Hazing - Part 4 (Patreon)

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"It isn't my fault!" Tiffany protested as Courtney pulled the potty training chart out of her backpack to examine it, knowing what she was going to find. "I asked Hailey to let me go to the bathroom, but..."

"That's not what she told me," Courtney informed her, making the teacher blush at the idea of these two girls discussing her and her diaper usage. "She told me she checked you and you'd already had a little accident, so she thought she might as well leave you to finish up, since she would have already had to put a mark in your crying face column."

"That's not true!" Tiffany fumed. "I-I was just fine before then!" She hesitated slightly, uncertain of the truthfulness of that statement, though only because she might have already been wet... She was sure she hadn't actually messed yet, despite her body's best efforts. 

She'd spent the whole previous class period desperately squirming in her chair, not daring to stand, half-distracted by trying to keep the silly tutu Maddi had brought to her just before her first class from flashing the diaper underneath to everyone. She hoped her desk would have kept anyone from getting too good of a look, anyway, but with the rest of her outfit, she felt like a glimpse might be all anyone would need to recognize what else she was wearing. Then she'd practically begged Hailey, not wanting to do that... The girl had grinned, watching her grow more and more desperate, until it was too late... Then, Hailey hadn't even changed her, looking at her phone and declaring, "Oh, I'd better get going!", leaving Courtney to teach her next class like that, not daring to sit down again, each step causing the mushy mass in her pants to shift, remind her of what she'd done as it rapidly cooled, ensuring she stayed as far away from her students as she could, until, finally, she ended class early so her next 'caretaker', Brooke, could change her.

"Oh, really?" Courtney raised an eyebrow. "Are you really accusing a KAT of lying, kitten?"

"That isn't fair! You know I'm older than her, and..." Tiffany shook her head angrily, then gasped as Courtney shoved a pacifier gag into her mouth, locking it securely in place.

"I've had just about enough out of you," she snarled. "You really think you aren't just a pathetic little baby kitten? Who's wet herself this many times?" Courtney showed her the potty training chart, already full of sad faces. Tiffany squirmed, looking away, unable to point out that so many times, the sorority member assigned to check on her and take care of her in between classes had either not asked if she needed to use the bathroom, or taken away her pants or skirt first, so she would have had to dash to the bathroom with her diaper fully visible... 

It was just so much easier to do it then, in her pants, even if she had to call the janitor in and hand over the little plastic bag with her used diaper and wipes in it, and apologize. "I'm sorry, sir, but I had another accident in my diaper... Can you take care of this for me?" 

At first, he'd just smirk and take it, but he quickly got more into it, taking it into his own hands to lift her skirt or unzip her pants, giving her fresh diaper a pat and say, "At least you're ready for next time," as the KAT watching over her invariably did her best to stifle a giggle.

This time, though... Tiffany had already been horrified at the thought of handing over a poopy diaper, but Brooke had insisted - and, besides, it would be worse to have that sitting in her garbage can the rest of the day. As soon as he took it, however, she could tell he knew the difference. "What did you do, young lady?" he asked. She blushed even deeper than she'd already been, starting to look down at her feet before he reached up with a finger, lifting her chin. "What did you do?" he asked again.

"I, uh... I had an accident," Tiffany gulped out.

"This is no little accident... This is very naughty, little lady," he told her sternly. He set the bag back down on her desk, then, with no warning, grabbed her, turning her around and bending her over it as well, forcing her to stick out her padded backside. She gasped, feeling his rough hands slide up her skirt, then slide down her diaper, exposing her wiggling backside, while Brooke did nothing. A moment later, to her absolute horror, he began to spank her, right there in her classroom, as she struggled to keep her whimpers as quiet as possible, knowing there were still other classes going on around her, wishing she hadn't let her own go so early, or he couldn't spent so long spanking her... When he was done, he pulled the diaper back up, gave her a stern look, and took her diaper. Even with her diaper's padding, she didn't dare to sit down the rest of the afternoon.

"Who filled her diaper today?" Courtney demanded, pulling Tiffany back out of her memories with a shiver. "No matter how exactly it happened, you still did it... Didn't you?" With the pacifier gag in, unable to elaborate, Tiffany could only nod; she certainly couldn't deny that she had, indeed, pooped her pants, as much as she'd like to forget that. "I honestly don't know if there's enough time for you to prove yourself before the end of the week... But I did promise to give you the full week, so we'll see. You're going to have to work extra hard if you don't want to visit the dean."

Tiffany stared at her, wide-eyed. She knew Courtney was enjoying all this... Would she really turn her over to the dean, and make her risk losing her job? That would put an end to Courtney's fun quite fast. Tiffany wasn't sure what the girl's plans were, but she also didn't want to find out...

"Until then, though, I think I like this," Courtney smiled, tapping Tiffany's pacifier. "A baby should be seen and not heard, after all. Maybe I'll just have you wear this whenever you're in the house for the rest of the week... It seems appropriate for a little kitten who's trying to lie about full-grown KATs. Don't worry... If you need anything, I'll be down in the common room. You can come find me..." Tiffany blushed at the thought of having to go down there, with all the other sorority members, and wordlessly beg for a change, or to be allowed to use the bathroom... But, before she could do anything - not that there was much she could do - Courtney was gone, making sure she'd inevitably have to do one of those.