Car Seat 2

Car Seat [Part 2]

By Daring Diane

Chapter 16

Melissa soaked in a hot bath and applied the ointment afterward.  She slept on her side that night to minimize any residual pain.  By morning the pain was gone. But, the message was not.  Melissa was going to follow the rules.  She donned her childish panties.  She then put on a cotton bra which she seldom wore.  She did not want to get in trouble for wearing the wrong kind of bra.  Then she added the cotton camisole instead of her silky camisole.  She then checked her uniform and confirmed everything was correct.  She had on no makeup and she had her jewelry in her book bag.

Melissa looked younger than her daughter as they approached the school bus.  Parents who had been watching the slow transformation did not know what to think. 

Susan Adams was grabbing a coffee and stopped by to chat with the school nurse.  The nurse asked, “Who got the paddle yesterday?”

Susan smiled and said, “The new girl in fourth grade, Melissa.”

The nurse screwed up her face.  “Isn’t that Melissa Martin Mary's mom.  I thought she was just riding the bus.  Why would you be paddling an adult?’

The school board decided that she has to follow the rules and the state said she had to be assigned to a homeroom.  I assigned her to the fourth grade homeroom since those were the kids she was sitting with on the bus.  But now she has to follow the rules which includes following the dress code. “

“Some of the other girls asked why she was wearing jewelry and makeup.  We had already had issue with her wearing the wrong shoes and blouse.  I told her the last time that if she couldn’t follow the rules, she would pay the price.  Yesterday she agreed she deserved to be punished.”

“The funny thing was that when I went to paddle her I found out she was wearing Victoria Secret silky panties.  That was of course another violation.  So the paddling went on a little longer than originally planned.”

The nurse thought a moment.  “Wow, so she has to follow all the same rules as the other kids?”

Susan nodded. “I think we have it all covered now.

The nurse thought and asked, “Do you want her to follow the rules or are you looking to break her because of her previous tirades?”

Susan got a quizzical look on her face. “Why do you ask?”

The nurse asked, “Did you check her bra?”

Susan shook her head.  “No I never thought of that.  But even if she had the wrong one on yesterday, I’ll bet she has one consistent with the uniform code today.”  Susan smiled and looked at the nurse.

The nurse had an odd smile on her face.  That caught Susan off guard.

Susan asked, “What?  Tell me what it is.”

The nurse explained that Melissa probably did not meet the dress code requirements which allowed her to wear a bra at all.  The nurse said she was unsure if this was privileged information.  But, if Susan found an opportunity, it might be worth measuring her.  The nurse assured her that Melissa was almost flat as a board.

Susan Adams smiled as she made her way back to her office.  This secret would allow her to watch her new student.  And, if her new student seemed to lose focus, Susan would come down on her for another life lesson.

Susan stopped Melissa in the hall and did a quick uniform inspection.  As expected Melissa had changed to a cotton, uniform acceptable bar.  But even with a cursory inspection, it was obviously padded. 

Susan ignored this little violation for today.  She would save it. 

Melissa felt a huge amount of satisfaction as she almost skipped to the office.  She had mastered the dress code.  As she was standing the bathroom at her office, Melissa took stock of the little girl in the mirror and mumbled to herself, I am feeling successful and happy because I mastered the dress code for a fourth grade school girl.  I must be losing it.  I have to be a good girl and all. But, I have to get a grip on reality.

Melissa simply kept her childish underwear on and donned her professional clothes.  No one would see her underwear.  She applied her makeup and added jewelry.  She saw her adult self in the mirror again. 

Chapter 17 Brittany learns about the School Uniforms

Melissa had a showing that afternoon.  Brittany loaded Melissa into her car seat.  One of the things Brittany had avoided mentioning was that when the leg spreader cushion was put into place, it required Brittany to push Melissa’s skirt up to make room for the cushion.  With Melissa leaning back in the chair, this action usually exposed Melissa’s underwear to Brittany just like it would have with any other child being placed into a car seat.

Brittany was envious of Melissa’s different expensive looking panties and secretly looked forward to seeing what she was wearing on each trip.  Therefore, Brittany was surprised when Melissa’s clothing seemed to bunch against Melissa’s typically silky underwear.  She was more surprised when the portion of Melissa’s panties which were revealed seemed to be some kind of thick cotton underwear.  She vowed to keep an eye on her charge and see why she changed her underwear. 

On the return trip, Brittany positioned Melissa in the car seat so that her skirt bunched up a little higher than usual.  As she leaned in to attach the harness, Brittany accidentally on purpose pushed Melissa’s skirt higher than usual.  Melissa was so uncomfortable riding in the car seat that she hardly noticed.  But Brittany confirmed that Melissa was wearing some kind of children's underwear instead of her usual fare.

Brittany left everything as it was and Melissa was so distracted by wanting to get going that she did not even realize her undies were on display.  Brittany adjusted the rear view mirror and on the way back to work, she kept snatching peeks of the girl in the back seat with her underwear on display.  It was her own little game and she was enjoying it. 

Over the next few days, Melissa kept wearing her uniform appropriate clothing and underwear.  Brittany made it a game to see how exposed she could make Melissa without her knowledge.  But, Brittany was fascinated by the change to childish underwear.  She simply could not figure out a way to bring it up to Melissa. 

About a week later, Mrs. Dolan called Brittany into her office and closed the door. 

Mrs. Dolan began, “Brittany, when you began working here, you signed a non-disclosure agreement.  You are required to keep secrets about work and our clients private.  You can’t tell anyone about private things you learn here.  Do you remember and understand this?”

Brittany assured her she understood.

Mrs. Dolan continued, “I have to be out of the office this afternoon and I need you to do something for me.  You have been driving Melissa around for a few weeks now.  I know we did not go into detail regarding why she cannot drive.  However, you know about the car seat and loss of driving privileges.  Melissa has to ride the school bus into work in the morning and she rides it home in the afternoon.  That is why she leaves a little earlier than many of the other sales people.  However, there is one other issue which I do not believe you are aware of.”

Brittany stared straight into Mrs. Dolan’s face and said, “I am here to do whatever is needed.  Just tell me what I can do to help.”

Mrs. Dolan took a deep breath and said, “Because of some wrangling with the state, Melissa is required to wear a school uniform when riding the bus.”

Brittany couldn’t help herself, “What? That is ridiculous.”

Mrs. Dolan agreed, “I agree.  However, they also have forced her to be dressed in that uniform when arriving or leaving the school grounds.  Therefore, Melissa has to change out of her uniform here in the office each morning and in the afternoon, she changes back into the uniform before leaving the office.  I have been acting as hall guard to ensure none of her other colleagues see her in the uniform.  She changes and slips out the back door.  The conversion is actually quite remarkable.  But I need you to do that hall guard activity for me today.  And you cannot laugh or tell anyone about it.  Do you understand?”

Brittany was thrilled but she held her excitement in check and assured Mrs. Dolan that she would do anything that helped.  She told Mrs. Dolan she would help Melissa in any way that would lower the load on Mrs. Dolan.  She said, “That is why I am here.  I do the things to let you make more money for the company.  I’ll take care of Melissa.  In fact, I can do it from now on if you want.”

Mrs. Dolan was happy that Brittany had taken this so well.  She called Melissa's extension and explained that she would be out this afternoon.  She told her she had talked to Brittany and Brittany was happy to monitor the hall to assure Melissa her privacy. 

Melissa was concerned about letting Brittany in on any more of her degrading secrets.  However, it was too late now.  When Melissa was ready to leave she called Brittany.  Brittany assured her she would keep her secret and guarded the hall while Melissa changed.

Brittany was stunned when a small school girl wearing a crisp school uniform and wearing a school backpack emerged from the bathroom and exited the building.  Suddenly, Brittany realized, Melissa was wearing her school uniform underwear all the time.  Brittany had gone to the same school and she was well aware of the dress code.  But she still did not understand why Melissa an adult was wearing the grade school uniform. 

But Brittany was thrilled to be a party to Melissa’s secret.  Melissa often talked down to Brittany.  Brittany had been getting some satisfaction from treating Melissa like a child when she was putting her in or taking her out of her car seat.  The idea of regressing this big sales woman to the role of a child was getting her excited.  Brittany wondered what else she could do.  She imagined Melissa in her school girl uniform riding in the car seat.  That would be something to see. 

Over the last week or two Melissa had been complaining about not having anything to drink while the two of them drove to and from appointments.  Brittany decided that she would help out Melissa and find something for her to drink out of. 

That evening Brittany visited several stores including a big box baby store that sold accessories for Melissa’s car seat.  She found several fun items that she could add to the car seat in the future.  She also decided to refer to the chair in all conversations as Melissa’s Car Seat.  She figured it would be a constant jab at Melissa’s self-confidence to be reminded that she needed a car seat. 

