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Diaper U: Chapter Four
🕑 Added 2022-07-16 00:37:56 +0000 UTCContains: Spanking, Wetting, Messing, Humiliation
Daniel felt eyes burn into the back of his neck.
He almost wondered if it was the result of a spell, something Rachel had cooked up to specifically bring out discomfort in him, but that had to be a flight of his imagination. She didn’t need magic to make him uncomfortable. All she had to do was stare.
The presentation dragged on. A couple different teachers with tenure got up to give speeches, waxing on and on and on about the history of this fine school, the legacy, the blah-blah-blah that everyone already knew and no-one in the assembly cared about.
Maybe it would have been interesting if Daniel wasn’t terrified and trying to calculate a way out of his punishment.
What the hell am I going to do?
What the hell is she going to do?
He already knew Rachel wasn’t above public humiliation. That had to come into it, but the sheer malice that’d danced in her eyes was more than that. Rachel wanted to hurt him, and he’d given her an excuse on a golden platter.
Looking back, maybe he would have been better off confronting the woman directly and telling her the truth, but it was too late for that now. Besides, he had zero clue who she’d been talking to, and–
Well, that wasn’t true. He had one clue, the other person behind the door had been referred to as ‘Professor’. Was she faculty? He scanned the line of teachers sitting up on the auditorium stage, but it wasn’t as though he’d seen the conspiring professor’s face.
Leaning over, he whispered to the girl sitting next to him. “Did any of the teachers come in late?”
She glanced him up and down and replied only with, “Shh!”
He couldn’t press his luck, so he straightened, planning to ask again after the assembly was over.
The dean got up to speak, going over some housekeeping and general announcements. Stuff that really went without saying, but needed to be stated anyways just so nobody would ask–the faculty sections of the campus were off limits to students, magic was allowed but students would be held liable for any mishaps as the result of a botched spell, the various inter-college sports leagues were canceled due to the unrest situation, an explanation of the grading system–boring, obvious stuff.
“And, as some of you may know,” the dean continued, “This year, a man has managed to enter the ranks of our alumni. We’re revising the application process to ensure this sort of misconduct doesn’t happen again, but for now, he’s to be treated just as you would treat any other student. Any attempts noticed by staff to harass or haze him outside of sanctioned university discipline for misbehavior will not be tolerated.”
Noticed by staff, Daniel considered. That could just be a bit of unfortunate phrasing, but the more obvious interpretation stuck out in his head–it’s okay for students to harass him, just don’t be too obvious about it so that the staff can turn a blind eye.
With one last closing speech, the presentation ended, and the university’s students were dismissed from the assembly. Daniel leaned over to ask his question again, hoping the girl would be more receptive now that it was over, but before he could even say, ‘Did’, a spectral fist seized his ear and dragged him out into the aisle.
“Ow, ow–” he yelped, hopping on one foot and turning his head as the magic pulled him up straight. “Hey!”
Rachel stalked towards him, stepping around a couple clusters of giggling girls to confront Daniel. “Alright, Danny,” she said, dismissing the grip on his ear. “Time to pay the piper.”
“Rachel, look,” Daniel started to say, rubbing at the side of his head. “I’m sorry I tried to find a bathroom, but–”
“Bullshit,” Rachel snapped. “Whatever you were really up to, I know it has to be more humiliating than, ‘Needing a bathroom’. Don’t even try to give me that crap.”
“You don’t know I’m lying!” Daniel started. “Maybe–”
Flicking her wand, a gale of sudden wind billowed his skirt up, exposing his diaper to the whole auditorium. He meeped and grabbed the hem line, trying to push it down and regain some modesty, but he ended up simply doing an impression of Marilyn Monroe.
Rachel crouched, scratching her chin. “No, still totally dry. If you were that desperate, you’d have made a whoopsie in your diaper already. Still want to try your lie on me, or are you going to smarten up and tell me the truth?”
