Teaching Tara (An Age Play Story) (9 page)

“No, seriously, sometimes you act kind of immature. Maybe this will teach you a lesson.”

“You’re kidding.” This time Tara really did jump up. She didn’t care how Jessie could see her diaper full on now. She must have looked absurd, but she had to get dressed again. She had class, then she had to meet James for more tutoring.

Tara grabbed up her discarded uniform. She pulled on her socks first, then her dress. For the most part, Jessie had remained quiet while Tara slipped into the sort of uniform a preschooler might have worn, but then she giggled, “Look, I’m sorry I hurt your feelings, but there’s something I have to know.”

Jessie bit down on her fingers like she really, really wanted to stifle some laughter but just couldn’t make her body keep from chortling. “He did! Oh my God, you actually used a diaper! Did you pee yourself?” Jessie usually stayed calm and collected, the way a lawyer would, but right then she couldn’t stop laughing.

Tara glared back at her friend and wished she could do something to get her to stop laughing. Jessie kept at it, especially now that Tara had on her uniform.

“Yeah, but going this far? C’mon. This is just insane.” Maybe Jessie recognized the expression of disappointed hurt on Tara’s features because the other girl finally started to settle down. “Look, I’m sorry I laughed.”

“No you’re not.”

“Okay, so maybe I’m not.” Jessie shook her head once, clearly still amused at Tara’s predicament. “Well, you could always ask him let you wear ‘big girl’ clothes.” Jessie even flashed the air quotes.

“I already tried.” Tara went back to her bed and fell down into the sheets.

Jessie giggled again, probably because she just got another good look at the diaper Tara had been forced to wear. “Well, if you ever need a babysitter, I’d be happy to look after you.”

Tara’s breath started coming in big, slow, and angry puffs. She wished her friend could see how humiliating this was. Or maybe Jessie really did, which made Tara wonder how much she could trust her roommate. Girls could be backstabbers without too much trouble.

“Please don’t tell anyone.”

“I don’t know…” Jessie said and flashed another grin. “This could make you pretty popular. I’m sure the hot guy in your Geography class would like to change you.” She raised her eyebrows lasciviously.

“Please, be serious.”

Jessie steeled her features and reached out for her friend, placing on hand on Tara’s shoulder, “Okay. I’ll be serious. You look seriously cute and I would be happy to be your babysitter.” Then she broke out laughing again.

With her face bright red, Tara snatched up her backpack and rushed from the room. She kept hearing the crinkle of her diaper, now louder than ever. Some part of her wished the stupid thing would find the right spot, so maybe no one else would hear it. Or maybe they didn’t, but she didn’t dare ask or stop to see what kinds of sound she actually made.

Her face still flushed, Tara made it to her next class. She was barely on time for this one, so she didn’t need to worry about finding a decent spot. She crept toward the back of the room.

Tara brought out her binder and pen and started taking notes. The professor was a young woman with dark hair and the kind of body which ensured her male pupils paid attention at all times. As her professor started the lecture, Tara tried to focus and almost forgot about the diaper.

But a little more than a quarter of the way through the class period, Tara felt a twinge in her torso. The lower portion. The part which went tight when she needed to relieve herself.

Swallowing, Tara concentrated and forced herself to ignore the feeling. Her teacher talked some more, so Tara scribbled some more notes. She started to write faster and worked on listening harder. She started to nibble on her lower lip and peek up at the clock.

Checking every minute or two just made time crawl by. But little by little, she felt the twinge in her bladder work its way up to a constant complaint. No, no, no, she kept thinking. She lost control last night. She would not do so again. No matter what Professor Emerson said or how smart he happened to be, she did not deserve to be diapered.

She was better than a baby, and she would prove it by controlling herself.

The class kept going and going. Tara kept her nose down to the paper, and when her teacher started to ask questions, Tara focused in on everything anyone said. Under most circumstances, she didn’t care about the overachievers determined to prove how smart they were or the slackers who just wanted to get back to the dorm parking lot to light up.

But this time, Tara paid attention. She tried to calculate out the implications of what anyone said. It didn’t matter how silly the idea seemed to be. Listening to everyone else kept her distracted for a few more minutes.

Tara made it through three quarters of the class. Then she sat there and squirmed in her seat. Part of her really wanted to hop up and rush off to Professor Emerson’s office. He couldn’t make her wet again. That was the hope that kept her going, but he had class, so he wouldn’t be there. No, she had to wait.

Biting her lower lip, she resisted the urge to tap her pen against her desktop. There were only a few more minutes left. Tara tried to think of anything else. She didn’t want to think about how it would feel to wet her diaper again. She couldn’t do it. She wouldn’t allow herself to do it.

She wiggled and squirmed and felt super silly. Her teacher glanced in Tara’s direction and seemed confused for a moment. Tara gulped, hoping the other woman couldn’t tell what she wore under her jumper.

Finally, the professor dismissed everyone with a reminder.

At once, Tara leapt up from her desk and darted out the door. She pushed her way through the throngs of students. Plenty of them were willing to mull around, moving slowly through the building. Tara kept mumbling apologies as she shoved into different guys and girls. She got more than one dirty look. She got even more confused or amused glances.

They saw her dressed like a schoolgirl. Most of them must have assumed it was some kind of hazing ritual. She looked absurd. She looked silly. Lots of the guys thought she looked hot. More than one person giggled though. Tara swallowed, thinking they saw the flattened outline of her diaper hugged up against her butt.

Right then though, Tara couldn’t make herself care as she rushed across campus. She made it halfway there. She kept going. She was breathing hard and felt her heart pound with every step.