Chapter 18 Brittany helps Melissa

The next day, they had an appointment out of town.  Brittany and Melissa decided they needed to leave early for the long drive.  Brittany’s duties when getting into the car were basically the same as any adult loading a child into the car.  She gathered up Melissa’s things and placed them in the car.  Brittany had taken to putting Melissa’s purse and briefcase in the front seat since it was empty along with her own purse.  Brittany would help Melissa out of her coat which she typically wore.  Then Melissa would step up into the car.  Melissa would turn to face Brittany and Brittany would grab her torso under the arms and place Melissa into the car seat.  There followed the harnessing procedures and the ladies would be off. 

After Brittany noticed the underwear and learned of the school uniform, she observed and found that Melissa was also wearing a bra which seemed very utilitarian.  But as a previous student, she realized that this was also part of the dress code.  Melissa also noticed the cotton camisoles instead of the lacy ones Melissa used to wear. 

Today, as Brittany placed Melissa in her car seat she said, “Let’s get Melissa into her car seat.”  Melissa thought that was a little unusual.  After harnessing her in, Brittany asked, “Are you comfortable in your car seat?”

Melissa thought for a second and said, “I guess.” 

Brittany smiled as she made her way to the driver’s seat.

After they had been driving for a while on the highway, Melissa said, “Damn it.  I wanted to get something to drink since this was a longer drive than usual.”

Brittany smiled in the front seat and said, “No problem.”  She reached across to the passenger seat and extracted a tall slim plastic glass with a sipper top.  She reached over between the front seats and placed the cup into the cup holder.  Smiling, Brittany said, “I remembered that you complained a few times about wanting some water or something to drink.  I went to the store and got the cups that are mad for your car seat.  Isn’t that perfect?  It’s all a matched set.”

Melissa looked at the light blue cup with fish on it and a child’s sipper spout.  Exploding, she yelled, “Brittany, have you lost your mind.  I’m not drinking out of a baby cup.” 

Brittany pulled the car over on the shoulder and turned around.  She had her serious babysitter face on.  “You listen hear young lady.  You can’t have a regular cup it will spill all over you because of the angle of the seat.  I went out and searched for the right thing.  This cup is made for this chair and it won’t spill all over your nice clothes.  So you want to show up for our meeting soaked?  I doubt it.  Now I went to the trouble of buying you a gift and tried to anticipate your needs and you will show some thanks for the help I am providing.  Do we understand each other?”

Melissa had never seen this side of Brittany.  She was like a terror.  Melissa was unsure how she could get away from Brittany.  She was trapped in this car seat.  She said, “I’m sorry I yelled.  But I’m not a little kid.  This is a kid’s cup.”

Brittany asked the obvious question, “Will the shape of the cup change the taste of what is inside?  Or is this about pride?”

Melissa said, “I guess it won’t change the taste.  And of course it is about pride.”

Brittany said, “Then let’s get past it.  Take a drink.  Now.”

Melissa tentatively took the glass from the cup holder and raised the spout to her mouth.  She sucked out some of the water.

Brittany asked, “What does it taste like?”

Melissa said, “Water.”

Brittany said, "I watched you drink water from your glass.  I guess we don’t have a pride issue anymore.  Feel free to drink more from YOUR glass as we ride to our appointment.  I don’t want to hear about your glass anymore.”

Melissa nodded and looked down at her feet.  One of the more disconcerting things about the chair was that Melissa’s feet were way above the floor of the car.  They dangled in the air, just like a toddler in any other car seat.  Even though her thirst had been abated, she felt like she had slipped further down some unknown ladder.

Brittany smiled to herself.  The decision to get the childish cups instead of the solid black and blue was the right one.  She wondered what Melissa would think when she saw the second glass from the set which was pink with princesses on it.

By placing Melissa’s purse and briefcase in the front seat, Brittany had separated Melissa from her phone and forced her to experience her car seat experiences without major distractions.

When they got to the house, Brittany cheerily asked Melissa, “We’re here.  Are you ready to get out of your car seat?” 

Melissa answered, in a grumble, “Yes, I’m ready to get out.”

Brittany was going to keep focusing on talking about Melissa’s car seat until Melissa started referring to her car seat in all conversations almost subconsciously.  Brittany looked at it like a game.  Melissa didn’t know she was playing.

Brittany placed Melissa on the ground and smoothed Melissa’s outfit.  Then she helped her into her coat.  Melissa thought it was like having a ladies maid.  Brittany thought it was like a mother helping her child out of the car.  Is amazing how the same activity can be perceived in such different ways. 

While Melissa readied the house, Brittany retrieved the sippy cup from the car.  The glasses were larger than child’s sippy cups.  Mostly because the chair was designed for a larger person.  The cups held about 20 ounces of liquid and they had a thermal design with air between the layers that kept the contents war or cold.  With the two cups that was 40 ounces.  Brittany figured that was enough for most trips.  She filled the blue cup up with some ice from the icemaker and more water before returning it to the car for their return trip. 

On the return trip, Brittany loaded Melissa into “her Car Seat” and then placed the blue glass in the cup holder saying, “Here you go Melissa.  We have you safe in your car seat and here is your special cup.  I loaded it up with some cool water while you were hard at work.” Brittany Beamed as Melissa looked down at the offending cup with the childish sipper top. 

When Brittany got into her driver’s seat, she noted that Melissa was still staring at her new cup.  Brittany announced, “You know Melissa, they had specially designed cups with a nipple on top more like a giant bottle.  I thought that you would be offended if I bought you something childish like that.”

Melissa cringed at the thought.  A bottle.  She was not drinking from a bottle.  She suddenly had a new found appreciation for her sippy cup.  Then she was offended by thinking “her sippy cup.”  Melissa wondered if the world was going crazy. 

As Brittany started the return trip, she noticed that Melissa kept staring at the cup.  As they bumped down the highway, Melissa started staring out the front windshield.  After a few minutes, it seemed that Melissa decided she was thirsty and had the cup in her mouth before she realized she didn’t like the sippy cup.  But Brittany noticed that once she started drinking, Melissa seemed to hold onto the cup and drink more.  The cool water seemed to be satisfying her.  Brittany noticed that Melissa would lay back in her chair looking more up at the ceiling and suck hard on the glass to get the most out of it.  Brittany was reminded of all the other kids she used to babysit and how they would suck on their bottles or sippy cups.  As she drank, Melissa sort of kicked her legs a bit.  That action with Melissa fully reclined in the seat exposed Melissa’s childish panties to the world.  Brittany thought Melissa would look more appropriate wearing her school uniform while reclined in her car seat.  She giggled to herself. 

By the time they got to the office. Melissa needed to use the restroom.  She felt foolish restrained into the car seat and hoped Brittany would speed things up.  However, Melissa had noticed that Brittany had a methodical pattern to her actions and she seemed to do everything in the same order each time.  Melissa watched as Brittany slowly walked around the car and opened her door.  She asked how Melissa was doing.

Melissa said, “Brittany, I need the facilities.  Can we speed things up?”

Brittany smiled and said, “Of course, honey.  Let me get you out of your car seat.”

But Brittany removed the cup and placed it in a front seat cup holder.  Then she began releasing the harness.  Melissa did not realize that she was squeezing the center cushion in an attempt to pull her legs together to stop her bladder’s attempt to empty.  Brittany had to pull Melissa’s legs apart to swing the center cushion down.

Then Brittany said, “Let’s Melissa out of her car seat.  Then you can run along to the little girls’ room.”

Brittany placed Melissa down on the ground and Melissa was off like a race car headed for the rest room.  Brittany chuckled to herself as she gathered her charge’s coat, purse and brief case along with the empty sippy cup. 

Melissa thought she was about to humiliate herself further.  But she somehow made it to the toilet with about a half a second to spare.  Her relief was overwhelming.  As she sat there she thought to herself, I almost peed in my car seat.  I don’t know what I would have done if I had not made it to the little girls’ room.  Little did she know that she was already realigning her perception of things and adopting Brittany's imposed views. 

A little while later Brittany got a call from Melissa saying she would be changing in the little girls’ room and needed Brittany to watch the hall.  Brittany was all smiles as she heard Melissa refer to the little girls’ room.

Brittany’s next goal was to get Melissa talking about her car seat and of course her sippy cup. 

Brittany could hardly contain her excitement at seeing her little girl making her way back to the grade school. 

Chapter 19 Skipping School

Over the last few weeks, several people had noticed the little girl who seemed to be leaving school after the beginning of the school day.  A couple of calls were made and eventually the police dispatcher asked one of her officers to drive around near the school in the morning.

