The Bedwetters Dorm - Chapter 3 (Patreon)

"Hmm," the headmistress nodded as she stared at her monitor, having looked up the rules that Roslyn had told her to. "Yes, I suppose you do have a point."

Roslyn let out a sigh of relief, almost on the verge of bursting out laughing, hearing her say those words. That had been what she was waiting for ever since the mix-up that had landed her in the bedwetters' dorm... Nobody ever listened to her after that, at least those staff members who were aware of where she was staying, and all her authority as a senior had vanished as well, among those other students who believed Anya's story. All she'd needed was one person - the right person - to tell her that they believed her, were on her side...

"So," Roslyn slid forward in her hard, wooden chair, "I was thinking..."

"Oh, no," the headmistress shook her head. "That's a very dangerous thing for someone like you... Maybe you should just sit back and leave that to the adults."

Roslyn froze, warmth flooding into her face. "Wh-What did you say?" she frowned, fidgeting.

"Little girls who still pee their pants don't need to think," the headmistress stood up, towering over Roslyn even more now that the girl was sitting, staring up at her with an ever-increasing sense of discomfort. "All they need to do is what they're told."

Roslyn shook her head. "N-No," she fought through the shiver running up her spine. "D-Don't you get it? I-I'm a senior, too, and..."

"And you are right about one thing," the headmistress cut her off once more. "Seniors who can't keep their pants dry are different from other students... You can still expect it from some of the younger students, but our seniors are supposed to be the best of the best. We really shouldn't be putting up with this behavior from them, letting them think this is acceptable..."

"N-No, that isn't..." Roslyn swallowed anxiously.

"Just like they shouldn't think that it is acceptable to march into my office and demand any sort of changes," the headmistress narrowed her eyes, Roslyn shrinking back, the pointed words hitting her like spears. "Except of their pants, and even that is hardly my department, is it?"

"B-But..." Roslyn whimpered.

"All right, then, young lady," the headmistress's hand whipped out, clamping around Roslyn's wrist. "I know exactly how to deal with troublemakers like you..."

Roslyn squirmed desperately, but there was nothing she could do to avoid being yanked out of her seat, the headmistress sitting down in her spot, and then dragging Roslyn over her lap. A gasp escaped her lips as her arm was twisted behind her back, held there with one of the headmistress's hands, while the woman's other hand found its way to her wiggling backside, resting gently - yet threateningly - against it. For the first time, she almost wished she was still in diapers, so she wouldn't feel that hand's caress quite so vividly, so that the padding would have offered her some protection...

"I-I'm not trying to make any trouble!" she insisted, thrashing futilely. "Th-The rules..."

"Oh, you silly girl," the headmistress chuckled, Roslyn letting out a yelp as her hand suddenly whipped back and slapped hard against her bottom. She tried to convince herself it was the lack of warning that made it sting so much, more than any other spanking she'd been through in this place so far... But she had a bad feeling that wasn't all there was to it. "You're so worried about the rules... Well, don't worry. I'm going to make sure those are fixed, once I'm done with you."

Roslyn gasped, shaking her head. "N-No, you don't have to fix anyth... Ow!" Even expecting it, bracing herself, the next spank was just as bad as the first, and already, to her horror, she felt a squirt of wetness in her panties, happening far faster than it had any other time she'd been spanked. "Pl-Please," she sniffled, seeing where this was going. "I-I'll be good... I-I won't say anything to anyone else about this, I promise..."

"How can I know you haven't already?" the headmistress asked, Roslyn squirming as much as she could, knowing that she, in fact, had... She doubted June would have the guts to do anything about it herself, but she did know, and she could pass that knowledge on to somebody who would... "Besides, seeing you here, like this, showed me exactly what kind of person a senior who still wets the bed is, and how much care and guidance they still need..."

"But I don't!" Roslyn exploded, kicking her feet in frustration. "I am not a...! Ouch!"

It was just an extra indignity, having this woman think she truly did wet the bed... Of course, in a sense, she did, though only when she was made to go to bed so early, and not allowed to use the bathroom once she was tucked in... But that wasn't fair! That didn't count! Anyone in that situation would have an accident every now and then! It didn't mean she was a bedwetter! It didn't mean she belonged in that dorm! And it definitely didn't mean she deserved to get spanked!

