Disciplinary Action/Disciplinary Office/First Week/Running/Office/All Girls
“Ok, that’s great!” you said to Mrs. Varano, “I think I can handle the girls, but it would be great for you to take the boy here.”
“Sure thing!” she said with a knowing smile. After that, you lead the girls into your office. The blond girl was not wailing, or really even sobbing anymore, but she was still sniffling and furiously wiping her eyes as she followed the other two girls in behind you. Something about the blond girl crying so wildly before and still showing the signs of it seems to be throwing the other two off their guard because they seem nowhere near as frightened as the other kids you saw sent here. Rather, they just seemed to be casting occasional judgmental glances over toward her.
Well then, your intention setting out for this was to get into some more girls’ panties, and with the disrespect they showed you in the hall you have every excuse to do exactly that. It’s no longer in the area of a small infractions, this is now in the medium territory, so there’s a lot more you can get away with. Hell, since they’re in 3rd grade and below, you could even legitimately get away with doing exactly the same as you did somewhat less legitimately with Suzy Marlow earlier this morning.
Well whatever you’re going to do with them, you have your options but there’s one thing that comes first no matter what it is. “Alright, all of you, take your underwear off,” you told them, getting confused glances from all of them. “don’t make me repeat myself, or your punishment is going to get worse,” they were young enough that they didn’t have to wear school uniforms yet, but this town being what it is all three of them were wearing dresses and skirts, and all at once they all reached under their skirts and began pushing their underwear down to the floor and stepping out of them.
“Are you gonna spank us?” the blond girl’s friend asked, stepping out of her underpants and leaving them on the floor.
“No, he’s gonna make us wear diapers.” the older girl said, “he came to our class yesterday and talked about it.” Come to think of it, you did recognize this girl a little. She was a little cutie in the front row when you went to your sister’s class.
“Were gonna haveta wear diapers!!?” the blond girl’s friend exclaims, “I’m not a baby!”
“That’s the point of the punishment,” you spoke up, “you’re supposed to feel embarrassed because you’re being treated like a baby. What you did is a little worse than what gets you the punishment with the diapers though, we might have to think of something a little more serious than that.”
“Wh… what are you gonna do to us?” the blond girl questioned, having gotten enough control over herself to speak.