The Bedwetters' Dorm - Chapter 2 (Patreon)

A continuation of this story, commissioned by an anonymous Patron. I will admit, the numbering on this might be a bit odd, since there was a second part put out already, but that was a spin-off, so I decided this could still qualify as chapter 2 anyway.

"Please," Roslyn begged on her knees, feeling especially ridiculous to be in that position while she was wearing a onesie and a bulky diaper. If there was anything that exemplified her fall from being one of the most popular girls in school to... this... it was having to get ready for bed and put that one, spending the rest of her evening dressed like an infant, waiting for that awful woman to come check her and confirm she was dressed properly, she couldn't imagine what it could be... And didn't want to.

Was it a blessing or a curse that she got to 'enjoy' so little of her evenings? Her bedtime was so early now, it was absurd, which meant she wasn't able to have fun with her old friends at all - those who refused to believe Anya's stories about her being a bedwetter, who she'd worked so hard to keep from noticing the diapers she wore under her skirt now - for fear that she'd be late getting back to her room, and have Miss Lydia waiting for her in her bedroom when she returned, with a hairbrush, or, worse still, that Miss Lydia would come looking for her.

"Don't be ridiculous," Miss Lydia sniffed. "You just wet the bed two nights ago, young lady."

Roslyn's face turned bright red, having hoped that Miss Lydia would have forgotten that. With all the students here, in the bedwetters' dorm, surely she couldn't keep track of when the last time each of them had actually done the deed that had landed them here in the first place. Then again, Miss Lydia seemed to have a special interest in her, thanks, most likely, to the fact that Roslyn was the only one of her charges who wore her diapers during the day, too.

And that was the whole reason this was happening. Roslyn didn't like being stuck here, obviously, especially since she didn't really wet the bed... Or didn't when she wasn't put to bed so early, and not let out of her room until morning. Try as she might to limit her liquid intake for the last part of the day, sometimes there was nothing she could do about having to pee before she was allowed to officially get up. What she hated the most, however, was the daytime diapers.

She hated having anyone - especially Miss Lydia, as cruel as she could be, though also Anya, who appeared to delight in her demotion - think she needed them, and the fact that Anya had been spreading rumors about her since she'd been forced to switch dorms meant that she had to be on constant guard, terrified someone who had heard those stories and resented her for how popular she was might, at any time, try to lift her skirt, to see if they were true. If they did, they'd find that they were true... Or, rather, that her wearing diapers was true. She could tell them that she didn't need them, but would they believe her? 

"I know," Roslyn fidgeted. "I-I'm not trying to get out of wearing them at night..." Not yet, anyway. "But I haven't used them during the day at all! You have to realize by now that I don't need them then!"

Miss Lydia peered down at her. "I'm not so sure about that," she shrugged. "I haven't seen you wet during the day, no... I have no way to know if you've changed yourself or not."

"Yes, you do!" Roslyn exploded, immediately regretting it, but not able to help herself. "I only go through two diapers a day! I put on a fresh one in the morning, and then change again after I take my shower before I get ready for bed! That's it!"

"And why should I believe that?" Miss Lydia asked, narrowing her eyes. "And how do I know that one you change out of is dry?"

"It is!" Roslyn pounded her hand on the floor in frustration. "It always, always is! You can look in the trash can in the bathroom, and...!"

"I think not," Miss Lydia wrinkled her nose. "We only have one bathroom, so you're hardly the only girl who uses that trash can, so there's no way for me to know which of those diapers in there are yours, if I was even willing to dig through it for the sake of this ridiculous story."

That was true, Roslyn had to admit reluctantly. "Well, then look at how many diapers I have!" she demanded, scrambling to her feet, ready to go to her dresser. "You're the one who gives them to me! If you see how many I have left, you can tell that I only...!"

