Published: September 8th 2022, 12:01:02 pm
It was only fair, June told herself with a sigh as she opened her door, uncapping the dry-erase marker, blushing when she stepped out into the hall and looked at the chart beside her door. There were several throughout the hall now... But hers was the only one that had an X on every single night, and today was no exception.
It was sobering to look at it and see how bad her problem truly was, when she could no longer lie to herself about it. Was she the biggest bedwetter in the dorm? It definitely felt like it... And now, everybody else could see that, too, could look at her chart and know what a baby she was. She wrinkled her nose, setting the marker back down on her dresser and reluctantly pulling out her phone to take a picture of the mortifying chart.
Almost immediately, she got a reply from Anya, a mocking, 'Big surprise!' Of course, if June hadn't sent it, if she'd just let Anya assume the worst - and be right, to be fair - then she knew what would happen the moment Anya found her during school... And Anya was certain to do that as quickly as possible.
She trudged down the hall towards Miss Lydia's room, tugging at her skirt, listening to the thick trainings pants crinkling beneath it, feeling the faint soreness from yesterday's visit still. She had a habit of waiting as long as she could, trying to put it off, to give the other seniors time to check in... Especially on Tuesdays.
"There you are," Miss Lydia sniffed, opening the door and staring down her nose at June. "Come in." She walked away, leaving June to slip inside, glancing nervously behind her, hoping none of the younger girls saw her going in, since they would surely know what that meant, what was about to happen. By the time she turned back around, Miss Lydia already had a fresh diaper out and waiting, her underwear for the rest of the week now that she'd hit her third strike.
"Wh-What if I didn't wet?" June pouted, insulted that the woman had simply assumed she had.
Miss Lydia rolled her eyes. "I think we both know how unlikely that is," she replied.
June grumbled, but there wasn't much she could do to refute that... The fact she was showing up here at all meant she needed something, and it only made sense that it would be to admit another nighttime accident... And Tuesdays were strike three days, at least for her.
"You know," Miss Lydia mused, picking up her hairbrush, June squeaking and shrinking away, despite expecting it, knowing it was coming, "at this point, I almost wonder if we should stop with this whole charade and just keep you in diapers full time, like you clearly deserve."
That ought to have been a horrifying proposition, something that would leave June on her knees, begging Miss Lydia not to do it... With all the new rules, however, it might almost be a mercy. She hadn't been allowed to wear her big girl panties since then, and she spent most of her time in diapers, once she'd had three wet mornings - which nearly always took until only Tuesday. And every morning she showed up to confess to a wet night, she found herself over Miss Lydia's lap.
"W-Would that mean I wouldn't get spanked when I have accidents?" June asked quietly, hardly able to believe she was considering this, or that it might be a better solution.
Miss Lydia grinned, sitting down and giving her knees a pat, signalling that, whether they would happen in the future or not, June wasn't escaping her spanking today. "We'll see," was all she'd say on the matter... Which, in June's experience, almost definitely meant 'No.' That should have meant she should also say no, that she should turn down the offer if there was no benefit to her, if it wasn't going to get her anything... But she had a feeling that, like these new rules, there was nothing she could do to stop it.
It was only fair, though... It was her fault that Roslyn had wound up here in the first place, and if she hadn't done that, Roslyn never would have gotten these new rules instituted... It was hard not to feel mad at the girl sometimes for not leaving well enough alone, but, in the end, she knew that, if she'd never tried to use Roslyn to get more popular, none of this would have ever happened.
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Betsy's cheeks burned as she skittered back to her room, passing the chart on the way in. It had been bad enough, having everyone on her floor determined to keep her from using the bathroom as much as possible, trying to make her wet her bed... Now, they had a visible representation of how well they were doing, a reminder to them to step it up when she managed to hold it.
That was even more difficult now... Her bedtime, like those of the seniors in the bedwetter's dorm, had been moved ahead all the way to 7:30, which made for some very long nights, and more wet mornings than she cared to think about. She could pull it off now and then, especially on the weekends, while her hallmates were distracted with other things, but there were a lot more X's on her chart than she liked.
Including today. Sundays were usually her best day, and that had been the case again this week; Monday, somehow, she'd been able to pull it off as well. She'd started feeling a little cocky, wondering if the other girls had grown tired of their game... The night before, however, there had been no getting around them, no trips to the bathroom, no sneaking out to use the bathroom elsewhere... It felt like the girls were everywhere, anytime she poked her head out of her door. So, inevitably, she'd had to wet her diaper.
