The Academy: The Journalist (UPDATED - Chapter Twenty-One - 12/15/25)

[blahblahwriter]

This story is a direct sequel to The Academy, though I think it stands on its own if you haven't read the first one. We will check in on some familiar faces from the first book for those that have already read it. 

Book Two follows Jennifer Brooks, an almost forty-year-old journalist desperate for a story and promotion, that investigates some strange stories she has heard from the town of Red Hills as she goes undercover to see The Academy for herself. 

I will begin posting chapters of Jennifer's story EVERY MONDAY and with over 40k words and 20+ chapters, you can count on seeing a new chapter for the next several months. 

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And now, let's go back to Red Hills...

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PROLOGUE

“Have you heard about what has been happening in Red Hills?”

Megan sighed, exasperated by another inquiry from her tenacious office-mate. But, if she was being honest, it was a welcomed distraction from writing another dull piece about a local business opening.

“That little town off of exit 49? Why would anyone go there?”

“See…that’s the thing…” Jennifer leaned in conspiratorially. “People don’t want to go there. But it’s a well-known shortcut, and I’ve been getting reports about some weird things happening this year.”

“Oh, you have been getting reports? From who, Jennifer? The poodle that you interviewed last week?”

“I didn’t interview a poodle. That would be silly. I interviewed a Poodle Groomer who prepares animals for competition. And…see? This is the problem.”

Megan was already scrolling through her phone, one distraction spiraling into another. “Hmm?”

“We can’t keep writing these puff pieces forever, Megan. No one cares. No one is reading this shit. Don’t you want to do something valuable with your life? Something that matters?”

Megan didn’t even glance up from her phone. “Nah, not really. I like it here. Clock in, write a few stories, and go home. It’s easy work and no one bothers me…” She eyed Jennifer over their shared cubicle. “...most of the time.”

“I just can’t do it anymore. Puff pieces and all the boring incremental reporting as we keep updating stories that no one cares about. Did you hear that Monica is leaving?”

“Oh, shit…really?” Megan put her phone down, suddenly interested. “She had such a good gig here. Picked up by national or heading to the city?”

“National. And I’m going to get her job. I’m done with this local news and updates bullshit. I will be a feature writer, and I know just the story to put me on the map.”

 

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Jennifer stood outside her editor’s door, trying to rustle up a last-minute pep talk to herself. She knocked and waited.

Mrs. Stone, I want Monica’s job. I want to be your new feature writer.

She let the line rattle around in her head as she practiced under her breath and waited until she was beckoned inside. She walked into the overcrowded office and took a seat across from her seasoned editor. 

“Mrs. Stone, I…”

“Jennifer, do you have your story on the new coffee shop opening ready for print?”

“Oh, umm… yes, ma’am. I had that done first thing this morning. That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Listen, Jennifer. I’ll cut to it. We aren’t going to be able to keep both you and Megan. You’ve probably noticed, but there just isn’t enough news to keep both of you on for local write-ups. And most of our audience is digital now. We need someone who can crank out articles, and I think it’s you.”

“Oh…ummm…thank you. But, Mrs. Stone, I’m actually here to talk about Monica’s job. I want to be your new feature writer.”

Jennifer expected a response. A resounding confirmation would have been nice. Thoughtful pondering or painful laughter were also options on the table. But she received nothing. Just a blank stare from her intimidating boss.

“No. You’re the best local writer we have. Tell Megan to come and see me.”

“No, please, Mrs. Stone. Monica isn’t leaving for a few weeks, right? Give me time to build a feature and show you what I can do. I have a lead. Let me follow up. Give me a chance.”

More silence. Stony cold, uncomfortable, nerve-wracking silence. Jennifer held the woman’s stare as long as she could, but finally caved and looked at her feet. Her leg tapped nervously against the matted office carpet. 

“Okay.”

“Wait…really? Thank you so much, Mrs. Stone. You won’t regre…”

“You believe in yourself enough to throw away an easy desk job, and I can respect that. But I also have a paper to run. I think you’re the better writer, but Megan can handle the job just fine. Nobody reads this shit anyway. I’m giving her the job. In three weeks, you will either be our new feature writer or you will be looking for a job, Jennifer. I hope you have what it takes.”

 

 

CHAPTER ONE

“Judge Stern, thank you for agreeing to meet with me.”

Jennifer sat across from the older man, draped in black, a large wooden desk spanning the gap between them. He wasn’t quite what she had expected, based on the stories. With wisps of gray hair, his experience was beginning to show across his face and he seemed resolute, behind surprisingly kind, blue eyes. He aged gracefully and naturally, not trying to cheat Father Time, and seemed healthy and strong.

Resolute, she decided, concurring with her earliest assessment of the man, was a very apt description.

“It is my pleasure, Miss Brooks. What can I do for you today?”

“As I mentioned, I am an investigative journalist and was hoping to ask you a few questions about the…unusual sentences…that you pass down in Red Hills.”

“Of course. I am an open book. We are quite proud of our accomplishments here in Red Hills.”

“So, is it true? Are you offering corporal punishment in exchange for lesser or expunged sentences?”

“Oh, Miss Brooks..” The Judge chuckled, a twinkle in his eye. “...do call it what it is. In Red Hills, we spank misbehaving women to set them back on the right path. At my discretion, incarcerated women are given the choice between traditional sentencing or our alternative sentencing before their trial begins.”

Jennifer was furiously scribbling notes as the Judge spoke. “It is voluntary, then? The women choose to opt into your program?”

“Yes. Many women choose this option to be on their way within the day and have no permanent blemish on their record.”

“That is reassuring that the women are here of their own volition. The stories that we hear a few towns over are…extreme.”

“At any point during their time with us, the women can leave the program and return to jail to await their standard trial. With preference given to cooperating inmates opting for the speedier option, most offenders can expect to spend 3-5 days in jail before trial. You will find that I am fair, but firm, in both our traditional and alternative sentencing.”

“I see. And what are these women accused of? What are your most common offenses and sentences?”

“We are a pass-through town, Miss Brooks, as you have no doubt ascertained. Many of our offenses arise from careless drivers; speeding, DUI, texting while driving, and failure to stop. Before enacting our new program, the city lowered speed limits, installed new stop signs, and pushed for harsher penalties in an effort to protect the people in our town. But when people have more money than common sense and decency, fines are only a minor inconvenience, a speed bump if you will.”

The Judge chuckled at his joke, surprised to see a small grin cross the journalist’s face. No one ever appreciated his humor. He liked this one. 

“As more people were forced to spend the night in jail for their negligent actions, our small jail faced overcrowding, and lawmakers and lawbreakers alike pleaded for swifter sentences. Corporal punishment was my answer.”

“And do you feel as though corporal punishment has been effective?”

“Our results speak for themselves. Much of the traffic through our town is the same people taking trips to the beach or into the city. There and back. Over and over again. Between these people taking a trip across my desk, a short stay at The Academy, or hearing the stories that you mentioned, our recidivism rate is essentially zero and our arrests are down by almost 50% in the last three years.”

“That is very impressive, Judge Stern. I will be sure to include that in my article. What do you feel is the key component that makes corporal punishment so effective?”

“What a brilliant question, Miss Brooks.” 

The Judge sat back in his chair, thinking through the hundreds of women who had been through his courtroom. 

“Though a spanking is simple, I think it is much like a soup. There are key ingredients that, when they come together, create something much more powerful than the sum of its parts.”

Jennifer tapped her pen. “Spanking is like soup…okay, I’ll bite. What are these ingredients, Judge?”

The Judge stood up from his desk, ready to pontificate.

“There is a sense of entitlement and lack of respect and basic decency with almost every woman that has stood before me in the courtroom. The first thing that happens is that they are held accountable for their wrongdoing. There is no way out. No one is coming to save them. They must face what they have done and bear the consequences of their selfish actions. For many, this is the first time they have faced true consequences, or it has been so long that they have forgotten what it feels like to respect others and needed a reminder.”

“The humiliation of a spanking as an adult is also important. This is a punishment typically given to misbehaving children, though I am in vehement disapproval of corporal punishment against children. Adults do not get spanked for misbehavior. This changes their headspace. There is always disbelief in the beginning as they think about how silly the whole thing seems. But then, when reality sets in, there is deep humiliation. In the beginning, spankings were administered right here over my desk. As we progressed, we learned that a public spanking was even more effective and began administering them in the courtroom.”

“Women are spanked in the courtroom?! In front of everyone?!” Jennifer felt herself heating up.

“Yes. We have found it very effective. Especially when administered to the bare bottom.”

Jennifer blinked and stared at the Judge. The older man discussed spanking women's bare bottoms so openly and brazenly with no shame, like he was ordering a sandwich or a doctor giving a diagnosis.

“The buh…bare bottom?”

“Oh yes, Miss Brooks. For the first month or two, we spanked over their clothing but found that it produced varying results, depending on what each woman was wearing. It was also hard to judge the severity of a spanking, and we don’t want to inflict genuine pain on these women. A bare bottom is the perfect canvas and allows a skilled spanker to clearly see how far to push while still adhering to safety protocols.”

“And are you a skilled spanker, Judge Stern?”

Jennifer blushed and held her hands up to her face as soon as the words left her mouth. She averted her eyes as what was intended as a follow-up question passed her lips in a sultry, flirty tone that she didn’t expect. Her coy behavior was also not helping the situation, but she didn’t know what to do with her hands. Or her eyes. Or the rest of her body. 

“Have you ever been spanked, Miss Brooks?”

Jennifer turned 50 Shades of Red as she feigned shock and disbelief. Could he somehow know about the rabbit hole that she tumbled down as she began her research for this interview? What started as reading articles about the effectiveness of corporal punishment then led to the history of corporal punishment. And then she followed some links…and some more. Thus began a five-night binge with Jennifer, delving deeper and deeper into the world of spanking and BDSM and domestic discipline and all sorts of lurid thoughts that now completely enveloped her mind...

“Miss Brooks?”

Jennifer raised her eyes to the discerning man, who had not looked away since asking his question.

“I don’t feel that is an inappropriate question, Judge Stern.”

Jennifer squirmed as the Judge reacted to her question. Or, more accurately, didn’t react to her question. He stared her down. Not menacingly, but as though he was trying to look through to her soul and read her innermost thoughts. 

“That was not an answer, Miss Brooks.”

He enjoyed watching the young reporter squirm. Most of the women who entered his office were defiant and bratty, but the shy, bashful ones were always a treat. 

“Would you like to be spanked now? Perhaps it would give you a better perspective for your article.”

“What? I…no…I mean…”

“Let’s give you a little taste of what women here went through before we opened The Academy when it was just about corporal punishment. With your permission, I would like to give you three swats with the paddle and 3 minutes of corner time. With it being your first time and your behavior being exemplary, thus far, I will allow you to keep your pants up. This time. Would you like to proceed?”

Jennifer felt herself nodding along before her brain had a chance to react and abort. The next thing she knew, she was standing and being guided to rest her forearms on his desk. The wood was cool, and the desk was solid and resolute, like the man who was about to spank her.

She stared straight ahead, trying to locate the judge in her peripheral view. To her right, Jennifer saw the judge grab a large wooden paddle that hung near his desk. She breathed deeply, in utter disbelief that this was happening. That she, Jennifer Brooks, was bent over a desk and about to be spanked.

The Judge walked behind her and lifted her blazer, allowing it to rest on the small of her back. Jennifer felt the paddle glide across the back of her tight jeans as it narrowed in on its target.

“You will count each one aloud. Your forearms will not move from the desk, or we will start over. Do you understand?”

Jennifer nodded and breathed deeply.

SMACK!

“A nod is not an answer, Miss Brooks. You will address me as Your Honor. Do you understand that you are to count each stroke?”

“Owww…Yes, Your Honor!”

Her butt tingled. It wasn’t the pain, but the shock that initially registered. She felt alive and excited.

SMACK!

“One, Your Honor.”

Jennifer continued to breathe deeply, trying to take in the moment, both for herself and for the sake of her article.

SMACK!

“Ugh…Two, Your Honor.”

That one hurt a bit. She was surprised at how much surface area the paddle could cover, simultaneously attacking both cheeks with reckless abandon.

SMACK!

Jennifer cried out before settling on a more dignified whimper.

“Three, Your Honor.”

“Good girl. Come with me.”

Jennifer stood from the desk as the judge gently grabbed her arm and guided her to the corner across from his desk. She let her arms fall and stood awkwardly while awaiting her next instruction. When it didn’t come, Jennifer reached back to rub her bottom and was rewarded with her first touch of the Judge’s firm hand against her skin as he grabbed her hand and pulled it upwards to rest on her head. She let him guide the other hand into place and heard him retreat to his desk.

What the hell am I doing?

Her thoughts raced. On one hand, she was a professional journalist striving for a promotion and a new career where she would be respected. On the other, she was 37 years old and standing in a corner after a spanking. And she wasn’t sure what to do with the new feelings arising as her bottom tingled, and she felt the warmth spreading.

Fortunately, she didn’t have long to ponder, as there was a knock on the door.

“Do not move, Miss Brooks, unless you want to find yourself bent over my desk for another round.”

Jennifer shifted her weight from foot to foot. She wouldn’t move. She knew that and surmised that he likely knew it as well. But the thought was deliciously tempting.

The door opened and Jennifer heard soft footsteps on the padded carpet as the door closed.

“You wanted to see me, Judge? Isn’t that reporter lady coming in today?”

“Indeed, she is. Would you fetch her from the corner so we can all chat?”

“Fetch her from the…oh! Ha…yes, sir.”

Jennifer stared into the corner as she heard footsteps approaching. Her body tensed as she felt the light touch of a woman graze her hands and lead them down to her sides as she spun around and came face to face with the adorable blonde in pink scrubs.

“Hi, I’m Nurse Ashley.”
 

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Jennifer tried to listen to the judge’s words, but her mind raced. She shifted slightly in her chair and felt the warm tingles rise from her paddled posterior. It was time to shift back into journalism mode. She had a job to do, and it was time to focus. 

“...she just took a quick trip over my desk with the paddle. I thought that you could show her around. Give her a tour of the facility and answer any questions.”

“Of course. Ready, Miss Brooks?”

“Oh, yes. And please, call me Jennifer.”

Jennifer stood and followed Ashley to the door, turning to look at the judge on her way out.

“Oh, Miss Brooks?”

She turned and looked at the judge, her hand unconsciously rubbing her butt in the doorway. 

“While experiencing a few licks of the paddle gave you a small taste of what women experience here, if you would like to experience a bare-bottom spanking before writing your article, all you need to do is ask and I’m sure that Nurse Ashley would be more than happy to assist you in your research. Being spanked to tears is a truly freeing experience and might clear your head.”

Jennifer nodded with wide eyes and shut the door behind her. Turning, she came face to face with a giggling Nurse Ashley.

“So, you got the paddle, huh?”

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[Babypants]

I like the concept of an investigative reporter probing the goings on at Red Hill, but I'm surprised  that you went at it this way.  When I recently read your promo, I took it for granted that your protagonist would follow in the footsteps of Woodward and Bernstein or James O'Keefe: get inside, write up the experience, then confront the judge at the end and give him a chance to go on the record and defend what he's doing.  Next stop, going to print.  Hopefully, over the next 39 chapters Jennifer will remember that her job is at stake here.  We'll see. 

[Dirty Boy]

Strange that as a journalist, you don't ask the judge why this treatment is reserved exclusively for women. The judge is clearly a pervert 😂

[mushy bottom]

And he committed a crime in his own courtroom.  She should press charges for assault,  sexual harrassment, and being a dirty old man.

[blahblahwriter]

On 2/24/2025 at 3:49 PM, Babypants said:

I like the concept of an investigative reporter probing the goings on at Red Hill, but I'm surprised  that you went at it this way.  When I recently read your promo, I took it for granted that your protagonist would follow in the footsteps of Woodward and Bernstein or James O'Keefe: get inside, write up the experience, then confront the judge at the end and give him a chance to go on the record and defend what he's doing.  Next stop, going to print.  Hopefully, over the next 39 chapters Jennifer will remember that her job is at stake here.  We'll see. 

I hope this isn't the last time I subvert your expectations! 😉

That's one of my favorite parts as a writer. My initial take was going to be similar, with her finding a way to sneak into the Academy or maybe even committing a minor crime to gain access and truly go undercover, without anyone knowing who she was or what she was doing there. But what I have planned is SO much more embarrassing for her. I also wanted her to be able to take in The Academy as an observer and describe it for the reader in a more detailed sort of way, maybe picking up on things that normal people wouldn't. 

Jennifer is in for a lot of twists and turns. 
 

On 2/24/2025 at 4:05 PM, Dirty Boy said:

Strange that as a journalist, you don't ask the judge why this treatment is reserved exclusively for women. The judge is clearly a pervert 😂

Oh, don't worry, Jennifer has a LOT more questions. We're just getting started. 

The Judge originally started as a completely stoic character, a beacon of righteousness and truth, that just happened to have different ideas on what punishment and rehabilitation looked like. He's not a cruel man, but he is a true believer, and has been emboldened by the proof of his concepts working. It was interesting to pull back the curtain a bit here and see more from him. I'm working on another Red Hills story that's more of an origin story for The Academy and Nurse Ashley, that features a lot more of his character and motivations. 

While he speaks bluntly, his intentions here are more geared towards giving Jennifer a fuller experience for her article than any kind of sexual gratification for himself. 

...at least that's what he tells himself and how he acts outwardly. 
 

On 2/24/2025 at 4:34 PM, mushy bottom said:

And he committed a crime in his own courtroom.  She should press charges for assault,  sexual harrassment, and being a dirty old man.

To be fair, she consented to all of it. As a journalist, Jennifer doesn't have a lot of experience with bigger stories and she is dabbling in immersive journalism and trying to tell a better story through experiencing it for herself. 

The women here have all been given the choice between a standard sentence and this 'alternative sentence'. They may not have quite understood what they signed up for, but they did consent to the sentence and most did it because they thought that it was a quick way to beat the system and take the easy way out. 

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LOVE the questions and exchanges. Thank you!

It helps me to think through the characters and motivations more so that I can tell better stories. 

New update is coming on Monday! Time for Jennifer to see what The Academy is all about... 

[blahblahwriter]

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Chapter Two

The door opened and Jennifer stepped inside, blinking rapidly as the harsh overhead lights illuminated the large room. She inspected the rows of wooden desks and the chalkboard up front, carefully taking in the aura of the room. It felt like a classroom. And not because of the furniture. There was a feeling of clear delineation; an understood hierarchy for any that crossed the threshold into this strange, yet somehow familiar, new land. Jennifer leaned in closer to read the writing on the board: I will not speak in class. Dozens and dozens of iterations of the same sentence until the message was abundantly clear, and the writer ran out of space.

Jennifer noted the large wooden desk up front and knew its purpose instantly, being intimately familiar with one after her morning session with the judge. She walked in and let her hands graze the cool, wooden chairs and desks as she passed to the front of the room, remembering her many years in similar desks during her youth. But, though the desks and board looked similar, that is where the comparison ended. The classrooms of her youth were never like this.

Ashley hopped onto the teacher’s desk and motioned for Jennifer to pick a seat from the student section. The journalist tentatively slid into a desk in the second row, the chilled surface of the wood soothing her still-heated bottom, and placed her notes in front of her, clicking her pen to signify that she was ready for action. Though she had flashbacks of her younger years as a student, the clicking of her pen proved a Pavlovian response, and Jennifer was back into journalist mode and ready to continue with the many, many questions she had for the younger woman in front of her.

“Don’t tell Mrs. Stern that I’m sitting on her desk.” Ashley leaned in conspiratorially. “If you think the judge can swing a paddle, you do not want to find yourself on Mrs. Stern’s bad side.”

“Mrs. Stern? Any relation to the judge?”

“Yep. Husband and wife.”

Jennifer leaned in, unsuccessfully trying to coax more out of the nurse without having to use words. “...and they built this place together?”

“Well, mostly. I helped.”

“Oh?”

“It’s a long story, but I too found myself paddled over the judge’s desk for some poor decisions, though he probably went a little easier on you. They helped me to turn my life around, and I helped them build the Academy.”

“Wow, I’m sure there’s quite a story in there..”

“Oh, most definitely…I could fill an entire book! But we’ll have to save that for another time. This is The Classroom, the easier cases start here after seeing the judge. Well, they come to me first for a little prep and a wardrobe change. We probably should have started there.”

“I see. And what happens in The Classroom?”

“Pretty standard stuff, actually. It’s probably mostly what you could imagine. What do you think happens here, Jennifer?”

“Oh, well…” The journalist looked around the room, quietly building a story in her head. “The women would sit in desks here and be lectured, maybe write essays or lines, read educational material…”

“And when they stepped out of line, like the naughty little things that they are?”

“Well, they would be spanked, of course. Likely bent over the teacher’s desk and made to stand in the corner. Probably at the front of the room near the board as a warning to the other women. Does Mrs. Stern have a paddle as well?”

Ashley smiled and rolled over onto her belly, her tight pink scrubs hugging her youthful curves as she fished around blindly under the desk until she found what she was looking for. The young nurse righted herself and hopped off of the desk, handing the paddle to Jennifer for inspection.

Jennifer marveled at the weight and craftsmanship. This wasn’t mass-produced and it was hefty and well-made. “Is this like the one the judge used on m….ummm, is this similar to the paddle in the judge’s office?”

The nurse giggled and nodded. “A true ‘His and Hers’ set.” Ashley bent over a neighboring desk, her backside placed near the surprised journalist. “Want to give it a go?” Ashley shook her bottom back and forth, alluringly.

“Oh, I um…” Jennifer nervously eyed the round bottom in front of her as her hand tightly gripped the paddle.

“Relax. I’m joking. So, that’s a basic rundown of The Classroom; your typical schoolgirl fantasy with naughty girls getting spanked until they learn their lesson. But I can assure you, it is very effective on women of every age.”

“Every age? I guess I hadn’t considered that. What ages do you see most frequently? Do women act differently depending on their age?”

“Hmm…It seems like most women are in their twenties to forties; ranging from typical co-eds to busy housewives and professionals. Though, we sometimes get eighteen or nineteen-year-olds coming through, and it isn’t unusual to have a woman in her 50s or 60s. It is a unique feeling taking care of someone my age compared to my mom’s age…or even my Nana’s age! Wow… I hadn’t even really thought of it that way. Bleh.”

Jennifer used her perfected multitasking skills to continue scribbling furiously into her notebook while her mind was three questions ahead.

“As far as differences…not as much as you would think. This place is an incredible equalizer. That paddle does not care how old you are, how much money your daddy has, or what prestigious career you hold. When you are openly sobbing over my lap or sniffling with your red bottom on display in the corner, age isn’t a factor anymore.”

“So, you spank women here, too? I thought you were just the nurse.”

“Oh, I am…but I’m so much more than just a nurse. Let me show you my office.”
 

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“This is where the real transformation happens. When women step into this room, they are college students, moms, and business professionals. They are used to getting what they want, when they want it and not having to answer to anyone. But when I am done with them, they are obedient schoolgirls, wide-eyed preschoolers, or adorable little babies.”

“Adorable little bab…what?”

“I’m sorry, we’re getting ahead of ourselves. My primary job in this room is to prepare women for their stay at The Academy. For some, they have been sentenced to a particular room: The Classroom, The Preschool Room, or The Nursery. For others, it is left to my discretion based on their actions and whether they choose to be good girls for me.”

As Ashley spoke, she walked past a salon chair and mirror and opened a large wardrobe, beckoning the reporter to peer inside. Jennifer stepped forward and let her hands touch the fabric, trying to imagine fully grown women wearing the garments inside. On the far side, she fanned through white button shirts and short plaid skirts that gave way to adorable dresses and overalls.

On any other day, the sight of either of those outfits would have been enough to stop her in her tracks. But her hands were drawn past the denim overalls and adorable toddler-styled dresses to what her mind told her was a onesie, but she was having trouble computing the size to the object. It was as if there was a ten-foot-tall banana or a dachshund the size of a tiger. She knew it was real; It just didn’t compute. 

Ashley saw the journalist’s bewilderment, her sense of decency long gone, and gave Jennifer the final nudge.

“Pssst…”

Jennifer turned to the nurse, her mouth still ajar, and followed the nodding of the nurse’s head down to the stacks of thick padding.

“I…Do you…how…”

The inquisitive reporter was at a complete lack of words and unable to form even the most basic of questions. Jennifer settled for a befuddled look as she waved her arms in the general direction of the infantile wardrobe.

Ashley chuckled as she shut the wardrobe. “I know. It’s a lot to take in. I came to it slowly, piece by piece, and now it’s just normal for me. I guess I forget how weird it can be for someone to see all of this for the first time. I guide the girls in one aspect at a time, slowly eroding their sense of normalcy bit by bit until whatever I have in front of them at the time just seems to make sense.”

“...okay…”

The reporter turned to the rest of the room, still trying to form questions, before being guided to the door by Ashley. “Let’s check out the Preschool Room and give you a moment to get your feet back under you. I assure you that everything you see is very real and is currently being used on several adult women who are eating lunch just a few rooms away. Okay, follow me!”

 

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The Preschool Room was a preschool room the same way that The Classroom was a classroom. At first glance, everything seemed perfectly normal. Toys and art supplies. Nap mats and stuffed animals. Colorful drawings hung up around the room.

“I need to step out for just a moment, Jennifer. Explore and make yourself at home, and I’ll answer some more questions as soon as I get back. Can I trust you to be a good girl in here for me?”

Jennifer stared at the young nurse and felt herself nodding, still unable to find words.