Melissa was walking to work after being released from the school when a police car pulled up near her on the walk. 

Melissa heard, “Hey there little lady.  Where are you headed off to this morning?’

Without thinking, Melissa answered, “Work.  Have a nice day.”

Melissa tried to keep walking.  This was humiliating. 

The officer jumped out of the car.  “Hold on there, princess.  I think we need to make sure you are safe.  We can’t have kids just wandering around town.”

Melissa was pissed.  As she began to explain that she was not a kid she saw her reflection in a store window.  School uniform and school backpack.  Oh my god, she thought. 

She looked up at him and said.  “Look, I am a special case.  I only go to the school for a while in the morning.  Then I go over to an office in town during the day.”

The officer nodded like he understood and said, “Like a work study program?”

Melissa nodded.  “Yes, just like that.”

Then the policeman’s smile seemed to turn a little and he asked, “Aren’t you a little young to be in a work study program?”

Melissa was humiliated.  Of course she looked too young.  She was wearing a grade school uniform. 

Seeing her thinking, the officer said, “Why don’t you and I go over to the school and confirm your work study program with the principal.  If she checks everything out, then we’ll get you right back to work.”

It was clear he was not going to let her go.  So, Melissa allowed him to place her and her book bag in the back seat of his car.  He drove her back to the school and escorted her to the office.

Susan Adams was surprised to see the police officer and even more surprised to see Melissa back at school.  She had seen her leave just a little while ago.

The officer asked to speak to Miss Adams in her office. 

The officer told Susan Adams Melissa’s story and asked her to confirm it. 

Susan said that it was essentially correct. 

The policeman said, “Well Miss Adams, we got several calls about a student running around town during the day and I was sent out to investigate.  We can’t have kids out and running around unsupervised.  Besides, I thought students could not leave campus unless they were on the bus or with an approved adult that their guardians signed off on to allow them to remove the student from school.  I had to sign one so my brother could pick up my son sometimes.”

Susan Adams agreed that that was the policy.  But tied to explain that Melissa was a special case. 

The officer said, “Look, if she needs to leave school someone should pick her up and look after her.  Get her a ride to her work study program.  I don’t want to see her roaming the streets during the day.  Do we understand each other?”

Susan inwardly smiled and said, “Yes, Officer.  Thank you very much.  I’ll get it taken care of.”

As the officer left, he tipped his hat to Melissa.  “You have a fine day there little missy.”

Susan Adams called from her door, “Melissa, could I see you in my office.”

Melissa found herself again standing in front of Susan Adams desk.  She looked like any other fourth grader.  Susan decided to treat Melissa just like any other fourth grade girl.  She would talk down to her and see how Melissa would take it.

Susan Adams explained, “Well, Melissa you are here again.  I can’t believe the police had to point out that we were breaking a rule.  Students must be picked up by an adult to leave school grounds during the day.  In addition, we have to have a signed permission slip which indicates who is allowed to remove a student from school.  You do not have any such permission slips in your file.  We are going to have to get some responsible person to pick you up from school and drive you to wherever it is you go during the day.  I assume you have someone that helps you during the day.  So, let’s get a form filled out for you.”

Melissa was stunned.  Now she was trapped at the school.  Who was she going to get to pick her up?  She immediately thought of Brittany.  But she wouldn’t be in the office for another half an hour. 

When Susan Adams had the form on her desk, she began filling it out.

“Student Name.  That would be Melissa Martin.  Address?  Let’s see I have that right here in your student file.  Now we have people authorized to pick up the student from school.  Whose name should I put on here dear?”

Melissa said, “Brittany Woods would be the first one.  The second one would be Mrs. Dolan.  We can add someone else later if we need to can’t we?”

Susan Adams relished this moment.  “Who is Brittany honey?”

Melissa responded, “Brittany is the receptionist at work and she drives me to my appointments.”

Susan Adams asked, “So, does Brittany have a car?”  Is she a safe person for you to ride with?”

Melissa felt very small.  “Brittany has a car.  But when she drives me she drives my car.  That is the one with my car seat in it.”

Susan could feel Melissa shrinking in front of her.

Susan said, “So when you need a ride, Melissa drives your old car and she has your car seat in the car.  So if she picked you up from school in your car she would have your car seat with her and you would be able to ride safely?”

Melissa nodded not really wanting everyone to know she had a car seat.

Susan said, I’ll just fill in these names.  She placed Brittany’s name on the first line of the form.  Of course, that was the line where the parent usually put their own name as the first person authorized to pick people up.  Mrs. Dolan’s name was second on the list.  Susan then signed the form herself and indicated that the guardian of the student had authorized this with her personally. 

She looked up at Melissa.  “Well I guess we should call Brittany and ask her to come pick you up for work.”

Melissa used the phone at the secretary’s desk and called her office.  It was a few minutes before 8:30 and Brittany usually got in at 8:30.  She told the secretary they just needed to wait a couple of minutes.  Melissa sat on a wooden bench with her school book bag in her lap.  At 8:35, Melissa tried the office again.  Brittany answered the phone in her perky morning voice. 

Melissa explained that she needed a ride from the school to work and that she needed Brittany to come get her in the car.

Brittany wanted to laugh on her end of the call.  She assured Melissa she would be right over. Melissa told her she needed to come into the office to sign Melissa out.  As Brittany hung up the phone she was laughing so hard she wanted to cry. 

Chapter 20 Picking up Melissa

Brittany showed up at the school and entered the front door.  In the office, she found Melissa sitting on a wooden bench with her held hung low.  Brittany talked to the secretary and filled out the form.  Brittany indicated she would return Melissa about 5 minutes before the end of the day.  After signing the form, the secretary placed it in Melissa’s student file.  The secretary asked for Brittany’s cell number and it was added to another form in Melissa’s student file. 

Susan Adams appeared and introduced herself to Brittany.  Brittany had attended the school a few years before and they were quickly friends.  Brittany held Melissa’s hand as she walked her out the door to the school.  Susan walked with them and continued to talk.  She really wanted to see this car seat.

Susan was taken aback when Brittany approached the back seat and pulled the door open.  There in the back seat was one of the largest child seats Susan had ever seen.  Brittany took Melissa’s book bag and dropped it on the front seat.  Melissa began to climb into the car and turned back towards Brittany with her hands in the air.

Brittany picked Melissa up and said in her sing song voice, “Time to get into Melissa’s car seat.”

 Melissa was leaned back like a toddler.  Brittany was attaching the harness and quickly tightened it.  Then Brittany reached to the front seat and pulled out Melissa’s sippy cup and placed it in the cup holder. 

Brittany said, “Is Melissa all hooked into her car seat?”

“Yes, thank you.” Melissa said.

Brittany said, “I poured some orange juice in your cup in case you were thirsty.”

Susan Adams stood in wonder.  Then she scooted forward and said, “Melissa you look very safe in your car seat.  Brittany will take good care of you.  I’ll see you girls later.”

Susan Adams closed the door and smiled.  While the situation was priceless, eh also knew that Melissa was wearing the regulation school underwear.  That was because her underwear was on full display when she looked into the car.  Melissa seemed totally unaware.  Just like any other toddler stuck in a child seat.

As Brittany drove away, Susan Adams walked into the school giggling and thinking of other ways to keep Melissa under her thumb.  Brittany was staring at her little girl in the back seat.  She wanted to prolong things.  So she drove to a gas station and decided to fill up the tank.  She rolled down Melissa’s window and talked to the apparent toddler in the car seat while she filled the tank.  Melissa noticed the cup and lifted it out to get a drink.  She sucked on it like an infant while Brittany chatted about the weather. 

When they got to the office, Melissa realized that there were other people already at work.  She desperately wanted to avoid being seen by her coworkers.  Brittany suggested that she could change in the car.  While the space was tight, Melissa thought she could manage.  Brittany handed her the book bag.  Melissa pulled out her clothes.  She could not fully stand up in the car.  So getting the jumper over her head was difficult.  Brittany was standing at the side door and finally reached in. 

Melissa was struggling when she felt Brittany’s hands grab her jumper.  Brittany slipped it over her head and Melissa was sitting in the car wearing just her school blouse, her underwear and her socks.  Brittany reached in and began undoing the buttons of her blouse and quickly slid it off.  Those years of babysitting were paying off.   Melissa was exposed in her childish camisole and barely more than a training bra which was heavily padded.  Brittany fed Melissa’s arms through the blouse and began buttoning it.  Melissa tried to do it herself and Brittany swatted her hands away. 

