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tell the truth, then he might question her. He might make her answer even more questions, so she said everything before he could ask, “I wet myself like a baby girl because I couldn’t control myself.”
    Then James didn’t ask a question. Instead, he gave her an order, the kind which made her want to flinch. “Ask for a fresh diaper.”
    “Please, Sir, may I have a fresh diaper?”
    “Good girl!” he said, sounding very much like a kindergarten teacher again. She thought of her crush on this man, but despite the shame burning through her skin, she wondered what the treat would be.
    “Thank you, Sir.”
    “Would you like your treat now?”
    Tara took a breath but couldn’t make herself speak quite then. She nodded with quick little movements of her head.
    “You thanked me for diapering you,” he said with a shake of his head, almost as though he were amused by her willingness to give in. She wanted to protest because it seemed so unfair for him to tease her about being good. “You’ve been wandering around and pretending to be an adult. But you’re not really an adult, are you?”
    “No, Sir. I’m a baby girl.”
    “Yes, you are,” he said and patted her on the head.
    Her teacher leaned over and touched his fingers to her pelvis. His fingertips warmed her skin and made her shiver again. She fantasized about his touch working a bit lower, just a tiny, tiny bit. Then his fingers would graze her lips and she could feel herself get wet at the thought. Her breathing started to speed along with the beat of her heart.
    James pulled out a fresh diaper, unfolded it, and made her lift her legs again. He unfolded the infantile garment and slipped it beneath her bottom. Tara grimaced at the sensation once again. He had her back in diapers. She couldn’t imagine what might be more shameful. She was an adult. She was a college student, someone who should have been studying some of the most important questions under the sun, and yet her teacher didn’t believe she could handle it. Panting with frustration, she searched for some way to get him to stop, but then he pulled the fresh diaper into place, attached the tape, and left her there.
    “You’ve been very good, so I’m going to play with you. Would you like that?”
    His hand moved down another half inch. The heat of his hand simmered through her flesh and ignited a fresh desire. She wanted him to touch her. She wanted him to touch her so badly as her lips parted and she whispered, “Yes, Sir! Yes, please, Sir!”
    “Good girl,” he told her and worked his hand down into her diaper.
    Her breathing turned ragged as she took in the frenzied little chugs of air. She couldn’t believe it as arousal flooded through her. Despite the diaper, despite laying there on a changing table in a nursery, Tara’s body answered his touch. Her mouth opened as her heartbeat sped even further. She felt like a hummingbird as her blood pressure raced.
    His fingers reached her lips. She was wet already and he pressed his finger against her vagina. Her lips parted for him and he touched his finger against her clit. Tara grinned and started to moan. At the same time, she started to wiggle.
    He started to work her up with slow strokes. He pressed in deeper, down past the food to the core of her being. Heat and pleasure mixed together in her chest, swirling together into a molten core of hot joy. Tara wanted to say something, to thank him, but he continued to play with her. Tara couldn’t make herself work. She couldn’t make herself think.
    Second by second, she got closer and closer to coming. She had touched herself before, but he played with her buttons as though she were a musical instrument, one he had mastered long ago.
    She got closer, closer, closer.
    Then, right before her vision could blur under the avalanched ecstasy of orgasm, James pulled his hand free and patted her diaper. A groan burst from her throat. It sounded primal and nearly feral.
    “Are you a good