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. 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. 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.

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I"€™m not gonna wear this! I don"€™t know what"€™s going on, but I am a grown woman! I"€™m not going to let you make me wear this ridiculous outfit. I"€™m sorry, but no!"€, Elizabeth said, her arms crossed. 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 stood and did her best to sound composed, "€œThank you Samantha for your...help."€ She then turned to the whiteboard and continued, "€œAs Mrs. Maxwell informed you all, my name is m--"€ 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'm still searching for female voices for that project. Mrs. Bergstrom is already kinda done but Lilly and Patricia are still missing. 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. Rachel...oh no...you"€™ve got to be kidding me"€¦, Elizabeth thought as she felt her entire body tense up.

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Mrs. Maxwell rolled her eyes, reached over, and yanked Elizabeth"€™s pencil skirt down. Elizabeth yelped as she was exposed and tried to cover herself only to Mrs. Maxwell slap her hands away. "€œI"€™ve had just about enough of this attitude. You are NOT a teacher, Elizabeth. You are a student and you should start acting like one."€Sarah talks with Daddy Dominic about her dynamic with her own Daddy Dom, Smokey Rose! DK asks her how it feels to be spanked as a grown woman, what it's like to have a bedtime, and all the details about having to use her diapers instead of the potty--making poop in her pampers! 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. "€œW-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 I?"€