Teaching Tara (An Age Play Story) by Devon Shire Read Free Book Online Page A

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.
    There were bars over the top of the crib as well. This wasn’t a crib so much as a baby cage, and she was the baby. She started to seethe. Even if Professor