“Good morning, class.”

The room sounded like a valley full of crickets as the girls sat there in silence to their new teacher’s greeting.

“The correct response is- Good morning, Miss Panda .”

Still more crickets.

“Tough crowd, huh?” The teacher giggled, taking yet another headcount of her students. “Looks like someone was late today, wasn’t she?”

Aubree just crossed her arms in protest, earning herself the attention of everyone else in the room. Nobody quite knew her very well aside from her anger troubles- which when everyone was staring straight at her, were fully on display.

“What are you looking at?” She snapped, snarling at the nearest human being. Which just so happened to be Vivien.

Already waist deep in this hell and ever so out of her depth, Vivien just went wide-eyed, swallowing nervously as she lowered her gaze to her own lap. At the very least, she wasn't the only one sitting crisscrossed on the colorful classroom playmat and dressed like an infant down to the diaper secured snugly to her waist, but she was probably the only one who was imminently in danger of needing hers changed. While there was theoretically nothing stopping her from stripping off her clothes and tearing the damn thing off, she suspected it wasn't exactly something she was going to be able to get away with so easily, not without making some very scary people angry at her. That was not something Vivi wanted.

And she was Vivi now, not Vivien, the name on the chalkboard said so. Lulu, Zoey, Charlie, Vivi, Maisie, and Aubree. Luna too seemed to have had her name infantilized to her babysitter's pleasure. For better or for worse, things were stuck this way for the time being.

With a smile on her face, the woman who was to be their teacher simply watched, taking note of every little detail of every little face of every little girl before her. “We’ll have to train that out of you. Proper little ones don’t hiss or growl.”

“That’s Robin for you.” The woman in the panda mask rolled her eyes at the angry blonde’s display. “Late and underperforming.”

She might have had a point, but whatever authority she might have seemingly wielded quickly melted away once Miss Panda slipped a pacifier between her lips.

“There’s one for you too, young lady.” She eyed Aubree, smiling devilishly. “As for the rest of you, well… Just be glad you haven’t misbehaved yet.”

Vivi’s nervous heart jumped as the students all sat, helplessly watching as the woman held up a small remote, shooting each of them a wink. This was not going to be an ordinary trip to school.

“My rules are fairly relaxed, all things considered. I’m in charge of you, and your caregivers, and your instructors. Simply put-” Her eyes drifted towards her assistant in black and white, cowering behind her mask and pacifier. “There’s not a woman in this wonderland that I don’t own.”

That sent a shiver down their spines.

“If you’re lucky. You won’t see me… Ever. At least not outside of this classroom. But if any of you get too far ahead of yourselves and decide to cause some trouble, just ask your caregivers what I can do, it won’t be pleasant. Meanwhile, for those of you that do behave- which I suspect will be most of you- you will find this place to be a warm, caring, and nurturing environment.”

After a moment of pacing back and forth, she paused, turning around to write her name on the chalkboard in big bold letters. Miss Panda.

“Trust me, I know what you’re thinking. You’re all sitting there- wondering- why me? Why am I here and not someone else? Why did they choose me?” She smiled, setting the chalk down with a loud clack. “To which the answer is: Somebody wants to buy you.”

Her heart sunk in her chest at the sound of that. Of course that was the case, why else would she be here? Vivi found herself shaken by this revelation. Molly had been lying to her after all.

“Already?!” Front and center, little Charlie Murphy blurted out. “You’ve already sold us?!”

Miss Panda, using a rather long but sturdy ruler, tipped the girl’s chin up in order to get a better look at her. Charlie’s fears were valid and justified, but not- in the eyes of her teacher- appropriate. Rather imposing from down where the girls sat, Vivi simply winced as she watched the girl sitting directly in front of her, violently smacked across the face with a yardstick.

“That is not how you speak to a grown up.” She swung the yardstick behind her, thudding it forcefully against the chalkboard at her side. “You will speak, think, and act exactly how I teach you- or you will not speak, think, or act at all! Is that understood?!”

