“Then do it.”

  She hesitated for a moment. She didn’t want to do to it and it took an act of will to force her mouth to put out the words, “Thank you, Sir. Thank you for taking care of me.”

  “Be careful, little girl, or I’ll decide that I’ll need to take care of you permanently.”

  Tara’s face whitened at the thought, but before she could ask what he meant or even convince herself that he was simply taunting her, James rolled her onto her back again. Before she could act in anyway, his hand moved back down her diaper and to her slit.

  Tara’s lips parted for him even as she let out an excited breath. It wasn’t fair! She should have been mad at him. He spanked her! He took her onto his lap and spanked her like a bad girl, but with his finger between her legs like this, she felt herself start to drip. Because he hadn’t finished those minutes before, Tara’s body practically sang for him.

  Each touch of her clit made her gasp again until her face had brightened to a cherry hue and her heart pounded with the kind of passion her body had never known. Right as he sped up, she imagined him on top of her, working his cock deep inside of her. The orgasm exploded throughout her body, a climax that thundered through every nerve in her body. Her hands clutched, her toes curled, and the world went bright within polychromatic tones.

  When he finished, Tara’s body relaxed, every muscle turning to jelly. And it got even better. At first, she thought he would tell her to get up. Instead, he refastened her plastic bottoms and started to pet her. He stroked her hair and let her relax and sink into the receding pleasures of the best orgasm she had ever experienced.

  Time lost all meaning. It could have been ten minutes or maybe an hour before he leaned down and asked, “What time is your first class?”

  Her eyes popped open as the rest of the world crashed down on her. In those wondrous moments, Tara had forgotten all about the rest of her life. She tried not to let her relaxation freak her out too much. He had petted her so tenderly, after all. She melted in his grip and shouldn’t feel bad about it.

  “Noon,” Tara said. The idea of going to her Urban Geography class made her stomach twist a bit.

  “Then we have just enough time to finish spanking.”

  “Sir?”

  “Yes, Tara?” he sounded so benevolent, and yet she had no doubt he intended to spank her again. She had been so bad after all, refusing her breakfast. For a half-second, Tara almost felt guilty about how she behaved. Then she had to actively remind herself that she wasn’t an infant. She didn’t deserve to be treated this way.

  She wasn’t a baby!

  “Please, Sir, can I do anything to make up my bad behavior?” She licked her lips and said, “Anything.” At once, she felt his cock stiffen at her offer. At the same time, she ran her teeth along her lower lips as she thought of how it would feel to have his manhood in her mouth. Her pussy started to dampen again. She had never gotten so excited so fast, and yet the idea of having him inside of her pushed every one of her buttons. Repeatedly.

  “You’re a good girl, but not this time.” Then he leaned down and said, “Maybe next time. But if you want to really get on my good side, then you’re going to count off each time I spank you. And when I’m done, you’re going to explain what you did wrong and the lesson you learned.”

  Her nostrils flared again as a stab of the old aggravation cut through her. Thank him? She wanted to smack him right then, and yet when she stared up at her teacher, Tara felt a sense of submissive longing settle on her chest. She had to please him.

  No, Tara realized, she wanted to please him. That’s why she gave in again and said, “Yes, Sir.” If he noticed the reluctant frustration in her voice, he didn’t comment on it.

  James rolled her back onto her stomach. Her ass poised before him, encased in her diaper. She shivered a bit as he started to rub the back of her thigh with light, grazing touches. She liked it. A lot. He could read her body language the way most people went through books. No matter how much she pretended to want this to stop, she enjoyed the humiliation of forced regression, which was excellent since he had no intention of stopping.

  Professor Emerson brought his hand down. She jumped with the shock of pain, “One.” He struck again and her strained voice came out again, “Two.” He kept at it, spanking her like a naughty girl. Only this time she seemed much more obedient since she counted up and up: six, seven, eight, nine, and finally ten.

  Once he slowed down, the backs of her thighs were bright red. The color spread through the rest of Tara’s skin, a combination of frustrated embarrassment, sweet ache, and humiliating pleasure. He loved putting her through this and drank in the sight of her so prostrated and demeaned before him. All too often, pretty girls like Tara got whatever they wanted with a wink and a smile. Now she learned what it meant to be a really good baby girl.

  He began to pet her again, and Tara wanted to stay quiet, but she remembered his instructions. Getting up the nerve to demean herself again was harder than she expected. Some part of her really wanted to shut her mouth and dare him to spank her again, but it would hurt and she didn’t want to be punished. As much as her face burned with humiliation at the thought, Tara wanted to be a good girl.

  She let out an exacerbated sigh and said, “I’m sorry I misbehaved, Sir. I should have eaten without getting fussy.”

  “And are you going to be good and obedient for me?”

  She let out another sigh, “Yes, Sir.” Those puffs of resentment were the closest thing she could manage to genuine defiance, but James didn’t seem to mind. If anything, he savored seeing her so powerless. She really did sound like a little girl. Sure, she wanted to push out, but she couldn’t and on some important level, she understood this.

  “Good girl,” he told her and helped her back to her feet. “Let’s get you dressed and I’ll give you a ride to school.” She really could have driven herself, but Tara knew better than to risk defying him again. If he wanted to drive her, then fine, he would drive her.

