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Authors: Devon Shire
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going to count off each time I spank you. And when I’m done, you’re going to explain what you did wrong and the lesson you learned.”
Her nostrils flared again as a stab of the old aggravation cut through her. Thank him? She wanted to smack him right then, and yet when she stared up at her teacher, Tara felt a sense of submissive longing settle on her chest. She had to please him.
No, Tara realized, she wanted to please him. That’s why she gave in again and said, “Yes, Sir.” If he noticed the reluctant frustration in her voice, he didn’t comment on it.
James rolled her back onto her stomach. Her ass poised before him, encased in her diaper. She shivered a bit as he started to rub the back of her thigh with light, grazing touches. She liked it. A lot. He could read her body language the way most people went through books. No matter how much she pretended to want this to stop, she enjoyed the humiliation of forced regression, which was excellent since he had no intention of stopping.
Professor Emerson brought his hand down. She jumped with the shock of pain, “One.” He struck again and her strained voice came out again, “Two.” He kept at it, spanking her like a naughty girl. Only this time she seemed much more obedient since she counted up and up: six, seven, eight, nine, and finally ten.
Once he slowed down, the backs of her thighs were bright red. The color spread through the rest of Tara’s skin, a combination of frustrated embarrassment, sweet ache, and humiliating pleasure. He loved putting her through this and drank in the sight of her so prostrated and demeaned before him. All too often, pretty girls like Tara got whatever they wanted with a wink and a smile. Now she learned what it meant to be a really good baby girl.
He began to pet her again, and Tara wanted to stay quiet, but she remembered his instructions. Getting up the nerve to demean herself again was harder than she expected. Some part of her really wanted to shut her mouth and dare him to spank her again, but it would hurt and she didn’t want to be punished. As much as her face burned with humiliation at the thought, Tara wanted to be a good girl.
She let out an exacerbated sigh and said, “I’m sorry I misbehaved, Sir. I should have eaten without getting fussy.”
“And are you going to be good and obedient for me?”
She let out another sigh, “Yes, Sir.” Those puffs of resentment were the closest thing she could manage to genuine defiance, but James didn’t seem to mind. If anything, he savored seeing her so powerless. She really did sound like a little girl. Sure, she wanted to push out, but she couldn’t and on some important level, she understood this.
“Good girl,” he told her and helped her back to her feet. “Let’s get you dressed and I’ll give you a ride to school.” She really could have driven herself, but Tara knew better than to risk defying him again. If he wanted to drive her, then fine, he would drive her.
Tara waddled after him as he took her back to the nursery. She guessed it was for her clothes. But when he opened the door for her, she found a set of clothes waiting for her on the changing table.
“What’s this?” she asked, picking up the dress. She couldn’t believe he expected her to wear it, and yet she couldn’t think of any other reason he would have put it out for her.
“Your uniform,” he said simply.
“What?”
“Well, your other clothes need to be washed, so I thought I would provide you with something suitable to wear,” he explained as though she were a baby girl who needed to hear this several times.
“No, I am not wearing this.” She held it up and examined the garments more closely. There were knee socks, Mary Jane shoes, and a plaid jumper. With these clothes on, she would have looked like a kindergartner. There was no way she could show up on campus dressed this way.
“Remember the lesson you learned?”
Tara bit down, willing herself not to say
Her nostrils flared again as a stab of the old aggravation cut through her. Thank him? She wanted to smack him right then, and yet when she stared up at her teacher, Tara felt a sense of submissive longing settle on her chest. She had to please him.
No, Tara realized, she wanted to please him. That’s why she gave in again and said, “Yes, Sir.” If he noticed the reluctant frustration in her voice, he didn’t comment on it.
James rolled her back onto her stomach. Her ass poised before him, encased in her diaper. She shivered a bit as he started to rub the back of her thigh with light, grazing touches. She liked it. A lot. He could read her body language the way most people went through books. No matter how much she pretended to want this to stop, she enjoyed the humiliation of forced regression, which was excellent since he had no intention of stopping.
Professor Emerson brought his hand down. She jumped with the shock of pain, “One.” He struck again and her strained voice came out again, “Two.” He kept at it, spanking her like a naughty girl. Only this time she seemed much more obedient since she counted up and up: six, seven, eight, nine, and finally ten.
Once he slowed down, the backs of her thighs were bright red. The color spread through the rest of Tara’s skin, a combination of frustrated embarrassment, sweet ache, and humiliating pleasure. He loved putting her through this and drank in the sight of her so prostrated and demeaned before him. All too often, pretty girls like Tara got whatever they wanted with a wink and a smile. Now she learned what it meant to be a really good baby girl.
He began to pet her again, and Tara wanted to stay quiet, but she remembered his instructions. Getting up the nerve to demean herself again was harder than she expected. Some part of her really wanted to shut her mouth and dare him to spank her again, but it would hurt and she didn’t want to be punished. As much as her face burned with humiliation at the thought, Tara wanted to be a good girl.
She let out an exacerbated sigh and said, “I’m sorry I misbehaved, Sir. I should have eaten without getting fussy.”
“And are you going to be good and obedient for me?”
She let out another sigh, “Yes, Sir.” Those puffs of resentment were the closest thing she could manage to genuine defiance, but James didn’t seem to mind. If anything, he savored seeing her so powerless. She really did sound like a little girl. Sure, she wanted to push out, but she couldn’t and on some important level, she understood this.
“Good girl,” he told her and helped her back to her feet. “Let’s get you dressed and I’ll give you a ride to school.” She really could have driven herself, but Tara knew better than to risk defying him again. If he wanted to drive her, then fine, he would drive her.
Tara waddled after him as he took her back to the nursery. She guessed it was for her clothes. But when he opened the door for her, she found a set of clothes waiting for her on the changing table.
“What’s this?” she asked, picking up the dress. She couldn’t believe he expected her to wear it, and yet she couldn’t think of any other reason he would have put it out for her.
“Your uniform,” he said simply.
“What?”
“Well, your other clothes need to be washed, so I thought I would provide you with something suitable to wear,” he explained as though she were a baby girl who needed to hear this several times.
“No, I am not wearing this.” She held it up and examined the garments more closely. There were knee socks, Mary Jane shoes, and a plaid jumper. With these clothes on, she would have looked like a kindergartner. There was no way she could show up on campus dressed this way.
“Remember the lesson you learned?”
Tara bit down, willing herself not to say
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