Babe Academy Chapter Thirty Eight (Patreon)

Wow... where'd the summer go?!

Sorry I'm a bit late with this everyone. Same old story: I've been busy, I blinked, and September was almost half over. I'm getting back on track this week though-- look for another story update and another instalment of YCDTTHC in the next couple of days.

Tucked into her bed, surrounded by gorgeous, lightly snoring Adult Baby girls, Headmistress Elle Hunter murmured and writhed pleasurably in her sleep, dreaming deeply. In the dream, her power and control were unquestionable... as her colleague, the unfortunate Dr. Donna Waxler, was learning....

“Don’t you dare spit that out again, you little brat,” Ms. Hunter said sternly, returning the pacifier to Donna’s mouth, “because I promise you’ll regret it if you do.”

She shot her trembling victim a stern look that froze her in place, leaving Dr. Waxler with little to do but suck her pacifier as Ms. Hunter slid the thick, thirsty diaper under her sore red buttocks, wincing when the searing skin made contact with the material. The Headmistress tutted, faux sweet.

“Awwww... poor little baby!” she reached out to stroke and squeeze Donna’s throbbing cheeks, thrilling at the heat they radiated. “Her tushy is just sooooo sore, isn’t it?”

“Mmmm-hhhmm...” Donna whimpered pathetically behind her soother, pulling her knees back to display her throbbing red cheeks and the glistening wet pussy between her thighs. Ms. Hunter chuckled, giving those sore, spanked buttocks a particularly nasty squeeze, drawing a moan from the cringing, whimpering doctor.

“Well,” The Headmistress said, producing a tube of ointment from under the table, “I think I’ve got just the thing right here!”

Moments later, she was slathering cool, soothing cream into Donna’s sizzling butt-cheeks, working it into the baby-soft skin of her rump.

“Ahhh,” Dr. Waxler sighed, wriggling in pleasure as the cool cream threw a bucket of water over the  fire the spanking had ignited in her poor, roasted ass. “Oh! Oooo! Ahhhh!” she sighed and cooed from behind her pacifier, shivering, her toes curling and uncurling in blissful relief. Headmistress Hunter smiled, enjoying getting each cheek nice and gooey and paying special attention to the dark crinkle of her anus. Donna groaned, pleasure overtaking her shame, eyes rolling back into her skull. The gathered crowd watched silently, their eyes staring and gleeful, eagerly drinking in every moment of her public humiliation.

From behind her pacifier, she emitted a groan of disappointment when the Headmistress pulled the diaper up tight against her smooth, bare pussy. “Oh, hush up, you little brat!” Ms. Hunter chided, opening the tapes and sealing her victim’s tingling, throbbing privates tightly into her pampered prison.

“There!” she said, reaching out to rub the front of the diaper. The action seemed to fill the auditorium with the sound of crinkling, and Donna shuddered and slurped her pacifier compulsively in response.”Much better! I’d say this is far more suited to your personality than your usual look, eh, Doctor?”

From behind her pacifier, Donna Waxler got a peculiar look on her face, and for a moment, it seemed she might muster up an answer. Instead, she simply farted loudly in her diaper, drawing loud hoots of laughter from the audience and a surprised look from the headmistress. More than just humiliating for a proud, sophisticated dignified, and seemingly perfect woman like The Doctor, it was also a sign of submission... an admission that Headmistress Hunter had completely put her in her place!

“Young woman!” She chided, trying to maintain a stern face as she waved away the smell of Donna Waxler’s gas. “I can see” she told the rapidly reddening Dr. Waxler, “that we have quite a ways to go to make a little lady out of you!”

Behind her pacifier, Donna sobbed, but bit down on the nipple and forced herself to remain still, limiting the expressions of her humiliation down to pathetic mewing and whimpering. Ms. Hunter traced a nail across the supple flesh of Waxler’s chest, right above her big, heavy tits, smiling at the way she writhed in response, goose-pimples breaking out on her pale skin, her dark nipples springing to attention.

“OK, enough of this lazing around... up you come. That’s it, little one... stand up for Mama... that’s a good girl... on your feet, darling. That-a girl,” The Headmistress encouraged as she helped the trembling Donna to her feet.

