Smart House - Chapter 12 (Patreon)

"Hurry up, young lady," Mr. Dorley snapped, making Brigid flinch. "I can see your hands in the reflection in the mirror... I know you're just stalling."

Brigid thought of herself as a fairly intelligent woman, usually... Was it the days of being treated like a little girl that had gotten to her? The anxiety of winding up back in school, as a student? Or had she been wrong all along about how clever she was? Whatever the case, she really should have thought about that as she stood there, letting the water run, sometimes running her fingers through it to give it a different sound, praying that she could delay long enough to come up with a plan.

"I-I was..." she stammered, but she couldn't even think of a good explanation.

It was a blessing, in a way, for him to cut her off. "Don't bother," he said. "I've heard enough lies from you for one day, Ms. Benson. All I need now is for you to get over here so I can deal with them."

That sent a shiver down her spine, from the back of her neck right down to her bottom, wiggling in its sticky Pull-Up. She knew she was an adult... She knew she was a lawyer, a big girl... But, in this moment, it was hard to feel like anything other than a naughty little girl, moments away from her punishment, desperate to avoid it... And coming up totally blank when it came to ways to actually do that.

She turned off the faucet, the soft sound of her Mary Janes clacking against the tile floor echoing in the empty room as she trudged over the the hand dryers, bumping the on button with her elbow and running her hands under it. She hadn't shook her hands off at all, to make it take longer... Unfortunately, it was starting to become clear that no matter how long she stalled, there was no revelation coming, no brilliant scheme... All she was doing was making Mr. Dorley more impatient as the hot air turned off and she had to hit the button another time, giving him a shrug and holding up her still damp hands, as if that hadn't been what she'd wanted all along.

"If you make me come in there after you, young lady, you're really going to regret it," he said in response. "I don't like even having to open this door, but you haven't given me any choice."

"You don't have to," she told him. "I had to use the bathroom, and nobody would let me go, so I did what I had to do! I'm going to go back, and I'll be good, I promise!"

"We have a lot of rules here at this school, Ms. Benson," he lectured. "And we have them all for good reasons. We can't have students wandering off on their own any time they need to use the bathroom."

"Then somebody should have let me go!" she huffed, stomping her foot. "I tried, and nobody would listen! It isn't fair!"

"If that is so big of a problem for you, Ms. Benson, perhaps we ought to talk to the school nurse," he replied. "I'm sure she has ways of helping you with that."

"No, I just need people to listen!" she fumed.

"Young lady, you are here to learn," he told her sternly. "You are here to listen, not so that other people can listen to you. If you can't hold your bladder or bowels for an hour during class like every other student can, then..."

"I can!" she stomped her foot again.

He sighed, and, to her horror, she saw him take a step into the room, right as the dryer clicked off again. She swallowed, backing away, eyes darting around the room. "Then why did you leave in the middle of class when you didn't have permission?"

"W-Well, I couldn't this time," she admitted. "But usually..."

"I already know you're a liar, young lady," he said. "Why should I believe what you have to say about how things 'usually' are? All I can judge you on is what I see now, and I have to say, I am not impressed. Come along."

"No!" she heard herself say automatically, taking another step back.

"Yes!" he demanded, holding his hand out. "Come here right now, Ms. Benson!"

"I-I can go back to class on my own!" she swore. "I will!"

"I wish I could trust you to do that," he shrugged. "But from what I've seen from you so far, I'm afraid I can't, so I'll be taking you myself... After you have a little time with my paddle."

Brigid was very glad she'd just gotten off of the toilet, or else she might have wet herself right then and there, as all her worst fears were confirmed. "No!" she shook her head, tears stinging her eyes as she scooted further away, hands clamping to her backside, already sore from the spanking she'd gotten the previous day.

"Yes," he contradicted her again. "You have more than earned it, and if you keep this up, young lady..."

"I'm not a young lady!" she blurted out, a last ditch effort to save her skin. "I'm not! I'm a grown woman! I-I know this sounds crazy, but I was enrolled here by..." What was she going to say? It really would sound crazy if she said her house had done it. "M-My assistant," she tried instead. 

