Cotton Candy (Patreon)

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"Good night, Daddy!" Jessica typed, adding a kissy face emoji to the end.

"Night-night, Cotton Candy," he replied after a few moments. "Try to keep those Goodnites dry for once."

"Daddy!" she responded, with another emoji, this one sticking its tongue out. "You know I always do!"

"I thought you were going to bed," he teased. "Or do you need a spanking?"

"Fine! Love you!" She waited for him to say the same, then closed the messenger, switching over to Youtube. She knew she ought to get to work doing the homework she'd promised her Daddy she'd already done, but it was so boring... Surely even he would understand, if he ever found out somehow.

There were definitely times that Jessica wished they could meet, have him put her into diapers, and spank her, and do all the things he had her to do herself - or told her to, anyway - in person. It seemed so fun, so naughty... There were other times she was glad she hadn't worked up the courage to tell him where she lived yet, to start the process of working out how they could get together in real life.

Having someone to check up on her, to tell her to get her homework done, to set a bedtime for her, to make her punish herself when she was acting up, was all well and good when it was virtual, and if she didn't feel like doing any of it, she didn't have to; if he was actually there, it would have been something else entirely, no matter how much she liked to fantasize otherwise. 

As if to prove she'd done the right thing, ignoring her homework, she got a notification on her school e-mail address from the professor of that class, and, checking it, saw that he had a family emergency, and was going to be gone the rest of the week. "I have a substitute coming in, and he will be taking attendance, so don't think you can get away with skipping," he warned. "I expect you to turn in your assignments tomorrow anyway, but obviously I won't be able to start grading them until next week."

It was perfect, she thought, grinning. Or close enough... She would have liked for class to be called off, because she'd already been absent too many days to risk not showing up. This meant she wouldn't have to rush to finish - or start, for that matter - her project, though. She'd get it done over the week, give it to the sub at the end, and, if he tattled, she'd tell the professor the substitute must be mistaken, and have mixed hers up with someone else's, since she'd definitely done it on time.

She hadn't intended to sleep in, but, since that was her first class the next day, it didn't bother her too much when she woke up late, taking her time to change into a fresh Goodnite before climbing into her skinny jeans, her rainbow-striped tank top and oversized pink hoodie with cat ears. She took one last look in the mirror, rearranging the bright blue hair sweeping across her forehead, then headed out.

"Nice of you to join us," the unfamiliar man at the front of the class said as she walked in, looking out at the rest of the classroom. "Feel free to drop off your project, and I'll get your name for attendance later."

"Sorry," she shrugged. "I was up until like four last night... I made it, didn't I?"

The sub turned to her at last, looking a bit surprised for a moment. Jessica was used to it; her hair generally got that reaction at first. "So it seems," he spoke back up after a long couple seconds. "Make sure to turn in your paper."

"I already did," she fibbed. "While you were talking." She watched him, hoping he'd buy it, since it would make it so much easier... At the end of the week, she'd say she'd found a few spelling errors, and printed off a new revision, beg him to let her turn that in instead. He was a sub, so not only was he unlikely to say no if he thought that was all it was, he also probably wouldn't care to let her 'find' the old one to change it with herself. By then, he'd be almost done with them, ready to move on.

If he was actually paying attention, she could take Brittany's out and throw it away. She might do that anyway... Brittany deserved it, after rooming with Jessica freshman year. She'd seemed nice enough at first, but Jessica was sure she'd snooped through her things, found her Goodnites, tried to start rumors about her... That was the whole reason Jessica had begged her parents to pay extra for her to get a single room ever since. Or, if she was feeling charitable, and the subsitute wasn't watching, she'd just add her paper to the pile. 

"Hmm," he raised an eyebrow, but didn't question it further. "Go on and take your seat, then. My name is..."

"Bill Nye?" she mocked, unable to help herself. He was cute, actually, not too much older than her, from what she could tell, but most of her professors barely bothered to dress up at all... The fact that he had, and had chosen a bow tie to complete his look, just seemed silly to her.

"Mr. Dawson," he corrected sternly, his tone sending a little shiver down her spine. 

"Oh, sorry, Mr. Teacher, sir," she could barely keep herself from giggling, sauntering to her usual desk, giving her hips a teasing shake as she went, although she wasn't sure how visible it was through her huge hoodie. "My mistake. And there I go again! It's Mr. Substitute, isn't it?"

She was already trying to decide how much of this to tell her Daddy tonight... He'd definitely come up with some punishment for her to do to herself for being such a brat, which would at least be fun to think about, to imagine herself doing, even if she probably wouldn't bother... But that only made her want to do it more. Her Daddy was a teacher, too, so he was always telling her she should respect hers more, that they were just trying to help her learn.

She was so caught up in her fantasies, she wasn't listening to what he was saying at all, which she knew would make her Daddy so mad... She jumped a little when she saw him feet appear in front of her, a small wet spot appearing in her Goodnite in response. She didn't need them - though, now that she was living by herself, and wearing them every night, and most days, she'd been waking up soggy now and then - but they were good protection to have for times like this... And, really, wearing them was one of the only things her Daddy told her to do that she followed through on almost all the time.

