The Teacher: Chapter Twenty-One (Conclusion)

[The Cle-venger]

Chapter One:

Hannah Castle set down the chalk and turned from the blackboard.  Re-tucking her white blouse into her green and blue tartan skirt she addressed the students in her class, “These are the things I want you to pay particular attention to on the field trip today.  By the time we get back I expect everyone to be able to explain, in detail, two of these events.  Essays will be due at the start of class tomorrow.”

“You can’t be serious.” A girl in the back of the room griped.

Having been walked all over by her students last year, in part because she wanted to be the ‘cool teacher’ and partly due the fact she is less than a decade older than the kids in her class, Hannah was determined to set a strong tone that she was in charge this year.  “That’s detention Sierra.”

“What?!?!” Sierra yelped.

“I will not tolerate back talk or speaking out of turn in my classroom.”  The teacher brushed a loose strand of auburn hair from her face.  “I know you’re in high school now, but I expect all of you to be on your best behavior today at the museum.  The bus should be here by now, so why don’t we all head out?”

Forty-five minutes later Ms. Castle’s freshman class arrived at the Historical Museum for the day’s adventure.  Having previously been paired into groups, the kids were allowed to wander about at their leisure to peruse the exhibits.  Their teacher roamed about on her own keeping an eye on all the goings on pleased the earlier detention she had given had apparently done the trick. 

Lingering at an exhibit depicting Henry Ford, Hannah allowed her mind to drift a bit to her plans for the upcoming weekend.  Hit the gym on the way home, swing home for a shower then off to Ryan’s house for dinner.  More than likely she’d end up spending the night, which means a round two in the morning and lazing in bed until lunch.  Of course, she did eventually have to get out of bed, Saturday afternoon she had yoga and a freelance art class.  Painting wasn’t her forte, but it was fun swirling the colors on the canvas. 

Stumbling into someone she was bumped out of her reverie, “Sorry.”

“And why aren’t you with the rest of the girls?” A woman in her 50’s with graying hair and thick horn-rimmed glasses admonished.

With a furrowed brow, “Are you with the museum?”

“You know full well who I am, young lady.” The woman placed her hands on her hips and glared.  “Now march your butt back to the rest of the class.”

“I don’t know who you think I am, but you’ve got the wrong person.”  Seeing that the argument had drawn the attention of some of her students she pointed them out.  “I’m a teacher, too.  These are my students.  Now I’d appreciate it if you kindly went on your way.”

The older woman turned to the kids, “She isn’t your instructor, is she?”

In unison, Sierra and her friends responded, “No.  Never seen her before.”

Stunned, Hannah was speechless as the woman grabbed her wrist and started to pull her away, “As I thought.  Ten swats for running off and ten more for lying when we get back to school.  And you’d best stop resisting or I’ll spank you right here.”

“No!  You can’t do this!” Ms. Castle pleaded.  “I’m really their teacher, I can prove it!  My purse, it’s on the bus!”

The matronly woman delivered a hard smack to the teacher’s rear end.  “I said march, young lady!  You’re earning extra swats every second you delay.”

“Those are my students, they’re lying!”

Hands on her hips, “Not likely, it’s near impossible to get a group of kids to agree on anything let alone to all lie in concert with each other unprompted.”

“Fuck you!” Hannah screamed spinning away from the other woman’s grasp and bee-lining towards the nearest exit with an obligatory angry glare at Sierra on the way by.  Tasting free air, she paused for a second to locate the school bus.  Halfway there, her run to freedom was thwarted by a wretched pothole allowing the overweight security guard to pin her to the ground.

“Stop struggling,” he wheezed proving his 300 plus pounds weren’t just for show, he truly was out of shape.  “Ms. Givens is getting the rest of the girls on the bus then she’ll be over to collect you.”

“Ms. Givens is a stupid bitch who doesn’t listen.”  The teacher attempted to squirm loose.  “Just let me get my purse from the bus and I can prove I am who I say I am.”

“I heard that,” the older woman scowled.  “Frank, drag her over to the others if you have to, we’ll do roll call and then we’ll know exactly who this mouthy child is.”

Figuring the ordeal would soon be coming to an end when they discovered they had an extra ‘student’, Hannah begrudgingly tolerated the walk of shame with most of her freshman ogling from the entryway of the museum.  To her horror, two full buses of girls wearing the same outfit she had selected that morning greeted her at the destination.  One by one names were read off a list alphabetically until every other girl there had been accounted for, getting ready to launch into a tirade, Hannah was cut short as one last name was read, a Hannah Ziegler.

“I take you’re Hannah then?” Ms. Givens looked down over the top of her glasses.  “I’ll be sure to remember that name from now on.”

“I’m not!  I mean my name is Hannah, but Castle not Ziegler or whatever.”

“That’s enough lies out of you, bend over and touch your toes!”  A blank expression on her face Hannah stared at the older woman who was not impressed by her lack of movement and appealed for help from the security guard.  “Frank if you’d assist please.”

A gruff hand gripped the back of the young teacher’s neck forcing her to bend at the waist.  With her head held down by her knees she felt the back of her skirt being lifted to expose her lacy red panties to the world.  “Stop!  Please!  You can’t do this!  I’m an adult for god’s sake!”

“Taking the lord’s name in vain and not wearing regulation underwear puts you up to 150 smacks.” Ms. Givens informed all those around.  “Be sure to count them out.”

In quick succession five swats landed on Hannah’s exposed backside.  “Ow!  Stop it!”

“That isn’t counting,” three more spanks rained down.

Another blow landed and the young teacher squeaked.  “Nine.  You happy you crazy bitch?”

“That bumps the total to 160 and counting begins at one young lady.”  Five more smacks connected with Hannah’s reddening behind.

“One, two, three, four, five…” Tears running from her eyes and snot pouring from her nose she at last counted the requisite 160 and was summarily deposited in a vacant seat on the bus.  Lurching forward the bus rolled onto the road and Hannah managed to compose herself enough to start working on a plan of escape when they got to wherever they were going.

[GQLF]

Force teacher regression baby? I like this story!

[diaper24/7]

Nice start.

[diapernocturnus]

this is going to be fun, looking forward to hearing more.

Thanks.

[AdultInnocence]

This story lost my interest. They didn't try to prove her wrong by going for her purse and looking at it, or calling the school to verify. Plus if she was a student the class would have known her for a student and would have seen her.