  Tara waddled after him as he took her back to the nursery. She guessed it was for her clothes. But when he opened the door for her, she found a set of clothes waiting for her on the changing table.

  “What’s this?” she asked, picking up the dress. She couldn’t believe he expected her to wear it, and yet she couldn’t think of any other reason he would have put it out for her.

  “Your uniform,” he said simply.

  “What?”

  “Well, your other clothes need to be washed, so I thought I would provide you with something suitable to wear,” he explained as though she were a baby girl who needed to hear this several times.

  “No, I am not wearing this.” She held it up and examined the garments more closely. There were knee socks, Mary Jane shoes, and a plaid jumper. With these clothes on, she would have looked like a kindergartner. There was no way she could show up on campus dressed this way.

  “Remember the lesson you learned?”

  Tara bit down, willing herself not to say something she would regret later. “Yes, Sir.” Getting out those two syllables took a lot of effort.

  “Arms up,” he told her.

  Tara swallowed as she tried to think of some way to get out of this situation. When nothing came, she raised her arms over her head as he pulled her shirt off of her. He let her keep her bra on even as he picked up the jumper and started to pull it down over her. The plaid patterned fabric clung to her and was shorter than she expected.

  A horrifying thought occurred to her, “Sir?”

  “What is it, little girl?” He had taken up the socks and started to pull them over her feet, all the way up to her knees. The white material really did make her seem much younger.

  “Can I wear my panties?”

  He seemed to consider her request for several moments. Her heart pounded again as the seconds ticked past and she watched him for some sign of what his answer would be. Her palms started to itch and her stomach twisted. Tara couldn’t remember ever having been quite this nervous.

  “I think you’ll learn your lesson better if you stay diapered for the day.”

  “Please, Sir, you can’t be serious!” she felt her eyes start to water, almost as though she really might cry—just like an upset child. Tara hated herself for getting so emotional, but the idea of going to school dressed like this, and diapered no less, filled her with a special kind of terror.

  James pulled her closer and put his arms around her. Almost immediately, Tara started to calm down. Her heartbeat slowed, her eyes dried, and she settled into his embrace as though she belonged there. He felt so solid, so strong.

  He started to pet the back of her head, running his fingers through the strands of her soft hair and massaging the back of her neck. “Now, I know you don’t want to be diapered, but you’ve misbehaved all semester, and now you have to face the consequences of your actions. Now, as much as I would like to stay here all day and tutor you, we both need to be on campus. Isn’t that right, baby girl?”

  She inhaled and braced herself, “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good. Now get your backpack. You’ll take your classes and meet me back at my office. Understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good girl,” he said and patted her on the head. Despite all of the indignities Tara had already suffered in the last twelve hours, getting a pat on the head like a good kitten still made her flush with annoyance.

  Tara finished getting dressed. She buckled the shoes and tried to pull the hem of her school girl dress down further. When she peeked down at herself, she was relieved to see the skirt covered her diaper pretty completely. Unless she had to bend over, no one should notice. That’s what she hoped anyway.

  After retrieving her stuff from the kitchen, Tara went back to the front door and found James waiting for her. He had his messenger’s bag full of books and student work.

  “You look very pretty, baby girl,” he told her.

  She should have been frustrated again, especially the way he called her a baby, but Tara felt herself smile at his praise. No matter what he did to her, it seemed she wanted his respect. No, she realized, not his respect. She was too young and inexperienced to get any kind of admiration. What she really longed for was her teacher’s approval.

  “Thank you, Sir,” Tara said and followed him outside. She glanced over at her car and wished he would allow her to drive.

  He got to his SUV first and opened a door for her, but it wasn’t to the front seat. She hesitated for a moment, the confusion playing out across her brow. Gingerly, Tara stepped closer and peered inside.

  There was an adult sized car seat. She gulped and didn’t bother to complain, which was good because James watched her as though he were waiting for another excuse to spank her cute little butt.

  “Sir?”

  “You’ve been acting like a baby girl, so that’s how you get treated.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she said with a defeated nod. At least the windows were tinted, she thought as she climbed inside and sat down. The pad crunched beneath her bottom, compounding the sensation of her diaper. Tara swallowed and tried to ignore those impulses running through her skin.

  James wasn’t content to simply have her in the car seat. He pulled the harness down and clicked it into place. The straps came down over her shoulders and locked down between her legs. He continued and slipped her wrists and ankles into another set of restraints. Once tightened, those straps kept her nice and helpless.

  “Now, have you really learned your lesson?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she said, careful to keep her eyes down. A sliver of defiance simmered at the bottom of her stomach, yet she hoped he wouldn’t notice.

  “We’ll see,” he said and pulled something from his pocket. Small and plastic, it wouldn’t have been significant except she wasn’t a real baby.

  Tara hated the idea of sucking on a pacifier. He had let her speak up to now, but he decided to test her a little more. He wanted to be sure she knew how to behave, so Tara parted her mouth and bit down once he put the rubber nipple between her lips. She started to suck the same way a toddler would have.

