Violet's Easter Outfit (Patreon)

"Are you sure it's okay, Grandpa?" Violet asked. "I don't want to be any trouble..."

"Well, of course, dear," he replied. "If you want me to talk to your school and see about getting you back into the dorm, though, I could..."

"No," Violet shook her head quickly. "You don't have to do that, Grandpa! I don't think it would make any difference anyway... My RA doesn't like me for some reason, so she's happy to see me gone."

"I'm sure that's not true," he told her, giving her a hug. "How could anybody not like you?"

There were, in fact, plenty of reasons; Violet was right, however. Having her grandfather talk to anybody at her college wouldn't do anything to get her back in the dorm, because she was no longer enrolled there. Her grades had just fallen too far, and it had come down to either dropping out, or failing out in the next few weeks, and the former had felt slightly less embarrassing. 

She wasn't about to tell him that, though, and she definitely didn't want to tell her parents, which was why she had decided to come to her Grandpa instead of them. They'd ask more questions, be more suspicious about her motives for moving back in when she'd been so excited to go live in the dorms, away from them... But Grandpa had always spoiled her, and he would definitely believe whatever she said, so she could take it easy here until she was ready. Plus, Grandpa lived much closer to her school, so it made more sense for her to pretend she was only there because of a misunderstanding at the dorm than it would if she went all the way back home.

"We're going to have so much fun together," she smiled. All she could think of was how, when she was younger, she'd spend a week or two every summer with her grandparents, and how amazing that had been... This was going to be like that the whole time!

"Of course we will," he nodded. "Now, I do have some rules that you have to follow while you're here..."

"I know, I know," Violet said. "I remember! Don't worry, I won't keep you up too late, and I won't make a mess..." Even those, she knew, weren't hard and fast rules, as she'd broken them plenty of times during those summers. He was a big softie, and he'd never dream of yelling at her, much less disciplining her... She was his youngest granddaughter, after all!

"It's not as simple as..." he started.

"I'm going to respect your house, and you," she rolled her eyes. "And I'll help out around the house... All of that! I'm not a kid anymore!" This was probably about how she'd gotten a little crazy that last summer, knocked his TV over... But that wasn't going to happen again!

"You're always a kid to me, Violet," he told her. "It doesn't matter how old you are, or how long you go to school, I'll always see you as my sweet little granddaughter."

Violet couldn't help but giggle. "That's me," she smirked. "Just a sweet, innocent little girl..."

"Didn't you have classes today?" Grandpa frowned as Violet stumbled into the kitchen, yawning. 

That was one thing she hadn't taken into account with this plan... He was retired, so he was always here, pretty much, and his memory was still going strong. Better, in some ways, than hers, since it was easy for her to forget what days she decided to go out and shop, and hang out with friends, and pretend she'd been at college when she got home.

It might have been simpler for her to stick to her old schedule... She could probably dig that up from the trash bin in her e-mail account, somewhere, and it would give her an idea of what to do to make her deception more realistic. She'd had a lot of early morning classes, however, which was part of why she'd missed so much, and was doing so badly, and now that she wasn't enrolled anymore, there was no way she was doing that.

"My first one got canceled," she shrugged. "I'm heading out for the next one in a couple minutes." He eyed her suspiciously, looking at her PJs and her messy hair, certainly not seeming like she was going to be ready to leave the house. "I know," she pouted. "I slept in! I needed to get some coffee... But by the time I get it the way I like it, I'm going to be late..."

He knew, by now, what she was hinting at, and reached into his pocket with a slight smile, taking out some money. "Get some at the shop on campus, then," he told her. "Just don't be late."

"I won't!" she chirped, hurrying back to her room. He always gave her way more money than she actually needed... She'd told him the coffee shop on campus was expensive, but had never elaborated, and he'd never asked for change back, so she didn't give him any. He was used to spending money on food... He'd never learned to cook, beyond a few simple things, so he'd been ordering out since his wife had died. That hadn't changed now that Violet was here, as she was also pretty useless in the kitchen.

She threw on some clean clothes, brushed her hair, and then peeked into the kitchen on her way out. "You know," she said, as casually as she could manage, "Easter is coming up..."

"If you want to spend it with your parents, I understand," he replied. "That's too far for me to drive, though."