Brittany held out the skirt and had Melissa step into it.  Brittany slid it up her legs and tucked in the blouse before closing the zipper.  Brittany pulled her coat to the side and handed Melissa her shoes.  She told Melissa she could add her hose inside the office. 

Brittany then snatched Melissa off the seat and stood her on the ground beside the car.  After helping her on with her coat, the two of them made their way into the office.   Melissa headed said hello to a couple of people as she made a beeline for the restroom.  Inside, she was stunned to realize, that she had no makeup or jewelry on.  She looked like a kid in adult clothes. 

She quickly fixed her face and added her hose.  She had to go find her book bag which held her jewelry.  Brittany had put it on her desk.  After adding her jewelry, Melissa tried to calm herself down.  What in the hell had happened today.  She felt like she had run a marathon and it was only 9:30.

Chapter 21 Brittany has more responsibility

Melissa went in to talk to Mrs. Dolan a little while later.  She explained the new indignity she was forced to accept. Mrs. Dolan explained that Melissa would need to work out her pick up and drop off schedule with Brittany.  She said she would be flexible in trying to help but there were limits. 

Melissa asked Brittany to come back to her office for a minute.

Melissa explained that she arrived on the school bus before 7:30 each morning.  She explained that she needed to be in homeroom until 7:45 and then she could be picked up.  She asked Brittany if she would be able to pick her up each day and drop her off when school got out.

Brittany said, “Well I usually get to work around 8:30.  So If I go to work and then pick up the car I probably can’t get to the school till 8:45 or 9:00.”  Brittany knew that Melissa had no desire to hang around the grade school any longer than necessary.

Melissa stuttered, “You can’t expect me to sit around the school for an hour waiting to be picked up.  I need to get to work.”

Brittany stood her ground.  “Do you expect me to give up an hour of my time every day just to make sure you get to work before everyone else?  I’m not paid until 8:30.”

Melissa said, “Maybe Mrs. Dolan would allow you to come in earlier.  Then you could get off earlier in the afternoon.  Would you like that?”

Brittany did like that. But, she also thought she should get some money out of this deal. 

Brittany said, “All of this responsibility and I am still low woman on the totem pole.  I think we should discuss some additional compensation.  You are expecting me to act like what?  Your chauffeur or guardian or babysitter?  The school made me sign something saying I was responsible for you.  And what do I get for all this?  Nothing.  I think it is time for me to get a raise or something.  Then we can discuss how I will change my life to accommodate your needs.”

Melissa was dumbstruck.  Then she realized that if someone had made these demands of her, she too would have demanded something in return. 

Melissa said, “So let’s assume we can accommodate you with a raise.  Let’s work out the arrangement.”

Brittany had her where she wanted her.  Melissa did not want to hang around the school and Brittany was literally in the driver’s seat.  “First, going to the office and picking up the car is going to waste time.  I should take your car home with me and simply pick you up on the way in to work.  I’ll pick you up just before 8:00 AM.   You still pay for the gas and insurance on the car.  I get a raise and after I drop you off in the afternoon, I go home just like you do.  And you have to treat me better.  I am changing my life to help you out and I am taking care of getting you where you need to be.  You need to show some type of gratitude.”

Melissa had one more demand for Brittany.  IF Brittany was going to drive her car, then Brittany needed to take Melissa to the grocery store and other stores periodically so that Melissa would have what she needed at home.  Many things could be delivered.  But sometimes you had to go to the store.  Brittany agreed to the additional condition. 

Melissa agreed that she would talk to Mrs. Dolan. 

Mrs. Dolan was not happy.  She would be losing her receptionist in the afternoon.  And she was going to pay more.  Melissa assured her that there was work to be done around the office that Brittany could do before calls came in each morning.  Mrs. Dolan agreed to pay Brittany an additional $200 dollars a week which was basically a $5 an hour raise.  The company was also paying for gas in the car.  Melissa would pay for any car maintenance and for the insurance. 

Brittany was thrilled.  She got to drive a current car instead of her old one and everything about the car was basically free.  The benefits were worth more than her raise.

Chapter 22

That afternoon, Brittany watched the hall while Melissa changed.  Then the two of them left by the back door and Brittany loaded Melissa into her car seat.  Brittany unloaded Melissa outside the school and watched as Melissa boarded the school bus.

Susan Adams was watching from her office with a sly smile on her face.

Brittany drove home in her new car.  She was the only one that would be driving the car and therefore, she felt more and more like it was her car.  She felt free to rearrange the items in the center console and the side door pockets. 

Brittany decided she needed to keep water and a couple of other drinks for Melissa in the car.  She also felt it was time to introduce some of the other items she had acquired. 

That evening, Brittany snapped a springy pole onto the side of Melissa’s car seat.  It held a small tiger dangling on a string.  As the car moved the Tiger bounced around.  It would normally catch the attention of a small child.  Brittany knew it was childish.  But it seemed like a silly degrading thing.  Melissa would constantly be distracted by the bouncing stuffed animal. 

Since Brittany was now thinking of the car as her own, she went out and bought a special key ring for herself.  She then went to a locksmith and bought a couple of blanks that matched Melissa’s car keys.  She then took a couple of older keys she had that resembled the other two keys on Melissa’s key ring.  Brittany put the blank keys and the old keys on Melissa’s old key ring.  She then attached it to the tiger.  Every time the tiger bounced the keys jingled.  And every time Melissa looked at the key ring she would be reminded that she was not allowed to drive. 

Brittany was pleased with herself.  She had changed a few things in the car to make it more her own.  And, she changed Melissa’s car seat to remind her that it was her place.. 

Chapter 23

The next day, after home room, Melissa gathered her book bag out of her locker and made her way to the office.

The secretary greeted her and asked why she was there.

Melissa explained that she would be picked up in a few minutes.  The secretary pointed her to a wooden bench. 

After about 15 minutes, Brittany entered the office and said good morning to the secretary.  She signed the forms needed and turned to Melissa.  “Come along Melissa it’s time for us to go.  Hold my hand.”  As Brittany led Melissa out of the office she waved back at the Secretary and said, “See you next time.”

As Susan watched Brittany loading Melissa into her car seat she noticed that Melissa’s hair seemed different than the other girls.  How could she have missed that?  Susan made a point of looking at the other girls that morning.  Melissa’s hair was different.  She wondered why.  Susan reviewed the handbook.

Brittany placed Melissa in her car seat and as she was harnessed in, Melissa immediately noticed the tiger bouncing above her.

“Brittany, why is there a tiger on my car seat?” Melissa asked.

Brittany was so excited that Melissa casually referred to the chair as “her car seat” that she paused before answering. 

As Brittany cinched the harness tight, she answered, “The tiger came with the cups I bought for your car seat.  I thought it was cute.  I like looking at it in the mirror when I am driving the car.  Since I will be driving the car all the time now, I put the car key on my own ring.  I didn’t want to lose your special car ring, so I put it on the tiger.  So I can watch the tiger bounce and I know I won’t lose your key ring.  The tiger is designed to keep the driver aware that they have a passenger in the car.  It’s really for me.”

Melissa thought that was hogwash.  But it was too early to argue with a perky person.  She just wanted to get to work.

Melissa stated, “We’ll see.  I’m not sure I want a tiger bouncing around my head everywhere we drive.”

Brittany said, “No problem.  They have lots of other items I can put on the string.  We’ll see what we like in the next week or so. You are all strapped in to your car seat.  Are you comfy and ready to go to Brittany’s work?”

Melissa wondered why she called it Brittany’s work and not just work.  But either way it was time to go.  Melissa offhandedly said, “Yes, let’s go.”

Brittany had decided to refer to work as Brittany’s work.  It wasn’t just going to be work and it wasn’t going to be Melissa’s work.  In fact, she wanted it to be Brittany taking Melissa to Brittany’s work. 

Brittany was thrilled to watch Melissa riding in her car seat in the back of the car.  Brittany had honed her skills at loading her charge in the car and Melissa’s panties were clearly visible in the rearview mirror.  The tiger and her old keys were dangling over her head.  And whether consciously or not, Melissa was staring at the tiger.  As they drove to the office, Brittany said, “I didn’t know if you would be thirsty or not.  So, I put some juice in your cup. 

As they drove over to the office, Melissa looked away from her tiger and eyed the sippy cup.  She shrugged, pulled the sippy cup out and sucked some juice as she watched the tiger bounce around while they drove the short distance to work. 

Brittany knew as an experience babysitter that establishing a routine for everything made kids more comfortable.  They knew what to expect and then they just did the same thing each time they were in a situation.  Brittany wondered if this would work with an older person like Melissa.  And it seemed to be working.