And yet... Here she was, her backside getting thoroughly tanned, the headmistress not letting up now, raining smack after smack on her vulnerable rear. Roslyn's protests quickly faded away, replaced by squeaks and squeal and cries of pain, embarrassed by how quickly she felt the tears start to trickle down her cheeks... And as her bladder started to give way a bit more, dampening her panties a little at a time as she fought to keep it under control, fearful of what would happen if she fully peed her pants, right on the headmistress's lap, struggling with all her might to prevent it...

But, of course, it hardly mattered. Try as she might, there was no escaping the blows, and, as she blubbered like a little baby, she felt the floodgates open, and, this time, there was nothing she could do. "What do you think you're doing, young lady?!" the headmistress demanded, Roslyn groaning, knowing that meant it was obvious now, that the wetness must be soaking through her skirt, showing through her clothes. The woman pushed her away, Roslyn crouching in fear, feeling the urine dribbling through her panties, making a puddle beneath her as she did her best to stop it, and failed completely.

"Look at this mess!" the headmistress shook her head in disgust, walking around her desk. "I hope you don't think this is getting you out of your punishment, young lady..." She opened up a drawer, pulling out a paddle that made Roslyn's knees give out in fear, dropping her into the waiting puddle, getting her skirt even more wet before the headmistress yanked her up, bending her over her desk...

By the time it was over, Roslyn was crying, rubbing her throbbing bottom as she was guided through the school, too weak to try to resist being guided past the groups of other students, knowing that they were going to see her wet skirt and know that those rumors Anya was spreading must be true after all. She was sure they could see the redness peeking out from under her skirt as well, to make them aware of exactly what had just happened to her, that she'd been paddled like a naughty little girl.

And now, she was being marched right back to the bedwetters' dorm. That was almost a relief, realizing that was her destination. If there was one place she could be safe, where she wouldn't be mocked too harshly for peeing her pants, it was there... Although, she didn't feel quite as lucky when she was taken straight to Miss Lydia's room.

"Well, well," Miss Lydia looked her up and down. "What do we have here? Not even a full day after you supposedly proved you don't need diapers during the day, and look at you..."

This hardly counted, Roslyn thought. Wetting herself during a spanking didn't prove that she needed to wear diapers full time... But she wasn't about to contradict any faculty member now, especially not with the headmistress still standing there, watching. So, to her dismay, all she could do was watch as Miss Lydia produced the changing mat, and one of her diapers, and, right in front of the headmistress, she was diapered, her wet skirt and panties confiscated before she was sent to the corner like a naughty child, hands on her head, bulky diaper on full display.

"We have some things we need to discuss," the headmistress told Miss Lydia. "This little brat brought some things to my attention, and I think we need to address them..."

"Of course, ma'am," Miss Lydia replied. It was odd, hearing her so obedient, so submissive... But, after experiencing what the headmistress could do first-hand, Roslyn wasn't exactly surprised by it. "Whatever you say."

"Seniors are immune to many of our other rules," the headmistress explained. "Which means, technically, that they don't have to follow the procedures of this dorm."

"Is that so?" Roslyn, even from her spot in the corner, could practically hear the woman's eyebrow raising. "Isn't that interesting?" Had she already known about that loophole Roslyn had found?! Had she been treating the seniors this way despite it?!

"It is," the headmistress continued. "And if she realized that, then other students might as well... So I think it's high time we fixed that. Clearly, any senior who finds themselves here doesn't deserve the adult rights and responsibilities that they are otherwise afforded in this school... You know better than anyone how immature they are. What do you suggest for a new set of rules for them, to remind them of their place?"

"No, not her!" Roslyn squealed, unable to help herself.

"You hush, young lady," the headmistress warned. "Or I'll go get my paddle for round two!"

Roslyn fell silent, cheeks burning as she felt an involuntary trickle of warmth in her pants from pure fear at the mere idea of facing the paddle again, while she listened helplessly as the two women discussed the humiliating new rules that were going to be dictating what her life - and the life of every other senior in this dorm - would be like from now on...

"And," Miss Lydia grinned, "I think we ought to make sure they all know who is responsible for these changes... I'm sure they'll all be eager to thank little Roslyn here for all she's done for them..."