“I’m very sorry,” Ami made herself say, scowling inside as she thought back to the lecture she’d just gotten from the principal. “I should have offered to help, not insulted you… I hope you can forgive me.”
Ami did her best not to show her disgust as she watched Krystal, the spoiled little rich girl, pretend to think about it. “Well, I might be able to do that…” she said finally. “If you really do want to help me.”
“Of course,” Ami forced a smile. “Whatever you need.”
“Perfect!” Krystal clapped her hands. “You can come over here every day, then, and tutor me…. I’ve always thought you were a good teacher, despite that little… outburst… but there are just so many other kids in class. I’m sure I’ll learn a lot more one on one.”
“Great,” Ami attempted to sound, if not enthusiastic, at least not as angry as she felt. Sure, what she’d said might have been a bit extreme, yet so was giving up her evenings to be a private tutor, something the girl’s parents could obviously afford without dragging her into this. Krystal’s family, however, had other things to spend their money on… Like funding a whole new wing for the school, which was exactly why Ami was being forced to try to make things right with their only child.
“We’ll start today,” Krystal declared. “My driver will take us both… I’d hate for your car to break down on the way there. Don’t worry, he won’t mind driving you back here to pick it up when you’re done.”
Ami could tell, from the girl’s tone, that she didn’t really have a choice here, so she sighed, nodded, and, after the school day ended, was escorted to a very nice car and driven to an even nicer mansion. Krystal led her to a fancy living room, then let Ami get set up while she fetched them some drinks.
Ami was surprised at that – maybe the girl wasn’t as snobby as she’d thought, not to make one of the servants Ami was certain was there do it for her – until she actually picked up the glass of lemonade she’d been given. Krystal had already bustled back out of the room with some strange, quickly thought-up excuse… Ami found out why as she tilted the glass to her lips, and found out it was some silly prank glass, as the liquid all drained out of tiny holes in the pattern she hadn’t noticed, dumping the contents on her lap.
“What did you do?!” Krystal squealed. “Do you have any idea how much my parents paid for that sofa?!” She whipped out her cell phone, snapping photos before Ami could protest that she knew that the girl had set this up. “Nanny!” she yelled.
“Stop it,” Ami rolled her eyes. “This isn’t fooling anyone… I know what you’re trying to do, but…”
She gulped as a large, slightly older, but far larger, woman appeared, eyeing her. “What do we have here?” she asked, staring Ami right in the eyes, making the teacher squirm despite knowing she hadn’t done anything.
“This is that mean girl who made fun of me yesterday, Nanny!” Krystal announced. “She said I didn’t belong out of diapers, and now look what she did!”
“No!” Ami shook her head. “I’m not a girl, I’m her teacher, and I told her that with how little effort she puts into her work, I’m surprised she passed potty training, much less…” She gasped as Nanny grabbed her by the arm, yanking her off the sofa.
“Miss Krystal doesn’t lie,” the woman declared. “I taught her better than that… So, you are exactly who she says you are, young lady, and I’m not about to let you run around soiling any more furniture!”
“I’ll clean up here,” Krystal offered angelically. “Why don’t you put her in one of my old play uniforms? I bet that would fit her!”
Despite Ami trying to explain what had happened, and beg for the woman to stop, she was dragged into the bathroom, where she was stripped, put into the tub, and scrubbed clean, while the Nanny lectured her on bullying, even if it was just to try to cover up her own insecurities. Being seen by some stranger naked was bad enough; being bathed by her ratcheted the humiliation up even higher; then, to top it off, when Nanny finally took Ami out of the bath and patted her dry, she opened the cupboard under the sink and pulled out the biggest, thickest diaper Ami had ever seen.
“Miss Krystal hasn’t needed her nighttime protection in some time now… But it’s a good thing I saved them, isn’t it?” Ami wilted under the woman’s gaze, wiggling helplessly as she begged and pleaded not to be put into a diaper… Not that it helped. She could hardly believe how huge and bulky it was, her mind spinning at the very idea that she, an adult in her twenties, had just been diapered like a baby, and about to be seen like that by her student… Then, to add insult to injury, Nanny took her through the house in just her diaper to a large, empty bedroom, pulling a schoolgirl uniform out of the closet. “She hasn’t worn this in quite some time, either, but I believe she’s right that it will fit you… And you’d better thank her for letting you use it. Clearly, you need some lessons in manners… I hope you come around more often, so I can give them to you.”
Krystal was beside herself when Ami finally waddled back into the living room, Nanny trailing behind her. “She’s so cute! Thanks so much, Nanny!” She grinned, snapping another picture before hugging Ami and ‘forgiving’ her for her accident, watching the other woman walk away. “Now,” she giggled, “Do you know where this uniform is really from?” Ami, still stunned at the insane turn this afternoon had taken, shook her head. “My parents give a lot of money to another school… A boarding school for troubled little girls… Like you.” She smiled when Ami looked up at her, somehow even more confused. “My parents have been bugging me to do some volunteer work and junk… So, as far as they’re concerned, you’re a student there, and I’ve taken you under my wing to tutor you. You’ll come home with me every day and work on my… I mean, ‘your’ homework. You’ll get it all done, correctly, and you’ll do everything I say… Like peeing yourself right now.”
Ami gasped as she felt Krystal put a hand right on her diaper. “N-No,” she shook her head. “No, I’m the tutor, not you… And…”
“You’re going to do everything I say,” Krystal repeated. “Because every night, I’m going to walk you out to the car, like a good friend… And I’ll tell the driver whether to take you back to your car, so you can go home… Or to the school this uniform belongs to. They’ve got a nice file with your name on it there… You’re a bad girl, Ami… Once the driver takes you to the Headmistress, she’ll keep you on close watch to make sure you never run away again… And you’ll be staying in your diapers full time, because there are so many failed potty training attempts on your record… Poor thing… I bet it’ll be years before they bother to try again… Probably not until you’re almost ready to graduate in, oh, four years,” Krystal stared Ami right in the eyes. “Now… Wet yourself, or you’ll be going there tonight.”
Ami whimpered and squirmed, but, in the end, she had to give up, looking down at her feet as she felt the warm liquid starting to spread through the thick padding between her legs, as Krystal pushed harder against her diaper, giggling as she felt the woman give in. “Nanny!” she called when Ami was almost done. “She did it again!” She chuckled as Ami gave her a panicked look, cheeks burning. “I sure hope you didn’t tell her you don’t need diapers…” she said, in a tone that made it obvious she knew Ami had done just the opposite. “She doesn’t like liars… I bet she’ll get out the hairbrush… Maybe you should hide.”
Ami stared at her in disbelief, almost sure that she had to be joking, until she thought about everything else that had happened. She took off as quickly as she could manage with the bulky diaper slowing her down, but she had barely made it into the dining room when she heard the Nanny’s heavy footsteps. She gulped, turning slowly, hoping against hope she wouldn’t see what she feared there, behind her…
She was an adult, a teacher… She shouldn’t have been forced to apologize to a student for saying she wasn’t working hard enough… She certainly shouldn’t be about to be given a bare-bottom spanking and diaper change, before being sent back to the living room to do her student’s homework as if it were her own, all so she could avoid spending the next few years as a diapered schoolgirl… As opposed to just spending her afternoons that way. She gulped, feeling her diaper grow a little wetter as saw a large form fill the doorway, and she wished she’d just been a little more sincere with her apology…
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