Teaching Tara (An Age Play Story) (5 page)

“Well, as long as I think you need it,” he said. Only, her lower lip started to shake and she felt as though she might cry. Before her eyes could water and gush, his tone shifted to something gentler, more comforting, and nearly paternal. He reached over and ran his hand along the side of her head, petting her in a way which should have been humiliating but reassured her instead.

“Tara,” James said, “I want to see you succeed. So for now, you’re going to stay in your diapers until you convince me you can be a big girl. But don’t worry because you’re a very pretty baby. In fact, I think you might deserve a treat if you can go through a changing without putting up a fuss.”

“Yes, Sir.” She didn’t know what he meant but didn’t question her teacher.

“Would you like your treat?”

Tara met his gaze this time. Something about the way he watched her sent a shiver of desire through her body. She ignored it at first, thinking she hadn’t read his body language right. It had to be a part of her crush again.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Well, then you’ll have to behave. Oh, and there’ll be a quiz.”

James reached under the changing table and pulled out a bottle of powder and a small, plastic box of wipes. First he took out a wipe. The clean scent filled her nostrils and sent a sense of relaxed ease through her. She should have associated that scent with clean babies, but right then it seemed to match her mood perfectly.

He judiciously cleaned her off, wiping away every drop of urine. Tara tried not to think about how her teacher had to clean her off, but the cool sensations relaxed her further. Once he was satisfied that her genitals had been sufficiently cleaned, he threw the wipe aside and sprinkled a liberal amount of powder along her naughty bits.

Tara hesitated for a moment. If she didn’t say it, then he could fail her right there. Besides, she had already given so much. She had allowed him to spank her, to diaper her. If she got stubborn now, it would have all been for nothing.

So she did it. She opened her mouth, filled her lungs, and said, “Yes, Sir. I wet myself.” She didn’t want to continue, but if she didn’t tell the truth, then he might question her. He might make her answer even more questions, so she said everything before he could ask, “I wet myself like a baby girl because I couldn’t control myself.”

Then James didn’t ask a question. Instead, he gave her an order, the kind which made her want to flinch. “Ask for a fresh diaper.”

“Please, Sir, may I have a fresh diaper?”

“Good girl!” he said, sounding very much like a kindergarten teacher again. She thought of her crush on this man, but despite the shame burning through her skin, she wondered what the treat would be.

“You thanked me for diapering you,” he said with a shake of his head, almost as though he were amused by her willingness to give in. She wanted to protest because it seemed so unfair for him to tease her about being good. “You’ve been wandering around and pretending to be an adult. But you’re not really an adult, are you?”

“No, Sir. I’m a baby girl.”

“Yes, you are,” he said and patted her on the head.

Her teacher leaned over and touched his fingers to her pelvis. His fingertips warmed her skin and made her shiver again. She fantasized about his touch working a bit lower, just a tiny, tiny bit. Then his fingers would graze her lips and she could feel herself get wet at the thought. Her breathing started to speed along with the beat of her heart.

James pulled out a fresh diaper, unfolded it, and made her lift her legs again. He unfolded the infantile garment and slipped it beneath her bottom. Tara grimaced at the sensation once again. He had her back in diapers. She couldn’t imagine what might be more shameful. She was an adult. She was a college student, someone who should have been studying some of the most important questions under the sun, and yet her teacher didn’t believe she could handle it. Panting with frustration, she searched for some way to get him to stop, but then he pulled the fresh diaper into place, attached the tape, and left her there.

“You’ve been very good, so I’m going to play with you. Would you like that?”

His hand moved down another half inch. The heat of his hand simmered through her flesh and ignited a fresh desire. She wanted him to touch her. She wanted him to touch her so badly as her lips parted and she whispered, “Yes, Sir! Yes, please, Sir!”

“Good girl,” he told her and worked his hand down into her diaper.

Her breathing turned ragged as she took in the frenzied little chugs of air. She couldn’t believe it as arousal flooded through her. Despite the diaper, despite laying there on a changing table in a nursery, Tara’s body answered his touch. Her mouth opened as her heartbeat sped even further. She felt like a hummingbird as her blood pressure raced.

His fingers reached her lips. She was wet already and he pressed his finger against her vagina. Her lips parted for him and he touched his finger against her clit. Tara grinned and started to moan. At the same time, she started to wiggle.

He started to work her up with slow strokes. He pressed in deeper, down past the food to the core of her being. Heat and pleasure mixed together in her chest, swirling together into a molten core of hot joy. Tara wanted to say something, to thank him, but he continued to play with her. Tara couldn’t make herself work. She couldn’t make herself think.

Second by second, she got closer and closer to coming. She had touched herself before, but he played with her buttons as though she were a musical instrument, one he had mastered long ago.

She got closer, closer, closer.

Then, right before her vision could blur under the avalanched ecstasy of orgasm, James pulled his hand free and patted her diaper. A groan burst from her throat. It sounded primal and nearly feral.

“Are you a good baby?”

“Uh uh! Yes, Sir! I’m a good baby.”

“Who do you belong to?” He sounded so calm, so in control of himself while Tara’s pulse boomed in her ears. She couldn’t think straight. Only animal hunger ran through her blood now.

She should have taken some time to answer, but she didn’t. She gave him the answer he wanted. Tara didn’t even think of how absurd it sounded, “I belong to you. I’m yours! I’m yours!”

“Good girl,” he said and slipped his hand back down her diaper. He started to touch her again, slipping his finger along her slit, then down to her clit.

Tara gasped. She couldn’t help it. Her body responded instantly with another push of desire. This time he didn’t stop though. He teased her clit for three, four, five seconds.