The nice thing to do would have been to offer to drive him there, but Violet wasn't confident they wouldn't be able to weasel the truth out of her while she was there. "I wouldn't want you to spend it all alone," she told him. 

"I'm not sure I'm up for hiding eggs or anything for you anymore, either," he said.

"I'm not a kid anymore," she rolled her eyes. "But... I do kind of miss getting a new outfit for Easter..."

"Well," he smiled, "maybe we'll see what we can do about that."

It wasn't quite what she'd hoped for, but it was a start... She couldn't imagine him going out and shopping for her - and she wasn't sure she'd want whatever he picked out - so, now that she'd planted the idea in his head, hopefully at some point before the holiday, he'd give her some money to buy something for herself. Or, better yet, perhaps he'd let her use his credit card, and then she could get herself something really nice.

Violet turned to leave, only to be surprised by the sound of the doorbell. "Are you expecting company, Grandpa?" she asked.

"I wanted it to be a surprise," he sighed, "but your first class got cancelled... But, yes. I'm thinking of hiring someone to help around the house... Be a dear and let her in for me, will you?"

Help around the house... That would be nice. Unlike cooking, Violet was capable of cleaning, and vacuuming, and she'd promised Grandpa she would help with it, but when it had come time to actually make good on that, she'd always find a way out, claiming she had homework, or that she was too tired from school... She could do that stuff, she just hated it. And, as guilty as it made her feel from time to time, Grandpa wasn't willing to force her to do it, so, as long as she could get away from it with a single, weak excuse... Well, that's what she was going to do.

The woman at the door was rather tall, or seemed that way, anyway, as Violet looked up at her, seeing her standing at the door, looking so professional, so mature. Violet suspected she wasn't much older than her, yet the way she carried herself made her seem like she was. "Oh, hey," she said. "You must be the maid. Grandpa's right through there."

She pointed, the woman following her finger with her eyes, which were scanning Violet with clear disapproval. "I-I'd take you in, but I have school," Violet shrugged. "Good luck!"

In her mind, she was wishing the woman the opposite; she didn't seem like any fun at all. It didn't take her long to forget about the whole thing, however, as she went out and had fun, until she got home that afternoon to see the woman's car still in the driveway.

"Violet," her Grandpa introduced her after she stepped inside, "this is Ms. Downing. She's going to be taking care of things here."

"Oh, right," Violet nodded. "The maid."

"That's not quite the right word," Ms. Downing sniffed. "I see myself as more of a... caretaker."

"She's very qualified," Grandpa added. "And she's an excellent cook... She made lunch, and it was delightful. Now we won't have to order out every night!"

"Oh..." Violet pouted. "I guess that's good..." She was definitely going to miss that... Then again, she'd also been eating out for lunch every day, when she was supposedly going to the cafeteria at her school, so it wasn't going away forever by any means.

"And how was school, Violet?" Ms. Downing asked.

"I-It was fine," Violet chuckled. It was the same answer she gave to Grandpa when he was curious, and he usually left it at that.

Ms. Downing, however, wasn't so easy to please. "Was it? Why don't you tell us something you learned today?"

"Umm..." Violet squirmed on the spot, wracking her brain to think of something from the last time she had been to class. "I-I dunno..."

"Hmm," the woman pursed her lips. "It doesn't seem like you're getting your money's worth at that school, then. Perhaps you should try another one. I happen to know of a very good one nearby..."

"Wh-What?" Violet frowned, glancing over at her Grandpa. "No, I-I'm not going to switch schools now... All my friends are at this one!"

"Maybe that's the problem," Ms. Downing shrugged. "Maybe they're distracting you."

"No, they aren't!" Violet stomped her foot in frustration, yelping as Ms. Downing grabbed her by the upper arm. "Hey! What do you think you're doing?!"

"Something that should have been done a long time ago," Ms. Downing told her sternly as she pulled her into her bedroom... And over her lap.

"You can't do this!" Violet squealed, kicking her feet. "You have no right..! Ow!" She gasped as Ms. Downing's hand smacked down hard on her wiggling backside, tears springing to her eyes immediately. It had stung, certainly, but the reaction was more from humiliation than pain, at least for now. She was a college student! Or she had been, anyway... She was definitely an adult, still! How dare this stranger think she could spank her like a little girl?! "Let me go, you...!"

