Catch a cannonball, now to take me down the line.

“Alright, little miss, the woods are lovely, dark and deep, but, well, you know the rest. Now march!”

Bella did as she was ordered, but Bella had some difficulty hopping out of the front seat of her cruiser in her “big girl boots”, as she liked to think of them, scrambling barefoot into the backseat of the big BMW SUV while handcuffed was damn near impossible. It took some time, but to Tasmin the image of her flat ass straining, her big feet slipping, sweat and what all dripping down her stubby thunder-thighs as she tried to scramble up the step-up bar was simply adorable and totally worth it.

“Now, I’m not going to send this baby back to the dealership just because you can’t even control your own bladder, so just lay flat on your back, you’re getting a special treat. I’ll diaper you, free of charge.”

Bella couldn’t resist, still handcuffed, as she was laid flat on the soft leather interior by a short push to her flat chest. Tasmin expertly whipped out a diaper she kept for emergencies with her second-grader. Tasmin has been worried about they’d be too snug, but the fit ended up being perfect. Too perfect for Bella’s pride.

With this last humiliation, Bella was getting used to her new surroundings. She didn’t even bother to sit up as Tasmin drove off, lest some passerby get even more glances at what she lacked. She didn’t even notice they were headed away from the police station. The whole situation was so sexually charged that the drained Bella could only enjoy the new car smell mixing with the overpowering scent of her feminine musk as she clenched her thighs to the simple rhythm of the engine.

Tasmin checked her rear-view mirror and nearly cooed, laughing instead. Bella seemed to be getting too comfortable. Perhaps it was her dumpy little body, that didn’t even fill the backseat, or childish demeanor, or recent diapering; but Tasmin was even beginning to feel a little too motherly to Bella. This just had to be corrected.

“Bella, sweetie, this is to show you that you must always follow orders, and that nobody, but nobody, will care to help you. However much you think these petty humiliations have been, things can always get worse, and, more specifically, I can always motherfuck you harder, especially when you disobey me. But I never lie, Bella, sometimes I’ll fuck with you just because. No matter how far you think you’ve sunk, there’s always a lower level, and so you don’t forget it, I’ll prove it. What college did you go to?”

Bella didn’t get it, was this some sort of obtuse IQ test? If so, Tasmin was, for once, out of luck, she had gone to the University at Albany-SUNY for Criminal Justice, one of the top programs in the country. She had graduated at the top of her class, mainly through a combination of plagiarism, sabotage, and ass-kissing and pestering her professors and deans, but Tasmin couldn’t know that. Perhaps if she had been a bit brainier she would have caught the thread before boasting out her school, year and rank.

“Oh, UA-SUNY? Damn, I’m an alumnus.” Bella was confidant, this time, she had won, beating Tasmin’s strange test.

To her confusion, and eventual dismay, Tasmin pulled out a cell phone. Had she still been a cop, Bella could have ticketed her, as it was; her hands were tied, so to speak. Instead, she could only watch as Tasmin searched a number and hit call.

The little green numbers of the SUV’s clock hadn’t changed before she was saying, in the way only the upper-class can, expressing the utmost familiarity by feigned bewilderment, “OH, Dean Charmers, so nice to speak with you! No, this isn’t about my husband’s keynote address or the alumni donation for the East Wing, well, not directly. At least I hope it doesn’t have to be.”, she precisely articulated and laughingly threatened. “Yes one of our alums has completely disgrace herself, the school and her office.“ Another pregnant pause, “Bella Katz—oh, you remember her?! How wonderful! Uh-huh, still a major pain in everyone’s ass, Ha-Ha! Uh-huh, uh-huh, oh, yes, oh, how rude of me, let me put you on speaker with her.”

