Teaching Tara (An Age Play Story) (13 page)

“You get about a minute,” he actually pulled out his phone and started watching the minute, waiting for it to change.

Corina concentrated, stared, and tried to sift through her memory for this guy’s name. She should have known it. He was cute, sexy even, which would have been enough for any other sorority girl or co-ed. Only Corina wasn’t like them. She studied. She worked. She had plans and goals, all of which burned up her free time. The others could run out and play, but she wanted to accomplish something great.

A hundred facts popped into her head. Even a few page numbers and author names clicked into place. She tried to remember the first day’s roll call as the teacher went through everyone enrolled in the class. None of the names she recalled were at all useful. None fit, so she had to guess.

Corina didn’t want to do it. She hated guesses. They were lazy and relied completely on luck. Time was ticking down, so she had to say something.

“Minute’s up,” he said and put the phone back in his pocket. “Well? Now or never.” He sounded thrilled at the prospect, or maybe he just liked seeing her squirm.

“Daniel?”

He laughed and shook his head, “Nope. My name is Brandon. But doesn’t this tell you something? We’ve been in the same class all semester, but you don’t even know my name. So sad.”

Corina seethed for several seconds. Her chest rose and fell in irritation, only she couldn’t think of the right thing to say. Every other situation had a correct answer. In class or on tests, Corina knew what to do. This was completely unexpected and clamped frustration down on her lungs.

When she didn’t speak, he chuckled some more as if enjoying a private joke, “You’re always so good in class. Your hand is always in the air whenever Barret asks a question, but now you don’t have anything to say?”

“But you weren’t smart enough to keep yourself from getting kidnapped?” he asked. “Right. I think you’re a silly little girl who doesn’t know what it means to take care of herself.”

Brandon unlocked her cage. The bars swung down, hinged at the bottom. The design seemed familiar, but Corina refused to make the connection. The rest of this room looked like a nursery. Even the walls were covered in dancing fairies and rainbow colored flowers. It was ultra-feminine and made her stomach twitch a bit. She wanted to be taken seriously, a goal which seemed completely impossible in a room such as this.

“You’re going to be our presentation?”

“Presentation on what, exactly?”

“Forced regression,” he said with the most evil and confident smile. “Our group is going to take you and see how long it takes to turn you back into a baby girl. Won’t that be fun?” He spoke with no trace of irony, no hint this was some massive joke.

“No,” she said, shaking her head, “No how, no way. I’m not doing it.”

“Silly girl,” Brandon chuckled. “That’s why it’s called forced regression. To be honest, I’m surprised you’re considered the star student when you have so much trouble listening.”

“It’s not going to happen,” she insisted and scooted back, gripping the corner bars of the cage and refusing to budge.

“Be serious. You don’t have your phone, and you have to come out here now. If it helps, I promise I won’t bite.” He tapped the side of his leg as though calling a dog. The idea infuriated her as angry heat colored her cheeks. She usually hated how much her emotions played out on her face, but right then, Corina didn’t care if he knew.

“You can’t do this. Our teacher won’t accept this. The second you put me in front of the class, I’ll tell them everything. You’ll go to freaking prison for this. C’mon, you can’t be so stupid.”

“I think you’re going to be too busy sucking on your pacifier to say anything. Unless you’re hungry, then I’d be happy to give you a ba-ba.”

Corina bit down and made a choice. She pushed herself out of the cage and tried to rush him. She shot out, only he was faster than she expected. He grabbed her up, wrapping her arms around Corina’s arms and torso and lifting her up into the air.

Shouting at him to let her go, she kicked the air uselessly. Her feet pedaled against nothing as she tried to jerk back and forth enough to throw Brandon off balance and maybe get free.

“Are you going to be pouting like this all day?”

“Let me go!” she screamed back at him. She hoped someone else might hear, though she doubted it. Even through the haze of rage and confusion, she doubted Brandon would be dumb enough to hold her somewhere where passersby might hear. She could always hope though, and she definitely didn’t want to be such easy prey that he decided to keep her.

Brandon withstood her flailing legs and curses. He took steady, even steps and walked her across the room. Once, she almost connected her foot to the nearby table, but she missed by a good two inches. Frustration boiled up inside of her as she fought to get away. Her growls and groans didn’t do anything, and before she knew it, Corina found herself strewn across Brandon’s lap.

He lowered himself down and pulled her over his lap like a little girl. For a second, she couldn’t believe it. This was too much. Embarrassment flooded through her awareness even as she realized what he’d done. She reached for the ground, touched the carpet, and was about to shove herself back up when his hand came down on her bottom.

Her concentration shattered under the onslaught of that first strike. It had been years since anyone dared even joke about spanking her, now she found herself on some guy’s lap, getting hit like a naughty girl. Corina’s face blushed brighter now, and her eyes watered, more from the anger than any genuine pain.

