Valerie's Education - Chapter 12 (Patreon)

Valerie shifted anxiously in the corner, the diaper seeming to get louder every time she made the smallest move, listening as Anita and Hannah were dismissed, and Ms. Rowen headed reluctantly back to her own office, leaving her alone with Mr. Montgomery, awaiting the arrival of Nanny.

She'd been diapered, spanked, put in time-out, demoted twice in one day... But that was probably nothing compared to what Nanny would do to her once she found her like this. For so long, Val had been the big sister in the household, the example for Summer to follow, despite the other girl physically being so much older than her... Honestly, Valerie wouldn't be shocked if Nanny suggested Val's parents pull her out of school entirely.

At the very least, she was positive there was a spanking coming her way, and as much as the one the principal had given her had hurt, and been humiliating, she was pretty sure the ones Nanny gave out were worse. It was hard to imagine now, as she wiggled her throbbing bottom, but the way the woman swung that hairbrush, and the muscles on her arm... No offense to Mr. Montgomery, who had delivered quite the walloping, she just expected anything she got from Nanny to be a whole other level.

This wasn't like the day before, however, when she'd gotten lucky and been able to hide her diaper under her clothes. Stacy's awful skirt looked more like a belt now, making sure Nanny would have had to go blind since that morning for her not to notice what Val was wearing underneath. Maybe Valerie could come up with a lie about why she had them on... She had a feeling Nanny would ask the principal to verify it, though, and that they might even make a trip to Ms. Rowen's office to confirm, and one glance at her chart would ensure she didn't get her big girl panties back for a long time.

If she only had the skirt she'd put on at home that morning... Stacy wouldn't approve, but it was long enough, at least, to give her a fighting chance. She couldn't see the clock in her position, although surely the bell was getting ready to ring... If she could get ahold of Stacy, her friend should have time to run out to her car, grab it, and drop it off at the office before her next class - not that Stacy would really care if she was late to that.

Unfortunately, Valerie had no idea where her phone was. The skirt was way too small to have pockets, so she'd been keeping it in her backpack, which she also didn't have. Had she left all that in the locker room? She must have... She didn't think she remembered setting it down in the nurse's office, yet everything from the point she'd stepped into there was such a blur, it was hard to know for certain.

There had to be something she could do... She was smart, probably the smartest student in this school, there must be some way out of this mess... She concentrated as hard as she could, but every crinkle of the massive diaper around her waist distracted her, and her sore backside kept her from standing perfectly still. 

Surely, Ms. Rowen had some spare clothes... There were plenty of reasons she'd need them. Perhaps they wouldn't fit Val perfectly, though, if anything, they'd probably be too big, which was perfect at the moment. The woman might even have some extra undies tucked away somewhere... For whatever reason, the woman had decided she hated Valerie, yet, if Mr. Montgomery ordered her to do her job, and help her out, she'd have to...

There was no sign the principal was going to do that on his own, however, so she was going to have to convince him, which meant speaking, which he'd informed her, earlier, would result in another spanking. Hannah and Anita had interrupted the first... If he got started again, would he stop before Nanny got there, or would she walk in on that this time? It might make her take mercy on the girl... Or it might earn Val an even harder spanking, once her backside healed up.

Of course, there was definitely one headed her way if she didn't do anything. It was a risk, but there was a chance, however slim, it would work out for her. She had to take it... Didn't she? 

She gulped, taking a long breath to try and calm herself, not wanting her voice to give away how scared she was. "Mr. Montgomery," she spoke up, having to repeat it when she realized the first attempt was so quiet she could barely hear it herself. "I-I know you told me to stay silent, but I-I don't think you understand... I-If I get caught in a diaper, I'm going to be in so, so much trouble... Please, I really need your help..."

She turned her head away from the corner, gasping at the sight of Mr. Montgomery standing up behind his desk, paddle in hand. Involuntarily, she felt a trickle of warmth escape her bladder, squirting out into the waiting diaper, soaking into the padding. It hardly left a trace, letting her know it could hold so, so much more, though there was the slightest damp spot she could feel as her bottom quivered in anticipation.

"I-I know I deserve this!" she exclaimed. "I'm not trying to get out of it... I-I'll go to middle school tomorrow, I swear... But please, please, I-I need a bigger skirt, or a smaller diaper, or something, or else..." She blushed. "I-It'll be bad... Please... I know Ms. Rowen must have something she could let me borrow..."