Just my 2 cents

[kerry]

2 hours ago, AdultInnocence said:

This story lost my interest. They didn't try to prove her wrong by going for her purse and looking at it, or calling the school to verify. Plus if she was a student the class would have known her for a student and would have seen her.

Just my 2 cents

I'll give it another chance, but the lack of realistic behavior here just feels ridiculous. I know: a diaper fetish story is by definition not "realistic"; still people should act and respond to stimuli in recognizable ways. This "Mrs. Givens" feels as if she has escaped from a Diaper Dimension story. She doesn't recognize Hannah as a teacher? Very unlikely, given the faculty meetings they would both have attended. (We are told that this is not Hannah's first semester teaching, after all.) So far there is no internalized logic here.

BTW: I can't even imagine the society in which it is acceptable for a teacher to take down a teenager's pants and spank her in public...

[The Cle-venger]

2 hours ago, kerry said:

I'll give it another chance, but the lack of realistic behavior here just feels ridiculous. I know: a diaper fetish story is by definition not "realistic"; still people should act and respond to stimuli in recognizable ways. This "Mrs. Givens" feels as if she has escaped from a Diaper Dimension story. She doesn't recognize Hannah as a teacher? Very unlikely, given the faculty meetings they would both have attended. (We are told that this is not Hannah's first semester teaching, after all.) So far there is no internalized logic here.

BTW: I can't even imagine the society in which it is acceptable for a teacher to take down a teenager's pants and spank her in public...

perhaps I could have made it clearer that Ms. Givens and Ms. Castle are employed by separate schools; though I did note neither recognized the other, they were on different buses and that the girls with Ms. Givens were all in uniforms.  

As for the public spanking, I may have taken some liberties with what is/isn't acceptable

5 hours ago, AdultInnocence said:

This story lost my interest. They didn't try to prove her wrong by going for her purse and looking at it, or calling the school to verify. Plus if she was a student the class would have known her for a student and would have seen her.

Just my 2 cents

A fair point; however, if I had allowed them to check her ID the story would have been over in a paragraph "she produced her driver's license proving she really was a 23-year-old and the matronly older lady apologized and let her go on her merry way.  The end." 

   Chapter Two:

Watching her teacher’s ass turn the same color as her exposed panties made Sierra’s side hurt from laughing so hard; it may have been cruel but when an opportunity like this comes along you have to take advantage.  Out of the corner of her eye she spied a girl in the same uniform the group of girls slip out of the museum and slowly being walking the opposite direct, obviously someone else was taking advantage of the situation as well.  Once Ms. Castle had been whisked away and the students filed back to their own bus, Sierra nonchalantly retrieved her teacher’s disregarded purse and began digging through in search of her cell phone. 

“Where’s Ms. Castle?” the bus driver inquired.

Popping her head up before anyone else could speak Sierra answered, “She wasn’t feeling well.  After she made sure we were all getting on the bus she called an Uber home.”

“Whatever.” The bored school employee closed the door to his yellow behemoth and began the trek home.

Holding the cell at an angle, the freshman girl was able to see the swipe pattern on her teacher’s phone, replicated it and was free to scroll through the contacts.  One named <3Ryan<3 jumped out as a logical place to start.  Firing off a series of texts pretending Ms. Castle’s aunt had died and that she would be out of town for a few days ensured he wouldn’t go looking for her too early.  The next thing she did was dial the ‘call in’ number and was greeted by a series of prompts, name, date off work and date of return.  Filling in the appropriate information with off starting tomorrow and not returning until Monday would buy Thursday, Friday and the weekend off the school’s radar. 

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A nudge from the girl next to her jolted Hannah awake.  Realizing she must have cried herself to sleep she peered out the window to get her bearings and was greeted by a wrought iron gate with the words ‘St. Anne’s Reformatory School for Girls’.  She’d heard of it before, generally regarded as a disciplinarian school for kids who had been, for one reason or another, removed from their old schools in favor of a stricter daily regimen.  The students all lived on campus during the year and the matrons, as evidenced by her earlier humiliation, had authority granted to them by the parents to use whatever corrective means was deemed necessary.  Getting out would be an issue, especially now that she was more than forty miles from home with no access to money, a phone or her identification.

Hannah was hardly surprised that security was waiting to escort her to class when it came time to exit the bus.  The odds of overpowering the two men and running off to freedom seemed non-existent at best so she played along for the time being.  As luck would have it, the time being didn’t take as long as she expected, a twinge in her bladder gave her an idea, raising her hand she waited to be called on before asking, “Miss, may I please be excused to the restroom?”

“Can you hold it until the end of lesson?” Was the matron’s reply?

“Sorry Miss, I don’t believe so.” Hannah played the good girl role to the max hoping it would help.

Picking up a 2”x4”x6” block of wood with ‘Hall Pass’ burned on the surface she handed it to the out of place teacher, “Hurry back.”

Taking care of the business that had inspired her breakout attempt, she poked her head out of the bathroom.  Hallway clear, she stealthily tiptoed towards the nearest door, checking it and finding it unlocked she gave to handle a push.  Alarms blared out, students flooded the halls and Hannah was busted.  In short order she found herself forcibly bent over and spanked by the headmistress for the second time that day.

“Honestly child, I don’t know what has gotten into you.  We haven’t finished the first week of classes and already you’ve had to be disciplined how many times?” Ms. Givens sighed.  “Mind explaining what it is you were thinking?”

“I’m 23, not a child and I don’t belong here!”  Hannah fidgeted in her seat across the desk from her tormentor.  “Just let me call me school, we can straighten all this out.”

“Very well, if it gets you to shut up, I’ll play along with your little game.”  The older woman picked up the phone, finger hovering over the buttons, “The number?”

The well spanked teacher recited a number from memory, Ms. Givens dialed and put the call on speaker.  After three rings someone answered, “DeWitt Public Schools, how can I help you?”

“Can you confirm if a Hannah Castle works there?” the headmistress inquired.

“One moment, I’ll transfer you.”

The phone rang twice, “Ms. Castle’s room.”

“Are you Hannah Castle?” Ms. Givens asked.

Hannah burst out, “No, she’s one of the students from earlier.”

“I am.  Who’s asking?” Sierra’s voice queried over the speakerphone.

