Teaching Tara (An Age Play Story) (4 page)

“Legs up,” he said a moment later. His voice pulled her back to reality. She did as he said and opened her eyes. She tried to move gingerly, but even the act of lifting her legs made the diaper crunch a bit. She hated the sound so much and tried to block it out, but she couldn’t ignore the weight, the noise, the sensation of having something so thick wrapped around her.

James took her pants and pulled them back up her legs. She had to help a bit, but it didn’t take long before he got them on her. While her dress slacks had been sleek and tight on her before, now they looked a bit silly. Her diaper’s bulge stuck out. The clingy material of her pants pulled tight along her butt with the added quarter inch of her diaper.

Tara opened her mouth to speak, but then she stopped because she realized she didn’t know what to say. For a moment, she wanted to see if she could wear something else, but then she doubted he had much women’s clothing. If she didn’t wear her pants, she probably wouldn’t wear anything.

Besides, it wasn’t like anyone would see her. If she could bury some of the humiliation at being diapered, then this wouldn’t be so bad.

“Will you forget how you’ve misbehaved?” he asked her with the intense and condescending sincerity of a kindergarten teacher.

“No, Sir.”

“That’s a good girl,” James said. Then he patted her on the head, which made her pout, though he didn’t comment on it this time. Instead, he took her by the wrist and led her back to the dining room.

Tara followed him through the house, not sure if she should be grateful or resentful of the slow pace he took. They meandered back down the halls, only each step reminded her of what happened. She couldn’t ignore it. The sensations of her diaper didn’t go away. At first, she tried to keep her legs from coming all the way together, which forced her to waddle a bit like a toddler. When that didn’t work, she tried to walk normally, only those motions intensified the bulk. It seemed no matter what she tried, she couldn’t ignore the truth. She wore a diaper because her teacher wanted to discipline her.

That last thought should have frustrated her, and it did, but it led to another feeling, one she couldn’t quite name or explain.

Back at the kitchen table, James instructed her to sit down. From there, he began to quiz her about what she had read, what she remembered, and she wanted to review. The sudden shift from disciplinarian back to teacher jarred her a bit. If she hadn’t been diapered, she might have really been able to forget all about the nursery and the spanking.

They studied for a long time. Tara actually lost track of time. It definitely started to feel late, but with James right there—and the threat of another spanking—Tara didn’t get at all distracted. She paid attention. She focused. She learned the material.

Once she started to blink against the fatigue, he smiled back at her. “You’re going to have to get used to some long nights if you want to catch up. This is only the first month of material.”

Tara didn’t complain, “Yes, Sir.”

James’ expression softened, “Would you like something to drink?”

“Yes, Sir!” She hadn’t realized how thirsty or tired she had become. All at once, nothing sounded as good as a drink of water or soda. As it turned out, he offered her tea, but she didn’t mind. He got up and started to work on it.

“How does it feel?”

“Sir?” she asked, hoping she didn’t already know what he meant.

As he got the water heated, James turned back to her, one corner of his mouth raised with a smirk, “Your diaper, of course. It must feel very strange.”

A flare of defiance rattled through her, but she forced it back down again. No matter how odd his tactics were, Tara had to admit that she learned a lot tonight. They weren’t done, not even for the night, but she had covered some ground.

He came back with her cup. It wasn’t terribly hot, so she took a couple sips right away. James sat back down and continued to discuss various points from the assigned essays. They talked about how the media influenced people’s ideas of normal and what it meant if different audiences went to different websites, TV shows, or movies for their entertainment.

Without meaning too, Tara emptied her teacup in just a few minutes. James brought her some more, and she drank that one too. She declined a third cup, but it would take a bit more time for her mistake to really become obvious.

After their discussions, James gave her a free-writing assignment. Essentially, she had to write about the media’s impact on politics. This wouldn’t be a formal essay. Instead, the brainstorming exercise had to go on for half an hour. She had to start writing and couldn’t stop for anything.

At first, she didn’t have a problem. She got through about half a page and kept writing even as she realized she had to go to the bathroom. The pressure in her bladder started to call for her attention, and once she realized she had to pee, she also realized how badly she needed to do it.

Even as her pencil continued to scratch its way across the page, Tara peeked up at Professor Emerson. He was reading but glanced up and grimaced at her. She quickly put her attention back on the page. He wasn’t going to let her stop.

Okay, she told herself, she could do this. She just had to focus. Concentrating on her writing and the relationships gave her another two minutes, but then she started to wiggle in her seat.

She couldn’t remember ever needing to pee this badly. The pressure kept building. It was like the more she tried to ignore it, the more intense it became. Soon, she was almost panting with the effort of keeping herself from wetting right there.

Wetting, no she thought to herself, she could not and would not allow that to happen. The diaper was a symbol, a punishment and a reminder. She wouldn’t actually use it. C’mon, she told herself, that was silly.

Nervous and quiet, she kept writing but lifted her head again and asked, “Professor Emerson?”

“Keep writing.” His tone brooked no discussion and absolutely no argument.

Tara stared down at the page and concentrated on nothing but the motion of her pen and the ideas flowing through her head. This strategy worked for a little while, but then her bladder called out to her again and made it very clear she had to go. She peeked back up at her teacher. He caught the motion, glanced up, and shook his head. No, she was going to do this. She would complete her assignment.

Tara kept writing and writing. Then she started glancing up at the clock, but it felt as though time slowed down. She started to breathe through her nostrils, careful to keep her muscles clamped tight. It didn’t help though. She couldn’t think about anything but the relief she would get.

