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“I told you, it's because I’m gonna rape you.” You say in an even and almost casual tone as though answering a child’s questions about why the sky is blue or something. She really does seem to be far more embarrassed by nudity, hers and yours alike, than she is afraid of the prospect of being raped. | “I told you, it's because I’m gonna rape you.” You say in an even and almost casual tone as though answering a child’s questions about why the sky is blue or something. She really does seem to be far more embarrassed by nudity, hers and yours alike, than she is afraid of the prospect of being raped. | ||
*[[Disciplinary Action/Disciplinary Office/First Week/Tihana/Exposed/Watch|You should force her to watch]] | *[[Disciplinary Action/Disciplinary Office/First Week/Tihana/Exposed/Watch|You should force her to watch.]] | ||
*[[Disciplinary Action/Disciplinary Office/First Week/Tihana | *[[Disciplinary Action/Disciplinary Office/First Week/Tihana/Educate|You should give her a refresher sex-ed course while you rape her.]] | ||
*[[Disciplinary Action/Disciplinary Office/First Week/Tihana/ | *[[Disciplinary Action/Disciplinary Office/First Week/Tihana/Rape|Just go ahead and get your rocks off in her pussy, this hyper-shy innocence thing is pretty sexy.]] | ||
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She had gone into her punishment apparently presuming a diaper would be the worst of her troubles in response to her infractions. She was quite boisterous and defiant at first, but the moment you exposed her hairless vulva to the air she seemed to clam up and become quite ashamed. She began begging you to put a diaper on her, but of course since this was meant to be a punishment you were not going to give her the thing she was asking for.
You began to notice something else as you got close to her. There was a rather heavy smell of ammonia in the air, and soon you realized there was a small amount of liquid in the groove of the changing table. You quickly checked around the sides, and fortunately, it doesn't seem that any of it got down into the carpet, but it seems at some point over the day she had wet herself again. She had emptied her bladder in the hall when you were bringing her here too. Well, alcohol did do that to you, it was a diuretic, so it made you need to pee a lot more. It seems her lack of consciousness resulted in her wetting herself in her sleep, and since you had denied her of the diaper she had wanted she was now sleeping in her own piss. It was only her underwear and her shoes and socks that had gotten wet before, but now it seems her shirt, skirt, and hair had become victims as well. Well, if she hadn't liked having her pussy exposed before, you can only imagine how she's going to feel when you strip her completely naked.
Well, you figure if you are punishing her for her drunkenness to such an extreme degree, you ought to make her feel the full experience of having a hangover. It is an old building, so the light-fixtures overhead are incandescent rather than the far harsher fluorescent lights that would be present in most schools. You figure though that turning on your desk lamp and pointing it toward her ought to be enough to up the punishment appropriately. Well, the stage is set, time to wake her. You figure she's slept enough, and it most certainly cannot be good for her to continue sleeping in her own urine.
You gently nudge her arm and lightly shake her. “Hey,” you say, resulting in her slowly stirring awake. “Hey!” You say with another nudge.
“Mmmm…” she groans, holding her arm over her eyes. “My head hurts.”
“You’ve got a hangover,” you tell her.
“A whaaa….?” she responds.
“It’s what happens when you drink a lot of alcohol, I found you in the store room, drinking. Remember?”
“Mmmm…” she groans. “Oh yeah….” she says in a soft voice.
“You peed all over yourself while you were asleep,” you tell her, “I’m going to have to take your shirt off.” Her response is to give another groan as you lift the garment up and over her head. The look on her face says she’s hesitant at first, but when you get up to her arm-pits she obediently lifts her arms and allows you to strip her, giving you a view of her lightly puffy beginnings of breasts. They can hardly even be called breasts yet, but you can see where they are beginning to develop, and you wonder for a moment why it is that she doesn’t have a training bra yet. At any rate, the sight is definitely making you hard. “Skirt too,” you announce, reaching down to pull that off as well. She does lift her bum and allows you to take it off, but after that, she immediately looks like she regrets it.
“Wh.. wher’r my underwear.” She whimpers as she rolls over onto her side laying back in her own pee, now completely naked as she curls up into a ball.
“You peed in those as well, I had to take those off before I punished you. Do you remember what I did to punish you?”
“MMmmmm… a spanking?” She groans, covering her eyes against the light.
“No,” you say, “I raped you. Do you know what rape means?”
With a groan and without moving her arm from her eyes, the naked 11-year-old curled up on your changing table simply shook her head in the negative.
“It means having sex with someone who doesn’t want to have sex.” You tell her. “You know what sex is, right?”
Again, she shook her head in the negative, but she seemed to become tense and curl up into a tighter ball in response to this.
“I heard you had sex ed in fourth grade here,” you tell her, “you’re in sixth grade now, didn’t you pay attention?”
“Mmmm…” She groans again, “it was too embarrassing.” Well, that strikes you as an interesting response, but it does fit a little bit with how she was reacting before. “Umm..” she whimpers, “are there any girl teachers?” She asks this, once again shifting her legs to try and obscure more of her naked body, drawing them into a tighter ball and attempting to position her ankles over her exposed lower parts.
“Well,” you respond, “Ms. Varano hasn’t gone home yet, and she said she will be staying till we’re done here, but if you want me to leave then that’s not happening. This is all part of your punishment for drinking all that alcohol. Also, since you don’t seem to remember your punishment, I’m probably going to have to rape you again.”
“Mmm…” She groans in a non-committal acknowledgement. She really doesn’t seem to have any idea about the terms you’re using, you literally said to her that you were about to rape her, and she seems quite unconcerned.
You take your pants down, letting your dick spring free. She glances down for a moment as you crouch down in front of the changing table, getting ready to repeat her punishment from earlier in the day. At about this point, she does a double take, obviously shocked that you would have your penis out, and then claps both her hands over her eyes.
“Wh… why’re you naked too?” She asks.
“I told you, it's because I’m gonna rape you.” You say in an even and almost casual tone as though answering a child’s questions about why the sky is blue or something. She really does seem to be far more embarrassed by nudity, hers and yours alike, than she is afraid of the prospect of being raped.