Inheriting a Daughter

Chapter 3

As they were lying in bed after making love, Fritz’s mind was thinking up more problems for Ellie.  He took Meg’s hand in his and, grasping it rather tightly and staring up at the ceiling, he smiled.

“Tomorrow morning I’m going to give Eleanor another chance at school.  BUT, I want you to mix into  her juice in the morning some of the prescription the doctor gave me to increase my urine flow that time I was having bladder problems.  Let’s see if our girl can control herself better than I could.  I remember I was having to pee close to fifteen times a day while I was on that stuff.  I was so glad when he finally let me get off that drug.”

And so, poor Ellie, who was delighted to finally have another chance to go back to school, was unknowingly given a hefty dose of medicine with her large glass of orange juice for breakfast.  She preened and smiled at herself in the mirror, as she combed her hair and donned her good dress. She felt like a princess as she descended to the first floor fully dressed for the first time in days.

As Fritz got the horse and buggy ready to leave, she felt the unusual urge to go to the bathroom, so she hurried out to the outhouse and relieved herself before climbing into the buggy.  Fritz was silent for most of the trip, but Ellie wasn’t even aware of his silence.  She was getting to go to school again!  As they neared the school-house, he spoke.

“Now, then!  I hope you will comport yourself in a more mannerly fashion today, than you did the last time I let you attend school, Eleanor.  I was most embarrassed by your demeanor the last time.  I will warn you now. You are on probation.  If your conduct does not improve today, you will never have the opportunity again.  Do you understand?”

Eleanor nodded her head effusively, assuring Fritz she understood and was sorry for her actions the previous time.  She hopped down fro the buggy in front of the school and entered as Fritz took the horse around to the back.  As she entered the room, two or three of the girls immediately went into a whispering session, and Ellie was sure she must be the subject of the conversation.

She took her seat in the front row and began reading the history book sitting on the desk before her, trying hard to ignore the whispering she could hear emanating from the snickering girls.  The boys didn’t get together to discuss her, but she could see out of the corner of her eyes the knowing smiles on several of the boys’ faces.

Within several minutes Fritz had taken his place at his desk at the front of the class, and brought the class to attention.  He began assigning reading tasks to all the different aged kids and then settled down to read himself.  Not fifteen minutes had passed before Ellie felt the need to urinate and raised her hand to be excused to the outhouse in the back yard.  Fritz sighed, then snorted, before telling her to go but to hurry back.  She rushed out the back door and made it to the outhouse just in time to lower her panties and sit before she was urinating a huge amount of pee, which seemed to go on forever.  She finally wiped herself with a page from the Sears catalog which hung by her side and rushed to get back to her desk.

About a half hour later Fritz rose from his desk and began to lecture on the Civil War.  As he droned on for the next fifteen minutes, Ellie began to feel the renewed urge to relieve herself. She finally raised her hand again to ask permission to go to the bathroom.  When she explained her need, several girls began to titter, but Fritz put on a stern face and told Ellie she could just wait until the break a half hour from then.

For the next fifteen minutes Ellie felt the need to pee becoming imperative.  She began to fidget in her seat, crossing her legs and attempting to will herself to keep from urinating.  But try as she might, she found she couldn’t hold it in any longer, and slowly the liquid began to seep out.  Once again she couldn’t fathom why there was so much urine, considering the fact that she had just gone less than an hour before.  Soon her panties were soaked, and then she could feel the wetness covering the whole bottom of her dress and creeping up her back to her chemise and down to her stockings.

She kept hoping that no one would notice.  She had made up her mind she would just stay in her seat during the break and forego eating any of the sandwiches that sat on one of the tables, when it came time for lunch.

Then she heard Fritz call her name.

“Eleanor, come up to the blackboard and list the dates of the beginning of the Civil War, the end of the war and the date of the Emancipation Proclamation!.”

“Uhhh…Ssssir! I’d rather not right now, if you don’t mind.”

“WHAT!  You get yourself up here this minute, young lady, if you know what’s good for you!”

Ellie slid across the damp desk seat to get up, and she could feel the soggy dress and underclothes dripping urine behind her.  As she rose, her fellow students were the first to notice the dark wetness which now extended from her waist in the back all the way down to the hem of her dress.  By the time she reached the blackboard, she was trailing drops of urine on the floor behind her.  Her face had turned bright red and she was passing her hands behind her to hide the obvious.

