincerity. "I just hope we can deal with this."
"Joanie, I do wear the Always Boutique undies and they do a great job," Jill managed to say with some emotion in her voice. "Sometimes I do come home late and forget to put them on."
