Page 48 of Learning Little Lizzie

Mr. Chambers chuckled, and the sound had the hairs on the back of Eliza’s neck rising. “Of course. Feel free to use whatever you need. I’ll give you both some privacy.”

Samuel’s gaze never left Eliza’s face even as Mr. Chambers walked past them and out the door. And then the door shut again, closing her in the office with her very angry looking guardian.

“I’m very disappointed in your behavior today, Eliza.”

Disappointed. The word slammed into her chest making it hard to breathe. Which only made her tighten her folded arms, digging her fingers into her own flesh, the little bites of pain settling her and grounding her as everything inside her threatened to spin out of control. “Okay.”

“For starters, I’m disappointed that you felt the need to lie to me last night instead of telling me you still had an assignment to finish.”

Oh shit. Alarm bells rang in her head. “I didn’t mean for it to be a lie! I was going to do the assignment with Kylie at breakfast but then we ended up talking and I just forgot about it.”

“I understand all that. But that doesn’t negate the fact that you lied right to my face when I asked if your homework was finished last night. And then trying to copy someone else’s homework instead of simply admitting your error. Which I honestly would not be that upset about if you had done the responsible, Big girl thing and accepted your punishment. Instead, you chose to be rude and defiant. You’ve been a very naughty Little girl, Lizzie.”

“I wasn’t trying to be naughty! You’re just not listening.”

“No, Lizzie. I listened. I understand that you don’t think it’s fair, but the fact remains that you broke a school rule. You also broke one of our rules when you lied to me. Whether you meant to or not, whether you think it’s ‘fair’ or not, you earned a punishment. A punishment you refused to accept.”

Something big was coming. She could feel it. “So what are you gonna do?”

“Since you don’t seem to want to be a Big girl today and accept responsibility for your actions, I’m going to treat you exactly how you’ve been acting. Starting with taking your Big girl panties off and putting you in something more appropriate for a cranky toddler. Luckily, Director Chambers keeps his office stacked with diapers for his own Little girl.”

Panic clawed at her chest, and for a moment she thought she might actually pass out. “No, you can’t! I don’t want to wear a diaper!”

“Are you adding it to your hard limits?”

Goddammit. She should have known that would be his answer.

And for a moment, she was tempted. More tempted than she had been by anything she’d ever experienced at the Ranch.

But she couldn’t bring herself to say it. “No. It’s not a hard limit.”

“Then you’re going to wear a diaper for the rest of the day. I’ll bring a couple extras with me in case you need to be changed later.”

“I can’t go to the library in a diaper. Please, it’s too embarrassing.”

“My naughty Little Lizzie. I have no intention of allowing you to spend the day in the library, unsupervised.”

“You don’t?” It should have been a relief. But something about his tone of voice told her the worst was still to come.

“No. Naughty babies don’t get such freedoms. You’re going to sit at Daddy’s desk while he teaches the rest of his classes. If you need to potty, you can use your diaper and Daddy will take you to the bathroom to change you afterward.”

There it was. Fuck.

“Samuel, please.” Her voice was barely a whisper. “I won’t ever lie to you again, I swear.”

“I certainly hope not. And we can discuss that particular issue in more depth once we get home. And I hope for your sake that you are in a much better headspace by then, or else it’s going to be a very long night for you. Now, lie down on the couch so Daddy can get these Big girl panties off his naughty Little girl’s bottom.”

CHAPTER 18

If it was possible to actually die from embarrassment, she was certain she was at Death’s door as she forced herself to the couch and laid down. She couldn’t even bear to look at Samuel’s face as he undressed her, so she covered her face with her hands.

“I don’t wanna wear a diaper!” The words came out as a pitiful, high-pitched whine, humiliating her further.

The irony that she was, indeed, acting like a cranky toddler did not escape her.

“And I did not want to spend my lunch period arguing with a naughty Little girl.”

Well, now she felt guilty on top of mad and embarrassed and a whole host of other emotions. “You didn’t have to be here. Nobody else’s Daddies get called when they’re in trouble.”

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