All of a sudden, in walks a group of a dozen or so, college-aged young ladies, and all very attractive.
Blushing bright red, you rush to hide behind some furniture, causing the girls to laugh and giggle.
"Awwwe," cooes a short, busty, redhead, "Baby's all shy and embawassed!"
The other girls burst out laughing, and you just hide your bright red face, the shame so great now, that a tear runs from your eye. You want to tell her to shut up, but the stupid pacifier prevents any communication.
A moment later, an older woman, probably in her 40, comes walking in. She is tall and beautiful, with an air of authority, about her.
"Now, now, girls, let's not patronize the little one."
She then turns her attention to you.
"And as for you, come now. I understand you having cold feet in your position, but it's time to buck up, so we can get on with class!"
'CLASS???' you think, scowling at her. Right now, you are SO angry with her, and whoever has done this to you..!
"Now see here, Baby Boy! Don't you get an attitude with me, YOU signed up for this position, and as your contract states, there's no back out, once the program begins."
You look away from her for a moment, and over to the group of waiting girls, all of which, are grinning at you. Some of them now start making gestures, such as blowing kisses, and winking, or waving at you. This just causes you further anger and embarrassment, and you turn your face away from the teacher and students.
"Need I remind you, that your contract also states that part of your role as designated Baby for our class, includes proper disciplinary action, where needed. We were planning on beginning with proper diaper changing procedure, but if need be, we can just as well start with punishment and discipline."
This news really shocks you, and you look up at her in surprise, causing more giggles from the girls, and a smile from the teacher.
"Oh, I see I got Baby's attention. Good. Now then, I am gonna count to 5, and I'd better see your wet, little diapered butt lying on that table over there, or else you'll soon find it bared and over my knee.
"ONE...."
You wonder for a brief moment, how she even knows you've wet your diaper,
"TWO...."
But that doesn't matter right now. You quickly way your options, glancing briefly past the girls, to the waiting gate. Did they lock it? Even if you did escape, where would you go?
"THREE...?
On Second though, maybe being pampered and cared for by such a sexy group of beauties, wouldn't be so bad, after all. Either way, you'd better make your choice, quickly....
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