Disciplinary Action/Disciplinary Office/First Week/Tihana/Office/Diaper

Despite the fact that she actually wanted the diaper, in the end you finally wound up deciding to put it on her. Technically, you probably shouldn’t have, it’s 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.

It also served to flash you back to the memories of the couple of girls yesterday you put in diapers. You even remember cumming 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, you actually gave her a good deep dicking and shot your load right up next to her cervix and left it soaking into her womb. You had finally accomplished what you had been denied with the previous two girls, and that was so incredibly satisfying.

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.

As she shifts around, you can see her diaper seems to look a little more puffy than when you put it on, and now that you are this close the smell makes it rather clear the reason is because the material had grown to absorb the urine as she had apparently wet herself during the night. You are suddenly 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 night, I’m going to have to take off your diaper.”

“Huh?” She says as you reach down and begin to remove the tape on her diaper. As you pull open the front, she grabs it right as it’s lifted away from her skin. “Noooo…” She groans.

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

“I’ll change it myself,” she says.

“I’m afraid that’s not allowed,” you tell 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 grunts a bit more seriously as she futilely tries to hold onto her diaper by only the top while you take ahold of the middle, lift her up and get it out from under her, and then rip it out of her hands leaving her covering up her hairless pussy with both hands as her face becomes very red in her shame. “Mmm..” she groans, looking away from you. “My… my privates hurt.” She says.

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

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

“Well,” you say, “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 asks, sitting up and trying to look at you, but wincing and having to look away as the light from your desk shines in her eyes.

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

“Why!?” She croaks in what is likely as loud as her painful head will allow her to speak, wincing and tears beginning to fall from her eyes as she again is 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 tell her, “you remember what sex is from your sex-ed classes, right?” With her eyes shut and her hand over her eyes, she simply shakes her head back and forth in a no answer.

“You don’t remember your sex-ed class?” You ask. She doesn’t give you an answer, all she does is 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.