Twenty minutes left.

Tara kept writing. She wrote and wrote and watched the words spread across her page. She focused on them and the movements of her pen. It didn’t help though. She wouldn’t be able to hold it much longer.

Ten minutes.

She worked harder. She felt herself start to give then redoubled her efforts. James glanced over at her from time to time and watched her face screw tighter with concentration. She put a lot of effort into controlling herself, though he doubted it would matter. A girl like her doubted real discipline. Under his guidance, that wouldn’t be the case for much longer.

Five minutes.

Tara couldn’t hold it anymore. She knew this, but she wouldn’t give up her chance at her grade. So as much as she hated herself for it, she relaxed a tiny bit. Maybe if she did so only a little, she would relieve some of the pressure. It wasn’t like James had to know.

At first, her body didn’t respond. After years of keeping strict control of how she peed, Tara couldn’t do it for several seconds. But then the desire became too much and she felt a slow stream begin. Tara immediately felt relief. This felt incredible while she continued to write.

It only took her a second to realize her mistake. Tara tried to stop the flow, but she couldn’t. All at once, she couldn’t make her body stop. On and on, the stream continued and filled her diaper. Her face flooded red even as the heat gathered into the cotton. The material sucked up the hot liquid between her legs while the prickly sense of humiliation flooded through her.

Tara couldn’t yet smell anything, but she had no doubt it would only be a few minutes, probably less, before he did. She closed her eyes and tried to relax, to take off some of the pressure, but it didn’t matter. Little by little, she wet herself and filled her diaper.

“Please, Sir. It’s really important.” Only then did the stream stop after she completely emptied her bladder. Tara couldn’t believe it. She really had wet herself like a baby girl! She kept thinking it might have been some delusion or hallucination, but each time she moved or shifted her weight—even a little—she felt the squelch right there between her legs.

“What?” Her voice quivered a bit. She didn’t want him to know what happened and would have given anything to keep it from him. If in only he would let her leave the room, even for just a few minutes, she might have a chance. She didn’t really need to wear panties. Or she could go back to the nursery and get a fresh diaper. She could put it on herself. It wasn’t like she really needed his help.

“Stand up,” he said again.

Tara hated herself for it, but since she saw no other choice, she did as he asked. She got to her knees and felt the soaked padding squelch again. She grimaced at the sensation and tried to block it out but the wet heat couldn’t be ignored.

“What happened?” James asked as he stepped closer.

“Nothing,” she lied.

He obviously didn’t believe her even as he started to inspect her. Then without warning, he reached down and held his hand against her butt and squeezed. She let out a little yelp.

“Your butt is hot. Did you wet yourself?”

Tara lowered her eyes and let out a tiny squeak, “Yes, Sir.” She heard him chuckle as though he couldn’t quite believe it.

“Well, I guess it’s a good thing I put the diaper on you. Otherwise you might have made a really bad mess. And I would have made you clean it up.”

“Yes, Sir.” She had wet her diaper and now stood before her teacher. Her face burned with shame, but she didn’t know what to do or say other than try to hide her features behind the curtain of her hair.

James examined this pretty girl in her wet diaper. Part of him wanted to tease her, yet he decided that would be too cruel, so instead he quietly took her hand again and led her back to the nursery. He had slipped something to help facilitate her transition into Tara’s drink, but he had no idea it would work so quickly. Perhaps his pupil already had some infantile tendencies.

He took her back to the nursery, lifted her up onto the changing table, and told her to spread her legs. Silent now, she complied like a good little girl. He unbuckled her pants, pulled them off, and shook his head.

“It seems you made quite a mess. Your diaper couldn’t hold it all.” He tugged off her slacks and held them up for her to see. Tara didn’t want to look but couldn’t quite help herself either. She saw the dark patches of wet and wished she could have controlled herself. “We might have to keep you in diapers for some time.”

“What?” she snapped back to reality when she heard those words.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said, which made Tara think her teacher must have been kidding. She only wet herself because she had been so focused on the writing exercise. He had to see that, right?

He tossed her pants back into the corner with her now discarded panties. In just her top and panties now, Tara shut her eyes as a fresh surge of embarrassment simmered across her cheeks.

“I’m really going to have to change you, aren’t I?”

Now she opened her eyes, “What? No, Sir, please, I can do it myself!” she didn’t dare sit up, but she instinctively brought her feet together. That caused the diaper to squish unpleasantly, another reminder of what she had done.

“You think so?” He sounded skeptical.

“Yes! Please, Sir, I’ll be good. I’ll get clean and everything and I’ll be the perfect student. Please, you’ve taught me all the lessons I need.” Her voice quivered with fear as she studied his expression, hoping he might be nice to her this once.

Tara’s heart started to sink when he grinned at her. “No, if you’re going to act like a baby girl, then I’m going to treat you like one.”

“Yes, Sir.” Tara rested her head back against the changing table’s thick pad. He nudged her heel, so she raised her legs into the air before he could give her the orders. Somehow, preempting made Tara feel slightly more in control of the situation.

James shook his head down at her as he pulled off the taped tabs. They came away with light tugs. Then he pulled the front of the diaper down and slipped the back out. The scent of urine filled the room, but he didn’t seem to mind. Tara, on the other hand, tried to block it out. She had wet herself like a baby girl. And why? Because she couldn’t control herself for half an hour?

He could tell someone. The thought filled her with a different kind of dread. Plus she didn’t know how this would affect her grade. He might have resented her for needing this kind of care. Nothing on his face said he minded, but Tara couldn’t really believe any of this had actually happened.