"Yes, I was talking to you," he informed her. "Can you repeat anything I've said for the past five minutes, young lady?"

Jessica consider parroting those words back to him, but instead, had another, even better idea. "I could," she fibbed, "You're standing up, though... I wouldn't want you to fall down and hurt yourself when it puts you to sleep."

"Well," he replied, surprising her with a smile. "Aren't you clever? So clever, in fact, that I'd like to take a look at your paper... I'm sure the rest of the class could learn a lot from it. Why don't we take a look?" 

"Umm..." Jessica fidgeted in her seat, trying to come up with a reason to stop him.

"You were the last one in, so this top one must be yours," he declared, picking it up. "That's strange... Is your name Travis?"

"Maybe it is," she answered with a huff.

"Is it?" the sub asked the rest of the class.

"It's Jessica!" Brittany, of course, was the one to tell him.

He held the paper up, squinting at it. "No, this definitely says Travis on it. You must have made a mistake, Jessica... But you meant to turn it in, so I'm sure it's right there in your bag. Why don't you get it out for me?"

Jessica cursed inwardly, knowing she had to at least make a token effort now. She'd rifle through some things, then say she'd left it on her desk or something, that she'd have it for the next class... It would buy her a couple days, anyway. 

"Come on, Cotton Candy," he said. "Where is it?"

It didn't register, at first; she'd never heard the words out loud, in this context, at any rate. There was something about them that made her stomach twist, however, one hand moving upwards, towards her brightly colored hair, her eyes widening, the damp patch in her pants growing. 

No way... It had to be a coincidence... It was true, her Daddy was a teacher, and he hadn't told her where he lived, not wanting her to feel pressured to return the favor, but... It couldn't possibly be him... 

And yet... "What are you talking about?" she'd asked, the first time he'd called her that in chat, after getting up the courage to send him a picture. "Are you color blind? My hair isn't pink!"

"Cotton candy comes in more than one color," he'd reminded her. "The blue was always my favorite."

He was right, of course... Pink was what she automatically thought of when it was mentioned, but that didn't mean it was the only one available. If anyone else associated her hair with it, they'd never mentioned it to her... Until now.

She swallowed, nibbling her bottom lip, staring up at him. Across the room, she could feel the electricity as their eyes met, the smile was still on his face, widening, as he gave her a small nod. It was him... It was her Daddy. And he'd not only seen the bratty behavior she'd been so excited to tell him about, he'd been the one she'd done it to.

"Why don't I help?" he suggested, crossing the room in a flash, hand plunging into her bag, rummaging around, coming out with the last thing she wanted to see. "What is this?" he asked, holding it up, showing off the spare Goodnite she'd told him she always kept there to the rest of the class, earning plenty of snickers and giggles.

"Th-That's not mine!" she insisted. 

"Then whose is it, little lady?" he asked. "Why do you have it?"

"I-I babysit!" she lied. "I-It's... Hey!" He grabbed her hand, her heart skipping a beat as they touched for the first time. 

"Then what is that wet spot?" he demanded, pulling her to her feet.

"Th-There... I-It isn't!" she squealed, hands shooting her her crotch at the sound of more laughter. She didn't think she'd gone enough to soak through the Goodnite already, didn't feel anything... But wasn't confident enough to move her hands, knowing all eyes would be on her, that, if she was wrong, her classmates would notice the tiniest leak.

"Why don't you go clean yourself up, and get that paper for me?" he suggested. "I'm not sure I can trust you on your own, though... Let's see... Brittany, was it?"

She'd told him all about the troubles she'd had with the girl, and he must have seen her name, and the way Jessica had looked at her when she'd spoken earlier, assumed they were the same... Why else would he pick her, specifically? "Could you go with her?" She nodded, getting to her feet gleefully as Jessica was led by the wrist to the front of the class.

"Jessica," his voice grew quiet, just for the two of them. "Is there anything for you to fetch from your room? Or was that a lie, like you getting to bed on time last night?" Jessica gulped, shook her head. "I see," he responded. He took Brittany aside, whispering some words, and slipping some small object, to her, and then Brittany took her former roommate's hand, leading her away.

"I-It's not what it looks like," Jessica tried to tell the other girl as she was led through the halls. "I-I didn't... I-I don't... Hey, my dorm is the other way!"

But they weren't going to her dorm... Brittany took her to the staff parking lot, to an unfamiliar car, taking keys out of her pocket to unlock the trunk, removing what looked an awful lot like a diaper bag from it, and returning to the classroom.

"There was no paper, Mr. Dawson," she reported. "But I did find this."

"No!" Jessica stomped her foot. "That's not... I-It isn't mine!"

Nobody was listening to her, however, not when they were busy watching the teacher pull out baby powder, baby lotion, a full-blown adult diaper - so much bigger and bulkier than Jessica had imagined, seeing one in person for the first time - an enema bag, and, finally, a large, wooden hairbrush. "It certainly sounds like you were fibbing, Cotton Candy," he said, twirling the last object in his hand. "I don't know how things usually go here, but I don't stand for that sort of behavior in my class."