"If you're going to lie to me, the least you could do is try to come up with something more believable than that," Mr. Dorley shook his head. 

"It's true!" she whined. "I'm an adult!"

He lunged towards her and she barely managed to stumble out of his reach, breaking into a run as she slipped past him, eyes on the door. If she could get out, and down the hall, perhaps she could get out of the school and find her way... Well, she didn't know where, but her first priority was getting away from anywhere that had someone who was willing to spank her.

In her panic, however, her feet got tangled up in one another, and she made it no more than a step or two before she tripped, falling flat onto her stomach, her skirt flaring up as she tumbled to the floor, the impact leaving her too stunned to even think about reaching back and fixing it for a split second, long enough for her to feel the teacher's eyes be drawn to what was underneath.

"An adult, huh?" he scoffed, kneeling down. "I've never seen an adult wear these... Clearly, your parents know you have trouble making it to the bathroom in time, and they already gave you some help. So there was no need for you to leave your classroom without permission, was there?"

"N-No, you don't understand!" she whimpered, shaking her head.

"At least they know to deal with willful little brats like you," he commented, obviously spotting the pink peeking out from the legbands of her Pull-Up as he adjusted her skirt himself, pulling it back down into place. "So I won't have to feel like I have to go easy on you because it's your first time."

"No!" she sniffled, kicking her feet. "No, you can't do this! I don't want a spanking!"

"I know you don't," he told her, his voice turning slightly gentler. "Nobody does... But that's exactly what you need, young lady."

"No, I don't!" she pounded her hand against the bathroom floor in frustration, blushing as she realized she was once again throwing a tantrum, hating how easily she was starting to slip into that... What else could she do, though? What other option did she have?

She felt his hand close around her upper arm, gulping automatically as she felt how big his hands were, how strong he seemed next to her, and the next thing she knew, she was being hauled to her feet, his hand moving upwards, grabbing her by the ear instead. "Ow!" she complained. "That hurts!"

"I've seen all I need to see from you," he informed her, guiding her out of the bathroom, giving her no choice except to follow to keep her ear from being pulled off. She stumbled through the halls, stomach churning once more... This time, anyway, she knew there was no threat of her filling her pants... She wasn't sure how much better this was, however.

Finally, they were back in his classroom, and he let go of her, closing and locking the door behind them. "March up to my desk and bend over," he ordered.

"B-But..." she pouted.

"March!" he snapped, pointing. "Or I'll take you there myself!"

That got her moving, rubbing her ear as she shuffled forward, through the empty desks, seeing his looming large at the other end of the class, feeling bigger and more intimidating than ever. She wanted to believe he wouldn't actually follow through, that he wasn't going to paddle her... But why would he have brought her here, alone, if that wasn't his plan? Why wouldn't he have taken her back to class?

"Bend over," he repeated as she reached the desk, following her, not stepping around to the other side of the desk until she'd obeyed, feeling ridiculous, and vulnerable, as she stuck her padded posterior out behind her, leaning forward over his desk, giving her the perfect view to see him open one of the drawers and pull out a large, wooden paddle, just as promised.

She flinched, remembering the hairbrush. This was even bigger, and thicker... Did that mean it would be more or less painful? Mr. Dorley was also a lot bigger than Carissa... She bounced in place, tears returning even before he'd stepped back around to her wiggling rear end. "I'm going to start with my hand," he informed her, "to warm you up a bit. You might as well learn a little, too, since you're missing class for this... I want you to count, out loud, each spank."

Brigid blushed, a part of her insulted that he thought a simple counting exercise was going to teach her anything and wanting to tell him that, while the rest of her was too terrified to speak up. She nodded, bracing herself as she felt her skirt being lifted, folded back, exposing her trainers yet again, his hand running over them as he moved it back into position... And then stopping.

"What is that?" he asked, fingers tightening slightly.

"Wh-What do you mean?" she managed to squeak out, praying that it wasn't what she thought.

