It intrigued her, the thought of grown men wanting to be put back intodiapers and treated like babies. The more she read about it the more itbegan to...appeal to her. Whether it was her maternal instinct or thethought that a man in pampers would not be very hard to keep complaisant,she wasn't sure. It wasn't long before the obsession she observed inothers had become her own."Excuse me sir, may I help you?" she said, repeating her question louderthis time. Feeling bold, she decided she was. As she opened the door a crack she saw the corridor was clear and walked out, closing the door behind her. She made her way to the staff toilets and went in to the ladies.Fortuitously there was no one else in the toilets and Helen went up to the mirror washed the tears from her face. She never wore make-up at school so that wasn’t a problem. Her eyes were still red but she knew that they would clear in time. Then she did what she should have done in the Punishment Room. She raised her dress. I had to pull out, here I was driving a Lamborghini when the fastest thing I’d had experience with was a Mazda. I tested the ass-to-pussy waters and received no negative feedback, so I drove into her cunt again. She dropped her head and shoulders onto the bed and said “Yes” as I fucked her still soaked pussy for a few strokes, then her tight as fuck ass, then pussy again. As I switched back and forth she began masturbating intensely, stopping to feel my balls occasionally, and then back to. After all for a boy like me, how many humiliating verbal slaps in the face are you expected to take before you stop trying, before you take yourself out of circulation? In my case it was about twelve before I gave in and stopped making any effort to socialize outside of my family.So what do I in the meantime? I go about my daily life that's what. I go to school, do my homework and when that's done I read those magazines (look at the pictures?) and books and watch the occasional pornographic.