College Girl Kate

College Girl Kate 7

By Red Rover

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COLLEGE GIRL KATE

By Red Rover

Main Characters:

Freshman Girls:

Kate Brady – (18), from Long Island, New York. Lives in Suite 2E11 of Fawn Hall

Rachel Miller - (18) Kate’s roommate, from Marion, Ohio.

Kara Floyd - (20) from Tampa, Florida. Lives across the hall from Kate and Rachel.

Laura Campbell - (19) from Liberty, Kansas. Kara's roommate.

Brandy Sloan, (18) Baltimore Maryland lives in Suite 2E9

Connie Armstrong – (19) from Ames, Iowa – lives in Suite 2W6 of Fawn Hall

Counselors: (Counselors live in apartments in the dorm and are responsible for 48 girls.)

Gail Weathers - (28) Assistant Professor of English,

Warren Weathers - (31) Gail's husband. Associate Professor of Chemistry.

Thomas Morrison (22) – Senior Student Monitor for Wing 2E.

Charles Carter (21) - Junior Student Monitor for Wing 2E

Part 7

As Dr. Weathers was dealing with Connie in the West Wing, Student Monitors, Tom Morrison and Chuck Carter, were visiting Kate and her roomies in Suite 2E11 on the East Wing. Ignoring the pajama-clad, half naked and fully nude girls they passed in the hallway, they assembled in the “living room” shared by Kate, Rachel, Kara and Laura. Of course, several other girls assembled in the hallway behind them to watch the show.

“Hello Kate,” The tall, handsome Tom addressed the apprehensive girl, patting her gently on the top of the head. “We’ve come by to bring you your new sleepy-bye jammies and tuck you in for the night.”

The other girls tittered until Chuck turned around and glared at them. “If anybody finds this amusing, we have more special jammies back in the supply closet.”

The room got quiet, but the embarrassed Kate could see the amused expressions on her dorm-mates faces.

(Damn, I should have gone to Podunk State. At least I could have lived at home and just get spanked in front of my bratty little brothers.)

Chuck reached into the gym bag he was carrying and produced a set of almost-transparent pink pajamas covered with cartoon bunnies, baby chicks and other baby animals. “Won’t our little girl look so cute in these jammies?”

(Yeah, if I was three years old. No, more like two.)

“OK, little girl, stand up and hold your arms up,” Tom said firmly.

Kate stood reluctantly and raised her arms over her head. Tom lifted the shirt of her “big girl” PJ’s and pulled it up and off. Then he unsnapped her bra and removed it. Lowering her pants and panties to her knees, he commanded, “Kick off your slippers and sit down in the chair.”

When she obeyed, he pulled off her PJ pants and panties, leaving her completely nude. At his gesture she stood up and allowed herself to be inspected from head to toe. “Looks pretty clean to me,” Chuck reported. He spread her buttocks apart and closely examined her rosebud and bottom crack. “She could do a little better in the wiping department, though. “Hand me that box of baby wipes, Laura.”

A stunned Laura complied, and Chuck bent Kate over and spread her legs. He carefully wiped her bottom crack and anus, using a wipe wrapped around his forefinger to clean inside her rectum.

(OMG, these boys are only a couple years older than me. I should be dating them. But now they’ve become my parents, spanking me, dressing me and wiping my bottom. Please let me wake up and find out this is all a horrible dream)

Chuck completed his task and gave his victim a quick spank. “OK, kitten, stand up straight now and we will get those jammies on you.” He turned to Tom. “We’re going to have to watch this one. Don’t want her getting infections. One of us should check her every night at bedtime.”

Tom nodded. “Yep. Hopefully, she’ll learn to take better care of herself. Hate to have to do potty training on a girl her age.”

Chuck laughed. “Well I think there is a big-girl potty chair in the basement storage area. But emptying it would be a chore.” He turned to Rachel. “You girls need to check her out during the day, we can’t be around every time she goes poo-poo.”

Kate’s face had gone redder and redder as the conversation went on. Feeling her whole body flushing she realized that a naked girl could blush from head to toe.

Finally, Tom put the ridiculous pink jammie top over Kate’s head and lowered it, so it reached almost to her waist. Chuck then helped the blushing girl into her bottoms. The final indignity was when Kate discovered that the jammie bottoms had padded feet on the bottom.

As the boys admired their handiwork, Kate checked the mirror and was devastated. The flimsy material clearly showed her nipples in the front and her bottom, including the red spots, in the back. In fact, the only spot that was even vaguely opaque was the front of the crotch. From the feel of the thicker material, she realized that this was a pad inserted to provide protection from a leaking bladder.