Her eyes crossed when the orgasm pumped through her like a blossom. The tsunami of pleasure exploded through her body. Tara felt it carry her away even as she clenched her eyes shut. Bright colors lit up behind her eyelids.

Tara fell back down and felt her body go limp.

It was as though the whole of Tara’s body had turned to jelly. She rolled onto her side and tried to gather her thoughts. It didn’t work. With each second, her heartbeat slowed little by little until she relaxed into a delighted and satisfied puddle.

Her thoughts drifted. Despite her first expectations, Tara didn’t wake up all the way because James reached over and started to stroke the back of her neck. She struggled to get up, but his delicious touch made Tara settle back down.

Before she knew it, she fell asleep.

Professor James Emerson gazed down at his student turned baby girl for several minutes. He petted her and watched her breathing turn even.

He had enjoyed touching her and wondered how long before he had her completely trained and compliant. So far, Tara had really put up very little resistance. He wondered how much more she could take before he had to enforce the final clauses from the contract she signed.

Not long, he supposed. Then again, that’s why he also had the restraints. Tara probably hadn’t noticed it, but the changing table did have fabric straps. If he wanted her bound and helpless, it wouldn’t take much.

He shook his head, happy that this was working out so very well. He did have some more work. A fresh diaper was only the start. He got out a diaper cover for her, buttoned her top and removed it, and grabbed a pacifier for her. After a few minutes, he picked her up and carried Tara back across the room. He deposited his student in the crib.

Tara probably hadn’t noticed, but it had a locking top. Once had set her down, James pulled the blanket over her. Right then, she only had her diaper on, so he took a moment to admire her breasts. Although she acted like a baby, she still had a gorgeous body.

For now though, he had more work to do, so he lowered the crib gate and locked it in place. Remembering the last part, James slipped the pacifier into her mouth and watched as her instincts kicked in. She started to suck on the dummy teat and rolled over, crunching the diaper between her legs.

Tara really did look and act like a toddler. It was so incredible and so much fun to see this college girl reduced to this childlike state. He had definitely chosen the perfect girl for this. Satisfied with her progress, James headed back to his room and got ready for bed.

For her part, Tara slept. She slept very deeply and dreamed of her teacher. They weren’t the usual dreams of a schoolgirl with a crush though. As her body recharged after an exhausting day, Tara slipped into fantasies where he loved and cared for her. He imagined his arms around her as they watched movies and relaxed together. And he took care of her and fed her. He really fed her, giving her a baby bottle. Lost in the dark of dreams, Tara gave over and sucked and sucked and she knew James cared about her. He made her feel small and loved and cherished and oh so vulnerable in the best possible way. That’s why he took such good care of his baby girl.

When the tendrils of wakefulness started to creep back into her body, Tara realized she was sucking on something. The rubber nipple didn’t serve as the end of a baby bottle though.

“Oh my god,” she whispered to herself, suddenly very much alert when she remembered everything that happened the day before. Something fell from her mouth, but she didn’t check. She suspected it was a pacifier, but Tara didn’t want to know for sure.

As last night transpired, she had gone along with her teacher. She didn’t have a choice, after all, but now, alone, her eyes shot open.

He had spanked her! Worse, he diapered her!

Tara’s face flushed red with a mix of frustration and embarrassment. She couldn’t believe it happened. He was a college professor. This shouldn’t have been real. And for a fleeting second, Tara tried to tell herself it was all a dream.

But then she inhaled deeply and took in the scent of baby powder, wipes, and the clean scent of a nursery. Those same traces had tickled her nose the first time she stepped into the nursery where he first diapered and then changed her. Tara kept thinking it was some remnant of a dream.

Then she opened her eyes.

A thick blanket of darkness cloaked the room. The only illumination came from a nightlight set off against the far wall. Its glow cast everything in heavy shadow, but Tara could see well enough to realize the truth.

It all happened. He had diapered her. He had spanked her. She really did sign the contract, and she had to be his baby girl in whatever way he chose until the end of the semester. If she did well, then she could pass her English class. Otherwise, she would be kicked out of college.

Somehow the thought of expulsion didn’t seem quite so bad when she realized something. He had changed her last night. He had put her in a fresh diaper. Did that mean…?

Closing her eyes again, Tara stretched her hand down to between her legs. Right then, she didn’t feel anything particularly unusual, only she hadn’t yet moved. There wouldn’t be the crinkle or crunch of a diaper. Her fingers got to her butt, only she didn’t find the sleek cover of her pants or even the soft silk of her panties. No, Tara felt something else entirely.

Plastic. Thick plastic covered her bottom. When she gave a little press, she felt the heavy padding of absorbent cotton. Tara clenched her eyes shut, rolled onto her back and checked the front of her body. She slipped her hand between her legs and confirmed it.

He had diapered her again. After she wet last night, Tara had been forced into a fresh diaper—and then he played with her. First, he gave her that quiz where she asked for a change. Then he touched her. This time a different sort of blush colored her cheeks all the way to the tip of her nose. Tara’s breathing sped for a moment as she panted through the memory of his fingertips against her most sensitive parts.

“Damn it,” she said.

She still couldn’t believe she had wet her diaper like a baby. It had happened so fast, but she just couldn’t stop it. Fighting back another burst of shame, Tara swallowed and tried to figure out where she was. She had class after all. If nothing else, she had to figure out what time it was.

Tara sat up and felt the diaper crunch again. She heard the rustle of plastic and glanced down to see the pacifier he had slipped into her mouth as she slept. Knowing he had put a pacifier between her lips was difficult to accept. The part Tara really wanted to ignore was that she had suckled it all night.

She was in a crib. Tara realized the bars surrounded her on all four sides, though the crib had been placed in the corner, so walls hugged two sides as well. Tara peeked over her head and felt her stomach tighten.