Fritz, who had been watching carefully and had noticed her problem shortly after it began, roared at her.

“What is the meaning of this, young lady?!! Have you wet yourself? Have you no decency at all?!!  You are sopping wet and you smell of urine besides!’

Ellie squirmed and her face grew even redder, as she stood there, with the yellow liquid still dripping all over the floor.  The entire classroom was alive with laughter and whispering.

“Quiet!  This is no laughing matter!  Well, you can’t sit around in those smelly wet clothes all day, girl!  Remove them at once!”

“Everything, Sir?”

“Everything that’s wet, certainly.  Get them off, NOW!”

Ellie began to remove her clothes, very slowly, but after her dress had been shucked off, it became obvious that the urine had inundated everything she was wearing, including her shoes, where the urine had seeped down into the inside and was making squishing sounds.

She turned away from Fritz as she removed each of her underthings, but noticed immediately that every eye in the room was glued to her nakedness.  When she had dropped the last item, her chemise, onto the floor, Fritz ordered her to pick all of her clothes up and take them out into the back yard to dry in the sun.

More embarrassed than she’d ever been in her life, she picked up the sodden clothes and moved toward the back door.  She could feel the gaze of every pupil focused on her as she tried to hurry past the smiling faces of her fellow students.  When she reached the back yard, she wished she could just stay outside for the rest of the day, but before she could lay the first item on the ground, she heard Fritz, who had been watching her through the window, yelling her name.

She hurried to lay each item of clothing on the ground, hoping that the sun could dry out her clothes before it was time to go home. Then she rushed to get back inside, but immediately realized she had nothing to hide her nakedness now.  She passed one arm in front of her breasts and a hand down to cover her bald pussy, and quickly returned to stand before her nemesis.

“Well, you’re certainly not finished, girl! This floor is sopping with your waste.  Go to the closet and get the rags from the big box in there and begin wiping up all this mess!”

Ellie followed his orders and soon found herself on her knees soaking up the wetness with the rags.  She was trying hard to avoid turning her back directly to her classmates, knowing that by doing so her bald pussy lips and crinkly dark rear hole would be presenting themselves in all their glory.  The fact that her breasts were wavering back and forth as she wiped with the rags couldn’t be helped.  Finally she had sopped up most of the liquid, and Fritz told her to put them in the trash can next to his desk.

She finished dropping the rags in the trash and had started back to her desk, when Fritz’s voice stopped her again.

“Oh, we’re not finished, young lady! Such flagrant behavior demands some form of punishment. I believe fifteen of the best with the cane should help you remember it’s not proper to pee (laughing and titters from the classroom) in here.  That’s why we have an outhouse in the back yard.  Now, suppose you go over to the side of my desk and place your hands on either side of the near ends of the desk and stretch your feet as far back as you can.”

When she had assumed the position, her shoulders were several feet from the desk, her arms were stretched out almost horizontally from the desk and her tits hung down toward the floor like ripe fruit waiting to be picked.

Fritz ordered her to spread her legs far apart, which had the effect of lowering her torso even further toward the floor, and opening her pussy to the point that the lips were far apart, displaying the pink inner lips.  There were few secrets being kept from any of the male students, who were getting a first-hand anatomy course on the charms of the female body.

Moments later Ellie heard the swish of the cane sailing through the air and landing with gusto on Ellie’s already sore behind.  The shock of the blow made her upper torso sweep forward affording her breasts ample opportunity to wiggle back and forth. She screamed in surprise at the force of the blow and the searing pain the blow produced.

The second blow, laid on with equal vigor, directly below the first, drew another scream from the beleaguered girl and drew the first tears to her eyes. Again her body shot forward, causing her lovely tits to jiggle enticingly.  The pain felt like a branding iron had been applied to her buttocks.

Fritz continued with artful application of the cane, striping Ellie’s nether cheeks as if he had a ruler to measure the exact distance between each blow.  By the time he had finished, her buttocks displayed a patchwork of well placed ridges from the start of the slit at her waist all the way down to where her cheeks met her thighs.