As Brittany renamed items and used the names, Melissa was following her lead.  Brittany had developed a methodology for loading Melissa into the car and she believed Melissa was totally unaware of how childish she looked as she stretched her arms above her head when Brittany loaded her into her car seat.  Melissa was now drinking out of her own cup.  And Brittany expected the tiger and the subtle implication that her car keys were just out of her reach would continue to eat at her. 

For now, Brittany was excited to have demoted the office terror to a little school girl sitting in her own car seat with her childish panties exposed, while sipping juice from a child’s sippy cup and staring at a bouncing stuffed animal over her head like an infant watching a mobile swing overhead.  And, Brittany had a new car and a raise. She was being paid to do all this.  The world was good.

Brittany also decided that since she was going to be going on these sales calls with Melissa that maybe she would spend some of her new money on upgrading her wardrobe.  Maybe she could look more like a realtor.

Chapter 24 Watch what you say

Susan Adams had finally realized what the issue with Melissa’s hair was.  She was still thinking of Melissa like an adult.  Once she simply looked at her as a student, she looked wrong.  She looked wrong because her hair as too full.  Susan now knew that the problem was that Melissa did her hair every morning.

Of course, Susan did her hair every morning also.  However, grade school girls were not allowed to style their hair.  Also, they were not allowed to use hair spray.  Melissa’s hair clearly required hair spray. 

Gotrcha, Susan thought.

Susan noticed that Melissa was sitting in the office each morning waiting for her ride.  Normally students attended class until their ride arrived and the secretary called for them. 

Susan was building a plan.  She hoped that, if successful, Melissa would never be standing in front of her with a smug attitude ever again.  Although, given the last few weeks, she was already unsure how Melissa could ever be smug with her

The next Monday, even though she knew Melissa would be coming to the office, Susan directed Miss Thompson to tell Melissa she was needed in the office.  Melissa thought that was odd.  But she gathered her things and headed to the office to await Brittany.  Melissa thought things were finally settling down into a pattern she could live with till things were resolved.

The secretary told Melissa to put her things on the bench and go into the Principal’s office. 

Melissa knocked on the door and asked, “Did you want to see me Miss Adams?”

Susan was wearing a dark suit which she felt would contrast nicely with Melissa’s school girl uniform.  “Yes, please stand in front of my desk.”

Susan continued, “I have several issues to discuss with you.  First, the school rules state that students cannot sit around waiting for their rides.  Students attend class to maximize their learning.  Until recently this has not been an issue for you.  However, with our new schedules, it has become an issue.  Therefore, I have a copy of your class schedule for you.  When you are in school, you will attend your assigned classes just like any of your other fourth grade classmates.  The secretary will call you when your guardian or other approved adult arrives to pick you up.”

Melissa couldn’t help herself.  She immediately reverted to her old way of dealing with things.  “Susan, have you lost your mind?  Have you forgotten who I am?  I am not a fourth grade student.  And what is this guardian crap?”

Before Melissa could continue Susan cut her off, “Silence!  Not another word.”

Unknown to the two of them, Brittany had arrived and was filling out the student release form in the outer office.  And Brittany could hear everything.

The secretary smiled and pointed to a comfortable chair outside of the Principal’s office.  Brittany extracted her phone and hit the record button.  Then she stared at her phone and listened very carefully. 

Susan continued, “Little girl, NO ONE and I mean no one talks to me like that in this office.  How dare you?  Don’t answer that.  How dare you use filthy language in my office?  You my dear are a registered student in my school.  You are registered in the fourth grade.  Therefore, you…are…a…fourth…grade…student!  I am the principal of this school and you owe me respect.  You will not ever raise your voice to me, EVER!  Do I make myself clear?”  She paused and stared at Melissa.

Melissa for her part had shrunk back into herself.  The principal was pissed and she was the reason.  How could she have let herself say those things?  Melissa found her throat closing up and fearfully waiting for whatever came next.

Susan repeated, “I asked you a question, Do I make myself clear?”

Melissa answered in a quaking voice, “Y y Yes, mam.”

Susan continued, “I don’t care what you do outside of these walls.  But when you are here you are my responsibility.  You are one of my students and you will do as you are told.  Do you understand?”

Still shaking, Melissa answered, “Yes mam.”

Susan further asked, “And what makes you think that you, a little fourth grade girl, have the right to use my first name?  You and I have discussed this in the past.  You have stepped way over the line missy.  So I guess we are going to have to clarify these issues.  We need to take a few moments to make sure that you are clear on who you are and who I am.  In addition, we will discuss your lapses in language.  Why don’t you lean over the desk and I will get ready for our clarification.”

Melissa thought the principal was acting like a madwoman.  But, she had to do what the principal said.  Melissa found herself bent over the principal’s desk with her back to the door.  Susan went to the door and beckoned the secretary into her office.  The secretary moved to hold onto Melissa’s arms like the last session they had here in the office.  When Susan saw Brittany sitting in the office, she thought it was the perfect opportunity to take Melissa down another peg or two. 

While the secretary repeated the procedure for a spanking, Susan stepped over to Brittany and whispered, “As one of Melissa’s guardians, you may act as a witness to this punishment session.” 

Brittany almost peed herself she was so excited.  She quickly jumped up and followed the principal back into the office.  The door was closed and Brittany stood hear the door out of Melissa’s view.  Brittany pulled out her phone and changed to a video recording.  Melissa was bent over the principal’s desk like any naughty school girl.  She was already whimpering. 

The principal picked up her paddle from the wall and moved towards Melissa.  Susan swung the school uniform up onto Melissa’s back.  She smiled at the little girl underpants.

“So, my dear, let us begin.  You know what to do since you have been here before.”  With that Susan brought the paddle down hard.

Melissa yelped, tried to grit her teeth and said, “One.  I’m sorry.”

The next 5 swats while placed strategically in different places yielded a similar response.  Melissa was whimpering now.  The principal paused.  Then she continued, with spanks 6-12.  Melissa was crying.  But she had not forgotten to count and apologize.  Susan used harder strokes than she did the first time Melissa had been here.

After a pause, Susan delivered 13-18.  Melissa was continually crying now.  She was still getting the count right but she just kept saying she was sorry.  Susan figured that now was the time to do some serious training.  Melissa was putty.  She was broken and she would agree to almost anything to get this session to end. 

The principal said, “So we have been punished so far for using the principal’s first name, for yelling at the principal and for using swear words when talking to the principal.  We may have to do something else to wash those words out of your little head later.  However, I think we need to clarify a few things.  So I am going to ask you some questions.  Your answers and the way in which you answer will dictate further punishments.”

Melissa was still crying and heavy breathing.  She was trying o make sure she listened to the principal. 

The Principal brought down a hard swat.  Melissa had not relaxed.  She was expecting more.  As she said, “19, I am sorry.”  She heard the principal ask, “Who am I?”

Melissa answered quickly, “The principal.” 

Another swat. And as she apologized, the question, “Are you a big girl?”

Melissa paused to think. Suddenly, number 21 arrived.  “21, I’m sorry.  I’m a big girl.”

With strikes 22 the principal said, “Wrong.” 

Then with 23, “You are a little girl.” 

And with 24, “You are not a big girl.”

With each of the strikes, Melissa was crying but she got her count out.  “24, I’m sorry.  I’m a little girl.”

“What grade are you in?”

Melissa wanted to get it right.  “I’m a little girl in fourth grade.”

The principal said, Lets add that to our apology.  And landed number 25.

Melissa between crying said, “25, I’m sorry.  I’m a little girl in fourth grade.”

Susan landed a couple of more swats so she could hear Melissa’s new apology.

At 28, she asked, “What is my name?” 

Melissa answered “28, I’m sorry.  I’m a little girl in fourth grade. And your name is Susan Adams.”

“NO” the principal answered.  “You will purge that name from your mind.  I am Principal Adams.  You do not know any other name.”

As she stated this she landed 5 hard blows so fast Melissa could not answer between blows.  Melissa tentatively answered, “33. I’m sorry.  I’m a little girl in fourth grade. And you are Principal Adams.  I couldn’t answer.  I am so, so sorry.  Please don’t make me start over.  Please Principal Adams.”  Anyone could see that Melissa was broken.  She would agree to anything.  But would she remember?”

As 34 struck the principal asked, “Where do you wait when you are going to be picked up from school in the morning?”

Melissa knew she had this one, “34. I’m sorry.  I’m a little girl in fourth grade. I wait in the office.”

“No” the principal stated as she delivered 35. Then 36 and 37.

Melissa still got her count right and finally answered, “37, I’m sorry.  I’m a little girl in fourth grade.  I will wait wherever Principal Adams tells me to.”

“You will wait in your fourth grade class room.  Because in your class you will be…?”

Melissa tentatively said, “Learning?”

