What Emma Wants

Chapter Description: ​Zoe has a challenge for Emma. Something that SHOULD be simple, but can Emma manage it?

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“N-Now?” I asked. My confidence delating like a balloon with a tear.

“Yeah, let’s go to an empty classroom and you can change your diaper.” Zoe said.

I looked around. I would’ve loved nothing more than to show Zoe and everyone else that I could change myself. There was just one problem and that was… Zoe was right. I was the least coordinated girl around, a long way behind all the other girls in our senior year and probably behind many in the lower years as well, much to my embarrassment. I couldn’t back down now though. If I concentrated hard enough then maybe I can do a semi-adequate job. It wasn’t that hard; I’d watched Mom do it so many times without problem after all.

“OK.” I said. My voice quavered slightly from anxiety.

Zoe quickly finished up the last few bites of her lunch and then gathered her bag. And started leading the way. Liam went to stand up, but she turned back towards him, it was clear she still resented that he hadn’t asked her to the Prom.

“No boys allowed.” Zoe said with a wagging finger.

Liam, whose face had been like a child on Christmas, sank back down looking like he’d just opened his present to find a lump of coal. I followed Zoe feeling supremely unconfident that I could live up to what my bravado had said. As soon as we were out of the canteen, I quickened my pace, so I was level with Zoe.

“We don’t actually have to do it, right?” I said quickly, “Maybe we should forget it.”

“What’s the matter?” Zoe asked with a smile, “Chicken?”

“No, it’s just…” I started but I trailed off. I had nowhere to go with that sentence. I WAS scared.

“Here we go.” Zoe said as we came across an empty classroom.

Checking up and down the hallway to make sure we weren’t going to be seen, Zoe then opened the door and hurried inside. I followed and felt like I’d crossed through a looking glass and was seeing a whole new world.

“This is one of the boy’s classrooms…” I said as I looked around in wonder.

“You’ve never been in one?” Zoe asked. She had hurried over to pull three desks together, “I looked in a few times. They’re just really… boring. Not colourful like our classroom.”

It didn’t seem boring at all to me. I looked around in wonder at all the things used for learning. The books on many subjects, the whiteboard currently showed a graph I couldn’t hope to understand, a globe and computer on the teacher’s desk. It was less colourful because it was more serious. This was a place for learning, for gaining the skills to make it in the world. God, how I wanted to stay in there…

“OK, we can… Hey, what are you doing?” Zoe asked.

I had wondered down a wall lined with books. I took in the titles like a sponge absorbing water. They were mostly just textbooks for various subjects, but they filled my mind’s imagination like a flood. I could only dream about what was inside them, I certainly didn’t have time right then to start looking. I sighed.

“Come on, we can’t stay here forever.” Zoe said as she grabbed me by the arm and pulled me back to the makeshift table she had made. I looked down at the desks and then at Zoe who was watching me expectantly.

“What should I…” I started.

“You said you could change yourself.” Zoe said, “I want to see it. Look, I’ll even help.”

Zoe took my bag from me and pulled out the spare diaper that was kept inside as well as the baby powder and wipes. I looked back at the door, there was no way to lock it though, thankfully, the only windows pointed towards the outside and they were all shrouded by blinds.

“Alright…” I said. I looked around, my knees felt slightly weak. Failure here would mean more than just losing a bet with no stakes, it would prove Zoe right, that I was still as hopeless as I ever was. It felt like an exam that I had forgotten about and now I was being forced to take it with no preparation whatsoever.

There had been a few times in my life where I had attempted to change myself and, to be honest, it had never gone particularly well. It usually resulted in my mom finding me, taking over and then supervising me cleaning up the mess I had made, or dad finding me and spanking my bare bottom.

“You want me to do it right here?” I asked nervously, “Right now?”

“If you want to back out and admit you can’t then we can ju-…” Zoe started.

“No, no, no… I can!” I looked down at my waist.

“Well, go on then!” Zoe said.

I took a dep breath. I could do this. I’d been changed so often I could see every step in my mind. It wasn’t the order of instructions that troubled me though. It was the coordination. The familiar problem that haunted everything I tried to do.

I had been sent to school in white dress with blue frills that day. I had to have Zoe help me unzip it at the back before I lifted it over my head. It felt so strange to be standing in the middle of a school classroom with only my bra, a damp diaper, and my socks and shoes on. I climbed on to the desks which wobbled a little before lying down. I took a deep breath as I reached down for the tapes of my disposable, once I did this there would be no turning back.

The tapes sounded extra loud in the empty and silent classroom. When I pulled the last one away the diaper slackened, and I was able to unfold it between my legs. I took another deep breath and realised I hadn’t even been breathing during the process. Zoe handed me some baby wipes and that was where I realised this was not going to be easy. The process of cleaning myself should’ve caused no issues at all, and yet my hands found it difficult to concentrate on both gripping the wet tissues and wiping in the correct way. Zoe looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

“Geez, I think an actual baby would do a better job.” Zoe commented acidly.

“Shut up.” I grunted, lifting my head to try and look at what I was doing.

Once I was sure I had done about as good a job as my lack of coordination would allow, I lifted my butt and pulled the diaper up. Almost immediately, it slipped from my grasp and fell to the floor. I tried to make it look like it was on purpose, but I wasn’t fooling even myself of that.

“Want some help?” Zoe asked with a wry smile.

“Just hand me the damn diaper.” I muttered.

