The Lecturer Isn’t Sympathetic

“I’m sorry,” Alexa mumbled. She shuffled forward, looking around for an empty chair.

“Sorry isn’t going to cut it, missy!” The teacher snapped. “I need to write you a tardy slip.” She stormed over to her desk, ripping the slip from her pad.

“I understand, um…” Alexa winced, getting another devil-stare from the teacher.

“It’s Mellissa. You’d know that if you got here on time!” Mellissa huffed handing Alexa the notice. The younger woman took it gingerly, deciding not to say anything else as she turned around to make her way to the stands. Her eyes fixed on her shoes.

A hand clasped on Alexa’s shoulder- her whole body turning to stone at the contact. She let go of her tote bag, letting it fall to the floor beside her.

“Not so fast little ‘pants wetter.’”

The crowd snickered. Alexa looked up, her eyes wet with tears. She could already see the phones being lifted up.

Mellissa spun Alexa around, her bony fingers grabbing at the belt around her jeans.

“Wait! Stop! You can’t-.” She squirmed, trying to push Mellissa away. But the teacher just batted her hands away, her belt and jeans opening in a blur. Alexa wailed as her trousers were shoved down to her ankles, her hands coming up to cover her face.

“Nice pony panties!” Someone called out, zooming in on her phone.

Alexa hugged herself. Before coming to university her mother had insisted on buying all her clothes for her and only bought her the most embarrassing childish underwear. Her pink My Little Pony underwear with sparkles, stars and Twilight Sparkle on the butt were among her least embarrassing!

Mellissa stood back, her hands on her hips. She sighed heavily.

“Why aren’t you wearing your diaper? I don’t want you to wet my seats! That sort of thing comes back to me you know? I’ll get written up for not allowing bathroom breaks. They don’t take into account little girls who can’t make it to the potty on time.”

Alexa squirmed, scrambling for her jeans. “I don’t need them during the day!”

“Then why did you wet yourself waiting for the fire alarm to clear last night?” Mellissa rolled her eyes, reaching under her desk.

Alexa’s heart dropped to her knees as Mellissa produced a plastic child’s potty. She dropped it onto the floor, the plastic clattering and echoing off the walls.

“No,” Alexa whimpered. “No. No, you can’t-.”

“You have a tardy slip already,” Mellissa said bluntly. “If you don’t go pee-pee before class like a good girl I’ll sign another warning saying you refused to cooperate with your lecturer. If you get three warnings in a week you’ll be removed from your program at this institution. Now, are you going to be a good girl?”