A menacing silence quickly overtook the room. After that brutal display of force, it would appear her class was too shocked to say anything. After all, no one wanted to be the first person to bow down.

“I said-” She raised the yardstick, as if to strike the student up front once more. “Is that understood?”

“Y-yes, Miss Panda!” Poor Charlie recoiled, eyes filled with tears as she flinched out of the way. “Yes, Miss Panda. I understand!”

Her terrifying teacher lowered the baton at the sound of her compliance. “All of you. Now.”

Sat right behind Charlie, Vivien nervously eyed the rest of her classmates, anything not to make eye contact with the women up front. Her eyes nervously caught sight of Aubree beside her once again, staring her down.

One by one. “Yes, Miss Panda…” They all mumbled, overlapping to the point that it was impossible to hear who said it first. But it was clear who was last.

Again crossing her arms and biting her tongue, Aubree glared at her teacher in defiance. After a moment of silence it really seemed like she was really going to fight this, but eventually- inevitably- she gave. “Yes, Miss Panda. I understand…”

Miss Panda, as was the name her students were instructed to call her, certainly raised an eyebrow at that. “Well, what do you know?”

Little miss pouty pants in the back corner could just feel the eyes on her, and she didn’t like them one bit. Blushing a furious red she stared down at her own lip, crisscrossed like the rest of them, her diaper on display- unlike the rest of them. No one was having fun, but never was that so visibly apparent than with her.

“I must have underestimated you.” Miss Panda smirked, pressing down on one of the buttons on her remote. “Good girl.”

Everyone’s favorite kiddo let out what could only be described as a surprised moan, which was shortly followed up by a soft buzz. A vibrator- Vivien and the girls realized- remotely controlled by their teacher was now going up inside of her. It only lasted a few moments, but that was more than enough to do its damage.One look at the soft bulge between her legs made her eyes wide, and within a split second Aubree was tugging her hoodie down to cover up.

“As your teacher I have delegated the task of caring for you all- alongside several other responsibilities- to your babysitters. My right hand, the dean of students and staff, will be monitoring them and you and reporting back to me, just in case you all get up to something. While my left hand… will be volunteering to be my test dummy for today.” The fiendish woman shot knowing glances to her assistant up front, watching Candy shoot daggers right back at her. “Hopefully this will demonstrate that I am not your friend. I am your teacher. I will not go easy on any of you. That’s why your babysitters are charged with that task, to make sure each and every one of you is properly cared for, so that I can focus on what’s important. Teaching you girls how to be proper girls, proper children, and proper slaves. And that, little ones, is what you will all strive to be… Is that understood?”

Again there was silence, bitter anguished silence. But that just meant the girls had yet to learn.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” Miss Panda hummed, once again tilting Charlie’s chin up with her ruler. “I couldn’t quite hear you there.”

Quietly, but largely in unison, her students complied. “Yes, Miss Panda…”

With grim satisfaction, their teacher grinned. “Very good, girls.”

Spinning on her heel, Miss Panda smacked her yardstick against one end of the chalkboard, gesturing to a list she’d written out herself. “First thing’s first, there are rules, and I expect you all to follow them to the letter. Those are as follows-”

“One. Students are to do as the teacher tells them without question. Girls who misbehave will be punished.”

“Two. Students will pay attention to what they are being taught in class. Girls who fail tests will be punished.”

“Three. Students will raise their hands when they want the teacher’s attention. Girls who talk without permission will be punished.”

“Four. Students will not leave the classroom until class has been dismissed. Girls who try will be punished.”

“Five. Students will wear diapers to class, and will be subject to random diaper checks by the teacher. Girls who try to take their diapers off will be punished.”

“And finally, it may not be a written rule, but don’t think you can get away with defying the spirit of my school. Because if I think you need a punishment, you’ll get one.”

Chills swept over the room as the six helpless women simply watched in terror from below as their new teacher told them the rules.

