Disciplinary Action/Disciplinary Office/First Week/Smoking/Burst In/Thiana/Office
“Alright, well, here’s what we’re gonna do first,” you told her, “I’m gonna walk with you, and we are going to go to my office.”
-sigh- “Fine! Whatever…” She groaned as she took up a position beside you as you kept both hands on her shoulders.
You could feel your dick straining in your pants as you pictured what you were going to do for her punishment once you got her back to your office. There was already a wet spot from all the pre-cum leaking from the tip, but you realized you had to do your best to keep up appearances for the time being.
“By the way,” you asked, “what is your name? I got the name Pearl already, how about you?” you were met with only silence from the girl, “Ok, that’s fine,” you responded, “I guess my secretary can just tell me when we get in there.”
“Alright fine! It’s Tirarwana.”
“Tiawana?” you responded, trying to make the best sense you can of the intelligibly slurred name she just gave you.
“Yeah! Hahaha!” she staggered in your grip as you continued to guide her down the hall. You doubted you got the name right, but you were sure your secretary would supply the correct name when you get to your office. “Aw shit!” the girl suddenly swore outta nowhere just a few dozen feet from your office. As you were in the middle of wondering whether or not scolding her for swearing would do you any good in her current inebriated state, you looked down and found out exactly what it was she was cursing about, as you heard liquid hitting the floor and realize it was coming from between the young girl’s legs. Urine soaked the girl’s panties, and ran down her bare thighs into her socks.
Great. Well, you supposed you would just have to call for the janitor. You could take care of the rest on the changing table in your office. Oh yes, that’s right. Due to the nature of the special discipline your office gives out, it was equipped with several unusual supplies, such as low changing tables and an assortment of diapers sized for every age, as well as diaphragms and pregnancy tests and other items better suited for the nurse’s office, in addition to a small collection of items that usually would not be appropriate for any school setting.
Once she seemed to be done, you gave her a second to stop dripping a little and then continued to encourage her to your office. When you finally got in, your secretary greeted you happily, before scrutinizing the young girl in your arms. You returned her greeting, and then so did the girl, “Hi,” she said with a wobbly voice.
“Oh in the good Lord’s name, has this child been drinking!?” she asked you.
“Yes, and she’s high as well,” you informed her, “I caught her along with three other students in the old storage room. There were several empty bottles of alcohol and she was holding a joint at the time I found her. I also have her on immoral sexual behavior with those other students, striking a teacher, namely me, and urinating in the hall. Speaking of which, we are going to need to call the janitor, she urinated while I was walking her here just outside the door.”
“Well, that’s quite extraordinary,” your secretary responded, “I guess there’s going to be a severe punishment for this, will you be wanting to call for anyone else to help with the… uhh… punishment?”
“I haven’t decided yet,” you told her, “I’ll take her to my office for now and consider what her punishment will be. For now, just call for the janitor to clean up her mess in the hall.”
Your secretary gave you a nod at this and then you dragged the staggering drunk child into your office. She was giggling as you brought her in, but she gave a bit of a strange look as she saw the changing table, which you guided her straight over to and sat her soaking wet butt down on. “So, now you’re gonna make me wear a diaper because I peed myself?” she taunted defiantly.
Well, now that she had peed herself, that was added to the list of possibilities. More than that though, you had multiple severe violations here. According to the official guidelines, at least three of those violations could justify you doing exactly what it was that you really wanted to do with this child’s nubile young body, despite the slightly off-putting nature of her drunkenness. This was it. The moment you’ve been craving since you got this job. Now, what should you do exactly?