That meant marking it off on the chart, and going to visit Miss Lydia for a spanking, and a pair of training panties. They were, to be fair, a lot better than diapers... They were also, unmistakably, not real underwear, by any stretch of the imagination. There was no forgetting that these were for little kids, toddlers just starting to be potty trained...
She didn't deserve them, not like the other seniors... She didn't care what her chart said! If it weren't for the other girls on her floor, she'd have no problem staying dry! She wasn't about to try standing up to Miss Lydia, telling her that, obviously, but since she wasn't staying in the woman's dorm, there was nothing stopping her from going back to her room and changing back into some actual undies.
For now, anyway... She'd paid off one of Anya's friends so she could get the girl's class schedule, and she knew that her first class of the day was on the opposite side of campus from Betsy's. That would give Betsy plenty of time to get back to her room and change back before there was any chance of running into her. Was it really worth all this effort to be out of trainers for a single class? All it took was one wiggle of her bottom to know the answer was yes.
She wished she could throw the trainers away, to get them away from her, but she set them aside neatly, knowing she'd have to get back into them soon enough, then pulled on a pair of panties, smirking to herself in the mirror as she grabbed her bag and strutted to the door, throwing it open...
And finding Anya right on the other side. "Good morning!" she chirped. "I just wanted to come check on you before class, sweetie... I know it must be rough, wetting your bed after two dry days... I bet that's really discouraging, isn't it?"
Betsy gulped, grip tightening on her bag's straps, feeling a trickle of wetness escaping into her panties. She'd been so certain she was safe, and she hadn't even made it a single step outside her room! "Y-Yeah," she nodded, feeling a bit light-headed. Had Anya's friend tattled on her, told her she was poking around? Or could Anya sense it, somehow?
It definitely felt that way... Ever since Anya had been designated as Miss Lydia's official helper, it seemed like she was everywhere, always ready to exercise her authority, no matter where they were or what they were doing, for her own amusement. At least here, as she reached for Betsy's skirt to check her, there was nobody around to see, unlike when she did it in the middle of the hall between classes, or in the cafeteria.
"I-I just got changed!" Betsy exclaimed, automatically pushing Anya's hand downwards.
"Are you telling me no, little girl?" Anya raised an eyebrow. "I'll have to tell Miss Lydia about this..."
"N-No," Betsy shook her head, blushing. "I-I just... I-I don't want to get you in trouble for making you late for your class, or waste your time... I-I got back from Miss Lydia's room a minute ago, so I-I haven't have any time to have an accident... Y-You don't need to check me."
"But why," Anya mused, "did you come back here? Why not head straight for your next class?" She brushed Betsy's hand away, and Betsy knew better than to try to stop her again, fidgeting nervously as her skirt was raised, and her damp underwear exposed. "Oh, Betsy," she shook her head, reaching into her bag and pulling out a hairbrush, the same kind Miss Lydia used. "Lying AND trying to change out of your appropriate underwear for the day? What a naughty girl... I think we're both going to be late for class... Don't worry, though, I'm sure I won't be the one getting in trouble for it... I'll be sure to let my teacher know exactly what I was up."
And the rest of her class, too, Betsy had no doubt, just as she had no doubt that the teacher would let her slide when they heard; this was a special role Anya had now, one given to her by the headmistress herself... And one the girl had no problem exploiting the power of whenever she had the chance.
"Pl-Please, Anya," Betsy sniffled. "M-Miss Lydia spanked me, like, five minutes ago!"
"And now you've earned another," Anya shrugged. "Don't worry, though... Once I'm done with you, I'll take you back to Miss Lydia to get a nice, fluffy diaper for the day. That should give your sore little bottom lots of padding to sit on."
"No!" Betsy stomped her foot. "That's not fair!" But she knew that, after Miss Lydia saw her wet panties, she would agree with Anya's proposed punishment... And that, if she didn't behave herself, she'd very possibly be looking at staying in those diapers for the rest of the week, as if this was her third strike instead of her first.
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In a way, the new rules were a blessing in disguise... Thanks to them, Roslyn's accident in the headmistress's office hadn't earned her diapers full-time, but had just counted as the first strike on her chart.
Unfortunately, that was about as far as the good things went... Somehow, she'd gone from one of the most popular girls in school, to the least popular of the least popular, someone that even the people relegated to the bedwetter's dorm looked down on. She couldn't blame them, really... If she'd only left well enough alone, and kept that 'loophole' to herself, then perhaps she'd be the one of the unlucky few who had to regularly worry about being kept in diapers 24/7, instead of it being a constant threat hanging over every senior there.