The door clicked shut and Jennifer willed her feet to move forward. Mumbling to herself, she walked to the far side of the room to look at the various toys and dress-up clothes.

Okay. You can do this. You got this. That was a lot to take in, but it’s time to get to work. Breathe and restart.

She thumbed through the coloring sheets on the table before walking towards what she now realized had to be adult-sized training potties. In the middle of the room. Just…sitting there. Were women expected to just go in front of everyone like that?

Jennifer felt a familiar tingle down under and pushed it to the side to focus on her work. She walked to the teacher’s desk and sat down, trying to imagine what it would be like to have a room full of adults treated as preschoolers. She closed her eyes and tried to put herself into that role.

Her eyes popped open as she heard the door click, ready to continue her interview with a renewed sense of purpose and professionalism. 

But this wasn’t Ashley. 

 

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The woman entered the room and sighed as the door shut behind her, seemingly unaware of the reporter seated behind the desk. Her dark hair fell around her shoulders, which were mostly bare, with her body adorned in silky black satin and white ruffles and lace. The tiny dress ended in a series of poofs and frills, with a small section of her bare legs visible before the dark stockings took over around her knees and led to the heels that the woman teetered on as she leaned against the wall for another deep breath.

“Ahh! Oh, fuck..you scared me. I’m so sorry. I said fudge… Oh fudge. Please don’t spank me. I’ve already been spanked twice today, and I can’t spend a whole day in here. Please!”

Jennifer studied the woman in the skimpy maid uniform. At first, she saw only the uniform and a sea of frills. But now, she realized this woman was probably around her age, maybe even older. She was probably a local soccer mom or some hot-shot business exec. It was impossible to tell from her current attire. Regardless, this was a woman who would likely never have given her the time of day in the real world, but here the milf-turned-maid was desperately pleading with her to have her already sore bottom spared from more punishment.

Jennifer basked in the power of that moment while the woman stared at her with pleading eyes.

“Your secret is safe with me. My name is Jennifer. I’m a journalist and Nurse Ashley was just showing me around.”

“Oh, thank god…” The woman sighed again and let out a nervous titter of laughter and a slight smile. “Wait, did you say you’re a journalist? You can’t tell anyone that you saw me here!”

“No worries. The names will be changed to protect the innocent…whether they’re innocent or not. So, what are you in for? They mentioned a few different rooms, but no one mentioned maids.”

“Ugh.. I’m a local, and we kinda have different rules. We have the normal Academy option, or we can take a few weeks of maid service. I got a DUI after drinking with my girlfriends and was sentenced to six weeks of maid service on Fridays or two days in The Academy. One of my girlfriends did it last year and said I should take the maid deal, because it wasn’t so bad. Wait till I find Trish…”

“Your job is just to clean the facility? What was that you mentioned about spanking?”

“Yeah. The judge decided he could save on cleaning services if he got us to do it. I think the dirty old man just wanted to play out another of his fantasies. We still get spanked when we arrive each day and if we mess up or slack off for any other reasons. It’s pretty much impossible to get through the day without a sore ass. They have a three-strike rule and on the third strike, you have to spend the rest of the day and the next day here at the Academy in one of the rooms. That’s why you can’t tell anyone I’m in here.”

“Okay, so it’s kind of like being on probation. That makes sense. As long as you have good behavior, it’s like a community service thing.”

“Yeah, I guess…but do you see this thing? This is what I wore to sorority parties in college, but that was a long time ago. I mean, my daughter is heading off to college next year! I think what they really want to do here is humiliate us.”

“Does it work?”

“What? Humiliation?”

“Yeah. I’m writing about this place because I heard stories, but the truth is so much wilder than what I could have imagined. Now I’m trying to wrap my head around it. It still seems crazy, but I think I can see how spankings or these outfits could be quite effective. Does the humiliation make you think twice about drinking and driving?”

“Absolutely. I’m never coming back here. I’ll grab an Uber or walk. I’ve already had to spend an extra day in The Classroom, and two weeks ago I had to spend the day in here. Do you know how humiliating it is to have to use one of those plastic potties in front of the class?”

Jennifer looked at the training potty to her left and shuddered. “I can’t even imagine. Do you think this is more effective than jail or normal community service?”

“Oh, I would take that any day. I can’t believe that…”

The maid paused as the door opened next to her and quickly began using her duster to clean a bulletin board of photographs.

“Chelsea, I didn’t expect to see you here. Where are you supposed to be?”

“Oh, umm… in here, Nurse Ashley! I was almost done cleaning, see?”

If Chelsea had taken a moment to look around the room, she would have seen how out of sorts the room currently was. While far from a mess, it was not up to the strict Academy standards and was not cleaned, despite what the desperate maid was saying.

“Chelsea, where are you supposed to be right now instead of hiding out here?”

The middle-aged maid’s eyes darted around before deciding her best bet was just to double down and hope that it would pass. “Right here, Nurse Ashley. I’m supposed to be cleaning all the rooms while the other girls are at lunch.”

“Riiight. And you’ve already cleaned The Nursery?”

“Oh yes, Nurse Ashley! Totally clean. I just need to finish up here and then do The Classroom!”

Jennifer watched the scene unfold before her, and it looked much more like a punished teen or mischievous child trying to outsmart their parents than a forty-year-old soccer mom discussing the conditions of her work release program with a nurse who was barely out of college. What was it about this place that had that much of an effect on women?
 

“Well, let’s just see about that. Shall we, Chelsea?”

“Jennifer, I’m afraid we’re going to have to cut our time in this room short and continue to the Nursery.”

The trio made the short trek from The Preschool Room to The Nursery and paused at the door. Chelsea squirmed anxiously.

“Is there anything you want to tell me, Chelsea?”

“Umm...no, Nurse Ashley.”

Chelsea hung her head and entered the room, hoping desperately to avoid her inevitable fate.

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CHAPTER THREE

The three women stood in the doorway and it was already abundantly clear that the room hadn’t been cleaned. The nannies did a great job of keeping everything tidy, but some things only a maid could do, including emptying the trash and restocking the supply shelves.

Chelsea looked down sheepishly and played with the hem of her short dress. Ashley looked at the milfy maid and Jennifer noted the slightest hint of a smirk. This was clearly a woman who loved her job.

“Chelsea?”

“I was going to do it! I was just about to. I just…”

“That’s enough of that. You have two minutes to restock the shelves and take out the trash. Move your frilly ass!”

Jennifer stood to the side as she watched the scene unfold. Ashley made her way back to the journalist as they watched the maid scurry into frenzied action. With no regard for modesty, Chelsea bent over and flashed her white ruffled panties to the two professionals in the room as she worked feverishly to meet the deadline. Fluffy pink and white diapers were crammed into cubbies, and the opaque bags of trash were moved to the hallway.

Chelsea ran back into the room and stood before Nurse Ashley, hoping she had done enough. 

“Thank you, Chelsea. You did a great job taking care of the nursery.”

Chelsea looked up, hopeful. Those hopes were soon dashed.

“It’s a shame that you need someone to take care of you. Your job is to make our jobs easier, Chelsea. You are here to learn how to think of someone other than yourself and prove that you can be a net positive on society instead of just taking all the time. But today is not that day. Come with me.”

“No, please, Nurse Ashley! Please…I’ll be good. I’ll clean every room again…and volunteer an extra day this week!”

Jennifer watched as Chelsea was taken by the hand into the center of the room. Nurse Ashley placed the desperately pleading woman’s hands firmly onto her head, and it only took one stern look for the maid to realize that the battle had already been lost. Chelsea pouted and stomped her feet, but it only earned her a firm smack on the bottom before Ashley turned to Jennifer with a smile.

“Hey, you are welcome to stay and watch her punishment if you like, but it’s also totally fine if you want to wait outside, and I’ll get you when we’re done.”

“Oh…umm…I’ll stay.” I wouldn’t miss this for anything.

“Okay. Enjoy the show.” Ashley winked at the journalist and grabbed a chair on her way back to the crestfallen maid. 

 

Ashley positioned the chair in front of Chelsea, sure to give Jennifer a good profile view of her work. She reached up to grab Chelsea around the hips and pull her in closer. “Come on, Chelsea… you know the drill. This is far from your first spanking here, though they don’t seem to be working.”

The ruffled lace from the maid’s petticoat slid up Chelsea’s hips along with the edge of the satin black dress. A small button at the edge of the ruffled lace was attached to a hidden loop near the top of the maid’s dress, until the front of her tight, white panties were exposed. Chelsea was spun around, and the same procedure was performed on the back of her dress.

Jennifer made eye contact with Chelsea as her dress was pinned in the back. Where she would have expected distress and incredulity, the reporter only saw pouting and the beginnings of a tantrum. Jennifer pondered if it was the attire, the atmosphere, the treatments, the scolding…what was it about this place that so quickly put women into a submissive state and gave them a childlike dependence and mindset?

Jennifer squirmed in her seat. And why is it turning me on?

“Humiliation is one of the key factors in rehabilitation..” Ashley peaked her head around Chelsea’s waist to make sure Jennifer could hear her monologue. “If the penalty for a crime is a fine, then it is only a punishment for the lower class. Most women that come through our doors, including this little cutie, are far from lower class.”

Chelsea tensed and squeezed her legs together as she felt Nurse Ashley’s fingers nimbly slide into the waistband of her panties, wanting more than anything to lower her hands and enact a game of tug-of-war but knowing that it would only make her situation worse. 

“Our town gave up on fines long ago. Jail seemed a better alternative, but it was mostly a minor inconvenience and a fun story to tell over drinks, and only allowed the women to stew in their resentment and supposed unfair treatment. They came out as angry and vengeful as ever, before speeding out of town again on their way out. No, we needed something more..”

 

Jennifer watched Chelsea’s inner turmoil and marveled at the distressed woman’s willpower and compliance. Chelsea obviously did not want to be here and found her humiliating treatment neither just nor fair, but remained obedient and submissive‌. Ashley lowered the maid’s panties as she spoke, a fraction of an inch at a time, exposing more and more of her naughty bits to the room.
 

“That is when the Judge decided that corporal punishment might have a purpose here, hearkening back to the days of his youth. And it does, if applied correctly. The few swats that you received earlier were just a small taste. Enough to add curiosity and excitement, right?”

Jennifer looked down and blushed. Ashley gave her a wink as she continued lowering Chelsea’s panties at a maddeningly slow rate.

“Right. Add in another dozen or so and we learned that it only made most women obstinate and angry. We had some real Hulk situations going on in there. And the judge never really wanted to inflict pain. He didn’t think that was the way.”

“Hmph. Could’ve fooled me.”

Ashley abandoned her slow, deliberate tease with the maid’s underpants and instead opted for a swift release as she dropped them to Chelsea’s ankles in one fell swoop. 

 

“Hey! Can’t I at least have some privacy? Does SHE have to be here for this?”

Ashley rose, looking up at the woman who was now shifting uncomfortably back and forth in her heels and averting her eyes. Though Chelsea was a few inches taller than Nurse Ashley, the younger woman more than made up for the height difference with authority and confidence.

Chelsea’s feet ached from prancing around the Academy all morning, but she had a feeling that wouldn’t be a problem for much longer. This wasn’t the first time her mouth had written checks that her ass had to cash, and it didn’t look promising that this would be the last.

“Do. Not. Move.”

Nurse Ashley walked out of the room and left the concerned journalist alone with the bottomless maid. Chelsea, to her credit, did not move her hands and stayed in position, as she stared towards the back of the room with her pink bottom exposed.

“Hey, are you okay?”

Chelsea looked at the woman, practically a stranger, standing in her cute little blazer and heels. Jennifer didn’t look powerful, but she did look purposeful; like she knew who she was and what she was doing.

“Fuck you. I hope you get everything you need for your little article, bitch.”

Chelsea went back to staring straight ahead and Jennifer found a chair and made herself comfortable, suddenly free of guilt, and prepared to enjoy the rest of the show.
 

Nurse Ashley opened the door, and Chelsea turned her head on instinct. In an instant, Chelsea went from bitchy and snooty to pleading and desperate.

“Nooo! Not Mr. Brushy! Please, Nurse Ashley! Please.. I’ll be good! Not Mr. Brushy!”

Jennifer looked to the door to see who had stricken such fear into the bare-bottomed middle-aged woman who was such an icy bitch only moments before and saw no one. Only Nurse Ashley with a hairbrush in her hand. Oh. 

 

Walking behind Chelsea, Ashley wrapped one hand around the mature woman’s waist while Mr. Brushy had a quick and meaningful discussion with the maid’s exposed derrière.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Owwww! Please…owww!!”

Chelsea stomped her feet and tried to twist away, but Ashley held firm and continued to deliver her message, one painful swat at a time.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

 

Ashley leaned around Chelsea to give Jennifer a wink. “Mr. Brushy has a way of getting the point across.”

How can she be so playful and carefree while being so cruel and menacing?

 

Chelsea spun around slowly, guided by Ashley’s firm hand, until she was facing the chair. With her bottom exposed, Jennifer was surprised at how quickly and thoroughly the red hue had overtaken her formerly pink bottom.

“Are you going to be a good girl and lay over my lap for your spanking now, Chelsea?”

Chelsea nodded, fighting back tears and unwilling to break in front of the journalist.

Ashley picked up Mr. Brushy, ready for another round.

“I’ll be your good girl, Nurse Ashley! I’m ready to be a good girl! I’m sorry!”

Chelsea awkwardly climbed over the smaller nurse’s lap, a tornado of frills and lace being pushed everywhere as she settled into place.

Ashley rubbed Chelsea’s already sore bottom and gave her light pats as she continued. “As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted..”

SMACK!

“The judge doesn’t want to hurt these girls, not really. He learned that bare-bottom spankings and corner time seemed to have an even bigger impact as it dialed up their humiliation. That was the key that unlocked everything.”

SMACK! SMACK!

“I came in around this time, and we learned what worked and what didn’t until this place came to be. We learned that most of these women were just spoiled little princesses who were always getting their way. They needed to be held accountable for their actions instead of being given preferential treatment because of their money or position in life. It’s amazing how much of a difference clothing can make, for instance. Did you know that this silly little thing is the CEO of a multi-million dollar company?”

SMACK!

“Hard to imagine, isn’t it? Of course, it’s not like she built it from the ground up or anything. It was one of her Daddy’s companies, and she was basically just role-playing as an important business woman. But little Chelsea is playing a very different role now, isn’t she?”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Owww!!! Yes, Nurse Ashley!”

 

“When we strip a woman of her clothes, she loses the false identity she has created for herself and becomes more like her true self. These fun little costumes and accessories only help to further that.”

Ashley took a moment to run her hands through all the poofy frills in front of her, before running her fingers up and down Chelsea’s stockings.

SMACK! SMACK!

“You see, underneath every arrogant, defiant woman that comes through our doors is a good girl that just needs some help shining through. The spanking helps with that, of course, but the pain fades quickly.”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Chelsea groaned and shifted back and forth as the spanking picked up intensity.

“But there comes a point in every spanking where the spanker has to make a choice. Is she learning her lesson? Am I getting my point across? Do I think that this spanking is enough to change her attitude and behavior?”

“Yes, Nurse Ashley! I learned my lesson!”

SMACK! SMACK!

Ashley ignored that outburst and continued. “If the answer is yes, then a few hard smacks are normally enough to seal the deal, and we can move on to the next phase of punishment.”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Chelsea groaned as Ashley rubbed the older woman’s red bottom, unable to mask how much she enjoyed her job.

“But if the answer is no…”

Jennifer watched every muscle in Chelsea’s body tense up as Ashley continued to pat her bottom.

“If the answer is no, and we feel like the naughty girl over our lap hasn’t learned her lesson…”

SMACK!

“...and is not likely to change her attitude and behavior…”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“...then further steps are necessary.”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“No, PLEASE Nurse Ashley! Please!!”

SMACK! SMACK!

“She knows what to say, and she’s a talented actress. How do you think Chelsea got Daddy to give her everything for more than forty years? But we can see through that and know just how to handle naughty little girls like Chelsea.”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

The spanking intensified again and, for the first time, Jennifer saw Chelsea truly start to scramble and try to get away.

“Chelsea was good for the first part of her spanking because she was trying to manipulate us to think she learned her lesson. Now we can see the realization that she is going to be truly punished start to sink in.”

“Let GO of me! Stop!!”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“The first stop is defiance. Chelsea still thinks she is in charge and can tell us what to do.”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Damn right. Get off of me, bitch! Owww!”

Ashley repositioned herself and gave a sly smile to Jennifer. Watch this, her eyes said. 

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!

“Owww, please! Okay? I’ve learned. Please!!!”

“Next we have pleading. Once Chelsea sees that she can’t yell or threaten to get her way, she starts to beg and promise and will say anything that she thinks we may want to hear. You have never heard such good manners as a spanked woman in this position.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Please!! I’ll be your good girl, Nurse Ashley! Owwww… your BEST good girl, please!”

“She doesn’t even really know what she’s saying at this point. It’s like the brain short circuits, and women will just say anything to make it stop, even if the part coming next is worse. But eventually…”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Chelsea’s sniffles and pleading broke down into deep, heaving sobs that racked her body to its core. Incoherent mumblings occasionally cut through, but it was mostly tears and wails that rang out into the room as the spanking continued.

“Ahhh…the tears. We used to think that this was the last stop. At this point, Chelsea is broken. But it won’t last. We want deep submission. And that is coming soon..”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Jennifer watched as Chelsea cried until she could cry no more, her body now lying limply across the nurse’s lap as Ashley alternated spanks and rubs as the spanking neared its end.

“There it is. Acceptance. No fight. No screaming and cursing. No pleading. Not even tears. Just calm acceptance as she fully embraces her new role. Chelsea is not in charge anymore. She never really was. ”

SMACK.

“What we do here isn’t about humiliating and punishing adults. Most of the women in our care are simply role-playing as adults. What we are really doing is unmasking their true selves. Does this look like the face of a big, bad CEO? Or of a well-punished little girl who finally knows her place? It looks like we’ve spanked all the naughtiness out of you for now, Chelsea.”

The reporter leaned forward, hanging on every word and entranced by the scene unfolding before her.

“Jennifer, could you hand me that bag next to you?”

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I wonder if Jennifer will be present at another of Chelesa's punishments in the future.

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I couldn't help myself, I purchased the whole book on Kindle and I really enjoyed it! This is such a fun concept for a series and I'm looking forward to more - I'm almost mad at myself because now I can't look forward to these posts as much haha, but I'll be rereading it again for sure.

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On 3/13/2025 at 1:39 PM, nofearageplay said:

I couldn't help myself, I purchased the whole book on Kindle and I really enjoyed it! This is such a fun concept for a series and I'm looking forward to more - I'm almost mad at myself because now I can't look forward to these posts as much haha, but I'll be rereading it again for sure.

Thanks! Glad you loved it! If anyone else wants to skip the line, The Academy: The Journalist is my current best-seller on Amazon this month. 

There's a LOT more Academy stories on the way. I think I have 5 more outlined so far and the end of this story opens up some entirely new possibilities. Sometimes the characters just grab your pen and start writing stuff you didn't anticipate!

But, so far, I have:

- a  Ream/SubStar exclusive story with a few chapters (Tales from Red Hills: The Politician)
- an origin story about Ashley and The Academy that is about halfway written 
- a commissioned piece set in The Academy that is also about halfway written

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Chapter Four

 

Chelsea looked up and let out a pathetic sigh as she let her head fall again. At least for now, she was beaten and had no choice but to submit and take whatever was coming to her.

“Can you hand me the pink bottle in the side pocket? Would you like some soothing lotion on your sore little bottom, Chelsea?”

The well-spanked woman nodded and managed a tiny squeak, more fitting of a mouse than the lion she pretended to be in her day-to-day life, “Yes, Nurse Ashley.”

Ashley held the bottle high over Chelsea’s bare bottom and liberally drizzled the lotion over her plump, red bottom, like an overzealous kid applying caramel to an ice cream sundae. She tucked the bottle of baby lotion into the back of Chelsea’s stockings for safekeeping and listened to Chelsea moan graphically as the pink lotion was rubbed soothingly into her sore bottom. 

“The good news for Chelsea is that she no longer has to attend to any maid duties for the day. It seems she was not quite suited for that role. Since she can’t handle being an adult with adult responsibilities, we are going to have to find a more suitable role.”

Ashley continued to rub the lotion deeply into Chelsea’s red bottom, parting her cheeks to make sure that every inch was covered.

“We tried The Classroom, but that didn’t seem to do the trick. The next time Chelsea messed up, we thought that surely spending time as an adorable pre-schooler would set her on the right path. But it seems like even that was too much responsibility for little Chelsea here. So, where does that leave us? Chelsea, what is your next stop?”

Chelsea sniffled. “The Nursery.”

“Very good! And who do we look after in the nursery?”

Chelsea sighed and groaned. “Bad girls.”

“Awww, no Chelsea. There are no bad girls here. Only good girls that need our help to get rid of extra naughtiness. Who do we take care of in the Nursery, Chelsea?”

There was a silence as Ashley kneaded and squeezed Chelsea’s sore bottom, now soft, and smelling of sweet baby lotion.

“...babies…”

“Very good! When women like Chelsea are done pretending to be big girls and can’t seem to handle any adult responsibilities, we take care of everything for them in the Nursery. And what do babies wear, Chelsea?”

Chelsea groaned, tired of being forced to take part in her own humiliation, but knowing there was no way out. Not for her.

“...diapers…”

“Correct. It’s time to get you out of this silly maid outfit and into something a little more suitable. And how lucky that you managed to show us who you really are so early into the day so that you can spend most of today and all day tomorrow in here where you belong. Stand up for me.”

Chelsea shuffled to her feet and automatically put her hands on top of her head, quite familiar with punishment positions and keeping her wandering and grabby hands out of the way when it was called for.

“Jennifer, would you mind grabbing Chelsea a diaper and a new outfit from the closet behind you? Whatever you think suits her best.”

The journalist looked at Chelsea’s tear-stained face as Nurse Ashley wiped her clean. Her white frilly panties hung loosely around her ankles and her dress was still pinned up to expose everything from the waist down. It was hard to imagine this woman as a million-dollar business woman and, she supposed, that it was going to be even more unlikely to see her as such after her next wardrobe change.

Jennifer opened the closet and selected one of the first things she saw, a simple pink onesie. She didn’t have time to get overwhelmed and let analysis paralysis kick in over a wardrobe change; no matter how strange that change was. Turning to the stacks of diapers, Jennifer was drawn to the poofy pink ones. She grabbed one from the top, barely able to grasp the thick diaper with one hand, and headed back to Nurse Ashley and Chelsea.

Chelsea was naked. Completely bare, with her hands still planted firmly on her head, she looked downward with a sullen expression, the poster child for ‘Fuck Around and Find Out’.

“Oh, Pink! Great choice, Jennifer!”

Jennifer beamed as the praise settled on her like rays of sunshine on a chilly morning. How long has it been since someone commended her for something? Journalism was a pretty thankless job. Jennifer liked it.

Ashley fished around in what Jennifer now clearly recognized as a diaper bag until she found what she was looking for.

“Please, Nurse Ashley. It’s so embarrassing.”

Her last desperate plea fell flat, and Chelsea obediently opened her mouth for the pink pacifier. The pacifier was familiar, as Chelsea’s smart-ass remarks earned her a well-spanked bottom and pacification during her stay in the Preschool room, but everything else that was about to happen was a new and horrifying experience, no matter how adorable and innocent it may look from the outside.

“Come on, Chelsea. Time to get that cute little bottom in a fluffy new diaper.”

Chelsea whined but allowed herself to be taken by the hand to the changing table, where she climbed on top. Ashley was quick to fasten Chelsea’s hands in the soft cuffs waiting overhead.

“If you promise to be a good girl, I won’t cuff your legs. Will you be a good girl for me, Chelsea?”

Ashley bent forward to remove the pacifier, dangling it mere inches from the demoted director’s pouty lips.

“Yes, Nurse Ashley.”

“Good girl.’

Ashley replaced the pacifier and looked at Jennifer, who held the diaper and onesie awkwardly as she waited to be called on.

“Okay…” Ashley worked her way through her imaginary checklist out loud. “We’ll need to start with a quick wipe to make sure she’s clean. You would be surprised how many well-respected, put-together women have dirty little tushies or clitty litter from poor wiping technique. But little Chelsea here won’t have to worry about cleaning her princess parts for a while, isn’t that right?”

Chelsea pouted and looked away.

“Then we’ll need baby lotion from head to toe to keep her skin soft and give her that nice, clean baby smell. Then some baby powder to make sure she doesn’t get a rash and that pretty pink diaper before we finish getting her dressed.”

Being demoted from CEO to maid to overgrown infant was humiliating. Having every aspect narrated to a journalist made Chelsea want to melt into the table. She laid her head back and closed her eyes. Whatever was happening, she didn’t need to be an active participant in it any longer.

Ashley reached for the wipes as the door opened.

“Molly! Hey, what are you doing here?”

Jennifer watched as the redhead leaned against the door and slid down until she was seated in her green scrubs.

“Girl, it has been a day. On top of my normal intakes, I feel like I’ve been babysitting Chelsea all morning just to get her to stay on task. She’s been spanked twice already. I wish she’d just fuck up again, so we can leave her in here and I can get back to work.”

Ashley smiled and stepped to the side, giving Molly a view of the changing table.

“Funny you should mention that… Look who we have here…”

“Really!?”

Molly bounded across the room, unable to conceal the glee of seeing another spoiled bitch finally get what was coming to her.

