Jennifer Honey sat at her desk with a worried expression plastered all over her face. She shifted anxiously about in her chair as her eyes fell upon the empty desk that should have been seating her star pupil. While she loved each and every student in her kindergarten class; there was something special about Matilda. Her intelligence far surpassed any student in this school yet she was only six. How could she have been so stupid, Miss Honey chastised herself. She thought the Trunchbull wouldn't notice a few books missing here and there, but she was wrong and now Matilda was paying the price. She needed to find a way to get her out of there, but with the Trunchbull sitting in a chair in the corner watching her there was nothing she could do.
Miss Honey bit her lip anxiously as she worried about Matilda. She had seen children come out from the chokee completely traumatized and she couldn't blame them. This had to be illegal she thought while she walked around passing out worksheets for her students. Suddenly the lights in the classroom began to flicker on and off as the Trunchbull jumped to her feet. Ms. Honey hid her smile knowing how superstitious the Trunchbull was. Maybe if something else happened she hoped while stealing the occasional glance over her shoulder at the giant olympian that was gawking up at the florescent lights while beating the case with her riding crop.
Ms. Honey began instructing the children on how to work through the addition problems but froze mid sentence as suddenly the door to the classroom sprung open and then loudly slammed shut by itself. Ms. Trunchbull cowered away from the door as it continued to open and close by itself. Ms. Honey peeked into the hall as her eyes widened in surprise to see all the doors to all classrooms were opening and banging shut by themselves. The lights continued to flicker on and off as if someone was playing with the lightswitch. Ms. Trunchbull at that moments found what little courage she had left and sprinted out the door as it slammed shut behind her before opening once again. Teachers began peeking into the hallway to see what was going on as the Trunchbull sprinted down the hall, out the building and to her car.
Ms. Honey immediately made a beeline for the principal's office after she timed her escape from the self operating doors. After jumping into the hallway she began sprinting until she got to the chokee to see the door rattling and shaking. Quickly Miss Honey unfastened the dead bolt and threw the door open to find the sobbing child standing in a puddle of urine.
"It's okay, sweetie, Ms. Trunchbulls gone now. You can come out." Miss Honey said gently coaching the shaking child into her arms. "It's okay."
"I'm sorry!" Matilda cried as she felt Miss Honey wrap her arms around her and pick her up.
"Shh. It's okay, Matilda." Miss Honey whispered rocking the girl in place noticing that the lights had stopped flickering and all was finally still. How strange she thought as she carried the girl into the nearest bathroom and set her down.
"Please don't call my parents." Matilda begged with wide pleading eyes filled with fear. Normally it would have been school policy for any and all accidents to be reported, but something in the girls eyes told her she should let this slide. What could she tell her parents anyway? Your daughter wet herself while we locked her in a cage for half the day?
"Alright." Miss Honey agreed. "I'll try and find you something to wear." She walked back down the hall towards the nurse's office while ignoring the streams of kids and teachers pooled into the hall for lunch break.
"Ah, Jenny! What can I do for you?" The school nurse said looking up from her paperwork.
"Hi, Carol. You wouldn't happen to have any clothes that would fit a six year old girl, would you?"
"You can check the lost and found box." Carol said pointing to a drawer.
"Thank you." Miss Honey said digging through the box and pulling out a white one piece dress that looked like it would fit the girl. "What about underwear?" She asked after going through the box of mostly sweaters.
"No, I don't have any. What happened?" Carol asked looking up.
"One of my students was put in the chokee for too long." Ms. Honey explained with a sigh. "Poor things really shaken up about it."
"You want me to call her parents to come get her?" Carol asked quickly putting the pieces together. It wasn't the first time a child had wet themselves from being left in there and unless something changed it wouldn't be the last.
"No, I don't think it's a good idea. I've met her parents before; I don't think she get's the love and support she needs at home." Miss Honey said. "I think it would be better if I just helped her get cleaned up and we move on."
"You wouldn't be talking about the Wormwoods, would you?" Carol asked going through some drawers.
"Yep." Miss Honey said nodding. "How'd you know?"
"I called her mom once when Matilda came in with a fever. She told me to tell Matilda to suck it up, told me not to bother her and hung up." Carol explained opening up a package and pulling out a plastic garment. "She can't go without underwear so she'll have to wear this." She said holding up the diaper.
"You don't have anything else? I think this would just upset her more." Miss Honey said frowning while examining the folded up garment with cute printed teddy bears. "It's not even a pull up."
"Sorry." Carol apologized with a shrug. "Kids don't leave underwear lying around, thankfully. Here's a washcloth too."
"It'll have to do, thank you." Miss Honey said before rushing back to the bathroom to find Matilda hiding in a cubicle. "It's okay, no one else is in here. How about you come out and I'll help you get cleaned up."
"What if someone walks in?" Matilda squeaked while Miss Honey dampened the green washcloth in the sink.
