Becoming The Teacher's Pet Ch. 05

Oh crap, thinks Amy looking down at 4 pairs of panties laid neatly across the coffee table. The lacy, delicate items a stark contrast from her current underwear (my little pony with pink trim). "I don't know where those came from Mommy." Cursing herself for not picking a better hiding spot.

"Oh really?" Replies Claire sarcastically rolling her eyes before getting serious, "So I didn't find these wedged behind your dresser? Because if I recall correctly, I locked these away when you moved in, along with the rest of your big girl panties."

Amy couldn't deny that, vividly remembering the smirk on Claire's face when she locked away her favorite lingerie in favor of her own assortment. Which made it all the more satisfying that she managed to keep a few pairs hidden away during the move. What's the point of being a little girl if you had to make things easy?

"And these." She continues, hooking the lacy green number on the end, hoisting it to eye level. "Are soaked through and through." Before letting the wet fabric fall with a soft plop.

Yet another undeniable statement, having only shoved that particular pair behind her dresser this morning after a mind shattering orgasm, or rather 3 of them.

But the question now is should she double down and lie? Or tell the truth?

Lie. Definitely lie.

"I have n-." She starts before immediately being cut off.

"And don't think for one second about lying little girl."

Well.... so much for plan A, sometimes it was like her Mommy could read her mind. Trapped with no hope of rescue Amy has no choice, she murmurs quietly under her breath in a desperate attempt to delay the inevitable only to be met with a hard smack to her thighs.

"Speak clearly and enunciate," demands Claire dusting off a line from her teaching days.

Shocked by the impact she blurts out, "I kept them hidden and have been using them to masturbate without you knowing!" her eyes clamped shut the words flying out of her mouth at Mach 5.

Claire was actually a little impressed. Amelia had always been so timid during her school days, As far as schemes go this one was not bad. Her rapid progress embracing her little side has been astounding, but that doesn't mean she can break the rules, not one bit. "Young lady!" her voice booming as she stands up from the couch looking down at her partner. Claire knew what her little girl craved, what she needed deep down and who was she to deny that. "I can't believe you would pull such a stunt after I caught you fiddling with yourself in the corner your first night here," enjoying the blush splashed across her girlfriends face, being reminded of that little incident. "Just what do you have to say for yourself?"

Amy pouts indignantly, "It's not that big of a deal." Crossing her arms defiantly huffing, knowing full well this is her Mommy's most sacred rule.

Claire scowls giving Amy a look that could cut diamond, "Do you want to try that again?"

Amy simply replies, "Humph." stomping her foot, turning away sticking her nose in the air dismissing Claire entirely before starting to walk away.

Oh. No. She. Did. Not

Before two steps can be made Amy snarls, her body jerking forward awkwardly dancing on the tips of her toes. Claire had lifted her up by her panties, yanking them hard dividing her chubby bottom into two perfect orbs. "AMEILA ELIZABETH JACOBS," she shouts "I have had it up to here with your sass!" Wrenching the fabric even deeper between her cheeks before letting her feet touch the floor. "Now you get that butt upstairs! NOW!"

Amy quickly scampers up the stairs unsuccessfully picking at the fabric lodged in her tush before slamming her bedroom door shut.

Pinching the bridge of her nose Claire sighs, "Oh what am I going to do with that girl." before letting out a hearty chuckle.

Inside the safety of her room Amy can't help but feel a little guilty. She hadn't intended to that bratty but God Claire was asking for it after bringing up her previous misadventures with masturbation. It was bad enough she made her fold like a deck of cards but did she really need to bring that up? Turning her bottom towards the mirror examining the damage to her underwear. She never could quite figure out her girlfriend's fascination in yanking panties up her butt as she tried to pick them out.

Knock-knock!

The sudden noise makes Amy jolt causing her underwear to dig itself deeper into her bottom. "Come in." she mutters knowing she's about the face the music.

Claire can't help but grin walking into the room to the sight of Amy trying to dig her underwear out of her voluptuous bottom.

"Did you need to wedgie me so much like jeeeez?"Rankled Amy her eyes shooting daggers.

Now if the little brat had showed an ounce on contrition, Claire might have gone a little easy on her, she's not totally evil. But that much sass after everything has totally sealed her fate now.