"I wouldn't finish that sentence if I were you, young lady," Ms. Downing warned. "I had a feeling something was up from the moment I saw you this morning... For someone who was supposedly going to school, you didn't have any books with you, or any bag big enough to carry any."

"M-Maybe they're all digital," Violet squirmed. "Y-You don't know!"

"I do now," Ms. Downing smacked Violet's bottom again, earning another squeak from the girl. "I asked your grandfather what school you went to, and I gave them a call..."

Violet winced. "Y-You did?"

"I did," Ms. Downing confirmed. "And they told me they hadn't had a student there with your name for quite a while now... So, young lady, I can either tell your grandfather that, and you can explain what you've really been doing all this time, and we can leave it up to him... Or you can agree to 'switch' schools...."

"Fine, fine!" Violet groaned, not happy at the idea of having to go back to taking classes again. "D-Does this mean the spanking is over?"

"Oh, not by a long shot," Ms. Downing told her, sliding the girl's panties down, and off her feet, letting them fall to the floor. "It's just getting started..."

Ms. Downing, it turned out, was a very good cook, although it was hard for Violet to fully enjoy the food when she was constantly squirming, trying to get comfortable on her burning backside. 

And the next day, somehow, was even worse, as Ms. Downing woke her up bright and early, and gave her a uniform to put on, a white button-up shirt with a tie, a navy jumper, white knee socks, and black Mary Janes. And, to cap it off, Ms. Downing put her hair into pigtails.

"I look like a kid!" Violet whined to Grandpa. 

"Nothing wrong with that," he told her. "You're still my little girl, aren't you?"

"W-Well, yes," Violet pouted. "But..." 

"Come along," Ms. Downing ordered. "I wouldn't want you to get lost on the way to your new school, so I'm going to drive you."

Violet wasn't sure she would have wanted to wander around town dressed this way - that was begging to be mistaken for a schoolgirl, and potentially have a truant officer called on her - but she also wasn't pleased to have the choice taken away from her, to be shoved into the back seat of the woman's car, and then marched into the building, surrounded by more young women, dressed the same as her.

"You are all here for a very specific reason," her new teacher lectured her, and the other two new students who had showed up that day. "This is your second chance... And I would suggest you take it seriously, because I can promise you won't like what happens if you don't. There are a lot of rules here, and you are expected to follow all of them, no exceptions..."

There were, indeed, quite a few of them, with the other students being called on to parrot them, being scolded if they messed up a single word, or put them out of order. Violet squirmed as she watched the display, barely able to process the words as she looked on at what her future might hold...

She really should have paid a bit more attention, however, as there were several little things she missed, most of which earned her a swat with a ruler - which was extra painful after her spanking the night before. One was much worse, though, when she raised her hand in the middle of class and asked to be excused to the restroom.

"You know better," the teacher snapped. "Once class is started, there is no leaving. You can use the bathroom in between classes, and if you can't wait that long... Well, there are other arrangements that can be made." From the way the students giggled, Violet had a feeling she didn't want to know what that meant. 

Unfortunately, she really needed to pee, and hadn't gone after her last class because she'd hoped to get a hall pass, to give her a break from all these boring lectures... So she had to fidget and squirm, her bladder growing more and more full until she got up from her seat defiantly. What was the worst they could do to her?

"Sit down right now, young lady," her teacher ordered, taking a paddle from his desk. Violet obeyed instantly, pressing her thighs together desperately, and managing to mostly wait until the bell... Mostly. Nobody would have been the wiser, if the teacher hadn't stopped her after class, lifting her skirt and giving her a panty inspection right in front of the other students, showing off her little wet spot... And sending a note home with Violet explaining what she'd done.

Violet wasn't sure what to do... She didn't want her Grandpa to know she'd peed her pants like a toddler... He'd probably understand, since he thought she was just some little kid still anyway, but she didn't want to confirm it this way! She didn't want to tell Ms. Downing about it, either, though, and make it seem like she actually belonged at this awful school. 

So she hid it among the frankly disturbing amount of homework she'd been assigned so she could think about it, and, as she sat on the floor in the living room, where Ms. Downing could keep an eye on her - or, as the woman claimed in front of Violet's Grandpa, be close by if Violet needed any help - doing her assignments, she scribbled Ms. Downing's name on the note, thinking that would be the end of it.

"I know where the school is now," Violet declared the next morning. "I can drive myself! I don't want to give Ms. Downing any more work to do, when there's already so much..."

