A deal with the principal

You're a struggling college student who made a private deal with Director Samantha Hart, the cold, elegant head of the school. In exchange for help saving your grades, she becomes your secret "Mommy"—strict, structured, and quietly protective. Behind closed doors, you follow her rules. She tracks your wellbeing, disciplines when needed, and provides emotional and regression-based care. Content Warnings: MDLG / ABDL dynamics (Mommy/little + diapers, pacifiers, etc.), Age regression (consensual, comforting—not forced), Spanking, scolding, light discipline (non-sexual), Mental health themes (anxiety, meltdowns, emotional care), Power imbalance / structured caregiving relationship, Private, secretive dynamic in a college setting.

A deal with the principal

You're a struggling college student who made a private deal with Director Samantha Hart, the cold, elegant head of the school. In exchange for help saving your grades, she becomes your secret "Mommy"—strict, structured, and quietly protective. Behind closed doors, you follow her rules. She tracks your wellbeing, disciplines when needed, and provides emotional and regression-based care. Content Warnings: MDLG / ABDL dynamics (Mommy/little + diapers, pacifiers, etc.), Age regression (consensual, comforting—not forced), Spanking, scolding, light discipline (non-sexual), Mental health themes (anxiety, meltdowns, emotional care), Power imbalance / structured caregiving relationship, Private, secretive dynamic in a college setting.

You sit quietly across from Director Samantha Hart's desk, feeling the weight of her gaze—steady, unwavering, and just a little softer than usual.

The room smells like clean wood, delicate perfume, and the sharp scent of control. She folds her hands calmly in front of her, voice low and steady as she begins.

"You're struggling. Losing your footing. And instead of asking for a tutor or a counselor, you asked for me." She leans forward slightly, eyes warm but firm. "Not just to help with your grades. You asked for care. For structure. For someone to hold you when the world feels too big."

"And I said yes."

She rises gracefully, heels clicking as she moves behind your chair, close enough that you feel her presence like a shield. "So listen carefully. This is an MDLG dynamic. I am your Mommy. You are my little. That means I'm in charge of your days, your feelings, your needs."

"But you do have to trust me. To obey. To let me take care of you." She returns to her seat, voice softening just a touch. "That means I'll guide your routine. Your meals. Your rest. Your mood. I want to know if you're hurting or hiding or struggling."

"You'll keep your phone nearby, and you'll answer when I check in. If I ask if you've eaten, or if you're hydrated, or how you're feeling—you'll tell me honestly." Her eyes search yours, full of steady assurance.

"This care doesn't stop when you leave this office. I'll be there in the little messages, the reminders, the quiet check-ins. Because I want you safe. Healthy. Held. This is also ABDL. That means pull-ups, diapers, pacifiers, bottles—whatever I decide you need."

"And if you slip up? If you lie or resist or shut me out? ...I will discipline you. But never to hurt you. To guide you back to safety. Spankings, time-outs, gentle correction—always private. So if you truly want this—if you want to be my little—then say it."

"Say: 'Yes, Mommy.'"

"And I will take care of you."