  “You look so cute,” he said.

  Her teacher hopped back in the car and drove them back to campus. Whenever they passed a car, Tara slunk down as far as she could. In theory, they shouldn’t have been able to see her through the tinted glass, but Tara couldn’t be sure. Whenever they stopped at an intersection, Tara tried to shrink down. She didn’t want anyone to see her.

  At one red light, the SUV came to a stop, and Tara peeked out the window. She saw a little girl in the station wagon beside them. The girl waved, which made Tara’s face turn white. The girl could see her, which meant anyone could see her.

  Something even more demeaning occurred to Tara. The girl could wave. She couldn’t have been older than two or three, and sure, she had been strapped into her car seat too, but she could raise her arms. With a tiny flinch, Tara noticed the girl didn’t have to suck a pacifier either.

  It seemed so unfair, but then the light turned green and the other car disappeared from Tara’s line of sight. She couldn’t see much, not when James had her confined in her spot.

  They eventually made it back to campus. James parked in the faculty lot, gathered up his things, and told Tara to be patient. Once he had all of his things, Professor Emerson opened her door and unstrapped her.

  Tara murmured something through her pacifier. Her attempt at communication made her teacher smile. He tenderly reached over and took back her pacifier.

  “Did you like sucking on your pacifier?”

  “No,” she said.

  “Then you should remember to be good and obey. Isn’t that right?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she told him.

  James cupped her cheeks in his palms, leaned up, and kissed her on the forehead. Tara closed her eyes and imagined his lips on hers. The image made her quiver with a special kind of desire. Despite everything, Tara still wanted him.

  Badly.

  She just couldn’t help herself. Tara still longed to feel him hold her, and the second his hands broke contact, she wanted to groan with frustration. He watched her climb out and shut the door behind her. As she sat up and climbed down, Tara hoped no one got a glance up her skirt. They would see she had on a diaper.

  James wished her a good day and started back toward his department building. Tara could have chased after him, but she remembered she had class. At the same time, the school’s automated bell started to ring on the hour.

  She was late!

  Tara started to run through the campus. She darted between the other students, clutching her backpack strap while simultaneously fighting to keep the hem of her skirt down.

  Breathing hard, with her bangs falling over her eyes, Tara ran into the lecture hall. She slammed the glass door open, dashed down the hall, and grabbed onto the door handle.

  When she went inside, the teacher was already talking. Fortunately, this hall held more than a hundred students, so people coming in late wasn’t too obvious. Unfortunate for Tara though, she scanned the back rows and immediately saw that there weren’t any free seats. She had to go all the way down to the third row.

  When she ran, she had been able to forget about her diaper. Now though, with a hundred eyes on her, Tara started to move again. She hoped and prayed no one could see the flattened outline of her diapered butt against the edge of her dress. She was dressed like a schoolgirl. That would have been enough to draw lots of guys’ eyes to her body.

  Nibbling her lower lip, nervous, Tara made it down to an empty seat and plopped down. She pulled the desk tabletop up and started to get some paper ready for notes.

  As the professor talked and went through one PowerPoint slide after another, Tara tried to pay attention. But as her heart slowed down and she caught her breath, she started to let last night and this morning sink in. She had been diapered. Worse, she wet herself. Tara couldn’t believe it, so she tried to concentrate.

  She mostly failed.

  Tara finished her class but made sure to wait for everyone else to leave first. Then she remembered the next class’s students started to show up early. Those students wanted good seats, way in the back where their teacher wouldn’t notice.

  With a long and slow breath, Tara got up and kept her face down. Each time she heard someone smirk or giggle, she couldn’t help but think it might be because of her. She moved and heard the sound of the plastic diaper. It crinkled and crunched with each step.

  Who noticed? Could anyone tell? Did they know what she wore? If they figured it out, what would they think? Then she remembered how everyone had a camera phone. Anyone could click a picture of her diapered butt, and the image would be out there forever.

  Tara made it out into the hall. Someone bumped into her, so she spun around and opened her mouth. The guy said, “Excuse me.” Then he wandered off, though she couldn’t help but spot the smirk on his face.

  Plenty of guys and girls glanced in her direction. Even if they couldn’t tell she had a diaper on, they must have liked seeing the college girl dressed in her plaid skirt with the white, knee-high socks. She must have looked adorable.

  Tara made her way across campus and to her dorm room. She had a little bit of time, and maybe she could figure out what to do about the diaper. If nothing else, Tara could take it off for a little while. James didn’t need to know she hadn’t worn it all day.

  Inside the dorm hall, Tara rushed back to her room, slipped inside, and shut the door behind her. The second she heard the knob click shut, Tara sighed with relief. She didn’t have another class for about an hour, then after that, she had to go see James again.

  Still, she could do a lot of relaxing in an hour. And if she really enjoyed it, Tara could always hang out here a bit longer. She had done reasonably well in her other classes. A day off wouldn’t kill her, she thought with a grin.

  With thoughts of getting to be a big girl again, for a little while anyway, Tara pulled off her dress and dropped it to the floor. Then she kicked off her leather Mary Jane style shoes and yanked off the socks. Then, all she had to take off was the diaper.

 

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