"You think I really have time to remember how many diapers I give to each of my girls?" Miss Lydia scoffed, grabbing Roslyn by the wrist, stopping her well short of her destination. "You must think my job is very easy, don't you? Or do you just think that you are so important that I ought to dedicate this much extra time and effort to you specifically?"

Roslyn squirmed in place, heart pounding, praying that Miss Lydia would let her go. This was a very dangerous position to be in, and she knew it... One movement, and she could find herself over the woman's lap. She'd managed to avoid that so far, thankfully, having only ever gotten herself spanked by Anya... That had been more than bad enough, but from what the other girls in this dorm told her, Miss Lydia was far worse. "Th-That's not what I meant!" she insisted. "I-I just..."

And then, to her horror, she was being yanked back, dragged down, draped over Miss Lydia's knees. "So, you think I'm stupid, too?" Miss Lydia raised an eyebrow. "That I can't possibly understand what you said on my own?"

"No!" Roslyn squealed, struggling her hardest to wriggle free, Miss Lydia having no problem whatsoever holding her in place. "N-No, I-I'm sorry! I-I didn't...!"

The first spanking had been mortifying, especially when she'd wet the diaper Anya had put her into. She, of course, didn't want a repeat of that, but her one comfort now was knowing how unlikely that was, since Miss Lydia didn't have her usual hairbrush with her here, in Roslyn's room. There was no way it would happen again when the woman had only her hand to use, over top of Roslyn's diaper...

Except, she was bigger than Anya, stronger, and had far more experience. From the first swat, Roslyn knew she was in trouble, yelping and thrashing and begging for mercy that she knew wasn't going to come. Far sooner than she would have cared to admit - and sooner than it had happened with Anya, despite the lack of a hairbrush - she felt her bladder give way, her padding growing warm along with her backside, making the whole thing all the more humiliating. 

"Well, then," Miss Lydia told her when it was over, moving the blubbering Roslyn onto her bed, "I think it's time for your nightly check, isn't it?"

"Wh-What?" Roslyn sniffled, blinking up at her and wiping her eyes. "B-But you know I'm wearing my diaper, y-you felt it..."

That didn't stop Miss Lydia from unsnapping her onesie, however, revealing the wet diaper underneath. "Oh, Roslyn," she shook her head. "And here I thought you said you don't use your diapers during the day..."

Roslyn gasped. "I-I don't!" she whimpered. "I-I did it during the spanking... Y-You felt that, too, didn't you?"

From the smirk on Miss Lydia's face, she was certain she had, yet the woman shrugged. "There's no way to know for sure... If you had just behaved yourself long enough for me to check you before I had to spank you, then I would have, but now, I have to assume the worst... And keep you in daytime diapers for, say, the next month, to be safe."

"A-A month!" Roslyn exclaimed. "That's not fair!" Had it even been a full month since this nightmare had started? It was already starting to blend together for her... It definitely hadn't been much longer than that, so it seemed particularly unjust that she'd have to do it all over again because she'd had an accident during her spanking.

"Would you like to try for two?" Miss Lydia threatened, shutting Roslyn up instantly. "I'll tell you what... Since you seem so convinced, I'm going to give you a chance to prove yourself. If you can make it the whole month without any daytime accidents, then you can go back to big girl underwear at the end."

"O-Okay," Roslyn nodded. She'd hoped to get that now, and not in another month, but it was what she'd wanted, so, in a way, she supposed she'd won...

"Of course, for me to be confident you actually did it, I'm going to have to keep a much closer eye on you. I'm going to take all of your diapers to my room, and you're going to come to me to be put into them. What do you think about that, young lady? One of my oldest students, and the only one who can't be trusted to put her diapers on herself?"

Roslyn did not like that one bit, as she was sure was the point. At the very least, now she had to privacy to change herself... Leaving it all up to Miss Lydia, to diaper her up as snug as she liked, with as much baby powder as she wanted, felt like a step backwards. If this was what it would take, however... "A-All right," she agreed. "I-If that's what it takes..."

