Naked and humiliated

"Look at her face!" Valeria called out, moving closer with her phone. "She likes it! Look how red she’s getting!"

I looked up through my fingers and caught Raphael’s eye. He was leaning forward, his face flushed. I could see the distinct shape of his erection pressing against the thin fabric of his gray sweatpants. It was small—surprisingly small, almost like a thumb—but it was rock hard. He saw me looking and his eyes widened. He didn't look away. Instead, his gaze locked on my bouncing, diapered bottom.

"Oh god," I moaned, the sound was not lost in the din of the classroom.

Krista gave me one final, stinging blow that made me yelp, then dumped me unceremoniously onto the floor. I sprawled there, my ginger hair messy, my pale, tubular breasts uncovered, the baby blue diaper the most prominent thing about me. She then ripped the plastic garment of my body, exposing my giant ass and hairless flower to the whole room.

"Go home, Ivanna," Krista said, smoothing her skirt. "And don't bother coming back here as a teacher. I’ve already spoken to the board. Your 'lifestyle' is a liability."

She turned and walked out.