Free Teaching Tara (An Age Play Story) by Devon Shire

something she would regret later. “Yes, Sir.” Getting out those two syllables took a lot of effort.
    “Arms up,” he told her.
    Tara swallowed as she tried to think of some way to get out of this situation. When nothing came, she raised her arms over her head as he pulled her shirt off of her. He let her keep her bra on even as he picked up the jumper and started to pull it down over her. The plaid patterned fabric clung to her and was shorter than she expected.
    A horrifying thought occurred to her, “Sir?”
    “What is it, little girl?” He had taken up the socks and started to pull them over her feet, all the way up to her knees. The white material really did make her seem much younger.
    “Can I wear my panties?”
    He seemed to consider her request for several moments. Her heart pounded again as the seconds ticked past and she watched him for some sign of what his answer would be. Her palms started to itch and her stomach twisted. Tara couldn’t remember ever having been quite this nervous.
    “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?”
    She inhaled and braced herself, “Yes, Sir.”
    “Good. Now get your backpack. You’ll take your classes and meet me back at my office. Understand?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “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