Posted by Hannibal on October 31, 1998 at 01:19
Sorority Diaper Duty
This is the story of how I came to be a diaper slave. It started in my freshman year of college, when my scholarship was revoked for bad grades. In order to stay in school, I needed to find a job. A job that would pay enough to cover tuition, books and rent. The only job I could find was houseboy for a local sorority. Any teenagers dream job. Right?
Wrong! I was nothing but a slackey. Washing dishes, cleaning house, laundry, yard work, repairs, etc. Laundry was the best part. All of the sorority members were gorgeous and I got to handle their most intimate of intimates. One day, when I thought I was alone, I decided to try on some of the girls' underthings. First a few pairs of panties and then a couple bras. I now know why women always feel so sexy.
While I was trying on the different lingerie, a couple of the girls were watching me through a basement window. Not only were they watching, but they were videotaping the whole thing. Before long, several of the girls came running down the stairs to confront me. I tried to remove the items, but I wasn't quick enough. The girls just laughed at me called me a sissy. They decided that I would have to be punished and the whole sorority would decide my punishment.
That night, all the girls crowded into the large dining room. All the seniors sat at the table and the rest stood near the walls. I was positioned standing at the foot of the table. After the meeting was brought to order, I was told that I had two choices. Accept the punishment they would soon decide on or be fired. I didn't want to leave school, so I decided to accept my punishment. After announcing my acceptance, I was shuffled out of the room and told to wait while they talked it over. They talked for over two hours.
After being led back into the dining room, I was read my punishment. I have copied the wording below.
1. We will review the tape and determine the owners of the garments you tried on. Those women will then be allowed to administer twenty swats, with the implement of their choice, to your bare buttocks.
2. For the duration of your employment, you will reside in the basement and be available for regular duties during all non-class hours.
3. Due to the lack of a men's restroom, you will wear diapers. These diapers will be used for their intended purposes and may be removed only by a sorority member.
4. During your punishment, your panty excursion and your diapers will not be openly divulged to the public.
5. We will pay your tuition and books and you will continue to attend school.
6. Any infraction of the rules will result in additional punishments.
7. If you decide not to accept this punishment, the videotape in question will be released to the entire student body.
I was then asked if would accept the punishment. Realizing it was the only way to save myself from public humiliation, I accepted.
The first order of business was my first spanking from the woman that owned the panties I was wearing when caught. In front of all the members, my pants were pulled down to my ankles and I was bent over the table. The woman in question chose a sturdy sorority paddle as her instrument of punishment. Twenty whacks later I was bawling like a baby, but the ladies didn't think my butt was red enough. They decided that I should receive one swat from each of the sorority members before bed time. One by one, all thirty two ladies took their turns. I didn't think I would be sitting for several days.
After my first spanking, I was led to the basement. One of the girls used a key to open the door to the only room I hadn't seen before. Apparently, it hadn't been used since hazing was outlawed. I was amazed when I entered the fairly large room. In one corner was a huge, pink baby crib easily large enough for the biggest of adults. In another corner was a table with lots of drawers and a pulley hanging above. There was a sunken cabinet next to the table that contained piles of adult sized diapers. In the middle of the room there was a free standing pillory and a padded sawhorse outfitted with several leather buckles. In the final corner of the room was a door that led to the bathroom. The bathroom was strange itself in that there was no toilet. Only a shower, a sink and a diaper pail. It was painfully obvious that this was my new residence.
The girls that were put in charge of me for the night stripped me naked and led me to the bathroom. My arms were raised above my head and cuffed to a chain hanging from the ceiling in the shower. The ladies scrubbed me down harshly and then decided to shave all my body hair below my neck. Smoooth. After rinsing away the hair, I was uncuffed and led to the changing table. My legs were raised into the air with the pulley and a very thick diaper was placed under my butt. The pulley was lowered and the diaper was securely fastened. The gorgeous blonde that was diapering me, then pulled a very thick pair of white plastic pants over my feet and up my legs. She then told me to stand up so she could finish. When I stood up, I realized just how thick the diaper was. I couldn't come anywhere near to closing my legs. Blondie then pulled the plastic pants up and tucked in the diapers. Next I heard a distictive click from behind my back. It seemed the plastic pants had a built-in locking mechanism. There was no way I could remove the diaper without a key.
After the diaper was considered secure, I was told to crawl into the crib. The side of the crib was lowered to allow access. Once inside, I realized the top of the crib was also covered with bars and when the side snapped into place it could only be opened with a foot pedal which was out of my reach. I was trapped - in a very thick diaper and an incredibly small cage. It took me several hours to fall asleep.
By morning, I was well aware that I needed to pee. This was the dilemma; I knew I would be expected to use the diaper, but I had an eleven o'clock class and I didn't know if they were going to change me beforehand. I figured that since they promised to keep the diapers secret, they would have to change me into thinner diapers. Therefore, I decided to go ahead and wet myself. It took awhile to relax, but I finally managed to let loose and flood the diaper. Before long, a good looking redhead entered and let me out of the crib. She told me my personal belongings had been collected and that I could find them in the laundry room. I told her about my eleven o'clock class and that I needed to be given thinner diapers. She asked if I had messed my diapers and when I told her no, she informed me that only messy diapers are changed. I began to argue about how I couldn't wear the diaper in public and that they agreed to keep it a secret. She said the secret would be kept, but that I was responsible for covering the diapers from public view. I knew she had me, so I stopped arguing.
I found my clothes and started experimenting with the best way to cover the thick diaper. I finally decide on a very baggy pair of sweat pants, a loose shirt and a long coat. While this outfit seemed to hide the diapers, it did nothing for the way I walked or should I say waddled. I made it to class without incident and sat in the back of the class. Afterwards, I waited for everyone else to leave before making my escape. On my way back to the sorority, I ran into a couple of friends from my World Lit. class. I didn't want them to discover my condition, so I feigned sickness and headed for my new home.
Once at home, I removed my coat and proceeded with my normal chores. Halfway through the dishes, I realized I would soon need to have a bowel movement. I let it build as long as possible to make sure I wouldn't need to do it twice in one day. Before long, I was letting loose a huge load in my diaper. I wasn't sure if I should find someone to change me, so in order to prevent further punishment I finished the dishes and then told one of the girls that I needed a change. She told me that the redheaded girl had that responsibility today and that she was still in class. I had to wait another two hours for a diaper change.
At four o'clock, the redhead returned from class and I asked her for a change. She followed me down to the basement nursery and into the bathroom. The dirty diaper was removed and I was showered clean. Next, I was led to the pillory and my head and wrists were locked into place. Not sure of what was going on, the redhead told me she was next on the list of women that owed me spankings. It turns out that she had chosen a leather strap as her punishment tool. She laid twenty hard lashed into my bare, unprotected butt. The strap hurt a lot more than the paddle and I was blubbering like an idiot and begging her to stop. After the beating, I was rediapered in another super thick diaper. I was then introduced to study time.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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