The principal said, “That’s right.  What a bright little girl.  You will go to your regular fourth grade classes until you are called to the office.  If you are not called to the office, you will do what?”

Melissa knew this had to be simple.  “I will stay in class and learn?” she asked.

The principal smiled.  “That’s right.  Now, who picks up little children from school?”

Melissa thought and answered the simple answer, “Their parents.”

The principal asked.  “That’s right.  Who else picks up little children from school?”

Melissa thought, “Relatives and maybe family friends.”

The principal asked, “Can we categorize these people into an age group?”

Melissa thought and asked, “Adults?”

Susan smiled again.  “That’s right honey.  Who do adults pick up from school?”

Melissa answered, “Kids, children.”

Susan praised her further, “That’s right.  Our little girl seems to understand the world a little better.  So, when someone removes a child from school, that person is the child’s parent or…What?”

Melissa tried to remember the form.  It had a word on it.  Parent or “Guardian?”

The principal said, “Very good.  So let’s see if we have this right.  Tell me what your morning will look like from now on.”

Melissa thought hard.  “I will get up put on my school uniform and eat breakfast. I will ride on the school bus to school and go to my homeroom.  After homeroom, I will go to class until called by the secretary to com e to the office.”

The principal asked, “And why would you be called into the office?”

Melissa answered, “Because my ride has arrived.”

“And who is the person who will arrive?”

Melissa said, “Brittany Woods.”

“What does Brittany do after she arrives in the office?”

Melissa answered, “She fills out the form so I can leave school.”

“And who did we decide signs those forms?”

Melissa thought a moment, “Parents or guardians.”

The principal asked, “Is Brittany your parent?”

Melissa answered too quickly, “Of course not.  She is just someone from work.”

The principal delivered an unexpected swat.

It took Melissa a moment to remember what number they were on, “Thirty-thirty eight. I’m sorry.  I’m a little girl in fourth grade.”

The principal said “That is the wrong answer my dear.  If Brittany is not your parent, who else is allowed to remove you from school?” 

Melissa thought, “A –a Guardian?” she asked.

“That is correct, little one.  Only a parent or a guardian can remove a student from school.  Don’t you remember when I filled in your student form?  We put Brittany down as a guardian.”

Mellissa struggled with this, “I don’t have a guardian.  Certainly not Brittany.”

Swat.

“39, I’m sorry.  I’m a little girl in fourth grade.”

Swat.

“40, I’m sorry.  I’m a little girl in fourth grade.”

Susan began, “Dear, the only people who can remove a student from school are parents and guardians approved by the parents.  You were with me when I filled out the student forms.  Brittany is listed as a guardian on your form.  So the only reason Brittany can sign you out of school is…what?”

Melissa answered tentatively, “Because she is my guardian?”

The principal said, “That’s right sweetie.  Brittany is your guardian.  Because little girls need a guardian to take care of them.  Right?”

Melissa was troubled by this.  “I guess.”

Swat.

“41, I’m sorry.  I’m a little girl in fourth grade.”

Swat

“42, I’m sorry.  I’m a little girl in fourth grade.”

Swat.

“43, I’m sorry.  I’m a little girl in fourth grade.”

“And what else do little girls in the fourth grade need?” The principal demanded.

Swat

“44, I’m sorry.  I’m a little girl in fourth grade. Brittany is my guardian and she takes care of me.”

“Again!”  Swat

“45, I’m sorry.  I’m a little girl in fourth grade. Brittany is my guardian and she takes care of me.”

“One more time” Swat.

“46, I’m sorry.  I’m a little girl in fourth grade. Brittany is my guardian and she takes care of me.”

As she delivered the next swat, the principal asked, “What is my name?”

“47, I’m sorry.  I’m a little girl in fourth grade. Brittany is my guardian and she takes care of me.  And you are Principal Adams.”

The principal asked, “Where should good little girls be during the school day?”  Swat.

“48, I’m sorry.  I’m a little girl in fourth grade. Brittany is my guardian and she takes care of me.  Good girls should be in class learning.”

The principal asked, “When can good little girls leave class during the school day?”  Swat.

“49, I’m sorry.  I’m a little girl in fourth grade. Brittany is my guardian and she takes care of me.  Good girls can only leave class if their parents or guardians sign them out and the secretary calls them to the office.”

Principal Adams knew that number 50 was expected.  So she paused.  “Little Melissa, parents and guardians are always allowed told what happens at school and that means that they can witness punishments.  You know that right?”

Melissa was still tensed up.  But answered, “Of course parents and guardians have to know what is happening.”

Principal Adams continued, “Since Brittany is your guardian, I asked her to witness your punishment for bad behavior.  Don’t you think you owe her an apology also?”

Brittany had slipped the phone into her pocket.

Melissa was caught off guard but realized that as her guardian, Brittany was allowed to witness punishment.  The secretary released her hands and Melissa all but threw herself into Brittany’s arms as she begged her forgiveness. 

Brittany held Melissa tight as she continued to cry into her shoulder.  The secretary went for a wash rag and Principal Adams allowed Melissa to calm down.  Brittany continued to rub her back and shush her. 

As the secretary washed off her face, the principal said, “Melissa, I am sorry but we still have one more thing to deal with.”

Melissa pushed herself behind Brittany as if Brittany was going to protect her from the principal.  

The principal said, “Melissa, come stand in front of my desk.”  Melissa slowly made her way over with Brittany pushing her along.  She continued, “We still have to wash those dirty words out of your mouth.  Either I can do it, or if your guardian thinks she should do it, I will accept that.  My washroom is over in the corner.”

Brittany said, “I think that it is appropriate for me to discipline her for those bad words.  Come along Melissa.”

Melissa followed Brittany to the bathroom.  Brittany had used a lot of bad words in high school and she was well familiar with the correct way to wash a little girl’s mouth out with soap.  She lathered up the washrag with lots of soap and built up a good lather.  Then she turned to Melissa and held her head with one arm.  She slowly inserted the rag into Melissa’s mouth and began swirling it around.  Then she began pistoning her hand in and out making sure to rake across all of the teeth, gums and the entire tongue.  Melissa weekly fought off the attack.  Soon, her mouth was full of bubbles.

Brittany pulled the rag out, picked up the soaked, soft bar of soap and inserted it into Melissa’s mouth.  Brittany then pushed up on Melissa’s chin, embedding her teeth into the soap. 

Melissa’s hair was a mess from all the tears and she was crying and coughing.  Brittany pointed to a corner and told her to go stand there.  Brittany stood in the corner of the principal’s office with her head touching both walls.  She was worn out.  She just continued to cry.

Brittany sat down across from the principal.  Principal Adams said, “That was well done.  I assume you have some experience with such things?”

Brittany smiled and shrugged, “Both sides of the soap.”

The principal explained that Melissa had been given a class schedule so that she would know where to be during the day.  She told Brittany that if Melissa was in school, she was expected to be in class and participating just like all of her little classmates.  Brittany thought that was an interesting twist. 

Brittany asked, “So, I don’t have to hurry over here in the morning.  Melissa will be busy until I sign her out and they will get her out of class at that time?”

Principal Adams nodded, “Exactly.  And, if you have to drop her off earlier in the afternoon, she can return to her regular class schedule until the end of the day when the bus will take her home.”

Brittany gave an exaggerated sigh and said, “That is so comforting.  I didn’t know what would happen to her if I was late or couldn’t make it here at a specified time. 

Brittany asked, “And if I have any questions about what is going on or how my little girl is doing in school, I can just give you a call?”

The Principal agreed, “Absolutely.  We want you to trust us and we are here to keep you informed.  If you have any questions about Melissa or school, you just give me a call.”

Both of them realized they were entering into a secret pact.  Melissa was now in their hands and they were going to work together to keep her in her place.

Brittany stood up and shook the principal’s hand.  They looked into each other’s eyes and smiled.  Brittany turned and said, “Melissa, dear, you can go in the bathroom and remove the bar of soap.  I hope we won’t be hearing any more bad words out of your mouth.  You can rinse your mouth once.  Then we have to be off.”

Turning to the principal, Brittany said, “I guess we’ll see you tomorrow morning if I don’t see you this afternoon.”  Brittany turned to the door and said, “Come along little Melissa.”

As Principal Adams watched the two leave the school, she reflected on the fact that she could have never given such a spanking to a real fourth grader.  The fact that Melissa was actually an adult and that she would never admit to anyone what was happening gave Principal Adams the confidence to solidify her re-education of Melissa.

Chapter 25 The drug store

Melissa followed Brittany out to the car.  Melissa suddenly realize she would have to sit down in the car.  As Brittany took her book bag, Melissa began to cry again. 

