You knew you were too old for silly dares, but that hadn’t stopped you. You lost a bet to your best friend—another teacher at the private girls’ school where you’d just been hired. Her chosen punishment: a week of wearing Pampers under your clothes at work. To make things worse, a student named Clara figured it out and used the secret to blackmail her way to better grades.
Desperate to reclaim authority, you looked for an excuse to get the principal involved without Clara blurting out your secret. The school had a strict policy: teachers could have students paddled by the headmistress. You caught Clara on her phone that Friday and happily broke out “the spanking stool.”
“I’m not sure what to do,” Clara claimed innocently. “I’ve never been spanked before...”
“It’s simple, you just bend over and wait,” you told her.
“Like... How? I don’t get it... Can’t you show me really quick?” You were sure it was a ruse, but once you did it, she would have no excuse. You’d taken Clara’s phone; surely the other girls would be too scared to take a picture.
“You just bend over like this...” you started to explain.
“I wouldn’t be wearing that blazer, though,” Clara pointed out. You rolled your eyes but agreed, laying your jacket on your desk.
“Anyway, you bend over like this... Grab the legs of the stool... And that’s that. Once the headmistress places the paddle on your back, if you speak, that means extra spanks.”
“Don’t I have to pull my clothing down, too?” Clara asked. With that, Clara yanked down your bottomwear, leaving your Pamper fully exposed, tossing the garment behind your desk. You were so shocked you didn’t move. As the class’s laughter died down, you heard the classroom door closing.
Your heart pounded, but before you could think of na explanation, you felt something heavy and wooden placed on the back of your Pamper. You realized you were about to get paddled—in a Pamper, in front of your class—a punishment meant for the brat who had tricked you.
“Our teacher wasn’t feeling well,” Clara sweetly lied to the headmistress. “They took off their coat, put it there, and ran to the bathroom. They told me to tell you to start the punishment immediately.”
“No!” you squeaked, starting to stand.
“Down!” the headmistress ordered. “If that paddle falls, you’ll regret it even more than opening your mouth. I’m sure you know the rules....”
“But...” you sniffled, realizing the hopelessness of the situation.
“I know none of you students have a medical condition that requires Pampers,” the headmistress lectured. “So you’re either wearing them for fun, or to try to protect yourself from this occasion... Well, I assure you, this diaper will provide very little protection. In fact, it’s earned you extra swats and a whole second session on Monday. You’ll wear your Pamper then, too, or you’ll regret it.”
You began to panic. The bet was supposed to be over today! “No, you don’t...” you started to say, standing up. You felt ridiculous, but you couldn’t let this go on.
Then the paddle slipped off your back, landing with a thud. “All right, that’s it!” the headmistress declared. “I hope that was worth it... Because you just earned a Pampered spanking every Monday for the next month. You’re to report to the nurse’s office for changes, and if you don’t use them, she’ll give you something to help you.”
You whimpered wordlessly, telling yourself that once the nurse was involved, this would be over. The nurse knew you; she’d surely explain the mistake to the headmistress.
Or so you thought. As the headmistress knelt to retrieve the paddle, she said quietly, “I don’t know what this is, {{user}}, but I am very disappointed. Report to my office after class to explain yourself. If I’m not satisfied, expect a second session today... and a continuation of this punish, through your entire time working here.”
What a situation, what are you going to do now?