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said, looking at his handsome face, trusting him because she belonged to him. She trusted him the way any baby girl would trust a parent, a babysitter, or the adult who took care of her.
    His fingers danced at her belly button. He thrummed her skin until she giggled at his electric touch. He was teasing her, and she knew it, but she couldn’t do anything to stop him, which must have been half the fun.
    Within a minute, he started to work his way down. His fingers slipped down her pelvis down to her slit. The heat of passion started to simmer and boil from her naughty bits out to her stomach, chest, her face and lips. Those waves roiled through every inch of her skin.
    And he hadn’t even touched her yet!
    His fingers finally made it down to her to her slit, yet James didn’t begin to rub her right away. Instead, he stroked her inner thighs. “Oh, your diaper is still dry. I guess you won’t need a change this morning.”
    “No, Sir,” she said without any hint of shame. The arousal blocked out any other sensation. It made this all feel right. The bottle, the diaper, the way he held her and talked to her. For the moment, it all seemed so completely natural.
    James started to touch her. His fingers slipped into her slit. The warmth of his touch made her gasp and grin like a little girl who just stumbled on some incredible surprise. As he started to tease her clit, Tara gripped the sides of his pants, clutching the material as though she had to hold on lest she get blown away by the winds of her excitement.
    Scorching tones of red clouded her cheeks as her mouth opened. Tara started to pant with the rhythm of his touch. The cadence of his finger working down and up, down and up, again and again, made her heart start to thunder through her chest. He played her again, working her as though he understood her every desire and response.
    The instinct to shut her eyes rocked through her head, but Tara remembered her teacher’s instructions. She couldn’t allow herself to give in. If she did, he might stop, and she wanted nothing more than for him to finish.
    Higher and higher, the intensity of each stroke, each pulsating touch, worked through her nerves. The sensations sang out even as she kept her eyes on her teacher, Professor James Emerson. He grinned down at her.
    But then he stopped.
    It took her body a second to catch up and realize what happened. Another moment of pleasure rocked through her body before her nerves stopped. Tara groaned and tried to curl up into a ball, but his strong arms kept her on her back.
    “I seem to have forgotten your spanking.”
    “No!” she groaned. “No! I’ve been good!”
    “I seem to recall a naughty girl who didn’t want to eat her breakfast.”
    She tried to sit up. It was an automatic response, but he held her down again and she fell back against his lap with a puffed sigh of frustrated acceptance. What choice did she have?
    “Assume the position,” he told her.
    Tara reluctantly rolled onto her stomach so that her butt was right at his center, ready for his attention. Her face pressed down into the couch as she considered how he was about to spank her.
    She was going to get spanked. The thought made her blush with a fresh bout of humiliation. She wiggled as her body longed to try to escape again, but he would simply grab her and bring her back here. Plus, then the spanking would be so much worse.
    All thought of reluctance disappeared when his hand came down on her thigh. She gasped, surprised at the pain. He had spanked her butt last time, so she anticipated the same. But the diaper would have padded the blow. Perhaps he wanted to make sure it hurt even as she endured the humiliation of being disciplined like a misbehaving child.
    The second strike came down and she gasped again. Her eyes started to water. She hadn’t lost control so quickly last time. The third strike made her whimper, and Tara didn’t quite know why.
    “Please!” she started to blubber, “Please, Sir!