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86. My Quick Thinking “No!” I heard Tess’s voice, and I could tell she was getting upset about something. I immediately turned towards the lounge, and started to spill the bottle I’d been filling up. I cursed under my breath and hurried to mop up the spill. I could hear her voice, and she sounded somewhat upset. But not scared or hurt, so I had to hope it was just some kind of game. My mind filled with the worst possible scenarios, thinking of reasons for a little girl to raise her voice, and I dreaded finding that Tess was really upset about something I couldn’t resolve. Or that she was upsetting Ffrances with the sudden burst of emotion; I wasn’t sure which one worried me more. This was why I needed my girlfriend to help look after the little one; I couldn’t be worrying about both of them. And I would have to tell Tess that afterwards; perhaps she would be more reasonable once she realised it wasn’t just Ffrances’s comfort that I was thinking about but her own as well. In any case, it probably took less than a minute for me to mop up my spill sufficiently that I could see what was wrong. I strode quickly to the door, and heard that Tess still seemed excited, even if she had lowered her voice now. “I didn’t mean me!” she was whining as I opened the door. I quickly asked what was wrong, because I could see the baby wasn’t happy. I almost finished the sentence before I saw the problem for myself. Tess was sitting in a puddle now, clearly having wet herself. I panicked for a second, hoping that this wouldn’t upset her enough to put her off regression in the future. But I realised pretty quickly that it could also be a good sign. She’d had an accident without me triggering her, without me making it happen. Maybe it was just a consequence of all the suggestions to put her in a very little headspace, and she thought it was a natural thing for someone as small as her to do; in which case she must have overcome any resistance she had to the idea. Or it could be that she had decided to trigger herself, really buying into the role. Whether it was intentional or not, I was sure that it would make it harder for her to object about being babied in the future, so I did my best to comfort and reassure her. I told her that she wasn’t in trouble, that she was still a good girl, and I asked if she wanted to get changed. I knew it would have been a perfect opportunity to force her into diapers, and I would have a decent reason for doing that if she objected when she was back to her pretence of maturity. But I wanted her to be comfortable; if she was willing to take those steps on her own, I wanted to let her do it. Once she had chosen to go along with it, I would find it so much easier to stop her taking it back. So today I would only give her the gentlest of pushes, and see how far she would go voluntarily. She needed to understand that she really was a baby, and it wasn’t just something I was pushing on her. I didn’t insist on anything. I asked her if she was big enough to get changed by herself, and to put her soaked clothes in the laundry hamper. I was kind of talking down to her like a little kid, but I knew that would work. She couldn’t get angry, because I was offering her a chance to be a big girl. I was asking if she wanted to do something for herself, and clearly told her that she could be big if she wanted to. But as the same time I was a little condescending; so the triggers she still had from last time would make it easier for her to feel little, and to accept being treated like a kid. It made it easier for her to go along with it, so she didn’t need to fight. “I think I got super extra little,” she said, “so I better have diapers.” I was cheering on the inside, but I couldn’t let my joy show. I patted her on the head and told her how mature that was, the decision to do what she needed. Using her perceived need to act mature as a way to convince her that this was the right choice. While at the same time, I couldn’t get over how easily she had let it happen. She must have made peace with herself, I thought. She must have decided that she was okay with being a baby, even if it was only a subconscious choice. If I said the right things now, she would always be one step away from littlespace, one word away from losing control and being my little baby. She dashed off upstairs to get changed, after I promised I would be with her soon. Then I looked at what needed to be done in the lounge. Ffrances was still turning a parcel over and over in her hands, looking at each side like she’d never seen it before. Even after a minute, she didn’t seem to realise that she had searched for an open part on every face of the little cuboid. I could talk to her in a moment. First, I called up the home automation app on my phone and requested the vacuum to come in here, and then I directed it to the wide pee stain on the floor, and told it to dispense soap. It only took a few minutes to make sure that it knew which area it was supposed to clean, and then I could let it work. I was intrigued to see how well it would cope with the job; I had upgraded it when I first heard that Tess was coming, replacing a basic wet-and-dry vacuum with a high-end model that could shampoo the carpet and do a deep clean too. This was the first real chance I’d had to test it out. Once it started spreading a layer of suds behind it, I