Blushing, Daniel nodded. A crowd had begun to form. Most of the girls at the university were disinterested, shuffling out, maybe just glancing a piteous look his way before heading out to go do something else, but enough students were driven by curiosity or malice that he still found himself ringed by girls–the meanest ones, the ones most eager to see him get bullied by the prefect.
“Fine,” Daniel nodded, as the wind died down. “I’ll tell you, just…not here.”
He couldn’t confess in front of a group. For one, he’d get Jen in trouble, and she’d been nothing but nice to him. More than that, though, he could still see several of the professors chatting up on stage, and even if the person he’d heard arguing wasn’t up there, chances were good that the rumor mill would deliver Daniel’s message back to her. The likelihood that he was believed and taken seriously was slim. The likelihood that the professor he’d heard took revenge was high.
He needed privacy.
“Not a chance, spark,” Rachel said. “You’re going to confess, here, in front of everyone–liars and cheaters don’t get to hide what they did.”
Daniel swallowed. He almost gave in, but laughter from on stage reminded him yet again of the threat that the professor posed. Not confessing would probably be humiliating, and probably be painful. Confessing could be fatal.
“I’ll tell you in private,” he said, sticking out his chin. “Not here. No matter what you do.”
Rachel just shrugged, but a flicker of her lips suggested that this was the outcome she’d been hoping for. “Suit yourself.” Extending her wand, she muttered a few words, prepared her magic, and cast the spell.
Two spectral hands grabbed him by the wrists, and one of the auditorium chairs slid towards him. Yelping, Daniel spread his legs just in time to avoid getting his feet swept out from beneath him, and instead he found himself sitting backwards on the chair, hands pulled in front of him, feet immobilized. Glancing down, he saw two more hands pinning his feet in place, so he could neither stand nor walk away from the seat.
“H-hey–” he started to protest, but an enormous glowing pacifier appeared and flew between his lips. The nipple seemed to inflate inside his cheeks, pinning his tongue to the base of his mouth and making it impossible to spit out.
“There’s a special little enchantment on your binky, baby boy,” Rachel snickered. “It’ll let you speak, but only if you answer my question honestly–it’s the sort of truth spell you’ll learn about in year three, if you make it, I just modified it to be more aesthetically appropriate for you.”
He glared, a thin line of drool running down his chin, and then the chair shifted. The back rest leaned away from his chest, so that the seat was shaped more like a bench, and the spectral hands pulled him forward until he was laying, butt pointed to the air, girls pointing and giggling at his visible diaper.
Rachel sat down in front of him, looking Daniel right in the eyes. “Last chance to tell the truth and get off light,” she said.
He wanted to say something defiant and witty, but with the pacifier gagging his tongue, he could only grumble and drool behind the glowing plastic shield.
Unable to look back over his shoulder, Daniel could only guess what was happening, but he felt his skirt raise up. That didn’t seem good.
Then, he heard a whirring sound, like a fan spinning up to speed, and felt a sudden, solid WHAP! Against the seat of his diaper.
It didn’t hurt too bad–the diaper provided enough cushioning to spread out the blow–but the second impact came only a fraction of a second later, just as hard as the first. A couple impacts he could take, but he already knew that if this kept up, he’d start to ache in minutes.
His eyes widened with concern, and Rachel’s expression, only a foot in front of his face, turned to gleeful amusement. “Tell the truth, and I’ll turn off the construct.”
He shook his head.
WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP–
Already, it was starting to sting. With a rest period between spanks, it might have been more tolerable, but they were coming so fast and so consistent that he couldn’t recover in the slightest. The discomfort could only build.
And, damn the timing, now he was starting to need to pee–while a crowd of giggling girls was staring at his diapered ass.
He squirmed, but with his hands and feet pinned by ghostly hands, he could only shift the impact ever so slightly to the left or the right. Not enough to help with the pain, really, just enough to give the girls watching a show.
“Ms. Haligtree,” a voice said, off to Daniel’s side. It sounded adult–professional and stern.
Rachel stood, turning to face the speaker. “Professor Oakthorn,” she said. “Wonderful speech.”