Bella’s pale face went even whiter as she heard the stuttering, scratchy voice of her old dean, “Bella, I can’t hardly believe this, except it is you. Allowing those recommendations and transcripts to go out was a terrible mistake on this university’s part. They were given, mainly, so we could get you out of our hair. You may have had a decent intellect, and never done anything against the letter of the rules, but your attitude has always been third-rate at best. You have gone against everything it has meant to be an alumnus since before the first day you arrived, you’ve…”

Bella was positively dripping; her former refuge, her supposed savior was chewing her out. While Bella tried to reason he was obviously playing it up for Tasmin, “That bitch,” as Bella thought of her, even she had to admit there was much more than a mere kernel of truth to his statements. It wasn’t her fault, she had just always been like this, she didn’t know why. Since kindergarten she had been a tattle-tale, and even though she had constantly brown-nosed she had always seemed to rub people the wrong way. Her ineptitude in this area had only increased as her learned behaviors and their reactions compounded over time. Unable to fit in with the kids, she had turn to the teachers, but her hypocritical, perfunctory, clingy and exhausting behavior had only reinforced and expanded her immature and caustic manner, causing her to turn to cajoling, whining, pleading, and even threats when she could. It had definitely helped her grades, as none of the teachers thought it worth there very limited energy to argue with this brat when simply giving into her demands seemed much more trivial. So, why not give her an A and send her on her way? Better yet, promote her to the next grade, and get her out of my hair. Such behavior was able to alienate the cool kids, geeks, and teachers in one fell swoop. At the same time, she got her first real taste power. After pestering for a month to be hall monitor she had stopped one of the girls who loved to tease her, two years older, but in the same class, so long, and then sent her to an out of order, locked bathroom across campus that she had pissed herself in humiliating desperation. Bella was annoyed that the girl wasn’t **** to wear diapers like Bella, though, then again, this had been the girls only accident while Bella wet herself twice daily, more if he was particularly nervous or excited. Still, Bella never missed an opportunity to point it out to the girl, even unto senior year of high school. Even though people were unaware of her diapered hypocrisy, her behavior backfired yet again. After the first week most people, even in junior high, had moved on. Bella’s harping onto into high school made her seem pathetic and petty, even to sophomores. Not to mention, everyone remembered Bella’s wetting troubles, little did they know diapers were the thing that had stopped her public piddling. Meanwhile, the girl who had been a natural beauty was affected by the taunting, though in the best manner possible. She developed a great sense of humor, and gained even more confidence. While she might have easily grown up to be a ‘mean girl’ this early incident had also helped to teach her empathy and humility. She certainly never bullied, or even taunted anyone, except in absolute jest, again, even Bella. Such was Bella’s life, she was a good luck charm, but only to her enemies.

While Bella had taken this trip down memory lane, little did she know it would be the last time she thought back this pleasantly to school. Tasmin and the dean had continued their conversation. Bella focused just as they were coming to the tail-end, Tasmin having listed off, accurately, Bella’s faults and recent activity.

The Dean, rather than being more incensed, seemed to become even happier, “Perfect, we’ll have no trouble what so ever then. I’m sure it will all be on the record. Just give me a second, I have my secretary pulling her records now. So, how is every little thing?”. A few pleasantries were exchanged in the mean time, and then, “Sorry for stalling, ma’am, yes Miss Greentree is telling me all of her records have been wiped from our hard-drives, it’s like she never even applied, let alone attended.”

“Thanks, Bob, and thank Katie for me too.”

“I will when she comes back, she just left to destroy the master paper copies.”

“Wonderful, just one more thing, could you connect me to her high school real quick?”

“Sure thing. What did this one do, this time? She make the mistake of pulling you over too? Gonna give her the ol’ Roxie treatment, eh? ”, he chuckled.

“Yep, but I think she’ll need even more, Hell, we’ll call it the Bella treatment after this.”, she guffawed.

Bella’s voice was the only one not laughing. Rather, low moans were escaping her lips; she was getting more turned on than she had ever been, even when she butt-naked on the side of the road. Trying to silence the fire in her loins was looking more and more like just another basic task out of reach for poor Bella, like holding her bladder for longer than two hours, or making her superiors like her. In the most banal office speak they were erasing years of dedication and demoting her to below a 14 year old in educational status as casually as arranging a date for brunch. It was even easier to for Tasmin to convince Bella’s high-school principle, especially with a preface from the dean.

In the last three minutes she had gone from master’s degree candidate to lower than a high-school dropout. In the last twenty she had gone from a pretty, powerful policewoman to a naked, diapered, soon to be jailbird, having had every possible petal of her personal confidence plucked away, or so she thought.

She definitely wished she had made a different choice.

“At least this can’t possibly get worse.” She tried to repeat it, like a mantra. Little did she know…