"Then let's go in the big stall. I found some clothes that will fit you." Miss Honey said smiling comfortingly once Matilda finally stepped out of the cubicle and followed her teacher into the larger stall. "Alright, let's see." Miss Honey said inspecting the damage. The poor thing was literally soaked. "Go ahead and take off everything wet." Matilda silently nodded turning her head away as she pulled down her soaked blue striped panties and dress leaving her completely naked. She jumped slightly as Miss Honey knelt down and began wiping her legs down with the damp wash cloth. Matilda blushed and closed her eyes. She wasn't used to having anyone care for her and she definitely wasn't used to having accidents.
Matilda let out a quiet moan in embarrassment and covered her face with her hands as the washcloth moved higher up her legs until she felt it cleaning her privates and butt. "I'm really sorry about this next part, but It's the only option." Miss Honey explained as she unfolded the plastic garment as Matilda's eyes grew wide in shock as her teacher began taping a diaper on her waist.
"I-it was just a one time thing!" Matilda whimpered while her teacher adjusted and played with the waist band. "I'm- I'm not a -a baby!"
"Of course you're not a baby; you are a very wonderful and mature young girl who just had a run of bad luck is all. We just can't have you going without underwear and this is all I could come up with." Miss Honey explained motioning for Matilda to lift her arms so the dress could be slipped on. "There! All better." She said smiling as she unlatched the door while Matilda picked up her wet clothes and followed Miss Honey out.
"Thank you." Matilda said still refusing to make eye contact after they returned to the now empty classroom once they found a bag to put the wet clothes in.
Miss Honey glanced at the embarrassed young girl who took her seat and stared out the window. Miss Honey wondered what she could to do make Matilda feel better until an idea struck her.
"Would you like to come to my house after school?" Miss Honey asked. "I have a large collection of all sorts of books you'd be interested in. I could even wash your clothes for you." She smiled seeing the shine in Matilda's eyes return as the girl nodded gleefully.
The rest of the day went along smoothly without any paranormal activity. Miss Honey quietly chuckled to herself as she saw Matilda making weird faces as she tried to adjust to the extra padding underneath her. Miss Honey sighed in frustration while she quietly graded papers during nap time. While other students were learning how to read and write basic words and letters, Miss Honey had Matilda writing full essays and book reports. Another grammatically flawless research paper on the human heart she thought as she read over Matilda's work.
Matilda didn't belong in kindergarten, or even elementary school for that matter, but the Wormwoods had nearly slammed the door in her face when she suggested she begin preparations for college. The Trunchbull was of course no help either, accusing Miss Honey of being weak minded and that she was attempting to "pass the little brat off on someone else". Seeing no other solution, Miss Honey took it upon herself to provide Matilda with the proper level of education she deserved and began trying to assess just how high of a grade level she should be at. So far she had aced every test this school had to offer which put her above the 6th grade. What she really needed was a full time private tutor, but there was no way she could ever convince the Wormwoods to pay for something like that.
Once the final bell had rung dismissing the children, Matilda hung back eagerly awaiting getting to spend alone time with her favorite person.
"Ready?" Miss Honey asked smiling as Matilda enthusiastically nodded her head. "You need to call home first and make sure it's okay with your family."
"Oh." Matilda said as she bit her lip. "Okay." She said finally dialing the number into the phone sitting atop the desk. Miss Honey frowned as she overheard the conversation on the other side that sounded a lot like "Don't bother me with that." "They said it's fine." Matilda lied. Close enough Miss Honey thought as she grabbed her stuff and walked out the door.
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Just how had she let this happen Miss Honey thought as the two of them huddled together in the small closet in the mansion. She should have never told Matilda the story of her childhood. She thought that by explaining to Matilda that she hadn't grown up in a loving home either Matilda wouldn't feel so alone. The young girl had looked shocked to learn of Miss Honey's father's death and of being forced to live with the Trunchbull as her aunt growing up. What she hadn't expected was Matilda to run into the house when she told her of her lost doll that was left behind.
While walking past the mansion that rightfully belonged to Miss Honey, the two had hid behind some bushes as they watched the Trunchbull pull out of the driveway and next thing she knew Matilda had made a mad dash inside to retrieve Miss Honey's doll. Overcome with sudden nostalgia Miss Honey had looked around instead of getting Matilda and making a run for it. Not five minutes later the Trunchbull had returned and the two of them were forced to hide in the nearest closet. That was nearly two hours ago Miss Honey thought as she sat on the closet floor with Matilda in her lap.
Miss Honey grimaced as Matilda leaned back putting pressure on Miss Honey's full bladder while she cursed herself for not using the bathroom at school before she left. How was she supposed to know she'd be hiding in a closet from her deranged aunt all night? She wondered if this was how Matilda felt being stuck inside the chokee all day. She grimaced again as Matilda began shifting in her lap increasing her discomfort dramatically. The girls restlessness only seemed to be increasing as the minutes slowly dragged on.
"What's wrong?" Miss Honey whispered in Matilda's ear when she heard a small quiet whimper escape the young girls mouth.
