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.
