Babe Academy Chapter Thirty Seven (Patreon)

Do Headmistresses dream of humiliated Doctors? Find out inside...

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“No!” Donna Waxler shrieked as she was tugged unceremoniously across Headmistress Hunter’s knee. The Doctor’s bare ass landed squarely in Ms. Hunter’s lap, plump and jiggling, in perfect spanking position. The crowd pushed in, breathlessly watching as The Headmistress stroke the smooth, pale flash of The Doctor’s tushy, licking their lips in anticipation. Elle smiled coldly, enjoying the feeling of Donna’s soft skin beneath her palm and the way she shivered against her, tensing her beautiful body in anticipation of the first strike.

WHAP! The Headmistress brought her palm down briskly on the Doctor’s left buttock, leaving a bright red palm print on her plump white flesh. She let out a squeal, more from the humiliation of the situation than from the pain, that was drown out by the enthusiastic cry of the crowd. Thrilled by the approval of the audience and the power she was wielding over a woman she had both resented and lusted over for years, Elle Hunter brought her hand down on the other cheek with malicious glee, then followed it up quickly with another blow to the first.

The spanking continued, a hot prickly blush breaking out across Dr. Waxler’s gorgeously sculpted rear end. The Doctor’s calm, composed facade had completely crumbled, and she whined and screamed and begged like a naughty preschooler... music to Ms. Hunter’s ears as she gleefully roasted Donna’s rear-end.

“Ouch! Oh! OWIE! Please stop!” she squealed, sounding more like a naughty first grader getting her hide tanned after getting caught with her hand in the cookie jar. “Ouch! OW! Pllleeeeaaasssee! I’ll do anything!” Ms. Hunter chuckled.

“Oh, I know you will,” she said, voice quivering with pleasure as she delivered one swat after another, roasting the Doctor’s well-toned ass. “You definitely will.”

“Oh NO!” Dr. Waxler cried dramatically, kicking her dainty feet in the air behind her in time with every stinging swat. “PleaseDON’T!” Her glowing red buttocks jiggled in time with her kicking, her perfectly plump ass wiggling behind her like a bowl full of strawberry jello. “You can’t do this to MEEE!! I don’t deserve this!

“Oh please,” Ms. Hunter said, rolling her eyes. A quick check with two of her fingers revealed that the good doctor’s pussy was red hot and dripping wet, practically throbbing with forbidden desire. “You can’t fool me, you little slut... I know you’re enjoying this!”

“NOOOO! YOU BITCH! HOW DARE YOU?!” Waxler screamed, pumping her legs furiously behind her and reaching back in a vain attempt at sparing her blazing bottom any further attention from the Headmistress. “I DEMAND THAT YOU RELEASE ME THIS INSTANT!”

But Ms. Hunter simply pinned Donna’s arm behind her back, thwarting her utterly. “And you can quit the squealing, too, young lady!” Ms. Hunter ordered, smiling gratefully when someone from the crowd produced a large pacifier and shoved it into her mouth, silencing her protests and earning cheers from the crowd.

“THANK you!” The headmistress said, and she carried out the remainder of the spanking in peace, cheerfully swatting the Doctor’s buttocks until they were dark red and sizzling, leaving her powerless to do anything but kick her feet and mew pitifully behind her pacifier. For The Headmistress, having her beautiful, powerful rival stripped naked and squirming her way through a humiliating spanking, with nothing to comfort her but a soother was everything she’d dreamed of since the first day they’d met... and it was just the beginning. Ms. Hunter was practically salivating at the prospect of what was coming next.

At last, when she’d satisfied herself, the Headmistress dumped the whimpering Donna Waxler off her lap, sending her tumbling to the floor. Landing heavily on her scalded rump, she sprang quickly to her feet and began a cartoonish war-dance, hopping from foot to foot and rubbing her crimson derriere frantically in a desperate (but futile) attempt to sooth the furious throbbing fire the Headmistress had ignited in her most tender areas.

Arms folded neatly under her breasts, Elle Hunter sat back and admired her handiwork, beaming with pride as she watched the formerly dignified Dr. Donna Waxler prance across the floor, rubbing and wiggling, her sexy ass all red and jiggly behind her. She watched, basking in her rivals humiliating defeat, and the adulation of the crowd, before rising from her seat triumphantly, putting an end to Donna’s ridiculous war dance by reaching out and grabbing her by the arm, immobilizing her.

“And now,” she said with relish, almost trembling at the thought, “it’s time for the big moment.”

She turned towards the stage, Donna following her gaze reluctantly, sucking nervously on her pacifier as the audience parted, giving her a look at the changing table that had been set up under the hot glare of the spotlight.

Waxler turned to The Headmistress, her eyes wide and pleading. Elle just threw her head back and laughed evilly. “Let’s go, babykins,” she commanded, dragging Donna roughly behind her, even reaching back to deliver a swat to her already red-hot rear-end to urge her along when she hesitated. “Don’t dawdle, young woman... your red little bottom has an urgent appointment with a fluffy white diaper!”

Donna Waxler squealed and fought behind her soother, but was powerless to stop Ms. Hunter from pulling her onstage, forcing her to turn and face the crowd shamefully while Nurse Ginger got things ready. Staring out into the crowd, completely nude, her heavy tits and neatly trimmed pussy on display for the whole world, Waxler could only suck her soother with a pitiful expression on her face, all vestiges of her former confidence stripped away.

At last, everything was ready, and the headmistress ordered Donna onto the table, delivering a scalding swat to her jiggling ass when she hesitated. “Hurry up! Don’t dawdle!” Elle Hunter ordered harshly, smiling warmly when the formerly proud woman scurried to comply as quickly as she could, taking her place on her back in the middle of the table, knees up and legs spread to submissively display her ass and pussy as she obediently waited for her diaper.

She gazed up at Elle pleadingly, but received nothing but a coolly condescending smile in return from The Headmistress, who regarded her victim with smug contempt.

“Here,” she said, squirting a goodly amount of cool lotion onto her palms. “I’ve got just the thing for that sizzling tushy.”

And with that, she applied the soothing cream to the doctor’s aching derriere, kneading and massaging the chilly ointment into her squirming bum and the deep, dark crevasse between them. The gooey salve felt heavenly on her searing cheeks, and Donna squeezed her eyes shut and cooed behind her pacifier, which she worked in and out of her mouth aggressively.

“Naughty girl!” The Headmistress chided, delivering a medium hard swat to Dr. Waxler’s upturned rump. “You’re not supposed to be enjoying this! Doctor, I’m shocked to find what a shameless, wanton slut you are!”

Elle delivered another swift spank to Donna’s backside, drawing a loud, shameful squeal from her victim. “Hold still,” She chided, producing a huge, crinkly pamper from beneath the table and holding it up for her victim to see. “It’s diaper time!”

Dr. Waxler shook her head as the diaper grew closer, squirming on the table in a futile attempt to escape, as though it were some sort of dangerous creature. Her efforts were thwarted when she found herself held in place by Nurse Ginger, leaving her helpless to do anything but struggle as the thick, puffy pamper came closer and closer.

“No!” She cried, spitting out her pacifier, fat, helpless tears rolling down her face as she made one last desperate plea on her behalf. “you can do anything... even spank me again! Just please don’t make me wear that!”

“Naughty girl!” Ms. Hunter admonished, delivering another swat to her victim’s blazing red rump, “you’ve been asking for this for a long time, young lady! You just hold that big, red bum still so mommy can put this nice thick diaper on you!”