Age Regression Spanking

Age Regression Spanking

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by: d2og
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Mar 7, 2018

Commission from cowkites. Elizabeth Turner, fresh-out-of-college and feeling in over her head, is a newly hired teacher at the prestigious Vitae Academy. Between her age and her good looks, she's been having difficulty garnering the respect she believes she deserves. To make matters worse, one of her new students is a girl she used to babysit; a girl named Rachel that holds a grudge against her. When Elizabeth does something a bit drastic to get her class under her control, Rachel responds ten-fold and Elizabeth's life changes forever.
Chapter Description: Elizabeth Turner, fresh-out-of-college and feeling in over her head, is a newly hired teacher at the prestigious Vitae Academy. Between her age and her good looks, she's been having difficulty garnering the respect she believes she deserves. To make matters worse, one of her new students is a girl she used to babysit; a girl named Rachel that holds a grudge against her. When Elizabeth does something a bit drastic to get her class under her control, Rachel responds ten-fold and Elizabeth's life changes forever.
Author’s Note: This story contains a large amount of sexual and fetish content centering around mental age regression, role reversal, spanking, wetting, messing, diapers, and more. This is a darker story so keep that in mind as you near the end.
Elizabeth Turner could hardly contain her nerves as she watched the clock. She sat in the teacher"s lounge, along with a few of her peers, and mentally prepared herself for her first day of teaching at Vitae Academy.
Hopefully the kids are a little bit more manageable than the staff"¦, Elizabeth thought to herself. The past few days of prep for the start of the school year had been a hectic one and made all the worse by the constant stares Elizabeth had been subject to. Elizabeth"s age and petite frame made her an easy target for disrespectful behavior from staff and students alike. In an effort to downplay her inexperience and fresh-out-of-college appearance, Elizabeth dressed a little more provocatively than the rest of the faculty would like. On a typical day, Elizabeth would wear a tight black pencil skirt that accentuated her curves and gave passersby a clear view of her pantyline should she bend over. A pair of sleek black heels perked her already plump butt up and gave her the extra height she would need to be able to look her peers (and some of the more developed students) in the eye. Her ample bosom was barely contained by a thin white button-up blouse, which Elizabeth purposefully did not fully button so that she could show off the expensive lace bras she loved to buy.
If her sense of fashion wasn"t enough to grab attention and leave the women around her jealous, then her natural beauty was. Elizabeth had pale smooth skin and wavy auburn hair that she kept pulled into a high bun. Her cute facial features and hazel eyes were framed perfectly by a pair of dark rimmed glasses that Elizabeth hoped gave her a more refined, intelligent look.
"A bit old to be playing dress-up, aren"t you?", said a sultry voice from behind Elizabeth. Elizabeth looked over her shoulder to see a beautiful woman in her mid-thirties: Samantha Maxwell. The older woman stood nearly a foot taller than Elizabeth and acted as if every inch she had on the younger woman made her that much more important. She wore her long black hair down and over one shoulder, naturally drawing the eye to her perky breasts. Unlike Elizabeth, Samantha dressed simply in a yellow dress, cream-colored sweater, and a pair of flats; but with her natural curves and long legs, Samantha still drew plenty of glances in her direction.
"W-what do you mean, Samantha? I"ve been dressing like this all we--", Elizabeth began.
"Oh! Is that you, Elizabeth?," Samantha asked, feigning ignorance. "I thought a student had snuck in and was trying to pose as a teacher. You can understand my confusion." Elizabeth glared up at Samantha. She opened her mouth, but the first bell rang and quickly reminded her that she had a class to get to. Samantha waved at Elizabeth, a smirk on her face as she watched the new teacher rush to her first class.
In her haste to get to the classroom, Elizabeth had nearly forgotten the layout of the academy. By the time she arrived at the threshold to the room, she was already a few minutes late. She took a moment to collect herself, put on her best smile, and did her best to walk confidently into the room.
"Good morning everyone!", Elizabeth said as she looked at the crowd of teenagers that would be her students for the next semester. She did her best to take them all in, looking from student to student until her eyes fell upon a face she hadn"t seen for some time. The name didn"t come to her immediately and neither did the context for her knowing this girl, but as their eyes met Elizabeth became painfully aware of how she knew this girl.
