belong to you, Sir.”
“Are you going to be a good baby girl from now on?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And you’re going to take naps when I tell you to?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And you’ll drink from your bottle?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And will you complain when I change your diapers?”
“No, Sir,” she said and gave a little shake of her head.
James Emerson stepped closer and touched his hands to her biceps. “You’re a good little girl, and you know, I think you’re mistaken.”
“Sir?”
“There will be times when you feel defiant or misbehave, but don’t worry, I’ll be there to discipline you. Extensively. You’ll be spanked and humiliated whenever you defy me. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” she said as scary images flashed through her head. She imagined him treating her like a baby for a long, long time. Yet at the same time, Tara remembered how good he could make her feel. And when she looked back up at her teacher—her owner—Tara felt a twinge of desire.
What if she gave in? That question lingered longer than she expected simply because she could imagine him feeding her and taking care of her, and some small part of her really liked it. Also, she had no doubt those feelings would grow if she remained in his care.
“Now do what I told you?”
Somewhere deep down, Tara had hoped he had forgotten about his earlier instructions, but she wasn’t so lucky. She inhaled and got down on her knees. Her skin ran hot with red blush as she took her first, tentative steps like this. She found the pacifier, cursing the universe for letting it bounce so far.
She crawled too it and flinched when James gave her butt a little swat. The diaper absorbed most of the impact, but getting teased at all made her want to growl. Tara leaned down and mouthed at the rubber nipple. She got it in her mouth, bit down, and started sucking.
As much as she hated to admit it, even to herself, having it back in her mouth helped her relax a tiny bit.
“Such a good girl,” he said and kneeled in front of her. “Now, would you like a treat for being such a good girl?”
Tara nodded enthusiastically, having forgotten all thoughts of rebellion. She didn’t want to misbehave, not if he would give her a treat. Her heart sped at the thought of how it felt.
“Would you like me to take off your diaper and let you pretend you’re a little girl?”
Tara’s mouth opened to answer, but the pacifier almost fell from her mouth, so she had to bite down again. The rush of fear of losing her binky surprised her way more than she liked, but then it didn’t matter because her former teacher—now her owner—gave her a grin, took her hand, and helped her to stand.
“Get on your changing table.”
Faster than should have been decent, Tara hopped back onto the pad. The crush of her diaper didn’t even bother her. James quickly got off her diaper. It only took a few seconds before he had her completely naked.
“Oh, it looks like you’re already pretty wet,” he said. “It’s a good thing you usually have to wear diapers, isn’t it?”
Professor Emerson’s baby girl gave another quick nod. Some small ember of resistance flared up each time he taunted her, but the heat of her imagined retorts cooled each time. And if she were truly honest with herself, she loved the attention her babysitter gave her.
Now, naked and aroused, Tara felt like being a big girl was pretend. She glanced down and saw her diaper and wondered how long he would make her wear one. At once, the answer became obvious: forever. He belonged to her now. She signed the contract, but even without that piece of paper, she knew she belonged to him. He had her trained.
Tara mumbled something. The words didn’t sound intelligible to her ears, yet James had no trouble understanding her. But he shook his head and said, “No. You’re going to suck on your pacifier when I play with you. Understand?”
She hissed with frustration but nodded anyway. She wanted to tell
“Are you going to be a good baby girl from now on?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And you’re going to take naps when I tell you to?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And you’ll drink from your bottle?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And will you complain when I change your diapers?”
“No, Sir,” she said and gave a little shake of her head.
James Emerson stepped closer and touched his hands to her biceps. “You’re a good little girl, and you know, I think you’re mistaken.”
“Sir?”
“There will be times when you feel defiant or misbehave, but don’t worry, I’ll be there to discipline you. Extensively. You’ll be spanked and humiliated whenever you defy me. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” she said as scary images flashed through her head. She imagined him treating her like a baby for a long, long time. Yet at the same time, Tara remembered how good he could make her feel. And when she looked back up at her teacher—her owner—Tara felt a twinge of desire.
What if she gave in? That question lingered longer than she expected simply because she could imagine him feeding her and taking care of her, and some small part of her really liked it. Also, she had no doubt those feelings would grow if she remained in his care.
“Now do what I told you?”
Somewhere deep down, Tara had hoped he had forgotten about his earlier instructions, but she wasn’t so lucky. She inhaled and got down on her knees. Her skin ran hot with red blush as she took her first, tentative steps like this. She found the pacifier, cursing the universe for letting it bounce so far.
She crawled too it and flinched when James gave her butt a little swat. The diaper absorbed most of the impact, but getting teased at all made her want to growl. Tara leaned down and mouthed at the rubber nipple. She got it in her mouth, bit down, and started sucking.
As much as she hated to admit it, even to herself, having it back in her mouth helped her relax a tiny bit.
“Such a good girl,” he said and kneeled in front of her. “Now, would you like a treat for being such a good girl?”
Tara nodded enthusiastically, having forgotten all thoughts of rebellion. She didn’t want to misbehave, not if he would give her a treat. Her heart sped at the thought of how it felt.
“Would you like me to take off your diaper and let you pretend you’re a little girl?”
Tara’s mouth opened to answer, but the pacifier almost fell from her mouth, so she had to bite down again. The rush of fear of losing her binky surprised her way more than she liked, but then it didn’t matter because her former teacher—now her owner—gave her a grin, took her hand, and helped her to stand.
“Get on your changing table.”
Faster than should have been decent, Tara hopped back onto the pad. The crush of her diaper didn’t even bother her. James quickly got off her diaper. It only took a few seconds before he had her completely naked.
“Oh, it looks like you’re already pretty wet,” he said. “It’s a good thing you usually have to wear diapers, isn’t it?”
Professor Emerson’s baby girl gave another quick nod. Some small ember of resistance flared up each time he taunted her, but the heat of her imagined retorts cooled each time. And if she were truly honest with herself, she loved the attention her babysitter gave her.
Now, naked and aroused, Tara felt like being a big girl was pretend. She glanced down and saw her diaper and wondered how long he would make her wear one. At once, the answer became obvious: forever. He belonged to her now. She signed the contract, but even without that piece of paper, she knew she belonged to him. He had her trained.
Tara mumbled something. The words didn’t sound intelligible to her ears, yet James had no trouble understanding her. But he shook his head and said, “No. You’re going to suck on your pacifier when I play with you. Understand?”
She hissed with frustration but nodded anyway. She wanted to tell
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