turned to Ffrances. “You doing okay, babe? She went a little further than I expected there.” “I gotta…” she held out her present towards me, and looked confused for a second. Like she couldn’t find the word. “Got a box!” I already knew just how powerful hypnosis could be, but it was still a shock to see her acting like that. She was supposed to be the one in charge, and it was hard to believe she would let it go so far no matter what Tess had found to coerce her with. “Clever girl,” I tried. It was so weird; I knew she wasn’t a child, and it was hard to treat her like one. But what else could I do in the circumstances? “I think Tess wants to help you open it, but she needs to get cleaned up. I bet you could grow up now, she wouldn’t notice.” “No!” she answered, and pouted. “I still got pes… perara… presents. Stuff to open! Gonna be a good baby.” “Are you sure? You could be in charge, and help me tell Tess what to do.” “No!” She shook her head so forcefully, I just didn’t know what to say to her in that state. She was my Mistress, and I would do whatever she said, but she couldn’t think clearly right now. And I didn’t know how to pull her back to adulthood if she didn’t want to start the process. It was something I’d never needed to think about before; I’d never been in charge with Ffrances, and I didn’t want Tess to leave her littlespace. I gave my girlfriend her drink, thinking how strange it was to see her acting like this. She’d always been smaller than me, but it had never reduced her presence before. Dressed like this, and sucking on a sippy cup, it struck me how much she looked like a toddler. The hypnosis really was powerful; if I didn’t know better I could have assumed that she was a little. But I couldn’t stop and speculate about that now. I needed to get upstairs quickly, and see just how eager Tess was to take her regression further. “How about you play with some of Tess’s toys while she’s not here?” I said, and offered Ffrances a rattle from the pile of presents they had already opened. I couldn’t remember whose that one had been, but I was sure it would keep Ffrances entertained for a few minutes. “Be a good girl, drink your juice, and make sure you don’t make a puddle like your sister.” Ffrances giggled, and lifted up the frilly edge of her skirt. “I got a diaper, see! No leaks.” And then she went back to playing with her toys. She seemed to be trying to feed the rattle to her new doll, with no concern for anything else around her. I froze in place, half standing and on the way to the door, but then I turned around again. Once she’d said that, I had to be sure. “Yeah, and you’re not that little, are you?” I asked, and she just chuckled. I couldn’t tell if she was focused on some childish game, or if my words seemed funny. Was there something she knew that I didn’t? “Did Tess make you have an accident?” “Yep!” she grinned, and went right back to playing. “I’m a little baby!” I sighed, and thought for a few seconds before responding: “I want Tess to have fun, but she needs to learn that’s over the line. She can’t degrade you like that. So what do you think would be an appropriate punishment? Well, I guess you’re too little to think about that now. But first, let’s get you changed.” “No!” She pouted for a second, and then went right back to laughing at her toys. I glanced over at the carpet cleaner, which was drifting back and forth in slow zigzags in the middle of a patch of suds now. It would probably be finished before I came back down. And then I realised I had to accept what Ffrances said. She’d be upset about it as soon as she escaped from those suggestions, and I was sure I would get spanked for saying “I told you so”, but that was the only option left to me now. I could check on Tess, make sure she knew not to try something inappropriate like that again, and help the two little ones enjoy themselves until our second Christmas was over and Ffrances’s wrath was unleashed. 87. My Baby On the way upstairs, I thought about what had happened, and realised that I’d been missing a piece of the jigsaw. I’d been so happy to realise that Tess was willing to have an accident without my input, whether or not she had triggered herself intentionally. But now I realised there was another possibility. Perhaps it was what I had said before; I’d told her that she would have an accident if she tried to make Ffrances wet herself, and I could entertain the possibility that the trigger had worked even though it wasn’t night. I didn’t know how enthusiastic Tess would be about being treated like a baby, if her accident had been a result of my trigger rather than her own impulses. I was happy to see that she had taken off her wet clothes, but hadn’t dressed again yet. She had even lifted out baby powder and oil, and set a diaper on the edge of the changing table. This was it; my little girl was willing to wear diapers, and she hadn’t even needed any pressure from me to convince her. I lifted her up onto the changing table, and she thrashed around for a second. Maybe she hadn’t been expecting that. But after a few moments of confusion she smiled and blushed. She didn’t fight me at all as I cleaned her up with baby wipes, unfolded the diaper under her butt, and lightly powdered her. It felt weird for a moment, as I realised this was probably the first time in a decade I had diapered someone. Had Tess still been in diapers when I was last her