"It's no trouble at all," Ms. Downing insisted.

Violet grumbled inwardly. "Are you sure?" she asked. "With Easter coming up," she eyed Grandpa, hoping he would take the hint. "I bet you have a lot to take care of..."

"That's right," Grandpa nodded. "That is almost here... And you look so adorable in your new outfit."

"Wh-What?!" Violet fumed, glancing down at herself. "No, this doesn't count as my new Easter outfit!"

"They're new clothes, aren't they?" Ms. Downing asked. "And your grandfather had to pay for them... I think it was very generous of him, and that you ought to be more..."

"No, no," Grandpa shook his head. "Maybe she's right. Maybe she ought to have something else, too."

"I can do it!" Violet offered quickly. "I-I mean, just so you don't have to worry... I could drive myself to school, and then go shopping..." 

"Nonsense," Ms. Downing interrupted. "I love nothing more than shopping for Easter clothes for little girls like you."

"I'm not a little girl!" Violet glared at her, the words sounding hollow when she was sitting at the breakfast table in pigtails and a schoolgirl uniform, knowing she had a note in her backpack about how she'd peed her pants the day before. It didn't help that she was clearly the only person at the table who agreed with those words, either.

She knew the secret to pulling off a deception like this was to act natural, so she did her best to pretend nothing was wrong as she handed the note over to her teacher, walking back to her desk at as normal a speed as she could manage, despite how badly she wanted to break into a run to get away from him. She hadn't quite made it when he called her name, ordering her back to the front of the class.

"Do you think I trust you to be honest on your own?" he demanded. "There's a reason you're at this school, young lady... I gave your caretaker a call this morning, and she knew nothing about this note... So, why don't you explain how her signature is on here?"

"Umm..." Violet fidgeted, staring down at her Mary Janes. 

"That's what I thought," the teacher sighed, giving his desk a pat. "Up on here." Violet looked at him in confusion, forcing him to practically lift her up onto it, laying down. Then, with one hand, he lifted her legs by the ankles, exposing her bottom for his other hand to deliver a harsh spanking in front of the whole class, capping it off with a question. "Do you know what this position is called, young lady?" Violet was crying too hard to answer, but she would have had to shake her head anyway. "This is the diaper position... And you're about to discover why I decided to use it."

To Violet's horror, he opened one of the drawers in his desk and pulled out a big, bulky diaper. "N-No!" she gasped, trying to wriggle away as she heard the rest of the class laugh at her. "I-I don't need... that!"

"You do," the teacher countered. "You couldn't use the bathroom properly yesterday, you failed to tell your caretaker about the incident, you handed me a forged note... And your caretaker told me some very interesting things about your behavior before you arrived here. I'd say you need this very much, and have for a long time... And your caretaker agreed."

The spanking had worn Violet out enough that there wasn't much she could do to stop it, to keep herself from having the crinkly garment slid under her bottom, tugged up between her legs, taped into place... In no time, she was standing in the corner, sniffling, the back of her jumper tucked into the waistband of the diaper as it was put on display, along with the redness peeking out from beneath it, ensuring everyone knew that she wasn't just incapable of keeping her pants dry - she was very naughty, too.

She couldn't face Ms. Downing this way, she just couldn't! But it wasn't a large school, and rumors as juicy as what had happened to her spread fast, so any time she tried to sneak into the bathroom to tear the diaper off, she was stopped by other students who teased her, asking what she needed to go in there for when she was wearing her bathroom.

They were asking for it, really... What was she supposed to do?! It was all so humiliating, so frustrating... Was it any wonder she took a swing at one of the girls? Of course, the school didn't see it that way, and Violet had to face Ms. Downing even sooner than she expected, as the woman came to the Headmistress's office to pick her up, bottom freshly spanked for the second time that day, and once more stuck in the corner, guaranteeing that there was no way for Ms. Downing to miss what she was wearing beneath her jumper.

"Well, that was certainly quick," Ms. Downing said as they drove back home. "Two days, and you already got yourself expelled."

"Good!" Violet sulked in the back seat. "I don't belong there anyway!"

"I have to agree," Ms. Downing replied, to Violet's surprise. "You clearly aren't ready for it."

That was a relief... Violet had been worried Ms. Downing would be upset with her, but she seemed to be taking it rather well. And now that she was done with that awful school, she'd never have to worry about having to wear diapers ever again!

