punishment

Somehow, I forgot about this one when I reposted the deleted parts. Oops. Well, here it is, I guess.


"AND DON'T COME OUT UNTIL I SAY SO!"


It's just like me to talk back to my mom when she's already in a bad mood. Now I'll be grounded to my bedroom for the rest of the day. Great. I look around. There's nothing to do in here. Mom took my phone and all the books are in the den. I look for my Nintendo DS, but I can't find it anywhere. What about my sketchbook? Nope, not there either. Mom thought of everything.


Sighing, I flop down onto my bed. I decide to take a nap, seeing as there's nothing else for me to do. I wake up an hour later, according to my watch. That was a short nap, why did I wake up already? I get my answer in the form of a pulsing in my abdomen. I get up and move towards the door. I turn the knob and...


It won't open. "Shit!" I curse. Mom must've blocked it from the outside. "Mom! Hey mom!"


"What, Max?" she shouts back.


"Can you please let me out? I need the bathroom," I tell her.


"Nice try! I'm not falling for your excuses, young man!"


Well, that's fantastic. I shrug and go back to sleep. I wake up two hours later with a heavy ache in my bladder. I have to pee! I remember. I try banging on my bedroom door again, but to no avail.


For twenty more minutes I try different positions. Lying in my bed, standing up, crossing my legs, even eventually shoving my hands in my crotch.


That's enough, I think. I start looking around in my room for something to pee in, but find nothing. At this point I am bent at the waist and holding onto the leg of my jeans.


I shake my head and walk back over to the door. "MOM! I really have to pee!" She didn't answer. I guess she didn't hear me. "MOTHER! I'm gonna piss my pants if you don't let me the fuck out!" Nothing? I cursed loudly and nothing?


"Mom, I seriously have to pee right now. Let me out please." Again, I get no answer. I try shouting again. I'm beginning to suspect she has selective hearing. Only hears what she wants to hear. Either that or...


I run over to the window. Looking down at the driveway, I confirm what I didn't want to be true. Mom had left.


A particularly strong urge hits me right then, and I cross my legs and shove a hand between them. After it passes, I try once again to find something to pee in, only to confirm there was nothing. I thought about climbing through the window, but my bedroom is on the second floor. There's no way I could get down there without breaking my leg... and pissing myself in the process.


Rocking back and forth, doubled over, with my hands on my hips, I take one last look around the room. I suppose I could try and just piss out the window...


I walk over to my window and open it to see my neighbor working on his garden mext door. He suddenly looks up and notices me, giving me a polite little wave. But I'm much too desperate to be neighborly.


He gives me a look that asks, "What's wrong?"


What's wrong is that I can't piss with you there!


I open the window as far as I can, bouncing up and down. He gives me another questioning (and slightly concerned) look. I point to my bedroom door and act like I am jiggling a doorknob. I can see he doesn't understand. I shake my head.


"I need to pee, Mom, hurry up and come back!" I mutter to myself. I grab my crotch and squeeze. Smack the wall in front of me and lean against it.


It's painful. I've been holding it too long. A spurt of pee comes out and I stop it with my hands, as my muscles are too weak right now to hold it without aid. I will not pee my pants like a toddler.


But, god, I have to go so bad! All I can do now to make it better is get to a goddamn toilet!


My abdomen is so heavy. My bladder is like an overfilled water balloon, ready to burst. I wince. Really shouldn't be thinking about water right now.


Now I'm doing a full-on potty dance. Shaking my legs, crossing and uncrossing, bouncing up and down. All while holding myself tightly.


Just as I'm praying for my mom to come back, her car pulls up. I feel so relieved, I almost release right there. But no, I am not giving up now.


Once I'm sure she's in the house I start loudly and frantically calling for her.


"Jesus, Max, what's the problem?" she asks, and I can hear her moving things out of the way of my door. She comes in, and her eyes go wide as saucers at the sight of me.


And I must have been quite a sight. With my legs crossed as tightly as humanly possible, back against the wall, hands in my crotch, sweaty from effort.


As soon as my preoccupied brain realizes the door is open, I take a step forward. With that, my hold crumbles and my bladder gives out. I stand there, in front of my mom, pee pouring out of me and a look of pure shock on my face.


I go for a whole minute or more, I'm sure of it, and I can't help but moan in pleasure.


When I'm done, the horror sets in. I, a mature sixteen-year-old, just wet my pants. In front of my mom. And moaned.


"I'm sorry honey," Mom says, "I didn't realize you actually had to go."


I silently grab a new pair of pants and underwear and walk to the bathroom, sopping wet.


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