Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
“I’m sorry, Michael,” Georgette was saying, her voice soft and contrite. “I didn’t mean to be so mean to Sarah. It just slipped out.”
Michael shook his head. “That’s not good enough, Georgette. You know better than to speak to others that way. I’m afraid you’ve earned yourself a punishment.”
I watched, transfixed, as Michael led Georgette to a wooden bench. He bent her over it, then lifted her skirt to reveal lacy white panties. My breath caught as he slowly lowered them, exposing her bare bottom.
“Since you insist on acting like a naughty little girl,” Michael said, his voice firm, “that’s exactly how I’m going to treat you.”
He began to spank her, his hand landing with sharp cracks that made Georgette yelp and squirm. I found myself leaning forward in my chair, unable to look away. The pink handprints blooming on Georgette’s pale skin were mesmerizing.
After thoroughly reddening her bottom, Michael helped Georgette stand. To my shock, he then produced what looked like an adult-sized diaper.
“Step in,” he commanded.
Georgette’s face flamed as she obeyed, lifting first one foot, then the other. Michael pulled the diaper up, securing it snugly around her waist. He rolled her skirt up and tucked it above her hips so that it would stay put.
“Now,” Michael said, his voice stern but not unkind, “you’re going to stand in the corner for fifteen minutes this way, and think about what you’ve done. And Georgette? I know you had a big glass of water with lunch. You are not to use the toilet. If you need to relieve yourself, you’ll do it in your diaper like the naughty little girl you are.”
Georgette’s eyes widened in horror. “But Michael, you… I… I can’t…”
Suddenly it was two weeks earlier, in my head, and I was saying the same thing to Stuart. I can’t.
But it’s true. I… I…
But I had. I had bent over, and Stuart had ‘inspected’ me, and I had gotten more turned on than I had ever been in my life.
“You can and you will,” Michael said firmly. “Unless you’d prefer another spanking?”
Georgette shook her head quickly. “No, sir,” she whispered.
I watched, transfixed, as Georgette shuffled to the corner, the bulky diaper visible making her waddle a little. She stood there, shifting from foot to foot, her discomfort evident.
As the minutes ticked by, Georgette’s fidgeting increased. She pressed her thighs together, bouncing slightly on her toes. The camera moved from her slightly bulging backside to a side view of her pink face. She worried her lower lip between her teeth. She shifted her weight from foot to foot. I found myself leaning forward, my own thighs clenched tight, hands balled into fists atop them.
For the first time—so distracted had I gotten by the unfolding action on the screen—I noticed a number in the upper right of the screen. As I looked, it went from 7 to 8. With a shudder I realized it must represent Georgette’s arousal.
“Michael,” Georgette whimpered after what seemed an eternity, “please… I really need to go.”
“Then go,” Michael replied calmly. “That’s what your diaper is for.”
The number in the upper right of the screen changed to 9.
Georgette let out a soft sob. “I can’t… it’s too embarrassing.”
“You should have thought of that before you were mean to Sarah,” Michael said. “Now be a good girl and use your diaper.”
I watched, barely breathing, as Georgette’s face contorted. She bit her lip hard, her whole body trembling with the effort of holding back. Then, with a gasp, she sagged slightly.
The camera zoomed in, showing a wet patch spreading on the fabric of the diaper between Georgette’s legs. The girl’s face became a mask of mortification, but as she continued to empty her bladder, something else crept into her expression. Her cheeks flushed pink, her lips parted, and her eyes took on a glazed look.
The number went to 10. Georgette was wet down there in more than one way.
Even worse, I became acutely aware of my own body’s response. An insistent throbbing had taken up residence between my thighs. My nipples had hardened, clearly visible through my bra and my blouse. I squeezed my legs together, trying desperately to quell the ache.
I can’t watch any more of this, I thought frantically. I jabbed at the remote, closing the video feed.
CHAPTER 9
Melissa
I hurried back to my desk, my legs unsteady beneath me. As I sank into my chair, I became terribly aware of a damp patch in my own underwear. My breath came in short, sharp pants as I tried to regain my composure.
I sat there, staring blankly at my monitor, for a long time. I tried desperately to refocus on work. I tried to push the lingering arousal from what I had just witnessed way, way down in my mind.
I couldn’t: my cheeks burned with shame as I helplessly replayed the scene in my mind—Georgette’s mortification as she wet herself, the unmistakable signs of her reluctant arousal. And my own shameful response to it all.