babysitter? I couldn’t even remember now; my memories of my high school days were more than a little vague. It was possible that this was actually my first time, but I was sure I knew how to do it, and Tess was more than willing to trust me. That convinced me again that this was something she had agreed to, at least subconsciously. It could have been my trigger, but I hadn’t seen any proof that it would work except for bedwetting, and I was sure that in that case she would have been nervous, maybe even trying to deny it. Or at least she would have tried to clean up after herself and angrily rejected my help, like she had been doing for the last few months. Whether it was hypnosis, or just a willingness to please, she was accepting now that I was the adult, and that she didn’t need to fight against me. Once she was diapered she giggled and squirmed, getting used to the new sensation. They’d been in her drawer all that time without her actually trying one; and I imagined the feeling would be strange to her. I know it had surprised me to realise just how thick and soft the padding could be. I hoped she would find it comfortable, and would find it harder to protest against wearing them in future. I lifted her down again. She could probably have jumped by herself, but I wanted to seem supportive and kind in the face of a sudden accident. Even if my trigger had been the final push she needed, she wouldn’t put the blame on me. So if I was supportive, I would be someone she could turn to in situations like this; possibly even when she started having accidents around her friends. And she would learn to trust my advice more, making it easier for her to accept her littlespace and let it become a part of her life. She let me look through her closet and pick out a new outfit for her. I selected a onesie that came with a clip-on tutu, much like the one Ffrances was wearing. If she wanted to see them as sisters, that would only make it easier. And make it easier for her to slip back into that headspace, if she felt more comfortable like that. I kind of hoped that Ffrances would be a little firmer with Tess once she’d been at the kid’s mercy. Coming back to adulthood to realise that she’d been made to wet herself would quickly dry up any sympathy, and perhaps Ffrances could be persuaded that Tess needed to drop into littlespace any time I set out childish clothes for her to wear; but with or without an explicit hypnotic suggestion, it was more likely to be successful when she had happy memories of being dressed by a grown up. She let me put the clothes on her. She held up her arms when I said, so that I could pull the onesie on, and then did a little twirl while I popped her skirt on. She played at being a ballerina a little, which I guess is natural given the outfit I was dressing her in. I picked her some fluffy socks as well, in a similar shade of green. I waited until she was dressed and happy before I asked her the big question. “You said you said the wrong words. Were you trying to make Ffrances wet?” She agreed instantly, didn’t even try to deny it, or to provide any justification. I couldn’t tell if this was some kind of childlike naïveté, or if she genuinely didn’t care if she was making someone else suffer. She seemed so cute, giving me a matter-of-fact answer and not seeming to understand that she’d done something wrong. I wanted her to know that even if she was in a different headspace, her actions were still hers. The suggestions influencing her would be no excuse. But I wanted her to be happy as well, so I decided to play firm-but-fair. I asked her if she remembered what had happened during her first real regressed experience. That time, I had been the big sister and I’d been punished for making her wet herself. That was different, of course, because Tess was a little and wanted to lose that control deep down; but I didn’t need to raise that detail now. I could just ask her if she remembered how Ffrances had punished me. I told her that she was going to have an accident like a baby the next time she felt her bladder fill. She nodded, and still didn’t argue. I didn’t know if I should be feeling like this was a victory, or like Tess had finally come to understand what she really wanted. But I could be sure that she would be wetting her diaper through the day, and she would be so deep in littlespace that there was no opportunity for her to change her mind. Either way, this was the day she really became my baby. When I got back downstairs, the vacuum was running it wet-vac mode, drying off the recently shampooed area of carpet. I hadn’t realised that changing Tess had taken me that long, but Ffrances didn’t seem to be bored. She had managed to open one of her presents by herself, a little gopher plush, and Tess dashed over to say hi to it as soon as we entered the room. And then we were just doing more of the same; taking turns for them to open presents. Tess beamed in delight at looking at pedestrian toys and new clothes in the same style as many of the ones that were already in her closet. Ffrances had some of the edgier things; anything that Tess might have protested she was too old for, although it seemed that in her new, accepting state she was unlikely to fight back against anything. Half an hour and five presents later, Tess had just unrolled a large present that turned out to be a playmat. It rolled out on the floor easily enough to