She fell silent at the sound of footsteps behind her, swallowing as they grew closer and closer. To her surprise, however, instead of feeling his hand on her shoulder to spin her around, or on her diaper to pull it down for another round with the paddle, she heard the office door open, then shut. Was this a test? If she turned now, would she find him waiting to pounce? She knew she shouldn't risk it, but it was so tempting... It was harder than ever to stand still.

A few moments later, the door opened and shut again, and the footsteps crossed back to the other side of the room. "You can turn around now," he informed her.

She obeyed, and was prepared for the sight of the paddle this time, although she still felt a knot in her stomach when she saw it in his hand, as he sat perched on the front of his desk. In his other hand was a Pamper, just like the one she'd been put into at the orthodontist's office. It looked so infantile, so humiliating... But, comparatively, so much smaller than what she was wearing now.

"Come here," he ordered, pointing with the paddle to a spot right in front of him. Nervously, she complied, shuffling over, praying her tiny accident wasn't big enough to be visible from the outside. "So, you want my help, do you?" he asked. She nodded. "You want a smaller diaper... My secretary let me borrow this. She always carries a spare in her purse for her daughter. I thought it would fit you... What do you think?"

Val, of course, knew for a fact it would, though she didn't want to have to explain why. "I-I think so," she said. "Th-Thank you so much, I..."

"Hush," he snapped. "I haven't agreed to give it to you yet. How badly do you want it?"

Valerie gulped, that knot in the pit of her stomach over seeing the paddle growing. What did he want from her? What could he want? This was her last day here, at least until the fall, unless she was able to talk to Ms. Alvarez and clear everything up - which, honestly, didn't look very likely right now, since she was yet again about to be pulled out of school before she'd have an opportunity to see her - so there wasn't much she could do for him here... Unless...

"M-Mr. Montgomery..." she shook her head slightly, feeling overwhelmed.

"You have a choice," he told her calmly, lifting the paddle. "I can spank you for breaking the rules, and put you back in the corner until your guardian gets here, or..." He lifted the diaper. "You can earn this."

She nibbled on her bottom lip, eyes jumping to his belt buckle. He couldn't really be asking her to..?! She'd heard stories of that kind of thing, though never here, but hadn't ever believed them. They sounded more like the set-up to a porn than reality. Surely he wouldn't... with a student?! Then again, she wasn't a student of his anymore, and she was an adult. Adult or not - and whether she'd admit it to Stacy or not - she was a virgin, though, had never done anything beyond kissing, not with another person. Was this really how she was going to let that change? To earn a dry diaper?!

"I-I'm not sure..." she said softly.

"That diaper you're wearing is school property," he informed her. "I don't know how long ago it was bought, since, as long as I've been here, I don't know of any student who's needed them, other than you, but at some point, the school paid for it. It would be irresponsible of me to allow you to throw it away for no reason... So, if you want a change, you're going to have to use it."

Those words were a huge relief - way more than they would have been a mere few days earlier - and not only because she'd already done that. "I-I guess that's fair," she nodded, not wanting to sound eager about it, debating how long to wait before pretending she'd just had the accident that happened a few minutes ago.

"I don't think you understand," he smirked. "I don't mean that," he poked at her diaper with the tip of the paddle, pushing the padding against her bare skin, hitting just the right spot to make her feel what she'd done. Her cheeks turned bright pink, realizing he did, indeed, know what she'd done, and probably had all along. "If you want this diaper, you're going to poop yourself, right here, right now."

"What?!" Her face got several degrees hotter in an instant. This was the exact opposite of her fears... He didn't want her to do anything remotely adult with him; he wanted her to do one of the most intensely infantile things she could imagine. Her heart began to pound as she stared up at him, hoping to get some indication he was joking, that he wasn't going to make her stoop to that level...

"You don't have to, of course," he said. "You're welcome to say no... But that means choosing this," he raised the paddle again. "It's one or the other, Miss Taylor."

"I don't wanna mess my diaper!" she whined, stomping her foot, the flashing lights on them simply amplifying the childishness of her situation. That was something Summer did, that she knew she was far too mature to ever do... Not even in that weird reflection she'd seen of herself, when she'd been trying on her cap and gown, before this all started, had she imagined that...

