Disciplinary Action/Disciplinary Office/First Week/Diya/Light/End
A knock on the door made you look up from your desk. It was early, really early in the day. You had come in before most other staff since you had left the day before to take Diya home. Wondering who could it be, since Mrs. Varano would either come in without knocking or call you over the intercom, you went over and opened the door.
An adorable little bear greeted you, as Diya quickly got inside your office. Her face was flushed and she was breathing hard, probably from running all the way from the entrance to your office.
“Are you Ok?” you asked her.
She just nodded, leaning against your desk to catch her breath. It downed on you that you had forced the girl to come to school still in pajamas, so she had come as early as possible to avoid being teased about it. In hindsight, you should have let her take her uniform home to avoid further bullying.
“Sorry about that,” you apologized, “I wasn’t thinking—”
“It’s fine, nobody saw me,” said the girl, giving you a shy smile. In that bear suit, she really appeared much younger than 12. Suddenly she launched herself at your arms, hugging your middle section, and you couldn’t help a smile as you returned the hug. In the back of your mind you were amazed that no dirty thought clouded this moment, “I wanted to thank you, anyways,” she said, still hugging you, “I don’t remember the last time I actually felt good about coming to school.”
You patted her head a few times, letting her hug die out, and then moved to you cabinet. “Well, don’t let me keep you from a good school day,” you said as you retrieved her uniform, “you can use the bathroom to change,” you told her, handing her the hanger.
Diya didn’t move to take it from you, she just stood there, her face down and bitting her lip.
“Is something wrong?”
“No… It’s just…” she looked at you and you noticed how red her face was, “part of the punishment is to change in front of you, right?”
“Well, yes… but you don’t have to do that—”
“Would it make you happy if I did?” she sputtered, interrupting you.
“You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with,” you assured her with a smile.
“I want to thank you, so… let me do this, please.”
You just raised your eyebrows and put her uniform down. If she really wanted to give you a show, who were you to stop her. Smiling you sat down on your desk and signaled to her to proceed.
Diya shot you a happy smile that lit her face up, and then she started to dance. That was a weird sight, seeing the girl in a cute bear outfit moving side to side and shaking her hips while her hands ran down her body. It was way more cute than sexy, and you just couldn’t stop smiling.
Then she started to remove the pajamas. First she found the zipper on the front and slowly brought it down while moving. Then she slowly opened the garment, giving you the first sight of her skin underneath, and pushed her hands inside, caressing her body directly, without giving you any direct line of sight. Your smile by now had frozen, since that had certainly upped up the sexiness factor.
With a sudden movement of her whole upper body, Diya arched her back and dropped the upper part of the pajamas, exposing her bra-covered breasts to your sight. They weren’t big, in fact they were just the size you loved, but with her back arched, they were showcased in an extremely erotic pose. As Diya straigthen herself, her hands just let go of the lower part of the pajamas, that slid down her legs, showing her developing hips and panty covered groin. Once more the was she flexed her hips made the pose weirdly enticing.
Diya kept that pose for a moment, and you realized she was done and was waiting for your appraisal. Without thinking you started clapping, and with that Diya stood straight and bowed in a very professional way. When she rose again she was smiling brightly, even under her heavy blush.
“That was very nice, Diya,” you congratulate her, handing her the uniform once more.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t be more sexy,” she said, this time taking the uniform and quickly getting into it, “I wanted to wear sexy underwear, but I was afraid someone would see it and… send me back here,” she said.
You had to agree with that, if would have been problematic if she was send for using non-regulation underwear the same day she had finished her punishment. “You’re a very sexy girl, Diya,” you assured her, and you weren’t lying, “did your aunts taught you those moves?”
She smiled and blushed even harder, “Mother, mostly,” she said almost inaudibly, “but the routine is a cheerleader routine… just without removing the clothes,” she amended.
Ok, you really needed to go see the cheerleaders, now if you could just get to punish all at the same time, watching them perform while you filled their bellies with your babies…
“Thanks for everything, and I…” said Diya, snapping you out of your fantasy, “I’ll try to talk to you latter… John.”
With that the fully clothed and completely chaste girl got out of your office, letting you alone and wondering if you had heard her right.