Or so she thought, until they got home, and Ms. Downing took her to her room. "Wh-What the hell are all those?!" she gasped, looking at her beside table, which was now surrounded by package after package of diapers, a few loose ones resting on the table itself.

"Did you already forget?" Ms. Downing whisked Violet's jumper off of the girl's head, tossing it aside. "Does that jog your memory?"

"But why are they here?!" Violet whined, pouting as Ms. Downing continued to undress her, stripping her of the school uniform. "I don't need them!"

"No, Violet... You don't need your uniform anymore, but you definitely need your diapers. Just look at how soggy you are."

"That doesn't count!" Violet stamped her foot. "I-I couldn't get into the bathroom, and then the stupid Headmistress put me in the corner, and...!"

"You don't get it, do you?" Ms. Downing shook her head. "I should have expected that, as bad as you are at paying attention. In a sense, that school was your last chance... But only because if you fail there, you have to start all over again. They explained it to you on your first day, I'm sure, though I suppose expecting you to listen when you're being spoken to is too much to ask. You are going back to nursery school, young lady, for however long it takes for you to learn to behave yourself... Then we'll see about you getting to move up to kindergarten, and then elementary school, and then..."

"No, I'm not!" Violet shook her head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry at the ridiculous thing the woman had said. She was in college! She wasn't going to go back and do the rest of school all over again, and she definitely wasn't going to start in nursery school! "I'm not a baby!"

"You aren't," Ms. Downing agreed. "Which is why your behavior is so unacceptable. Don't worry, though... At least you won't have to worry about a uniform anymore. The only thing you're required to wear are these," she gave Violet's diaper a pat before laying her down on a changing mat on the floor and untaping it. "Now, do you want to wear this?" she held up a pink diaper, "Or this?" She showed off a white diaper. Both were covered in a babyish pattern, looking so much more humiliating than the plain one she'd been put in at school.

"I don't want either!" Violet crossed her arms. "I'm not a baby! I'm not wearing diapers!" Ms. Downing ignored her, starting to unfold the pink diaper, showing no signs of stopping, of changing her mind, until, in a tiny voice, Violet said, "Th-The white one, please."

It was, she thought, a little better than the pink one, though, once it was on, she wasn't so sure. It felt much thicker than the one from school, too, and she'd just barely gotten used to the feel of that. She squirmed, trying to push her thighs together as Ms. Downing dressed her.

The woman stopped short, however, putting her into only a shirt... A shirt that Violet saw, when she glanced at herself, was clearly part of a set of pajamas. "B-But it's early," she sniffed. "I-It's not time for bed..."

"It is for naughty girls like you," Ms. Downing told her. "You need lots of rest to get all that grumpiness out before you start at your new school... Besides, you don't have any homework to worry about. Now, let's go say goodnight to your grandfather."

"B-But..." Violet tugged at the hem of the shirt, knowing there was no way to hide the entire diaper with it... And there was also no way for her to keep the woman from dragging her through the house that way, standing her in front of her Grandpa in the humiliating outfit. "G-Grandpa!" she wailed. "Sh-She says I hafta wear diapers, and go to nursery school! It's not fair!"

"I think it sounds like just what you need," he told her, kissing her on the forehead. "Goodnight, Violet... And be sure to thank Ms. Downing for picking out that Easter outfit for you. You were right... That other uniform wasn't quite right. This suits you much better. Little girls like you need lots of rest, so I'm sure you'll get plenty of use out of it, when you aren't at school."

"B-But..." Violet repeated, staring down at herself, thinking of all those diapers in her room. Were those supposed to be her Easter clothes?! Sure, maybe she'd been planning on taking advantage of her Grandpa a little, getting herself some nice, designer clothes, and maybe some other stuff, while she had his credit card... But that didn't mean she deserved to end up like this! Did it?

Ms. Downing accompanied her into the bathroom, watching her like a hawk as she brushed her teeth, refusing to let her anywhere near the toilet. "I-I really need to go," Violet whined, only to be dragged back to her room and put in her bed. "R-Really," she sniffled, staring up at the woman. "L-Like... I-I don't just have to pee, ma'am..."

But the only sympathy she got was a teddy bear pushed into her arms to keep her company, and a pat on her diaper to remind her of the fate, and Easter outfit, she'd earned for herself.