Once I had it back, I was free to try again. I was getting increasingly frustrated at my own inabilities. It didn’t make sense; I’d seen so many of these damn changes and yet I still couldn’t copy them. My fingers just refused to do as they were told. I managed to get the diaper up and over my private area but as I tried to pull the tapes my fingers kept slipping off them. I could see Zoe shuffling her feet, she was losing interest in watching me fail to do something I said I could manage easily.

The door to the classroom opened and both Zoe and I turned our heads. I was still holding the diaper against my tummy with the tapes sticking out when a teacher walked in. He was eating an apple and when he saw us girls he stopped. I swore at myself for taking so long. This was the worst possible outcome.

“What’s going on?” The teacher asked. I didn’t even know his name.

“N-Nothing.” I replied stupidly.

The teacher walked over to his desk and put his apple down. I tried desperately to tape myself up but, in my panic, I was even more uncoordinated. I didn’t know what to do. I had been caught red-handed doing something I knew wasn’t allowed. Zoe backed away from me as if trying to disassociate herself with the whole situation.

“It doesn’t look like nothing.” The teacher said as he stood next to me.

I felt incredibly vulnerable in my supine position. My face was going red, and I bit my lip as the teacher stared at me, it was like he thought if he looked hard enough, he would be able to read my mind. Finally, he turned away to look at Zoe.

“She said she could change her own diaper!” Zoe quickly spilled the beans, “I was just watching!”

“Wow…” I muttered under my breath, “Thanks, Zoe.”

There wasn’t any other rational explanation. I knew that. But it would’ve been nice if Zoe tried even a little bit to cover for me. Unfortunately, we were told that lying is wrong and that good girls would never do it, and Zoe was nothing if not a good girl.

“Is that right?” The teacher asked. He looked down to my failed efforts and his face twisted into a thin-mouthed smirk, “And how has that been going? Can she do it?”

“No!” Zoe didn’t hesitate in her emphatic reply.

“I… I could!” I argued, “I just need some practice…”

The teacher shook his head and then reached down to grab my wrist. I yelped and tried to pull away, but he was much too strong, in no time at all he had pulled me off the desk. The diaper fell away leaving my bottom half uncovered as I stumbled forwards. Already tears were springing from my eyes as I pleaded with the teacher to let me go. I hated that I was begging.

“Please!” I said with a sob escaping my mouth, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

“You will be.” The teacher replied grimly.

I tried unsuccessfully to pull away as I was pulled to the teacher’s desk. I was pulled forwards until my hips hit the wood and I was bent over the edge. My hands went sprawling in front of me and I ended up knocking some paperwork on to the floor. That seemed to annoy the teacher anymore and he exclaimed at the mess I had made.

“It wasn’t my fault!” I cried, “Y-You pushed me!”

The teacher didn’t care. In his opinion, I had forced him to do this because I had misbehaved, I had committed the cardinal sin of trying to change my own diaper. I was still wondering why it was such a big deal when I felt a spank land on my bare butt. I squealed and gasped as my legs kicked out. I wanted to get away but I was held in place. The tears started to come faster and heavier now, my head looked to the side and through my watery vision I could see Zoe watching with a hand covering her mouth.

I could already feel my ass stinging after just a single smack. The second, third, fourth and fifth only made it worse. I felt sure I was going to bruise. I beat the desk with my hands and cried uncontrollably, snot running down my face as I thrashed my head from side to side. As far as I could tell Zoe was just watching, the humiliation was as bad as the pain.

I thrashed and lost control of my body. I felt urine leaking out of me and down my legs. I heard it dripping down to the floor between my legs and even hitting the desk next to me. I tried to tell the teacher what was happening, to say I was sorry and couldn’t stop it, but I couldn’t get the words out. The only things that came out of my mouth were spit and sobs.

“Oh, for Heaven’s sake…” The teacher said. He must’ve noticed the growing puddle between my legs.

A bell rang and I felt the spanking abruptly finish. A second later the door to the classroom opened. I gasped. Boys were coming in and seeing me mooning them with a butt that had just been tanned red. I heard catcalls and laughter. Still bent over the desk, I didn’t want to get up. I didn’t want to show my face to these guys. The male students I was so desperate to be equal to was seeing me in the worst possible light.

“Get out of here.” The teacher said, “And tell the reception to send a janitor here to clean up your mess.”

I slowly lifted myself up. I must’ve looked like a complete mess. My face was red and puffy, there were tear streaks down my cheeks and my hair was all over the place. I could see it all in the window in front of me. My dress came down and gave me a little modesty. I looked around as I shook and felt unsure of what to do. I couldn’t see Zoe, but I did see a lot of male faces staring at me. Some smirked, one or two winked and blew kisses, but for the most part they weren’t reacting much. It almost felt worse, it was as If this was all that was expected of girls like me.

“If you don’t get a move on, I’ll give you detention.” The teacher said as he put his hand on my back and gave me a little push towards the door, “And you can meet my ruler.”

I saw the teacher pointing to his desk where a large wooden ruler sat. I shuddered. I didn’t need any more motivation and hurried left the room despite the horrible feeling of wetness running down my legs and my very saw butt. My hands went down to my backside as soon as the door closed, and I looked around for Zoe. She wasn’t there.

Of course, Zoe would’ve hurried along to our classroom. I couldn’t help but feel as if she had abandoned me. With everything that had happened recently regarding our dates for the prom I couldn’t help but wonder if the whole thing had been deliberate. I shook my head, no matter how mad Zoe was with me I was sure she would never have done something so cruel.

Without waiting around any longer and getting myself in more trouble, I turned towards the reception. I needed to get the janitor for the mess I had left behind, I needed a new diaper from the nurse, and I would need a change of clothes… again.

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