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she studied his expression, hoping he might be nice to her this once.
    Tara’s heart started to sink when he grinned at her. “No, if you’re going to act like a baby girl, then I’m going to treat you like one.”
    “Yes, Sir.” Tara rested her head back against the changing table’s thick pad. He nudged her heel, so she raised her legs into the air before he could give her the orders. Somehow, preempting made Tara feel slightly more in control of the situation.
    James shook his head down at her as he pulled off the taped tabs. They came away with light tugs. Then he pulled the front of the diaper down and slipped the back out. The scent of urine filled the room, but he didn’t seem to mind. Tara, on the other hand, tried to block it out. She had wet herself like a baby girl. And why? Because she couldn’t control herself for half an hour?
    He could tell someone. The thought filled her with a different kind of dread. Plus she didn’t know how this would affect her grade. He might have resented her for needing this kind of care. Nothing on his face said he minded, but Tara couldn’t really believe any of this had actually happened.
    “You’re going to change me?” she asked weakly.
    “I am, Tara. I’m going to change you, and I’m going to take care of you.”
    “How long do I have to wear a diaper?”
    “Well, as long as I think you need it,” he said. Only, her lower lip started to shake and she felt as though she might cry. Before her eyes could water and gush, his tone shifted to something gentler, more comforting, and nearly paternal. He reached over and ran his hand along the side of her head, petting her in a way which should have been humiliating but reassured her instead.
    “Tara,” James said, “I want to see you succeed. So for now, you’re going to stay in your diapers until you convince me you can be a big girl. But don’t worry because you’re a very pretty baby. In fact, I think you might deserve a treat if you can go through a changing without putting up a fuss.”
    “Yes, Sir.” She didn’t know what he meant but didn’t question her teacher.
    “Would you like your treat?”
    Tara met his gaze this time. Something about the way he watched her sent a shiver of desire through her body. She ignored it at first, thinking she hadn’t read his body language right. It had to be a part of her crush again.
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “Well, then you’ll have to behave. Oh, and there’ll be a quiz.”
    James reached under the changing table and pulled out a bottle of powder and a small, plastic box of wipes. First he took out a wipe. The clean scent filled her nostrils and sent a sense of relaxed ease through her. She should have associated that scent with clean babies, but right then it seemed to match her mood perfectly.
    He judiciously cleaned her off, wiping away every drop of urine. Tara tried not to think about how her teacher had to clean her off, but the cool sensations relaxed her further. Once he was satisfied that her genitals had been sufficiently cleaned, he threw the wipe aside and sprinkled a liberal amount of powder along her naughty bits.
    “Who needs to wear diapers?”
    “Babies, Sir.” She hated saying those words, but she had to give him the right answer.
    “Why is that?”
    “They don’t know how to control themselves. They’re very young, Sir. They haven’t learned how to deal with the world.”
    “Or their own bodies,” James filled in helpfully.
    “No, Sir. They can’t control their own bodies.”
    “Because they wet themselves?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “Did you wet yourself?”
    Tara hesitated for a moment. If she didn’t say it, then he could fail her right there. Besides, she had already given so much. She had allowed him to spank her, to diaper her. If she got stubborn now, it would have all been for nothing.
    So she did it. She opened her mouth, filled her lungs, and said, “Yes, Sir. I wet myself.” She didn’t want to continue, but if she didn’t