"Then you want a spanking?" the principal asked.

"No..." she pouted, rubbing her bottom through the diaper's bulk. How could this be her choice?! It wasn't fair... She should be choosing how she wanted to decorate her dorm room at college, or thinking about which classes she should take her first semester, not debating if it was better to get paddled, or fill her pants like a baby!

"It's up to you," he reminded her. "I have all day... If I have to spank you after your guardian arrives, I'd be happy to do that."

It was true, she realized; he could easily out-wait her. Who knew how much time she really had? Nanny was probably on her way already... If she hesitated too long, the woman might walk in on her while she was filling her pants... Then Val could kiss any hope of going back to real undies goodbye.

"Fine," she sighed. "C-Can you at least..?" she spun her finger, gesturing for him to turn around.

"No," he answered simply.

"I can't go if you're watching!" she protested.

"Then I guess you ought to just bend over the desk again," he hopped down, stepping aside to make room for her.

She stomped her foot, whining as the lights on her shoes blinked, squatting slightly, biting down hard on her lip, closing her eyes. She tried to pretend she was in the bathroom, alone, that she wasn't wearing a diaper... But years and years of potty training meant that wasn't enough.

She opened her eyes, glancing up at him, blushing at how much taller her current position made him feel, even more than usual. "I-I don't think I can..." she told him, hoping he'd see she was trying, anyway.

"Would you like me to call Ms. Rowen in here?" he asked. "I'm sure she has something that can help you."

"No!" she shook her head. It was bad enough he was here to witness this... She didn't want the nurse there, too. She squatted deeper, squeezing her eyes shut, grunting. Finally, she felt something happen, felt a solid mass begin to push out against the back of her diaper... It took her by surprise at first, her instincts taking over and putting a stop to it, leaving behind just a sticky spot.

That was it, though. That would be enough, if she changed her mind and accepted the spanking, for Nanny to decide she needed to remain in diapers anyway... She had no doubt about that. She might as well give in and go all the way at this point. She got back into her mindset, pushing away all thoughts of where she was, what she was really doing, pretending she was in the bathroom, pushing again...

As soon as it started again, however, that illusion was shattered. If she was on a toilet, after all, she wouldn't feel her underwear swelling up behind her, growing heavier, sagging between her legs, every inch of it filling up with the mushy mass before starting to balloon outwards. She couldn't even pretend this was normal, that she was doing something an adult would do... She was pooping her pants, and there was no getting around it. This was what Summer did, what she'd relentlessly tease her older step-sister about when they were younger... Now, on the backs of her closed eyelids, she saw herself right beside the girl, squatting down and messing her diaper with her...

Her eyes shot open, trying to wash that image away, only to replace it with Mr. Montgomery, standing there, watching, a smile on his face. Her cheeks, already red from the strain, darkened even further as she tried to stop herself, certain this was enough to satisfy him... But it was too late. After working so hard to get it started, it was out of her control now. Her body had taken over, and it wouldn't be satisfied until it had completely emptied itself.

There was no way, really, the principal could know the difference, could sense the shift, yet, somehow, Valerie was sure he did, that he was aware she was helpless to it now, as much as any toddler. Things would already have been awkward between them, once she got back into high school, but now... How could he ever see her as an adult, after witnessing this? How could she see herself as one?! Any time she got called back into his office, she'd think of this...

"All done?" he asked, and, bashfully, she nodded, not even positive it was true. Slowly, she straightened herself back up, almost gagging as she felt the mush in her pants shift with her. "You don't do things halfway, do you?" he chuckled, poking at her swollen diaper with the paddle, laughing again at the squeal that produced from her. "If I was grading you, I'd give this mess an A+... And your potty training an F."

She blushed, hoping that was because of what she'd done, and not a confirmation of her fears over how much he knew about her level of continence at any given time. "C-Can I change now, please?" she sniffled meekly.

"No, of course not," he told her, her eyes snapping up from her own feet to his face in shock. "I can't trust you to change that thing in here; I don't want you making a mess everywhere. And I can't do it, that would be quite inappropriate, don't you think? No, I think Ms. Rowen is really the one who ought to handle this... But you've already been such a nuisance to that poor woman. I can't call her back in here... And I don't know if I can trust someone who would poop themselves in public to go to the nurse's office on her own."

