Stage Fight
by Matt matt2323@writeme.com
Assigned to help my ex put on a play.


I almost thought it had been planned. It was the second semester of my senior
year in college and though I'd done well in four years, I was failing a
required stagecraft course that met a 8 in the morning. Because the professor
didn't want to see me not graduate, I was assigned to serve as the stagehand
to serve as a stage hand for a a classmate's play. It was a short comedy in a
women's play festival and it was directed by a girl named Stephanie who I had
dated last year, cheated on, and basically humiliated. The two of us had not
spoken in a year.

There were four women in the cast, including Stephanie, all performing
monologues about their worst relationship experiences. I showed up for the
first dress rehearsal, which was just the cast and me. I quietly took a seat
in the theatre to watch and take notes about what needed to be place where --
at least it was an easy assignment. Stephanie delivered her piece last and it
turns out that Stephanie's monologue was all about me. And no, it wasn't about
me cheating on her, or anything like that.

As Stephanie's fellow cast member, Tasha, filmed her with a camcorder,
Stephanie delivered a monologue about "her most recent boyfriend." I sat
there, with the other three girls in the cast, Clareanne, Rebecca and Dawn,
watching. I blushed because I knew this was all about me and so did they and
so would the entire audience tomorrow night. The title of Stephanie's piece
was, "Why I Dumped my Baby." She told the audience that her last boyfriend was
such an overgrown child that she had recurring nightmares about having to
change his diapers. That as soon as the dreams started she couldn't take me
seriously enough as a man and I couldn't please her in bed, no matter how hard
I tried, besides, I didn't offer anything "down there" that was man-sized.

I listened, watching the other girls in the cast snicker, and I grew red with
rage. Finally, I stood up and walked towards the door. Stephanie broke
character. "You're not leaving," she said.

"I'm not listening to this crap," I told her. "And there's no reason for me to
be here. You don't have a set so you don't need a stagehand."

"You are my set," Stephanie said.

She stepped off the stage and went to her bag in the audience. She pulled out
a blue bonnet, a pacifier and a big blue diaper.

"Everyone's going to know I'm talking about you anyway, so... I thought it'd
be funny to have you, on stage, dressed appropriately."

I stood up.

"Very funny. But, uh... no."

"I'm serious," Stephanie said. "Get into costume, unless you want to flunk
stage craft and not graduate until next year."

"That is so stupid," I said. "You know damned well the professor would let me
drop the show over this."

"Yeah," she said. "I guess you're not as dumb as I thought. But, you are going
to wear the costume at the show tomorrow night."

It wasn't even worth discussion, so I headed for the door. Tasha kept the
camera on me. The other girls all got up and beat me to the door. Stephanie
just stood on stage, holding up the costume. I looked at her. She sneered at
me. I turned back to the three girls and took another step towards the door.
Suddenly, Clareanne grabbed me by the hair and knocked me, nose first, right
into the door jam. I stumbled back, my eyes in tears and my vision blurry.

But, damn it, I wasn't about to give into this. I lashed out with my fist,
catching Clareanne in the temple and sending her sprawling to the floor,
holding her head. Suddenly, Rebacca grabbed one of my arms and Dawn grabbed
the other. They coudn't quite hold me in place, as I struggled pretty well,
but they were able to slow me down long enough for Stephanie to saunter over
and then knock the wind out of me with a punch to the solar plexus. Rubbing
her head and crying herself, Clareanne got back to her feet. As I tried to
catch my breath, Stephanie landed mroe body blows. Clareanne, tears in her
eyes, clocked me hard in the jaw. Stephanie hit me in the gut again and,
before I knew it, I was face down on the ground. Clareanne put her foot on the
back of my neck and stepped down with all of her weight. Dawn and Rebecca
continued to hold my arms. I felt Stephanie undoing my belt and unbuttoning my
jeans.

"No, no, no, no!" I cried.

I struggled again as Stephanie yanked by pants and underwear down to my knees,
exposing my ass. I struggled like crazy to keep my jeans from being pulled
down any further, twisting and clenching my legs and almost breaking free from
the girls holding me down. Stephanie finally stopped. She walked away. The
girls held me there, bare-assed and humiliated.

With a sudden burs of strength, I finally managed to throw the three girls off
of me. I scrambled to my hands and knees, and then my feet. reaching down to
try to pull up my pants and a thunderous thwack and what felt like a rifle
shot to my buttocks made me stumble and almost collapse. Stephanie grabbed my
by the ear and then pulled me over to the chair, center stage. She sat down
and pulled me over her knees as the girls cackled and laughed.

THWACK! Stephanie brought her airbrush down on my ass a second time. She
adjusted her grip on me, pulling me more tightly across her lap, yanking my
left arm up behind my back. THWACK! I let my head hang, so I wouldn't have to
see the people watching me, and began to emit blubbering sobs as Stephanie
continued her assault. I suddenly realized I couldn't do a thing about this.
Worse, I wouldn't dare try. The spanking continued and I began crying out
loud. Suddenly, Stephanie stopped and the girls stopped laughing. I sat there,
over her knee, my black and blue ass in the air, sobbing, trying to catch my
breath.

"I'm going to let you go," Stephanie said. "And you will stand up and take
your blubbering, wimpy, cry-baby self across the stage and put on your diaper.
If you don't... you'll wind up here again."

Stephanie let go of my arm. I stumbled to my feet and stood there with my
pants around my ankles, trying to reign in my tears and humiliation.

"Now," said Stephanie.

I stepped out of my pants. I picked the diaper up off of the stage floor and
put it on.

"And you will wear it in the show tomorrow night," Stephanie said.

And then, from behind the camera, Tasha spoke up. "Or, this tape will be the
show, baby."

"And try not to mess you diaper on stage, baby," said Stephanie. "In fact,
don't do a thing that I don't tell you to do. Unless you want to be changed in
front of a full house."

And I stood there in my diaper, blubbering and sniffling. The night before my
humiliating debt.

The End.