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Picking up the stack of papers, he turned away from the desk, raising his voice to address the class.

She tried to ignore the growing urgency of her bladder, but the more she tried not to think about it, the more it seemed like that was all she could think about. And the more she thought about it, the worse it became.

Maybe she should just use the diaper. Closing her eyes, she tried to pretend she was on the toilet instead of sitting at his desk. But the thought of pissing herself in front of all these people overwhelmed her. A band of panic tightened around her chest, and for a moment she thought she might actually be having a heart attack.

“Red,” she whispered, her eyes still closed against the waves of disappointment and humiliation flooding her.

But her guardian continued addressing the class. Which meant he hadn’t heard her. Which meant she had to somehow find the courage to say it again. Dragging in a deep breath, she forced the word past her lips.

“Red,” she repeated, louder this time, prying her eyes open to see if he heard her.

He did. Stopping mid-sentence, Samuel whipped around to stare at her, his expression so alarmed it might have been funny if she hadn’t been on the verge of a full blown panic attack. “What was that? What did you say?”

“RED!” Now she screamed it, a sob bursting free as she covered her face with her hands. “Red, Red, Red, please, Daddy, I can’t do this!”

“Class dismissed,” Samuel snapped a moment before his arms came around her, lifting her up from her seat. “Shhh, baby. It’s okay. Daddy’s got you. Do you need me to take you to the bathroom or can you make it home?”

“H-home. Please.”

“Okay. Okay, baby. We can go home.”

CHAPTER 19

“Eliza? What’s wrong? Why did you call Red? What’s going on?” Kylie Nichols blocked his path to the door of his classroom and Samuel had to remind himself she was just worried.

Worried, because her best friend had just screamed her safe word and was now crying so hard her entire body was shaking.

He was pretty fucking worried, too.

“She’ll be okay, Kylie. I’ll take care of her.”

“Take care of her?” Kylie’s voice turned shrill. “You’re the one who did this to her! Look at her! She never cries like that!”

Anger bubbled up in his chest, but he knew it was misplaced so he forced it back down as he addressed her. “I appreciate your concern, Kylie, but I’m her Daddy. I promise I am doing what’s best for her. Give me a little time to get her calmed down and I’ll have Lizzie call you so you can see for yourself.”

Kylie still looked doubtful, and he couldn’t blame her. “Okay… one hour and if I don’t hear from her, I’m calling Master Derek.”

“Make it two, and that sounds entirely fair.”

“Deal.”

She moved out of the way and he hurried down the hall, Lizzie still sobbing in his arms. It was too far to walk with her in this state, so he snagged a golf cart and gently placed her on the front seat.

“Are you sure you don’t want to potty first, baby?”

“N-no,” she choked out, once again covering her face with her hands. “Wanna g-go h-home.”

“All right. Home it is.”

He pushed the little cart as fast as he dared. And the entire way, Lizzie kept her hands over her face, weeping as though her heart was breaking.

When they finally made it up to the apartment, he carried her straight to his bathroom, peeling the diaper from her and guiding her to the toilet as quickly as he was able. No sooner than she sat down, came the sound of her bladder releasing.

But to his growing concern, her crying didn’t ease even a fraction. And, perhaps even more worrisome, she didn’t fight him one bit as he cleaned her up and carried her to his bed.

“Baby, baby, baby. What’s wrong? Why are you still crying?”

“I l-let you down!” she wailed, burying her face into his shoulder.

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