Valerie's heart raced, trying to work out what he wanted now. "A-Are you going to take me there?" She could see him, leading her by the hand, her toddling along in her loaded diaper...

"I'm much too busy for that," he shook his head. 

"I can't stay like this!" Valerie exclaimed angrily. After he'd made her do this, he couldn't betray her this way! Nanny really wouldn't be happy if she walked in now!

"Then prove to me you can be a good girl," he said. 

"I already did!" she groaned, squirming in her dirty diaper. "What more do you want?!"

"Sit," he ordered. "Your little friends are long gone... You can use the chair now."

Valerie gulped, turning to look at the hard, wooden chairs Mr. Montgomery kept in his office. Those were uncomfortable in the best of times... And now... "Please, no!" she squirmed.

"Do you want this or not?" he shook the Pamper.

Valerie whimpered, staring at the chair again, before, reluctantly, stepping over to it. She'd already come this far, she reminded herself. How much worse could it be?

She got her answer right away, as she lowered herself onto the seat, the mess squelching beneath her, oozing between her legs, moving in ways she'd never imagined, instantly stripping her of any remaining shreds of maturity she was still clinging to. Pooping herself in front of Mr. Montgomery had been awful, indeed, yet somehow, this managed to be even worse. Being fully confronted with the consequences of that 'accident', unable to escape, every attempt to wiggle away just spreading it further, reminding her anew of what she'd done... She was no longer the senior class president; she was a toddler, one who had proven, yet again, she wasn't ready to potty train.

It was appropriate that it was a real baby diaper she was begging for, then, not one of these medical ones she was currently wearing, certainly not a pair of training pants, or, heaven forbid, real underwear. "P-Please," she reached out for the Pamper, "C-Can I have it now?"

"Of course," he smiled, handing it over, watching her clutch it to her chest before trying to hop off the chair. "Whoa, there... Where do you think you're going?"

She frowned, staring down at the diaper bulging between her legs, then the one in her hands. "Ch-Change?" It was hard to even form sentences in the moment, the humiliation was so overwhelming.

"I let you have your diaper," he told her. "I didn't say you could go get a change. Do you want one?" She nodded eagerly. "Then why don't you ask me?"

"P-Please," she sniffed. "C-Can I go to the nurse's office for a change?"

He shook his head. "That's not quite right," he said. "I know... Why don't you bounce?"

"Huh?" she blushed.

"Bounce in your seat and ask again," he ordered.

Her nose wrinkled at the very thought... But... If it was what she had to do... "P-Please," she repeated, bouncing in the chair, the mess squishing under her. "C-Can I...?"

"No, no," he cut her off. "That doesn't seem like it, either. I know... Why don't you use a baby voice? I'm sure you have one of those, don't you?"

"I-I guess..." She didn't want to have to do this again, so she put her all into it, making her voice as high as she could make it go, bouncing away. "P-Pwease," she simpered. "C-Can I go get a change?"

"Sure," he smiled, patting her on the head. "Run along." Once she was up off the chair, he gave her messy bottom a smack to send her on her way. She kept her eyes down as she hurried past the secretary, not knowing how much the woman had heard, yet knowing, since she was apparently a mother, she'd probably recognize the sight of a dirty diaper. Of course, she had to know who the Pamper had been for anyway...

As soon as she was out in the halls, she was searching for a clock, desperate to see what time it was. Sure enough, the bell was getting ready to ring, to flood the hallways with her former classmates, none of whom she wanted to see her as she was now, toddling around in a messy diaper. She needed to get to Ms. Rowen's office for a change, right away.

On the other hand... She paused for a moment as she neared the locker room door. Her backpack was in there, and her phone. She definitely needed a clean diaper, and Mr. Montgomery was probably right that her changing herself wasn't a great idea, especially after sitting and bouncing on the chair. However, Stacy's skirt had barely covered her panties... Wouldn't this all, essentially, been for nothing if Nanny showed up and found her in a diaper anyway?

Stacy's car might be unlocked, but running out to the parking lot herself was a bad plan, if she didn't know that for sure. It also meant she wouldn't have time to get a diaper change, too, without risking the principal getting suspicious. He'd notice if she had a different skirt on, of course, though maybe she could convince him it was some spare clothes Ms. Rowen had. He'd definitely know if she didn't get changed, however.