Rachel...oh no...you"ve got to be kidding me"¦, Elizabeth thought as she felt her entire body tense up.
Elizabeth had babysat Rachel several years ago back when she was in college and Rachel was thirteen. Rachel didn"t actually need that much looking after, understandably so given her age at the time; nonetheless, she was a handful. Rachel always resented her for being her babysitter. The girl made it abundantly clear that she thought she was way too old for a babysitter and Elizabeth agreed; though she kept her mouth shut because she needed the money. If anyone should have been to blame it was Rachel"s overprotective parents, but Elizabeth figured that it was easier for Rachel to blame her rather than her mom and Dad.
Rachel had developed a great deal since Elizabeth had seen her last. The messy mop of dirty blonde hair that she used to have was perfectly well-managed and styled now. She had grown several feet and would probably be taller than Elizabeth given a year or two more. Mere days away from her sixteenth birthday, Rachel held herself like an adult; a difficult task given the uniform she was required to wear. It was clear to Elizabeth from the way Rachel interacted with those around her that she was popular.
This is all I need...she"s going to make my life a living hell isn"t she"¦ Elizabeth wondered.
With her thoughts completely elsewhere, Elizabeth tripped over her own feet. She stumbled on her heels for a moment before she fell forward and deposited both her books and herself on the side of her desk. Elizabeth could tell from the sudden chill on the back of her thighs, that her skirt had ridden up in the tumble. The class burst into laughter as they got a glimpse of her panties. She looked back to adjust herself and her eyes met Samantha"s as the older woman watched her from just outside the room. Elizabeth"s face burned a bright red from the embarrassment, but before she could finish hiding her exposed underwear and collecting herself, Samantha entered the room.
Eager to embarrass Elizabeth further, Samantha addressed the class, "Quiet down, quiet down. Class this is Ms. Turner, your new teacher and a young woman new to teaching completely. Please be patient with her (as we all have) while she gets used to things around here."
Elizabeth stood and did her best to sound composed, "Thank you Samantha for your...help." She then turned to the whiteboard and continued, "As Mrs. Maxwell informed you all, my name is m--"
"Elizabeth, sweetheart, your skirt"¦", Samantha warned. The class behind her began to snicker as Elizabeth realized that the chill she had felt on her rear had not disappeared from before. She looked over her shoulder to see her skirt tucked up in the waist of her lace panties, leaving her plump butt and underwear exposed to everyone. Elizabeth"s face reddened as Samantha pulled her skirt out for her and straightened it. "There, all fixed!", Samantha cooed, then addressed the class, "I"ll see some of you later, but for now be nice to Ms. Turner here. Remember she"s new!"
Despite Samantha"s words to the students, Elizabeth"s day continued on in a downward trend. While she managed to keep herself from tripping or further exposing herself, Elizabeth"s class paid her little attention or respect. She wasn"t surprised to find that Rachel was the worst of them and no amount of reprimanding or threatening could sway the girl. By the end of the day, almost every single student and member of the faculty was aware of just how bad Elizabeth"s class had become. In an effort to reestablish her control over the classroom and garner respect from her peers, Elizabeth decided to do something she had hoped she would never have to: she was going to make an example of one of her students.
Elizabeth"s second day of teaching was no better. Hardly thirty minutes into the day and she was already on the verge of tears from her frustration. With no other options clear to her, Elizabeth waited until a student began to act up; lucky for her, Rachel had been passing notes to her friends all morning.
"Rachel? Would you like to share with the class what you"ve been writing?", Elizabeth asked. Instead of responding, Rachel rolled her eyes and went back to writing another note. "I asked you a question, Rachel." Elizabeth reiterated. She stood from her desk and approached the back of the classroom where Rachel sat. Elizabeth snatched the note from her before Rachel could react and held the note aloft. "Let"s see, "This teacher is such an idiot. Why the hell did someone let her teach?"" Elizabeth fumed as she crumpled the note in her hands. Enraged, she grabbed Rachel by the arm and dragged her to the front of the class.
"Well let"s just see how well I can teach someone a lesson, shall we?" Elizabeth pushed the unruly Rachel over her desk and lifted her skirt with the yardstick she had been using. Rachel struggled against her, but Elizabeth was able to keep her pinned to the desk. "You know Rachel, this is a very prestigious school. That means I can teach, do you understand?"