“She’s lying!” the 23-year-old teacher pleaded.

“Hush, you’ve earned yet another spanking little girl.”  The older woman pressed the button to hang up and stared over the rim of her glasses, “Do I need to get Frank again or are you going to take your punishment without a fuss?”

Having learned previously resistance was futile, Hannah stood up, bent over and counted out the twenty swats to her already sore bottom.  Prior to being released back to class a warning was delivered that if she tried running away again alternative measures would have to be employed to safeguard against that possibility.  Sulking, Hannah hung her head and allowed herself to be returned to her classroom, she’d have to wait until tonight when everyone was asleep to make another attempt.

[Babytom948]

3 hours ago, The Cle-venger said:

perhaps I could have made it clearer that Ms. Givens and Ms. Castle are employed by separate schools; though I did note neither recognized the other, they were on different buses and that the girls with Ms. Givens were all in uniforms.  

As for the public spanking, I may have taken some liberties with what is/isn't acceptable

A fair point; however, if I had allowed them to check her ID the story would have been over in a paragraph "she produced her driver's license proving she really was a 23-year-old and the matronly older lady apologized and let her go on her merry way.  The end." 

 

The better move would be looking for it but it disappeared,lol.

[The Cle-venger]

20 hours ago, Babytom948 said:

The better move would be looking for it but it disappeared,lol.

Then someone would say it isn't believable that something she left on the bus and nobody else had access to would just disappear for no reason.   People will believe what they choose to and I decided that a disciplinary school that is no doubt used to liars would deny Hannah access to another schools bus was more plausible than a disappearing purse.   

Chapter 3 is mostly finished and should be up in a couple days for those who are open to the suspension of disbelief contained therein.

[The Cle-venger]

Chapter Three:

Darkness crept over St. Anne’s Reformatory School for Girls and Hannah sat biding her time.  Having changed into the girls clothes she was supposed to be for before lights out call at 9:00pm, she figured all she had to do was let everyone fall asleep and she could slip out unnoticed.  When the digital clock next to the bed clicked over to a new day it was time to make her move.  Watching for the last three hours and provided the information she needed to make her grand exit; the guard that roamed the halls had just gone by and wasn’t due for another 30 minutes. 

As quiet as possible she slipped out the door to her room and immediately darted two doors down the hall to the roof access.  From there she had a view of the entire property, eight-foot-high brick walls encircled the school leaving just the wrought iron gate at the entrance as the sole means of egress.  Using the fire escape she found herself crouched behind some shrubs plotting a course to avoid as much of the ambient light as possible to the gate.  Tree to tree she darted until at last she was mere inches from freedom, a push on the old iron bars, a groan of disagreement in response and she was off the property.

“Stop right there!” A voice boomed behind her.

Taking off in a sprint along the school’s driveway, Hannah knew her future depended on out running whoever was behind her.  If this guard was as out of shape as the one from earlier, she’d be good to go; fate however, was not on her side.  Tackled to the ground a mere sixty meters from where she started, the 23-year-old burst into tears.  “You don’t understand, you have to let me go.  I don’t belong here.”

“Sorry kid,” the guard helped her to her feet.  “Not my problem, just doing my job.”

Ms. Givens had proven to be unforgiving during the best of times, having roused her from bed in the middle of the night made her downright vicious.  After fifty smacks to Hannah’s posterior, she launched into a speech about responsibility and consequences.  In short, the 23-year-old would not be trusted on her own.  Since the school didn’t have the resources to follow her around all day, her teacher would collect her from her room each morning and Hannah would not be allowed to leave the classroom for any reason during the day.  A close eye would be kept on her in the cafeteria and post dinner she was to be locked in her room until the following morning.  This would prevent her from access to the communal restrooms, so a potty chair was to be brought in for her to use. 

Exhausted from the days events, the out of place teacher fell into a fitful sleep.  The following morning a matron roused her, made her dress in the other Hannah’s clothes and walked her to class where a plate of pancakes was waiting at her desk.  Finishing them off as the students who belonged there began filing in, she raised her hand, “Miss, I need to use the restroom please.”

“You know you are not permitted to leave.  If you really have to go, your potty chair is in the back of the classroom.” The matron advised drawing a chorus of snickers from the other girls.

“You can’t be serious!” Hannah was flabbergasted.  “Don’t I get any privacy?”

“You gave up your privacy when you tried running away three times in one day.”  The older woman was unmoved.  “Now you can use the potty chair whenever you need or try holding it until lunch in four and a half hours.”

Eying the red and yellow plastic chair, the 23-year-old elected to hold it as long as she could.  The tardy bell rang, lessons began, and the clock ticked agonizingly slow under Hannah’s constant gaze.  Morning devotional was first on the agenda with the matron droning on about sin and redemption; this in turn giving way to the students taking turns reading aloud from Critical Terms for Religious Studies.

Devout was not a term Hannah would use to describe herself, though she did believe there must be some kind of higher power out there in the universe.  Squirming in her seat she tried to tune out both the monotone reciting of printed words and the growing pressure in her bladder.  She was more successful with one than the other and after a scant thirty minutes her hand was waiving once again.  “Miss, please, I really need to go to the bathroom.”

“Ms. Ziegler, you know what your options are.”  The matron dismissed her.  “Now are you going to stop disrupting class or does your backside need a reminder on how to behave?”

“No, ma’am.” Hannah sighed gazing back at the potty chair.  She was going to have to figure out how to escape soon or the plastic throne was going to be her only option and she really didn’t want to have to humiliate herself in that fashion.  A glance at the clock, three hours fifty minutes until lunch.  How had she fallen so far, so fast?  When it came time for her turn reading aloud the out of place teacher stumbled over a handful of words; the increasing pressure was becoming a major disruption to her normally higher cognitive function.

Two and half more rotations of the larger hand around the circumference of the wall mounted timepiece brought it down to two hours and thirty-six minutes until relief.  Squirming in her chair a squirt of pee soaked into Hannah’s ridiculous white granny panties.  Panicked, the 23-year-old crossed her legs to stave of the inevitable for as long as possible.  Deep down she knew she had waited too long to make her decision, even if she wanted to she wasn’t going to make it to the red and yellow receptacle.  For the first time in as long as she could remember, she was going to wet her pants.  Another quick spurt, the dam broke, and as a torrent flowed out of her, she idly wondered what the punishment for this would be.