She'd recognized the techniques the girls used on her right away, remembering them from when that awful Betsy girl had been staying with them... Knowing about them didn't help her deal with them any better, however, especially with the new, earlier bedtime making it that much easier for everyone else to keep her out of the bathrooms until it was too late for her to leave her room.
It wasn't just the seniors, either... The younger girls had found it all very amusing, at first, seeing the oldest among them having to post their bedwetting failures for the whole hall to see, being forced into training pants and diapers during the day as well, getting sent to bed before anyone else, with the sun barely down... And then it dawned on them that, if they didn't manage to shake their own bedwetting habit before they became seniors, they would wind up in the exact same position.
That was part of how Miss Lydia justified it - not that she needed any excuses to do as she liked, with the headmistress's full approval - when she made the announcement to the dorm. "You seniors know you're too old for this," she scolded them. "This is to encourage your younger peers to shape up, before it's too late. Isn't that right, Roslyn? She suggested that you should all be striving to be role models, and the best way you can do that is by showing them what becomes of 'adults' who refuse to act the part."
That was easier said than done, of course, for all of them, not even just Roslyn, who had to deal with the hatred of her dorm mates. While they were in their rooms, they had to deal with Miss Lydia; in the rest of the school, they had Anya, who was beyond thrilled to have permission to tease and torment all of them. Even if they weren't in padding, she'd sometimes check them, inspecting their panties for the slightest signs of wetness to use as an excuse to spank them and put them back into trainers, claiming that she'd gotten mixed up, and forgot which of them had marked an X on their chart that morning... As if she couldn't pull up the pictures on her phone at any time to check. And if you were already in trainers...
"Oh, Roslyn!" Anya called, making the girl freeze in the middle of the hall, steps away from the bathroom. Roslyn's cheeks burned as she felt the crowd around them separate, smirks appearing on the faces of her audience, knowing what was about to happen. Roslyn swallowed, eyes darting towards the bathroom door, wondering if she had time to run inside...
And then Anya was in front of her, grabbing her skirt, lifting it up in front of everyone. Roslyn knew better than to resist, to attempt to stop her. "Look at that!" Anya sniffed. "Looks like you're still dry, for once!"
"Y-Yeah," Roslyn nodded, not daring to say any more.
"Looks can be deceiving, though, can't they?" Anya asked, running her hand along the padding. "Any accident is an accident, and I wouldn't want you to get a rash!"
More like she didn't want to miss a chance to get her back into diapers... They had three strikes at night, but they also got three strikes during the day, and if Anya found even one drop of wetness in the training panties, she'd count that as one, and pull a fresh pair out of her bag to change them into... Along with her hairbrush, to give them a spanking first.
And sometimes, even if there was nothing to find, she'd just lie about it. "See?" Anya gave the trainers a squeeze. "Good thing I checked! You're awfully squishy there, Roslyn!"
"No, I'm not!" Roslyn snapped before she could stop herself. It was a bad idea to contradict her... Even with all these people around, watching, giggling at her, Miss Lydia would always believe Anya over her, or any of the other seniors... She could try to get someone from her audience to defend her, but they'd probably just say they weren't sure, since they hadn't checked her themselves. "I-I was on my way to the bathroom!" she whined.
"Guess you didn't quite make it," Anya's eyes twinkled, and Roslyn knew she'd made a mistake, admitting that. "Sorry, sweetie... I know it's only a little one, but rules are rules."
She might have been satisfied, merely humiliating Roslyn... Now, there was no way she wasn't going to exercise her authority and spank Roslyn right in the middle of the hall... Because she and Roslyn both knew that Roslyn had trouble with not wetting herself any time she got spanked, especially if she needed to go enough to be on the way to the bathroom, and, with Anya's last lie, making her do that would count as two strikes for the day... Roslyn whimpered, looking around at the other students, knowing what they were all about to witness, hoping against hope that she wouldn't see anyone from her dorm.
But, of course, she did. Once word got out among them that Roslyn was one strike away from diapers for the rest of the week, she'd have no hope of making it through the rest of the day without getting one. Forcing her to have three in one day was difficult, although they had tried... Only one, on the other hand? It was almost guaranteed that they'd pull that off, possibly before lunch. She was going back into diapers, yet again... And, considering what everyone else was going through because of her, whether it took some lies and subterfuge to get her there or not, she probably deserved it.