Brittany said, “Honey, you have to ride in your car seat.  I know it will be painful.  But some lessons are that way.  I’ll stop and get you some lotion on the way to work.”

Melissa reluctantly raised her arms so Brittany could pick her up and put her into her car seat.  She began crying again as soon as her bottom hit the seat.  Brittany grabbed the sippy cup and told Melissa to suck on the drink to take her mind off her bottom.  After harnessing Melissa into her car seat, Brittany got into the driver’s seat.  She looked in the rear view mirror.  Melissa was sucking the drink down and crying at the same time.  Even when the cup was empty, she kept sucking on the cup and staring at her tiger. 

Brittany stopped at a local drug store.  She explained to Melissa that she could not leave someone in a car seat in a car.  She would be arrested.  So, reluctantly Melissa was removed from her seat and she held Brittany’s hand as they entered the store.  Melissa was still whimpering and sniffling.  They made their way to the first aid section and found a good lotion for Melissa’s bottom.  At the checkout, Melissa continued to whimper and cry. 

Finally, the woman in front of them with a baby on her hip turned around.  She asked, “What’s the matter honey?”

Brittany stared at Melissa. 

Melissa whimpered, “I was punished for yelling and saying bad things.”

The woman asked, “Are you going to do it again?”

Melissa swung her head from side to side.  “NO mam.”

The woman asked, “What grade are you in?”

Without thinking, Melissa said, “I’m a little girl in the fourth grade.”  Brittany smiled at the learned response from this morning’s correction session.

With that the woman reached into her diaper bag and pulled a pacifier out of a new packet.  She turned and popped it into Melissa’s mouth.  “Suck on that for a little while and you will feel better.   I know you think you are too old for that.  But it actually is very soothing to suck on something.”

Turning to Brittany she said, “Your daughter is cute.  Keep up the discipline or you will regret it.  Keep the pacifier.  I have plenty.”

Brittany smiled and thanked her.

It never occurred to Melissa that the woman assumed she was a little girl and not an adult.

Getting back into the car was another painful adventure for Melissa.  She kept sucking the pacifier and staring at her tiger and her keys. 

Brittany besides her normal routine of reinforcing the car seat added that she would take care of Melissa. 

Brittany decided to break out the strap that came with the car seat which was designed for things like pacifiers.  She would attach Melissa’s pacifier later that afternoon.  That way any time Melissa was upset, she could just pop her pacifier in.

Chapter 26

When they arrived at the office, Brittany looked at Melissa in the rear view mirror.  Brittany was surprised that Melissa did not swallow the pacifier with how hard she was sucking on it.  She was staring up at her keys and her tiger.  Brittany was staring at Melissa’s panties on full display. 

If not for the size, Melissa looked like any infant or small toddler riding in their car seat.  It was almost disconcerting. 

Brittany asked, “You want to get out of your car seat right honey?”

Melissa looked at Brittany with wide eyes and nodded.  As she did, the clip on the pacifier bounced up and down.  It was so juvenile, Brittany wished she had a camera in the car.  Then she remembered the new go-pro cameras.  She could get one of those and mount it looking back at Melissa and record everything.  Oh well, she resolved, another task for tonight. 

They had been delayed and there were people in the office.  Therefore, Melissa needed to don her clothes before entering the building.  This process was delayed because every time Melissa’s bottom, hips or upper thighs touched one of the seats, she began to cry and jumped.  It was almost pathetic to watch.

Brittany finally told her to stop moving.  Brittany undressed the little girl removing her uniform and blouse.  Then she started dressing Melissa.  She got the blouse on and the skirt was just all around painful.  Melissa had no interest in the coat and pantyhose were not going to be an option either way.          Brittany held Melissa’s shoes so she could slip them on.  Then Brittany picked Melissa up and pulled her out of the car.

While Melissa probably thought she looked grown up in her white blouse, skirt and shoes.  Brittany was looking at a little girl dressed in her mother’s clothes.   No stockings, no makeup, her hair was messed up and she had on no jewelry.  She looked like a little girl dressed as a secretary.  Or she thought, maybe a receptionist.  That put all kinds of ideas into her head.

Brittany carried Melissa’s coat and book bag as they entered the back door of the office.  Melissa entered the bathroom and Brittany gave her the bag.  She dropped the coat in Melissa’s office and went to her desk up front.

Soon, Mrs. Dolan demanded to know why she was so late.  Brittany explained that she was delayed at the school because there were some changes in Melissa’s schedule.  In addition, Melissa was not feeling well so they had to stop at the pharmacy.  She explained that Melissa was in the bathroom and should feel better in a little while. 

Meanwhile, Melissa almost passed out when she saw herself in the mirror.  Her hair was a mess.  She looked like a tomboy.  She quickly washed her face and put on some makeup.  Then she donned her earrings and necklace.  She retucked her blouse in and winced as her hands brushed against her tender buttocks.  Even after her makeup was on, she still had a swollen face and it seemed obvious she had been crying.

She pulled her purse out of the book bag and left the restroom to go to her office.  It was immediately obvious she would not be able to sit down.  Melissa called Brittany and asked her to come to her office. 

Melissa closed the door and said, “Brittany, I need some help applying this ointment to my tender areas.  I just can’t reach everywhere and frankly I am in too much pain.  Please can you help me?”

Brittany smiled and said, “Of course, honey.  Brittany locked the door and reached down to unzip Melissa’s skirt.”

Melissa jumped back, “What are you doing?”

Brittany looked at her like she was a small child, “Honey, I can’t fight your clothes to do this.  Remember, I have seen the troubled area.  I need access.  Now we are taking off your skirt just like Brittany says, Right?”

Melissa responded, “I guess.”

Melissa allowed her skirt to be taken off.  Then Melissa moved her over to the front of her desk.  “Dear, this will be much easier if you can bend over your desk.  That way the entire problem area will be available for me to treat with the ointment.”

Melissa found herself draped over her own desk in the spanking position.  She wanted to start crying again. 

Brittany got some of the ointment on her hands and started with the outer areas and worked her way in towards the more spanked areas.  As she continued, she spoke soothing words to Melissa.  But she talked to her like she was a small child and she avoided using her name.  Brittany had to pull Melissa’s childish panties down to her knees so that she could treat the areas underneath.  Melissa began crying and did not stop.

Eventually, Brittany completed her work and it was clear that Melissa needed to give this time to heal.  Brittany told Melissa she would have to stay exposed for a few minutes.  Brittany sat down at the desk and forwarded the receptionist calls to Melissa’s phone.  She called Mrs. Dolan and alerted her that she was helping Melissa, but would answer her calls in Melissa’s office.

Brittany said, “Honey, I need to use the desk to take some calls and deal with important work.  Why don’t you stand over there in the corner while I do my important work?  You should probably face the corner so you can get some air on your bottom.  That will help the lotion do its work.”

Melissa waddled over to the corner with her juvenile panties around her ankles and faced the corner.  She thought, now I’m in the corner at work.  But Brittany knows what is best. 

Brittany was enjoying the show and liked the idea of putting one of the higher ups at work in the corner.  She continued to take calls and work on the computer. 

When there was a break after about 20 minutes, Brittany approached Melissa and said, “Let’s try something.  I’m going to pull up your underpants and see if it feels any better.”  With that Brittany carefully pulled up her juvenile underwear and delicately let the waist close around Melissa.  Melissa only winced slightly. 

Brittany asked, “Does it feel better, honey?”

Melissa answered, “Yes it does feel better.”

Brittany then retrieved Melissa’s skirt and pulled it up. 

Melissa winced again.  But agreed it was better than before. 

The phone rang and Brittany ran over to the desk and answered the call.  She sat down at the desk and began looking things up on the computer.

Melissa needed to get some work done and now the receptionist was at her desk.  She stood in front of her desk and looked at Brittany. 

Brittany just nodded and pointed to the phone. 

As Brittany was ending the call Melissa was all primed to tell her she should have moved out to the receptionist desk.  But Brittany cut her off, “Don’t say a word.  I came in here to help you.  I already got yelled at by Mrs. Dolan.  Now I will go back to my desk.  I suggest you get a little work done.  After lunch I’ll apply another round of the lotion to help you out.  But don’t you dare get snippy with me young lady. “

Melissa was beyond words.  She had just been told off by the receptionist.  Now she could access her desk.  But she was going to have to stand.  Sitting down was going to be a while. 

After lunch, they repeated the scene.  Melissa spent 20 minutes in the corner with her pants around her ankles while Brittany worked from her desk.

Then they got a call about a showing.  Brittany and Melissa had to hurry to get to the showing.  Melissa dreaded riding in her car seat again.  But, that was the only way to get there.  As they were leaving, Brittany grabbed Melissa’s school bag just in case they were delayed.