reveal an overhead view of a suburban neighbourhood. They were pushing their dolls around the streets in a couple of toy cars, but I could see that Tess was starting to lose interest. “Why don’t you open your big one too?” she said. “I bet it’s gonna be loads of fun! We can play with that too. Maybe it’s a doll house to put on the map!” “I don’t think you’ll be able to play together with that one,” I said, with a smile on my face. I was really enjoying myself now; and not just because Tess was ready to be the baby I had wanted. They were just like real children, so sweet at play, and when they started to get carried away it was easy to forget that Ffrances wasn’t a real little. I loved seeing them have fun like that, but I couldn’t miss an opportunity to build up their excitement a little more, and make sure that Tess’s newfound curiosity about regression was turned in the most effective direction. “It’s something that’s only for one little girl. This one was supposed to be a special thing for the little sister, but Ffrances can decide if she wants to try it out, or if she wants to let you have the first turn.” “I wanna try it!” Tess squeaked, and I found myself laughing again. She was so sure, even before she knew what was inside the box. “Maybe you should then, if Ffrances will let you. I can imagine you’d be excited about it at your age, and you’d get really excited and do your best to make sure you can use it. Either of you would, but I hope you can decide before you get excited so you don’t wind up fighting over it.” “You can try it,” Ffrances said with a laugh. I wasn’t sure if she knew what was in the box, but right now her attention seemed to be entirely on a pink car that she was trying to fit an upside-down Barbie into. She was so caught up in the last toy that she didn’t mind letting Tess see the next. “Yeah,” Tess blushed, feeling her curiosity piqued. “I wanna know what it is. And I’ll get excited about wanting to try it like you said, I’m that little. But I’ll still let Ffrances try it first if she wants to when she opens it, it’s for her to choose. Right? So I won’t make her all excited like this unless she wants to be.” Ffrances smiled, and the two little girls hugged. And then Tess was picking at the corners of the wrapping paper on the largest box, helping Ffrances to reveal a pastel pink box inside. After all my misgivings it was wonderful to see them both apparently happy; and even if Ffrances was mad later, I thought that it might have been worth it to teach Tess how little she really was.

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Zoe has a challenge for Emma. Something that SHOULD be simple, but can Emma manage it? ---  I'm only able to write as much as I do thanks to the amazing support of my readers. Writing is my only income and I appreciate everyone who reads my stories more than you all can imagine. If you enjoy my stories and want to see updates a week before everyone else PLUS read 35+ stories only available on my membership sites please have a look at the links below. All support is very gratefully accepted ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- “N-Now?” I asked. My confidence delating like a balloon with a tear. “Yeah, let’s go to an empty classroom and you can change your diaper.” Zoe said. I looked around. I would’ve loved nothing more than to show Zoe and everyone else that I could change myself. There was just one problem and that was… Zoe was right. I was the least coordinated girl around, a long way behind all the other girls in our senior year and probably behind many in the lower years as well, much to my embarrassment. I couldn’t back down now though. If I concentrated hard enough then maybe I can do a semi-adequate job. It wasn’t that hard; I’d watched Mom do it so many times without problem after all. “OK.” I said. My voice quavered slightly from anxiety. Zoe quickly finished up the last few bites of her lunch and then gathered her bag. And started leading the way. Liam went to stand up, but she turned back towards him, it was clear she still resented that he hadn’t asked her to the Prom. “No boys allowed.” Zoe said with a wagging finger. Liam, whose face had been like a child on Christmas, sank back down looking like he’d just opened his present to find a lump of coal. I followed Zoe feeling supremely unconfident that I could live up to what my bravado had said. As soon as we were out of the canteen, I quickened my pace, so I was level with Zoe. “We don’t actually have to do it, right?” I said quickly, “Maybe we should forget it.” “What’s the matter?” Zoe asked with a smile, “Chicken?” “No, it’s just…” I started but I trailed off. I had nowhere to go with that sentence. I WAS scared. “Here we go.” Zoe said as we came across an empty classroom. Checking up and down the hallway to make sure we weren’t going to be seen, Zoe then opened the door and hurried inside. I followed and felt like I’d crossed through a looking glass and was seeing a whole new world. “This is one of the boy’s classrooms…” I said as I looked around in wonder. “You’ve never been in one?” Zoe asked. She had hurried over to pull three desks together, “I looked in a few times. They’re just really… boring. Not colourful like our classroom.” It didn’t seem boring at all to me. I looked around in wonder at all the things used for learning. The books on many subjects, the whiteboard currently showed a