[Bel George]

Please continue.  The story is getting better and I look forward to the next chapters.

[Kaleros]

I like how this story is going so far and I wonder if there will be any twists or turns in the near future.

[AdultInnocence]

I can see where you are going with this after a few chapters in. I think what would have helped the first chapter is if you went into a little bit more development with the classroom secretly planning something on the teacher. Her purse being moved or hidden, would have been plausible and then it would have made sense why the whole class had answered in unison.

Something else missing is when the other school called the teacher's school, they connected her to the classroom. The teacher's school would realize that she is not in, if not right away they would eventually realize it. High school typically has students moving to different classrooms. In some countries the students stay in the same classrooms and the teachers switch.

This seems to be written in more of an alternate reality where the high school students have the same teacher all day for all their different subjects, except for maybe PE time.

[The Cle-venger]

Chapter Four

“Ms. Ziegler!  I can clearly see why your parents thought it was a good idea to send you to our school.  Clearly, you are in need of some serious behavior correction.”  The matron exclaimed upon seeing the growing puddle on her floor.  Directing her attention to another student, “Lindsey, would you be so kind as to run and fetch a mop?”

Wanting to defend herself, but unsure how, Hannah writhed in her seat, mouth opening and closing but no words coming out.  After a long silence, she was at last able to gasp out, “It’s not my fault.  I didn’t do it on purpose.”

“Young lady, it most certainly is your fault.  You knew you had to use the restroom; at best you were unwilling to go from embarrassment, at worst you deliberately peed your pants trying to ditch class in yet another feeble escape attempt.  Either way, the result is all over my floor, and you won’t be going anywhere until lunch when I can escort you to the nurse to get cleaned up.” The older woman lectured.

In short order Lindsey returned, Hannah set about swabbing up the puddle on the floor while the rest of the class resumed their reading.  Not wanting to make her predicament any worse than it already was, the 23-year-old begrudgingly took her seat when she finished her task.  Two and a half long hours later, wherein the dampness between her legs cooled and itched, the lunch bell rang. 

Being led to the nurse’s office a chorus of laughter followed Hannah down the hall.  Wanting nothing more than to yell at everyone to be quiet, to leave her alone and that she didn’t belong here, she bit her tongue.  Who would believe that she really was 23 after witnessing her wet walk of shame?  For her part the nurse, a woman barely older than herself, was very professional allowing the out of place teacher to strip the lower half of her body and wash off in the private bathroom. 

Emerging with a small towel wrapped around herself for modesty Hannah found that the nurse had disappeared along with her soiled clothes.  This is a trap kept floating through her mind as she took advantage of being alone and ransacked the nurse’s office.  Trying the desk phone first, she managed to get an outside line and dialed Ryan’s number, when he didn’t answer she left a message to come rescue her and provided as much information about her predicament as she could in the short time allotted.  Next, she opened all the drawers and finding nothing of value, before quickly dashing back into the bathroom when she heard the door start to creak open.

“I’ve brought you a fresh pair of clothes,” the nurse announced.

Opening the door and taking the skirt, sock and panties, Hannah was once again dressed the part of schoolgirl.  A quick mumbled ‘thank you’ to the nurse and the pair were on the way to the office of the headmistress.  She was far less cordial than the nurse had been, delivering one hundred blows to the 23-year-olds already blistered backside then ordering the younger girl to have a seat.

“Well, what do you have to say for yourself this time?” Ms. Givens inquired.

Trying to find a comfortable way to position herself in the hardwood chair, Hannah choked back tears to answer, “It wasn’t my fault, having to use a stupid potty chair would be embarrassing so I was trying to hold it until lunch.”

“More embarrassing than wetting your pants at your age?  Honestly, I don’t know what we’re going to do with you.  Never in my 27 years working here have I come across someone so hellbent on self-destruction.”

Crimson cheeked the 23-year-old hung her head, “It won’t happen again, ma’am.  I’ll use the potty chair from now on.”

“You had better.  Anymore ‘accidents’ and we’ll have to resort to more drastic measures.”  The headmistress stood, took Hannah by the arm and returned her to class bypassing the lunchroom in the process. 

Twenty minutes of sitting in her seat with naught to do but watch her teacher eat a sandwich while she was apparently meant to go hungry did not improve her already foul mood.  Wanting nothing more than to stand up and demand something to eat, Hannah debated whether it was worth it or not to anger the matron further, in the end the pain burning in her backside kept her firmly planted in her seat.  By the time the rest of the students started to trickle in the classroom, her belly was grumbling in protest to that decision.

Biology, or more specifically, the respitory system was to be the topic for the afternoon lecture.  Still able to remember about alveoli and plural membranes from an anatomy elective she took her senior year of college, the 23-year-old tried to focus on when Ryan would get her message and what he would do to rescue her.  A sharp slap of a ruler on her desk broke the reverie, “Ms. Ziegler, you’ve been holding your stomach for the last hour.  Why don’t you go use your potty, so we don’t have an even bigger disaster than this morning?”

“I don’t need to go, Miss.” Hannah was relieved she wasn’t in trouble for her lack of attention.  “I’m hungry is all, I wasn’t allowed lunch.”

Non-plussed, the matron, hands on her hips glared down, “All the same, I think everyone in here would feel better if you gave it an honest effort.  Who knows, you may even feel well enough when you’re done to listen to the lesson.”

Having promised the headmistress to use childish receptacle, the 23-year-old slowly stood, keeping her gaze firmly on the tile floor as she ambled passed the other students.  Discretely lowering her panties, she took her perch upon the plastic throne, adjusted her skirt to cover herself as best she could and buried her face in her hands.  It seemed rather silly to have to prove she was a ‘big girl’ at her age, but hopefully when she successfully demonstrated she really didn’t have to go, the matron would relax on monitoring her bodily functions.

[GQLF]

I feel that Hannah will still have an accident in the end, which will make the situation worse. Maybe diapers or even demotion will lead to her finally being with the children in kindergarten.

[The Cle-venger]

Chapter Five

Checking his phone, Ryan saw that he had a voicemail from an unknown number and punched in his pin to give it a listen.  It sounded like Hannah’s voice, but for some reason she was whispering, and he couldn’t quite make out what she was saying.  Deciding to try her cell, he was sent to her voicemail.  Instead of leaving a message he hung up and fired a quick text saying he wasn’t able to decipher her hushed rambling and that he hoped all was well with her family at the funeral. 