"I have to go pee." Matilda mumbled as she shifted again.
"Yeah me too." Miss Honey whispered back. "As soon as she goes upstairs we'll make a break for it. Just try not to move so much." She said as she felt a sudden spasm from her bladder from the pressure of Matilda's constantly shifting weight against her lower stomach. Miss Honey began to worry that if they didn't make it out soon she really would feel like how Matilda felt earlier. At least Matilda was wearing protection she thought giving the girls front a pat to see if she still had it on. Miss Honey shook from the effort of clenching as Matilda squirmed causing a little to leak out. She'd have to get Matilda to sit still or else she was going to have an accident too. There was only one way that was going to happen.
"Sweetie, it's okay if you can't hold it." Miss Honey whispered through clenched teeth. "Just go ahead and pee in your diaper."
"No, I can hold it!" Matilda said pressing her hands into her lower half. "I'm not a baby."
"This doesn't make you a baby." Miss Honey whispered wrapping her arms around Matilda to hold her in place. "It's called being resourceful and making due with what you have available."
"But…" Matilda mumbled trying to think of a counter argument.
"Sweetie, just go. You'll feel better." Miss Honey encouraged holding the girl against her while petting Matilda's hair. "I won't tell anyone."
"Promise?" Matilda asked as her face burned with embarrassment at the thought of wetting a diaper while sitting in her teachers lap.
"Promise."
"O-okay." Matilda mumbled turning her body and burying her head into Miss Honey's shoulder as the woman tried to comfort her by rubbing her back. Miss Honey bit her knuckle and clenched her thighs together while she heard the loud hissing of Matilda relieving herself into the garment secured to her waist. Miss Honey could feel the diaper slowly expanding atop her legs and growing warm. Matilda lightly trembled as she kept her head buried in her teacher's arms.
"It's okay." Miss Honey whispered when she realized the girl had begun to cry. "Shh we still need to be quiet." She said as she lightly patted the girls back. "I'm going to be in the same boat soon if we can't get out of here." She admitted as she sharply inhaled wishing the space she was in was big enough to move around.
"What time do you think it is?" Matilda asked as she felt her teacher beginning to tremble and fidget.
"Six maybe." Miss Honey said through her now labored breathing. "Matilda, no!" She gasped as Matilda stood and slowly opened the closet door to peek her head out.
"She's watching a movie." Matilda whispered sitting back down in Miss Honey's lap who let out an audible groan. "Miss Honey," Matilda said studying the pained expression on her teachers face in the dimly lit closet from the cracks in the doorway. She smiled sympathetically knowing her teacher wasn't going to last much longer. Miss Honey let out a weak smile as she clenched her fists at her side.
"I guess now I understand what you went through today." She groaned feeling a leak escape and then another as she desperately tried to keep holding it in despite her dress already becoming visibly wet.
"It's okay, Miss Honey." Matilda said wrapping her teacher in a hug once her little hand had felt the dampness on her teachers dress. "I won't tell either." With misty eyes Miss Honey nodded knowing it was going to happen anyway. She patted Matilda's head as she forced her clenched and trembling body to relax. Almost immediately pee gushed and hissed into Miss Honey's panties as it pooled beneath her soaking her dress and legs.
"I can't believe I just did that." Miss Honey said with a depressed sigh. " I haven't had an accident since I was a little girl." After another 20 minutes Matilda stood and peaked her head out the door again to find the Trunchbull snoring loudly in the recliner.
"She's asleep." Matilda whispered as Miss Honey stood from her puddle on the ground and peeked her head out. Quickly and silently the two made their way through the house and out the front door. It was nearly 7pm by the time they made it to Miss Honey's and both were in desperate need of cleaning up. After throwing all the clothes in the wash Miss Honey took a quick shower before calling Matilda's parents to ask if she could stay the night. After getting a less than courteous, "You can keep her for all I care" Miss Honey hung up the phone and was about to ask Matilda what she wanted for dinner when she heard a sudden "Woah!" Come from the living room.
Matilda stood looking up at the overflowing bookshelf that took up nearly half the wall. Her brown eyes sparkled as she read over all the different titles. Miss Honey smiled as she quietly watched before taking a seat in her favorite recliner and instructed the girl to pick one. Matilda stood indecisive for a moment before finally choosing one about a dragon. Miss Honey then motioned for Matilda to climb up in her lap as the young brown haired girl eagerly obliged as she pushed up the sleeves to one of the woman's old T-shirts that nearly went down to Matilda's knees. After snuggling up close to her teacher Matilda began to read out loud with ease, never stumbling over any difficult words until she could barely keep her eyes open. Miss Honey finished reading the chapter for her as Matilda closed her eyes and rested her head on Miss Honey's chest as she listened to the woman's voice lulling her to sleep.
"I wish you were my mommy." Matilda muttered before losing consciousness. Miss Honey stopped reading in surprise and looked down to find the young girl fast asleep. She smiled and set the book down as she lightly stroked Matilda's back.
"I wish I was your mommy too." She replied.