Miley Gets Regressed Part Ten

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“Since you failed to watch our new student properly, resulting in a punishment for her,” Ms. Smythe said slowly, grinning sadistically, relishing the way Trixie squirmed in her seat in front of her, “I think it’s only fair that you share in her fate.”

     “NO!” Trixie cried, her voice quivering. “Not that! PLEASE! I did everything you said-- you can’t send me back to...” She trailed off, looking towards Miley with an expression of disgust on her face.

     But Ms. Smythe simply smirked, gazing at Trixie like a cat looking at a mouse who’d found herself cornered. “I’m sorry, young lady, but my mind has been made up-- I’m reducing your age-status to two years old, I’m revoking your student helper status, and I’m eliminating all your adult privileges-- including your potty privileges,” she said, her voice dripping with delight as she watched Trixie first turn pale, then redden as the news settled in.

     “You can’t!” Trixie screeched, and Miley flinched at the abject humiliation and horror in her voice. “Please, Ms. Smythe-- I’ll do anything!”

     But Alice just gazed at her coolly, the girl’s pleas falling on deaf ears. “I’m sorry, young woman, but I’ve made up my mind. In fact...” she said, rising and crossing over to a cupboard on the far side of the room, “we might as well get started right now.” Sifting through the shelves, she gathered up a big diaper, along with some wipes, powder, and a soft pink blanket, which she spread out on the hardwood floor of her office. Looking up at Trixie, she grinned and patted the padded surface.

     “Come along, baby girl… plunk your butt down here.”

     Miley could see the fury clouding Trixie’s face. In a flash, the overgrown schoolgirl (and overgrown baby-to-be) was on her feet, raging at the Head Matron, who regarded her placidly.  

     “You- you bitch!” Trixie spat. “After everything I did? All that dirty work I had to do, and you just toss it out the window like it’s nothing?! After I literally had to change shitty diapers for you?! How dare you?!!” she thundered, rapidly coming unhinged. “You’d better reconsider, you slut, because I know things about this place… and you!” she said darkly, her eyes narrowing. “You better treat me right, because if I ever breathed one word of what I know to anyone, you’d be...”

     Before she could finish, Ms. Smythe’s hand shot out and seized Trixie by the wrist, her steely fingers digging into the girl’s flesh with white knuckles. Trixie gasped, stunned into silence by the shock. Almost faster than Miley’s eye could track, Ms. Smythe was sitting on the loveseat up against the far wall of her office, and with a sharp snap of her wrist, the bratty Trixie found herself toppled into the head matron’s lap, her little schoolgirl skirt briefly flipping up behind her to reveal her full-seated, white cotton little-girl undies with ‘Wednesday’ printed across the seat in block letters. Miley’s first instinct was to giggle at them… until she realized, squirming in her crinkly pamper, that she would do almost anything to trade her thick diapers for the dainty cotton of Trixie’s panties.

     Not that they would be of any aid to Trixie in her current situation, a fact she discovered the hard way when she received a stinging spank across the seat.  

     “OW! NO!” Trixie cried, kicking in the air and struggling to escape from Alice’s lap. “Lemme go! Lemme g--!”

     WHAP! The head matron cut off her please with a stinging swat directly to the seat of her bulbous, pantie-clad bottom. Trixie gave a cry and bucked in place in a futile attempt at propelling herself from Ms. Smythe’s lap, leaving her rump exposed for a series of hard spanks to each one of her wobbling buttocks.  

     Wincing, Trixie sucked in her breath with a hiss and unconsciously reached back to protect her butt, which was already stinging. Too late, she realized she had merely presented the expert spanker with an opportunity to grab her wrist and pin it up at her lower back, effectively immobilizing her. With wide eyes, Trixie peeked back over her shoulder. “I’m warning you! Don’t-- YEEOOWW!”

      WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP! Ms. Smythe delivered a rapid-fire salvo of spanks to Trixie’s pantied bottom. Miley watched with a grim satisfaction as the skin around the leg bands began to turn a hot pink.

     Trixie sagged across the head matron’s lap when the spanked suddenly came to a halt, but her relief was short lived. Tucking her fingers into the waistband of the girl’s panties, Alice quickly hauled them down to half mast, revealing the plump cheeks of her wriggling derriere, which were turning a delightful shade of red. Trixie gave an outraged squawk that turned to a helpless squeal when the spanking resumed in earnest. Miley looked on with a pounding heart and a strong, tickling throb in her pussy. She squirmed in her seat, the fat diaper crinkling noisily under her bottom which had been so recently wiped, oiled and powdered by another beautiful woman. Watching Trixie get her delightfully rounded backside spanked in prelude to having every ounce of her maturity stripped away, Miley had to admit she was definitely getting turned on.

     Miley watched the spanking unfold in front of her like it was a scene from a movie. Ms. Smythe was an excellent spanker with years of experience, she turned the girl’s backside red with powerful, confident spanks delivered at both slow and quick tempo. This was alternated with lots of rubbing and patting between flurries, and poor Trixie never knew what to expect next. Miley squeezed her thighs together, pressing the padding up against her privates as she watched.

     Finally, the spanking was over, and Trixie found herself dangling over Ms. Smythe’s knee, exhausted, the plump heart of her bare bum stuck up in the air behind her, all red and stinging. Tears were leaking from the corners of her eyes, but she had held on, and hadn’t given the bitchy head matron the satisfaction of seeing her cry. Ms. Smythe allowed her to rise-- with strict instructions that there be “no rubbing.”

     Trixie rose to her feet, her panties falling to her ankles. Her bare butt was blazing behind her, but she resisted the urge to reach back and rub her sizzling cheeks. Miley watched the situation eagerly, pleased that someone else was on the receiving end of the humiliation for a change.

     “Now,” said Ms. Smythe with a smirk, “Before you threw your little tantrum, I was going to allow you to keep your schoolgirl uniform until we could get you into something more appropriate for your new status… but now, I think you should take it all off before we put you in your diaper.

     Trixie glared at the headmistress, radiating pure hate… but she didn’t hesitate to start stripping her clothes off, until she was standing before them all totally nude, her bare buns blazing bright red behind her. Miley watched with mounting arousal, studying the shapely, womanly curves of Trixie’s body, the large, heavy orbs of her breasts, the shapely swell of her hips and the plump hillocks of her butt-cheeks, all red and shiny like a set of brightly glowing tail lights. Ms. Smythe looked her up and down slowly, a playful smirk spreading across her lips.

     “Get that bright-red bum down now, missy” she said gesturing to the blanket once more, “and let’s get some pampers on you.

     With a groan, Trixie reluctantly complied, the fight spanked out of her… at least for the moment. Miley grinned and settled in, eager to watch someone else get a diaper change for once… but as she knelt down between Trixie’s legs and pulled a wipe from the nearby container, Ms. Smythe shot Miley a look that chilled her.

     “Don’t get too comfortable missy… we still have to find you a roommate to bunk down with.”

Who should Miley’s roommate be?