In a matter of minutes, a response came apologizing for the muted tone.  Hannah had apparently stepped out of the service in need of consoling, but she was doing fine now, and she was grateful for his concern.  Feeling relieved, he returned to his desk at work and began plugging numbers into the computer though something kept nagging at the back of his brain.  Unable to put a finger on what exactly felt off, he tried to put it out of his mind and focus on the data entry he was being paid for.

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After ten minutes without tangible results, the matron allowed Hannah off the potty chair.  Returning to her seat she heard snickers from her classmates and tried to ignore them.  It wasn’t until she sat down that she realized they were laughing not at what had just happened, but what was about to, as someone had poured a liquid of some kind on her chair.  Through no fault of her own, for the second time that day, she was sitting in a soaked skirt and panties.  The question now was, raise her hand and tell the teacher someone had played a prank on her, or hope that it dried by the end of class and she didn’t notice.

Hoping to be subtle, the 23-year-old slowly lifted the hem of her skirt to inspect the damage.  Much to her chagrin, whoever had done this had planned ahead and used lemonade so as to give her formerly white panties a slightly yellowish hue.  Deciding discretion was the way to go, she lowered her skirt and sat stoically, pretending that nothing was amiss.  Of course, she wasn’t the only one who was aware of her predicament.

“Miss!” The girl seated to Hannah’s right called out and raised her hand.  “I think she’s had another accident.”

Stomping to the out of place teacher’s desk, the matron pulled the 23-year-old out of her seat and inspected.  “Now I know you’re doing this on purpose.  You could have gone anytime while you were sitting on your potty chair but decided to wait and pee yourself at your desk.”

“No, you don’t understand,” Hannah pleaded.  “Someone must have put lemonade on my seat.”

“Enough lies from you, young lady.” The redness in the matron’s face grew with the intensity of her voice.  Grabbing Hannah’s ear, she started to pull her towards the classroom door, “Class, I want you to continue to read from your workbooks while I escort Ms. Ziegler to the nurse’s office.”

Protests of innocence the entire way down the hallway fell on deaf ears, and deaf is what she thought she was going to become once the matron had ripped her ear off.  At last they arrived at the appropriate door and her ailing ear was released from the older woman’s surprisingly strong grip.  With a turn of the knob, the 23-year-old was roughly herded inside where the nurse looked up from a book she was engrossed in.

Abandoning the reading material, she looked up, “Back so soon?”

“She’s managed to wet herself again,” the matron responded as if Hannah wasn’t even there removing her skirt to show off the yellowed panties.

Directing her question to the matron, the nurse asked, “She couldn’t make it to the potty chair in time?”

“She had just returned to her seat after failing to make use of it.  Deliberately peed all over herself out of spite.”

“I’ll take care of her,” the nurse assured guiding the 23-year-old onto the exam table.  With the matron leaving, the nurse tugged down her patient’s damp underwear and cleaned the now exposed crotch with a wet washcloth. 

“I swear, I didn’t wet myself!” Hannah once again tried to plead her case.  “One of the other girls must have put something on my chair.  Smell the panties, I bet they smell like lemonade not pee.  You have to believe me!”

“I will NOT be sniffing your underwear, young lady.”  The nurse set down the washrag and retrieved something from a drawer beneath the table.  “Now I tried to be nice to you before, but it’s my job to ensure the health and safety off everyone in this school.  And since we can’t have you running around leaving puddles all over the place just because you don’t want to be here, I’m afraid I’m going to have to resort to a bit of a drastic measure.  Lift your bottom for me.”

Watching in horror as a large, bulky diaper was unfolded in front of her eyes the 23-year-old started to cry, “No, please, you can’t do this.  I’m an adult, I don’t need diapers.”

“I have no doubt you can control your bladder, that you choose to empty it at your desk instead of the restroom is the issue.  The diaper is to protect other students from your bodily fluids.”  Pinching Hannah’s butt, the nurse slid the padding into place when the younger girl jumped in response.  “If you start behaving, you may only have to wear them for a few days.  If not, well, it you’ll be in them considerably longer.”

Knowing she couldn’t allow herself to be diapered without a fight, Hannah swatted the nurse’s hands away, she made an argument she thought she’d never have to make again after the age of three.  “What about pullups then?  That way people are protected, and I can use the bathroom when I need to.”

“Sorry, kid, but you don’t get a vote.”  The nurse expertly placed her body across her charge’s midsection to shield against any escape attempt or effort to stop the proceedings.  Pulling the diaper up between the younger girl’s legs, it was soon fastened in place with a pair of plastic pants over top.  “I’ll come get you after dinner and change you into your nighttime diaper.  I’ll change you again before breakfast and at lunch and those are the only three changes you’ll get each day.  Understand?”

Trying to pull off the plastic pants, Hannah realized they were locked in place.  With a pout she gave up for the time being, “Yes, ma’am.”

[kirababy]

sounds like she will be in this for the long haul...

[The Cle-venger]

Chapter Six

Since she had ‘ruined’ two skirts already that day, a third was not forthcoming as Hannah was led back to class with nothing to cover her shameful new underwear.  Raucous laughter greeted her, but thankfully the matron put a quick end to it and the remaining two hours of lessons passed with little else in the way of excitement.  Dinner was a lonely affair as the other girls refused to sit near her, a small favor in an otherwise bad day.  Managing to finish four tacos and two glasses of milk, she no longer felt like she was starving after being forced to miss the midday meal. 

True to her word, the nurse collected her after the meal was completed.  Diaper still dry, a second was layered over top to ensure no leaks until the morning change twelve hours away.  From there Hannah was locked in her room with nothing to do except try to find a way out of her crinkly prison.  Searching the drawer in her room, she found a pair of rounded safety scissors and set to work on the plastic pants.  Hacking, sawing and stabbing at the offending garment for over an hour produced negligible results and only served to make her feel sweaty and gross.  Staring out the window of her room, the 23-year-old hoped Ryan came to save her soon.

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“I wonder how long we can keep her trapped there,” Sierra beamed holding up her former teacher’s phone in front of a room full of her friends.  “I mean, I’ve got her boyfriend under control for now, so he won’t be looking.  Maybe we should call her new school and check on her.”

