Dollhouse - Part 9 (Patreon)

Seeing the woman standing there, paddle already in hand, staring down at her... Remembering that, only yesterday, she'd been spanked and diapered in this room for the first time... Knowing that her diaper was both wet and messy, and that the woman was surely aware of it... Instantly, the confidence she'd been trying to build up began to melt away.

"P-Please, you can't send me to the Nursery!" she blurted out.

"And why not?" the Headmistress asked. "You've already earned several punishments, wet your bed quite thoroughly, and pooped your pants in the middle of class... I'd say you would fit in there quite well."

Elizabeth gulped, trying to ignore the voice in her mind that agreed. "I-I've just gotten off to a rough start, that's all!" she promised. "Please, you have to give me another chance..."

She shrank back as the Headmistress stepped over to her, shoving her back onto the hard, wooden chair behind her so that her legs folded and she was deposited on her bulging bottom. "Little girls in dirty diapers don't get to tell adults what they 'have' to do, young lady," she said darkly.

"I-I'm sorry!" Elizabeth squealed. "I just mean... I-It would be a waste! I can be a good, obedient little girl!"

"Yes, the Nursery will make sure of that," the Headmistress smiled.

"N-No, I mean here!" Elizabeth insisted. "I'll be a model student here! Check my old records, I never got into any trouble at any of my other schools... I'm just... not used to this place yet..."

"Hmm..." the Headmistress mused. "Well, that was part of what drew us to offer you your scholarship," she admitted. "But we haven't seen any evidence of that girl from the records yet."

"I can do better!" Elizabeth swore. "I will! Please... Just let me start over!"

The woman was silent for a few moments before saying, "There will be some conditions..."

"Okay!" Elizabeth nodded. "Anything!"

A smile crept across the Headmistress's face. "That's what I like to hear. Now, come here... Let me get you changed..." Elizabeth's eyes lit up as the woman set her paddle down on her desk, leading Elizabeth over to her changing table. Not only had her plan somehow worked, the teacher had been wrong about her getting a change from the Headmistress!

The diaper the Headmistress pulled from the table for her, however, was the same size as the one she had on, not one of the smaller, daytime ones from the day before. "Until further notice," the woman said, untaping Elizabeth's diaper and starting to clean her up, "your potty training is put on hold. You will wear these diapers," she held up the fresh one, "with no hope of earning your way into anything else."

Elizabeth opened her mouth to protest, only for a pacifier to be pushed in. "You'll also use one of those," she told the girl. "If you aren't talking to somebody, or eating or drinking, you are to have a pacifier in your mouth." She taped Elizabeth into her fresh diaper, washed her hands, then grabbed something from a small refrigerator and handed it to the girl.

"Speaking of drinking, you'll be doing that from these from now on. I'll make sure the cafeteria workers know that you aren't to be given cups." Elizabeth blushed as she looked down at the bottle of juice she'd been given. "To make sure you stay hydrated, I expect you to finish a bottle of juice during every class... Your teachers will get to decide what kind of juice. I'll make sure to let them know. Now, is that all, or do you have something else to tell me?"

Elizabeth quickly shook her head and scrambled out of the room before the Headmistress could think up anything else. She wasn't sure if she'd gotten anything out of this meeting or not... She felt even more infantile than before, like she might as well be in that Nursery... And, worse than that, the Headmistress had come up with her compromise pretty quickly, and had that bottle ready to go. Elizabeth had thought this was all her idea.... But what if she was wrong? What if she was just playing right into the Headmistress's plans?