Mistaken for a student

My blood ran cold. Rafael. The hot, new principal, barely thirty, whose job I had secretly coveted. I had been planning to undermine him, to subtly highlight his inexperience, to prove my own worthiness for his position. Now, I was going to face him looking like this.

“No,” I whispered, shaking my head. “I can’t.”

“Oh, but you can,” Dorina sang, grabbing my arm. “Come on, Ms. Ivanna. Duty calls.”

They practically dragged me through the hallways. Each step was a fresh wave of agony for my spanked bottom, each step marked by the cackling of the nappie I was wearing.

We reached Rafael’s office. The door was ajar, a sliver of warm light spilling into the cool hallway. My heart pounded against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat of dread.

“Go on,” Yael urged, giving me a shove. “He’s waiting.”

I stumbled into the office, my eyes fixed on the man behind the large oak desk. Rafael. He looked up, his dark eyes widening slightly as he took in my appearance. His perfectly sculpted jaw, his neatly trimmed beard, his crisp white shirt – everything about him screamed competence and authority. Everything I was not, at this moment.

I opened my mouth to speak, to explain, to somehow salvage what little dignity I had left. But before I could utter a single word, Yael, still standing in the doorway, moved swiftly. Her hand shot out, grabbing the back of my plaid skirt.

*WHIP!*

A sharp, agonizing tug. The cotton panties I was wearing over the dorky yellow diaper went up. A searing pain shot through my bare bottom, still tender from the spanking. My skirt rode high, exposing my bruised, red buttocks and my ugly diaper.

“Ouch!” I yelped, my voice a strangled cry. I instinctively tried to pull the fabric down, to free myself from the excruciating wedgie, but Yael held it fast.

Rafael’s eyes widened further, a slow flush creeping up his neck. He stared, his gaze fixed on my exposed bottom, on the stretched fabric of my panties.

"What is the meaning of this! Yael put that poor nerd down"

Rafael hadn't recognize me. My face burned with shame. I stood there, utterly mortified, my bottom throbbing, my underwear cutting into me, my small, tubular breasts straining against the tight blouse. My entire being screamed with humiliation. My plan to usurp Rafael, to subtly expose his weaknesses, now seemed like a cruel joke. I was the weakness. I was the joke.

Yael, surprisingly, complied. She let go of my skirt, and with a relieved gasp, I pulled the fabric down, attempting to discreetly adjust my wedged panties. The pain, however, lingered.

“Thank you, Yael,” Rafael said, his gaze fixed on me. “You and your friends may go.”

Yael hesitated for a moment, a defiant glint in her eyes, but then, with a shrug, she turned and left, Dorina and the blonde cheerleader trailing behind her, their muffled giggles echoing down the hallway.

Silence descended, heavy and suffocating. I stood before Rafael, a pathetic figure in a borrowed uniform, my body still tingling with pain and shame, I was turned on. I couldn’t meet his gaze.