“I’ll go easy on you girls since it is the first day of school.” She sat the ruler down on her desk, sitting in her excessively comfortable seat. “How about we go ahead and introduce ourselves to each other. Who would like to start?”

There was a brief pause, as none of the girls wanted to do so, before Charlie volunteered herself. “I can…”

“Then go ahead, tell us what you told your caregiver, dear. And don’t forget to tell us all. What do you want to be when you grow up?”

Charlie froze on the spot at the implication. When she grows up. As if she wasn’t already a grown up, which at age 24, she was supposed to be. And she had been.

“Wh-what do you mean, M-Ma’am?”

“It’s not hard, sweetie. I promise. You just have to tell me what to be when you grow up.” Miss Panda gave her an evil smirk. “Something like, I don’t know, an actress… A musician… a boxer… a veterinarian-”

Vivi’s heart stopped as she heard Miss Panda say that one.

“Or maybe… an author.”

“My name is Charlie. My favorite color is green. My favorite animals are giraffes. My favorite food is pizza. I’m afraid of the dark…” Charlie stopped, horrifically embarrassed already. “And I want to be an author when I grow up…”

“Very good, Charlie.” Her teacher giggled. “I’ll forgive you for not raising your hand this time, but who’s next?”

“May I?” Zoey asked with her hand raised, to which the answer was yes. “My name is Zoey. My favorite color is lavender, not purple. My favorite food is fruit. My favorite animals are hamsters. I’m afraid of being alone. And I want to be a musician when I grow up.”

Vivi was beginning to see the pattern. “M-My name is Maisie… My favorite color is pink… My favorite animal is a koala… My favorite food is grilled cheese… I’m afraid of blood… And I want to be an actress when I grow up…”

“M-My name is Vivi…” She stuttered as she was called on. “My favorite color is yellow. My favorite animals are sheeps. My favorite food is spaghetti. I’m afraid of storms… A-and… And I want to be a- a veterinarian when I grow up…”

As if Miss Panda needed to be more terrifying. She knew everything about them already. Just by the way she said that, she was just tormenting them. Because the fact of the matter was, Vivien didn’t just want to be a veterinarian. She was a veterinarian.

“Come on, girls.” Miss Panda tried to rush them along. “Don’t be shy.”

The comment about being shy was clearly directed towards poor little Luna, who was simply shaking in her shorts.

“Umm… M-My name is Lulu… A-and my favorite color is red… My favorite animals are elephants… My favorite food is chicken noodle soup… I-I’m afraid of water…” She stuttered even worse than Vivien had, squeezing her oversized red elephant stuffie- Stomper- for comfort. “And when I grow up… I want to be a… a ballerina?”

The rest of the room found Lulu’s answer perfectly acceptable, up to and including the teacher, but not Aubree.

“Can’t you be like the rest of us and just answer normally?” She scoffed, almost growling as she not only spoke up- but stood up- speaking down at the rest of them like their teacher was. “She’s not asking you what you actually want to be like you’re a child, she’s asking us what we used to be. And I know for a fact that you weren’t a prissy little ballerina. You’re a grown ass woman, stand up and be the right kind of bitch instead of sitting there and taking it like a baby. It’s pathetic. I want to get behind you like the rest of them, but your freaky diaper girl fetish is creeping me the hell out.”

Poor little Lulu looked like she was about to cry.

“Now that wasn’t nice at all, Aubree.” Miss Panda commented, disappointed. “Sit back down and apologize to your friend.”

“She’s not my friend.” Aubree snapped. “And you’re not my mom or my teacher. You’re just a sick fucking monster woman who has the gall to try and demand respect from the women she’s kidnapped. You’re a parasite to-”

Aubree’s voice was quickly silenced by the sound of several knuckles cracking as one of the other littles stood up, turned towards her, and thumped her straight in the face.

She thudded to the floor on her butt, diaper clearly showing and crinkling beneath her bottom as she stumbled backwards, looking up to see who it was.

“Fucking there, happy?!” Lulu shouted angrily, shaking in her shorts in a completely new way. “My name is Luna, and I want to be a boxer when I grow up. Is that what you wanted?!”