“Thank you,” the teacher said. The voice didn’t sound too familiar–Daniel didn’t think it was the woman he’d heard–but he couldn’t be certain, not when he’d heard it through a door before, not when the voice had been tinted with so much anger. “What’s going on here, exactly?”
“Corporal punishment,” Rachel explained. “Daniel Aster has been given to my care, and I’m in charge of his punishment for any rulebreaking. Given that he’s a repeat offender who’s shown flagrant disregard for the sanctity of the school and its traditions, I thought this not to be an inappropriate response.”
A moment passed, and Daniel thought he might be given a reprieve, praying that the teacher thought this was all too much. “That’s quite the device–explain your work.”
“I’ve layered several construct templates together. The fabrication was simple, I simply…” Rachel continued to explain, her tone shifting to almost a book-report style while Daniel squirmed and whimpered into his pacifier. She was talking about runes and precise spellcasting, while he tried to fight the urge to tear up and keep his bladder stable. “...so, in summary, it’ll not leave any permanent damage regardless of how much it hurts, and the amplifying humiliation aspect should compel him to obedience before too long.”
Daniel blinked, looking up at her. Amplifying? He only been half paying attention, but he couldn’t imagine how the humiliation could get any worse than showing off his diaper and spanking to the whole student body.
And he had to pee so badly, and now his belly was starting to grumble–
Oh. She’d enchanted it to make him need a toilet, too.
He squirmed ever more desperately, trying to free his wrists from the spectral grip, and Rachel smirked down at him. “Whatever he did, I’m sure it was quite awful–if it wasn’t, he’d have confessed by now.”
“Indeed,” Professor Oakthorn agreed. “Quite ingenious, Rachel. You always were so good with constructs.”
And with that, the teacher wandered away, leaving Daniel to whimper and tear up as his bladder finally gave way.
The subtle hiss wasn’t too loud, but the spreading warmth and moisture around his crotch seemed to occupy his whole mindspace. He hadn’t had an accident like this since he was six, and how he was flooding a diaper without even a modicum of dignity or control.
He heard a gasp behind him, and then giggles turned to outright laughter. The spreading yellow stain had to be incredibly visible, then, and his bottom was starting to ache fiercely, each strike stinging like a whip.
“Mmm,” he pleaded up to Rachel. His chin was dripping drool now, and he was desperate for mercy, anything to let him out of here, but confession was still impossible. “Pwfff–”
“What’s that?” Rachel said. “Unless you answer my question, it’s all just baby babble, silly.”
A tear ran down his face, and the gurgle in his belly turned to a full on cramp as the WhapWhapWhap of the spanking continued. He shook his head, then nodded, then shook it again, trying to communicate his meaning. He just needed privacy, if he could explain out of everyone’s earshot, surely she’d give him a little mercy–
He looked into her eyes, and realized the truth. No. No she wouldn’t show him mercy. She wasn’t punishing him for misbehavior, she was punishing him because she wanted him to drop out, no matter the reason, no matter what she had to do to make it happen.
Daniel started to cry as the humiliation and aching, stinging pain overwhelmed him. He couldn’t escape this situation, and he couldn’t take it and still hold any defiance either.
As the spanking built to a crescendo, his bowels gave way. He wasn’t even trying to hold it–what was the point? Rachel wouldn’t let this end until he gave up all dignity anyways. With a solid, bubbling wave of muck, his diaper bulged out, the mush immediately flattened against his bottom by the next impact of the constant spanking. More mess spilled out of him, and more was pressed against him in an instant, in an utterly degrading cycle of helplessness.
The laughter turned surprised and disgusted, and Daniel’s head drooped, tears falling down his face unrestrained.
“Hey, Spark,” Rachel whispered, crouching down to whisper at him. “There’s another answer you can give me–drop out, and I’ll turn it off before you fill back up and make another mushy mess.”
Daniel nodded.
Rachel had won.
He was quitting the school.
And then, before he could form the words, a voice cut through the all encompassing pain, stink, humiliation, and defeat that had become Daniel’s world.
“Stop. Let him go.”
