Unfortunately for Brian, this now left his tiny little pen-is exposed, and the one inch appendage protruded from his crotch like a small, smooth cap. Having grown up with what is known in the medical profession as a micro pen-is, Brian was mortified to have it suddenly revealed to someone other than his mother.
Mrs. Sterne took one look at it and then up to Brian's blushing red face, her look saying everything about how pathetic she saw him as a budding adult.
With deliberation, she pulled him over her firm lap, even as Brian continued desperately to deny his guilt.
Unfortunately in her haste, Mrs. Sterne had quite forgotten to close the door and now, anyone walking down the hallway was free to stop and watch as Brian got his sissy bottom paddled. Belatedly realizing it himself, he pointed at the open door and stammered a string of incoherent words just as Mrs. Sterne raised her paddle and brought it down with a loud, terrific impact. Brian's soft, lily-white cheeks flattened under the ferocity of her harsh swat and his mouth opened in shock and pain. By the second swat, he'd found his voice and he howled in agony with each succeeding slap of of the paddle. It bit his tender flesh cruelly, and Brian kicked his feet wildly, unable to escape his humiliating and painful punishment.
Outside, two students heard the commotion and they stopped outside the doorway to watch the spectacle.
Needless to say, Brian was helpless to do anything about it, and Mrs. Sterne continued to smack his bottom soundly, even as he wailed at the top of his lungs. Hot, salty tears tumbled down his face as he cried like a baby.
It was true, his mom spanked him at home, but this was on a whole different level.
As the hard oak left painful, dark red marks and welts on his bottom, Brian's frantic kicking was inhibited by the wet pull-up tangled around his ankles.
As the spanking continued, the two students outside were soon joined by another pair, and then another. To be sure, word of this humiliating punishment would soon be spread to every student throughout the school.
Just when Brian was hoping she was finally finished, Mrs. Sterne would give him a flurry of rapid fire smacks that had him shrieking in agony. Although she had done a very thorough job of peppering the face of his bottom and turning it to a glowing red, she now gave her vengeful attention to the pink sides of his buns, smacking and swatting the area until it matched the hot, angry color of his seat.
At long last, the terrible spanking was over and his Principal set the paddle down on her desk with a clatter.
Brian was too weak to get up on his own, and Mrs. Sterne was surprisingly gentle about lifting him to his feet. Dancing in place, his hand shot down to his crotch, to try and cover the embarrassing stub of his pen-is from the leering teens out in the hallway. Tears streamed down his face, and Mrs. Sterne rose to her intimidating height of six feet, towering over the bawling student.
“Have you learned your lesson, Mr. Kimble?” she snapped without a trace of sympathy.
Brian nodded his head vigorously.
“Y-yes, Ma'am,” he blubbered between sobs.
Taking a moment to go over and close the door in the faces of the gathered students, she cleared off her tidy desk and opened a cupboard nearby. Brian bent over and was about to bring his pull-up back in place when Mrs. Sterne stopped him.
“Nope. You're not wearing wet pull-ups in my school the rest of the day. I've got something here that's better suited for you that will work just fine.”
Brian watched aghast as she arranged three thick cloth diapers, one on top of each other. He could see that their combined thickness would more than double what he was used to wearing but with his bottom on fire, he was terrified to stand up to Mrs. Sterne or oppose her.
Turning back to him, she pulled his shorts and wet underwear off from around his ankles and set them aside. Taking his hand, she led him over to the desk where she situated him on the stack of soft, fluffy cotton. Brian couldn't help but notice the thicker center of the diapers that looked like it contained a soaker section sewn down its length.
After powdering him generously, she pulled the bulky layers of cloth up and pinned the sides securely around his narrow hips. Brian whimpered and sniffled, feeling sorry for himself but otherwise doing nothing to stop her.
“I'm going to tell your mommy that she should be putting you in diapers and rubber panties for school. It's obvious that you failed Potty Training 101 and those pull-ups simply aren't going to cut it,” she told him in her firm, no-nonsense tone.
Returning to the cupboard, Mrs. Sterne brought back a yellow pair of nursery print-themed plastic panties. Brian sobbed as she pulled them over his feet and then up his legs, tugging and working with them to fit it over his big, embarrassing diapers.
“There, these will keep your wetting where it belongs,” she said as she ran her fingers around the elastic waistband, ensuring all of the soft cotton was contained inside the waterproof baby panties.
Dumping his wet pull-ups in the waste basket, she handed his shorts to him before taking a seat at her desk.
With practiced movements, she wrote a quick note and instructed him in no uncertain terms to give it to his mother when he got home. Brian began crying again as he imagined the reaction his mother would have when she found out what had happened at school today. He was sure he'd be taking a trip over her lap as well!
Pulling his shorts on, he quickly discovered they just barely fit over his new diapers and while he could just get the snap at the waist closed, the zipper was quite impossible to bring up, even a fraction of an inch.
With a sob of defeat, he realized that for the rest of the day, everyone would be getting a grand view of his babyish diapers, proving just how big a sissy he really was.
THE END
Topic: A Trip to the Principal's Office (Read 790 times)