"Did I yank them up to high? Here let me help with that sweetie." Claire circles behind her then swiftly yanks her panties down around her ankles.

"CLLLLLLAAAAAAIIIIIIRRRRREEEE!" Squeals Amy her face flushing red. Despite the dozens of times it's happened Amy can't help but feel a wave embarrassment anytime Claire takes her panties down.

"Oh quit your fussing chubby cheeks," pinching the aforementioned body part.

"THEY ARE NOT CHUBBY!" Turning on the spot to give her mommy a piece of her mind her ankles get twisted up in her panties and she falls forward into Claire's chest.

Catching her before she hits the ground Claire coos softly "You have the chubbiest little cheeks in all the land peanut and you know it." Burying her head deep into Claire's chest Amy's heart is pounding, Claire has never teased her this hard about her body before. Filling her with so many mixed emotions from her youth that confuse her to no end, but what confuses her most of all is why she was smiling so damn hard.

Claire however knew exactly what was happening, Amy isn't the first person to fetishize a trauma, simple pet names flustered her so much, this however is unexplored territory and the need to tread lightly was vital in case a misstep unravels all Amy's progress. "Oh come on peanut you can't hid that precious face from me." Sliding her hands to her sides an onslaught of tickles are unleashed, followed by a barrage of giggles and fidgeting in her Mama's arms, "We both know you have the most adorably chubby cheeks in the whole wide world," smacking the left one hard making the flesh ripple. "See, undeniable proof these are the chubbiest cheeks a Mama could ask for," leaning in close she growls in her ear. "And I fucking love it."

Finally mustering up the courage to look up, Amy's lip wobbles, "Y-y-you d-do?" Waves of humiliation wash over Amy, the combination praise and ridicule is almost too much to bear, she wants it to stop, but the growing dampness between her legs says otherwise.

"I adore every inch of you, but that doesn't mean your getting out of your punishment little girl," Softly but firmly with an air of finality she adds, "Your grounded young lady."

"W-wh-what?" Amy's heart is beating into her ears now. She had never been grounded before, like ever. Sent to her room once or twice but never grounded. The prospect frightening her just a little. "But, but I don't wanna be grounded." She whines.

"Well tough," Claire replies sternly "You should have thought of that before you decided to be a little sneak," taking her by the wrist Claire pulls Amy toward the change table in the corner of her room, leftover from Claires professional work.

Realizing their destination Amy digs her heels in the carpet, "Wait! We never discussed diapers before!" she squeals, the panties getting caught around her legs making her efforts futile.

"That's because you were a big girl before, not a panty soaking little baby, now weren't you," She mercilessly taunts.

"But that was from playing with myself!" Blushing scarlet, her argument gaining no traction against Claire's scolding.

With one final yank Amy is thrust forward the room a blur. Claire spins her around making her panties twist around her ankles before being abruptly pushed onto the change table.

"And you've been telling lies to me for weeks, so how do I know you're telling the truth now?"

Thwarted by her own lies Amy had no response but to attempt getting up, only to be held gently in place. "Peanut," Claire calmly continues "Actions have consequences. You've stolen lied and have broken multiple rules these last few weeks."

Arching her brow curiously "I never stole anything, their MY panties," She huffs crossing her arms like a sullen child.

Placing a palm between her thighs "And they were MY orgasm's," Claire corrected, softly grinding her hand into Amy's eager pussy. "Your orgasms are mine peanut." Rhythmically slipping her hand back and forth against the needy mound, "Or did you forget little girls need to earn their release?" Pushing her hips upward Amy cant help but moan, she didn't forget, she just didn't care, although it's doubtful Claire will accept that excuse.

Slowing down her ministrations Claire continues, "Because a former honor roll student should be able to remember that little fact." A mocking smile spread across her lips before increasing her tempo, "I know I taught you better then that." Sliding a finger inside Claire purrs, "I'm going to spend the weekend educating you properly," slowly inserting a second finger. "Bedtimes, pacifiers," leaning over she whispers in Amy's ear, "And don't forget about diapers." Beckoning her fingers forward, tormenting her little rule breaker.