Finally, she made it to the English Department, shoved her way through the double doors and rushed for her teacher’s office. Hoping he would be there, she felt her body start to give in. A few drops shot down into her diaper. Tara tried to staunch the flow and regain control of herself.

She waddled and ran back to his office and started to slam her fist on the door. Tara couldn’t stop herself. She couldn’t. She tried so hard, but it amounted to nothing. The stream continued on and on.

Her diaper grew hot and heavy. The plastic cover kept it tight against her skin even as it grew even bulkier since the plastic lining absorbed her urine. Tara swallowed and knocked again.

“Having some trouble?” James asked from down the hall. He wasn’t actually in his office, and when Tara spun around, it was fast enough to lift the hem of her plaid skirt, if only for a moment. It didn’t matter. The single heartbeat was plenty of time for him to see what happened.

James walked up to her. He didn’t bother to notice whether or not anyone else lined the hall when he reached up under her skirt and pressed his fingers against her diaper.

“Did you have an accident?”

All at once, the fight drained away from her. Tara had been so determined to prove to him that she could take care of herself. She wanted to demonstrate how she really could be a big girl, but there she stood in front of him in a wet diaper.

Tara gulped and said, “Yes, Sir.” She barely whispered those two words, but they satisfied James.

“Don’t worry, baby girl, I’ll get you changed in a bit.”

“A bit?” She tried to keep the frustration from her voice. Last night, she had wet, but he changed her right away. Tara didn’t want to think of how long he might make her wait.

James ignored her frustrated glare as he unlocked his door and stepped inside. Tara moved behind him and felt her diaper squelch between her legs. Her face wouldn’t stop burning bright red, yet bugging him further wouldn’t do anything, so she remained quiet.

James gathered up some files from his desk drawer and slid them into his bag. He double checked some other materials. During the whole time, Tara waited in the corner, wishing he would hurry up but totally unable to do anything about his lethargic pace.

“Ready?”

“Yes, Sir!” she said quickly, nodding frantically. Her diaper remained hot. She hated the sensation, but she figured it would get even worse when the liquid went cold and remained pressed against her most sensitive parts.

“Good girl,” he said and patted her on the head. “Come with me.”

Tara scampered after him as he strolled out of his office, relocked the door, and headed back down the corridor. He moved with deliberate care. And even though his strides were longer than hers, Tara wished he would speed up. At the same time, she kept glancing around. Now that her diaper was thoroughly soaked, she felt it sag a bit. She couldn’t be sure, but it probably went below the hem of her skirt.

At first, Tara just glanced back at him, obviously confused. But when she saw what he had in the trunk, her heart jumped three beats. There was a blanket and a stack of diapers already set up and waiting for her. A box of wipes and a cylinder of talcum powder were nestled beneath one of the windows.

“Here? Now?” she spun around and didn’t see anyone walking from the parking lot, but her luck couldn’t hold out for long.

“Of course here and now. What? Did you think I’d let a baby girl waddle around in her dirty diaper forever? Besides, if I strapped you into your car seat now, you might make a mess.”

Tara couldn’t believe it, and she started to shake her head. This seemed to go too far. He couldn’t change her right then. But James didn’t care about her reluctance as he took her by the wrist and pulled her against the bumper, then nudged her back. The second her weight hit the soaked diaper, she felt a nasty squish. Breathing quickly, Tara was almost shell shocked.

He reached up her skirt and unlocked the plastic panties. Then he pulled them down her feet and past her shoes. Tara shut her eyes, not sure if she wanted to check to see if anyone might pass his SUV. Second by second, she endured the heat of humiliated blush.

James tore away the diaper tabs. Then he removed her diaper and tossed it by her head. Tara glanced at the soiled garment. The scent brightened her skin tone another few shades of crimson. That was her diaper, the one she wet because she couldn’t control herself. She wanted to think he had been wrong to force her to wear it, but now she couldn’t be so certain.

He took one of the wipes and cleaned her. Thoroughly. James cleaned off her cheeks, her thighs, and her slit. The cool touch made her shiver with pleasure which only made Tara blush ever brighter. She shook her head and wished he hadn’t insisted on changing her here.

Once he finished wiping her down, James took the powder and applied a liberal amount. The scent overtook the urine and relaxed her a tiny bit. Satisfied she had been cleaned, James took up a fresh diaper and wrapped it around her.

The fresh diaper crinkled between her legs, new and stiff. Tara opened her eyes and lifted her head. She peeked out past James and saw a pair of coeds pass by. They giggled in her direction.

“Please, Sir, can I get up?”

“I don’t know. Considering how fussy you’ve been, maybe you need a spanking. Just to remind you how to behave.” He reached up her skirt and pressed his finger against her new diaper. The cotton pressed against her pussy and made her suck in another gulp of air. No matter how much she loathed the baby garment, the pressure of his touch still intoxicated her.

“What if I sucked on my pacifier instead?”

“Maybe. But I want to hear you ask for it.”

Tara tightened her lips and summoned the fortitude to do this. She had already been fed baby food, sucked from a baby bottle, and wet herself in the middle of the English Department. Asking for her pacifier shouldn’t have been so bad.

He had her pacifier in his pocket, took one out, and pressed it against her mouth. Worried about getting spanked again, especially in front of any passersby, Tara opened her mouth and started sucking on the rubber nipple.

From there, she allowed him to lead her back around to the driver’s side backseat where he opened the door and nudged her inside. Tara tried to sit down next to the car seat, but he chuckled and shook his head. Face bright again, she got into the chair and didn’t struggle as he strapped her in. Once he had the harness locked around her waist and down her shoulders, she looked back at him with big, pleading eyes.