graph I couldn’t hope to understand, a globe and computer on the teacher’s desk. It was less colourful because it was more serious. This was a place for learning, for gaining the skills to make it in the world. God, how I wanted to stay in there… “OK, we can… Hey, what are you doing?” Zoe asked. I had wondered down a wall lined with books. I took in the titles like a sponge absorbing water. They were mostly just textbooks for various subjects, but they filled my mind’s imagination like a flood. I could only dream about what was inside them, I certainly didn’t have time right then to start looking. I sighed. “Come on, we can’t stay here forever.” Zoe said as she grabbed me by the arm and pulled me back to the makeshift table she had made. I looked down at the desks and then at Zoe who was watching me expectantly. “What should I…” I started. “You said you could change yourself.” Zoe said, “I want to see it. Look, I’ll even help.” Zoe took my bag from me and pulled out the spare diaper that was kept inside as well as the baby powder and wipes. I looked back at the door, there was no way to lock it though, thankfully, the only windows pointed towards the outside and they were all shrouded by blinds. “Alright…” I said. I looked around, my knees felt slightly weak. Failure here would mean more than just losing a bet with no stakes, it would prove Zoe right, that I was still as hopeless as I ever was. It felt like an exam that I had forgotten about and now I was being forced to take it with no preparation whatsoever. There had been a few times in my life where I had attempted to change myself and, to be honest, it had never gone particularly well. It usually resulted in my mom finding me, taking over and then supervising me cleaning up the mess I had made, or dad finding me and spanking my bare bottom. “You want me to do it right here?” I asked nervously, “Right now?” “If you want to back out and admit you can’t then we can ju-…” Zoe started. “No, no, no… I can!” I looked down at my waist. “Well, go on then!” Zoe said. I took a dep breath. I could do this. I’d been changed so often I could see every step in my mind. It wasn’t the order of instructions that troubled me though. It was the coordination. The familiar problem that haunted everything I tried to do. I had been sent to school in white dress with blue frills that day. I had to have Zoe help me unzip it at the back before I lifted it over my head. It felt so strange to be standing in the middle of a school classroom with only my bra, a damp diaper, and my socks and shoes on. I climbed on to the desks which wobbled a little before lying down. I took a deep breath as I reached down for the tapes of my disposable, once I did this there would be no turning back. The tapes sounded extra loud in the empty and silent classroom. When I pulled the last one away the diaper slackened, and I was able to unfold it between my legs. I took another deep breath and realised I hadn’t even been breathing during the process. Zoe handed me some baby wipes and that was where I realised this was not going to be easy. The process of cleaning myself should’ve caused no issues at all, and yet my hands found it difficult to concentrate on both gripping the wet tissues and wiping in the correct way. Zoe looked at me with a raised eyebrow. “Geez, I think an actual baby would do a better job.” Zoe commented acidly. “Shut up.” I grunted, lifting my head to try and look at what I was doing. Once I was sure I had done about as good a job as my lack of coordination would allow, I lifted my butt and pulled the diaper up. Almost immediately, it slipped from my grasp and fell to the floor. I tried to make it look like it was on purpose, but I wasn’t fooling even myself of that. “Want some help?” Zoe asked with a wry smile. “Just hand me the damn diaper.” I muttered. Once I had it back, I was free to try again. I was getting increasingly frustrated at my own inabilities. It didn’t make sense; I’d seen so many of these damn changes and yet I still couldn’t copy them. My fingers just refused to do as they were told. I managed to get the diaper up and over my private area but as I tried to pull the tapes my fingers kept slipping off them. I could see Zoe shuffling her feet, she was losing interest in watching me fail to do something I said I could manage easily. The door to the classroom opened and both Zoe and I turned our heads. I was still holding the diaper against my tummy with the tapes sticking out when a teacher walked in. He was eating an apple and when he saw us girls he stopped. I swore at myself for taking so long. This was the worst possible outcome. “What’s going on?” The teacher asked. I didn’t even know his name. “N-Nothing.” I replied stupidly. The teacher walked over to his desk and put his apple down. I tried desperately to tape myself up but, in my panic, I was even more uncoordinated. I didn’t know what to do. I had been caught red-handed doing something I knew wasn’t allowed. Zoe backed away from me as if trying to disassociate herself with the whole situation. “It doesn’t look like nothing.” The teacher said as he stood next to me. I felt incredibly vulnerable in my supine position. My face was going red, and I bit my lip as the teacher stared at me, it was like he thought if he looked hard enough, he would be able to read my mind. Finally, he turned away to look at Zoe. “She said she could change her