As for the poor girl’s upper body, her final screams had emanated as mere squeaks, and her face was streaked with rivulets of tears that had streamed down her cheeks. On the tenth swat of the cane, Ellie’s cries turned to hiccups. The final four blows had caused Ellie to begin her own version of a river dance, legs hopping around as she remained in place.  When he told her he was done she immediately stood up with her hands shooting back to soothe her tender buttocks, hands rubbing gently against the raw ridges produced by the angry cane.  Fritz ordered her to desist from her rubbing and proceed to the wall next to the blackboard, where she was to stand facing the wall until lunchtime.

It is unlikely that any of the students caught much of the rest of his lecture on the Civil War, as they concentrated on watching Ellie, still in tears, standing uncomfortably, trying to bring some relief to her blood-red buttocks without actually touching them. Before it was time for lunch, Ellie found the urge to relieve herself once more.  She raised her hand, but Fritz ignored her completely.  Finally she could stand it no longer and the students were treated to watching trickles of urine run down Ellie’s legs, eventually causing a small pool at her feet.

When lunchtime finally came, Fritz turned from the blackboard to make his announcement, only to find Ellie standing in a small puddle of urine.  He bounded over to the hapless girl and began to spank her already painful crimson buttocks.  She again began doing her modified river dance, breasts bouncing about with total abandon.  When he stopped the spanking, he ordered her, once more, to clean up her sodden mess on the floor.  When she had completed her chore, choking back the tears and with drool sliding down her chin, he ordered her back to her desk and told her to stay seated until it was time to leave for home.

Sitting down on the hard chair at her desk was yet another problem.  It was all she could do to remain seated once she managed to sit, oh so gingerly.  Most of the children took their sandwiches out into the back yard to eat.  The few who remained did so in curiosity, waiting to see if anything more was going to befall poor Ellie.

Except for watching a poor girl try to find a comfortable spot to sit in, they were frustrated in their curiosity.  After lunch Fritz set all the students to reading their primers, and he went back to reading, as well. At around two o’clock the urge came upon Ellie once more to relieve herself.  She raised her hand and Fritz, seeing her out of the corner of his eye, chose to ignore her at first.  Ellie finally had no choice, as the urgency of the situation grew, but to add vocal emphasis to her silent request.

Fritz could not, of course, ignore her now, so, when he asked what she wanted, and she told him, there was a blast of feigned frustration, before he finally reluctantly gave her permission to visit the outhouse.  It was not any too soon either, as the girl rushed past her schoolmates, breasts bobbling about, and reached the small building just as the urine began to flow, much to Ellie’s profound relief.

When she returned to the classroom, there were numerous snickers as she tried to unobtrusively wend her way back to her seat.  The redness of her complexion indicated the feeling of total embarrassment she was still undergoing.  Once again she was forced to try to find a halfway comfortable way to sit without bringing excruciating pain to her injured butt.

When she was finally seated, Fritz announced it was time for everyone to get back to their reading, and  everyone picked up his or her book and, at least, looked like they were reading, though the naked girl sitting in the front row was a huge distraction.

Finally at three o’clock Fritz announced school was over for the day.  Unlike other days, not one student rose to leave.  They were all waiting to see Ellie in all her glory again.  After a few moments Fritz shooed all the students except Ellie out of the school-house.  When they had all left, Fritz ordered Ellie to go get her clothes from the back yard.

She was hoping some of her clothes were at least mostly dry, but, to her chagrin, not one piece of clothing was dry enough to put on, so she carried them all in her arms back into the building. Fritz went and hooked the horse to the buggy and pulled it around to the front of the building. There were perhaps six or seven boys still lingering behind the trees across the road from the school.

As soon as the buggy pulled up, Ellie, clutching her damp clothes to her front, ran out and climbed into the buggy.  As they rode away, Fritz admonished the boys and told them to go home.  Nothing was said until they had been riding for over five minutes.

“You realize, don’t you that that’s it.  You can’t come back to the school ever again.  You have embarrassed me.  You have embarrassed yourself, and I can’t have you disrupting my school again.”

Ellie, still clutching her clothes to her, nodded and began to cry.  Tears were still coursing down her cheeks when they pulled up in front of the house.