"Don"t you dare do what I think you"re gonna do!", Rachel yelled.
The yardstick smacked Rachel"s exposed butt firmly and left a red mark where it had hit her.
"OWW! Fucking stop it! I"ll get you fired for this!"
Elizabeth chuckled as Rachel only gave her more reason to continue on with the punishment, "Like I said, Vitae Academy is an old private school. Spanking naughty students is tradition; granted, they stop doing it after middle school, but I think this is a special case."
"OWWW! S-stop! Ms. Turner stop!"
Elizabeth smiled. It had been a long time since she had spanked an unruly kid. In fact, the last ill-mannered child she spanked was Rachel back when she had to babysit her. "Are you sorry, Rachel? Are you going to behave yourself?"
"Arrrrgh...fine! I"m so sorry..."
"I"m sorry, Ms. Turner...I"ll behave myself"¦", Rachel finally said through clinched teeth. Satisfied, Elizabeth let her stand and continued on with her class. Much as she expected, things went a lot smoother for her from then on out; aside from the occasional death-glare from Rachel.
Elizabeth went home that night thankful she had finally managed to get her class under control. She figured that her peers in the faculty would soon follow suit, but it would take time. Elizabeth went to sleep late that night, excited to continue on with her teaching career and completely unaware of what was happening at Rachel"s house not two blocks down.
"Mom! It"s midnight and I"ve had the worst day. Why are you coming in here and waking me up like this?", Rachel asked. Her mother stood next to her bed dressed all in black with a wide-brimmed hat and grin on her face. "It"s your sixteenth birthday today! You should be excited!"
Rachel rolled her eyes. "Why are dressed like you just fell out of a costume shop mom, you look ridiculous. Besides, my day is going to be a nightmare "cause my teacher decided to spank me in front of the whole class yesterday. Whatever weird birthday stuff you have planned isn"t going to make up for that."
"Oh? And what if I told you that you already had all you needed to fix that problem, no "weird birthday stuff" required?", her mother asked.
"What do you mean, mom? You"re weirding me out"¦", Rachel replied.
"Think about how it made you feel, what would you do to Ms. Turner..." Her mother then pulled a doll from her pocket. She snapped her fingers and the plain looking doll transformed until looked like a small version of Rachel"s teacher. "...if she were here now?"
"Magic. The same magic you now have. Now...think of what you would do and snap your fingers, just like I did."
I"d show her what it feels like to get spanked in front of the class. To be treated like a baby when she knows she"s an adult!, Rachel thought. She then snapped her fingers, as the doll"s clothing changed into a tiny dress and diapers. A large pacifier was stuffed in the doll"s mouth and it"s face was red with embarrassment.
Rachel laughed aloud as she examined the doll. "You were right mom, I should be excited for my birthday"¦"
As Elizabeth expected, her next day began far easier than the last few days had. Her class was well-behaved and the rest of the faculty had been less dismissive; the only thing that surprised her was Rachel. The girl looked far less defeated than Elizabeth expected; in fact, she looked even more confident and dismissive than yesterday.
Before too long, Rachel had begun to act up again. This time she openly talked to her friends as Elizabeth tried to teach. Elizabeth decided to let it slide at first, but after a few minutes the other students had begun to do the same.
"Rachel? Do we need to have another talk about your behavior like yesterday?", Elizabeth asked, doing her best to keep her voice stern.
"I don"t know, do we?", Rachel replied. She was clearly eager to get on Elizabeth"s nerves.
Elizabeth closed her book in a huff and crossed the room to Rachel"s desk. To her surprise, Rachel stood before she could reach her and made to grab her bag as if she planned to leave.
"And just where do you think you"re going?!", Elizabeth nearly yelled at Rachel, "Unless you want a repeat of yesterday, I suggest you march yourself right down to the principal’s office young lady." Rachel looked at her, a fire in her eyes that had not been there the day before. Elizabeth hesitated for a moment, unsure if she should rely on corporal punishment again.
"I"d like to see you try and spank me again.", Rachel responded, a sneer on her face. The class burst into a chorus of "oooooo"s" as Rachel glared at Elizabeth and snapped her fingers.
Without another word, Elizabeth grabbed Rachel by the wrist and pulled her over to her desk with little resistance. Confident that she would teach Rachel a lesson once and for all, Elizabeth moved to bend her over the desk.
