Teaching Tara (An Age Play Story) (8 page)

“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?”

“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.

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.

Tara looped her fingers into the waistband and tugged without looking down. She didn’t want to even see the symbol of infantile humiliation. She wanted to be an adult and toss the diaper into the corner and ignore it. But when she tried to pull the diaper down, she felt the cover.

The cover…the locking plastic panties he had forced her to wear. Tara swallowed and tried to wiggle or shimmy out. If she stayed calm, then she figured she could get out. But as hard as she tried, it didn’t matter. The locking waistband remained tight and wouldn’t yield.

She didn’t have on a top or bottom. Instead, she stood in the middle of her dorm room, naked except for her diaper.

Finally, frustration took over, so she threw herself against the bed. “Damn it,” she growled to no one in particular. Through her first class, Tara had assumed she would be able to get it off. But now, locked into this thing, the frustration boiled back up and made it hard to think.

She could try to enjoy herself? Tara didn’t know how, not when she felt like a baby girl. The thought dragged something else out. If she were really honest with herself, she didn’t like being alone. She wanted to see her teacher again. Even if she felt frustrated and humiliated with him, some part of her enjoyed…

Enjoyed what? Tara paused for a moment, rolled onto her back and stared up at her dorm room ceiling. She reached down and touched the plastic panties. She felt so silly, dressed like this. At the same time, some part of it almost felt right.

She thought about it for a long time and wondered how bad this really was. After a while though, she just started thinking of her teacher. He was so smart and so hot and she wanted to please him, no matter what it took. So she spent a lot of time bouncing between frustration and desire, not sure what she should feel about the man who humiliated, the same one who also took care of her and gave Tara this second chance.

She curled up and tried to figure out exactly what she wanted. She rested and waited for some solution to pop into her head for a good forty-five minutes before she perked back up. She had to go out there again.

Right as she sat up, the door opened and Jessie strolled in. She was saying something, but her voice cut out the second she spotted Tara. Tara had snatched up her blankets and covered her chest, but that left her diaper obvious and exposed. After all, the plastic cover didn’t really hide anything, and even if it did, the plastic ruffles around her waist stuck out, obvious and easy to see.

Jessie blinked a couple times, but other than that, they both remained frozen. Tara struggled to think of something to do or say. She couldn’t just act normal, could she? But before any decision solidified in her brain, her friend reacted first.

“Tara, what are you wearing?”

She swallowed, wishing she could lie, but nothing believable came to mind. If anything, Tara’s lack of an answer made it obvious.

Jessie closed the door behind her and took a couple steps across the room. Through each second, Tara felt a little more color leave her cheeks. No one was supposed to see her like this!

“Are you wearing a diaper?” The last word sounded awkward, as though Jessie couldn’t quite make her mouth form the right words.

“My teacher made me.”

“Really?” Jessie sat down on Tara’s bed with her. She kept her knees beneath her which gave her a few inches over Tara. “Why’s that?”

“What?” Tara asked, not sure how defensive she could feel with her friend there. Jessie had always been nice. They had been roommates for a couple months, after all. They had both seen one another embarrassed, though Tara had to admit this was the worst.

“Maybe he’s right?”

“You can’t be serious!” Tara would have jumped up and almost did, but she managed to stop herself because she didn’t want to give Jessie a better view of what had happened to her.