Miss Lydia looked a little surprised that she'd taken her up on the offer, but she went through with it anyway, forcing Roslyn to toddle down the hall every morning, and before and after every time she took a shower, to get her diaper put on or taken off, as the case may be. She had to make some more trips during the day, too, despite her insistence that she used only two diapers a day. Miss Lydia simply pulled her tapes tighter than Roslyn did, which made getting out of the diaper to use the bathroom during the school day much harder to do without ripping the plastic.

She stuck with it, though, knowing this was her only way out of diapers during the day... And she was working on a way to get rid of them at night, too. She'd wanted that all along, of course, but this latest indignity had energized her, made her extra aware of how absurd the whole thing was, and got her thinking about why the school would allow it, especially for their seniors. If nothing else, they should trust them to be able to handle this problem on their own, shouldn't they?

So she started to do a little digging into the school's rules, going over them with a fine-tooth comb, until, finally, she found it. It was so obvious, she didn't know how she, or any of the other seniors who had found themselves in this dorm over the years, hadn't found it before. Perhaps all the ones in the past had been genuine bedwetters, and thought they deserved this... But she wasn't, and she knew she didn't.

"See?" she told June, jabbing her finger at her phone's screen. "It specifically says that rules regarding hygiene become recommendations when students become seniors, and that they can no longer be punished for not following them. It's supposed to be a way to teach responsibility or something, to let us make those decisions for ourselves, after they've shown us what to do."

"And you think that applies to..." June fidgeted on her bed, surprisingly bashful of the word for someone who had been wearing them for far longer than Roslyn... Or, perhaps, it was saying it around Roslyn herself. "T-To our diapers, too?"

"Yes!" Roslyn rolled her eyes. "To that, and the curfew, too! All of it! And the spankings! That's not the sort of discipline that they're supposed to use on seniors! I mean, they can make us stay in this dorm, but otherwise, I don't think they're supposed to be doing any of this to us! We should be allowed to choose when we go to bed, and if we can get up to use the bathroom at night, and if we need to wear diapers!"

June looked at the wording again. "M-Maybe," she shrugged. "I-I don't know that Miss Lydia is going to agree, though..."

"And that is exactly why I'm not going to Miss Lydia with this," Roslyn grinned. "I'm going right to the headmistress."

"Wh-What?" June's eyes widened. "Th-The headmistress? I dunno, Roslyn... She's pretty scary..."

Roslyn rolled her eyes. "Is she really any scarier than Miss Lydia?" 

June nodded. "Yes!"

"You are such a baby," Roslyn huffed. It wasn't fair, she knew... June was one of the few people she could turn to reliably now, who knew her secret and wouldn't blab it, because she had her own to worry about. And Roslyn was the one who had to wear diapers during the day, and go to Miss Lydia to be changed... But she couldn't believe the girl would be such a chicken, when she was always complaining about how much she hated the way they were treated here. "Things are never going to change if we don't do something!"

"But what if it backfires?" June pouted. "What if..?"

"All right, fine," Roslyn shook her head. "I'm not going to go until my month is up." To be fair, she was intimidated enough by the headmistress that she didn't want to face her in diapers, though she did think June was being a chicken regardless. "You have until then to decide if you want to come back me up."

"I'm just not sure it's a good idea," June whined. 

Roslyn was certain she'd change her mind, that, with some time to think it over, she'd realize it was her duty to do this... But, on the day, when Miss Lydia finally had to admit that Roslyn had stayed dry for an entire month and could have her underwear back at last, June had still balked. "Oh," was all she could say when Roslyn told her it was time.

"Fine," Roslyn sighed. "I'll do it myself." And, filled with the confidence of someone who had finally earned her way back to big girl panties, and was ready to reclaim the rest of her former adult life, she marched right to the headmistress's office and knocked on the door. "Excuse me, ma'am?" she said, looking up at the woman when she answered, doing her best not to show how intimidated she was by her size. "We have a lot to talk about..."