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

Emerson had every right to do this to her, he shouldn’t have. She didn’t deserve this kind of humiliation. Diapers? Really?
    Tara reached for the top and tried to push it up. As she guessed, it only budged about a quarter inch before catching on a latch. She peered out, saw the lock, and realized she wouldn’t be able to get out. The wooden bars were too thick and heavy. If she had a saw or something, maybe she could have cut her way free.
    “You know what?” she asked no one in particular, her voice quivering with anger. “Fine. I can’t get out, but at least I can do something.” She reached for the tabs which held her diapers onto her waist. She could strip them off. James had already seen her private parts, so it wasn’t like this would be any worse, but it would show him she wouldn’t be pushed around.
    She didn’t find the tabs.
    Confusion flared through her first. He had diapered her twice. Each time, he had used the tape tabs to keep her diapered. A twinge of fear shot through her as she touched the material. It felt a little different. The diapers had been a bit rougher than this. This plastic seemed perfectly smooth. Swallowing, Tara looked down.
    She was diapered, but he had put something else on her. And when she ran her fingers along her waist, Tara found a small piece of squared metal at the small of her back.
    A lock.
    He had put her in a locking diaper cover. He had known she would wake up and try to wiggle free. Tara’s nostrils flared again. How could he do this to her? She wanted to shout in frustration, to slap him, to do something, anything.
    But he was her teacher. The thought threw some cold water on the fires of anger simmering their way through Tara’s chest, but not enough. She still wanted to do something defiant.
    But she couldn’t.
    She sagged down, defeated.
    Right then, James opened the door, flicked on the light, and strolled inside. He looked very pleased with himself.
    Tara sat up, “Professor Emerson.” The diaper crinkled whenever she moved, a fact he no doubt noticed, but Tara had to pretend nothing was out of the ordinary.
    “Good morning, Tara. Are you feeling frisky?” He laced the last word with a tiny bit of mockery, and despite herself, Tara flushed with the memory of his fingers again. Her pussy even got a bit wet at the thought of feeling him again. It didn’t matter how much he demeaned her, not when he could give her such delicious orgasms.
    Shoving those thoughts aside, Tara put her hands on the bars, “I need to go to class.” She tried to sound completely serious.
    “I can give you a ride to campus,” he told her.
    “No really, I can drive.”
    “I don’t think so,” he told her and gave no other explanation. “Now, are you ready for breakfast?”
    “Professor Emerson—” she started to say.
    “Not now. I’m going to get some food in you, and then we’ll head to campus together. Understand?” The weight of his personality pressed down on her, and again Tara found herself feeling like a little girl. No, not just a little girl, a baby girl. She belonged to him, and she couldn’t deny it.
    “Yes, Sir,” she said after a moment’s pause.
    James opened the gate for her and motioned for Tara to come out. As much as she hated it, she had to crawl out. For those three or four seconds, she really did feel like a baby girl. With her diapered butt wagging behind her, she must have looked absurd.
    Her teacher took her by the hand as though she might get lost. Then he walked her back through the house. Again, she more waddled than walked since putting her legs together would have felt too awkward. She didn’t want to feel the diapers any more than she already had to.
    He led her back to the kitchen. Her books and notes remained out, but those didn’t hold her attention for long. Her eyes were drawn instantly to the piece of furniture which sat at the head of the table.
    For a moment, Tara blinked and tried to pretend it didn’t exist. If it