Page 50 of Learning Little Lizzie

She was halfway done with the first page when a shadow fell over the desk and she looked up to find Samuel smiling down at her. “You’re being very good for Daddy,” he murmured, leaning over to press a kiss to her forehead before he picked up a stack of papers from the desk. “Don’t forget to drink your water. Where’s your bottle?”

Even though it was, technically, a water bottle and not a baby bottle, her cheeks still heated with embarrassment at his question. “In my bookbag.”

“Drink up, and we’ll refill it after class. Do you need anything else?”

My phone. To get this stupid diaper off. To go home. But since she had a feeling all of those requests would be met with disappointment or worse, a scolding, she shook her head. “No, Sir.”

“Good girl. I’ll check in with you again in a bit.”

The rest of class went by without much fuss. She finished her water as instructed, and beamed at his praise when he took the empty bottle from her to refill. A couple of the students who she knew but didn’t hang out with regularly stopped by to chat after class ended. To her immense relief none of them even questioned why she was there or why she was coloring instead of doing her own homework, which went a long way toward relieving her embarrassment over the situation.

His next class trickled in as he was writing out new problems on the board. Kylie stepped into the room, her eyes going wide when she spotted Eliza.

“What’s going on? Are you okay?” she asked in a loud whisper that had other students glancing their way with open curiosity.

“I’m fine. I’ll tell you later.”

“Text me?”

“Um. I don’t know if I can. I got my phone taken away.”

Shaking her head, Kylie let out a disappointed sigh. “How much trouble are you in?”

“A lot. Like, a lot. I really messed up, Ky.”

Now that she’d had plenty of time to think, she could admit how wrong she’d been. She should have been honest when Samuel had asked her about her other assignments, and she should have just owned up to forgetting instead of trying to copy Reese’s homework. Professor Remington would have let her make up the assignment, even if he would have docked a couple of points for being late.

And she sure as hell shouldn’t have been such a brat to Samuel and Mr. Chambers. She owed them both an apology, if she could make herself actually say the words out loud.

The bell rang again and Kylie hurried to her seat, though class being in session didn’t stop her from shooting worried glances Eliza’s way during the homework review. Eliza did her best to ignore her friend and focused on choosing a new picture to color.

Class was nearly over when disaster struck. Her bladder, which had already been making its needs known at the end of the last class, was becoming more insistent. She’d stopped drinking her water, but the longer she sat there, the more urgent her need became and even her embarrassment over the rustling of her diaper couldn’t keep her still.

Samuel approached the desk to pick up another stack of quizzes, a knowing smile playing on his lips. “You’re being very squirmy, little one. Do you need to potty?”

Even though he’d lowered his voice enough that no one could hear him, she couldn’t stop herself from glaring up at him. “Do you have to ask it that way?”

“Yes,” he replied simply. “Now, do you have to potty, Lizzie? Be honest with Daddy.”

“Oh my god, yes. May I please go to the bathroom?”

“Absolutely. Let me know when you’ve gone and I’ll take you somewhere private to change your diaper.”

No, no, no. Absolutely not. Wearing the diaper was one thing. Using it was another thing altogether. “Please let me go like a Big girl. I promise I’ve learned my lesson.”

“You may use the bathroom like a Big girl when you’ve proven to me you know how to behave like one. Until then, you will use your diaper like the naughty baby you chose to be.”

“I didn’t choose this.”

“Maybe not this, exactly, but you chose to lie to me and you chose to act out instead of admitting you were naughty. Now your choices have been taken from you until you show Daddy you can be trusted to make better ones. And a good choice right now would be using your diaper instead of holding in your pee and giving yourself an infection.”

“I can’t. Please, I really don’t think I can.” She hated that she could feel tears building up again.

“Do you need your safe word?”

Yes, yes, yes! “No. I’m not… it’s not… It’s just embarrassing.”

“All right.” Was it her imagination or did he actually sound a little disappointed? “Then you have until the end of class to wet your diaper.”

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