“Do it!” They chanted in unison.

“Okay!” Sierra dialed St. Anne’s Reformatory School for Girls and waited for an answer.  “Yes, I’d like to check on my daughter Hannah.”

A long pause from the person on the other end of the phone had the girls gathered around holding their breath.  “I’m afraid she’s been in a bit of trouble lately.  Seems she’s been wetting herself deliberately and has had to be diapered to protect the other students.”

Sierra had to keep her friends from giggling too loud at the news.  “Yes, she’s always been a handful, that’s one of the reasons we chose to send her there.  If you think it helps, you have our permission to keep her in diapers for the rest of the year.  Do you think I could speak with her for a moment?”

“If you could hold for a couple minutes, I’m sure that can be arranged.”

Four minutes of crappy hold music later Hannah’s voice came over the phone, “Hello?”

“Well hello Ms. Castle!  I hear you’ve been a naughty girl and got yourself in diapers!” Sierra absolutely sparkled. 

Recognizing the voice, the 23-year-old begged, “Sierra!  Please, I’m sorry I gave you detention.  You have to tell them the truth and get me out of here!”

“I don’t know,” the freshman girl responded.  “I think you toddling around in diapers is kind of cute.  You’ll have to come up with a very convincing argument to get me to change my mind.”

“Automatic ‘A’, no detention ever, whatever you want!  I can’t stay here!” Hannah implored.

Hitting the ‘End’ button, Sierra and her friends broke down into fresh fits of laughter.  This was too good to pass up, and while they hadn’t planned it, they certainly weren’t going to look the proverbial gift horse in the mouth.  Hoping to prolong their teacher’s agony, Sierra fired off a series of texts to <3Ryan<3 explaining that her aunt’s death had given her cause to evaluate her life and that she was breaking up with him.

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Furious beyond belief after the conversation with her student, Hannah threw the phone against the wall shattering it.  She was about to throw whatever she could find when Ms. Givens latched onto her arm, twisted and bent her over the desk.  Several hard smack to her thighs and the 23-year-old was a mess of tears and anger.  Spinning around she landed a backhand to the headmistress’s face and bolted for the door.  Two security guards blocked her path from there and she was once again trapped with little hope of escape. 

An exceedingly long and hard spanking later, Hannah was unceremoniously dumped in her room for the night.  Despite the clock reading half passed eight in the evening, she was exhausted from her day and soon fell to sleep.  Waking up at a quarter to four in the morning, the former teacher desperately needed the bathroom.  Pacing about and pressing a hand between her padded legs, the 23-year-old tried to stave off the inevitable as long as she could.  The nurse would be around to collect her in a little more than two hours, perhaps if she could hold it that long she’d get a reprieve to use the bathroom.

Time ticked agonizingly slow, the teacher-turned-student bounced around her room and a few minutes before six she lost the battle to keep her pants dry.  The relief was immediate but soon turned into revolution as she was now forced to wear her urine around until someone else decided to set her free.  Wriggling, she flopped back on her bed only to be awoken by the nurse several minutes later.  Allowed a brief shower, then clad in a fresh diaper, it was off to breakfast and the torment that was sure to be waiting for her there.

Much like the previous evening, nobody seemed to want to associate with the diapered girl.  Nibbling on some fresh fruit and a muffin, the 23-year-old sat in solitude and wondered what was taking Ryan so long to rescue her.  Surely by now he’d have listened to the voicemail, why hadn’t he shown up and whisked her away?  It had to be Sierra.  She must have sent him a text and convinced him everything was okay.  As the matron came to escort her to the classroom, Hannah started to formulate a plan to speak with him directly, no more messages.

[kirababy]

Damn, Sierra is a punk.  LOL

[The Cle-venger]

Chapter Seven

Ryan received the text telling him that Hannah was leaving him when he awoke for work early Friday morning.  Having been dating for a while, he seriously doubted she would end things in that manner and tried calling but was sent to voicemail.  With little other choice, he got ready for another exciting day of data entry and headed into the office, the entire time preoccupied by the strange way his girlfriend had been acting recently.

Informing his boss he needed the afternoon off to attend to personal matters, he slogged away at the computer terminal in front of him until 11:00am.  As quickly as possible he logged out, ran to his car and dialed DeWitt Schools on his cell phone.  In a matter of minutes, a man’s voice answered.  Apparently, he was the substitute the school had called in due to the regular teacher’s illness. 

Hanging up, he knew something was terribly wrong, why would Hannah tell him she had a funeral and the school that she was sick.  Scrolling through the contacts on his phone he found his wayward girlfriend’s parents’ number and hit send.  They in turn informed Ryan that their daughter had not said anything about being ill, and that there was no Aunt Sally.  Telling them not to worry, he would get to the bottom of this mystery, he looked up just in time to see himself speeding through a red light.

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Midway through the morning’s geography lesson, Hannah lost her battle to keep her pants dry and thoroughly drenched her diaper.  Telling herself it was a necessary evil if she was going to put her plan to use the nurse’s phone in motion didn’t take away the disgust she felt with every squish in her seat.  By the time lunch rolled around she was almost willing to accept a fresh diaper without much fuss just to be rid of the urine soaked one strapped to her waist, but that wasn’t part of the strategy.  As the nurse turned to throw away the used garment, the 23-year-old concentrated really had and began to pee on the exam table. 

“Young lady!  You stop that right now!” the nurse chastised.  “I hope whatever rebellious reason you had for that was worth it because your already bruised butt is certainly going to pay the price.”

Remaining silent, Hannah allowed the new diaper to be taped on and locked in place.  When the nurse left the room to find a mop, locking her charge in the office as a precaution, Hannah made a beeline for the phone.  The first number she tried was Ryan’s cell phone, five rings later and no answer she moved on to his office line.  Still no answer.  Redialing his cell, she planned on calling until he picked up, no voicemails this time.

On the third attempt, a hand came over her shoulder and ended the call.  “Just what do you think you’re doing?”

“Um. Ah. I’m…” the out of place teacher sputtered. 

“Don’t even bother trying to lie.” The nurse thrust a mop in Hannah’s direction.  “I can see giving you a change midday just gives you an opportunity to be naughty.  Perhaps we should do away with it and keep you double diapered through the day as well as at night.  I’ll just have to come to your room before breakfast and after dinner to attend to your needs; but at least that way you won’t be able to cause trouble.”

