Charlotte Loses Control

You think you see a flicker of something in Charlotte’s eye as she is nursing your most recent attack, but she quickly shuts her eye and melts to the floor in a crouching position and becomes motionless, her hand covering her battered lady-bits. A faint whimper escapes her throat, blending with the sound of water, and it takes you a few seconds to determine the source.

Charlotte’s pissing herself! Or she would be, if she weren’t bare-ass naked. “My god…” “I’ve never…so sorry.” Her words come out in half-sentences, her shame overtaking her. She can barely get out a full sentence.

The stream slows to a trickle, and Charlotte removes her now urine-soaked hands from her crotch. “I’d better clean this up.” She murmurs, ashamed of the mess she’s made. “Just like we promised, I’ll pass up my next opportunity to hit you in the groin.” It’s something you couldn’t forget about, and you’re glad she’s acknowledged it. You wouldn’t want to rub salt in the wound.