Page 49 of Learning Little Lizzie

“Director Chambers was only doing as I’d asked him to do. Legs up, Lizzie.”

She was really starting to hate that nickname. But she raised her legs as he’d instructed, unwilling to push her luck any more than she already had. She wasn’t sure how this could get any worse, but she was absolutely certain it could, somehow, and she wasn’t willing to test him to find out.

Soft cotton slid beneath her bottom, and then he was lowering her legs for her. The diaper was surprisingly comfortable and if it weren’t for what it symbolized—that she was no longer a Big girl who could be trusted to care for herself—she thought she might enjoy the feel of it between her legs.

“All right, Lizzie. Time to sit up, baby.”

His hands hooked under her armpits, pulling her up to a sitting position. The thick cotton of the diaper forced her thighs slightly apart, and she felt herself blushing as she tried to get comfortable.

Lowering her hands, she sent her stern-faced guardian a pleading look. “Please, Sir. I promise I’ve learned my lesson. I won’t ever, ever lie to you again.”

“I’m glad to hear that, baby. But you’re still wearing the diaper for the rest of the day.”

“But why? I said I learned my lesson!”

“Lizzie, you should know as well as anyone that a punishment doesn’t end just because a naughty girl says she’s ready for it to end. It ends when her Daddy decides the punishment has done its job.”

“I know but I might actually die if you make me walk around in this stupid thing all day. Do you want me to die? It’s probably a lot of paperwork if a student is humiliated to death on campus.”

Leaning down, he placed a finger under her chin and nudged her head back, his serious eyes boring into hers. “I need you to be one hundred percent honest with me, Eliza. If this is more than you can take, if you need to use your safe word, tell me now. I promise I won’t be mad.”

The only thing more humiliating than being forced to endure this punishment would be admitting that she couldn’t endure it. “I don’t need my safe word.”

“Then the diaper stays on until I’m ready to remove it. Come on, Daddy needs to get to class.”

Taking her hand, he pulled her up from the couch. She took a couple of experimental steps, and nearly broke down and called Red. “Oh my god, I waddle.”

“You do, and you look adorable.” After tucking a stack of diapers into his laptop bag, he hoisted it over his shoulder and held out his hand for her. “Hold Daddy’s hand so you don’t fall.”

“I am not going to fall.” But she took his hand anyway, because she wasn’t entirely convinced she wouldn’t, and the thought of falling on her face in the hallway was even more embarrassing than waddling her way to his classroom.

If there was one silver lining, it was that the bell for the next class rang just as they stepped out of Mr. Chambers’ office. Which meant the halls were nearly empty as they made their way to his classroom, and the few students they passed were in such a hurry they didn’t notice them at all.

On the flip side, it meant his room was packed full of students when they entered. All of whom stopped mid-conversation to look over at her. Heat flooded her face as he led her to his desk and pulled out his chair. The one saving grace in all of this was that her skirt was plenty long enough to cover the diaper, though it did nothing to muffle the sound of plastic rustling with every step she took.

“There are crayons and coloring books in the bottom drawer. Where is your phone?”

“In my bookbag,” she whispered back.

“All right. Ensure it stays there. If I catch you playing on it, I’ll have to put you in the corner, with your skirt tucked up and your diaper on display for everyone to see. Understood?”

Oh god, oh god, oh god. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl. I’ll check on you again after I pass out the quizzes.”

As if being marched into his classroom and forced to sit at his desk with a dozen of her peers watching her with wide-eyed curiosity wasn’t bad enough, now he expected her to color? Like an actual child? In front of everyone?

She’d rather be bored.

Her resolve for that lasted up until he launched into his review of the homework the night before. This class was well above her current level, and he might as well have been speaking gibberish for all she could understand.

Maybe nobody would even notice if she started coloring. Other than a few sneaky glances in her direction, they all seemed riveted by her guardian’s explanations. Maybe they actually liked math?

Weird.

As quietly as she could, she opened the bottom drawer of his desk and pulled out a coloring book and a box of crayons. And bit back a sigh when she realized the coloring books he had available weren’t even the fun adult ones with the wild patterns. They were actual children’s coloring books. Animals and fairytales and other little kid things.

But it was better than sitting there with nothing to do, so she opened the fairytale one and went to work. For a while, she was actually able to tune out the lecture and pretend she wasn’t being punished. Every now and then she would shift in her chair, and the diaper would crinkle, and to her it sounded so incredibly loud she cringed. When she looked up, however, nobody seemed to notice, so she was able to relax and get back to coloring.

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