Jessica gasped as he grabbed her, pushing her over the desk, her backside sticking out. He wouldn't... He didn't dare... She closed her eyes, bracing herself for the impact, but it didn't come, not yet... There was something far worse first, as he pushed her hoodie up, out of the way, and she felt a tug, then a cool breeze on her bare legs.

"That Goodnite was for your babysitting charge?" he asked, running his hand along the soggy one around her waist. "I think you were fibbing about that, too, weren't you?"

"Y-Yes!" she admitted, cheeks burning as she heard the laughter, as her classmates saw her most hidden secret. "I-I'm sorry! Pl-Please, don't...!"

The Goodnite came down next, leaving her pale, bare bottom on display. "There's your problem," he declared. "It doesn't look like you've ever been spanked... Is that right?"

"N-No, sir," she mumbled, shaking her head, knowing that was only going to make things worse, when she'd claimed she'd given herself quite a hard spanking just a couple days ago, one that supposedly had kept her from sitting down all the previous day, that never would have healed completely already...

"We can fix that," he told her, Jessica flinching as he began to rub the hairbrush across her exposed backside. "And I have a feeling that will go a long way towards fixing your attitude."

Whether that would turn out to be true or not, it was hard to say... All Jessica knew was that the fantasies she'd told her Daddy about, of getting punished just like this, by one of her teachers, in front of class, were nothing like the real thing, that she was bawling her eyes out within the first three swats, well before she could feel her bottom swelling, turning pink, starting to throb... 

"There's no real point in putting this back on you," he said, when it was over, poking at the Goodnite between her legs, before ripping it off. "Especially since I don't think you've learned your lesson yet... I think this diaper is much better for a pants-wetting little liar like you."

"I-I don't wet my pants," Jessica pouted, blushing as her Daddy dropped the Goodnites into the garbage with an audible squish, proving her wrong. "I-I don't need diapers!" 

But there was already one there waiting for her, big and bulky, pink as her hoodie, crinkling loudly before it was even on, when he first picked her up, wriggling and whining, and set her down in the middle of it. Next to it, her Goodnites might as well have been regular panties... She could feel her maturity melting away as he powdered her up, taped her into it, trying not to think about how many phones must be out, filming this.

"I'll keep these," Daddy folded her jeans up, once he was done, letting her sit on the desk in a daze, prodding at the giant, padded garment in horror. "They wouldn't fit over that anyway... Besides, it matches your hoodie perfectly!"

"B-But... I-I can't walk around... I-I..." The diaper was hardly on, and already, she felt warmth spreading through it, imagining herself walking across campus, even just to her room, with no bottoms. Her hoodie was big, and it would hide some of it... Not all, though. And the part that was exposed was, itself, showing off a hint of another shade of pink, the evidence of her spanking. "I'm not a baby!" she kicked her legs, fuming.

"Another lie," Daddy sighed, shaking his head. "And I thought you'd learned... "Brittany, can I get your help again? Go fill this up for me." 

"Da... M-Mr. Dawson, no!" Jessica squealed, seeing him hand over the enema bag.

"Warm would be best," he instructed. "Cold would cause her to cramp up more, and make it harder for her to hold it... And we wouldn't want that, would we?" The pair exchanged a wink, the poor girl on the desk whimpering, knowing what was going to happen now.

"I bet you haven't had one of those, either," Daddy said, as they waited for Brittany to return.

That was another thing he'd told her to do; she loved the idea of them, had claimed to buy an enema bag, and then chickened out before getting even that far, much less daring to try to give herself one in her dorm room. Just like everything else, the reality of it, of having it happen here, now, in front of the class, was far less fun than the fantasy... Not that it mattered at this point.

"N-No, sir," she confessed.

"I didn't think so," he patted her on the head. "Don't worry, we'll take it slow... And then, to make sure you get the full effect, you can stay in it, in the corner there, until lunchtime. You don't have any more classes until then, do you?"

That was one of the few things she'd always been truthful with him about, though now, she regretted it, knowing that meant she'd be spending the next few hours standing in the corner, her full diaper, and red bottom, on display, listening to her Daddy teach, living through so many of her darkest, dirtiest dreams at once... And, for the first time, worrying about what the consequences for them were going to be. 

"Perfect!" Daddy smiled, taking the bulging enema bag back from Brittany, Jessica certain she could see dew forming on the outside, like it would on a glass of nice, cool water on a hot day... "All right, Cotton Candy... Hop down, nose in the corner."

Jessica obeyed, shuffling over, diaper rustling loudly with every waddling step, praying her obedience would be enough to show him she'd changed already, that she was done being a brat, that she'd never sass him, or her other teachers, again... Until she felt the hose being slid down, into the padding, then up into her bottom, and the flow began, leaving her squirming and squealing, knowing there was no stopping it no, no getting away from this, or the consequences, until she'd filled her pants like the naughty little toddler she'd told her Daddy she wanted so badly to be, that she'd been pretending she was for him...

But this was no fantasy, and, for once, she had no choice other than to accept the consequences, no matter how messy, and humiliating, they turned out to be.