“Awww…look at how precious you are already. Looks like someone is ready for her first diaper!”

The red-headed nurse tickled Chelsea along her sensitive ribs. Chelsea laughed uncontrollably before resuming the world’s most powerful pout as soon as she caught her breath and composed herself.

“Do you want to take over for us? This is Jennifer. She’s the journalist that the Judge was talking about, and I was just giving her a tour of our rooms before we got sidetracked by one very naughty girl. I wanted to grab lunch before it's too late.”

Jennifer stood awkwardly, still holding the giant diaper and onesie, and managed a feeble wave and a smile.

Molly returned the smile before turning to Jenny. “I would LOVE to. Go grab some lunch. I know just how to take care of little Chelsea here…”

The abject fear in Chelsea’s eyes was the last thing that Jennifer saw before handing off the milf’s new wardrobe and heading for the door.

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Chapter Five

 

Jennifer sat alone and looked at the group of women to her right. Each was wearing a white button-down shirt and a tiny plaid skirt. Their white cotton panties were visible from any angle, and most of them had given up hope of any attempt to preserve their modesty.

The crunch of their crisp salads was the only noise coming from the table as they ate lunch in reserved silence. Very demure. Very mindful.

The Preschool table to her left was similarly silent. At first glance, it looked like the most well-behaved group of preschoolers to ever grace the planet, as each girl used her hands to eat chicken nuggets and grapes. Upon further inspection, at least two of the ‘girls’ were women in at least their 40s.

Across the cafeteria, a pair of women were decidedly not eating their lunch quietly. Both were seated in large high chairs. Their hands and feet were cuffed to the edges to keep them out of trouble, and they were naked except for the large diaper and tiny bibs that didn’t even cover their exposed breasts.

While both girls were struggling and covered with messy baby food, Jennifer zoned in on the louder one. The brunette appeared to be around her age, with hair bunched in poofy pigtails and flowy pink ribbons. Her exposed breasts were covered in colorful baby food, as was her entire face, most of the tray, her bib, and a few parts of the nanny that was attempting to feed her.

“No! Blah…Stop. I don’t want any more, and I don’t like it! Just let me eat my normal lunch, please!”

Jennifer watched as the woman’s cheeks were pinched and spoonful after spoonful was forced inside before the nanny sacrificed her hand as she held it in place and pinched the girl’s nose until she swallowed, with a pitiful grimace.

“Ugh! Just let me go!”

Ashley followed the journalist’s gaze and giggled. “Being treated like an overgrown baby is enough to make any woman fussy. That’s actually our preschool teacher, Miss Rachel.”

“Oh, the woman feeding that messy baby?”

“Nope. Miss Rachel is the messy baby.”

Ashley slid into her seat and placed salads, chicken nuggets, and grapes on the table. “Wasn’t sure what you were into, so I brought us a variety.” Ashley nibbled on a chicken nugget as she opened her salad.

“Why is your preschool teacher in a diaper and being force-fed baby food?”

“That is an excellent question. Dig in and I’ll illuminate.”

They both took a few bites of their lunch before Ashley was ready for another story.

“Empathy is crucial when guiding another person through behavior modification. When the Sterns and I were putting together concepts of The Academy, I was the guinea pig as we tried out a variety of disciplinary techniques and methods. If you’ve seen it here, I’ve done it. And a whole lot more.”

“You got spanked? Wore diapers?”

“Yep. And it has made me a better nurse and a better person. Putting yourself completely at the mercy of someone else and trusting them to take care of your every need is a humbling and rewarding experience. It has its challenges, but it was also a way of letting go of day-to-day stress because the situation at hand is so all-encompassing.”

Jennifer crunched into a fresh bite of her salad and pondered those words. “So, why is Miss Rachel in diapers?”

“It’s hard to take someone to a place that you have never been. As part of the training and hiring process, each worker must go through every stage of our training. I could take you through all the different stages of a spanking earlier because I have been on the giving and receiving end dozens and dozens of times by now. I know what it feels like to be spanked from anger to pleading to tears to acceptance and peace, and it helps me to guide other women through it, having been there myself.”

Ashley paused for another chicken nugget, regretting that she didn’t have an extra hand to nab one of their delicious in-house sauces when she made her way through the line.

“Every staff member also agrees to ongoing training, which includes at least one session each month as a participant in The Academy. It works as a sort of performance review as we go in front of the judge and learn what we’ve done well and where we can improve before he assigns us to one of the rooms for the day.”

Jennifer watched as Ashley paused her story to pilfer a few small containers from the preschool table.

“They weren’t using these. House-made honey mustard and this sweet and sour is to die for.”

The duo paused to indulge themselves in a practically pornographic display of dipping and licking their lips as the two women greedily consumed the delicious sauces. 

“See? It’s not all spankings and corner time here…Mmmm…where was I? Oh, yeah…Our monthly reviews. It isn’t always because we’ve done something wrong. Nurse Molly, who is taking care of Chelsea right now, was in the nursery a few months ago because of excessive tardies. She hasn’t been late since. But Miss Rachel…she’s like the perfect employee. Normally a delightfully buzzy ray of sunshine.”

They both looked over to the frazzled woman completely covered in baby food as she was being forced to drink a baby bottle. White trails, like rivers, streamed from the corners of her mouth as she shook her head back and forth and yelled incoherently in continued protest of her treatment.

“A buzzy ray of sunshine?”

Ashley laughed. “Yeah, normally!”

The nurse put the cap back onto her water bottle and leaned in.

“We each take turns in all the rooms, regardless of performance or behavior. It was simply Rachel’s turn in the nursery. And she’s been in there many times before and isn’t normally this fussy. Turns out, she has a hot date tonight. I almost felt bad stripping her out of the sexy lingerie set she was wearing under her normal teacher outfit and prepping her for the day. I probably should have given her a longer spanking, like we did with Chelsea, but she’s normally such a good girl for us. This guy must be something special.”

Jennifer dabbled in two worlds and tasted her first tentative bite of chicken nugget salad. Not bad. She broke apart a few pieces of chicken to scatter amongst the leaves of lettuce and drizzled it in one of the sauces. Jennifer noticed Ashley smirking at her. “I’m pretty sure the lettuce cancels out the nuggets when they get to my belly. That’s how nutrition works, right?”

“Right.” Ashley held up a nugget before passing it through her lips. “Cheers.”

“I’ll be honest with you, Ashley. This place isn’t what I thought.”

Ashley grabbed a napkin to dismiss any further evidence of chicken nuggets from her lips.

“Oh?”

“Yeah. I mean, I didn’t know what to expect coming in, but I thought this would be more of a hit piece. I would come in and show the insane treatments and inhuman punishments that you were giving to these poor women. But this is well-thought-out. It’s still weird as fuck, don’t get me wrong, but there is a method to the madness and you seem relatively normal, all considered.”

Ashley chuckled. “Relatively normal, huh? Well, I guess I’ve been called worse. Think you have enough for your article?”

“Yeah, I think so. I’m not quite sure what direction to take yet. My mind is swimming with possibilities.”

“Do you want me to spank you before you hit the road?”

Jennifer choked on her water while Ashley popped a grape into her mouth and smiled. She looked at the nurse, waiting for her to say that she was just joking like earlier…but it didn’t happen.

“Wait…really?”

“Yeah, sure. I just told you how important empathy and first-hand experience is to us here. Seems only fitting that you should write the first draft of your article on a sore bottom, right?”

“Ummm…”

“Oh! Oh…oh my god…I’ll do you one better.”

Jennifer leaned in, the prestige of her new corner office hanging alluringly at the front of her mind.

“What if you got to experience The Academy for a full day?”

“Like, come back here and shadow all the teachers in each room? Yeah, I could absolutely use some different perspectives and some more interviews. That would be amazing. Thank you so much Ashley, I…”

“No. Not as a reporter. I think you should experience a full day as a participant in The Academy from intake through each of our rooms to get a first-hand account of what happens here and, more importantly, see how it feels and how it changes you. What do you think? You in?”

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Chapter Six

Jennifer sat in her car outside the courthouse and tapped her fingers nervously along the steering wheel. Raising her hands, she chewed nervously on a dangling fingernail.

 Fuck it. Let’s do this.

She walked up the front steps and nervously made her way to the front desk. “Hi, umm…my name is Jennifer Brooks, and I was told to…”

The woman at the desk didn’t even look up from her computer, already bored by the conversation. “Sign in here and have a seat.”

The reporter signed her name and sat down, feeling more like she was in a doctor’s waiting room than preparing to start the most insane adventure of her life. 

What the hell am I doing?

As soon as Nurse Ashley gave her the opportunity, Jennifer knew that she had to accept. This was the type of story she needed. This is what would put her on the map. And, she was also interested for more...personal reasons. She had spent decades doing the right thing and playing it safe. It was time to be bold and adventurous for a change. But that didn’t make this any less terrifying. 

The Judge and Ashley decided that Jennifer would need to go through the full procedure, including being sentenced by the Judge in the courtroom. She would turn herself in, receive her sentence, and then be greeted by Nurse Ashley to begin her day. 

“Miss Brooks, the Judge will see you now.”

o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o

“Jennifer Brooks, you were clocked in at a speed of 34mph in a 25mph zone. How do you plead?”

“Oh, um…I didn’t know that I would…ummm…”

Jennifer stood behind the stand and was already more anxious than she had ever been in her life. She thought that all of this would be just a formality but it felt very real. She rubbed her hands together, feeling the cold metal of the handcuffs against her wrists. She knew that a similar pair were around her ankles, but looked down anyway, confirming the obvious. 

Was all of this really necessary?

“Miss Brooks?”

“Ummm…guilty, Your Honor?”

She was told that she would need to plead guilty in order to receive the alternative sentence. Pleading not-guilty would result in a trial by jury and take weeks so she was told that most women were agreeable to enter a guilty plea. 

“I see. Miss Brooks, we do not take speeding lightly in our town. I’m not sure how they do it in the big city where you’re from, but we have a different kind of justice here in Red Hills. I was told that you are interested in our Alternative Sentencing Program?”

“Oh, umm.. Yes, Your Honor.”

Jennifer didn’t know why she was so nervous. This was all just make believe, right? All just part of the plan they put together to give her an idea of how it felt for the convicted women. 

“Jennifer Brooks, you are hereby sentenced to one day in The Academy. If you are a good girl, I will see you in my office at 6pm where your record will be wiped clean and you will be free to go. If not…you will find yourself in for a longer stay in The Academy.”

The reporter swallowed hard and stared at the older man that held her fate in his hands. This felt so real. Jennifer had never done anything wrong in her entire life. Never so much as a speeding ticket or jaywalking. She got straight As and did community service. This felt like when she got in trouble for stealing apples from Mrs. Prinehorn’s tree when she was a little girl. Even though she didn’t take the apples, she took responsibility for it to save her friend. And now she felt like a little girl again. A scared little girl ready to accept her fate. 

“Do you understand, Miss Brooks?”

“Yes, Your Honor.”

“Very well. Bailiff, please bring the Board of Education and lower Miss Brooks’ pants to her ankles.”

“Wait, what?! Nooo! I’m supposed to go to The Academy! This isn’t part of it!”

“Miss Brooks, you would do well to stay silent in my courtroom. Part of your sentence is public corporal punishment, and it is the first stop at The Academy. You will feel the paddle nine times, one for every mile-per-hour over the speed limit as you carelessly sped through our town.”

The Bailiff laid the paddle onto the table and Jennifer stared at the heavy wooden plank as the mysterious stranger in uniform stood in front of her and smiled. This was a man who clearly loved his job. 

Jennifer quietly pleaded with the uniformed man as he reached for the front of her pants. “Please, I’m not supposed to be here. Not like this.”

He had a twinkle in his eye and his words were laced with the thick sarcasm of someone who knew he was talking to an inferior. 

“Huh, that’s what they all say. You would not believe the amount of completely innocent women that get brought through here. We should probably look into that.”

Jennifer was helpless to stop him as the burly Bailiff brushed her dress shirt and blazer out of the way to reach for the button on her jeans. She was still mumbling and pleading something as she felt the jeans loosen around her hips and the zipper was pulled down to its resting position. 

“Please.”

The Bailiff gave the desperate woman a knowing wink as he walked behind her and started to shimmy her pants down her hips. She gripped her thighs together tightly before the Bailiff leaned forward to offer some whispered advice. 

“If you don’t want the Judge to double your sentence, it is in your best interest to widen your legs and let me do my job.”

Jennifer took a deep breath. This is what she was here for. She wanted to know how these women felt. She wanted to know what it felt like to be publicly shamed and humiliated for her crimes. Jennifer spread her legs and nodded, putting her head down as the Bailiff dropped her jeans to her knees. 

Suddenly she was in gym class again, having to get changed in front of all the popular girls. Jennifer had never been cool, or popular, or pretty. She was average in every way. While she didn’t get caught up in popularity contests, it didn’t mean that she didn’t have feelings or think about how people viewed her. And Jennifer couldn’t help but think of the way the people in the courtroom viewed her now. 

She wore her grey jersey knit panties under her jeans and was thankful that her shirt and blazer seemed to cover at least some of her exposed rear. As though reading her mind, the Bailiff lifted and tucked her blazer and shirt to her mid-back, perfectly exposing his ample target. 

This was already more humiliating than anything that she could imagine, and Jennifer hadn’t even started yet. Shuddering, she realized this was all just the pre-game. 

Jennifer was pulled back to reality as she heard a mechanical whirring and the clicking of her chains as the cuffs around her wrists were pulled forward over the stand. She supposed that was happening so that she wouldn’t reach back and try to stop the Bailiff. It made sense to keep her hands out of the way of the paddle. 

But her hands kept moving. Past the edge of the stand and towards the floor. She realized in an instant that this wasn’t just about moving her hands. Her bottom was now being presented as the perfect target for the Bailiff and an amusing show for the crowd. Her leg muscles strained under the pull as she was lifted onto her tiptoes and bent fully over the stand.

Okay Jen, think. Take this all in. You aren’t scared, meek little Jenny anymore. You are Jennifer Brooks, feature writer. You immerse yourself in the story and write from the heart. You make your readers feel what you are feeling…

WHAP!

Jennifer stopped thinking. She stopped breathing. She stopped moving. Her brain completely short-circuited and stopped working. 
She had just been spanked. In public. For a crime she had committed. This was really happening. 

WHAP!

“Owwww!!!”

Jennifer stomped her feet and tried to will herself to think and take in the moment. 

WHAP!

But that was proving much harder than she anticipated. 

WHAP!

Mercifully, these were all coming quickly, and she was more taken aback by the shock and awe of the whole procedure than the actual pain. 

WHAP!

She was wrong. There was pain. It seemed to have a cumulative effect, like a good hot sauce slowly building and spreading as her brain tried to find a way to process what was happening. 

WHAP!

Jennifer had always been a good girl. She had never been spanked, and any form of punishment or disapproval had been exceedingly rare through her childhood or adulthood. This was a new experience, both physically and mentally. 

WHAP!

She tried to take herself out of her own head and focus on the other details. This article wouldn’t just be about her. She needed to describe the scene and what else was happening. Who were the other characters? The Judge sat as solemn as ever as he watched the proceedings. The Bailiff was easy to cast as the brainless thug who was just carrying out orders. 

She snuck a glance at the crowd and instantly regretted it. Dozens of faces smiled back at her. They were enjoying this. She could have sworn that she heard crowd noises, but they all just stared at her silently. 

WHAP!

“Eight!”

The crowd was counting. Well, that certainly adds an interesting dynamic to the story. The people weren’t shocked or surprised. They weren’t just sitting in a courtroom, bored out of their minds, like when Jennifer had been summoned to jury duty. They were active participants in her submission and subjugation. Interesting…

WHAP!

“Nine!”

Jennifer breathed a sigh of relief as the Bailiff set down the paddle and tried to gather her thoughts. Her butt was on fire and that was clouding her judgment. The utter humiliation of what she went through was also making it a little harder to process. She wished they would give her a notepad or a few minutes to gather her thoughts, but that was not to be the case. 

“Miss Brooks. The court thanks you for taking your punishment with discipline and respect. Many women who find themselves in your position do not take their paddling with as much grace and honor. I do hope that you can behave yourself in a similar manner for the rest of today. Nurse Ashley will now prepare you for the rest of your stay at The Academy. Dismissed.”

The bang of the gavel marked an abrupt ending to the first chapter of her jarring new experience. Jennifer was still bent at the waist and desperately thinking through a maze of thoughts as she felt a gentle touch on her lower back and turned her head to see pink scrubs. 

“Hey Jen, ready to get started?”

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Chapter Seven

 

Jennifer wiggled her toes into the plush carpet in the center of the room. Nurse Ashley had mercifully removed the chains from her ankles, but Jennifer had also lost her shoes and pants in the process. Standing in nothing but her rather drab gray panties from the waist down, she wished that her hands were uncuffed so she could at least remedy the wedgie situation created after bending over for her very public spanking. She bit her nails as she waited for Nurse Ashley to proceed.

The pantless reporter emitted an unapproving shriek as she felt Nurse Ashley pull back the waistband of her panties to peer inside and assess the damage. The elastic band snapped back across her lower back and the cute blonde nurse came to a stop in front of the journalist.

“Not too bad. Looks like you can handle yourself. Interesting start to the day, huh?”

“Yeah, I’ll say.”

“Well, not having an attitude will go a long way. The troublemakers and the brats always get the worst of it here.”

Ashley looked at Jennifer with compassion, like she was about to tell her that her puppy ran away from home. Jennifer braced for the worst.

“It’s time for your Welcome Spanking, Jennifer. We’re going to go to the chair over there and you’re going to lie across my lap. I’m going to use my hand and start over your panties for a warm-up before pulling your panties down to finish on your bare bottom. Will you be a good girl for me?”

Jennifer tried to maintain her dignity as a distinguished journalist, but was taken by surprise, and reacted before she had a chance to run it through her filter. 

“Welcome Spanking? What the hell did I just get in the Courtroom?!”

“That little meeting with the Board of Education is more about shock and awe. But we’ve learned that, before we continue getting you ready, or sending you to see Mrs. Stern it is important to fully show you your new place. I’m going to spank you to tears, Jennifer. I probably won’t take you all the way down like I did with Chelsea, but it’s better that you experience this now, alone with me in this room, than with Mrs. Stern and a full classroom of other women.”

Ashley held out her hand and Jennifer reluctantly reached both of her cuffed hands out to accept.

Jennifer took a deep breath as she was pulled over Ashley’s lap. The young blonde was smaller than her, but not by much, and she felt awkward and unsure as she tried to find her place. Nurse Ashley sensed her discomfort and took the lead, repositioning the older reporter precisely where she wanted her. 

Ashley took a moment to lift Jennifer’s blazer and shirt until her lower back and the waistband of her gray panties were exposed. She gave a few playful pats to the woman’s bottom before reaching down to attach Jennifer’s cuffs to the underside of the chair.

Jennifer pulled against the restraints, realizing that she was in this position until Ashley decided to let her up. She took a deep breath and prepared herself.

SMACK!

The feeling of Ashley’s hand was quite different from the dull thud of either of the paddles Jennifer had been spanked with thus far.

SMACK!

It wasn’t near as painful or thuddy. More of a sharp, warm, concentrated burst compared to the full-on assault of the paddle.

SMACK!

The position also probably played a role. Being forced against the desk or over the railing meant there was no give, as she was punished against the immovable object.

SMACK!

But Nurse Ashley’s lap was more giving, and Jennifer had more room to wiggle and move around if she wanted.

SMACK! SMACK!

As the spanking picked up in both duration and severity, Jennifer again realized the cumulative effect of a spanking, and how it continued to build over time.

SMACK! SMACK!

The warm sensation was growing, the tingling spreading. Jennifer wiggled as Nurse Ashley firmly held her grip, well practiced in the art of taming struggling women. 

SMACK! SMACK!

They were beginning to hurt now, and Jennifer realized she was being pushed into new territory. There was no upper limit to how many times she would be spanked. No number that she could count towards in her head to know that she was almost done.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Ashley alternated between each cheek, sometimes connecting down the center for a painful jolt that increased the blood flow and gave Jennifer a not unpleasant sensation across her most sensitive areas.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“...ooooh…”

Jennifer opened her mouth and the unattractive noise came forth without her knowledge or approval. She moaned softly as the spanking continued.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

It was really starting to hurt now. Jennifer always considered herself to be fairly tough, though she was now seeing that this was an untested assertion.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

This was more than she signed up for. What the hell was I thinking? The pain continued to grow and Jennifer began twisting back and forth as she tried to anticipate and escape the oncoming blows. She had to tell Ashley to stop. That it was too much…

SMACK!

Jennifer opened her mouth to beg or protest and was instead greeted by gentle rubs as Nurse Ashley caressed her sore bottom. She had been paddled and spanked but had come out the other side. Jennifer allowed herself a small smile. She had done it and felt like she had really learned something about herself in the process.

“Wait…what are you….nooooooo!”

Jennifer tried to reach back to wrestle with Ashley for her panties and suddenly released the effectiveness and deviousness of the cuffs preventing her from doing exactly that. She kicked her legs, but Ashley kept them elevated and with nothing to give her leverage, Jennifer could only kick and flail as her bare bottom was humiliatingly exposed for the first time.

“That was just the warm-up, Jennifer.”

SMACK!

“The warm….ahhhhh…..noooo, please!”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Jennifer’s mind raced, searching for an answer.

Should I try to hold myself together and maintain some dignity? Or do I reach deep and start crying immediately to make this stop?

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Jennifer forgot about the article. She forgot about journalism. She forgot her name, and her dignity, and any sense of pride that remained. She only wanted one thing, and that was for the spanking to end.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“No, please! This was a mistake…it’s too much…i’m sorry….I….ooooh”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

This wasn’t sexy or fun. What the hell was I thinking? All the articles and stories she read about spanking were lies. All of them. This wasn’t enjoyable. This wasn’t pleasurable. There was only pain and humiliation.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Jennifer screamed and pleaded and cried and made sounds that are more often heard from farm animals, but nothing stopped Nurse Ashley’s relentless attack against her sensitive skin.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

The feelings overwhelmed her senses and Jennifer let her emotions completely take over. She cried. Not a polite whimper, but a deep, ugly cry from within the depths of her soul. Jennifer sobbed openly and could think of nothing else, fully losing herself in the moment.

SMACK!

Minutes had passed and Jennifer was still quietly sobbing and sniffling as Ashley continued to rub and pat the reddened bottom in her lap.

“You were a very good girl for your Welcome Spanking, Jennifer. I’m going to stand you up now for cornertime while I finish preparing things for your stay. I am going to help you off of my lap and we are going to walk to the corner where I will place your hands on top of your head. You will not move or touch your bottom. Do you understand?”

Jennifer nodded, willing to enthusiastically agree to anything that the Nurse said.

SMACK!

“I said, do you understand? A nod is not an answer, Jennifer.”

“Yes, Nurse Ashley!”

“Good girl. Mrs. Stern will not go easy on you and I want to prepare you the best I can for when you inevitably mess up in there. Okay, let’s get you to the corner.”

Jennifer walked to the corner with her disheveled panties bunch around her upper thighs. In her delirious condition, she had completely forgotten about the rest of the day and what she agreed to. She hadn’t met Mrs. Stern yet and, at this point, she didn’t want to.

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Chapter Eight

The journalist took deep breaths through her nose as she tried to calm herself and practice her breathing. Her yoga classes had not prepared her for this kind of reflective meditation.

The pain was still so fresh, so real, but was fading to more of a dull pain than the blazing inferno it had been only moments before. The spanking was intense, beyond what she expected to experience. Jennifer was now willing to do anything she was told, finding it hard to believe that women would still misbehave after such a rude awakening.

Jennifer tried to think as a journalist and take in her senses and the details. How would she ever explain this to her boss? Maybe she would leave this part out.

“Okay, girl. Let’s get you ready. You’ll feel a lot better once we get you out of those clothes. I find that women struggle against their new identity when they are still wearing parts of their old life. I think getting you out of that blazer is going to do wonders. You do wear things that aren’t blazers, right?”

“Do yoga pants count?”

“NOT as pants.”

The two women shared a smile. Jennifer’s quickly vanished as she realized what was about to happen next. Her bare bottom was completely exposed and, in the next few moments, all the rest of her would be too. She got quiet and took a deep breath.

“Hey, you’re going to be fine. Just be a good girl and trust me. Okay, give me your arm. Let’s get you out of this thing.”

Jennifer stood and bent her body obediently as her blazer and button shirt were stripped from her, leaving her only in a bra and disheveled panties. As she was raising her arms to cover herself, Ashley delivered a firm SMACK to Jennifer’s still sore bottom.

“Owww! Okay, I’m sorry!”

“You will never cover yourself or touch any of the parts of your body that I’m about to uncover, Jennifer. You will never touch your bottom, or your princess parts, or your boobies. Do you understand?”

Jennifer tried and failed to not giggle at the word ‘boobies’.

“Did you say princess…”

SMACK!

“Sorry! I understand, Nurse Ashley!”

Nurse Ashley unhooked the bra and walked around to the front to gather her prize, smiling at Jennifer before looking down with an approving nod as the reporter’s bare breasts swung into view.

Jennifer wiggled her fingers and stepped anxiously from foot to foot in anticipation of what was coming and to stop herself from reaching up to cover her…boobies.

Ashley bent down until she was eye-level with Jennifer’s belly-button and slowly pulled at the most boring and drab pair of gray panties she had ever seen until they completed the reporter’s pile of discarded clothing.