Thankfully, the PE class that had been in session was mostly in the showers when she pushed the door open and slipped inside. She was sure the ones who were getting changed saw her rush past, but, hopefully, they didn't recognize what she was wearing; if they did, they didn't say anything. She thought she was going to get away with it, until she turned the corner and found a janitor standing right in front of her locker, cleaning up her accident.

She didn't want to face anybody, in the state she was in now, yet there was no getting around it... She tugged at the skirt and marched up to the woman with as much dignity as she could muster. "E-Excuse me," she said. "I just need my backpack."

From the janitor's look, she was certain the woman knew the whole story, or could piece it together from what she was doing, and what Val was wearing. Valerie gulped, half expecting to be given another mortifying task to complete before she could do this, but, after a long moment, the janitor stepped aside. "Go ahead," she smiled. "I'm happy to see you're wearing protection now, so I won't have to do this again."

"Y-Yeah," Valerie blushed, grabbing her bag and her phone and hurrying away, already typing on her phone as she burst out into the hall. 'Stacy, I need you to go get my clothes from your car and bring them to the nurse's office, right away. This is urgent!'

She hit send, and, almost at the same time, the bell rang. She jumped in surprise, then, at the sight of the classroom doors opening, made as mad a dash as she could manage in the bulky, loaded diaper for the nurse's office. It was close, but not close enough for her to get there without some laughs and cat-calls; she just hoped everyone was so busy staring at her butt they didn't see who it was attached to.

She was glad to see the inside of Ms. Rowen's office, for once, even knowing - and being correct in her assumption - the woman would tease her for having such an utterly babyish accident. "This isn't going to look good on your chart," she told the girl as she wiped her clean. Thankfully, Val wouldn't have to worry about that chart for too much longer... She did worry when she didn't hear the chime of an answered text, however. Was Stacy ignoring her? 

"How precious," the nurse smiled, taping the baby diaper onto Valerie, helping her to her feet. Just as Val had suspected, the skirt was pointless, barely masking any of cartoon animals cavorting across the front of the Pamper. "You obviously belong in these... Why did anybody let you out of them to begin with?"

"I-I don't know," Val shrugged. Normally, she wouldn't have even bothered to engage, but she didn't want to leave the room until classes started again, and the halls were clear... And, hopefully, Stacy got to her. It was obvious Stacy was ashamed to be seen with her, since her fashion sense had seemed to go backwards a few years, or more, lately... Valerie wanted to explain that all to her, though she had no idea how she could do that without telling her the whole story, which even she didn't fully understand.

Her ears perked up at the sound of a tap on the door, although, as Ms. Rowen went to answer it, she hid behind the exam table. As much as she hoped it was her friend, she didn't want to be seen by her. And if it was somebody else... Well, she didn't want them to see her, either.

"Is, uh... Is Valerie here?"

Val let out a sigh of relief. Maybe Nanny wouldn't find out about her diaper, after all... She had a real shot, anyway.

"She is! Come on out, Valerie, your little friend is here to see you!" the nurse called, grinning when Val turned and gave her a shocked look over the table. "She brought you a present, too!"

"J-Just leave it there!" Valerie yelled. "Thank you, Stacy, I really appreciate it!"

"No, no," Ms. Rowen shook her head. "That's not very nice. Come get it from her yourself, or you aren't getting it."

"It's okay," Stacy said uncomfortably. "I can..."

"No, you can't," the nurse snapped. "Valerie Taylor, you get over here right now, or I'm going to take these clothes from your friend and throw them away."

Reluctantly, Valerie stepped out from her hiding spot, bashfully yanking on her skirt as she made her way to the door. She could tell, at first, Stacy was confused, had no clue what she was wearing, but, as she got closer, she could watch the expression on her friend's face change. "I-I'll explain later," Val blurted out.

"You can just... keep that stuff," Stacy said, gesturing towards the outfit she'd let Valerie borrow. "I gotta go..."

"I don't need these!" Valerie insisted as Stacy shoved her outfit into her arms. "I-I'm not a baby, it's just..."

"Her chart would say otherwise," Ms. Rowen cut in with a smirk. "Run along now... You don't want to be late for class, do you?" 

Stacy had never cared about that before, but now she nodded and rushed off, leaving Valerie behind to change clothes, and try to figure out how she could explain this away so that her friend didn't believe she really did need diapers.