"Ms. Benson," he said sternly, "did you use these Pull-Ups?"

Her knees nearly gave out; of course that was what he was talking about. Just when she'd been sure there was no way this day could be any worse... "N-No," she shook her head, her voice quiet and thin, sounding like it was coming from a million miles away...

Of course it was pointless to lie... A moment later, she felt his fingers closing around the waistband of her trainers, and, despite her frantic, "No!" he peeled them back, looking inside.

"Either you're lying again," he told her, disappointed, "or you genuinely didn't know... Either way, this is going to have to be dealt with... After your spanking."

"W-Wait!" Brigid gasped. "Y-You're still...?!" She got her answer right away, with a hard whap of his hand against her squishy seat. She squealed and jumped, knowing right away that this was, indeed, going to be worse than yesterday... Perhaps that was because she hadn't entirely healed from the day before, but he hadn't even started to use the paddle yet!

And then he paused, nothing happening for a long, tense moment. Was that it? Was he going to take it easy on her? She had just long enough to believe that was possible, to start to relax a little, before he asked, "And what do you have to say, young lady?"

She frowned, squirming, this whole situation mixing her up so much that she genuinely didn't know. "I-I'm sorry?" she tried.

"I'm glad to hear that," he said, "but what was your assignment?"

"O-Oh," her cheeks warmed again. "O-One..." That didn't bode well; if he wanted her to count, that meant there was going to be more than just the first.

"Very good," he nodded, following it up immediately with another swat. 

"Ow!" she whined. For a moment, she wondered if she could delay this by taking her time counting, if that might give her bottom time to recover in between...

"Count!" he ordered, and, automatically, in fear, she heard herself yelp out, "Two!" and, almost immediately after it she had to follow it with, "Three!" and "Four!"

"Much better," he praised. "Let's see if you know your numbers up to ten."

"Ten?!" she groaned. Of course she did! That didn't mean she wanted to demonstrate, not this way... She wasn't even halfway done, and already she could feel the tears streaming down her face.

"Ten," he confirmed. "And then it will be time for the paddle."

This couldn't be happening... She'd always prided herself on how well she could talk her way out of any situation, but words were failing her completely, despite how much she wanted to put a stop to this, and the only thing she could think to do was to collapse to the floor, sniffling, and turn around to face him, reaching up for the zipper of his pants...

"What do you think you're doing, young lady?!" he stepped back, disgusted.

"I-I told you, I'm not a young lady," she shook her head, steeling herself. She always heard stories about students, usually in college, who had to resort to this kind of thing to improve their grades, and she'd been certain she'd never stoop to that level... But she was out of options. "I'm an adult." She reached for his zipper again, looking up at him as seductively as she could manage, given her circumstances. "I-I really am, and I know how to do adult stuff..."

"This is highly inappropriate, Ms. Benson!" he told her, grabbing her arm and pulling her back up and over the desk. "You'd better believe the headmistress is going to hear about this! Now, you are going to stay right there and count!" He moved his free hand to the small of her back, holding her there, keeping her from being able to squirm away, to try again. "Let's start from the beginning again."

Her counting definitely slowed by the end, her voice hitching as she struggled to keep from crying too hard in front of her teacher; luckily, when he switched to the paddle, he didn't make her continue, letting her stay silent except for her squeals and yips of pain, feeling her backside warm and swell as the heavy, wooden implement slammed against it over and over, making Carissa's spanking seem almost like a joke.

Thankfully, he gave her a few minutes when he was finished to recover, to quell her weeping as much as she could before he led her by the forearm back out into the hall, to the nurse's office, where Brigid was horrified to see there was already another student being taken care of. "She needs to be cleaned up, and put into appropriate underclothes," he instructed cryptically. "Keep her here for me when you're done, please... I need to speak with the headmistress."

"Oh, my," the nurse smirked, eyeing Brigid with amusement. "Of course. Sit down for now, dear."

Brigid groaned, fidgeting. "I-Is it okay if I..?" she started to ask.