Standing, she noticed the tenseness in Jennifer’s body on the way up. The reporter would not make eye-contact, with her eyes darting anxiously along the carpet instead.

“Hey, how do you feel right now?”

“Umm, anxious. Humiliated. Embarrassed. Exposed. Vulnerable. Uncertain. Weird. Small.”

Jennifer looked up at the last one, surprising herself.

“There ya go. But, hey, I’m going to need a co-writing credit if I keep feeding you answers all day.

Ashley winked as she reached out her hand to take the embarrassed naked journalist towards the exam table. 

 

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Jennifer laid bare on the exam table with her arms cuffed over her head. Nurse Ashley had said something about it being ‘for her own good’ but she was having serious doubts about that. Jennifer pulled against the restraints, but clearly wasn’t going anywhere. She shifted uncomfortably and tried to close her eyes and breathe to prepare herself for whatever was coming next.

“Okay, Jennifer. I’ll just speak plainly to you instead of dancing around it in cute language like I normally do.”

The reporter watched with rapt attention as the nurse snapped on pink exam gloves and reached for Jennifer’s exposed body.

“I’m going to shave off your pubes. We’re going to trim them first because…ummmm, yeah…and then I’m going to shave you completely bare. I’m doing this to make you feel vulnerable and different and, as you said earlier; small. I stripped you out of your adult reporter clothes and now I’m going to take another piece of your adulthood. Do you understand?”

Jennifer could only nod in response as the trimmer started vibrating and came into view. Was the indirect version of that speech any better? 

The shaving cream was cool, and that surprised her, though Jennifer supposed she had only ever shaved in the midst of a hot shower before. She looked up at the ceiling and continued her deep breathing as her womanhood was shaved away one strip at a time.

“We shave the women headed into The Classroom mostly so they’ll be embarrassed and have something to remember us by when they go home. It’s part of the transformation. But you aren’t going to stay in The Classroom, are you Miss Brooks? So, I’m shaving you for other reasons, too. Do you know why else I would need to shave you today?”

Jennifer rolled her fingers into tense fists above her head as her legs were lifted and the cool shaving cream was spread between her cheeks. She forced jagged breaths through her nose as the razor made its final passes and prayed that the nurse’s question was rhetorical.

The smell of baby lotion was instantly identifiable. Many nights of late night studying while she was babysitting and proving how responsible she was throughout her teen years had lodged the sickly sweet smell into her brain for eternity. Jennifer raised her head to see Nurse Ashley moving towards her freshly shorn lady parts with lotion that was meant for skin decades younger than hers.

“Can you think of any other reasons we want your skin baby smooth and soft down here, Jennifer?”

“Mmmm…oh!”

Jennifer caught herself as the unexpected moan escaped her lips. She braved a glance at Nurse Ashley and caught her grinning as the young nurse continued to rub the lotion into Jennifer’s sore bottom, each pass getting closer and closer to the spots that Nurse Ashley told Jennifer she was no longer allowed to touch.

“Why would we need to keep this skin so smooth and clean?”

Jennifer closed her eyes and forced herself to pretend that she was just in the middle of a very thorough massage as Nurse Ashley’s nimble fingers explored her delicate folds. It had been years since Jennifer had been on a date and months since she had even taken her vibrator out of the drawer. That is, until the last few nights of internet research for her upcoming story.

“Buh…buh…because I’m going to the nursery.”

Jennifer struggled to force the words out. She had never been with a woman. Never been touched by a woman. This wasn’t sexual, but it was sensual. It felt forbidden and wrong. But there was also nothing she could do about it. She pulled against her restraints and closed her thighs together as Ashley continued the rub.”

“And who stays in the nursery?”

“Mmm…buh…babies.”

“Good girl, Jennifer. Good girls get rubs.”

“Mmmmm…is this…mmmm”

“And what do babies wear, Jennifer? What is your cute little bottom going to be in by the end of the day?”

“Mmmmm….diapers…..mmmm.”

“That’s right, Jennifer. You’re going to meet a lot of big girls today that have been quite naughty, but every one of them is going to stay out of diapers, but not you, Jennifer. What are you going to wear?”

“Diapers…mmmmm.”

“Diapers for Jennifer. But not yet. First, I need you to be a big girl in The Classroom.”

Ashley pulled her hands away in a maddeningly slow retreat that left Jennifer moaning and thrusting obscenely into the air.

“Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

“Mmmmm….”

Jennifer gave herself permission to bask in the afterglow and took full advantage of a few moments of solitude. Her mind was only beginning to question what happened and how she had allowed herself to be sensually rubbed by a nurse she hardly knew while moaning about needing diapers when Nurse Ashley arrived with a smile, ready to continue the adventure.

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“So, is it hypnosis?

Ashley stopped at the wardrobe with the naked journalist in tow.

“What’s that now?”

“Hypnosis. You were rubbing me and must have implanted some thoughts or something. I mean, I was moaning about diapers!”

Jennifer leaned into a secretive whisper for the last few words, though she wasn’t sure who would overhear her in the otherwise empty room.

Ashley laughed. “No hypnosis, Jennifer. Let’s just say that all of our staff have been trained to use both positive and negative reinforcement as needed to achieve our goals. I just happen to be the best at it.”

Ashley winked and opened the wardrobe. Jennifer remembered this part from her tour and nodded and took a breath as she mentally prepared herself for her first new role, though she already felt like an entirely different person than she was an hour ago.

The white cotton panties slid up her legs and into place with no problem, though Jennifer winced as they were pulled over her sore bottom and would have preferred to dress herself.

“Is this really necessary?”

Jennifer was now wearing a matching bra as Nurse Ashley buttoned up her shirt.

“All that you need to do is exactly what you're told, Jennifer. You are going to see and experience things that don’t make sense to you. And you need to be okay with that. I’ll tell you what. Let’s do a debrief at the end. We’ll go grab a drink or something tonight and you can ask me any lingering questions. How’s that sound?”

Jennifer nodded as she stepped into the skirt and groaned as she realized how short it was. How was it possible that I felt better naked than being displayed in this fratboy dream version of a schoolgirl?

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Jennifer settled into the salon chair as Ashley studied her nails. The knee socks and black Mary Janes had gone on without fuss until Jennifer was fully dressed in a costume that she wouldn’t have dared to wear even in her college years. But this wasn’t a costume. This was her new uniform.

Ashley clicked her tongue and lay Jennifer’s hands back down on the chair.

“Sorry, it’s a nervous habit.”

“We’ll take care of that. This stuff is amazing; Mavala Stop. You won’t ever put your fingers in your mouth again after this.”

“Oh, ummm….thanks?”

“Ha, you’ll thank me later. But you’ll probably hate me a few times today.”

Jennifer sat still as her dark hair was parted and braided into two tight pigtails. Ashley stood back and studied her before applying more makeup than the timid journalist had probably worn in her entire life.

“Whoa. You’re fucking hot, Jen. This is going to be like that really old movie from the 1900s where the girl looks really dorky and then has a killer makeover and gets the guy.”

“Looks dor…wait…old movie…are you describing She’s All That? That was from, like, ‘99! How old are you?!”

Ashley winked and spun Jennifer around. The reporter tried to prepare herself for the transformation, but nothing could have prepared Jennifer for what she saw next.

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Chapter Nine

Ashley was right. Jennifer wasn’t cute. Or attractive. She was fucking hot.

Jennifer stood up and rushed to the mirror, not believing that it was really her.

Ashley laughed, grabbing the woman by the elbow as she pulled her away from the mirror.

“Told you. I think the blazer alone added like ten years. Come on, hot stuff, let’s get you to class.”
 

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Jennifer tried to get a grip as she walked to class. Everything felt different. Her hair normally sat in a professional ponytail, tightly pulled back and away from her face, or hung down flatly around her shoulders, but her braided pigtails bounced with each step…just like she did. She wasn’t sure if it was the black Mary Jane shoes or something else, but there was a pep in her step that felt very different from her normal stride.

As a journalist, her job was to stay in the background and observe, and that is what Jennifer set out to do as Nurse Ashley opened the door to the classroom. But Mrs. Stern had other plans. 

 

“Come up here so I can get a good look at you!”

Jennifer hated this already. It didn’t make sense to her, but she was embarrassed not by what she wore, but by how it looked on her. She had expected to feel silly and assumed there would be no difference between her wearing any of the uniforms here versus a giant inflatable dinosaur costume or something.

But this was different. Very different.

She walked slowly between the desks, feeling the silent stares of the women around her. She tried to will herself to go back into journalist mode and take in her feelings and the surroundings and the other people. But her vision narrowed to the pathway between her and the dreaded Mrs. Stern until she found herself beside the strict woman’s desk.

“I assume Nurse Ashley has gotten you properly dressed.”

Jennifer looked up, but Nurse Ashley was already gone. She had been abandoned and had never felt more alone in her life.

“Whoa, hey!”

Jennifer batted the older woman’s hand away as she felt the hem of her tiny skirt lifted. A quick glance away from Mrs. Stern and the women in the classroom confirmed that this was a bad idea and not how she wanted to start her morning.

Mrs. Stern glared at the trembling reporter, who felt her soul leaving her body, before turning to the class.

“Maria, join our newest student in the front of the class, please.”

“Yes, Mrs. Stern.”

Jennifer turned to see the young latina make her way to the front of the class. Even in the heels of her shiny black shoes, she looked small, and Jennifer guessed she was likely barely over five feet tall, easily a few inches shorter than herself. The dark-haired beauty passed in front of Jennifer with a look of disgust that instantly brought her back to her awkward highschool days.

“Maria, please hold up your skirt.”

“Yes, Mrs. Stern.”

There was no hesitation as Maria gripped the hem of her plaid skirt with each hand and lifted, resting her hands on her waist, to expose her white cotton panties. She stared directly forward, confident, and not needing to make eye contact with anyone.

“And what was your name, child?”

Child? I’m almost 40. 

“Umm, Jennifer, Ma’am.”

“Jennifer, raise your skirt.”

What the fuck is happening?

Jennifer had always been the good kid. The quiet kid. The Straight-A student. Her teachers either didn’t know who she was because she did her work and remained invisible or praised her as a paragon of what an excellent student should aspire to be. She hadn’t been in the classroom for five minutes and was already in trouble and being asked to perform truly bizarre behavior.

“Jennifer, unless you want to find yourself over my lap with a lot more than your panties on display, you would be wise to heed my words. Immediately.”

Jennifer’s fingers slowly worked to the edge of her skirt. She had just been threatened with a spanking. An honest-to-god spanking for not obeying the rules. Her other spankings had been thrust upon her as part of the experience, but this one would be earned because of her own insubordination and stubbornness. 

Jennifer had no doubt that Mrs. Stern was a woman of her word and took a deep breath as she closed her eyes and lifted her skirt, inch by inch, feeling her upper thighs exposed.

“Class, is Jennifer’s skirt as high as Maria’s?”

Jennifer trembled and pleaded silently to the snickering faces before her. This was a nightmare. She was living in a literal nightmare. There was no way that this could be reality.

“No, Mrs. Stern.”

The class responded in unison and Jennifer looked at the older woman, desperate not to humiliate herself any further. One raised eyebrow and Jennifer finished the job, quickly yanking her hands up to her stomach and exposing the white cotton panties beneath, while she closed her eyes and prayed for it to be over. 

“Class, it is important to follow instructions the first time. You may not understand or agree with our rules or commands here at The Academy. That does not matter. Your inability to follow basic instructions brought you to me in the first place. Whether you think our request is fair or unjust or silly is irrelevant. When a member of our staff requests something of you, by word or action, we expect your immediate compliance.”

“Yes, Mrs. Stern.”

Jennifer was taken aback by the well-rehearsed call and response and how obedient the women were. Most of them probably hadn’t been in the room much longer than her, but she could see how quickly things could change.

“Maria had an attitude when she walked into our room this morning too, but we were quick to remedy that problem and she has been very obedient since then. In fact, since you were the first one here, Maria, you didn’t get the chance to display yourself properly after your spanking. Why don’t we do that now, as a helpful reminder to the other girls here?”

The dark-haired woman swallowed hard and after a long blink she responded through gritted teeth.

“Yes, Mrs. Stern.”

“Good girl. Here, let me help you.”

While Mrs. Stern disappeared from their eye-line to lower Maria’s panties, the angry latina took the opportunity to make sure Jennifer was well aware of her displeasure with a glare that chilled the journalist to the bone. 

Jennifer tried to quickly whisper an apology but was cut off as Mrs. Stern moved back into frame.

Mrs. Stern looked harshly at Jennifer before turning her attention back to Maria. She spoke firmly and quietly to the girl, so that only the two of them could hear.

“Not so fiery any more are we, Miss Maria? Do you remember what you said when I told you I would make you my best student? That you would be a shining example of what obedience looked like? What was it that you said to me, Maria?”

Maria looked at the woman who had bested her, unsure of how to respond. Mrs. Stern nodded, prodding the young woman on. Maria sighed.

“I told you to go fuck yourself.”

“And?”

“...that you couldn’t break me.”

Mrs. Stern stepped back, no longer protecting the young woman from brazenly displaying her shame to the rest of the class. Jennifer couldn’t help but sneak a peek and quickly confirmed that Maria was just as smooth as she was. She made the mistake of glancing at Maria’s face on the way up and quickly regretted it.

“Class, Maria has graciously agreed to take Jennifer’s spot at the front of the class to showcase her well-spanked bottom. Let this be a reminder to you to pay attention and do what is required of you.”

“Yes, Mrs. Stern.”

Maria allowed herself to be taken to the corner with little more than a pout, where her hands were placed firmly on her head and her skirt was tucked in to properly display her rosy bottom, still marked from her previous spankings.

The fearful reporter was now alone in front of a classroom of women, standing with her skirt hiked to her waist and her white panties on full display. She wasn’t sure, but felt like Mrs. Stern could also see her bottom as she walked behind the reporter and sat at her desk. Jennifer remained still, desperate to move but too fearful to ask for a reprieve.

“Jennifer, you may take your seat. Write me a one-page essay introducing yourself, stating your crime, and how you intend to be better in the future.”

“Yes, Mrs. Stern.”

Jennifer dropped her skirt and quickly made her way to the back of the room. Opening the notebook at her desk, she immediately got to work. This felt comfortable and normal. Jennifer was great at writing papers and responding to clear instructions.

Within minutes, Jennifer had completed her work and did a quick edit and rewrite to be sure to put her best foot forward. Maybe she could earn her way back to Mrs. Stern’s good side before Ashley came to rescue her and bring her to the next class. They hadn’t really talked about an exit strategy, but she presumed Ashley was watching the clock and giving her a set amount of time in each room to really soak up the experience before moving to the next.

Glancing at Mrs. Stern, it seemed that the woman did not expect her to finish her work so quickly. Jennifer was used to being the first student to finish an assignment and knew how to keep herself busy. While she would have preferred to read, she settled for flipping the page to take notes on her experience so far. So much had happened so quickly that she was sure to forget something if she didn’t try to at least get something on paper. She would have to ask Ashley for a few moments between experiences next time to make sure she didn’t forget anything.

Jennifer thought of how strange her first hour or two had been. There didn’t seem to be a clock in the room, so she had no idea how long she had been there. To go from a respected and modest journalist to an exhibitionist schoolgirl in that span of time was almost inconceivable. She had been stripped of her clothes, shaved and lotioned, and spanked on the bare bottom, and Jennifer wondered if her story was already going to be too far-fetched for her editor to believe.

And those were just the physical changes. Her whole mentality and persona were definitely undergoing a major transformation. Jennifer hadn’t expected deep feelings from her childhood and teen years to emerge and was grateful for a moment to think through her thoughts and feel her feelings. Putting pen to paper always seemed to help, and Jennifer was so engulfed in her writing that she did not notice another presence until Mrs. Stern cast a dark shadow over her notebook.

“Let me see your work, Jennifer.”

“Oh, Mrs Stern! I…ummm, one sec…”

With the precision of someone well-practiced in getting a student’s attention, Mrs. Stern reached down and snatched the notebook from Jennifer’s weakened grasp.

“Umm, my essay is on the first…”

“Quiet. If I require you to speak, you will know it…what is this?”

Jennifer’s eyes darted back and forth. Those notes were not for anyone’s eyes but her own. But especially not Mrs. Stern.

“What is this, Jennifer? Stripped…..bare bottom….what kind of filth is this, young lady? I asked you to write an essay about your crime and behavior and instead you fill my pages with your pornographic erotica. Stand up, Jennifer. Stand up! Right now.”

Jennifer froze. This was so much worse than she expected. Just the threat of punishment and public humiliation earlier had been enough to scare Jennifer into complete compliance. 

She had completed the assignment! She had done as she was told. This was all just a big misunderstanding. 

Maybe I can just explain to Mrs. Stern…

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Chapter Ten

 

“Mrs. Stern, I think there’s been a misunderstandi…”

“You just earned five with the paddle. If you don’t want to make it ten, you will make sure that you are at my desk before I am.”

With that, Mrs. Stern turned around and began her walk back to her desk. Jennifer sat silently, shaking and unsure how she had fallen so far, so quickly. A woman around her age in blonde pigtails turned around and shook Jennifer by the arm, pulling the stupefied reporter from her trance.

“Hey! You’ve got to go. Fast. Hurry!”

The woman whispered her admonition before quickly resuming her own position looking to the front of the room. Jennifer stood up and rushed down the aisle, quickly overtaking Mrs. Stern on the way to face her judgment. She stopped at the woman’s desk and wasn’t sure what to do. She stood awkwardly to the side of her desk, completely unsure of herself and hoping she had not made the situation worse.

Jennifer awkwardly fidgeted with her hands, unsure if she should hold them in front of herself or put them on her head like Maria, who was still in the corner. Her hands moved up and down her body until she put the tip of a finger in her mouth, satisfying her anxiety with the familiar old habit.

“Blah!”

The bitterness of her fingertip caught Jennifer by complete surprise and she stuck her tongue out and shook her fingers, before remembering the bitter nail polish that Ashley put on her fingers. Ugh!

“Mrs. Jennifer, pull yourself together this instant. Hands on your head, since you can’t seem to figure out what to do with yourself.”

Jennifer’s hands shot to the top of her head, glad to have clear instruction again, even if it was to her detriment. Afraid of further incurring Mrs. Stern’s wrath, Jennifer stood obediently as the stern disciplinarian grabbed the waistband of her skirt. 

“Jennifer was given explicit instruction. But instead of writing her essay, it seems that our newest student would prefer to write crude stories instead.”

“No, Mrs. Stern I…”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

The spanking happened so quickly that Jennifer could not properly register what happened. One moment she was standing in front of a classroom with her knees knocking. The next she was bent at the waist and soundly spanked over her pantied bottom. A moment later, she was pulled back to her former position as if nothing ever happened, with nothing but her stinging bottom and the wide-eyes of the women in front of her as lingering reminders.

Jennifer’s eyes darted back and forth, trying to make sense of what was happening and, more importantly, what was happening inside of her. She made eye contact with some of the other women, their eyes a mixture of pity, amusement, and…schadenfreude: the pleasure one experiences while watching someone else suffer.

It was an interesting word that she had been trying to find a place for in a story. But with all the boring community write-ups, it never seemed to come up organically. But now, as these women watched her demotion and downfall, Jennifer finally understood. It was the feeling she had when she watched that maid getting spanked in the nursery. The exquisite feeling of seeing someone get what was coming to them. What they deserve.

Oh god…do they think I deserve this?

Jennifer’s mind raced as Mrs. Stern again reached for her skirt, slowly lowering the zipper.

“But this petulant brat didn’t want to write about the things she did wrong. She wanted to write about naughty words like…stripped…”

The reporter gasped as her skirt hit the floor, pooling around her shiny black shoes. She looked down with wide-eyes but had learned enough to not move her arms or reach down to preserve her dignity that was falling by the moment.

“...and bare bottom…”

There was no time to process that she was standing in front of strangers in her underwear before her white cotton panties were yanked off of her waist and pulled down her legs. The bottomless journalist quickly pushed her thighs together in a feeble attempt to hide herself and protect her modesty.

Jennifer Brooks was standing completely bare from the waist down in front of a group of strangers. She had never paid attention to how her downstairs hairs had given her some form of protection and coverage, but could now confirm that she indeed missed their presence. She somehow felt more naked than normal, like her nakedness kicked into an extra gear of vulnerability and exposure. And she hated it.

Mrs. Stern crossed in front of the petrified woman and returned with a chair. Jennifer stood motionless, unsure of whether she was more afraid of standing here on display or going over the woman’s lap. 

As she settled in over Mrs. Stern’s lap, Jennifer quickly realized that she preferred being on display. As humiliating as that had been, it was preferable to the utterly child-like way that it felt to be dangling over someone’s knee, with her bare bottom exposed.

SMACK!

This was worse than the courtroom.

SMACK!

At least there, Jennifer had still mostly felt like herself, even if she was getting her ass paddled in the middle of a courtroom of strangers.

SMACK!

This was worse than Nurse Ashley.

SMACK!

That had been utterly humiliating, but it had at least just been the two of them. And, while Ashley certainly enjoyed her job, she seemed to do it with compassion and concern, like a nurturing guide.

SMACK!

Mrs. Stern was not a nurturing guide. She seemed to be a disciplinarian of the strictest variety, the dictionary definition, and her surname perfectly suited her demeaner.

SMACK!

Her fingers felt firm and rigid, just like the woman they were attached to. Ashley was firm, but playful. Mrs. Stern was all business.

SMACK!

These didn’t hurt, at least not as much as she had expected. Perhaps the old woman was growing soft.

SMACK!
 

Mrs. Stern stopped as suddenly as she had begun, motioning Jennifer off of her lap and onto the ground. She did not experience the uncertainty from lack of clear direction this time as Mrs. Stern proceeded to grab her by the ear and lead her towards the desk.

“That was your warm-up. You owe me five with the paddle.”

Jennifer was pressed firmly against the desk by the unyielding woman, acutely aware that she was now being forced to display herself even more lewdly than before.

“Class, you will count each one aloud.”

What is it with this town and their incessant need for counti…

WHAP!

“MotherFu..”

WHAP!

“Two.”

WHAP!

“No, please….oh….please……”

WHAP!

“Four.”

WHAP!

“Oh…oh god….I’m sorry……I….”

Jennifer only realized they were done when the paddle was placed firmly on the desk near her head. She breathed deeply, feeling both the pain and shame of her recent experience. Mrs. Stern sat down at her desk, leaning in close to deliver the final blow.

“Now, you take that bare bottom of yours and go to the board behind me. Write ‘I will not write dirty stories in class’. You have until lunchtime to fill the board.”

Jennifer glanced over the shoulder of the most vile woman she had ever met and saw the double-panelled board that took up the entire wall. Even with larger handwriting, she would have to write the lines hundreds of times.

“Get to work.”

Jennifer stood up and rubbed her bottom before remembering that touching those parts was strictly off limits to her and shooting her hands in front of her body in hopes that Mrs. Stern hadn’t noticed. She fidgeted with her fingers on her way to the board, a trembling fingernail finding its way to her lips before she was reminded of the bitter polish and came to the board, contorting her face like a baby tasting lemons for the first time.

She grabbed a piece of chalk, thankful that she no longer had to face the group of women, and got to work. As she neared the end of her first line, Jennifer locked eyes with Maria like a lightning bolt piercing the air.

Shit.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Jennifer glanced back to Mrs. Stern, who had busied herself with something at her desk, completely oblivious to the threats to her newest student.

“Why you got to bring me trouble like that? I won’t forget this. You’ll get yours.”

“I already did. Did you not hear what just happened?”

“Miss Maria! Miss Jennifer! Front of the class. Now. Back to the position that both of you know so well.”

Jennifer’s eyes went wide and Maria’s continued to blaze with absolute fire as they turned towards each other and made their way toward their shared fate.

“I’m going to kill you.”

Jennifer couldn’t believe that she was being punished. Again. She had never gotten in trouble in school. Not once. And now she couldn’t seem to do anything right. And this crazy girl seemed to think that it was all her fault instead of realizing the violence inherent in the system. She saw no choice and followed the girl’s lead until they were both standing in identical positions as earlier.

Except now Jennifer wasn’t worried about everyone seeing her panties. 

She put her hands behind her head to match her partner in crime and stared out at the class, tears already welling in her eyes. With her freshly shaven parts fully exposed, Jennifer had never felt more vulnerable or humiliated in her entire life.

It wasn’t fair.

“Ladies, you seem set on pushing your luck today and disobeying me at every opportunity. Turn around.”

The women did as they were told and two pink bottoms were presented to the class of reforming women.

Maria scowled at the withering journalist again as they turned, mumbling something that Jennifer couldn’t decipher over her growing sniffles.

“At least your classmates have the opportunity to learn from your willful defiance to make better choices for themselves. Bend over and grab your ankles.”

Jennifer moved in slow motion as a mirror image of her smaller accomplice. Her open palms slid slowly down her legs, crossing the barrier to her knee-socks, and coming to a stop at the top of her buckled shoes. She felt the strain in her leg muscles and saw the first tear fall as Mrs. Stern positioned herself behind the journalist to begin her attack.

WHAP!

“Please…it’s not fair…puh…please!”

Jennifer cried softly as the situation repeated itself a few feet to her right and heard Maria grunt as the first blow landed.

“No…please…Mrs. Stern…please…PLEASE!”

WHAP!

Jennifer couldn’t hold back the tears and cried openly as she fought to maintain her position as the humiliating and painful paddling continued.

