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 Debbie in trouble

   Debbie had been looking forwards to the first aid course.  Residential
in a smart hotel, it was just the kind of skive off real work that she
liked.  That was until she saw Katy there.  Katy seemed to have had a sort
of mesmeric effect on her ever since the time when the power of suggestion
that Katy exercised had induced Debbie to go down to the hotel lobby stark
naked and then, unable to control herself, start peeing in front of
everybody.  Debbie still blushed scarlet at the thought of it.  She had
hoped never to see Katy again, but there she was large as life, and
partnered with her to learn how to give artificial respiration.  For Katy
it was a heaven sent opportunity to liven up a totally boring day by
exercising her power over Debbie again.  Debbie was the perfect victim,
Katy was going to have fun!

   "Do you want to pee again", she whispered to Debbie.  Debbie's heart
lurched.  Oh no!  Not again.  "Because I can make you, you know.  I've only
got to say the word and you'll wet your knickers.  Won't that be
embarrassing?"

   "Word?  What word?", stammered Debbie.

   "Knickers", said Katy, "because that's where you're going to pee this
time.  When I say the word this time, you'll wet you knickers, you just
know you will.

   Of course it preyed on Debbie's mind.  No matter how much she tried to
shut it out, she knew that when Katy said the word she would just have to
wet her knickers.  Such was the power of suggestion.  The suggestion was so
strong that she could think of almost nothing else and spent the first half
of the morning in terrified anticipation of the word.

   Then came Debbie's turn to demonstrate to the instructor how well she
could give mouth to mouth resuscitation, and as she knelt down beside the
demonstration dummy Katy said the word - just coming straight out with it.

   "Debbie, everyone can see you knickers!"

   As soon as she said it Debbie felt the urge to pee come over her.  She
as she knew she would she couldn't resist it.  All she could do was stand
up and, to the great surprise of all present, run as fast as she could to
the rest room.  Once inside she dashed into the toilet, slammed the door
shut, pulled up her skirt, and pulled down her knickers; and, sitting on
the toilet she peed gratefully at last.  She looked down at her knickers.
It was too late.  Katy had been right; she had peed in her knickers.  She
couldn't wear them now.  Nervously she took them off and pulled down her
short skirt as best she could, then, rinsing out the knickers, she left
them on the radiator to dry.

   She didn't see Katy sneaking in after her.  Back in the training room
she rather sheepishly tried to smooth down her tight, short little skirt,
self-conscious of the absence of knickers underneath.  The problem was that
she was going to have to practice her mouth to mouth resuscitation and to
do that she had to kneel over the practice dummy, her mouth over the
dummy's mouth and her bottom in the air.  She had difficulty doing it, and
the more she tried, the more aware she became that her skirt was riding up
her bare bottom.  Everybody in the class was aware of it as well, and
Debbie was red in the face by the time the instructor let her stop and
standing up she found her skirt had ridden almost all the way up.  She
looked round.  Katy was standing there holding her knickers.

   "I think you forgot these", she said.  Debbie grabbed them and fled back
to her room where she stayed all evening burning with shame.

   Of course it is courting disaster to walk around your hotel room in the
all together.  It shouldn't be, but it is.  Debbie knew that, but she had
forgotten to bring a dressing gown and the hotel didn't provide one.  So
when she got up the next morning she just walked around in the all
together. Well nothing more could possibly go wrong - could it?

   For some strange reason the bathroom of her third floor room was off the
main bedroom and the toilet was off an ante-room between the main room and
the door out into the corridor.  Debbie got up at about seven o'clock,
rather bleary eyed and stepped into the bath to run it.  But as soon as she
turned on the tap she shrieked.  A jet of steaming hot water shot out of
the shower and hit her straight on the - not to be coy about it -
unprotected bum.  With a shout she leapt out the bath.  But, as she
discovered, you should not leap out the bath when the floor is wet.  Her
feet slipped from under her on the soapy floor and she landed hard on her
behind.  It was painful.  Her bum was red and sore.

