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Diary
Date: Friday January 4th, 2002
Today
had a touch of the second night syndrome.
It's a theater saying which refers to the
flat performance actors often give the
night after opening night. There was an
uneasy silence at first between Jeff and
myself and I didn't even see Steve today,
although Jeff said he stayed back quite
late last night working on something. I
knew Jeff was talking in some kind of code
but I was so tired and sore from
yesterday's initiation that I simply
couldn't be bothered to ask him to
elaborate.
The day
had a small peak just before lunch when,
after rearranging my office as asked to by
Jeff, he installed a picture on my
computer which would automatically appear
after a predetermined time of inactivity.
It's set for 12 hours at this stage which
means I'm going to be forced to either do
something at my computer after 9pm or
arrive earlier than anybody else to make
sure it doesn't appear on my screen
through the day. My desk has been
positioned in such a way that the computer
screen directly faces the door to my
office. It's a small thrill at this stage
but a thrill just the same.
Jeff
allowed me some time in the afternoon to
type and post my diary accounts of
yesterday. There was much to report and I
had small pleasures throughout the
afternoon reliving in my mind the events.
The only real highlight of today happened
around 2pm.
When
Jeff paged me and asked me to come to his
office I instinctively knew he had
something in mind. I was suddenly nervous.
Apprehensive. The library was busy with
all the other staff doing things and maybe
six or seven strangers outside in the
public reading area outside my office.
Obediently I left my desk and went next
door into Jeff's office.
At
first, when all he asked me to do was make
him a cup of coffee, I felt a twinge of
disappointment. My spirits were revived
when he asked me to remove my panties
before doing what he asked. I obliged,
reaching up under my skirt and peeling the
flimsy lace garment down my legs. I handed
them to Jeff and was about to walk out
when he stopped me. I turned back to see
him busily snipping away at the elastic
waistband with a tiny pair of cuticle
scissors.
"Here
you are. Put these back on and go make my
coffee. Make yourself one also."
I was
puzzled but then I realized what he'd
done. He'd not cut the lace sides of my
panties; just the elastic. They were
useless without it although I could hold
them up discreetly providing I kept my
arms pressed tightly against my hips. I
made it without any problem to the staff
lunch room but I knew getting back to his
office with two cups of coffee in my hands
was not going to be easy. While the
electric kettle was bringing the water to
the boil I had a moment to consider my
options. I decided against taking them off
completely and knew Jeff had designed this
small challenge with some other objective
in mind. After a bit of tucking and
fiddling I managed to tuck the useless
waistband of my panties up higher under my
skirt where, while not guaranteed to stay
there, at least there was some chance of
me completing the task without being
embarrassed outside.
As luck
would have it I only made it half way back
before the lace panties feathered down my
hips and dropped quickly to my ankles. All
my concentration was on trying not to
spill the two hot cups of coffee in my
hands but the sudden appearance of Sylvia
right in front of me, giggling
hysterically at my predicament, distracted
me. She offered no assistance and her
shrill, high pitched squeal of a laugh
attracted the attention of others around
her. I felt my face blushing bright red as
I continued struggling in my panty hobble
towards Jeff's office. By the time I
reached his door everybody in the library
could see what had happened and I could
hear them all laughing behind me as I
carefully placed the two cups on Jeff's
desk.
"I don't
want two cups. Take your cup, pull your
panties up, and go back to your office."
I had no
idea how I was supposed to accomplish this
while holding my coffee and I had to ask
"how?"
"Just
reach down, grab hold of the back of them
and pull them up!"
I was
aware of everybody outside being able to
see everything I was doing and I was
afraid to look out the door; to see their
laughing faces. After some struggling and
eventual abandonment of modesty, I managed
to pull them up at the back. I can only
imagine the sight I was from behind as I
scurried back to my office; back of my
skirt hitched up on my wrist; useless
panties probably not concealing anything
of my bare bottom. It was now true to say
everybody in the office and half a dozen
strangers had seen a glimpse of my bare
bottom. I wondered how long it would be
before some of them got to see more of it
in the future...
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