This wasn’t fair. None of it was fair. I’m a good person and do the right things. Why was this happening to me? Why do I have to put myself through something like this for a job that I’m overqualified for anyway? Why did everything have to be so hard? Why? Why??

Her thoughts didn’t get much time to shine as the powerful emotions completely overwhelmed her. She barely registered Maria grunting through another paddling before she felt the cold wood of the paddle against her bare ass again. There was no pleading or begging this time. She was broken and didn’t care anymore.

Jennifer just cried. Openly and without regard for how she looked or what others thought.

She felt the paddle leave her butt and tried to compose herself long enough that she could brace for impact. But it never came.

Looking to her left, she saw Mrs. Stern sit at her desk and reach for her phone with a sigh.
“Yes, Nurse Ashley? I have one for you. I’m afraid that The Classroom was too much for her and she will need to join the Preschool Class instead. Yes…thank you.”

“Maria, you may pull up your panties and rejoin the class.”

Jennifer was still sniffling as she caught the beautiful dark-haired girl’s eyes one final time. She had hoped to see compassion or sympathy, but only the deep-seated fire of a woman scorned endured.

“Jennifer, remain where you are. Nurse Ashley will be here to fetch you in a moment.”

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Chapter Eleven

“I could have sworn I put you into an entire uniform this morning.”

Jennifer wiped her nose, not yet ready for jokes, but thankful to be back with Nurse Ashley in an empty room where she felt at least somewhat comfortable.

“Okay, looks like you’ve had a rough morning. I told you, Mrs. Stern is no joke. Let’s get you out of these clothes and ready for your next assignment.”

Jennifer continued to sniffle lightly, having mostly come down from her emotional overwhelm.

“I…I thought that you would just come and get me after a few hours and move me to the next room and that I would just observe everyone from the back. I didn’t expect…I didn’t…”

Jennifer collapsed into tears again as Ashley removed the white button shirt. What began as Ashley reaching behind the woman to unhook her bra, turned into a deep hug, several minutes long, as the older woman continued to cry onto the young blonde’s shoulder and process her traumatic morning.

“Why was Mrs. Stern so mean to me? Was that just her way of making sure that I experienced everything for my article?”

Ashley helped Jennifer onto the exam table and sighed behind a kind smile as she attached the cuffs over the journalist’s head again.

“No one knows who you are, Jennifer. Not even Mrs. Stern. She wasn’t under orders to ‘give you the full experience’ or anything like that. She saw a naughty girl disobeying her rules and made sure she was properly punished. It’s as simple as that.”

“So…that was…real?”

“Yep. The only people that know you are undercover are me and Judge Stern. Even if someone saw you last week during your tour, you are going to look pretty different by the end of the day. You barely recognized yourself earlier, and that was just a little makeup and pigtails. Wait till you see yourself when I’m done with you this time.”

Jennifer closed her eyes again, thankful for the lotion across her sore bottom. She closed her eyes and found herself opening up to her nurse-turned-masseuse-turned-therapist. 

“I’ve never been punished before. I’ve always done what I was told. I was a good kid. I keep my head down and stay out of the way. I’ve never experienced that before.”

Ashley popped her gloves off and Jennifer caught herself in the beginnings of a pitiful whine before it escaped her lips, apparently saddened that her lotioning experience was short and business-like this time. Nurse Ashley leaned in conspiratorially.

“Can I tell you a secret? Life is meant to be lived, Jennifer. It’s meant to be experienced. Imagine if you actually lived and experienced the things that you wrote about instead of just observing them. You need to let go and take in the full experience here. The Academy has something to teach everybody. Even you. No one walks out of this place the same as when they walked in.”

Jennifer nodded, taking in the wise words of her young nurse.

“I wasn’t that different from you not too long ago. This place helped me. It can help you too if you let it.”

Ashley helped Jennifer off the table and they made their way to the wardrobe for the second time in as many hours.

“But..I’m not here for me. I’m here to write an article.”

“Oh, really? Is that what you think?”

Ashley stopped and put her hand on the nude journalist’s shoulder.

“People come to this place for a reason, Jennifer. I can’t explain it, but it’s almost like people are drawn here when they need it most. When they’re at a crossroads in their life and need a new path forward.”

Jennifer swallowed hard, feeling like she needed to add fortune-teller to Ashley’s growing list of job titles.

“Do me a favor. Write your article. But experience this place, too. See what it has to offer and what you need to learn. It’s time to step out from the sidelines and live a little, Jen.”

The journalist managed a small smile and Ashley recalled her own initial encounter with the Judge that led her here. She recognized that agreeable smile and nod and knew that Jennifer was well on her way to being a changed woman.

“Come on. Let’s get you ready for the Preschool Room. It’s time to meet Miss Rachel.”

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Jennifer stood outside of the Preschool room, looking at the colorful door and holding Nurse Ashley’s hand. She assumed that it was all part of the preschooler experience, but couldn’t completely rule out that it was just something that the nurse was doing to help calm her down. Either way, Jennifer didn’t mind.

She was nervous in a way that mirrored her childhood experiences on the first day of school, especially after her disastrous first classroom experience only moments earlier. Holding her breath, she squeezed Nurse Ashley’s hand as the door slowly opened.

The room was different with people inside. That was instantly clear. It had been decades since Jennifer had been in a preschool room, but somehow it was exactly what she imagined. The room wasn’t too busy, and Jennifer was thankful for that, but it was also clear that there would be no place to sit back and observe in this room. For better or worse, she was going to have to take Nurse Ashley’s advice and experience this room.

They managed to sneak in undetected, so Jennifer took advantage of her small window of time to study the occupants. There were three women sprawled out on the floor, dressed identically to her, in pinafore overall dresses. Each wore a different pastel shade, and Jennifer noted that she could easily see the women’s underpants, at least for some of them. A sassy blonde was bossing two other girls around and her bright yellow panties were on full display.

The other women looked bored and annoyed, a redhead around her age and an older woman with dark hair. All wore some version of pigtails or ponytails with ribbons to complement the color of their dresses. But it was what was under the annoyed women’s dresses that intrigued her the most. They weren’t panties, but didn’t seem large enough to be diapers.

Pull-ups.

Her mind subconsciously filled in the word while she was still trying to figure it out.

“Those are training pants? Pull-ups?”

She whispered to Ashley, hoping to fly under the radar as long as possible.

Ashley nodded with a sly smile. Jennifer sighed and returned the nod.

“Thanks for the panties.”

Ashley winked, and the pair made their way into the room, alerting a bright-eyed brunette with a big smile to their presence.

“Good morning, Nurse Ashley! And who is this little cutie?”

Jennifer blushed. She would normally extend a professional handshake and introduce herself, but felt like a wave or curtsy might be more in order in this strange new world. She settled for a bashful smile and hoped that Ashley would take over.

“Hey, Rachel. This is Jennifer. She had a short stint with Mrs. Stern next door, but we thought this might be a better fit for her.”

The two women looked at each other for a moment. Jennifer felt awkward as she was assessed by the overly perky woman before she realized this was Miss Rachel! The same Miss Rachel that she had seen diapered and covered in messy baby food only a few days before. This look suited her better, and Jennifer was having a hard time connecting the two competing images of the woman in front of her.

Realizing the woman was probably too caught up in her own ordeal during her feeding to have ever noticed her presence, Jennifer kept that tidbit of information filed away for later. It would make an interesting anecdote for her article for sure.

“Jennifer, it is great to meet you. My name is Miss Rachel. Welcome to my classroom!”

The reporter continued to play it cool, smiling shyly and making eye contact with her new teacher and wondering what would befall her in this room.

“We were just about to have snacks. Would you like to join us, Jennifer?”

The woman was so warm and kind. The complete ying to Mrs. Stern’s yang. It was refreshing.

Jennifer nodded and turned to Nurse Ashley, who had disappeared again when she was preoccupied with her new surroundings. Turning back to her new teacher with confusion, Miss Rachel confirmed what she was thinking.

“Yep. She does that.” The bright-eyed woman leaned in conspiratorially for a whisper. “She’s like a nurse ninja.”

Jennifer chuckled and smiled. They were right. This seemed like a much better fit. 

 

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“So, what are you in for?”

Jennifer put down her sippy cup and looked at the blonde. She looked barely out of college, maybe Ashley’s age.

“Umm, speeding?”

“Yeah, that’s how they get most of us. What about you, Red?”

The redhead huffed and puffed, already getting flustered with the younger girl.

“I already told you, my name is Jodi. And I’m here for the same. Plus, they added a bunch of charges for resisting arrest, assaulting a police officer, even possession.”

She sighed and nibbled on a cracker, suddenly looking sad.

“I just pushed his hand away. And then they found some edibles in my purse.”

“Oh, they got you good. I’ll bet your butt is as red as your hair under those little pull-ups there, isn’t it, cutie?”

“I…how could…you….hmmmph!”

The blonde giggled to herself before tossing a grape into the air and catching it in her mouth.

“What about you? God, you're like my nana’s age.”

Jennifer looked at the other woman, who had not touched her snack and was doing her best to disengage with the group, obviously just trying to do her time and get out. Dark, choppy pigtails jutted out from the sides of her head with bright blue eyes in between. Half a century earlier, she would have looked absolutely adorable. Now, she looked as ridiculous as she surely felt.

“Oh, come on grammy…you’re in here just like the rest of us. Doesn’t matter who you were out there, trust me. In this place, we’re all the same. Well, except for me. I get to wear big girl panties instead of sitting on padded bottoms like you losers that can’t keep your pants dry.”

The older woman knocked her snacks and sippy cup towards the smirking blonde and stood up from the table, clearly not one to be provoked. Jennifer wasn’t sure what her plan was, but was taken aback by both the childish outburst and the infantile provocation that started it. She didn’t have a chance to see the altercation ignite before Miss Rachel was on the scene, dragging both women off by the hand towards a chair in the center of the room.

The blonde was the first over Miss Rachel’s lap, clearly already used to being disciplined as she stood obediently with her hands on her head as her yellow panties were pulled down her long legs and tossed to the side.

SMACK!

Miss Rachel wasted no time and Jennifer wasn’t sure if she was just as skilled as Mrs. Stern or if she had already reached her limit with the smirking blonde.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Jennifer watched as the girl gripped the underside of the chair and wiggled her legs, but mostly remained quiet throughout her spanking.

She was released and stood next to Miss Rachel, placing her hands on her head without even being asked. Spinning around obediently, Jennifer watched as the dress was pulled up towards her shoulders and fastened with a button near her mid-back. As she faced them again, the procedure was repeated in the front until the blonde’s shame was on display.

Except she didn’t look ashamed. Not even a little. The cute blonde stayed quiet and motionless with a knowing smirk as she moved her eyes to watch the show.

“Brenda, I do not know what has gotten into you this morning, but it ends here. You two will learn to get along.”

“Heh…Brenda…what a name…”

Miss Rachel paused her scolding of a woman easily the age of her mother to turn around and pop a yellow pacifier into the now pouting blonde’s mouth.

“I’m not done with you. And I think we could all use a little rest from hearing your voice for a moment.”

Brenda smiled, making sure to catch the pacified girl’s eye before her attention was brought back to the woman in charge of her fate.

“Hands on your head, Brenda. I need you to be a good girl for me, okay?”

The woman sighed and nodded, following orders and looking forward while she resigned herself to her fate.

Miss Rachel pinned her pink dress up in the front and the back before further humiliating the woman by pushing her pull-up into her crotch and pulling back the waistband to check the woman’s bottom. Brenda scrunched her face and tightened her fists above her pigtails, but knew better than to make her situation any worse before she was pulled over Miss Rachel’s lap.

SMACK!

Jennifer decided that the mouthy blonde was right. This place was the great equalizer. The women ranged from their twenties to at least their fifties and, while she had no idea who any of them were outside of this place, it was fair to assume that their paths likely would not have crossed. Yet, here Brenda was, bare from the waist down and pulled over her strict teacher’s lap. Just like the rebellious younger girl before her.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Spankings seemed to have the same effect on all of them. Some took it better than others, but the physical pain was only part of it. The blonde was a lot more subdued now that her powers of speech were taken away, and it didn’t matter how comfortable you were with your body when you were in a humiliating situation like this.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“....oh….please…..please!!....”

Jennifer was sure that Brenda didn’t even know what she was begging for, but it didn’t matter. She knew now from experience that sometimes during a spanking, a person’s brain just seemed to short wire and malfunction and say all sorts of things that they would never normally say.

SMACK!

Brenda stood to her feet and the bottomless twins stood on either side of Miss Rachel, glaring at each other. It didn’t matter that more than three decades and a lot of life experience separated the two of them. They were just two well-spanked girls intent on making sure the other knew that they weren’t backing down.

Unfortunately for them, Miss Rachel also realized this.

“Okay girls, arms up! I guess we’re not done here.”

Both women complied. Not because they wanted to. But because they didn’t want to give the other the benefit of seeing them struggle under the pressure.

Once Brenda was also properly pacified and both girls had their dresses removed, they stood toe to toe in nothing but their tiny white crop tops, lacy socks, and shiny buckle shoes that matched their pacifiers and hair ribbons.

“Now, girls, it is important that we learn how to get along and play nice. Out there, you thought of only yourselves and that brought you here today getting your bottoms spanked. So, we are going to be kind to each other. Tell each other that you’re sorry.”

Brenda stared at the blonde, quietly sucking on her pacifier, and waited for the younger woman to go first. She watched as the edges of her lips curled upward, but both women remained in a silent staring contest.

“Okay, then. You had your chance. We’ll do it the hard way. Jodi, please bring me each of the girl’s cuffs from the hook by the door.”

“Yes, Miss Rachel.”

Jennifer watched as the redheaded woman walked towards the door where sets of cuffs that corresponded with each of their colors were hanging, waiting to be called into service. Jodi hesitated, looking at the green cuffs that matched her outfit, before grabbing the pink and yellow cuffs and returning to her pouting companions.

“Thank you, Jodi. You and Jennifer may finish your snacks while I get these two situated.”

The redhead sat down and smiled, reaching for a grape.

“This place is nuts, huh?”

“Yeah. It would be easier if D…”

The two snacking women turned to see what all the commotion was about.

“Mmmph? Mmmph!”

“Ugh….Mmmmmph!”

The two pacified women were now wrapped in a tight embrace, with their cuffs wrapped behind each other’s backs in a forced hug that neither woman seemed too happy about. They struggled and squirmed, unsure of whether it was better to match their faces together, smash their breasts into each other, or feel their smooth pussies pushed against each other.

SMACK! SMACK!

“Stay still this instant or I will get the thigh cuffs as well.”

Both women stared into each other’s wide eyes, suddenly more eager to cooperate and move past their shared burden.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

The blonde whined and thrust herself into the older woman as she tried to get away from the barrage of beatings as Miss Rachel doled out the rest of her punishment.

“Mmmmph!”
“Mmmph! Mmmmph!”

Jenifer took Jodi’s cue and finished her snack, not wanting to incur any of the preschool teacher’s dark side.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“You two will stay like this until I release you. When I do, I hope that you are ready to apologize.”

Both women nodded, the handles of their pacifiers clicking together, as they held each other tightly in a forced hug.

“Jodi and Jennifer, thank you for being so obedient and kind. Would you be my helpers and clear the table for me?”

The women did as they were told, whispering quietly to each other as they got rid of any evidence of snack time and presented themselves back to Miss Rachel to await their next instruction.

“Thank you, girls. Hmmmm, I think it’s time for a potty break. Lift your dresses for panty inspections!”

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Chapter Twelve: The return of an Academy favorite

“Ugh, this is the third time already this morning. It’s like her favorite thing.”

Jennifer continued her whispered conversation with Jodi as they made their way to the training potties. It felt strange to be making friends in a place like this, dressed like a four-year-old, but it was nice to have someone to commiserate with.

“Okay girls, hold up your dresses. Let’s make sure we’re staying clean!”

Having her underpants checked by another grown woman was starting to feel less weird and Jennifer didn’t know what that said about her. Glancing to her left, she was able to get a better view of her new friend’s padded panties. They looked like real pull-ups. The type she had worn decades ago and saw on commercials.

She looked up and caught Jodi’s eye, and the redhead blushed.

“Sorry.”

“No, it’s fine. I mean, how do you not stare at a thirty-seven-year-old in pull-ups?”

Jennifer laughed and was surprised at how normal she felt in this room. Her normal anxieties seemed to fade away as she just focused on doing what she was told.

The reporter blushed as her panties were pulled down to her ankles and inspected, but smiled ‌when she was praised for keeping her panties clean. Jennifer always had done well on tests.

Jodi winced as her padded crotch was poked and prodded before being spun around for her bottom was patted and cupped. Jennifer heard deep breaths as Jodi had the waistband of her pull-ups pulled back and her powdered bottom checked before her training pants were also dropped to her knees.

“Okay, girls. Potty time. I need to hear some tinkles and I’ll be back in a few minutes to check. Let’s see how your friends are doing.”

Jennifer tried to find a dignified way to position herself on the small plastic potty with her knees up to her chest. Jodi plopped down and spread her legs, waiting only seconds before the telltale hissing sound filled the air.

“No point waiting. You don’t have to fill it or anything, but she does come to check. Brenda refused to go the first time and was put into pull-ups first so that she didn’t ‘have an accident’. You should have seen the spanking and fight that went into that wardrobe change. But they always win. Might as well just play along.”

Jennifer tried to will herself to let go while she was chatting with a friend on matching training potties like it was the most normal thing in the world, but her body was having a hard time with the experience. Finally, she let go with a grateful sigh just as Jodi was finishing up.

“Make sure you save a little because you’ll probably be sitting there again in an hour or so, though hopefully you get to keep your panties. They’re cute.”

“What, ummm, happened to yours?”

Jennifer was strangely proud of herself for being able to interview someone while peeing.

“Panty check. Miss Rachel found, like, the tiniest drop during my last check and demoted me to these silly things.”

Jodi rocked back and kicked up her feet.

“They aren’t so bad, I guess. They’re soft and the padding helps a bit after a spanking.”

They watched as the other two women were untangled and their pacifiers were removed for the inevitable apology.

“So, what do you do? You know, when you’re not hanging out in preschool?”

Jodi laughed and laid her arms against her knees that were practically touching her chest.

“I’m a yoga instructor. So, I guess it helps with weird positions like this. And being able to breathe and relax through the spankings and other weird stuff. What about you?”

“Oh, umm…”

Jennifer hadn’t thought that one through and wasn’t sure that she should reveal that she was here by choice and would probably use all of this for her article. The last thing she needed was for the closest thing she had to a friend in this place to go cold on her.

“Okay girls, I want to hear tinkles!”

Jennifer sighed, relieved to not have to blow her cover, as the other two women gently eased their sore bottoms down on either side of them and a quiet hissing sound filled the air.

A few minutes later, all the women were wiped and ready to begin their next activity. Jennifer hadn’t been particularly fond of the woman rubbing cold wipes across her nether regions or the praise she received for ‘going pee-pee in the potty like a big girl’, but decided to take a win where she could get it.

The blonde needed to be spanked again once she found out she was going into a pull-up for teasing Brenda, but the house always wins. Jennifer felt strangely proud knowing that she was the only woman of the four trusted to be in ‘big girl panties’ and decided to do whatever it took to keep it that way. She even held back a little in her bladder to be sure that she was ready for their next potty break. 

Brenda held hands with her current least favorite person, the unlikely duo matching in white crop tops and pull-ups. For their earlier outburst, each had lost the privilege of wearing a big girl dress and given a stark, visual reminder of how close they were to spending the rest of the day in the nursery.

“Why don’t we give you girls some time to work on your books?”

The quartet of adult women dressed as preschoolers crossed the room and sat at the small table, opening the juvenile coloring books and reaching for crayons.

Coloring Book for Good Girls.

Jennifer flipped through her book, looking at the strange mixture of infantile and adult. She looked at the other women who were already busy at work scribbling on their pictures and made eye contact with Jodi.

“Just color the pictures and write your lines. We have to finish it before we go to PPR this afternoon.”

Jennifer nodded and reached for a purple crayon.

“Wait. What’s PPR…”

The women paused and looked to the door as they heard Miss Rachel shout her greeting and watched as the middle-aged woman dressed in frills entered the room, pushing a small cart.

“Chelsea, right on time. We have four good girls that made tinkles in their potties that could use your attention.”

Jennifer’s eyes opened wide as she made eye contact with the maid.

Chelsea. Shit. shit.shit.shit. 

The last time she had seen the woman, Chelsea had been pacified and cuffed to a changing table only moments away from her first diaper. Jennifer hadn’t seen what happened next or come across the woman again but, from the way the maid was acting it was clear whatever happened had the desired effect.

Chelsea’s eyes turned from her and glanced at each of the other women before she made her way to the plastic potties, carefully lifting the bowl from each and placing it on her tray to be emptied and sanitized.

Does she not even recognize me? 

Jennifer looked at her companions and realized that she probably wouldn’t recognize any of them if she passed them on the street or ended up in their yoga class. In a strange way, the outfits, while utterly humiliating and demeaning, served as the perfect disguise. Though she felt like she was fully on display and everyone knew of her downfall from reporter to preschooler, all they really saw was the uniform and the adorable little girl wearing it.

She found some relief in that as she absentmindedly colored while watching Chelsea do her job, noting the red bottom peeking out around the demoted CEO’s ruffled black panties. 

“Thank you, Chelsea. Are you being a good girl today?”

Chelsea glanced towards the oversized preschoolers and still somehow managed to blush at the infantilizing words. But that was the point. 

“Yes, Miss Rachel.”

“That’s good to hear. Let’s keep it that way today, okay?”

“Yes, Miss Rachel.”

The door closed and the women resumed their work, Miss Rachel filling out some sort of paperwork at her desk while the more adorably dressed women worked on their coloring and writing lines. Jennifer found a strange peace in the mindless work, finding fulfillment in doing what she was told and receiving praise for it. She glanced at the blonde, who glared back at her over the yellow pacifier.

Geez, what’s her deal?

“Oh, that is a very pretty picture, Brenda. Hold it up so the rest of the class can see!”

The eldest of them sighed and held up her almost completed picture, next to a fully colored drawing. One, a strange assortment of yummy snacks and vibrators with the words ‘Good girls get treats’ below and the other a series of cartoonish bottoms, all appropriately covered in pinks and reds with the amount of punishment that seemed fitting given the words about each picture.

“Well, I see four good girls that deserve treats. How about some playtime before lunch, girls?”

Jennifer and Jodi looked at the colorful drawing filled with vibrators and looked at each other with alarm before looking back to Miss Rachel for clarification.

“Let’s split you up into pairs. We’ve got blocks and dolls. Let’s see…”

Jennifer looked at Jodi and then Miss Rachel, hoping she would get the hint. Surely, the other two needed a little more quality time together to resolve their differences.

“Jodi and…Brenda. Why don’t you see what you can build with the blocks over there?”

The redhead shrugged and walked off towards her preschool-level entertainment with the older brunette still clad in only a small shirt and pull-ups.

“So, that leaves you two to play with our pretty dolls.”

The two women looked at each other, the blonde still glaring at Jennifer when Miss Rachel wasn’t looking.

“Daisy, can you show her the way?”

 

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Jennifer sat awkwardly on the floor, holding the doll in her lap. It had been decades since she had even held a babydoll in her arms. To be fair, she also couldn’t remember the last time she sat on the floor. She had trouble finding a comfortable position and was having a hard time not flashing her panties to the rest of the room.

Jodi didn’t seem to have the same problem, having no problem contorting her body into whatever pretzel shape was necessary to continue building her shared structure with Brenda. They didn’t look especially friendly together, but seemed to be chatting and playing well, given the circumstances. Jennifer decided to take a chance.

“So, umm…Daisy…that’s a nice name.”

The blonde continued to pout behind her pacifier, finally spitting it out and letting it dangle from the clip attached to her top.

“That’s not my name…and you have my doll.”

Jennifer reached out, swapping dolls and forcing a perplexed smile.

“Sorry, I didn’t know…why did she call you Daisy?”

“I don’t know. They just gave me that name in the Nursery when I got here and that’s what everyone calls me. You ask too many questions.”

That was…odd.

Jennifer brushed her doll’s hair, wishing she could play with blocks instead. Daisy continued giving her the side-eye, and Jennifer tried her best to ignore it until she could take no more.

“I’m sorry…did I do something to you? Offend you in some way?”

“You think you’re special?

Jennifer wasn’t sure how to answer that.

“Most days I wear big girl panties. Sometimes they find a reason to make me wear these.”

Oh. Wait…

“Most days? Have you been here before? I thought this was a one and done thing. Are you a local?”

Daisy looked down at her doll, blushing and brushing the yellow strands of hair until it was as straight as it could be.

“I’m, umm…here a lot. Take those panties off.”

“What?”

“Take them off. If I don’t get to wear panties, you don’t either. Take. Them. Off.”

Jennifer blinked and looked over for Miss Rachel, who seemed absolutely buried in paperwork and wasn’t paying attention.

“I…don’t think I’m allowed to do that. And, that’s weird. You can’t just ask people to take off their underpants.”

“What is it with you new girls? There’s an order here. I’m on top. Your other little friends get it. Red hasn’t given me any trouble and that old bitch found out what happens when people mess with me.”

“Look, maybe we just play with our dolls.”

“Hey, new girl…you aren’t going to be wearing panties for much longer. Easy way or the hard way?”

Jennifer hated bullies. Why couldn’t people just be nice and mind their own business? She spent most of her school years being picked on by popular kids, just like Daisy…or whatever her real name was. While she may have had the power to stand up to such petty tactics as a professional adult reporter, her morning of regression was already affecting her in ways she never imagined. Jennifer looked at Daisy, unsure of what to do next.