The other girl’s nose quickly began to bleed.

“Who’s the baby now, bitch?” She snarled one last time before spitting directly into Aubree’s lap. “How about you stand up instead of sitting there and taking it like a baby, huh?”

Aubree very well might have been pissing her pants from where she was sitting. But it would appear that she quickly got her just desserts. Miss Panda, meanwhile, had a different way of punishing little girls like them.

“Alex and Robin to the classroom please.” She called on the intercom. “We have two temper tantrums and a bloody nose to deal with.”

Their teacher waited until the caregivers had shown up before she stepped towards the chart hanging from the wall by her desk, finding both Lulu and Aubree’s names and placing a number of not fun looking stickers next to them.

“The both of you get two strikes on your behavior chart for speaking out of turn and snapping at each other. While Aubree gets one extra for instigating it all, and another extra since she’ll be leaving the classroom early.”

Neither Aubree nor her caregiver had the courage to argue with that. Because even Robin couldn’t help but be disappointed. “Aubree…”

“I-” Aubree stuttered, finally pulling her hands from her nose, just a bit covered in blood. She seemed just a bit more… agreeable around her caregiver. “I’m sorry…”

Robin breathed in and then out, shuddered, and then took her hand anyway- helping the baby to her feet. “We’ll talk about it later.”

Aubree blushed. “Okay…”

The girl up front- Candy- sat up slightly as she watched, making sure to keep an eye on Robin directly. Both she and the mistress, Miss Panda, were admittedly a little bit surprised to see that Robin had even a slight handle on the girl. Even if she didn’t have quite as much control on the little one as Alex had on hers.

And unfortunately for Lulu, she wasn’t out of the woods just yet.

“You promised you’d be a good girl today.” Alex scolded her. “What happened?”

Luna shuffled nervously. “She was making fun of me, Miss…”

“And that means it’s okay to punch her in the face?”

Lulu tightened her grip on Stomper. “No…”

Without another word, Alex reached towards the girl and confiscated the elephant right from her arms. Yet amazingly- despite just putting on a show of proving that she could take anyone in the room with relative ease- Lulu did nothing to protest or stop this. If anything, she submissively obliged, shrinking in on herself as she did so. Because Luna might not care much for Aubree, but she did care about what her caregiver thought.

That was the weapon Miss Panda was wielding against them, the disappointment of their own caregivers.

“Just because one of the other girls loses her temper doesn’t mean you can too. Even for a baby, that’s inappropriate.” Alex scolded, loudly and confidently, and Luna permitted this. Because when Aubree made fun of her, it was something she could fight. But when Alex did it, it meant that Lulu was in trouble. And Lulu didn’t want to be in trouble. “You can have Stomper back when you remember how to behave, and not a moment sooner.”

Poor little Lulu finally began to cry.

“It’s okay, baby girl.” Alex smiled warmly, leaning in to kiss Lulu on the forehead without giving up any ground. “If you’re a good girl for the rest of the day, you’ll get him back before bed. But if I see any more bad stickers on that chart when I come back to pick you up, you’ll be going to bed with a spanking and an enema.”

Aubree couldn’t help but snicker at that one, which only helped make her own- and Lulu’s caregiver- that much more annoyed.

“Help me get her cleaned up, sis?” Alex asked.

“Of course.” Robin quietly agreed, tugging on Aubree’s hand. “Come on, Roo. Let’s get you to the nurse’s office.”

“W-wait…” Aubree stalled for just a moment, biting her tongue and turning towards Miss Panda, raising one hand. “I didn’t get to go yet…”

Miss Panda shuffled in her seat, smiling as she looked towards the girl. “Yes, dear?”

“My name is Aubree.” She answered, frowning as she wiped her nose clean. “My favorite color is baby blue. My favorite food is falafel. My favorite animal is the kangaroo. I’m afraid of needles… And I want to be a competitive gamer when I grow up.”