   But at least she had learned on the first aid course how to treat
scalds. Stick the affected part in cold water!  That's what she should do.
The bath was filling up with hot water, so where could she stick her bum to
cool it off.  Of course, there was a bidet in with the toilet.  That was
where you could stick your bum and spray it with cold water.  Leaving the
shower she rushed into the anteroom and switched on the bidet.  The cold
water shot up and she felt its cooling jet spray over her hot, pink bottom.
It was heaven.

   Then she thought.  "My God, the shower's still running full belt.  It'll
fill up the bath".  She leapt off the bidet and yanked at the door from the
anteroom into the bedroom.

   The door wouldn't open.  She was anxious to get back in quickly so she
yanked harder, and...shit!  The door knob came off in her hand.  She should
of course have been pushing.  The loose handle was on her side and the
spindle was sticking through from the other side.  She tried pushing it
back on but it just pushed the spindle through and it was absolutely
impossible to get the door open again.  What was the point of these stupid
anterooms, all it was doing now was effectively locking her out of the
bedroom in the nude.  The only way out being into the corridor.  She
couldn't wait till somebody came past to shout out to them because the
shower was still running and going to overflow if she didn't go
straightaway and get help.

   She panicked.  She suddenly thought she was going have to go down to
reception and get help from the night porter who went off at eight o'clock
- but this was getting up time and there were likely to be people about. 
But she could see no alternative.  She was just going to have to go down to
reception, nude or not, and tell them what had happened.  and she had
absolutely nothing to cover her embarrassment except the do-not-disturb
sign which you hang on the knob; So taking her courage (as well as her
large and rather bouncy boobies) firmly in her hands she set off to run
right down three flights of the main stairs, not the little ones at the
back, at seven o'clock in the morning in her birthday suit.  You might be
wondering why she had her bouncy bits in her hands.  This was not to hide
them from view, but because she thought that speed was of the essence, so
she was running down the stairs as fast as she could.  I don't know if you
have ever seen a bouncy girl leaping in the nude, but if not imagination
may be needed - take it from me, if not supported, bouncy boobies (and
Debbie had really bouncy boobies) bounce up and down like a yo-yo and
really do need some manual support.

   Remarkably considering this was breakfast time she bounced all the way
down to the ground floor without meeting anybody.  So a few minutes later
she found herself at the bottom of the stairs stark naked trying to pluck
up courage to go into reception, from which she could hear voices
emanating. Oh no!  What a choice!  She either had to walk into a busy
reception completely in the nude, boobies bouncing in the breeze (the door
was open) or cause a major flood.  Picture poor Debbie's dilemma (or if you
find it a more interesting sight, picture her bouncing boobies - either
will do).  Comical in retrospect (I mean her dilemma, but I suppose some
might find her bouncing boobies had their funny side - the left one was
definitely more bouncy than the right and had been known to raise more than
a titter!) - but I may say Debbie did not find it so at the time.  She
stood frozen to the spot.  What had she done?  She was in the middle of the
hotel stark naked and people were starting to arrive!

   She panicked again, bugger the flood, she thought and turned round to
run back to her room again; but there coming down the stairs was Katy and
the girls and boys from the course.  They stopped open-mouthed at the sight
of Debbie standing there stark naked, her slightly rounded tummy leading
down to her neatly trimmed, dark brown pubic hair, her plump breasts with
their ever so slightly erect nipples, and funniest of all her bare and
still very pink soft, round and chubby behind.  Debbie blushed, so deeply
that the cheeks of her face became as red as the cheeks of her bottom.

   "Oh dear!" said Debbie

   "Oh dear, oh dear!" said Katy admonishingly, "Debbie, you've forgotten
your knickers again!  Your knickers Debbie"

   Debbie stood there horrified.  Katy had said the word.  The urge to pee
came over her again uncontrollably.
   There naked, In front of all those people.  Two floods in one morning.