Teaching Tara (An Age Play Story) (10 page)

The urge to grimace or shake her head pumped through every inch of Tara’s body, but she fought back those instincts. Instead, she nodded like a good student. Right then, she belonged to him and had to play along or risked serious discipline. He had just changed her where anyone might see. Tara shuddered as she considered what other actions he might take.

The drive back to his place seemed to go a bit faster. At least she had on a clean diaper, she reflected, and immediately regretted the thought. Being diapered should never feel good, and yet some small sliver of her enjoyed the warmth and protection it provided.

Pushing those thoughts aside, she tested her restraints. Of course, they didn’t let her go, but they gave her something else to focus on.

When they got back to her teacher’s house, he released her and walked her back into the house. She stepped back into his entryway and bowed her head. With the pacifier still bobbing up and down against her lips, Tara couldn’t speak, so she glanced at him, waiting for instructions.

Tara really didn’t. After the stress of two classes and fighting to hard to keep from wetting—only to fail, the idea of studying sentence structure or thesis statements made Tara’s stomach tighten up. So slowly, she shook her head, hoping he didn’t have something worse planned.

He did.

“Good girl. Then let’s play some games.”

Tara let out a little squeak, nervous about what he might mean, but by then it was too late since he took her hand and led her back through his house, back to the nursery. Her heart sped when she saw the door. That’s where he diapered her. That’s where he diapered her.

Back in the nursery, he walked her to the middle of the room, placed his hands on her shoulders, and gently pushed her down. Tara got down onto her knees. He told her to remove her shoes, so she did. Then he reached down and pulled off her jumper. It took a bit of wiggling, but she was soon bare from the waist up except for her bra, only James didn’t allow her that symbol of adulthood for much longer. He unhooked it and tossed it into the hamper as well. So she sat there, in nothing but her diaper and socks.

James went back to the toy box set off to the side. She hadn’t really noticed it before. The big wooden box could have held anything, only she doubted she would like it, whatever it happened to contain.

“Do you want to play pretend?”

Tara swallowed, not sure how she should answer. But she must have hesitated too long because he walked back from the box. He had one arm behind his back, hiding whatever he retrieved, but since she didn’t answer, he leaned down and gave her a little swat to her diapered butt. She hopped at the sensation, remembering how much more intense he could make it when he chose.

She nodded quickly, aggravated by how little her answer really mattered.

“See, you like being a baby girl. Don’t you?”

Tara paused for only a heartbeat before nodding. She told herself she did it to avoid another swat, and yet some part of her enjoyed the feeling of dependence. She didn’t know why and refused to explore it any further than she absolutely had to.

Fortunately for her, she had a teacher who knew how to teacher the meaning of infantile submission.

“We’re going to play pretend,” he got down to one knee so he could look her in the eyes, though Tara still felt small, even when they were on the same level. “Pretend is a good game for baby girls because it can teach you new skills, and I think you’re having a hard time with your new life.”

James nodded his head to side, and even if he looked sexy with his arrogant grin, anger started to rush through Tara’s skin. She couldn’t help it. She had put up with so much, and sure, some of it felt really nice, but he couldn’t just take her or make her into his baby girl. Could he?

No! She answered at once and stood up. She reached down for her diaper and tried to tear it off, saying, “No, no way. I am not going to keep doing this.”

“Don’t misbehave or you will definitely fail my class.”

“I don’t care.”

Since his first threat didn’t work, James decided she needed to be reminded of her situation. He grabbed her wrists and pulled her close. Tara tried to yank herself free, but she wasn’t nearly as strong, and for a moment, she really did feel like some child throwing a tantrum.

“Remember that contract you signed?”

“I don’t care! You can’t do this!”

“Actually, I can. You agreed to do whatever I said. Hell, you even signed over power of attorney. As far as the law is concerned, you’re in my custody now.”

“What? No, no, it’s not possible,” she said, striving to remain convinced of her own independence, and yet she remembered what Jessie said. Her roommate’s words struck her again, how the pre-law major said she would have to do whatever he said for as long as he said.

“It is. You should have read the document a bit more closely, but then you were so, so desperate to pass my class. Well, don’t worry, I can make some calls. Maybe we can keep you in for another semester, but of course, you’ll need to work very hard to prove to me you deserve it.”

“No, I don’t care anymore. They can kick me out.”

“Nope, I’m not going got let you drop out.”

“You can’t do this!” she called out, trying to break his grip on her, but again, he held her. He didn’t even hold her that hard even as she tried to wiggle away or break his hold on her.

He pulled her close and embraced her, locking her arms at her side as he pulled her into a bear hug. At the same time, he cooed down to her, “You’re going to like being a baby girl. And hey, if you can prove to me you’ve grown up, I’ll let you come back to class. Maybe you’ll start out as my assistant, you know a little mascot. You’ll be dressed so cute in your diapers and frilly dresses. And I’m sure some of my female students would be willing to babysit you if you get fussy.”

Tara couldn’t believe it. But when she pulled back just enough to peer up at her teacher’s face, she saw he meant it. The thought of those indignities made it impossible to think. Tara simply couldn’t comprehend how it would feel to have all of those eyes on her.

“Now, you’ve dropped your pacifier. Pick it up and suck on it like a good girl.”

Tara gulped and defied him. If she didn’t do it then, she didn’t know if she would have the strength to try again later. “No. I won’t do it.”

“I understand,” he told her and hefted her back to her feet. Before she knew it, he had forced her down against the changing table.

James bent her over and paused. He wanted her situation to sink in a bit. “You’re being a very bad girl, so you’re going to get spanked. Understand?” When she didn’t respond, he chuckled a bit. She was very cute, but he was going to enjoy training her, especially now that she had decided to be defiant. He doubted it would take more than a couple hours to teach her where she belonged.

