Janets dirty games with me (part 1)

This story (all four parts of it) contains panty-shitting, shitted-panty-sniffing, (soft) female domination, some playing with shit and very young characters. It does not contain shitting in the mouth, real fucking of minors or everything else illegal in most Western countries. If you’re disgusted or offended by scat-playing or panty-pooping or something da’like, don’t read any further – you have been warned. Whether the story has really happened or is just fiction or maybe a bit of both I’ll leave to your imagination – read it as you want. One last remark: I’m no native english speaker, so maybe the language is not the very best or the most colorful and rich one, but I did my best to provide a readable and not too boring language style. And now: let’s begin with the first part.

The story happened when I was a boy about 12 or 13 years old. At school, we had a girl at class we all thought to be a little different and out of the normal – her parents being everything but rich, and she had a mind of her very own, and no one ever saw her except from school, waht might have been because she and her family lived in a small village outside. She wasn’t what one would call a model or even a beauty but not exactly ugly as well, she just looked average. One day, we all registered the whole stairhouse smelled shitty – someone had, for some unknown reason, dumped his load in a corner beyond the lower stairs. We all thought it was that girl, Janet – the teachers went into investigation but couldn’t prove she did it, in fact, they just couldn’t figure out who was it, neither could we. The shit was removed several days later. – At class, Janet was my desk neighbour, and somehow she found it amusing to tease and trick me, sometimes I just ignored her, sometimes she got me really annoyed.

On saturdays, school was always until the 4th hour for our class, after the 4th hour, we were done for the week. Other, older classes, however, had their lessons until the 6th hour, mostly things like arts, musics – and sports.

One of these saturdays, a mild but grey winter day, Janet grabbed my English book as I was packing my things together – faster than I could react.
“If you want it back you’ll have to come with me. And don’t be stupid and call the teacher to get it back – maybe then I could tear out some of the pages…”
This was a working argument since our English teacher was a very stern and strict women with a voice very unpleasant to listen to as it often got a shrieking, ear-piercing tone, especially when she became angry, no one wanted to mess it up with her, and she checked the books regularly. No student wanted to hear her seemingly endless blah-blah when she found something to be not in order, and once, a classmate had to copy-write a 1000 words text out of the book as a punishment work only for having the book a bit dirty – so you can imagine Janets treat worked well on me. After the lesson, she walked off, and I followed – I had planned to go home but she had the book. So I joined her.
“So where are we going?”
“Just wait’n see.”
We just walked up and down the floors – all our classmates had left school, only we were left, among older students who still had two hours of school to do. Finally, the bell rang to start the 5th hour. Soon the floors were empty, and Janet headed for the basement where the changing rooms for the sports lessons were. There were two of this rooms, one for the boys and one for the girls. Inside, there were no lockers, only one long double-sided bench with cloth hooks put on a rack above the bench, held by two iron bars with a diameter of about 4 cm. Except of this, there was a heating, three wash basins and two or three small windows – the rooms were situated somewhat deeper than the street outside, so there where only small windows, one could see the feet of the people going by. Of course, there was an illumination in form of fluorescent tubes.
“Fine, the basement and the changing rooms. So what?! Just give me the damned book and let me go home!”
“Sssssshhhh…! You don’t want me to rip off a page off that book, do you? So just stay calm.”
She went straight to the boys changing room.
“I always wanted to peek in the boys room”, she explained joyfully to me.
“Big deal. It’s no different from your girls room, I guess”, I answered unenthusiastically. Was that why she kept my book and stole my time, just to look inside a boys changing room?
Carefully, she opened the door and peeked in.
“Good. No one home.”
“No wonder. They’re in the gym – where else should they be? And be lucky they’re off, I bet they wouldn’t be amused to have you peeping in while they’re changing.”
“D’you really think? Maybe they would love to give me a little flash of them?”
“Don’t be such an idiot. No boy can stand a girl watching him undress or dress for sports lesson.”
“I well know you silly idiots in our class don’t – maybe they would… they are older.”
“If you think…. nice for you. So, take a good look at the empty room, give me my book, and let me get the fuck outta here.”
“What? Why? We just arrived…. and there’s no one here.”
“Yes, and that won’t change ’til the end of the 6th hour. They always do the 5th and 6th hour in one piece without a break to get out earlier, as you might know.”
“Indeed? You say…? So we have this room for us alone now…”
With that, she finally completely opened the door, waved me in and closed it behind me.
“So I have to look.”
And so she did – only to see what I had expected: clothes and bags lying on the double-sided bench and hanging on the hooks, shoes standing around.