Wide-eyed and apparently in a state of shock following her fall from grace, Donna glanced around wildly at the openly laughing and mocking crowd, splendidly ridiculous wearing a massive, brightly coloured adult diaper that spread her thighs awkwardly and made her rump stick out behind her, making it look like her butt had swelled to comedic proportions. The infantile diaper clashed with her amazonian physique,  her sleek, athletic womanhood made ridiculous by the silly pampers clinging to her loins. Every uncomfortable shift of her feet or tremble of humiliation brought with it a noisy crinkle that was easily heard, even over the general tittering and whispers of the crowd, and there was little comfort for her beyond her pacifier, which she sucked submissively.

“Time for a new wardrobe!” Ms. Hunter chuckled, snapping her fingers.

Instantly, a group of about 10 bystanders broke off from the rest of the crowd and surrounded Donna, who could only squirm and squeal from behind her soother as they quickly and efficiently dressed her. A pair of semi-translucent white tights were pulled up her legs, and Ms. Hunter burst out into appreciative laughter when she noticed they sported three rows of frills across the seat, bringing even more attention to poor Donna’s swollen, crinkling bottom!

While a pare a shiny leather Mary-Jane shoes were buckled onto her feet, a ridiculously lacy pink and white dress was tugged over her head, her arms threaded through the sleeves. Silky and ruffled, with a hem that was way too short, barely even reaching her crotch, the dress was perfect; delightfully babyish and girly, it nevertheless emphasized her womanly curves, putting her cleavage on display and emphasizing her narrow waist. A bonnet followed, it’s pink satin and white lace a perfect complement to her dress. Finally, her Pacifier was pinned to the front of her dress with a plastic, Hello Kitty clip. When the job was done, the group that had broke away to dress her parted, melting back into the main crowd and leaving Donna exposed to the world.

“Oh my god!” Headmistress Hunter couldn’t help whooping, pointing and laughing at Donna’s silly new ensemble. How could she ever have seen this woman as equal to her in any way? Standing in her embarrassing new clothes, diaper crinkling, left with nothing to do but suck her pacifier and pout, all semblances of her former power and ruthless intelligence had vanished, leaving a whimpering, shivering Adult Baby in her place.

“And now...” said Ms. Hunter with relish, her glorious breasts heaving with every excited breath as she gazed upon the beautiful Adult Baby, cowering and fearful, who looked back at her with a confused expression... just what else could possibly be taken from her?

Slurping nervously on her pacifier, she watched the Headmistress raise her arm and point across stage. Reluctantly, she followed her finger, watching fearfully as the crowd parted. When she saw what Elle was gesturing towards, her mouth popped open and the soother fell out to dangle from the ribbon clipped to her dress.

At the centre of the stage, now highlighted under a bright spotlight, sat the intimidating sight of the Doctor’s regression machine.

“No!” she cried when the machine was revealed. “Please!You can’t, you just can’t do that to me! Please, anything but that!”

The Headmistress drank in her fear and panic with glee, but hid it behind the expression of a stern, no-nonsense disciplinarian. “You little brat!” She said, reaching out to swat Donna’s bulging diaper-butt. “I told you not to lose this again,” she added, returning the pacifier to it’s proper place between Donna’s pouty lips.

Seizing Donna by the top of her arm, she dragged her, struggling but silent behind her soother, towards the machine. With the help of Nurse Ginger, she was placed into the chair and buckled in place by thick leather straps around her wrists and ankles. She whimpered and struggled delightfully, but was unable to stop The Headmistress from slipping the headset over her eyes and buckling it around the back of her head. Elle stepped up to the console commandingly and began typing.

“I’m taking you all the way back, babe,” she said, a maniacal grin spreading across her face. “You thought you were so damn superior... well, we’ll see how superior you feel when you’re crawling around the floor of my office in a dirty diaper!”

“Elle! Please!” Donna begged from the chair. “I thought we were friends!”

“Ha!” Ms. Hunter laughed coldly, punching the final commands into the console. “You treated me like nothing but your errand girl! I’ll show you what happens when you underestimate me, you bitch!”

With great relish, and not a small amount of satisfaction she hit the enter key and...

Nothing happened.

Confused, Elle hit the button again. A ripple of confused chatter went through the audience, and Elle realized, to her discomfort, that they were all staring at her now.

An eerie chuckle drew her attention to the chair where Donna Waxler sat, strapped in, awaiting her fate.

Slowly, The Headmistress looked over and realized that Dr. Waxler was laughing... and that laughter filled her with cold fear.

The Doctor looked over at her with a cool smile and eyes of fire, and when she spoke, it turned Elle’s blood to ice.

“My turn now.”