“I’ll take timeout.”
“Have it your way, then,” Miss Evelyn says with a disappointed sigh. I’m not sure how Juju doesn’t fold at the sound of it, because I’m ready to beg her forgiveness and I’m not even the one in trouble.
Taking Juju by the hand, Miss Evelyn leads her over to a tiny chair in the corner. Nose in the air, Juju takes her seat with all the grace of a princess, even though the chair is so low to the ground she practically has to pull her knees up to her chest to sit in it.
With Juju deposited in her timeout chair, Miss Evelyn returns to the table where Tori and I are seated and holds her hands out for us. “Let’s take you girls over to the changing area.”
Taking her hands, Tori and I exchange a look before glancing over at Juju, who is staring straight at the corner without flinching. I wonder how long she’ll last before she breaks down and agrees to use her diaper.
Along the same wall that houses our cubbies is a large changing table, much like the one in my nursery. Miss Evelyn helps Tori up onto the table, which is my first indication that our sweet teacher is much stronger than she appears.
“All right, Victoria.” Her voice is low and soothing in a way it hasn’t been during our lessons, where she’s opted more for bright and cheerful or silly voices as she read us stories. “I’m just going to push on your bladder a tiny bit. I want you to close your eyes and try to relax.”
“Yes, Miss Evelyn.” Laying back on the table, Tori squeezes her eyes shut as Miss Evelyn presses her fingers down on Tori’s stomach.
It takes a few minutes, but eventually Tori sighs and the sound of her wetting her diaper reaches my ears. My own bladder is beginning to protest the delay, and I shift in place as I watch Miss Evelyn change Tori’s diaper, all the while praising her for being such a good girl.
Once Tori is in a clean diaper, it’s my turn. And by the time Miss Evelyn helps me up onto the table, the pressure in my bladder is almost enough to block out how embarrassing this whole ordeal is.
Almost.
I still have to cover my face with my hands when she presses down on my bladder and it takes less than five seconds for it to release. And with that pressure gone, it's all I can do not to jump down from the table and go running when she pulls the tab of my diaper open and strips it from me.
I'm half naked, my most private parts on display to yetanothercomplete stranger and now one of my best friends.
Luckily, the humiliation doesn't last long. Before I can do much more than contemplate my potential escape, a new diaper is fastened around my waist and Miss Evelyn is helping me down from the table.
“Okay, girls. There are two mats over there in the corner. I want you to go lie down and close your eyes for thirty minutes. You don't have to sleep but you do have to rest and that means no talking. Understood?”
“Yes, Miss Evelyn,” Tori and I chorus obediently.
We're turning to head for the designated nap spot when Tori pauses and shifts to face Miss Evelyn again. “Um, what about Juju?”
Miss Evelyn smiles. “Juju was very naughty today. She's going to have to do her naptime separately. But I promise I'll take very good care of her.”
Nibbling her bottom lip, Tori glances over at me, as if asking what we should do about it. But I'm not entirely sure what wecando about it. If we argue with Miss Evelyn, we risk getting in trouble ourselves, and I don't really see the point. Juju got herself in trouble and our rebellion won't help her case any.
So I shrug and hold my hand out to Tori. With a last longing look over her shoulder, she takes my hand and follows me over to our nap area.
“Do you think Juju will be okay?” Tori whispers after we're settled on our surprisingly comfortable cots.
“I think so,” I whisper back. “She's probably gonna get a spanking later but Miss Evelyn won't let her hurt herself.”
Tori sighs. “Yeah. Sometimes I think shelikesbeing in trouble.”
“Really?”
“Mmhmm. She's always looking for ways to get spanked. I can never tell if she's actually being defiant or if she's just being a brat for her Daddy's attention.”
“Girls. No talking during naptime. If I have to tell you again, I’ll be sending notes home to your Daddies.”
That threat shuts us up, and we lie there for a while in silence. Eventually, the world around me goes dark and I sink into a brief but peaceful slumber.
* * *
Izzy
Juju doesn’t seem any worse for the wear after our nap, though I do notice she's a bit quieter and she doesn't argue with Miss Evelyn even once. I assume she got her diaper changed, but when Tori asks about it, Juju just shrugs and turns away so she can change into her uniform for dance class.