Elizabeth gasped as the girl that had struggled against her so violently before, stood confidently against the pressure of her arm. It was obvious that Rachel was straining against her, but no matter how hard Elizabeth pushed she just couldn"t force the girl down.
"H-how are you doing this?!", Elizabeth asked, her voice strained from the effort.
Rachel winked at her, a smile plain on her face, "Wouldn"t you like to know?"
Then, before either of them could act a familiar voice called out from the door behind them, "What is the meaning of this?! Elizabeth, just what are you doing dressed like that and what are you trying to do to Rachel?"
Elizabeth turned around to find Samantha looking down on her, hands on her hips, clearly outraged. She was taken aback by her tone, but was upset that the woman continued on with her joke from before in front of her students, "Very funny Samantha. If you"ll excuse me, I"m trying to discipline my student." Elizabeth then turned and reached back out to Rachel, only to have her wrists grabbed from behind by Samantha.
"Excuse me, young lady? Is that how you address your teacher? And you will answer my question, where did you get those clothes? Where is your uniform?!", Samantha asked, even more upset than before.
"Uniform?! What are you going on about, Samantha?", Elizabeth asked. She looked around the room from any kind of support from her students, but only found a room full of teenagers eager to see what Mrs. Maxwell might do to Elizabeth.
Samantha "tsked" and grabbed Elizabeth"s wrist. Elizabeth struggled against her, but found the older woman far stronger than she would have anticipated. "Your school uniform, Elizabeth. The one I"m going to put you in after I punish you for this ridiculous behavior.
"B-but! I mean it! This isn"t funny. I am a teacher. Tell her Rachel!", Elizabeth said, her expression frantic as Samantha pulled her across her lap.
"I"ve had enough of your nonsense, Elizabeth. Let"s see how you like being spanked in front of your classmates."
Elizabeth whimpered and squirmed as Samantha easily overpowered her. Her arm was pinned behind her back and she was left completely helpless in the older woman"s lap as Samantha lifted up her skirt and exposed Elizabeth"s panties to the class. "Honestly, where does a girl like you get off thinking it"s okay to where such lacy things like this.", Samantha chided. Elizabeth yelped as Samantha yanked her panties up and fully exposed her pale cheeks. Without warning, Samantha began spanking her.
The embarrassment Elizabeth felt being spanked in front of a room of teenagers was nothing like she had ever felt before. Almost immediately, her eyes began to grow wet and her lips trembled.
They"re all gonna make fun of me! I"m never going to live this down! Elizabeth thought.
"Doesn"t feel good, does it? I don"t have to keep going, but you need to apologize to Rachel and admit to everyone here that you"re not a teacher.", Samantha said.
"I-I"m sorry Rachel! I-I won"t ever do it again, I promise"¦" Elizabeth sniffled as she spoke. She couldn"t meet Rachel in the eyes as the girl looked down on her.
"And what else?", Samantha asked.
"And"¦?", Samantha asked again.
Elizabeth began to cry as the rest of the class laughed at her. She kicked her legs like a child as her ass grew sore from the punishment. "I-I"m not a teacher"¦"
"Good girl! Now repeat after me: "I"m a teenage girl in high school, Mrs. Maxwell.""
Nooooo"¦.it"s not fair...this doesn"t make any se-
"Now, young lady. Unless you want to continue your punishment in detention?"
"N-no, puh-please...I"m...I"m a teenage girl in high school...Mrs. Maxwell.", Elizabeth finally answered.
"And do you belong in those clothes?", Samantha asked.
Elizabeth swallowed audibly as she mustered the courage to say what Samantha, now Mrs. Maxwell to her, wanted her to, "N-no Mrs. Maxwell"¦"
Satisfied with Elizabeth"s response Samantha allowed her to stand, then addressed the class. "All of you behave yourselves while Elizabeth and I find her some proper clothing. If I hear that anything else happened while I"m gone, then Elizabeth won"t be the only one with a sore bottom."
Elizabeth was allowed a brief moment to grab her bag before she was dragged out of the classroom and down the hall. It took her some time to dry her tears and work up the courage to talk to Samantha after what had just happened. "W-what"s going on? Y-you don"t actually think I"m a student...right? I-I don"t really have to call you Mrs. Maxwell, do
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