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>My apologies for copy and pasting this from another >forum, but here it is. > >I have read this forum and others with great interest. >I am no stranger to spankings, but my story is not >about spanking. >I am a 30 something professional woman with a masters >degree working on a second bachelors. I enjoy reading >these forums and one thing that caught my eye is the >many posting about dirty panties. There is even a >forum dedicated to the subject. It sounded interesting >to me, but I was too embarrassed to experiment. >A few Saturday morning ago I was on the toilet when >the phone rang. I had been expecting a call and didn't >want to miss it so I pulled my pants up and answered >the phone. I then went about organizing the bottom >shelves of my book shelves, something I've wanted to >make time for for quite a while. I soon noticed a bit >of stickiness back there. I didn't think anything had >come out when I was on the toilet. I kind of ignored >it. >The stickiness persisted and I felt a little >embarrassed. Embarrassed as I was, I kind of liked the >feeling. I settled my heel on it, pulled my panties >out, it persisted. I began to realize I may have let a >little out. I was embarrassed but I was alone so I >further ignored it and enjoyed it. I went about to >other chores not knowing, but suspecting I may have >messed my panties. >After a couple of hours I needed to finish my business >in the bathroom. I didn't want to look, but sure >enough there was a fresh brown streak in my panties. I >covered my face in shame, but still had to admit that >I had a guilty pleasure. I didn't wipe and went about >my chores. The stickiness was ever present. >I had to meet a girlfriend for coffee. I put on my >brave face and chose not to clean up. I sprayed body >spray back there and bravely went out. Although we >were having an in depth conversation my mind was >constantly on the stickiness back there. "Can she >tell? Has she ever done this? What would she think if >she knew? Can other people here tell? Does everyone >know I have dirty panties?" I felt a glorious >embarrassment and humiliation with my little secret. >After coffee we went shopping. Same situation. >I went home so horny I couldn't keep my hands off >myself. I smacked my dirty panty covered bottom with >the bath brush. I couldn't believe what a dirty, >naughty girl I was. >I tried to continue with my routine as best as I >could. I was to meet friends for dinner and drinks >later. Dare I go out with my dirty panties? I wouldn't >dare. I freshened up debating whether to clean up back >there. Knowing it was an insane thing to do I left my >panties as they were and went to the bathroom again >further messing my panties. I used a heavy dose of >body spray and took it with me to keep fresh. >The evening was the same as the day. I would certainly >have deserved it if one of my girlfriends took me out >to her car and gave me a damned good spanking. I >couldn't believe what a naughty, disgusting girl I was. >I made the excuse that I wasn't feeling well and went >home a little early. A little tipsy, I got into my >pajamas, gave myself a good smacking with the bath >brush and various instruments, bottoms up and down >over my sticky, disgusting dirty panties. I awoke the >next morning with my pajama bottoms down around my >knees and a very sore bottom. I felt such shame and >embarrassment. I pleaded temporary insanity. Yet, I >resumed my day in the same dirty panties and didn't >change until Monday morning getting ready for work. >I haven't done that since, but the memory lingers. I >do understand now why there are threads dedicated to >the subject on here. It is something I will need to >confess to my disciplinarian.

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