“Okay, bitch…hard way it is. Nice knowing ya.”

Jennifer watched as Daisy scooted closer with her doll until they were right next to each other before laughing loudly as though she had just told the funniest joke she had ever heard. Jennifer was startled by the sudden outburst and fell backwards onto her bottom.

“Oh, you are SO funny! My dolly wants to play too!”

Daisy leapt forward with her doll, laughing sweetly on the outside, but with fiery maniacal eyes looking down at the now frightened journalist. As Daisy’s doll made its way up Jennifer’s legs, Daisy continued her ruse.

“What? Oh, okay…if you want!”

Reaching the top of Jennifer’s legs, Daisy paused and smiled, sending a surge of fear through the reporter’s body. They both took a breath and then Daisy widened her grin and made her move.

“Ahhhh! No…hahahaha….stahp!....please…hahaha…”

Jennifer laughed loudly, rocking back and forth on her legs, looking every bit like a preschooler playing with dolls and having the time of her life as she continued to thrust her arms forward in an attempt to stop the tickling assault. Daisy laughed as well, covering up the pleading and consent violations, until all that could be heard were two silly girls playing with their dolls.

“Hahahaha, you are SO silly!”

“Noo…hahahahaha…..please….I’m going to….hahahahaha…..pleeeeeease!!!”

“Hahahah! Your dolly is so funny! Oh, that tickles!”

Daisy leaned forward and Jennifer felt a genuine sense of fear at what the crazed young woman might do next. Giving up all semblance of the dolls playing, Daisy launched her fingers into the laughing brunette’s mid-section, working her way up to Jennifer’s ribs and underarms.

Jennifer squealed in laughter, making eye-contact with Jodi, who matched her look of alarm, but wasn’t in a place to offer assistance. Brenda glanced over, but couldn’t be bothered with anyone but herself. She looked at her teacher for help and Miss Rachel caught her eye and offered a kind smile to match the tear-filled laughter erupting from her face.

“Hahahaha…pleeeeeease….hahaha….nooooooooooooo!”

Daisy froze and scooted back to protect herself as Jennifer’s laughter died down and her tears shifted from forced tears of joy to something else entirely as she watched the puddle grow on the tile floor with wide, fearful eyes.

Jennifer tried to stop, but her body was operating on its own as her bladder released the juice boxes and the reserve she was holding for her next trip to the potties. She felt the warmth as she soaked through her panties, onto her dress, until she was sitting in a puddle of her own making.

“Oh…oh god….I….”

Daisy smiled as she watched Jennifer sniffle and come to grips with what she had just done. Jennifer watched in abject fear as Daisy’s smile grew wider and wider as she rose to her knees and called out.

“Oh, no! Miss Rachel, I think Jennifer had an accident!”

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Chapter Thirteen

Jennifer sucked on her pacifier, trying to get used to the strange rubbery bulb in her mouth. She stared up at the ceiling and kept her arms still, on either side of her head, not daring to move even as she suffered the ultimate humiliation.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. She was just going to go from room to room in whatever silly costume they had for her so that she could blend in. Maybe ask a few questions along the way. Jennifer wanted to feel like she was really under cover. Deep undercover. But this wasn’t what she had in mind.

She looked at her pretty blue dress, casually tossed onto the ground and stained with the evidence of what she had done. Her socks and shoes had also needed to be removed as they too were caught up in the flood.

Nurse Ashley now reached for her soaked panties, carefully sliding the soaked baby blue cloth down Jennifer’s bare legs and tossing them onto the growing pile.

“You’re moving down the ranks pretty quickly. This may be a new record.”

Jennifer couldn’t even look at the nurse. Not with what she was about to do to her.

The wipes were cold, but Jennifer allowed the younger nurse to spread her legs, eager to be cleaned and free of her shame. Nurse Ashley was thorough, using multiple wipes and covering everything from Jennifer’s belly button to her hips and thighs, even passing individual wipes up and down the entirety of each leg before turning her attention to what used to be Jennifer’s private parts.

She closed her eyes as the wipes first touched her sensitive folds, wanting no part in her continued demotion and regression. The wipes felt cold and clinical as they wiped away her shame. It didn’t matter that it wasn’t her fault, or that she was tickled. She was a grown woman, almost forty years old, and had wet her childish panties like a little baby.

Her legs were lifted high into the air and Jennifer made her first plea for leniency; a low, pitiful groan that sounded far more whiny than she intended. As Nurse Ashley gently hugged the curves of her bottom with the chilly wipes, Jennifer was absolutely positive that she had never been so humiliated in her entire life.

“Daisy, would you be my special helper and hand me the powder?”

The bright-eyed blonde nodded behind her pacifier and reached into the emergency diaper bag to pull out the next torture device, her eyes never leaving Jennifer’s for a moment, wanting to savor every delicious instant of the older brunette’s well-deserved demotion.

Jennifer shook her head back and forth, trying to force the situation away through sheer will. She tensed and opened her eyes to see Jodi lightly stroking her forearm with a sympathetic smile. Despite her impossible situation, Jodi’s touch was calming, and Jennifer took a breath and tried to relax.

“Thank you, Daisy. Could you hand me a diaper, too?”

The demoted journalist hesitated, unsure whether it was better to pop her eyes open to take in her deepest humiliation or squeeze them tightly shut to pretend that none of this was happening. As she heard the ruffles and crinkles of the diaper being unfolded, Jennifer couldn’t help herself, as her inquisitive nature overpowered her self-preservation once again. 

 

The diaper was plain white, and she was thankful for that after seeing the dizzying assortment of infantile options that were available. It looked huge, so much bigger than she could have imagined. She tried to take it in, while Nurse Ashley expertly fluffed it longways, like a hot dog bun, somehow making it even thicker.

There was a bright blue area in the center and Jennifer blushed as she realized that the more absorbent core was meant for catching accidents exactly like what she had just done. She looked at the puddle next to her clothes, wondering if the fluffy diaper would have been able to hold the flowing stream that seemed to never end.

She looked past the absorbent mid-section to where it rounded out near the top, realizing that it was built for a wider bottom like her own. Jennifer tried to imagine her butt touching the soft padding. She noticed the woven pattern in the cloth and her mind was suddenly engulfed in trying to decide what geometric shapes were repeated across the padding. Was it a hexagon? Octagon?

Her mathematical daydream came to a halt as her legs were lifted high and her butt came into contact with the padding for the first time. It was softer than she could have ever imagined and a welcomed change to the thin, changing mat that caressed the rest of her body. Her hips were raised from the ground, even when she allowed herself to relax, as though she were lying on a pillow. She bent her legs at the knees and held them up to her chest, feeling exposed but not wanting any more of her body to come in contact with the infantile garment than it had to.

A soft whine passed through her pacified lips as Jennifer’s legs were unfurled and her ankles were held in one-hand while Nurse Ashley shook the powder with the other. From her vantage point, Jennifer could see the white canister shaking and saw the soft powder falling in slow motion towards her bottom. How could something so innocent and pure look so treacherous and diabolical?

The powder was cool and tickled in a way that felt wholly alien yet somehow familiar. The baby-fresh scent was strong and immediately relaxed her while also causing her entire body to tense up. She felt Nurse Ashley’s gloved hands rubbing the powder into her skin, gently caressing each lifted cheek.

Her legs were lowered and forced open until the soles of her feet touched in a butterfly pattern. As she felt herself spread wide, Jennifer fell to a new level of vulnerability and exposure as she was obscenely put on display in front of the other women who had gathered around her to see her ultimate disgrace.

Able to see the fine powder more clearly this time, Jennifer watched as the white snow gently covered her skin entirely. Nurse Ashley gently patted the powder into her skin, around her most sensitive areas and up and around each hip until every inch of her skin that would be touched by the padding was sufficiently covered.

Jennifer savored her last moments of freedom before the bulky padding was pulled up to her waist and winced as she heard the four-tapes ripping through the air, forever sealing her fate. There was no coming back from this. There was no way to put it back into the bottle and undo what was done.

Jennifer Brooks, the thirty-eight-old-professional journalist, was wearing a diaper.

Hours ago, she was a well-respected journalist and looked the part. Moments ago, she was an adult playing dress-up in a silly game that felt surreal. But now…now Jennifer was a baby. She had wet herself like a child and been demoted to diapers in front of a room full of onlookers. Glancing up at the padded training pants she once looked down on, Jennifer now looked at the padded crotches of Daisy and Brenda with irresistible longing, knowing she was now doomed to something else entirely.

Jennifer squeezed her legs together and was forced to stop with her legs still inches apart. The diaper felt thick. Too thick. Impossibly thick. Cartoonishly thick.

She looked up pleadingly at Nurse Ashley, finally making eye-contact again. The corner of the nurse’s lips raised slightly in an apologetic smile, intended to disarm. It wasn’t working. 

 

“We’re almost done. Just a little bit more and then we can get you out of here, okay?”

Jennifer nodded, not sure what she was even agreeing to anymore. As humiliating as this experience was, she wasn’t sure that she wanted to leave the preschool room. She had a friend here and Miss Rachel was nice. These women had already seen her at her most vulnerable and she wasn’t looking forward to starting over in a new environment with new people. What if they were like Mrs. Stern and Maria…or worse?

Jodi continued to stroke Jennifer’s hand, and the diapered reporter finally looked over to make eye-contact. No words were needed, and Jennifer was thankful for a moment of silent compassion.

As her left leg was lifted, Jennifer blushed at the loud crinkly noise that would now follow her everywhere. As someone that thrived in well-ordered silence, she worried about the effects of The Nursery and what the rest of her day would offer.

The pink booties that now graced her feet were cute, but she already missed the shiny, buckled shoes that felt too childish to her only moments before. Nurse Ashley reached for her hands and Jennifer stretched out her arms to meet her, settling into a seated position on her newly padded bottom.

The diaper somehow felt even bigger now that all of her weight was on it and her legs splayed to the sides, not able to come close to touching. She looked up at Nurse Ashley expectantly, fearing whatever was coming next.

“Nurse Ashley, that’s a preschool top. I don’t think babies get to wear big girl tops like that, do they?”

Jennifer couldn’t see Daisy, who stood behind her, but she could feel the snark and gleeful condescension in her voice and knew that she was smiling her big, fucking fake-innocent smile under her giant doe eyes and her thick eyelashes. Bitch.

Nurse Ashley looked down at Jennifer with the sad half-smile that was becoming a regular occurrence and shrugged.

“You’re right, Daisy, but we’re headed to lunch.”

Ashley sighed and looked at the journalist, who was undoubtedly fully living her experience now. She had already come so far, but no one got special treatment at The Academy.

“Okay, Jennifer, raise your arms for me.”

The brunette shook her head and crossed her arms, looking up at Ashley with a pleading pout. Ashley bent down to smooth out the situation before it progressed and she was forced to act. She pulled in until her lips were only inches from the scared journalist’s ear.

“Hey, girl. You are doing so well. I need you to hang with me, so we can get you out of here and away from that crazy little blonde bitch, okay? But she’s right. We need to get you out of that top. Lift your arms for me, okay?”

Ashley pulled back and looked the scared woman in the eye. Ashley nodded her head, hoping to pry the older woman into compliance. Jennifer locked eyes with Ashley and nodded, slowly raising her arms for Ashley to finish the job. 

 

It was silly to feel self-conscious about being topless when she had just been stripped, wiped, powdered, and diapered in front of the same group of women but that didn’t change how she felt as her arms reflectively reached up to cover her breasts. 

Nurse Ashley swatted her hands away with a raised eyebrow and Jennifer lowered her arms and her head, defeated and ready to move on. She watched Nurse Ashley’s cute pink scrubs and shoes walk away from her line of sight and waited to see what humiliating wardrobe choices were coming for her now.

Jennifer saw the wheels and followed them up the oversized contraption to Nurse Ashley’s kind face.

No. Not this. No. 

Jennifer backed away as the stroller drew closer. Where would they even find something like this? She couldn’t fathom how humiliating it would feel to be pushed around on display in something like that. And then she saw the restraints. I don’t have a choice.

Nurse Ashley reached for her hand when Jennifer remembered she was topless and tried to stall.

“No! Wait…please…at least get me something to wear. I can’t go out there like this. It’s too much. Please…”

Rachel and Ashley shared a look; compassion with a side of obligation.

Miss Rachel bent down and rubbed Jennifer’s bare back. After jumping at the initial intrusion, Jennifer melted into her preschool teacher’s kind, soothing touch.

“Why don’t you let Nurse Ashley help you into the stroller and I’ll try to find something you can wear to lunch, okay? Can you be brave for me?”

Jennifer sighed and nodded, each new regressive step somehow making sense as she fell further down the rabbit hole. Nurse Ashley helped Jennifer to her feet, where she stood unsteadily, trying to get used to the added bulk between her legs. She didn’t have long to practice, as Ashley brought the stroller to her and helped to lower her into the padded seat, moving the harness and cuffs out of the way.

Each new position brought new feelings as her powder-coated loins shifted in her new ride. Nurse Ashley gave a reassuring wink as she attached the cuffs over Jennifer’s booties.

“Wait! Don’t I get something to cover my diaper?!”

Jennifer pulled her hands up to her face, embarrassed at both the volume and the content of her question.

“We’ll take care of that once we get you to the nursery. For now, I think Miss Rachel is finding something to cover your top half.”

Jennifer put her pacifier back in her mouth to prevent her from saying anything else she would regret and nodded.

“Can I help??”

Daisy bounded forth with the diaper bag and dug inside with Miss Rachel as Jennifer waited for yet another humiliating new addition to her wardrobe.

“Hmmm…not that one. Too boring. Blah.. Ummm…Oh! This one!”

Nurse Ashley saw what was coming and took the opportunity to cuff each of Jennifer’s hands to the stroller while the diapered journalist was distracted.

“Oh, no….that won’t cover anything! Come on!”

Jennifer reached out to cover herself in protest and realized that her hands were cuffed. She settled into the stroller with a pout, knowing there was no use fighting and couldn’t even imagine how humiliating a spanking would be when she was wearing a giant diaper. Would they take it off? Or spank me over the diaper? What would be worse?

She was still pondering her future as the bib was tied behind her neck and Miss Rachel stood back to admire her work.

“Good choice, Daisy.”

“Thank you, Miss Rachel!”

Tearing her eyes from Daisy’s smug face, Jennifer glanced down at the white and pink cotton bib: Cranky, but Cute. She leaned back into the stroller and closed her eyes. Could she even still write the article? Would anyone believe this?

The bib barely covered her nipples as long as she didn’t move, so Jennifer tried her best to stay still as Nurse Ashley used the five-point harness to strap her in, thinking that it seemed like overkill with the cuffs already in place. When the strap between her legs was pulled tight and clicked into place, Jennifer closed her eyes at the not entirely unpleasant tingle that arose as the padding and powder pushed into her smooth parts. 

As the stroller crossed the threshold into the hallway, the last thing Jennifer saw was Daisy’s wide grin and teasing wave.

“Umm, Nurse Ashley? Jennifer is a big girl name. I think we should call her Baby Jenny.”

Jennifer glared at the pigtailed blonde, glad that she would at least never have to see her smirking face again.

“Bye, Baby Jenny!”

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Chapter Fourteen

Jennifer understood now.

She looked at the spot in the lunchroom where she had sat only a week ago as she dined on salads and chicken nuggets with Ashley. She remembered looking at Miss Rachel, seated in the very high chair she now found herself in, and wondering how a grown woman could allow herself to be reduced to such a humiliating reduction of infantile femininity.

Now, as Jennifer shook her head back and forth, trying her best to avoid the disgusting mush, she understood. For her, it happened slowly, one piece at a time until her adulthood was eroded leaving nothing behind but this baby food covered woman-child.

She made eye contact with Daisy, who had lifted up in her seat to eat her chicken nuggets on her knees to make sure that she could enjoy the show. Daisy gave a playful wave and made an elaborate showing of how delicious her chicken nuggets were, displaying a practically orgasmic face for what Jennifer knew from experience were actually damn good nuggets. The mushy slop currently dripping down her cheeks did not hold the same appeal.

Jodi was seated next to Daisy and offered a kind smile, but knew there was nothing else she could do for Jennifer now. The demoted journalist stuck out her tongue to force the latest round of dark-colored puree out of her mouth, long past any sense of decency or self-respect.

At the next table, all the women from the classroom were quietly eating their salads. Mrs. Stern looked at her and Jennifer quickly looked away, not able to deal with that woman looking into her soul while she tried to stomach spoonful after spoonful of what was undoubtedly prunes or strained beef. Her taste buds simply rejected everything at this point in silent protest.

Her classroom nemesis, Maria, was seated at the table closest to her and continued to stare and smile, clearly loving every moment. Jennifer looked away between bites, but every time she glanced over, Maria was there, grinning and enjoying the show while she munched on small bites of her salad. 

 

The taste and texture of the colorful purees she was forced to dine on were bad enough, as was being on humiliating display, but the lack of autonomy was really getting to her. Jennifer wasn’t able to control the pacing or size of the spoonfuls of putrid mush heading towards her face as the cuffs kept her grabby hands far out of reach. She so badly wanted to reach up and wipe her mouth as the lingering puree dripping slowly down her cheeks felt slimy and disgusting.

To her right, she watched the only other woman that could possibly understand her predicament. She was older, maybe ten years older than Jennifer, and sat obediently in a similarly humiliating state of infantile nudity while she opened her mouth for the next spoonful. The blonde woman made faces from time to time, but almost seemed bored by her treatment. How could anyone see this as routine?

Jennifer was thirsty and desperately wanted to wash the taste out of her mouth, but couldn’t bring herself to ask to drink from a baby bottle again. The classroom spankings and training potties were enough to scare her straight, and she hadn’t even done anything wrong. She couldn’t imagine anyone sitting in this highchair or wearing diapers and coming back from the experience. This had already permanently changed Jennifer, and she had only just begun. 

What had Daisy done to earn more than one day here?

“Jenny, try to focus so we can get back to the nursery for your nap, okay, honey?”

The condescending baby-talk and pet names were going to be the end of her. She knew it.
Jenny opened her mouth, hoping that she could at least speed this part along, and was utterly dismayed when yet another jar of baby food found its way to her tray.

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The milk or formula or shake or whatever was in the oversized baby bottles proved to be a welcomed change of pace from the disgusting baby food. Jennifer looked down at the six jars of baby food, utterly appalled to have been forced to eat so much mushy slop and already daydreaming about where she would stop on the way home for a proper meal.

Her high chair reclined slightly, and the nanny gripped the bottle firmly to her messy mouth as Jennifer was forced to slurp down her second bottle. Twin trails of white liquid pooled from the corners of her mouth and down her cheeks, but her new nanny was relentless and gently chided her for being such a fussy little baby. The other woman had already finished her bottles and was having her face wiped clean by her nanny before opening her mouth to accept her pacifier.

Jennifer felt so full and looked down to see her normally taut belly poking out over the waistband of her diaper. From her reclined vantage point, she could see her friends and enemies finishing their lunches and heading back to their classrooms; juvenile classrooms that were deemed too big for her now. Jennifer tried to make note of how small she was feeling and invoke those emotions later in her article. 

 

But first Jennifer had to get through the rest of the day in The Nursery. 

 

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The trip back to the nursery was uneventful, except that she was a thirty-eight-year-old professional journalist wearing nothing but a diaper being pushed through hallways while restrained in an oversized baby stroller. Jennifer wasn’t sure if another woman being treated as a baby alongside her made it more or less weird and wasn’t sure how much they could chat if the diapered duo remained pacified for the afternoon.

The arrival to The Nursery felt different this time. During her previous trip, the trappings of the room itself were overtaken by the drama of a CEO in a maid uniform being spanked and demoted to diapers. It felt strange at the time but, seeing the woman’s haughty attitude, it felt earned. The Nursery felt like a place where deserving women got what was coming to them. They couldn’t act responsibly in an adult world, so they were demoted and had their adulthood stripped from them. 

 

But Jennifer didn’t feel that way about herself. She couldn’t speak for her diapered companion strapped in the stroller next to her, but Jennifer felt that she was here unjustly. She had been tickled and forced to wet herself. It wasn’t fair and wasn’t her fault. 

 

And then…Jennifer smiled, despite herself, and thought of her favorite movie, The Shawshank Redemption, when Morgan Freeman told Andy that he would fit right in because everyone believed they were innocent in prison. She looked at the other woman, who was already being unstrapped and helped from her stroller, and wondered if her diapered counterpart felt the same way. 

 

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Jennifer survived the indignity of her first diaper check as the two women were poked and prodded before bending forward to have their powdery bottoms inspected. She was dry, of course, and was utterly surprised to find that the other woman had wet herself.

Her mind was reeling. The women actually used the diapers? Peed in them? That hadn’t come up in her earlier interview and tour. Jennifer had assumed that the mere act of dressing grown women as infants was the punishment. Do they actually expect me to pee in this thing?

 

As the nannies went off to prepare for diaper and wardrobe changes, the older blonde woman leaned over and pulled out her pacifier.

“That was a mistake. You should have wet yourself before naptime. Go now if you can and you might get her to change you before they put us down, since it’s your first time.”

Jennifer looked at the apparently experienced woman like she was crazy. Absolutely insane. In the Preschool room, the journalist was tickled. Forced. Coerced into submission as her body betrayed her and her bladder released without permission. 

 

But there was no way that Jennifer was going to wet herself willingly. She would be going home in a few hours and could surely hold it until then. 

Lost in her thoughts, Jennifer didn’t realize that she was now standing alone. She looked for her diapered companion, but the allegedly soggy blonde was already on the changing table and Jennifer could confirm that it was indeed a wet diaper she was being changed out of. A grown woman. Older than her. On an adult-sized changing table. Being changed out of a wet adult-sized diaper. Before naptime.

What the fuck is happening?

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Jennifer lay in her crib and stared at the bottle. There was no way in hell that she was going to drink that. Not with what she had just witnessed and learned.

She was thankful to have some clothes. At least she thought she was thankful to have clothes.

Her fingers pulled and prodded at the tight pink onesie that covered her body, leaving her bare legs exposed before her matching booties completed the ensemble. The unexpected part was the new feeling of the restrictive onesie forcing her diaper into her smooth, powdered parts. She shifted and moved around on the crib, feeling the padding push into her, and let her hands trace their way down her body from her breasts to the bulky diaper.

Glancing at the nannies, Jennifer saw that their backs were turned, and they seemed to be on their phones, earning themselves a needed break after an exhausting feeding and changing session. She pressed down on the bulky padding, experimenting with the feel and thickness for the first time. This had been her only semblance of solitude since arriving and she took full advantage, exploring the new addition to her wardrobe and how it felt on her body.

Jennifer squeezed her legs together, the tightness of the onesie forcing the thick padding against her soft folds. She continued to let her hands explore, closing her eyes, and sucking on her pacifier as she recapped the events that had led her to this point. Being stripped and spanked and…shaved…

Her hands pressed into the padding and her hips raised ever so slightly to meet the pressure. They had shaved and spanked her. Forced her into these demeaning outfits and then continued to strip and spank her, humiliating her in front of new groups of women. She had been forced to use a training potty and then wet herself in front of everyone before being changed into a diaper.

She continued rubbing, picking up speed, as she thought of her own debasement and demotion until she stopped suddenly, eyes popping open with alarm.

What the fuck am I doing?

Shame and confusion overwhelmed her as she realized she had been pleasuring herself, somehow getting off on the humiliating treatment. It wasn’t bad enough that they had demoted and humiliated her, but she was getting off on it?  Now she had to add horniness to her growing list of new and strange emotions?

Nope. Absolutely not. Not doing that.

Jennifer tried to roll to her side, but the diaper was too bulky for side sleeping. She rolled to her belly, feeling the bulk of the diaper pushing against her loins in a new way. Jennifer gave one experimental thrust into the mattress and then stopped, peering through the slats of her crib into the amused eyes of the other woman. 

The journalist closed her eyes, willing the strange situation to go away. Maybe a nap wasn’t such a bad idea after all…

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Chapter Fifteen

Jennifer’s eyes shot open. She wasn’t sure how long she had been sleeping or if she had even fallen asleep. A quick peek showed that she was still in her crib, that the other woman appeared to be sleeping, and that the nannies hadn’t moved. She wondered if any time had passed at all.

One thing that Jennifer was lacking was information. She was someone that absolutely thrived on schedules and organization and being prepared. But here, she was deliberately being kept in the dark. She didn’t know what the rest of her day would be. She didn’t know how long this forced naptime would last. She didn’t even know what time it was.

But Jennifer knew one thing with absolute certainty. She had to pee.

The need hadn’t come on suddenly, but the urgency surprised her. Almost as soon as she was taped into her diaper, her bladder had whispered hints she had not fully relieved herself during her preceding tickle torture. But she was a grown woman. Surely she could control her bladder for a few hours.

In the cafeteria, the need had grown, especially as she was forced to guzzle down not one, but two large bottles. She wasn’t sure about the size and had never been particularly skilled at making mathematical estimates on the go, but they were big. They seemed at least as big as the bottles of diet coke she routinely grabbed from gas stations to keep her caffeinated during her journalistic journeys.

She knew that if she had a diet coke in the afternoon, she would always need to pee when she got back to the office before she drove home. There had been a few close calls when she had broken that rule.