“No!  That isn’t fair!” the 23-year-old protested.

A stern look, “What isn’t fair is having a teen girl peeing all over the place.  Now let’s get you to the headmistress for your punishment so maybe you’ll have time to eat lunch today.”

Not wanting a repeat of yesterday afternoon, Hannah begrudgingly submitted to her fifty spanks.  Tears still streaming down her cheeks, she managed to make it to the lunchroom in time to snag a turkey sandwich, some Cheetos and a Coke.  Wolfing them down in short order, the matron escorted her back to class for the start of the afternoon lesson in Family Studies.  The girls were separated into groups of five and each was given a job to hold the family together, to nobody’s surprise the diapered girl was labeled the baby of her family.

Playing the 1990 classic ‘Oregon Trail’, they had to work together as a unit to decide when to press ahead, how to ration food and at what pace to travel.  As a history teacher, Hannah was knowledgeable in the time period and fully expected to make the journey easier on everyone by offering helpful insights.  Unfortunately, the rest of the group thought the only thing the baby was good for was sucking her thumb and piddling her pampers.  Having ignored her suggestions, the 23-year-old really didn’t care if they failed the assignment, it wasn’t as if she actually attended the school. 

Surprisingly, the group was only one of two that managed to navigate the harsh conditions.  When it came time to present how they had managed the feat, the group’s leader gave credit to herself and the other three for the collaboration.  The matron thanked them for their candor and asked, “What about the fifth member of your group?  Did she not participate in the exercise?”

“She did.” The group leader responded lifting Hannah’s skirt and rubbing the soggy padding between her legs.  “She played the part of baby to perfection.”

Blushing, the out of place teacher swatted the other girl’s hands away and returned to her seat, but not before a chorus of laughter echoed around the room.  They didn’t understand she sulked; she didn’t want to use the diaper, but the stupid school was making her.  She had tried holding it before; it was really uncomfortable and just ended up with her wetting her pants anyway, so why not let go when she had to?  Once Ryan came to save her, everything would be better.  She’d be free and no more wet diapers, but what was taking him so long?

[The Cle-venger]

Chapter Eight

Sierra was absolutely giddy leaving school Friday afternoon.  Two whole days with no homework was just what the doctor ordered.  Well, that and the excitement of checking on how Ms. Castle was doing in her new role.  Gathering her friends around her on the bus ride home, she fished out her former teacher’s phone and called St. Anne’s.  After a couple rings, she was greeted by a secretary inquiring how she could be of service.  “Yes, I wanted to check on Hannah.  See if her behavior had improved any.”

“I’m afraid not.” The voice replied.  “She’s in class now, would you like me to let her know you called?”

Thinking for a second Sierra grinned, “No, that’s alright.  Might I speak with Ms. Given’s please?”

In a matter of seconds, the two were connected and the headmistress asked, “Mrs. Ziegler, I regret to inform you that your daughter seems hell bent on urinating on everything she can; perhaps I could get you to authorize an alternative way of managing this?”

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Dinner was pepperoni pizza, traditionally one of Hannah’s favorites, spoiled a bit this time by the sopping wet diaper strapped to her waist.  A couple bread sticks and three slices later, she was being shepherded by the nurse to her room for the evening change.  Having decided to accept it and get it over with, the 23-year-old lay on her bed, allowed the nurse access to her formerly private parts and let out a gasp of surprise when she felt something sliding inside her.  “What was that?”

“Your mother called earlier and agreed that since you seem to want to use your control of your bodily functions to try manipulating me, that it might be best if we take that control away until you learn your place.” 

Sitting up, Hannah saw a small tube sticking out of herself, “What’s that?”

“That is a catheter.  It will ensure that you can’t hold out and pee all over during your changes.  Take these,” the nurse produced two pills and a glass of water, “they’ll help.”

“You’re making me incontinent!” the 23-year-old was flabbergasted.  “You can’t do that!  Take it out!”

Simply pulling the diaper up between her charges legs as pee began to drip onto the thirsty padding the nurse replied, “As I said, we have permission.  Now take your pills.”

Wondering how much worse things could get, Hannah swallowed the medication, if only to protect her bruised derriere.  “What are they for?”

“I noticed you haven’t had a bowel movement in the last two days.  One is a stool softener, the other is designed for gentle overnight relief of your constipation.”

Eyes bulging, the diapered girl looked down to see the plastic pants being locked into place.  Pawing at the garment, “Wait, no!”

“Everything will be alright and remember that tomorrow is Saturday, so you’ll be allowed to sleep in a bit, but I’ll be by in the morning to check on you.” The nurse walked to the door, closing and locking it behind her.

“Wait!  Come back!  You can’t do this to me!” Hannah pounded on the room’s only means of escape.  For over an hour she kicked and clawed, but no one came to her rescue.  Flopping back on the bed, she could already feel a dampness growing in her crotch.  Double diapered, there really wasn’t much chance at a leak, but she still had to find a way to get the infernal plastic pants off before an even worse disaster ensued.  Unsure of how long she tugged and shimmied in vain, the 23-year-old awoke at quarter to five in the morning with a rumbling in her tummy. 

Frantic, she resumed her quest to beat the door down to no avail.  Sopping wet diaper already hanging heavily on her hips, a cramp doubled her over in pain.  It was then her body betrayed her and involuntarily squatted to release two days’ worth of muck into the seat of her pants without her say so.  One last gaseous eruption brought her torment to an end, and the former teacher sobbed as her legs gave out and she sank down into her mess with a squelch. 

Laying there on the floor, curled up in the fetal position, Hannah couldn’t help but feel sorry for herself.  How had her life come to this?  For two hours, she wavered between sorrow and anger at the events of the last couple days, until the nurse arrived and let her free to shower the disgusting mess off.  Steamy water cascading down her body provided a temporary reprieve, but all good things come to an end, and sooner than she would have liked the nurse was laying the 23-year-old down on a bench in the communal bathroom to tape on a clean diaper.  Resigning herself to her fate, she covered her eyes and pretended there weren’t a bunch of teen girls around to witness her humiliation.

