Chapter 7

Danny had one job.

He was to take a pocket watch that Vanessa had given him and sneak into Angie Turner's purse. Then call Vanessa when it was done and meet up in the storage room in the Woodrow Wilson room for some pre-celebratory sex. That last part did sound pretty good.

But first the mission.

Danny had been carefully watching Angie that afternoon. She had come in and went into the offices. Thirty minutes later she came out and headed over to the restaurant to eat. Danny made sure to get a table behind her, but not too close.

Then it happened!

Angie got up and went to the bathroom but left her purse behind. The perfect scenario! Danny waited a good minute to make sure she was really gone. Then he pulled the watch out of his pocket and walked past the table. The purse was wide open too. It was too easy. He walked over to Angie's table and reached across it to get a saltshaker, once his arm was over the table, he dropped the watch in, grabbed the shaker and went back to his chair.

He sat down and, feeling quite accomplished, called Vanessa.

"It's done," he said.

"You put it in?"

"You know it."

"Oh my God, I love you!

"I know. I know."

"Oh your Princess Vanny is soooo turned on right now," Vanessa purred.

"Oh really?"

"Yes really. My little spoiled prince better be in that storage in 30 minutes if he knows what's good for him."

"Oh yeah. I'll be there. Can't wait."

Danny hung up the phone and got up from the table and walk out of the restaurant. As he went through the doorway, Monica, Mr. Witherspoon's assistant was waiting for him.

"Hello, Mr. Locke, would you please come with me?"

"Oh. Uhhh, okay, I guess," Danny said.

"Thank you."

Danny followed Monica through the main entrance, passed the Woody, and down the long hallway to her office. Once she got there, she opened the door and waited for him to go.

He walked into her office to find Angie Turner standing at the other end of the office, armed folded. She did not look happy. Danny's eyes widened in surprise.

"What's going on here?" he said.

Monica came in, closed and locked the door behind her. She stood in front of the door and leaned against it.

"It seems there's been some troubling stories going around the Carrington about a thief," Monica said.

"Yes, I've heard something about that," Danny said carefully. "Now does this have to do with me? And why is she in here?"

"Well Mr. Locke, you see Ms. Turner here had been the subject of these stories. Naturally we were concerned."

"Well, I've heard the same. I bet if you checked that woman's purse you'd be surprised what you find in there," Danny said smugly.

Angie stood quietly.

"Funny you should say that. You see, we had been watching her purse, as you so keenly just pointed out, and what we've seen is YOU, Mr. Locke, placing something in there."

"Me? That's absurd!"

"And we have it camera too if you'd like to see it," Monica said. Angie then walked over to Monica's desk, turned her monitor around and sure enough, there was a video looping of Danny very clearly planting something in her purse.

Danny gulped. "Umm, I wasn't putting anything in there, I was looking to see if anything stolen was being hidden there!"

"Mr. Locke do you have any other stolen items?" Monica asked.

Danny turned to face her, Angie now behind him. "Of course I don't! And I don't appreciate the accusation either! Do you know how long I've been a member here?"

"Do you consent to a search? Right here? Right now?" Monica said.

"What? Are you mad? I absolutely do NOT consent to anything!" Danny said.

"Okay then, we'll have to turn this video over to the police," Monica said. "You've left us ****."

"The police? Well there's no need for that," Danny said, quickly caving on his principled stand.

"All right then. Let's get this search started. Please take off your clothes," Monica said.

"Are you out of your mind? I will not!"

Angie started getting closer.

"Please Mr. Locke, I don't want to do this anymore than you do, but we must be sure," Monica said.

"This is probably some sick fetish of yours isn't it? Trap a man in your office and make him bend to your weird feminist whims. Well, you've got the wrong guy!" Danny said.

"Please Mr. Locke, if you would just..."

"No thank you! I understand you two probably want to see a REAL MAN for once it your pathetic lives, but it's not going to be me, okay?" Danny said.

"That's I've had enough!" Angie said. Standing right behind Danny, she grabbed his pants and yaaaaanked them down!

"Oh my God!" Monica said.

"Oh you must be kidding me," Angie said.

Danny's pants were now at his knees, and his thin white diaper, covered by plastic panties, were on display.

"Hey! You can't do that! It's not what it looks like, ok?" he said.

"Oh so it's not that the 'real man' is just a little boy who still wears a diaper, because that's what it looks like to me," Angie said.

Monica started laughing hysterically.

"I, I, I, just wear this for my girlfriend. She's into it okay?" Danny pleaded.

"Oh sure," Monica said as kept laughing.

"You can't tell anyone!" Danny said, sounding less and less confident with each second.

"I won't tell," Angie said, "I'll show 'em." She held out her phone snapping pictures.

"What? You can't do that! No!!" Danny said.

Danny realized his story wasn't working and his big secret was going to get exposed. His top lip quivered and suddenly a loud crinking sound filled the room.

"Oh dear Lord, he just wet himself," Angie said.

"Incontinence is not a joke!" Danny said as tears began to form in his eyes.

Angie had seen enough. She grabbed the 'real man' by the ear and walked him over to Monica's desk and bent him over.

"Here getting all kinds of looks from people and it turns out it's some sissy baby behind it all!" Angie said pushing his face into the desk.

Angie grabbed the back of his plastic panties and diaper and yanked them up with one hand and started spanking Danny with the other.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

"This is what you should have gotten growing up, you might be a grown up now if you had!"

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK WHACK!

Danny howled with each strike.

"Owww! Owww! Nooo! Stoooop!"

With each whack Danny's protesting become more of a whine until...

"WHACK!!"

"Whaaaaaa!!!"

The self-proclaimed real man broke out bawling. His humiliation was too much, and the true Danny appeared. He started sucking his thumb to quiet his loud sobbing.

Once she was done spanking him, Angie shoved him into Monica's chair. Danny sat there whimpering.

"Have fun?" Monica said.

"Oh yes, and the fun is just beginning," Angie said regaining her composure.

"What are you going to do," Monica said.

"I'm going to have a nice chat with Vanessa," Angie said.

"Angie, don't make too a big of a mess. I can only clean up so much," Monica said.

"Oh, you're going to need to a bring in a cleanup crew after I finish with that stuck up bitch." Angie said.