Jennifer tried running calculations and simulations in her head. She had been forced to drink at least two diet cokes worth of mystery liquid. She would normally have an hour or two at work once she finished before she needed to respond to nature’s call. But this was twice the amount. And it had likely been an hour or so already. If Train A leaves the station at 3pm…

She glanced at the nannies and her sleeping nursery-mate, who both showed no signs that naptime would end anytime soon. Her original plan had been to simply ask to use the bathroom once they got back to The Nursery. Jennifer assumed she would need to go in the training potty again and had been pre-mortified as she thought about how badly she had to go and how small the plastic potties were.

But then her experienced blonde nursery-mate had gone and wet herself and thrown Jennifer into a full-blown existential crisis.

And then she had gotten horny. 

And now…now she had to pee.

Jennifer wasn’t going to make it home in time. It didn’t look like she could climb over the crib railing and she didn’t see any plastic potties. The other woman had already confirmed that apparently women demoted to diapers in The Nursery were actually expected to use them. But she couldn’t.

She just…couldn’t.

“Hello? Ummm….Nanny?”

If the women heard her, they showed no signs of it. Jennifer lay her head back down and tried to think. There had to be a way to reason herself out of this.

“Nanny? I have to use the restroom. Could you come see for a second?”

Nothing. Silence. She was trying to remain somewhat quiet out of respect for the sleeping woman next to her, but her patience was wearing thin as she broke into a cold sweat and rose to her hands and knees. Immediately not liking that position, she rose fully to her knees, grasping the slats of her crib like a prison cell.

She began speaking a little louder, desperately rambling, and unsure of whether she was even trying to get the nanny’s attention or just trying to talk herself down.

“I don’t want to wear this! Ugh. I’m not a baby. Please. Please let me out of here. Let me out of this diaper. I have to go to the bathroom. Don’t make me use it. Please. I don’t want to.”

Jennifer whined, shivering and trembling as the desperation increased. She noted one of the nannies glancing in her direction and then back to her phone. 

“Ugh! I really have to go. I don’t wanna use it, please! Let me out. Please, let me out! Just let me go to the bathroom. I don’t want to. I don’t wanna use it. Please. Please, don’t make me do it. Please. PLEASE!”

She shook on the rails of her crib, no longer caring who heard or who she disturbed. Squirming frantically, she tried to squeeze her legs together, but the bulk of the padding prevented what may have been her last chance to preserve some dignity.

“Please! Oh…oh no….oh no! Ewwww….Ewwwww! It’s so warm. Ewww. Ugh. Let me out! Please. Please!”

Jenny lowered herself into the crib and cried, finally letting the weight of her body push the diaper further into her. She cried for several minutes, utterly ashamed at what she had done as she felt the warmth spread and dissipate into the diaper until she felt cold and clammy. Looking up, she saw that the nannies had turned to face her, fully engaged in the show she was presenting. 

“Please? I used it like you wanted. Please. Please? Please let me out. Ewwww….it’s so wet. Please. Let me out. Please. Pleeeease.” 

She looked at her diapered companion, hoping for support or sympathy, but only saw the face of an annoyed and pacified older woman who was trying to get some sleep. Jennifer looked back at the duo of smiling nurses.

“Ugh, Nanny! Please?! Please come back. You can’t just keep me locked up like this. I’m thirty-eight years old! It’s not my fault. Please come back. Nanny…oh, no…not again. When are you going to let me out? Please…I really have to go. Don’t make me use this again.”

Jenny tried to squeeze her legs together and was met with an unappealing squelch as the soggy padding squished against her. She shook the bars and looked at the nurses, desperately pleading to not defile herself again.
 

“Oh no… oh, no. no. no. Ugh.”

Jenny trembled, freezing in place, as she stared at her diapered crotch.

“Dammit! Ugh…it’s happening again. Oh, no…ugh! This is so weird! Why are you doing this? Ugh! I can’t get out. This isn’t fair. It’s not my fault. Please!!!”

Jennifer shook the bars of the crib until one of the nannies finally stood up and walked over.

“It’s nap time, Baby Jenny. You will be changed after your nap.”

“Noooo! No! You can’t leave me like this. Please! Please change me!”

Jenny begged and pleaded for a diaper change for several undignified minutes, without an ounce of shame, and was relieved when she saw the rails of the crib coming down.

“Thank you! Thank you, thank you…oh god, it’s so wet…and gross…and UGH…just, thank you!”

Jenny was so taken by the nanny’s generosity and act of kindness that she didn’t even register the cuffs being placed around her wrists and ankles as she continued to thank the woman and describe her situation through tearful gratitude.

It wasn’t until the nanny helped her onto her side and then rolled her onto her belly that she realized what was happening, as the cuffs were clicked into place.

“No, wait! You can’t do this! This is so much worse. I can feel it…ugh…please! No!”

Jenny continued to plead her case and beg desperately as the pacifier gag came into view and was placed into her open mouth.

“No, please! Please, I…ummph! Mmmmph? Mmmph! Mmmmmph!”

Absolute betrayal and fear filled her eyes as the woman sat on the edge of her mattress. The nanny’s hand wedged underneath the sodden diaper to press the warm padding firmly into Jennifer’s drenched loins.

“Mmmph!”

“Shhh. Shhhhh. It’s okay, Baby Jenny. It’s naptime right now and sometimes girls just need a little help to get settled. This diaper can hold a lot more than that. We will change you when naptime is over. Try to get some sleep.”

With a few firm pats on Jenny’s diapered bottom, the nanny was gone.

“Mmmmmmph!”

Jenny pleaded, but it was no use. Nanny raised the railing of the crib and went to check on the other woman who obediently spread her legs for the nanny to check her diaper.

“Oh, that’s a very wet diaper, Baby Barbie! Did you make another wet diaper for Nanny? And you’ve been such a good girl for us while we are getting Baby Jenny settled. Hmmm…I think you deserve a little treat.”

Jenny raised her head and watched as the nanny lowered the crib rails and climbed into Barbie’s crib, crawling across the bouncy mattress and leaning against the back railing, where she beckoned the blonde, diapered woman towards her.

Jenny saw Barbie’s pale blue onesie, stretched tightly by the bulky diaper beneath, as she crawled and settled into her nanny’s lap. As the older woman found a comfortable position, she looked across her crib, and their eyes met as the buzzing started.

“Mmmmm…”

“That’s right, Baby Barbie. Good girls get treats.”

Jennifer tried to take in what she was seeing. The younger nanny had pulled a small vibrator from her apron and was using one hand to press it firmly into Barbie’s apparently very saturated diaper, while the other hand ran lazily through the moaning woman’s blonde hair.

Barbie closed her eyes and moaned, and Jenny closed her eyes and tried to be anywhere else.

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As Barbie’s moaning grew more and more graphic, Jenny found herself in an interesting situation of her own.

The thrusting of her hips had started as an involuntary movement. At least, that’s what Jenny was telling herself. A slight wiggle to find a comfortable position seemed to awaken and ignite something deep within her loins. Jenny tried a few small, tentative thrusts and then stopped. 

Why does this feel so good? I can’t believe I’m getting off to this. It’s so fucking weird. What is wrong with me?

But as she listened to Barbie’s continued moans, the wet padding wasn’t feeling as bad as Jenny originally thought. The dry diaper had felt fluffy and poofy between her legs, but it now felt heavier and bulkier, the added weight and density giving her something to thrust into.

There was a not entirely unpleasant squish as Jenny continued her tentative thrusting, looking up from time to time to verify that she was still operating in stealth mode. As she picked up in intensity, she moaned slightly into her pacifier gag, but noted that Barbie’s increasingly aggressive moaning and the loud buzzing of the vibrator against her damp diaper was drowning out Jennifer’s small gyrations and soft moans.

Jenny lost herself in the moment, closing her eyes and continuing to hump her wet diaper into the crib. The spankings and punishments and her preparations for the Academy had all been humiliating and painful and demeaning as they were happening to her but, now, looking back on them, they seemed to take on different meaning in her highly aroused state.

She thought about Nurse Ashley’s nimble fingers during her good girl rubs and being forced to display herself and being spanked and diapered in front of a classroom of other girls. So lost was she, that Jennifer didn’t notice the nanny standing over her until the crib rails were lowered.

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SMACK! SMACK!

Jenny moaned and thrust into the crib mattress as she tried to escape the nanny’s firm hand. Being spanked over a wet diaper was not nearly as painful as being spanked on the bare, but it was a thousand times more humiliating.

So why am I still turned on?!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

The nanny continued her relentless pursuit, landing most of her hits with a thump upon Jenny’s well padded bottom but placing a few well-timed spanks just along the edges of her onesie and grazing her tender thighs.

SMACK! SMACK!

Each strike forced her to thrust into the mattress as she tried to escape, causing her arousal and confusion to peak as she inevitably headed towards her humiliating climax.

“No, Jenny! No humpies. You are far too little to have cummies on your own!”

Ugh. Why was that hitting her buttons?

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Mmmmph! Mmmmph! Mmmmph!”

Jenny’s bladder released again, filling her diaper with warmth and giving her the final push she needed to go over the edge.

“Mmmmph! Mmmph….Mmmmmm.”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Looks like this one tired herself out. We’ll deal with that later. She’s going to need..”

Jenny tried to stay alert enough to hear what was coming for her, but her eyelids felt too heavy and she drifted off into a well-earned slumber, pledging to deal with whatever repercussions later.

Worth it…

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Chapter Sixteen

Jennifer sat on her diapered bottom and pouted, utterly disgusted with herself, and trying to regain any sense of dignity that might remain.

After being awakened from her nap, Jenny felt surprisingly refreshed…until she looked into her nanny’s eyes and remembered what had caused such a deep sleep.

The ensuing diaper change had been as thorough as it was humiliating. Strapped down to the changing table, the front of her heavy diaper hit the table with a commanding thud and Jenny gasped as the cool air hit her moist skin for the first time. The wipes were also cold, but felt refreshing as they wiped away the remaining remnants of her lustful shame.

After getting a little too wiggly during the lotion application process, Jenny’s legs were held high into the air by one nanny while another showed her the painful difference between diaper position spankings and over the knee spankings.

Jenny was powdered and placed into a diaper that seemed even thicker than her previous one, which was also lined with something they called a ‘stuffer’ as it was humiliatingly explained to her that she needed the thickest padding because her inappropriate cummies and the amount of pee-pee required the most absorbent diapers. 

The pacifier gag remained and was joined by padded mittens and booties that were locked onto her extremities. When she was released from the table, she immediately fell to the ground, unable to stand on the padded booties and the bulk of the padding between her legs making even a single step impossible.

“I think Baby Jenny needs to crawl for now. Why don’t you head over to the play mat with Baby Barbie and try to stay out of trouble?”

Jenny sighed and put her head down as she crawled her way across the nursery. She couldn’t remember the last time she had crawled. It felt awkward and demeaning, surely not helped by her humiliating outfit and restrictive clothing.

She came to a stop at the edge of the play mat and rotated to sit on her fluffy bottom with her legs splayed out widely in front of her, looking every bit the oversized infant she was being treated as. Jennifer sighed deeply, like a train pulling into the station.

Barbie handed her a set of soft blocks and continued to hold on to a stuffed llama, which she lightly bounced on the ground, glancing over at the nannies. 

 

“That was dumb. You have to wait until they leave the room, and you have to be fast and sneaky. The bigger stuffed animals help if you get them positioned right.”
Jenny looked up with a pout at the woman that seemed to be only good at dispensing useful advice after it was no longer needed.

“I’m Barbara. Jennifer, I presume?”

Jenny nodded, trying to find a place for her tongue with the pacifier gag still in place.

“It’s not so bad here. You get used to it. You just have to keep your head down, do what they ask, and not get caught doing anything dumb. You’re not doing so great with the last part so far.”

Jenny rolled her eyes and stacked the blocks, unsure of what to do next, before Barbie knocked them over with her plush llama.

“Just stay busy. If you look like you’re busy, they’ll leave you alone. If you look bored or troublesome…well, there are lots of things they can do to remedy that.”

They played alongside each other for a few minutes, each obviously bored but trying to remain enthusiastic enough to avoid suspicion.

“Try to be good for a bit and I’ll see about getting your pacifier taken out. It’d be nice to have someone to talk to.”

Jenny nodded and knocked her blocks over, already reaching out to begin the rebuilding process.

 

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Jennifer learned a lot about her playmate during their first hour or so together before her pacifier gag was removed. Barbara seemed quite chatty and enjoyed having someone to talk to. Or talk at.

Jennifer could only nod along and offer the occasional eyebrow raise or smile as Barbara gave her the lay of the land and explained the strategy and complexity of an infantilized life.

Soon enough, Jenny had her pacifier gag removed, just as Barbie had predicted. But it was only for their afternoon snack.

Jenny didn’t particularly care for the mashed banana, but it seemed preferable to jars of actual baby food. The taste wasn’t bad…it was just a banana after all…but something about watching the nanny take a perfectly good piece of fruit and smash it to oblivion before spoonfeeding it to her seemed to dampen the whole experience.

Still, Jenny took her cues from Barbie and decided to be obedient, opening her mouth dutifully for each mushy spoonful and only wincing or making faces occasionally.

Her bib wasn’t any better. She looked down at the embroidered bunny with ‘Baby Jenny’ written in pink cursive, wondering how they could have possibly made this so quickly. Hearing the name aloud was one thing, but seeing it written on something, especially something this humiliating, only served to further sink the diapered journalist into her newfound infant status.

Barbie was eating some kind of puffs with her fingers, and Jenny’s nanny saw her looking over longingly between airplane landings.

“Oh, Jenny is much too little for big snacks like that. Those are only for good girls, and Barbie has been working very hard to earn her snacks. Now, open up for the airplane, Baby Jenny!”

Jenny sighed and opened her mouth for another bite of banana mush, and looked longingly at her older playmate.

Am I not a good girl?

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The rest of the early afternoon was spent in a similarly boring state. Playing with Barbie on the play mat. Leaning against her nanny for a bottle while she watched Barbie hold her own bottle. With her padded mitts, Jennifer probably wouldn’t have been able to hold one anyway, but she struggled with feeling so out of control and helpless when something like drinking a baby bottle on her own seemed so far out of reach.

Barbie was still rambling on about something but, for once, the journalist wasn’t interested in someone’s story. She was more interested in her own.

Jennifer had lived a very mid life. She hadn’t had any major traumas or tragedies. But there had been nothing great either. She always did what she was supposed to do and had a good enough life to show for it.

On the outside, she was certainly a good girl, wasn’t she? Jennifer paid her taxes, never missed a day of work, and flossed every day. She did what was required of her and always did as she was told.

That kind of subservience hadn’t resulted in a great life, but it had given her a pretty good life. And maybe that’s all that someone like her could ask for. She certainly hadn’t been punished on the outside for not following simple instructions.

Her thoughts were interrupted by another diaper check. She allowed herself to be repositioned and poked and inspected until she was deemed clean and dry. Unsurprisingly, Baby Barbie was now being praised for being such a good girl and wetting her diapers again. Her reward for being a good girl on this occasion seemed to be a diaper change on the play mat with her toys instead of the changing table.

Jenny sat courtside as the mat was laid in front of her and Barbie crawled over, lying on her back and spreading her legs to allow the nurse to crawl between.

“Baby Barbie was such a good girl, making pee-pees in her diaper.”

Jenny rolled her eyes at the infantilizing praise and was surprised to see Barbie grinning ear to ear, clearly basking in the approval. The other nanny brought over a bottle filled with a colored liquid, looking far superior to whatever white stuff she had been drinking all day.

“Good girls get treats. Baby Barbie gets a juice bottle for making another wet diaper for us!”

Barbie dropped her llama to her chest and reached out with grabby hands for the sweet nectar. Jenny listened as the woman who was easily into her forties, slurped noisily on the baby bottle.

“Okay, there are One, Two, aaand Three poppers on Barbie’s pretty onesie. Barbie has a dancing llama on her onesie. That’s her favorite. What do you have on your onesie, Baby Jenny?”

Looking down at herself, Jenny realized she hadn’t even glanced at the newest humiliating outfit she had been forced into. It was a pale, baby-girl pink with an overly adorable flamingo that declared her as ‘Pretty in Pink’.

“Umm…flamingo?”

“Very good, Baby Jenny! That’s a flamingo!”

Jenny smiled, not used to getting praise in her day-to-day life. Mrs. Stone surely never gave her compliments for her work. Not getting yelled at meant that her article was satisfactory , and that is about the highest praise she could hope for most days.

“Oh, that’s a very wet diaper, Baby Barbie! Let’s get you into something more comfortable.”

The ripping of the tapes brought Jenny back into the moment as she looked at the older woman’s bare hips for the first time. Remnants of soft, baby powder lingered on her sides and near her belly button and Jenny waited with a surprising amount of anticipation for the front of the diaper to fall.

Hours ago, she had her own diaper changed on the floor with other women around and was strangely intrigued to watch it from the other side. As the diaper hit the ground, her eyes were first drawn to the thick, soaked padding. The nanny left it there, lumped between Barbie’s legs as she reached for the wipes.

Jenny’s eyes followed the wipes as they slid across Barbie’s thighs and hips.

“These are Barbie’s princess parts. We have to keep them nice and clean.”

Jenny finally looked between the woman’s legs, letting her eyes fixate in on her…princess parts. Barbie was smooth and hairless, just like her. She wasn’t sure if Barbara had started her journey that way, but it seemed like all the women here were kept perfectly smooth. There were small remnants of powder across her mound and her skin glistened; a reminder of what she had done.

“Barbie knows that girls in the nursery should never touch their diaper or princess parts. Isn’t that right, Baby Barbie?”

The blonde woman raised her head and nodded around her baby bottle and continued guzzling the sweet juice. Jenny lowered her head, feeling shame for her earlier impure actions.

“And, let’s see Baby Barbie’s bare bum-bum!”

Jennifer looked to see if the woman showed signs of shame and found none. She had either grown completely accustomed to what was happening or that was damn good juice.

“Oh, no…I didn’t see a messy diaper, but I do see a little mess at the end of this wipe. Do you need me to take care of this little bum-bum every day, Barbie?”

Barbie shook her head back and forth, stubby blonde pigtails flying.

Jennifer looked at the wipe. She wasn’t sure why she did it, and she immediately regretted it, but she did. Then she looked at the women’s round, red bottom.

Nanny picked up on her concern and confusion.

“Oh, Baby Barbie isn’t always a good girl. She put up quite a fuss when we were getting her ready today. Someone had to have a little talk with Mr. Brushy, didn’t they?”

Wide eyes around a rapidly draining baby bottle told Jennifer all she needed to know.

“Mr. Brushy has a way of getting the point across. Jenny, would you hand Nanny the diaper and powder?”

Jenny hesitated as she reached over for the diaper. That had been her moment.

When Nurse Ashley asked for the powder and diaper during her first visit, Jennifer had moved from observer to participant. Helping in Chelsea’s demotion to diapers had been the catalyst for everything that followed. It was her first step down the inevitable rabbit hole that led her here, sitting in a diaper in an oversized nursery, helping some girl in her twenties change another grown woman’s diaper.

“Jenny?”

The dazed journalist snapped out of it and reached for the necessary supplies. The diaper felt different in her hand this time. Last time, it felt foreign. Alien. It was the same big, fluffy object, but her mind just couldn’t wrap around that cute thing being worn by an adult sized person. The two things just couldn’t connect.

But now, she was very aware of what it was and how it felt. Glancing down, she confirmed that it was actually the exact same diaper with pastel baby prints that she was currently wearing. Her fingers traced the stretchy leg holes, dipping inside to feel the thirsty padding as she handed it to Nanny.

She had a similar experience with the powder, dabbing a bit onto her finger as she passed it over. As she watched the nanny expertly fluff the diaper, Jenny rubbed her fingers back and forth, feeling the powder across her fingertips and imaging the same dust covering her own bottom and..everywhere else.

Barbie’s legs were raised with one hand while the nanny’s other hand sprinkled powder until her full bottom was covered with the fine dust. Jenny continued rubbing her fingers together as Barbie’s legs were lowered and spread for the procedure to be repeated on her front. Barbie closed her eyes as the diaper was pulled to her body and shifted back and forth before the nanny pulled the front to her waist and reached for the tapes.

With a few firm pats, Nanny resealed Barbie into her onesie and went off to dispose of the evidence. Barbie sat up and leaned in, conspiratorially.

“That juice is so good. It’s like pog juice, I think they call it? Pineapple, Orange, and…I don’t know, but it’s so good. A lot of stuff in here sucks, but I would do almost anything for this juice. I can’t find it anywhere else, and I actually kind of miss it when I’m gone.”

Jenny nodded along. This woman was a wealth of knowledge.

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“Wait…what is PPR? No one told me about that?”

“Just do what they say. Whatever they say. They can always make it worse in here. Remember that.”

Jenny nodded and crawled for the stroller. She was surprised to not even feel the padding pushed into herself as the straps were tightened and remember how thick her new diaper was. It felt like she was sitting on a pillow and she fought to maintain her balance before just leaning back and resigning herself to enjoy the ride. As the door opened, she was greeted with pastel scrubs filling the doorway.

“Hey, ladies…I can take it from here.”
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Chapter Seventeen

“Hey, girl…how you holding up?”

Jenny sucked on her pacifier and stared up at Nurse Ashley. Logically, she knew that it had only been a few hours since she had last seen the woman, but so much had changed in that time. Ashley looked exactly the same but Jennifer was very, very different now.

She wasn’t just a reporter playing dress-up anymore. This was more than being embarrassed by outfits or nudity or a weird experience. More than being displayed or spanked. She had changed.

Jenny didn’t feel like a professional journalist dressed as a baby for a story. She felt like a baby. Strapped into a stroller with her hands and feet locked in thick padded mittens and booties, Jenny had no autonomy. She couldn’t get out of her stroller or take off her diaper even if she wanted to.

And it wasn’t about what Jennifer wanted anymore. That ship had long since sailed. It was now about what Jenny was allowed to do. She certainly wasn’t allowed to dress or undress herself. Or touch her diapers. Or go to the bathroom. Even the humiliating training potties felt like an unreachable mountaintop now.

She had wet herself. Many times. Several of those in an actual diaper. And it wasn’t treated as strange or unusual. It was expected. It was what she was supposed to do. Jennifer Brooks, respected journalist, would never wear these humiliating outfits or give up so much control of herself. But Baby Jenny…She wore and filled her diapers like a good girl before getting changed by the nannies. She was fed baby food and drank from baby bottles in a high chair.

Jenny wasn’t even allowed to use her voice. Pacified and with no way to write, she couldn’t save herself with words as she had done so many times in the past. She sucked on her pacifier and stared up at the woman who had started it all.

“Jenny, are you okay? Jennifer?”

Ashley bent forward to pluck out the diapered woman’s pacifier, and Jenny blinked up at her.

“Oh, umm….hi…Nurse Ashley.”

Ashley squatted down to stay face to face with the woman for a moment.

“Oh, wow…they really did a number on you. Come on, we’ve got a few minutes before you’re scheduled for PPR.”

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They stood at the door and waited until it opened in a flurry of activity.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Excuse me…oh…Jennifer?!”

Jenny offered a small smile behind her pacifier for the redheaded yoga teacher that had made her feel normal in this crazy place. It was just another reminder of how far she had fallen and how powerful the effects of this place had on the women that went through the process.

Nurse Ashley turned and smiled at the red-headed adult preschooler.

“Hey Jodi, how did you do?”

“Oh, ummm….good, I think? They just asked me some questions and then gave me a little spanking. Nothing I couldn’t handle. Is Jennifer next? Is it the same for her?”

This was another new part of Jenny’s life that was taking some getting used to, where she was talked about, like she was an object, or something too small and cute to be trusted with even answering simple questions. Just another lack of autonomy for the normally self-sufficient young woman.

“Well, it’s a little different for her but, like you, it’s nothing she can’t handle.”

Jodi looked at the diapered woman, sensing a lot more than an outfit change had happened since they last saw each other. She reached down to hold Jenny’s hand and, seeing the padded mittens, settled for letting her fingertips graze the woman’s forearms again.

“Hey, you’re going to be fine and you’ll be out of here soon and back to normal. Maybe you want to come take a yoga class sometime?”

Jennifer nodded, mostly because she was used to going along with whatever questions were asked of her. An invitation like that was something that Jennifer Brooks would have politely declined or expressed interest in to appease the asker while having no intention of ever actually showing up. But Jenny was certainly open to trying new things and it would be nice to see Jodi again in a more normal environment.

Jodi smiled and waved after Ashley confirmed that she would make sure Jennifer left with her contact info. Jenny attempted a wave, but with her padded mittens and restraints, had to settle for a weak smile.

“Okay, are you ready? You’re going to be fine. Just do whatever they ask and I’ll be here when you get out to take you back to the nursery, okay?”

Jenny nodded and held her breath as the door opened, and she was rolled inside.

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The lights were bright; blinding, even. Jenny squinted and looked out at the large viewing window as her stroller rolled to a stop and the wheel locks were activated. Jenny wasn’t going anywhere.

There was a mid-sized crowd on the other side of the glass, made up of men and women of all ages. Some were eating snacks, but all had a hungry look in their eyes. Despite her many humiliating predicaments thus far, she had never felt more on display than at this moment, like an animal in a zoo with eager spectators waiting for her to perform.

She sucked on her pacifier, growing to appreciate that she wasn’t expected to speak when the silencer was activated.

“Jennifer Brooks, Age Thirty-Eight.”

Jenny looked up at the screen with her mugshot, feeling like it was so long ago. It had seemed silly at the time. She looked into the eyes of the old her, wondering if she would ever be that person again or if something had fundamentally changed within her.

