Disciplinary Action/Disciplinary Office/First Week/Diya/Light/Pajamas/Classroom
You came to the realization as you were on your way out the door that you had not managed to actually find out anything about the bullies. At any rate, you figure you can just get caught up on that later. For now, you simply lead Diya out, saying goodbye to Ms. Varano, who gets a weary glare from your little companion, and then you make your way out to the hall. By now the halls are mostly empty, although there is still a little bit of residual activity outside. Most of the 2 short busses that serve the town by commuting the kids who live furthest from school have already left, and the kids who walk home seem to have mostly dispersed.
You take a quick stop by Diya's classroom to retrieve her books, getting a rather positive greeting from her 7th-grade teacher. "Oh hello, Mr. Gardiner!" She crows as she comes on over to you. "So, did you... enjoy your time with my student?" She asks, casting a knowing grin over in Diya's direction, getting an embarrassed reaction from her. You remember this teacher, she practically had an orgasm in the hall just because she mistakenly thought you might be calling her out to help with a punishment.
"Don't get too excited Ms. er..."
"Walton." She supplies.
"Ms. Walton." You finish your previous sentence, handing her Diya's note. "I didn't do anything like what you seem to be thinking with her."
"Oh," she responded, "so THAT'S why she was called. Well, if either she or her sister give you reason to go farther in the future, I'm sure you'll enjoy it quite a bit knowing their background and all." You can clearly see out the corner of your eye Diya is becoming very uncomfortable as this teacher talks. You figure you should probably go soon.
"Well, we'll see when the time comes Ms. Walton," you say to her. "I've got to get young Diya to her sister now to complete her punishment though. You take care."
"Oh, I will Mr. Gardiner, and feel free to give me a call if you ever need any help with one of the students!"
You exchanged goodbyes, and then you were out the door. "I think that teacher also likes to have sex with little kids," Diya mumbles when you are safely out of ear-shot of the classroom. You have no response and just continue walking on quietly, but it seems like Diya's not done talking yet. "She always likes to try to be seductive," she says, "she acts like my aunts do with a customer whenever she teaches a class." Aunts? Oh, she's probably talking about the other prostitutes at the brothel. You noticed that from her as well when you had peaked into her classroom.
There are still a few kids lagging behind and fooling around as you cross the parking lot to where your car is parked, but with the staff parking spaces pretty near the door, you left from they hardly even seem to notice the girl dressed like a bear leaving the building. Diya jumps into your passenger seat, looking a little out of place as she buckles up and her eyes start wandering around your car. "This is old," she says. It's true, you got this old thing at a bargain, it was 20 years old at least and it had a musty smell that made you think the previous owner likely had dogs in here. It was a reliable old car though, and it got you where you needed to go.
A short time later, you were arriving at your sister's house. You got to leave early, so you clearly arrived well ahead of your sister. The driveway is empty, but you know Luana is inside with your girls. "Alright, here we are," you tell Diya. She looks up at the place somewhat nervously, looking a little like a zombie.
"S... so, Luana's in there?" She asks.
"Mmm.. Hmm." You respond, getting out of the car. Diya nervously slips out as well, looking a lot younger than her actual age of 12 as she makes such halting and hesitating movements while dressed in that cute little bear outfit. It actually almost creates the illusion that she really is of kindergarten age. She staggers over closer to you, looking very unsure of herself. She made sure she was within arm's reach of you as you approached the front door and, like the little kid she was dressed as, kept having her eyes wander over every little thing in the area.
You finally got to the door and knocked, and there was a quick response of "Comming!" from an older girl as you would have expected. There were some little chirps of "who's that?" Audible from the background, and a moment later the pink haired girl who was in your office earlier today pulls open the door. She looks from you to the girl standing next to you, and then the little bear cub immediately launches herself into her big sister's stomach and wraps her arms around her.
"Hey Diya!" She says, and then looks up to you. "Ms. Moor told me you would be coming, she told me about the pajamas too. Come on in!"
"You also left before I could give you this," you said, holding up the two notes for both her and her sister as you make your way in.
"Yeah, well, you know." She comments before being interrupted by cries of "Uncle John!" "Uncle Johhhhn!" as a thunderstorm of feet come tramping through the house. The two girls dressed identically in red dresses arrive in the entry-way just as you're managing to close the door.
"Hey! Luana said that you took her underwear, is that true?"
"Uhh... that.." You sputter.
"Yeah! She says she had to give you her underwear caus she was being bad at school! Do they really take your underwear when you're bad?" The other twin said.
"We don't wear underwear!" Said the 1st.
"Yeah!"
At this, the two make a display that shocks you and makes Luana's face contort in embarrassment as she looks frantically between you and the twins as they both pull up the front of their dresses revealing the truth of their statement as they display their very naked pussies to everyone present.
"Uhh.. uhh... yeah, umm..." Luana sputters. "Ms. Moor, umm... clothing is optional in this house."
"Yeah! We don't gotta wear our dresses either! But we will caus it's getting colder right now."
- Yeah, you were aware of that.
- OMG What!? Your sister's a nudist!? Request Foalpoots (talk) 05:04, 6 October 2017 (CEST)