You’ve been called into the principal’s office—my office—yet again. You aren’t concerned at first, even as the list of your transgressions grows and grows. What’s the worst I could do to you anyway?

Then I pull a diaper bag out from under my desk.

I’ve obtained special permission to humiliate you into behaving better by making you wear diapers in school—in front of everyone!

Time to take drastic measures. You take out the hypnoring you found in your cereal box this morning. You point it at my face and … it works! I fall into a trance, call you Master, and agree to do whatever you say! It’s time to have some fun with this uptight disciplinarian.

You make me strip, completely unaware that anything is out of the ordinary as I continue to berate you. It’s so hot that you start masturbating right there in my office—and I let you!

When I’m down to nothing but my garter, stockings, and heels you command me to explain my dastardly diaper punishment plans as I suck my thumb like a little diaper slut. You don’t mind hearing all the humiliating punishments I had in store for you, because you convince me that the REAL punishment is making you watch me enact every single on of those embarrassing punishments on myself.

At your command, I diaper myself over my lingerie, wet it, and masturbate until I come in my soaking diaper, believing all the while that I’m subjecting you to the most abject humiliations. Could anything make this day better?

Yes: A wet, sensuous blow job from your diapered principal. I suck and tit-fuck your enormous erection whilst explaining what a great administrator I am and how this will all make you a better student. You command me to beg for you to come, and are surprised at what a mewling little diaper slut I’ve become. I beg well enough that you graciously oblige.

Thank god your Mom still buys the cereal that comes with prizes!