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Standing alone in a room and staring passed the video camera in front of him, Ryan fixed his gaze on the television behind it which displayed the courtroom he was attending virtually.  Apparently when you slam into a car while talking on your phone, and running a red light, and the other driver is injured, it’s a misdemeanor, which would be why he was facing a judge this morning.  Even if there hadn’t been witnesses, the camera mounted to the traffic light had him on camera.  The best bet would be to admit his guilt and plead for leniency from the court.

“Do you understand the charge against you?” the judge was asking.

Looking solemn he replied, “I do your honor.”

“And you understand that if you plead guilty today that your license will be suspended for six months and you could face up to 120 days in jail?”

“I do your honor.”

“Very well, a plea of guilty will be entered in the record and sentencing will be scheduled one week from now.  Defendant is released on his own recognizance.”  Flipping to the next manila folder in front of her the judge read off the next docket number and Ryan was free to leave the courtroom.

[kirababy]

it looks like the cavalry has taken a wrong turn, and will be unduly delayed in showing up...

[The Cle-venger]

Chapter Nine

Headmistress Givens scrolled lackadaisically through her emails, most of it spam the same as everyone else on the planet, until she noticed one from the Ziegler’s.  Opening it to see if they had any ideas for their disruptive daughter her mood quickly shifted from bored to terrified.  They had been galivanting around Europe when much to their surprise they received a call from their housekeeper reporting their daughter was back home. 

Two things became immediately clear, the girl she had thought was Hannah Ziegler most certainly wasn’t, and that the Ziegler’s actual daughter must have slipped away the day of the field trip.  Firing off a response, she informed the flummoxed parents that their daughter had run away but that the school was in the process of sending security to retrieve her post haste.  Now what to do with the other Hannah?  Apologizing and letting her go seemed the sanest course of action, but the woman would certainly bring forth a lawsuit over her treatment that would undoubtedly close St. Anne’s down for good.  A deep breath to calm herself down, the headmistress pressed a button on the intercom and requested Hannah be brought to her office.

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Hanging out at the mall, Sierra was somewhat surprised when a call came in on her former teacher’s phone from the DeWitt Police Department.  Answering, she queried, “Hello, how can I help you?”

“Not to bother you ma’am,” the gruff voice began.  “But we received a report that you might be in danger.  Is everything alright with you?”

Realizing that Ryan must have gone to the police about his disappearing girlfriend, Sierra replied, “I’m quite fine.  Did my ex-boyfriend put you up to this?  I’m sorry that you had to get involved, but he’s been a bit erratic lately and I’m doing my best to separate myself from him.”

“No worries, ma’am.” The voice reassured.  “He said you were in danger and we had to check it out, you understand.”

“Of course,” the high school freshman answered.  “Thank you for being so concerned.  I’d appreciate it though if you could try to keep him from trying to contact me in the future.”

“Yes ma’am.” The officer acknowledged.  “I will be sure to let him know that you are just fine and that he is not welcome to contact you.”

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“Let me out!” Hannah banged on the door to her room.  “I really need to use the bathroom!”

Silence answered.  A full two minutes of it.  Slinking down to the floor, the 23-year-old clenched as hard as she could but the pressure on her backside was too strong.  What hadn’t been expelled earlier was now making itself known and the former teacher was desperate to stop it from making an exodus now.  Hand clasped firmly to her behind, she was taken aback when a matron came around and requested her to follow.

“Where are we going?”

Not bothering to look back the matron replied, “The headmistress wants to see you.”

“Oh.”  Hannah was unsure what to make of this development, she hadn’t done anything to get in trouble lately, so she didn’t know what her sore bottom was in store for now.  Still trying to hang on to as much dignity as she could, the 23-year-old kept a hand pressed to her backside as she entered the older woman’s office.  Curtseying without giving up her fight she asked, “What do you require, ma’am?”

“You’re dismissed,” Ms. Givens addressed the matron.  Alone in the room she looked over the girl in front of her.  “It comes to my attention that you may be telling the truth.”

“Yes!  I told you I’m really 23 and a schoolteacher!”

“And therein lies the problem,” Ms. Givens inhaled.  “You’ve been subjected to our methods without consent.  Now, I could let you go, but you’d probably sue.”

“I wouldn’t.” Hannah did her best to reassure the older woman while maintaining what little control she had over her bowels.  “You let me go back to my school and I’ll forget all about what happened here.”

Leaning back in her chair, the headmistress frowned, “I wish I could believe you.”

“You can, I can forget all of this, just let me go!”  Both hands pressed to her backside Hannah bent over in an attempt to remain untainted and failed.

“How I wish that was true,” The older woman commented as she watched the girl before her squat down and the diaper she was wearing balloon out.  “Unfortunately, I cannot risk this school on your whims.  Which unfortunately means I’m going to have to make sure you can’t tell anyone what you’ve experienced.”

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After the earlier close call with the police, Sierra was unsure if her ruse had been discovered.  Mulling it over a bit, she dialed St. Anne’s Reformatory School.  In a matter of moments, she was connected with Ms. Givens.  “How is my Hannah doing?”

“She isn’t your daughter, is she?” The headmistress queried. 

Taken by surprise, the teen wasn’t sure how to answer, “I’m, ah, she’s, what?”

“As I thought, she really is your teacher.  Which leaves us somewhat dependent upon each other.” Ms. Givens countered. “As much as I would like to be mad at you, we’re somewhat reliant on each other at this point.  Even though I’ve discovered the truth, I cannot release her now or the school would be ruined.  I can find a way to keep her here indefinitely if you can manage to keep anyone from inquiring about her.”

Flabbergasted, the 14-year-old responded, “I mean, I guess I could try.  What are you going to do to Ms. Castle?”

“In all likelihood, I’ll move her somewhere I can keep a close eye on her.  That way we won’t have to worry about her chances of escape.”

Hanging up, the young teen couldn’t help but think about the early bedtimes and droopy diapers that lay ahead for her former teacher.  This was turning out to be the best prank ever pulled at DeWitt High School no questions asked, too bad she wouldn’t be able to tell anyone outside of her friends about it.

[kirababy]

the first thing you should do when you find yourself in a hole is stop digging.  I think the headmistress missed that lesson somewhere in her past.

[wolfinsheepsclothing]

3 hours ago, kirababy said:

the first thing you should do when you find yourself in a hole is stop digging.  I think the headmistress missed that lesson somewhere in her past.

nope looks like she'll dig to china