“Sentenced to one day at The Academy after receiving nine swats with the Board of Education in open court this morning.”

The screen changed, showing a split screen of her from the front and the back during her very public paddling. She looked at her blazer and her basic gray panties and it all just felt like she was watching a movie of a different person. Jenny shifted in her stroller, hearing the crinkling of her thick diapers.

“After her initial session with Nurse Ashley, Jennifer was taken to the Classroom.”

Jennifer sat there in her schoolgirl uniform at her desk, presumably writing her essay.

“...where she was spanked for trying to preserve her modesty and writing dirty stories instead of her assigned work.”

“Mmmph?”

Jenny looked at the images as they flashed by on the screen: holding her skirt up next to Maria, writing lines on the board without her skirt, bent over for her spanking. Wait, did they have pictures of everything? EVERYTHING?

“When Jennifer could not handle the stresses of the Classroom, she was demoted to the Preschool Room with Miss Rachel.”

Photos of her as an adorable preschooler came onto the screen. She saw herself seated at the table with Jodi, and then on training potties with Jodi, and then…”

“Initially the Preschool Room seemed like a good fit for Jennifer and a place where she could reflect on the error of her ways and learn to be the good girl we know she could be. She colored and played with friends. She passed her panty check and made tinkles on the potty like a good girl. By the end of her time, Jennifer was the only girl in the room that was not wearing training pants and was proving to be an excellent role modell for the others to look up to. But, the Preschool Room also proved to be too much for Jennifer…”

Her wet panties filled the screen. Tears and wet clothes and Daisy sitting beside her looking mortified at the ‘accident’ she caused.

“Mmmph? Mmph!”

There were no pictures of Daisy tickling her. Holding her down and forcing her to wet herself. If they have pictures of everything else, surely they had pictures of that! Why were they not showing it? What were they trying to hide?

Jennifer’s journalistic integrity sprung to life as she felt the cold injustice of the situation. And not just for her. If this is how this PPR thing worked, then she likely was not the only one to fall victim to it. The system really was rigged. This wasn’t fair.

She watched in graphic detail as her clothing was removed and she was powdered and diapered, with Daisy smiling and helping next to her.

“It seems that Miss Brooks had some incontinence issues and had an accident in the Preschool room. Luckily, some of the more responsible girls were there to lend a helping hand.”

“Mmmph?! Mmmph!”

What the fuck? Now she was just getting angry. This is NOT what happened. They were portraying a false narrative of her story in order to show their version of the facts. This was not right. This was not okay.

“After her demotion to diapers, Baby Jenny, unfortunately, continued her downfall and put up quite a fight while her nanny was just trying to keep her well nourished and hydrated. You can see that the woman next to her handled the situation with as much dignity as one could muster, but this proved to be too much for Baby Jenny.”

Jennifer had to look away as she saw the photos of her covered in baby food and being force fed bottles in the high chair. In some pictures, she could see Maria and Daisy smirking in the background. What was PPR like for them? She hoped that they got what they deserved.

“Things did not get any better for Baby Jenny in the Nursery. She did not have a wet diaper before naptime and instead threw a tantrum in her crib before wetting her diaper multiple times. After being restrained by a nanny, it seems that Baby Jenny could not control her urges and had to be punished for attempting unauthorized cummies.”

Jennifer’s anger temporarily subsided in favor of being absolutely mortified. Having her shameful masturbatory habits discussed openly in such a clinical manner was enough for her to wish the world would swallow her whole. Having to watch it on the screen in front of an audience of her peers was too much.

“During her subsequent punishment, Baby Jenny wet her diaper again and fully completed her unauthorized cummies. At her diaper change, she was spanked in the diaper position and had to be fitted with our thickest diapers, as well as padded mittens until she can learn to keep her naughty hands to herself.”

There were no photos of Barbie’s ‘special treatment’ with the vibrator, nor were there any further pictures of her obedient playtime alongside the other woman. She submissively and willingly took part in snack time and drank her bottles like a good girl. But none of that was shown or discussed. Jennifer’s anger at the injustice of this presentation was reaching a fever pitch.

“We can clearly see the selfish, indulgent behaviors that led to Jennifer’s original sentencing. But she has shown some improvements along the way and we know that our treatment methods can be very convincing.”

There was some laughter and murmuring as the crowd nodded in agreement.

“Jenny, do you feel like you have been reformed? Have you learned how to be a good girl?”

Jennifer knew the answer. She knew what she should say. She knew that Barbara and Jodi had both told her to just play along and do whatever she was told. But…she couldn’t. Jennifer prepared her speech as she leaned forward for her pacifier to be removed.

“Okay, first off…”

“Jenny, have you learned to be a good girl?”

“You don’t have the whole story. When I was in the Preschool room, Daisy..”

“Jenny…we are not here to discuss Daisy. Or Baby Barbie. Or any of the other girls that you have come into contact with today. Each of them will have their time here to discuss their own behavior. We are here to discuss you and the things that we have seen from you. Are you ready to be a good girl?”

Jennifer looked down at her bare legs. Her diaper was so puffy that she couldn’t feel anything below her waist and she held up her hands as far as the restraints would allow, still balled into tiny little padded fists. They did this to her. She already was a good girl. She always had been. She had never been in trouble before. Never been arrested. Never been punished. Never been spanked. This was their fault.

“This is not my fault. Before I…mmmmph!”

Jennifer protested, but the pacifier was held in place as the brake on the stroller was unlocked and she was turned from the crowd.

“Sorry, folks. I think we’ve seen what we needed to see here. We will send Baby Jenny to the Judge for further deliberation of her time here.”

“Mmmph? Mmmph! Mmph! Mmmmph!!”

Jennifer continued her protest as her stroller was rolled out of the room and into the cold hallway where she came face to face with a very confused Nurse Ashley.

“What the hell happened in there?”

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“All you had to do was say ‘Yes’. You could have even just nodded and said you would be a good girl. What were you thinking?”

“It’s not fair! They…”

“Oh, I’m done with you. Time to see the Judge.”

“Mmmph!”

The short stroll to the Judge’s office was brief and Jenny fought against her restraints the entire time. Ashley pulled to a stop in front of the Judge’s door and tried again.

“Hey, listen to me. If we go into the Judge’s office and you act like that, things will not go well for you. I’m not sure if you’re just trying to act out to get a more thorough experience for your article or what, but this needs to stop. If you have questions, the Judge or I would be happy to answer them but, listen to me: this is not the time. Make good choices and be a good girl, okay?”

“Mmmph.”

Jenny pouted, but relented, as the door opened and she found herself right back where her adventure started. 

“Miss Brooks! It is good to see you again. I trust that you are getting a lot of firsthand experience for your article?”

“Mmmph. Mmmph?”

“Oh, dear. Nurse Ashley, would you remove her pacifier, please?”

Ashley bent down, putting her face between Jenny and the Judge and raised an eyebrow as she reached behind the journalist’s head to unfasten the gag. Be good, she mouthed. Jenny nodded and waited for Ashley to clear her path to the Judge.

“It looks like you have had quite the day, Miss Brooks. Spanked and kicked out of The Classroom for writing dirty stories. Wetting your pants and being demoted to diapers in Miss Rachel’s Room. And…oh…well, that is just inappropriate. Let’s just say that you are having problems with…impulse control.”

Judge Stern raised an eyebrow and looked at the diapered journalist who he assumed had gotten a lot more than she bargained for. Jennifer looked down and blushed.

“Transgressions aside…have you gotten what you came for, Miss Brooks?”

Jennifer wasn’t quite sure how to answer that. The experience had overwhelmed her senses completely, and she was surprised at her own transformation. On the other hand, there were injustices present and Jennifer felt obligated to speak up.

“It has been quite the experience, Judge Stern. But, there are some things I think you should know…”

“Oh?”

Jennifer looked to Ashley who shook her head back and forth as discreetly as she could, begging the woman to relent and stay quiet.

“There are some injustices within The Academy, Judge Stern. To speak frankly, some things are just not fair.”

The journalist took a moment to compose herself, realizing how she must look as she tried to plead her case and bring the injustices to light while dressed as a baby in the confines of an oversized stroller.

“In PPR, and I assume your report, they did not bring all the relevant details. Some of the other women were quite mean and Mrs. Stern took my writing out of context and turned it into something very different.”

“You are…calling my wife a liar?”

Shit.

“No, Judge Stern! I just mean that she seemed to be confused about my writing. I was taking notes for my article and…”

“Was that what Mrs. Stern asked you to do in The Classroom?”

“Well, no…I was supposed to write about my experience, which I did, and then, while I had free time, I was…”

“There is no ‘free time’ in The Academy, Miss Brooks. I understand that your circumstances here are different, but you took a plea deal because of your crime and agreed to a stay at The Academy. At The Academy, we believe…”

“I know that, Judge, it’s just that…”

Jennifer stopped as she saw the expression on the Judge’s face drop. This was clearly a man that was not used to being cut off, especially in his own chambers. He took a deep, thoughtful breath and continued after a long pause.

“You are here for your article, Miss Brooks, but you are also currently a very real student in The Academy right now and my role is to see that every woman that comes through our doors has learned her lesson and is ready to be a productive member of society.”

Jennifer leaned forward, her pacifier rattling against the buckle on the stroller harness.

“I do not think you have gotten what you came for, Miss Brooks, and, as such, you will not be going home today.”

“Wait…what?!”

“You still have a lot to learn. Life is not fair, Miss Brooks. It is not what happens to us, but how we choose to react to these things that define us. If this is the woman that was hiding under that blazer, then it seems you are exactly where you need to be. You will spend the night here in The Nursery and I will see you in my chambers at 8am. You are dismissed.”

“No. Judge, please. This isn’t fair. This isn’t why I came here! Why are you doing this to me?”

The Judge closed Jennifer’s file and resumed his computer work, nodding to Nurse Ashley to confirm that his work with Miss Brooks had concluded.

Ashley raised an eyebrow and Jennifer took that as her cue to stay silent…but chose to fully ignore that cue and continue her rant. 

“This isn’t fair! You can’t just lock people up and keep them in diapers! I’m a grown woman. I can wipe my own ass! I can wipe my own ass!!”

Those were the last words the Judge heard as the door was shut and Jenny was rolled into the hallway to face an angry and disappointed Nurse Ashley.

Nurse Ashley reached down for Jenny’s pacifier, and Jenny flinched, hyperventilating, as the emotional weight of what had just happened overtook her. With wide, pleading eyes she looked at Nurse Ashley as she was pacified and given a moment to compose herself.

“You are where you need to be. Trust us.”

Jenny continued to breathe short, jagged breaths behind her pacifier, finally spitting it out for her rebuttal.

“Trust you? This wasn’t the deal. What if…what if the Judge just keeps me here to keep this story from getting out? Is that what this is? Are you going to keep me here forever??”

“Hey…breathe. You’ve been through a lot in the last hour…and the last few hours…and likely in your life if it led you here to us. Judge Stern sees something in you. It’s why he agreed to this whole thing in the first place. We aren’t keeping you here forever, but your journey isn’t through yet. You haven’t gotten what you came for.”

Jennifer blinked. And nodded. And tried to wipe away a tear, but her hands were still locked in mittens and strapped to the stroller. Ashley reached up and wiped away the woman’s tear, replacing her pacifier with a silent boop to the nose.

They walked down the hallway towards the Nursery and Jenny’s mind raced.

She wasn’t going home. She was going to spend an entire night here…and maybe longer if she didn’t figure herself out. As they neared turned the corner towards the Nursery, Jennifer felt herself transforming again as her adult self faded and Jenny came back into view. She had felt so small and helpless when she left her infantile prison and spent the last hour fighting against all of it as she reached for freedom and justice.

And where had it gotten her? Right back where it started.

“Okay, Baby Jenny…”

They both paused, taking in the name and all that came with it. They looked at each other and it was clear that if she went into that room as Jennifer Brooks that she would continue falling down the mountain. She needed to let go and trust the process.

Jenny nodded to the nurse with the kind face.

“...I need you to be a good girl in there. Not perfect, but good. Things will happen. They will not go as planned. Some will be unfair. You just need to be a good girl, okay?”

Jenny sucked on her pacifier and nodded, ready to get this over with.

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Chapter Eighteen

“Oh, perfect timing. I was just about to take Barbie to your office. Do you want to take both of them? I’m sure Barbie wouldn’t mind pushing Jenny in the stroller!”

Ashley pushed the stroller into the Nursery and walked around to loosen Jenny from her restraints.

“Baby Jenny will actually be staying here with us for the night. Would you help me get her out? I can give Barbie a ride back to my office.”

“Oh? Sounds like someone had a rough time in PPR…”

Barbie and Jenny shared a glance at each other before Jenny looked away. She told me. Ashley told me. I could be going home right now..

The diapered women switched places, Jenny taking a seat on the play mat with a sigh as Barbie settling into the stroller. Ashley didn’t bother with the restraints, only using the harness to hold Barbie in place. It had been more than six months since their first stroller ride together, and Ashley could tell that Barbara was having one of her good days.

“So, who’s on for tonight?”

“Olivia. She’s going to have her hands full for sure. I bet she…”

Jenny tried to eavesdrop to see what her future held, but Barbara was waving her over to the stroller. Crawling over, she came to a stop and looked up at the wise, diapered blonde woman expectantly.

“Hey, take care of yourself in here, okay? If you haven’t wet your diaper yet, go ahead and do that before they switch shifts. Nanny Olivia can play real hot and cold, so try to stay on her good side. And you’ve got to stay away from the other girl that stays overnight.”

Jenny spit out her pacifier. “Other girl?”

“Yeah, she’s a real piece of work. I’ve spent a lot of nights with her in here and she always gets me in trouble, even if I’ve been good all day. Just be careful, okay? Her name is…”

“Okay, Barbie! Let’s get you changed back into some grown-up clothes. Wave bye-bye to your new friend!”

Barbie waved obediently and Jenny groaned as she felt one of the nannies lift her padded mitten and wave it as the stroller rolled away. 

Jenny let the sound of the stroller hide the faint hissing sound as she willingly wet herself for the first time in three decades. It felt just as warm and gross and uncomfortable as the first time, but this time she had full control over her stream. 

Tightening her muscles in shock after her initial burst, Jenny released again, slowly flooding her diaper with several bottles' worth of liquid. The stream came to its natural end, and Jenny paused as the thirsty padding soaked up her humiliation. In the time it took her to ponder whether she should push again to squeeze out the last few drops, she felt a hand on her shoulder and turned around to see one of the nannies holding yet another bottle.

“Come on, Baby Jenny. Time for one last bottle while she finishes up the paperwork for today.”

The nanny walked across the play mat and Jenny followed on her hands and knees, feeling the familiar tingle as the wet padding squished between her legs with every movement and trying her hardest to not let her urges overwhelm her as she crawled across the nanny’s lap.

Jenny looked up at the woman expectantly, hoping that the bulk of her diaper masked her squeezing her legs together to prolong her arousal before she was forced to down another bottle of mystery fluid. She looked at the bottle and groaned, a little louder than she would have liked, before the nanny stopped and looked at her diaper with a curious look.

Oh, no. Shit. She knows. She knows!

“What is all of this squirming about, little one? Does someone need to go pee-pee? You haven’t had a wet diaper since nap time, so I’m sure that you…oh…”

Jenny looked up at the younger woman, knowing that she was busted. She was going to be spanked and humiliated again because she couldn’t learn to control her urges. Because, for some reason, her pervy little mind and undersexed body seemed to think that a wet diaper was now a source of arousal. What the fuck is wrong with me?

“Good girl, Jenny! You wet your diaper all on your own. I’m so proud of you!”

Jenny blushed at the infantile praise and was not at all opposed to the firm tapping the nanny was doing to the front of her diaper while she commended her lack of bladder control. She watched with confusion as the cap was put back on the bottle and Nanny reached into her apron pocket.

“Good girls get treats.”

Jenny followed the woman’s hand into and out of her apron pocket, eager for her treat. And there it was…That was the bottle. 

The one that Barbie had told her about. With that special fruit juice. Oh, god, did that sound good right now. She forgot all about her pulsating pussy and could almost taste the sweet juice on her tongue. The pacifier fell from her lips.

“Please?”

The two women stared at each other for a moment, Jenny unsure if she had ever wanted anything more desperately in her life. The nanny uncapped the bottle and held it up to her lips, letting her formerly fussy baby taste the sweet nectar.

“I’ll take this over paperwork any day. You are so stinking cute, Baby Jenny. And such a good girl!”

Jenny beamed and sucked down the sweet juice. Barbie was absolutely right. It was delicious, and she savored every sweet drop, already desperate to find a way to get another before this one was halfway through.

She closed her eyes and relaxed into the nanny’s arms. 

BZZZ. BZZ. BZZZZZZZZZZ.

Jenny’s eyes shot open as the vibrations consumed her diaper area. She looked up at the nanny with surprise and gratitude before her eyes rolled back and she moaned into the bottle. After all the spankings and humiliations and punishments, her senses were completely overloaded with the taste of juice and the strong vibrations that she was now thrusting her wet diaper into.

As the bottle emptied, Jenny flicked the nipple with her tongue, morphing from sweet suckling to graphic blowjob techniques as the vibrations took her higher and higher to places she had never imagined. Her naptime orgasm was the most powerful she had ever experienced, and she was still trying to process those feelings when the new feelings bubbling inside of her threatened to completely dwarf that experience.

“Mmmm. Mmmmmm. Mmmmmmm.”

Jenny closed her eyes and lost herself in the moment, allowing the last drops of juice to trickle down her throat as her body tensed and crested into what was now officially the best orgasm of her life. She laid her head down onto the nanny’s lap and sighed the contented sigh of someone that had been properly laid.

“What’s up, bitches?! It’s time to….wait…what is she doing here?”
 

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Jenny’s eyes shot open, suddenly aware of how she must look, and scrambled out of the nanny’s lap, evidence of her shameful submission all around her.

No. No. Please god, no.

“Daisy! We have talked to you about using that kind of language. Come on. I see two little ones in need of diaper changes, and then you two are Olivia’s problem.”

Jenny followed behind Daisy, who stomped and pouted her way towards the changing table. She crawled faster to try to hear what Daisy was mumbling to herself, the warm tingly feelings gone and replaced with cold and clammy shame. Maybe a diaper change is a good idea after all.

She crawled to a stop a few feet from Daisy, who was already making a fuss over having her dress removed. Jenny looked at the cute girl in her little pull-ups. She had been so angry at Jenny for wearing panties while stuck in her training pants and Jenny couldn’t help but smile to learn that Daisy had been the biggest baby of them all.

“What the fuck are you smiling about? Does she have to be here? Why can’t I…mmph? Mmmph!”

“One more word out of you and you’re getting your mouth washed out. Leave Baby Jenny alone. She has been a good girl for me this afternoon. You could probably learn a lesson or two from her.”

Jenny wasn’t sure why the childish praise always lit her up from the inside out, but there were a lot of things she didn’t understand about this place. She watched as Daisy’s shirt was removed, and even her socks and buckle shoes, until she was standing in nothing but a pull-up. 

The girl was beautiful. There was no doubt about that. With her long blonde hair and big blue eyes, she looked like any of the thousands of influencers that Jennifer had scrolled past on social media. Jenny would never deny their beauty. Just their ability to actually contribute anything useful to society. 

Daisy was pulled to the table and strapped down with minimal fuss while Jenny rose onto her knees to have her onesie unsnapped and pulled over her head until she, too, was left in nothing but her diaper and pacifier. 

“Hmmm…looks like you’re a little wet. Did little Daisy have an accident in her training pants?”

“No…hmph!”

Daisy looked away and Jenny smiled at the big bad bully who couldn’t even keep her training pants dry. 

The sides were torn away and Daisy squeaked through the required wiping, trying her best to wiggle away, but helpless to do anything with the straps holding her down. 

“Which diaper should we pick for Baby Daisy tonight? Hmmmm….Jenny, would you like to help pick Baby Daisy’s first diaper?”

Oh god, yes. A million times yes.

Jenny smiled and nodded, crawling towards the cubbies in her own soggy pampers.

There were so many to choose from. Different thickness and colors and patterns. Jenny grinned and reached for the thickest and most babyish print she could find, only to look down and realize it was the same one that she was currently wearing. She shrugged and handed the puffy garment to the nanny who smiled and winked at her before handing the diaper to her counterpart.

“Mmmph? Mmmph…”

Daisy settled in with a pout, knowing from hundreds of changes on this very table that putting up a fight wasn’t worth the trouble. She obediently raised herself and let the soft diaper touch her pert bottom. As much as she hated all of this, even she had to admit that they were soft.

As the nanny reached for the powder the door opened and Jenny braced herself for whoever else was coming to share in her shame.

“Olivia!”

“Hey girls, getting everything wrapped up? Oh, who’s this little cutie?”

Jenny blushed again, wondering when or if she would stop reacting in the same childish way each time she was complimented with praise meant for a toddler.

“This is Jenny, and she’s going to be spending the night, too. Like a sleepover! Her chart is over there next to Daisy’s.”

The nanny picked up the powder to continue, eager to clock out and head home and let Daisy be someone else’s problem for the night.

“Oh, hang on…Daisy? I’m looking at your potty chart. I see a few little pee drop stickers but…”

“She actually had herself a little accident in her pull-ups over there, too.”

“Mmmmph!!”

Daisy banged her little fists on the changing table above her head and mounted her pointless protest.

“Oh, did she now? Hang on, let me mark that down. I’ll be sure to let Miss Rachel know about that tomorrow morning..”

“Mmmph!!”

“Oh, hush, you…Her pull-up wasn’t messy, was it? I don’t see any smiling poop emoji stickers on your chart at all, Daisy. You know what that means..”

Daisy spit out her pacifier and raised her head, adorable pigtails rocking back and forth.

“Nooo! Please, Nanny Olivia! Please…not with her here. I’ll be good. I actually have to go right now!”

Jenny watched the new nanny stroll across the room. She was shorter than the others, with more curves, and was dressed in something resembling pale green scrubs, similar to what Nurse Ashley wore, instead of the simple dress and aprons worn by the other nannies. She had a cute, round face with bright green eyes and dark hair pulled into a simple, no-nonsense ponytail.

She glanced down at Jenny with a purposeful stare that made the diapered journalist release the last bit of pee she had been holding onto. Jenny turned to see the showdown between Daisy and the only woman who seemed to put fear in her.

“Oh, Daisy…Nurse Ashley has made it very clear that you need to make your silly little boom-booms at least once every day. You had your chance in the preschool room..”

“I can’t go in there! On the little training potties. Come on!”

“You’ve done it before. I think you were just hoping we would forget.”

Nanny Olivia leaned in close. “I never forget.” And, with that, the dark-haired nanny replaced Daisy’s pacifier and booped her on the nose. “Do it.”

“Mmmph! Mmph! Mmmph!”

Daisy cried out and pulled against her bonds, but she was no match for the three women. Nanny Olivia helped another Nanny to hold her flailing legs high into the air while the other reached into a small container to take out a pair of clear torpedo-shaped objects. Daisy’s objections became more and more desperate as the nanny’s gloved hand came closer to her bottom.

“Mmmph! Mmm…no! Nooooo…..ugh….why?!”

Daisy was quickly powdered and diapered, and Nanny Olivia replaced her pacifier once more.

“You are just too cute when you pout. You and I are going to have fun tonight.”

The diapered blonde continued her petulant ways, knowing that it was only a matter of time before the ticking-time bomb in her tummy went off.

“And that just leaves…you…oh, you two are wearing matching diapers. That’s cute.”

Jenny attempted to cover herself, suddenly remembering that she was topless in front of the only person in the room that hadn’t seen her naked or getting her diaper changed. She looked up at the curvy nanny, whose eyes darted back and forth between the chart and the older woman kneeling at her feet.

“I don’t think we planned on having two tonight, and it’s just me. I can handle it, but your cute little diaper gave me an idea. We’re going twinsies tonight. You two are going to do everything together so that I don’t have to bounce back and forth taking care of two girls. Okay, get her on the table and get her changed, and then you two can head on out.”

The nannies got to work, quickly lowering Daisy to the ground and securing Jenny in her place. Jenny watched as Daisy held her belly and squirmed, not at all jealous of what was happening there. Maybe being a good girl was paying off.

Jenny stared at the ceiling as she was wiped and was somewhat relieved to feel the new diaper under her bottom, knowing she would be covered again soon. A handful of diaper changes weren’t enough to wipe away her sense of modesty. She laid back and waited for the soft powder to hit her skin, somehow already used to the routine. 

The pressure on her back door caused Jenny to pop her head up and spit out her pacifier as she scrambled to see what was happening.

“Hey! What are you..oh…oh, god..no! I don’t need that…please…I wet my diaper. I was good! I don’t need to do that. Please…oh! Ugh…I don’t need TWO…please….please…PLEASE!”

Jenny was desperate and looked around for help. Nanny Olivia merely smiled and shrugged. She made the mistake of looking at Daisy, who mouthed ‘twinsies’ between groans of her own.

The powder fell, and the tapes were sealed and soon Jenny was on her knees next to her baby blonde adversary. She pawed at her diaper with her mittens, looking desperately at Nanny Olivia for help.

“Oh, yeah…twinsies! Let’s do something about those mittens.”

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Did I see her experience going this way, where the day wouldn't be over at 6pm?  Absolutely.  But you still managed to surprise me with how that went down. 

I don't know how I missed this one for so long, but I'm glad I had a chance to binge-watch it like a Netflix miniseries.    Good job.  My only regret is that it's not already completed, so now I have to wait for the once-a-week updates like everyone else. 😨