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 Diary Date: Friday January 4th, 2002

   (c)2005 kinkabella@gmail.com http://slave802120.blogspot.com

   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 and that 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
lunchroom 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...