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She sounded scared and much, much younger.
    “No, you’re not done.”
    “Please, Sir. It’s really important.” Only then did the stream stop after she completely emptied her bladder. Tara couldn’t believe it. She really had wet herself like a baby girl! She kept thinking it might have been some delusion or hallucination, but each time she moved or shifted her weight—even a little—she felt the squelch right there between her legs.
    “What happened?”
    “Nothing, Sir. I just—I’m tired,” she finished lamely.
    James got to his feet and said, “Stand up.”
    “What?” Her voice quivered a bit. She didn’t want him to know what happened and would have given anything to keep it from him. If in only he would let her leave the room, even for just a few minutes, she might have a chance. She didn’t really need to wear panties. Or she could go back to the nursery and get a fresh diaper. She could put it on herself. It wasn’t like she really needed his help.
    “Stand up,” he said again.
    Tara hated herself for it, but since she saw no other choice, she did as he asked. She got to her knees and felt the soaked padding squelch again. She grimaced at the sensation and tried to block it out but the wet heat couldn’t be ignored.
    “What happened?” James asked as he stepped closer.
    “Nothing,” she lied.
    He obviously didn’t believe her even as he started to inspect her. Then without warning, he reached down and held his hand against her butt and squeezed. She let out a little yelp.
    “Your butt is hot. Did you wet yourself?”
    Tara lowered her eyes and let out a tiny squeak, “Yes, Sir.” She heard him chuckle as though he couldn’t quite believe it.
    “Well, I guess it’s a good thing I put the diaper on you. Otherwise you might have made a really bad mess. And I would have made you clean it up.”
    “Yes, Sir.” She had wet her diaper and now stood before her teacher. Her face burned with shame, but she didn’t know what to do or say other than try to hide her features behind the curtain of her hair.
    James examined this pretty girl in her wet diaper. Part of him wanted to tease her, yet he decided that would be too cruel, so instead he quietly took her hand again and led her back to the nursery. He had slipped something to help facilitate her transition into Tara’s drink, but he had no idea it would work so quickly. Perhaps his pupil already had some infantile tendencies.
    He took her back to the nursery, lifted her up onto the changing table, and told her to spread her legs. Silent now, she complied like a good little girl. He unbuckled her pants, pulled them off, and shook his head.
    “It seems you made quite a mess. Your diaper couldn’t hold it all.” He tugged off her slacks and held them up for her to see. Tara didn’t want to look but couldn’t quite help herself either. She saw the dark patches of wet and wished she could have controlled herself. “We might have to keep you in diapers for some time.”
    “What?” she snapped back to reality when she heard those words.
    “Don’t worry about it,” he said, which made Tara think her teacher must have been kidding. She only wet herself because she had been so focused on the writing exercise. He had to see that, right?
    He tossed her pants back into the corner with her now discarded panties. In just her top and panties now, Tara shut her eyes as a fresh surge of embarrassment simmered across her cheeks.
    “I’m really going to have to change you, aren’t I?”
    Now she opened her eyes, “What? No, Sir, please, I can do it myself!” she didn’t dare sit up, but she instinctively brought her feet together. That caused the diaper to squish unpleasantly, another reminder of what she had done.
    “You think so?” He sounded skeptical.
    “Yes! Please, Sir, I’ll be good. I’ll get clean and everything and I’ll be the perfect student. Please, you’ve taught me all the lessons I need.” Her voice quivered with fear as