Disciplinary Action/Disciplinary Office/First Week/Smoking/Burst In/Thiana/Office/Interrogate
“You’re already in enough trouble, young lady,” you told her, forcing her to look at you, “so you better drop the attitude unless you want to leave naked and covered in your own pee, like the drunk you are.”
You could see a glimpse of surprise in her drunken expression at your harsh tone, but apparently not even that managed to enter her drunken mind, since she just laughed at you, “Diapers! you said naked… diapers are not naked.”
“Enough!” you screamed at her, trying to force some adrenaline into her to clear her mind, “you better start by telling me the names of the kids with you in the storeroom, or you’re really going to regret it,” along with your words, you forcefully dragged her to the changing table, dropped her there on her back and flipped her skirt up, and got a hand over her drenched panties, squeezing her mons without delicacy, “have you let them do this to you?”
“Noooo! That’s… privates!” she complained, trying to push you away and close her legs.
“Then start talking! Who did you do this with?” you continued the assault, forcing her legs open and forcefully pulling her panties down. You could feel the wet cloth ripping before you finally managed to get them off her.
“Go away!” she cried, but you could see the change in her attitude, her defiance being replaced by fear and shame, “you can’t… no one should… my privates!”
“Are you telling me the boys in the storeroom hadn’t done this to you?” you asked, while you forced her legs open and roughly touched her naked mons and pee-stained pussy.
“Noooo! Pweese stop!” she cried, and while she still continued to try and close her legs, her resistance was getting weaker.
“Sure…” you answered sarcastically, taking the opportunity to insert a finger into her. She jerked back at the intrusion, and you were honestly surprised when your finger encountered the thin membrane that represented her virginity, apparently she had been telling the truth about that, “ok, how about this?” you suggested, “If you tell me who the other kids were in that room with you, I will stop touching your privates like this and put a diaper on you,” as though to drive in your point, you rubbed your fingers over her puffy labia at this point, kneading them against her pelvic bone and repeatedly pulling them apart to re-expose her vagina.
“Allwright! Pweese stop!” she said half in tears, “it… it was Matt, Liliana, and August.” Liliana? So the girl wasn’t that Pearl she had already mentioned. Now that you’ve had time to think about it, you had actually seen Pearl before and gave her a punishment, she did not look a thing like the girl you saw in the store room.
“So you mean you were lying to me before when you said the girl was Pearl?” you asked, still playing with her pussy lips.
“Yes! Please stop!”
“How about some of their last names before that?”
“I don’t know!”
“Well, if you want your diaper, you’re gonna have to earn it,” you told her, “Which one was August? Was he the boy on the mat doing naughty things with Liliana?” you began pushing your finger into her vagina and rubbing her hymen as you pushed her like this.
“No!”
“So he was the one watching them with you?”
Her answer was only to nod at you with her tear-filled face. You supposed that’s probably enough to go on. You thought you could probably get the last names for the two teens from your secretary. You got up and wrote down what you did have of the names and then…