His hand came down with a sharp clap against the back of her thigh. He had swatted her diaper to get her attention, but that kind of treatment only got her attention. These smacks were going to make her skin red enough to match her cheeks.

“When you’re ready to continue our training tonight, you’ll beg for your pacifier. And then I’ll allow you to crawl over and to take it in your mouth, but as you do, you won’t use your hands. I don’t think a baby girl like you has that sort of dexterity.”

Tara’s nostrils flared at the idea, and she doubled resolve. She had to be determined and strong. And yet, a small voice niggled at the back of her thoughts. If he had her there legally and could restrain her, wouldn’t it just be a matter of time before she had to give in?

After all, he could spank her a lot longer than she could be spanked.

Defying even those notions of common sense, Tara gripped the changing table’s pads and waited for the next round of spanking. She didn’t have to wait long. His hand crashed down on the curve of her thigh again. She flinched with each strike as the pain built up. Struggling to hold onto whatever self-respect she had left, Tara bit down to keep from crying out.

Then, all at once, it stopped. He reached over and petted her. “Do you have something to say, baby girl?” He pulled her around to face him. He was close and seemed even more powerful. The intimidation he could bring as her professor increased a hundredfold.

Tara had to swallow again. Her mouth had gone dry as though her last bits of dignity made this the most difficult part, but she managed to speak, “Yes, Sir.”

“And what would you like to say?”

He wanted her to beg for her pacifier. She knew it and was horrified to feel the words bubble up to the center of her consciousness. She could do it, and it would be too easy. Even now, her lower lip shook a tiny bit as she confronted this man—this big and powerful man, this man who seemed to control her with so little effort. Tara didn’t want to be a baby girl, but maybe her desires didn’t matter.

She moistened her lips but couldn’t wait any longer. If she hesitated further, then she would be spanked again. “Please, Sir, please let me have my pacifier! Please, I’ll be a good baby, and I’m sorry I misbehaved, but I’ll be good now.”

“Who do you belong to?”

She couldn’t believe he had been so blunt, but maybe he wanted her to admit the truth. Tara bowed her head, “I belong to you, Sir.”

James Emerson stepped closer and touched his hands to her biceps. “You’re a good little girl, and you know, I think you’re mistaken.”

“Sir?”

“There will be times when you feel defiant or misbehave, but don’t worry, I’ll be there to discipline you. Extensively. You’ll be spanked and humiliated whenever you defy me. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” she said as scary images flashed through her head. She imagined him treating her like a baby for a long, long time. Yet at the same time, Tara remembered how good he could make her feel. And when she looked back up at her teacher—her owner—Tara felt a twinge of desire.

What if she gave in? That question lingered longer than she expected simply because she could imagine him feeding her and taking care of her, and some small part of her really liked it. Also, she had no doubt those feelings would grow if she remained in his care.

“Now do what I told you?”

Somewhere deep down, Tara had hoped he had forgotten about his earlier instructions, but she wasn’t so lucky. She inhaled and got down on her knees. Her skin ran hot with red blush as she took her first, tentative steps like this. She found the pacifier, cursing the universe for letting it bounce so far.

She crawled too it and flinched when James gave her butt a little swat. The diaper absorbed most of the impact, but getting teased at all made her want to growl. Tara leaned down and mouthed at the rubber nipple. She got it in her mouth, bit down, and started sucking.

As much as she hated to admit it, even to herself, having it back in her mouth helped her relax a tiny bit.

“Such a good girl,” he said and kneeled in front of her. “Now, would you like a treat for being such a good girl?”

Tara nodded enthusiastically, having forgotten all thoughts of rebellion. She didn’t want to misbehave, not if he would give her a treat. Her heart sped at the thought of how it felt.

“Would you like me to take off your diaper and let you pretend you’re a little girl?”

Tara’s mouth opened to answer, but the pacifier almost fell from her mouth, so she had to bite down again. The rush of fear of losing her binky surprised her way more than she liked, but then it didn’t matter because her former teacher—now her owner—gave her a grin, took her hand, and helped her to stand.

“Get on your changing table.”

Faster than should have been decent, Tara hopped back onto the pad. The crush of her diaper didn’t even bother her. James quickly got off her diaper. It only took a few seconds before he had her completely naked.

“Oh, it looks like you’re already pretty wet,” he said. “It’s a good thing you usually have to wear diapers, isn’t it?”

Professor Emerson’s baby girl gave another quick nod. Some small ember of resistance flared up each time he taunted her, but the heat of her imagined retorts cooled each time. And if she were truly honest with herself, she loved the attention her babysitter gave her.

Now, naked and aroused, Tara felt like being a big girl was pretend. She glanced down and saw her diaper and wondered how long he would make her wear one. At once, the answer became obvious: forever. He belonged to her now. She signed the contract, but even without that piece of paper, she knew she belonged to him. He had her trained.

Tara mumbled something. The words didn’t sound intelligible to her ears, yet James had no trouble understanding her. But he shook his head and said, “No. You’re going to suck on your pacifier when I play with you. Understand?”

She hissed with frustration but nodded anyway. She wanted to tell him they couldn’t really pretend she was a big girl if he insisted making her suck the pacifier. Such complaints were beyond her though.

James nudged her down onto her back. He reached for her hand, took her wrist and slipped it through one of the nylon straps based at the side of the changing table. “Even if we pretend you’re a big girl, I want to make sure you don’t fall. Understand? This is for your own safety.”

She nodded, reluctant and powerless to stop him. He secured her hands but left her feet. Once he had her bound, James climbed onto the changing table. He lowered himself down onto her and surprised her with a kiss.