“You’ve been very bad,” he said. “Now I’m going to need you to calm down. Can you calm down for me?” He spoke in the soothingly patronizing tones of a father who wanted to see his favorite daughter settle down from her tantrum.

“You spanked me!”

“You’re misbehaving. I won’t tolerate that,” he sounded gentle and firm. The combination sent a shiver down her back. She didn’t know why or how, but his words seemed too powerful.

“Please, just let me go.”

“You’re whining. Very cute.” He smacked her bottom again. This time it stung more. She tried to wiggle free, but he kept one arm around her even as his palm came down on her again. This time she gasped with the pain. She didn’t know what made it so much more intense—the shame of getting spanked at all or simply the loss of control—but her eyes started to water again.

“Please!”

“Say you’re sorry and plan on being a good girl.” He struck her twice more. Corina imagined her butt cheeks bright red even though he spanked through her clothes. The fabric should have offered some protection. Then she shivered again, thinking of what it would feel like if he ever spanked her bare bottom.

“No!” she cried out. Desperation oozed from her voice. She was panting now, breathing so hard she could barely think. She couldn’t get away from him, no matter how hard she fought. Her legs kicked up and down, back and forth. Without any point of leverage, she might as well have been running in circles.

“Wrong answer, baby girl.” The rain of blows came down, one, two, three, and she cried out each time. Her voice started to hurt, but she couldn’t stop him. “Just say you’ll behave and we can get on with things.”

She needed a moment to catch her breath. In that span of seconds, Corina thought of what her psychology teacher said about interrogation and conditioning. He wanted her to say those words because each time she obeyed his orders, she would become a little more compliant and receptive to his future orders.

Such academic information didn’t help her though, not when she understood how easily he could resume her punishment.

“Fine,” she breathed. The admission injected another round of shame. It clamped down on her and made it hard to think. It mixed in with the stinging which continued to ring through her butt, “Fine. I’ll do the presentation.” She didn’t sound sincere. If anything, she sounded completely recalcitrant.

For a second, he didn’t speak and with her eyes on the carpeted floor, Corina couldn’t judge his reaction. What if he wanted her to be more sincere? What if he decided to spank her some more? She flinched at the thought, terrified of getting walloped again like some errant child.

As she struggled to catch her breath, Brandon ran his hand along her bottom. His touch might have seemed comforting if only for the reality that he caused her distress. Corina tried to swallow it down and stay calm.

“You’re going to get me an A. You know that right?” He sounded eager, triumphant even. She hated the confidence which slid through his every word.

“Yes.” She clutched her eyes shut and promised herself she would find a way out of this. Whatever he had planned, whatever he thought would happen, she vowed to fight it. She was not going to let him humiliate her in front of their entire class.

“Good girl,” he patted her on the bottom, slipped his arms around her, and pulled her back up again. For a second, Corina couldn’t believe how easily he carried her. She was light compared to most people, but this was crazy. He was so
strong
.

Brandon carried her back to the table and lowered her down onto her back. When she tried to sit up, he put his hand on her chest and pushed her back down. “You’re going to be good, or I’m going to strap you down.”

“Oh, hell no—” she started to say but then he grabbed one of her wrists and slipped it through a nylon loop at the side of the table. She hadn’t noticed it before, but he tightened with the pull of one strip of material.

At once, Corina reached over to remove the restraint. He intercepted her hand and forced it back to her side. It didn’t take him long to slip that one through a corresponding loop and tighten it. The fabric shackles were soft, but when she yanked on them, she realized they were also strong.

Without another word, Brandon reached for her pants, unbuttoned them, and started to slide them off. Again, she tried to kick him in the face, but he grabbed her ankle and pinned her leg. It wasn’t long before she felt the cool air against her bare legs. He saw her panties, she blushed, and he grinned.

“You’re wearing cartoon panties?”

“Screw you,” she said.

Corina then expected some comment about how she was cute or helpless or even something about how she needed to learn some respect. Instead, he leaned down and said, “Don’t worry. We’ll get to that too.” Her face whitened as she thought about him, touching her, exciting her. She should have been filled with horror, only something else twitched inside of her. Corina shivered, excited.

There was no way she would admit her reaction though. She cursed at him again, throwing out every profanity she knew.

None of them impressed him though. “Seriously? That’s your idea of bad language? You really are a little girl at heart. I guess the panties just prove it.” He touched the thin layer of cotton and grinned back at her. Her panties were light pink and had a princess image right at her pelvis. “So adorable.”

“What are you going to do?” She met his eyes, worried.

“I already told you.”

“Regression? What, what does that mean exactly?” Corina understood the definition. She memorized it from an earlier chapter, but the admission would make it true.

“I’m going to take you, diaper you, and teach you to be a good little baby girl all over again.” The cheer was evident in his voice. “You’re going to show up for the presentation in a pretty pink dress, a diaper, your hair in curls, sucking on your pacifier, and everyone will know what a darling little girl you’ve been all along. Doesn’t that sound fun?”

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