(I am NOT a baby! I will NOT pee in my pajamas. Don’t make me into a toddler again, PLEASE.)

But it was nose, the two young men went through the same routine with Kate as Dr. Weathers was doing with Connie in the other wing. Jammies, pacifier, spanking and tucking in. When Chuck turned the lights out, the other girls went back to their rooms, realizing that they could wind up in the same position. Several scared little girls resolved to be on their best behavior for as long as possible.

The next morning, Kate awoke as from a nightmare. Feeling the pacifier still in her mouth, she realized that last night’s events had not been a bad dream. Spitting out the pacifier she saw that Rachel was already up and in the bathroom, and that Kara and Laura were moving about as well.

“Hurry up, Kate,” Laura said. “You don’t want to be late for breakfast.”

Kate started to remove her PJ’s and realized that she would just have to put them back on again to go to breakfast under the new rules of her punishment. “Screw it,” she muttered, “I’ll just shower after breakfast when I put my school clothes on.”

So, she settled for spraying deodorant on her armpits and girl parts, used the toilet and splashed some water on her face and hands. By this time, the three other girls were dressed and ready for their morning meal.

Kara giggled. “You look just adorable in those baby jammies.” She remarked.

Laura chimed in, “Yeah, the boys will be swooning all over you. Maybe one will adopt you.”

Rachel stepped in. “All right you guys. One more remark like that and some girl is going to get her face washed in the commode.”

Since Rachel was taller and stronger than either of the older girls, they nodded and promised to behave.

So, the four girls made their way down the stairs to the dining room. Of course, it was filled with dozens of girls a dozen or so boys and a few faculty members. Kate took her tray and joined the others in line, realizing that all those people were able to see the red spots on her bottom through the filmy material of her PJ’s. Another full-body blush spread over her virtually bare body. But, holding the tray, there was no way she could cover anything except her groin area. As the girls moved toward a vacant table, Tommy stopped them.

“Sorry, Kate, but you have to eat at the “Naughty Girls’” table while you are wearing those PJ’s. Connie is already there.”

The monitor pointed to a small table in the center of the dining room. It was a high table, meant for standing and there were no chairs. Connie Armstrong, in her ultra-revealing yellow jammies was already there and waved to Kate. “Come on over and share the misery, sister,” she said.

Tommy gave her a quick spank to send her on her way, so she reluctantly crossed the room to stand at the table of shame with her wayward companion. “This really sucks, big time,” she grumbled. “All those boys are looking at us and smiling like they were looking at a bunch of puppies or kittens.”

Connie laughed. “Yep, we are #1 and #2 on the Cute Parade today. No way we can pass ourselves off as sophisticated young women with these guys.”

Kate snorted. “Young women, my ass. I’d settle for being somebody’s 12-year-old kid sister right now. If one of them asks us on a date, he’d probably bring along a sippy cup and a diaper bag.”

Connie grimaced. “I hate to ask, but speaking of diapers, did they check out your poop hole last night?”

Kate blushed again. “Yeah, you too?”

“Yep, Gail was quite thorough.”

“Well at least you had another woman doing it.” Kate said. “I had two boys doing it and they were VERY thorough. Did they give you a pacifier, too?’

“Yes, and I woke up with it still in my mouth.” Connie admitted. “And when the other girls saw it, they almost peed their own pants laughing at me.”

“Me, too. But Rachel stood up for me and told them to bugger off.”

“Well at least we get to wear our regular school uniforms to class,” Connie sighed. “And we have the Spank Passes, so we won’t get our butts blistered again today.”

“Meantime, Chuck is waiting for us near the door.” Kate said, apprehensively. “I hope he doesn’t inspect our butt holes in front of everybody.’

The two girls bussed their trays and turned toward the door. To their relief, Chuck just beckoned them to follow him up the stairs. He led them into the second-floor lounge and instructed them to drop their PJ pants, spread their legs and bend over. Ignoring the other girls passing by the open door, he took out a box of baby wipes and carefully wiped each of their bottom cracks and rectums.

“Ah, very good,” he said in satisfaction. “both of you are nice and clean.” He gave each of them a friendly smack on their bare bottoms. “Now go take your showers and get dressed for class.”

As he ambled off down the hallway, Kate turned to Connie. “For some reason, I feel like a 2-year-old who has just been praised for going potty in the right place.”

Connie laughed. “Me, too. But I guess we’re going to have to get used to it. Meanwhile, we should pull our pants back up and go to our rooms, the girls are staring at us and giggling.”

END of Part 7

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