JollyJohnnyP's blog post - End of Term (A true TV story including wetting)

Some years ago I went to a TV party in London where the theme was "End of Term" so I put on my bottle green gymslip over my bottle green school cotton interlock knickers and white blouse, not forgetting knee-length white socks, black shoes, wig and old national health glasses for a studious look. I was unaware that there would be a competition but an hour or so after my arrival, a man dressed as a schoolmaster complete with gown and mortarboard announced "Will all schoolgirls parade around the dance floor". I was unaware that this was a competition to be judged by a panel of three 'schoolmasters'. Initially no-one showed any signs of obeying the instruction but then a lone real female 'schoolgirl' walked onto the dance floor and I thought "If she can do it, so can I". I joined her and soon all the 'schoolgirls' were on parade, including a reluctant friend of the first girl whom she and I dragged into the parade. As we passed the group of 'schoolmasters' we were asked our names. After about three circuits of the dance floor we were told to return to our seats. A brief conference among the schoolmasters was followed by the announcement of the winners beginning with the winner of the third prize. Although I heard the announcement, "Third prize, Joanna", the idea of winning a prize was so out of my mind that a friend I was sitting with had to tell me, "That's you!" before I realised that I had won third prize in this "best dressed schoolgirl" competition. I went out onto the dance floor to collect my prize and was told to do a twirl in front of everyone. I obeyed, flaunting my school knickers (which the gymslip wasn't quite long enough to hide anyway) and coming away with two bottles of wine for my efforts.

The one thing which would have made the evening perfect would have been to receive a good fuck from one or more of the schoolmasters who judged us. As it was I was so high that I put my coat in the boot of my car and drove home blatantly in my school uniform. However, after about 20 miles I realised I needed a pee. A motorway service station was out of the question with me in my schoolgirl uniform so I left the M1 for the A5 (the Roman road Watling Street) but it was remarkable how much traffic there was (at midnight) making a roadside stop very risky. I was getting very desperate by the time I found a secluded lane and I just managed to get out of the car in the entrance to a field before the dam burst and I flooded my knickers like a naughty schoolgirl. Fortunately I did have a spare pare of panties with me so I didn't have to stay wet for the rest of the journey home. However, the wetting accident did round off the evening nicely in true schoolgirl fashion.