Rika should have known it was the parents who would be the hardest to deal with… She’d always heard that, while studying to be a school administrator, though she hadn’t expected them to be quite this troublesome. If anything, she’d expected the teachers to be worse; after all, she was coming in as their principal with almost no actual experience, expecting them to obey her. It would have been nice for them to look up to her, as well, but that was asking an awful lot – very few people even could look up at the petite woman.
Applying for the job had practically been a joke; she’d seen the listing, and how low the requirements were, and decided to give it a shot. Most schools looking for a principal wanted years of teaching experience, which Rika had been dreading, after how difficult it had been for her to keep order while student-teaching to get her degree. The students seemed to think it was acceptable to ignore her because she was so small and unintimidating… Unfortunately, they were right. Once she lost control of a classroom, she just couldn’t figure out how to reclaim it.
At least as a principal, she wouldn’t have to deal with that, she had told herself. Once they got used to her, the teachers would surely be mature enough to at least act better than the children she’d tried to instruct. And, really, how hard could the job really be? If they even considered giving it to her, with as little experience as she had, it couldn’t possibly be that bad… Or so she’d thought. She discovered exactly how mistaken she was as soon as she made her first major decision.
“We’re revitalizing the school this year,” the board told her. “New principal, a new wing… We want you to choose new uniforms, as well. Our current ones are old-fashioned… We want something fresh.”
Rika couldn’t have been more thrilled. She loved clothes, and getting to choose something cute for all the adorable little kids she’d be seeing every day would be wonderful… She had no doubt she’d find the perfect thing, so all of them would be proud to wear their uniforms every day, instead of complaining about having to put them on yet again.
The first uniform was a disaster, but, thankfully, all she’d done was post it on the webpage; that was enough to set off a deluge of e-mails, telling her the colors would fade too quickly, that they clashed with each other, even though she was certain they didn’t, that there was no way the parents were going to pay for them.
So, she tried again, with very similar results. The start of the school year was approaching, meaning she’d have to make a decision soon, or there wouldn’t be time for anyone to get the uniforms. Part of her wanted to challenge the complainers, to stick to her guns and see if they actually would dare to pull their kids out over this, or try sending them to school out of uniform… That definitely didn’t seem like the best way to start her career here, however.
Instead, she tried one more time. As much as she hated to do it, she stuck with traditional black and white, as if almost daring the parents to complain about the colors now. Sure, it might be difficult to keep the shirts white, but if that was the worst thing about them, Rika thought she’d done a pretty good job. And they were still cute, though not as much as her first two choices.
The parents, unsurprisingly, were not happy. “What are you thinking?!” one of her e-mails asked. “Those skirts are much too short!” The name on it sounded familiar, and she looked back to see that the writer had complained about both of the other uniforms as well. Rika had had enough, and she refused to bow to their will any more. They were determined to find some kind of flaw with whatever she came up with, so she was going to show them just how silly they were being…
“Hmm,” she mused, looking at herself in her office mirror. “Maybe the skirt is a little short…” She frowned, twisting back and forth, watching the skirt spin around her. It wasn’t too bad, though… Besides, parents could always have their daughters wear shorts under them as well, if they really wanted to be careful.
It might be a little embarrassing, addressing the parents of all her new students while dressed in the same clothes – she hadn’t even had to special order them in her size, which was probably the more embarrassing part – all their kids were going to be wearing, but it would show the adults that the uniforms were just fine. This was going to set the tone for her career here, she decided… Hands on, a little unconventional…
Then she heard a knock on her door. She’d spoken with the teachers earlier, before changing, and told them they could feel free to come to her whenever they needed anything, but they should all be busy with the parents now, wrapping things up and escorting them to the auditorium where Rika could speak with them. She frowned, opening the door to find an unfamiliar young woman standing there, looking unhappy already.
“Oh, I’m sorry!” she exclaimed as soon as she saw Rika. “I didn’t know there were any students here today… I thought this…” She looked at the door, then down at Rika again. “Oh,” she repeated, a smile spreading across her lips as she forced her way into the office, easily shoving past the smaller woman, closing the door behind her. “I see you haven’t changed your mind about those uniforms.”
Rika sighed. “No, I haven’t. As you can see, it…”
“It’s all right for you,” the woman interrupted, “but what about children with… special needs?”
“Huh?” Rika had prepared for questions after her presentation, though that hadn’t been one of them. “Well, I guess…”
“You don’t even know what I’m talking about, do you?” the woman shook her head. “You are completely unfit for this job, just like I thought.” Rika began to protest, only for the woman to grab her by the wrist and drag her over her lap. “Let me show you what I mean…”
Twenty minutes later, Rika was dragging her feet, trying to stand still as the door to the auditorium loomed closer and closer… She would have been no match for the lady anyway, as evidenced by her now throbbing, pink backside, wrapped tightly in layer after layer of diaper, giving her a very distinctive waddle that might have betrayed her padded state if they hadn’t already been sticking out of the bottom of her skirt.
“Go on,” the woman urged. “If you think this uniform is acceptable, go give your presentation!”
“B-But…” Rika whimpered, and, by then, it was too late. She gulped, staring at the rows of occupied seats. The woman gave her one final thwap on the rear, sending her stumbling forward, towards the front of the room. She saw eyes already starting to turn towards her, ensuring she couldn’t run off without also causing a scene. With as much dignity as she could muster, she marched forwards, but with every step, her confidence wilted a little further as she heard more whispering.
By the time she reached the stage, she was nearly in tears – helped along by the fact that she’d been crying minutes earlier during her spanking – but she tried to solider on anyway. As soon as she stepped up to the podium, however, she heard people asking whose child she was, what she was doing up there… She blushed, trying to summon her remaining courage to tell them who she was; before she could, the woman stepped past her to the podium.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I just wanted to demonstrate how bad an idea these new uniforms are. My daughter here has a bladder issue, and she has to wear these every day… Just think of how much she’s going to get teased! But I’ve already bought the uniforms, so what can I do?”
Rika stared out into the audience, silently begging one of the teachers, who knew who she was, to call the woman’s bluff, but they all looked highly amused. When Rika attempted to reach the microphone, the woman pushed her away, scolding her, and nobody stopped her.
By the end of the meeting, in the ‘absence’ of the principal to defend herself, the PTA decided to forgo uniforms for that year – though anyone who had already bought them were welcome to have their children wear them, of course – and begin looking for a new principal immediately. Every time Rika tried to speak up, to defend herself, she was unceremoniously shushed, leaving her to stand there helplessly as she lost her job.
And that wasn’t even the worst of it. At the end of the meeting, the woman dragged her out to her car, taking the ex-principal home with her. “We’ll see how much you like those uniforms after you spend a year in them,” the woman told her. Rika wanted to believe one of the teachers would help her, once school began, would see what was happening and free her from this clearly crazy woman who had kidnapped her, rather than going along with it and treating her like an elementary school student… Unfortunately, judging by their reactions earlier that night, Rika had a bad feeling she was stuck here, just like she was bound to be stuck in these diapers when the woman got her up the next morning and found her wet. She sniffled, squirming in her new bed, and barely even noticing her thumb drifting towards her mouth, her body already growing used to her humiliating new life, even as her mind struggled to accept it.
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