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You put a diaper on her

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She was making very little sense before going to sleep, but she was stubborn about wanting a diaper, in the end you wound up deciding to put it on her. Technically, you probably shouldn’t have, it was supposed to be a punishment, so you should explicitly avoid doing the things she wants you to do. However, given how drunk she was, you decided in the end that it avoided more problems than it created to put it on her. And besides, now with her sober you could always torment her by taking it away again, which seemed like something you would have to do anyways, since the puffy material clearly showed she had lost control of her bladder while sleeping, and the diaper was the only thing preventing damage to the changing table and your carpet.

It also served to flash you back to the memories of the couple of girls yesterday you put in diapers. You even remember cuming on Suzy Marlow’s mons before closing up her diaper, although that was certainly a bit more than you were actually allowed to do given the minor nature of her infraction. You were definitely pushing it with that one. As for Tihana here, her transgressions were so bad you would have no problem completely defiling her, give her a good deep dicking and shoot your load right up next to her cervix to soak into her womb. Just imagining that you could finally accomplish what you had been denied with the previous two girls was so incredibly satisfying.

Well, you figured if you were punishing her for her drunkenness to such an extreme degree, you ought to make her feel the full experience of having a hangover. The school was an old building, so the light-fixtures overhead were incandescent rather than the far harsher fluorescent lights that would be present in most schools. You figured though that turning on your desk lamp and pointing it toward her ought to be enough to up the punishment appropriately. Well, the stage was set, time to wake her. You figured she had slept enough, and it most certainly could not be good for her to continue sleeping in her own urine.

You gently nudged her arm and lightly shook her. “Hey,” you said, resulting in her slowly stirring awake, “hey!” you said with another nudge.

“Mmmm…” she groaned, holding her arm over her eyes, “my head hurts.”

“You’ve got a hangover,” you told her.

“A whaaa…?” she responded.

“It’s what happens when you drink a lot of alcohol, I found you in the store room, drinking. Remember?”

“Mmmm…” she groaned, “oh yeah…” she said in a soft voice.

As she shifted around, you could see her diaper was indeed a little more puffy than when you put it on, and now that you were this close, the smell made it rather clear the reason was because the material had grown to absorb the urine as she had apparently wet herself during the day. You were certainly glad you put that on her, it would be a bit of a mess to have that all over the changing table and potentially on the floor as well.

“Looks like you wet yourself during the day, I’m going to have to take off your diaper.”

“Huh?” she said as you reached down and began to remove the tape on her diaper. As you pulled open the front, she grabbed it right as it was lifted away from her skin, “noooo…” she groaned.

“Tihana, it’s wet, you can’t leave this on,” you told her.

“I’ll change it myself,” she said.

“I’m afraid that’s not allowed,” you told her, “girls who have a diaper punishment are not allowed to remove their own diaper or put another one on without an adult’s assistance. That’s part of the punishment. And besides, who said anything about changing it? I just said I’m going to be taking that one.”

“Noooo!” she grunted a bit more seriously as she futilely tried to hold onto her diaper by only the top while you took ahold of the middle, lifted her up and got it out from under her, and then ripped it out of her hands, leaving her covering up her hairless pussy with both hands as her face became very red in her shame, “mmmmm…” she groaned, looking away from you, “my… my privates hurt,” she said.

“That’s because you were also raped earlier before you passed out,” you told her, “do you remember that?”

Her only response was to slowly shake her head in the negative.

“Well,” you said, “that was also part of your punishment for being drunk, so if you don’t remember, then I’m going to have to do it again.”

“D… does that mean you’re gonna touch my privates?” she asked, sitting up and trying to look at you, but wincing and having to look away as the light from your desk shone in her eyes.

“Of course,” you said, unbuckling your pants and pulling out your dick as you approached her, “if I’m gonna rape you, I’m going to really be touching your privates a lot.”

“Why!?” she croaked in what was likely as loud as her painful head would allow her to speak, wincing and tears beginning to fall from her eyes as she again was unable to look at you due to the light, “what does rape mean!? Whad’re you going to do?”

“Rape means that someone has sex with you without you wanting them to,” you told her, “you remember what sex is from your sex-ed classes, right?” with her eyes shut and her hand over her eyes, she simply shook her head back and forth in a no answer.

“You don’t remember your sex-ed class?” you asked. She didn’t give you an answer, all she did was hold her head and roll up in a ball on your changing table.

• Continue to educate her with some hands-on instruction.
• Just start fucking her, she’ll figure it out.