"Do as you're told for once, Ms. Benson!" Mr. Dorley ordered, and Brigid found herself sitting down on her throbbing bottom in the uncomfortable, plastic seat in the waiting area obediently, watching while the nurse finished looking after the little girl on her table.

"You'll be all right," the nurse told the girl gently. "I think it might be best if you go home for the rest of the day, though. What do you think?" The girl nodded. "Very good. I'll have the office call your father... You can go lie down in the back room."

"Thank you, ma'am," the girl said, hopping down off the table and walking away. Brigid was grateful to have her out of the room for what happened next, as the nurse called her over, helping her onto the exam table and lifting her skirt.

"I see," the woman giggled. "I have to say, not what I was expecting. I thought you were just out of uniform!"

"I-It's not my fault..." Brigid sniffled, already anticipating what was going to happen when she saw the state of them, as the woman pulled on a pair of gloves, carefully taking a pair of surgical scissors out of a drawer. "N-Nobody would let me go to the bathroom, and..."

"Accidents happen," the nurse soothed her. "I'm sure that's why your parents sent you in these. Better to let these get a bit soggy than your big girl undies."

Brigid blushed, the misunderstanding almost making it more embarrassing than it already was, if that was possible. She knew she should correct the woman, should warn her, but she couldn't get her mouth to form the words, leaving her watching in silence while the nurse sliced the sides of the Pull-Up, folding it down, and seeing the truth.

"Classes have barely even started for the day!" the nurse shook her head. "How did you already manage to mess yourself, young lady?"

Brigid groaned. "I told you! Nobody would give me a hall pass!"

"I'm definitely going to have to note this in your file," the nurse told her. "And I'm afraid I don't have any Pull-Ups to put you into... Not that it seems you're really ready for them."

"I-I don't need them!" Brigid insisted. 

"That's not how it looks from here," the nurse quipped, turning to open a cupboard, pulling out, to Brigid's chagrin, a box of baby wipes, a bottle of baby powder, and a diaper. 

"Please, no!" Brigid shook her head. "Not that!"

But there was no getting out of it this time... Her Pull-Up was destroyed, and she couldn't say that she'd really wanted to wear it the rest of the day anyway in the state it had been in... The nurse wasn't about to let her wear any of her spare big girl panties... She had no choice except to let herself get wiped clean, liberally powdered, and taped into a thick, crinkly diaper.

"There we go!" the nurse declared, proudly examining the snug tapes, seeing what a good job she'd done, while Brigid wiggled her sore bottom in disgust and disbelief, feeling the bulky diaper follow her every move. "Now, then, dear, do you know how to get to class from here, or...?" Before she could finish, her phone began to ring and she held up a finger, stepping over to it. "Hello? Yes, she's still here... Yes... Oh, I see... Oh, my. Yes, of course."

She hung up, her expression turning more serious. "I'm afraid there's been a change of plans, young lady." She walked back over to the exam table, taking Brigid by the hand, leading her to the corner of the room. Gently, but firmly, she moved Brigid's hand upwards, putting it behind her head, then taking the other and guiding it to the same spot. Finally, she grabbed the hem of Brigid's skirt, tucking it into the waistband, putting her diaper, and the redness of her bottom peeking out from underneath, on full display. "Apparently, you've been a very naughty girl... You are going to stay here until your caretaker can come pick you."

Pat was immediately what came to mind with the word 'caretaker', though, of course, that didn't make any sense... There was no way she could get here. Which meant that it had to be Carissa who was going to be called in, who would see her this way... "N-No, please," she shook her head, sniffling. "I-I'll be good! I'll go back to class! I-I...!"

"Hush," the nurse ordered, giving her a light swat on her diapered bottom, even that contact enough to make her flinch after the spanking she'd just gotten. "You're going to stay right here, and keep quiet. I have a feeling you're already going to be in more than enough trouble as it is."

Brigid blushed, nodding reluctantly, settling in for the wait, however long it took, pretty sure that the woman was right.