She drinks the glasses of water and then stands in the corner.

The whispered command. “Don't move from this spot.”

The urge builds. She jiggles and dances, hopping from one foot to the other.

She's never done this… Ever. She’s never lost control but she really needs to go.

Desperate now, the first dribble escapes. The wet patch forms.

She stares in panic.

Her face blushes red as more flows out, soaking her panties and running down her legs.

They both hear the pee dripping on the wooden floor as the smell hits their nostrils.

“Good girl.”

Another boundary broken.