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

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.
    “Did you like sucking on your pacifier?”
    “No,” she said.
    “Then you should remember to be good and obey. Isn’t that right?”
    “Yes, Sir,” she told him.
    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