Um ... I don't really know where to start, but I've got to do this, so here goes.

Oh God! I REALLY hate this. But it's all my fault so ... best get it over with.

My name is Rachel, and I'm a very shy and introverted girl. I wouldn't normally do anything like this. What goes on in private should stay in private, right? But I'm being punished ... I DESERVE to be punished ... and Mistress Hannah told me that I must come here and post a full confession as part of my punishment.

I tried to put it off ... well, you do, don't you? But I kept getting these e-mails from Mistress Hannah saying "Have you posted your confession yet? You haven't, have you?"

After the second e-mail, she started adding a frowny face at the end of her e-mails. You know ... like this: 😢

I really HATE the frowny face. It means I'm going to get spanked the next time I see Mistress Hannah. She counts up how many she's had to use, and I get one swat for each frowny face. I tried to ignore them, and I kept putting off my confession, but then she put TWO frowny faces on an e-mail, and that really put the wind up me. You see, I've already had one other e-mail with two frowny faces since the last time I saw Mistress Hannah ... and if I get a third, then the spanking will be done somewhere in public.

That's only happened once ... and I don't want it to happen again.

So, um, where was I?

Oh yes ... I have to come here and make a public confession.

I've been seeing Mistress Hannah now for about six months. She's a wonderful domme, but VERY strict. She says when I learn to be completely submissive she will lighten up a bit, but for the moment I am too willful and need frequent punishment, so she is cutting me no slack at all. I quite understand why she's like that ... it's for my own benefit, and she has my own interests at heart.

But when I went to see Mistress Hannah on Wednesday, things all went horribly wrong.

No ... Mistress Hannah won't like it if I try to blame "things". She says things are inanimate. Things cannot control my destiny. I control my destiny by the choices I make, and if I make the wrong choices then I am the one to blame ... and I must take the consequences.

OK ... so let's try again.

On Wednesday I goofed. Big time.

Things were hectic at work, and I had to stay a bit late. This meant I couldn't go home before I went to see Mistress Hannah. Mistress Hannah is very strict about punctuality. I have to arrive at exactly 6 o'clock ... but on Wednesday I didn't get there until 5 past. AND I think I may have been caught on camera jumping a red light to get there.

She was NOT happy about that.

Neither was she happy about the fact that, because I hadn't been able to go home, I hadn't had a chance to do my hair and makeup the way she likes it, either. She cocked an eyebrow and said "Have we been too preoccupied with other things to pay any attention to our appearance, hmmmm?" And I just stammered "Y...yes Mistress Hannah. I'm sorry, Mistress Hannah"

And then I burst into tears, because I KNEW what was coming next. She makes me wear these really AWFUL panties, when I go to see her. My "special panties" she calls them. They're adult size, but they're little girl designs ... you know, Winnie the Pooh characters, and Disney Princess, and stuff like that. I don't know where she found them, but she bought me about a dozen different pairs. And it works ... wearing them DOES make me feel submissive, and it DOES remind me who is in control. And she has always threatened me that if I get too unruly, then she'll make me wear them all the time, rather than just when I'm coming to see her. And ... oh God! What would I do when I go to the gym? People would see them in the changing room. Or when I went to see my doctor? Or .... well, you get the idea. I try to be a good submissive, so that she never makes me wear them full time.

But I'm meant to wear them when I go to see her ... and I hadn't had time to go home and get changed, so I wasn't!

And of course, I was about to get my spanking ... so she was about to see that I wasn't.

We went into her sitting room, and she took out her notebook.

"You HAVE been an unruly child this week," she said, "haven't you?"

I looked at the ground and muttered "Yes Mistress Hannah ... I'm sorry Mistress Hannah".

"You're due seventeen swats," said Mistress Hannah. "We'd better get this over with, hadn't we? Lift your skirt and bend over the footstool ..."

And that's when she saw that I was wearing light blue panties with flowers on, and NOT the special panties I was supposed to be wearing.

Well, obviously, I had to be punished for that as well, didn't I? Part of my punishment consisted of withdrawal of bathroom privileges for the duration of my visit. And to make the punishment even more effective, Mistress Hannah kept saying "I'm thirsty, child. Go and make us both a nice cup of tea."

I think we had about six cups of tea during the course of the session. And Mistress Hannah got up to go to the toilet three times, but of course I had no bathroom privileges so I was getting more and more desperate. And Mistress Hannah got VERY angry when I started to fidget and squirm, and told me to sit still.

I did my best ... really I did.

But ...

... oh God, do I REALLY have to tell this?

I suppose I do, or my next spanking is going to be in public, isn't it?

Come on, Rachel, Deep breath and get it over with. Just blurt it out. One, two, three ... I wet my panties!

There, I've said it! That wasn't so bad, was it?

(Who am I trying to kid? I REALLY don't want to hit the "post" button. There's still time to go back and delete it all. But if I do that, I'll get another two frowny face e-mail, and then ... ugh! OK ... lesser of two evils. It stays.)

Mistress Hannah was not at all pleased. She made me clean up the puddle, and then I had to drive home in my wet panties. And now I have to wear my special panties all the time, and come and make a full confession.

I hope Mistress Hannah is pleased when she reads this post.

OK Rachel. To post or not to post? There's still time to delete. What's it to be? Deep breath and one ... two ... three ...