Melissa winced and whimpered when Brittany put her in her car seat.  Brittany made short work of the harness.   She could see the pain on Melissa’s face.  She handed her the sippy cup and told her to drink slowly and focus on tiger and her keys from when she used to drive. 

Melissa sat in her car seat in her nice professional suit.  The part between her legs was bunched up and her panties were exposed.  She was suckling at her sippy cup and staring at her tiger.  Somehow she had almost forgotten that she used to be able to drive.  Back when she wasn’t a little girl, she had her own keys.  Now they just bobbed above her head with tiger.  Melissa continued to suckle and stare as Brittany drove them to their appointment.  When Brittany heard Melissa sucking air, she turned in the seat and handed Melissa the pacifier.  Melissa popped the sippy cup out of her mouth and put it in the cup holder as she popped the pacifier into her mouth. 

As they continued on their way, Melissa continued to suckle and stare at tiger.

At the home, Brittany was helping Melissa out of the car when the client pulled up in front of the house.  Luckily, Melissa’s door was on the far side from the client.  Brittany helped her with her jacket.  As Melissa started to walk away, Brittany grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her back.   Melissa started to get mad, when Brittany pulled the pacifier out of her mouth. 

Melissa stared at her.  She was going to go to meet a client with a pacifier in her mouth.  Had she lost her mind?  What would she have done if Brittany wasn’t there to save her?  She was ready to cry when Brittany waved to the client and pushed Melissa in their direction. 

Melissa recovered and the couple ended up making an offer on the house.  After the paperwork was done, they walked out to the car.  Brittany noted the time and said, “We don’t have time to go back to the office.  I’m afraid it’s time to get back into your uniform, honey.” 

Melissa’s initial reaction was happiness.  She was comfortable in her uniform.  But, it seemed wrong for her to want to get back into her uniform. 

In the end it did not matter, since Brittany had already started unbuttoning her blouse.  With Brittany quickly disrobing her, Brittany was soon back in her school uniform.  Brittany collected her jewelry and helped wipe off her makeup. 

Melissa was placed in her car seat and after she was harnessed in, she reached for her sippy cup to get a drink. 

Brittany placed Melissa’s pacifier in her lap and closed the door.  As they drove back to the school, Melissa drank from her sippy cup and stared at her tiger and her old keys.  When the glass was empty, she placed it in the cup holder.  After a few minutes, she reached down and put her pacifier into her mouth.  While she continued to suck on it, the action was not the frenzied sucking she had been doing earlier when she was so upset after Principal Adams had disciplined her. 

They arrived at the school a few minutes before school let out.  Brittany asked Melissa, “Don’t you just love your car seat?”

Melissa nodded with the pacifier still in her mouth. 

Brittany released Melissa from the harness and lifted her out of her car seat.  She plucked the pacifier from Melissa’s mouth and put it on the car seat.  Melissa donned her book bag and made her way to her school bus.

Melissa, the successful real estate agent, rode home on her school bus dressed in her fourth grade uniform. 

Brittany, the receptionist, drove home in her nice car.

Chapter 27

Mary, Melissa’s daughter had been paying little attention to things around her.  She was in high school.  School was harder and much more thrilling, the boys had discovered Mary.  Mary and her friends were on the phone every day after school continuing their discussions from school on boys, clothes, makeup, boys, upcoming dances, and, of course, boys. 

Because of this, Mary had sort of turned a blind eye to her mother’s problems.  Mary understood that her mother was no longer allowed to drive.  That crimped her style.  But her best friend lived a few doors away and her mother was always willing to drive them anywhere they wanted to go. 

While riding the school bus was not a big deal, Mary was surprised when the school required her mother to start wearing a school uniform.  She was further stunned when her mother had to actually meet the entire dress code.  Although, she had told her mother that if they wanted her to wear the uniform, they probably wanted her to follow the rules. 

Her mother had at first ignored her.  But within a few days, she was wearing the same uniform, blouse shoes and Socks Mary had worn in the lower grades.  It was a little disconcerting that her mom was actually wearing Mary’s hand me downs.  But, why waste money on new things for just a short term problem.  Her mother had assured her this would be resolved soon.

Mary was a little put off when her mother stopped wearing her jewelry and makeup on the bus.  The reason she was put off was that her mother was almost indistinguishable from the other little fourth grade girls.  Her mother’s hair was the only real separator.  Her mother’s hair was always nicely taken care of.

But once home, Mary’s life was little different.  Mom coked the meals and helped her with her homework.  After school, Melissa would change into a t-shirt and yoga pants to hang around the house.  And lately, her mom seemed to go nowhere else. 

Mary was doing the wash one day when she realized that none of her mom’s lingerie was in the wash.  It quickly became clear to her that her mom was wearing little girl underpants and camisoles with some of Mary’s old padded training bra’s.  Mary knew her mom had not been well endowed by the gods.  But, it seemed that her mom was able to wear her old training bras easily.

Mary surmised that Melissa was wearing these underclothes to meet the dress code.  She noticed in the wash that some of the underwear was looking a little worn out.  Her mom still slipped into her own things on the weekends.  But, her school underwear would need to be augmented soon.  Mary checked the sizes on her mom’s regular underwear and the underwear she wore with her school uniform.  Mary giggled to herself thinking of her mother having her own school uniform.  Then she thought, Mom should have her own school underwear.

Mary noticed when their car disappeared.  Melissa explained that the car was at the office so someone could drive her to her appointments.  Because Melissa was so embarrassed about her car seat, she simply said that they had gotten everything so Melissa could ride in the car for work. 

Once Melissa began going and coming from work without makeup or jewelry, Mary simply saw her in the morning and afternoon.  Melissa saw no reason to update Mary on the fact that she needed a ride to pick her up from school.  When Mary saw Brittany dropping her off one day, Melissa simply said an appointment ad run a little long. 

Mary and her friend were at the mall looking around Monday evening.  Melissa always made sure Mary had some spending money.  Mary broke away from her friends after lunch and went into one of the stores.  She looked around the children’s section and found what she was looking for.  She purchased two packages of hipster panties from the children’s section. The selected one set of My Little Pony underwear and another with the Disney Frozen theme.  She then looked at the camisoles and training bras.

Mary’s original training bras were almost like a Playtex bra in a child size.  They were utilitarian.  Mary thought something more stylish might be nice for her mom.  She knew her mom needed a padded bra.  She found a simple pack of white camisoles with the My Little Pony theme that matched the new underwear.  She also found some simple padded bras that were white and seamless.  The straps were very thin since the bra was designed more to look like a bra than to actually hold up breasts.  The body of the bra was like the camisoles with no seams and padding built into the bra.  Mary bought an additional set of white camisoles and bras from the children’s section.  All of the new underwear was tag less which was the new thing. 

When Mary returned home, she opened all the new underwear up and washed it.  Then while her mother was working in the back yard, she replaced the old underwear with her purchases.  She thought it would be a nice surprise for her mother.  She wanted her to know that she cared and that she was not bothered by her mother’s clothing choices. 

On Tuesday morning, Melissa exited the shower and was working on her hair in the bathroom.  Mary came to her open door and was talking to her mom.  As Melissa walked over towards her dresser, Mary said, “Mom, you know I love you right?”

Melissa turned, “Of course honey.  And, I love you more than anything in the world.”

Mary added, “While I was doing the wash, I thought that it was wrong that you had to wear my old grade school underwear.  I felt bad for you.”  Melissa turned to look at her daughter’s concerned look.  Before she could speak Mary finished, “So I bought you some presents.  I hope you like them.”

Mary leaned over and pulled her mother’s dresser drawer open.

Of course, the My Little Pony designs were adorable.  Melissa started laughing and saying how cute they were.  Mary gave her mom a hug.  Melissa asked, “Are these in my size?”

Mary said, “I hope so.  I already washed them.”

Both women laughed and Melissa snatched a white pair of underwear with My Little Pony all over.  The new bras were much more comfortable.  But they may not have been as padded as her original bras.  Melissa donned a camisole that matched her panties.

Melissa looked cute and surprisingly, the underwear all fit.  Mary wondered how many of her mom's classmates would be wearing the same underwear.  Then she wondered how many of the second graders would be wearing the same underwear and she laughed.

Mary and Melissa finished donning their school uniforms. 

Melissa’s new underwear was childish.  But it fit her perfectly.  The old underwear was loose or baggy.  The new underwear fit her little body snugly.  Without her clothes it probably made her look younger.  Melissa thought she looked dumb in the child’s underwear.  It never even occurred to her that she looked like a normal child with an adult hairdo.