own diaper!” Zoe quickly spilled the beans, “I was just watching!” “Wow…” I muttered under my breath, “Thanks, Zoe.” There wasn’t any other rational explanation. I knew that. But it would’ve been nice if Zoe tried even a little bit to cover for me. Unfortunately, we were told that lying is wrong and that good girls would never do it, and Zoe was nothing if not a good girl. “Is that right?” The teacher asked. He looked down to my failed efforts and his face twisted into a thin-mouthed smirk, “And how has that been going? Can she do it?” “No!” Zoe didn’t hesitate in her emphatic reply. “I… I could!” I argued, “I just need some practice…” The teacher shook his head and then reached down to grab my wrist. I yelped and tried to pull away, but he was much too strong, in no time at all he had pulled me off the desk. The diaper fell away leaving my bottom half uncovered as I stumbled forwards. Already tears were springing from my eyes as I pleaded with the teacher to let me go. I hated that I was begging. “Please!” I said with a sob escaping my mouth, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” “You will be.” The teacher replied grimly. I tried unsuccessfully to pull away as I was pulled to the teacher’s desk. I was pulled forwards until my hips hit the wood and I was bent over the edge. My hands went sprawling in front of me and I ended up knocking some paperwork on to the floor. That seemed to annoy the teacher anymore and he exclaimed at the mess I had made. “It wasn’t my fault!” I cried, “Y-You pushed me!” The teacher didn’t care. In his opinion, I had forced him to do this because I had misbehaved, I had committed the cardinal sin of trying to change my own diaper. I was still wondering why it was such a big deal when I felt a spank land on my bare butt. I squealed and gasped as my legs kicked out. I wanted to get away but I was held in place. The tears started to come faster and heavier now, my head looked to the side and through my watery vision I could see Zoe watching with a hand covering her mouth. I could already feel my ass stinging after just a single smack. The second, third, fourth and fifth only made it worse. I felt sure I was going to bruise. I beat the desk with my hands and cried uncontrollably, snot running down my face as I thrashed my head from side to side. As far as I could tell Zoe was just watching, the humiliation was as bad as the pain. I thrashed and lost control of my body. I felt urine leaking out of me and down my legs. I heard it dripping down to the floor between my legs and even hitting the desk next to me. I tried to tell the teacher what was happening, to say I was sorry and couldn’t stop it, but I couldn’t get the words out. The only things that came out of my mouth were spit and sobs. “Oh, for Heaven’s sake…” The teacher said. He must’ve noticed the growing puddle between my legs. A bell rang and I felt the spanking abruptly finish. A second later the door to the classroom opened. I gasped. Boys were coming in and seeing me mooning them with a butt that had just been tanned red. I heard catcalls and laughter. Still bent over the desk, I didn’t want to get up. I didn’t want to show my face to these guys. The male students I was so desperate to be equal to was seeing me in the worst possible light. “Get out of here.” The teacher said, “And tell the reception to send a janitor here to clean up your mess.” I slowly lifted myself up. I must’ve looked like a complete mess. My face was red and puffy, there were tear streaks down my cheeks and my hair was all over the place. I could see it all in the window in front of me. My dress came down and gave me a little modesty. I looked around as I shook and felt unsure of what to do. I couldn’t see Zoe, but I did see a lot of male faces staring at me. Some smirked, one or two winked and blew kisses, but for the most part they weren’t reacting much. It almost felt worse, it was as If this was all that was expected of girls like me. “If you don’t get a move on, I’ll give you detention.” The teacher said as he put his hand on my back and gave me a little push towards the door, “And you can meet my ruler.” I saw the teacher pointing to his desk where a large wooden ruler sat. I shuddered. I didn’t need any more motivation and hurried left the room despite the horrible feeling of wetness running down my legs and my very saw butt. My hands went down to my backside as soon as the door closed, and I looked around for Zoe. She wasn’t there. Of course, Zoe would’ve hurried along to our classroom. I couldn’t help but feel as if she had abandoned me. With everything that had happened recently regarding our dates for the prom I couldn’t help but wonder if the whole thing had been deliberate. I shook my head, no matter how mad Zoe was with me I was sure she would never have done something so cruel. Without waiting around any longer and getting myself in more trouble, I turned towards the reception. I needed to get the janitor for the mess I had left behind, I needed a new diaper from the nurse, and I would need a change of clothes… again. ---  If you want to see what happens next RIGHT NOW you can do so at one of the following links. Thank you, and all support is very gratefully received: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/mobgtuaba5be79/chapter/mrn8oa763a9a4612 https://subscribestar.art/posts/2590442

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