A familiar mixture of indignation and excitement overwhelmed her. Bucking her hips uncontrollably Amy can't stop thinking of the diaper, of people teasing and laughing. The humiliation of being treated like a helpless baby, the very idea was making her slip over the edge. Her breathing deepened, gripping the table for dear life she can't stop herself gasping for air, spasming over Claire's fingers. Her pussy gripping them like a vice until she was moaning, practically wailing, arching her back writhing in pleasure dousing her partner with sweet nectar. Her screams deafening then. Silence. Save for a slow but steady drip trickling between her thighs.

Panting, desperately failing to catch her breath the reality of what just transpired slowly creeping up on her. Quickly rolling over, Amy curls herself into a ball. Her entire body glowing crimson in pure embarrassment. Unable to steady herself she can't even begin to pick apart how she's feeling right now. Conflicting emotions swirling within threatening to overwhelm her.

"Sweetie," Says Claire running the tips of her fingers gently up and down Amy's legs, her soft grey eyes brimming with warmth. "Did my little chubby cheeks have an accident?" Leaning over kissing the tip of her nose before launching an assault of affectionate tickles. "Mama asked you a question silly goose." Her fingers skimming along Amy's sides.

Claire's teasing is filling her with this incredible, nearly unbearable joy that she can't help but smile. Shyly covering her face with her hands she's more confused then ever, having spent half her life avoiding this sort of ridicule. Peaking out from under her fingers she sees Claire expecting her reply, but all she can do is whimper and squeak.

Holding a hand up to her ear playfully she declares, "Was that a mouse squeaking? Or a little girl? I can't quite tell."

Inhaling deeply Amy manages to pull her hands away. Barely able to whimper, "Yes." before immediately hiding her face once more, her entire body is buzzing with pleasure she still didn't understand.

"Yes you did, didn't you?" Claire replies dragging her teasing fingers down to untangle the panties wrapped around Amy's ankles, dropping them to the floor before then unfurling a soft white crinkly diaper. "You won't be wearing panties anytime soon you can count on that."

"I-I won't?" Asks Amy timidly, once again able to peak behind her finger, unconsciously lifting her bottom transfixed on her new underwear.

"No," says Claire resolutely. "Things are going to be a little different until your grounding is up." Sliding the diaper under Amy, a hesitant look creeping onto her face, covering her eyes once again Amy can feel Claire's deft hands making quick work of their task. Before she knows it Claire is tugging her wrists up to the table corners, her eyes still firmly shut.

She doesn't fight back, not even a little. She doesn't want to make any choices right now. Opening her eyes, her wrists immobilized in a soft fur cuffs, her captivity making the buzzing intensify a thousand fold.

Exhaling deeply Claire says, "For the weekend, no safe words, you're going to be my little baby and that's final." No other explanation, just anxious anticipation of her little girl's response.

If Amy was buzzing before she's practically exploding now, it's as if Claire was reading her mind knowing just what she needed. But by the look on her face it was like she waiting for Amy's permission to take away the last shred of her independence. It was serious play they've never delved into, but Amy would do anything to keep feeling this way, tentatively nodding her head, "O-Ok Mama."

Visibly relaxing Claire smiles, "I'm going to take such good care of you I promise." Trying to reassure herself more than anything, this was a huge step for them both.

With a heavy yawn Amy's eyes start to droop. "Mama, Can I have a nap?" She mutters snuggling herself into the padded table, her wrists still snug in there confinement.

"Of course peanut." Leaning down Claire tenderly kisses her forehead then covers her darling baby with a soft fluffy blanket. "We can talk more about this later."

Nodding once more Amy replies, "Okay Mama." Her breathing slowing considerably. Turning off the light Claire quietly tiptoes to the door when Amy squeaks out, "Love you."

Freezing on the spot, it feels like a truck hit her square in the chest, turning quickly Amy is sound asleep a huge grin plastered across her face. Claire's eyes water and her lips begin to quiver. It takes all her strength to make it outside the room before she bursts into tears. It had been so long since anyone said that to her and have it matter so much. After Rachel, after everything that happened back then.

She was grateful Amy was asleep, she hated people seeing her cry. Regaining her composure she contemplates waking Amy up and telling her just how much she loves her but decides against it, doubting she will even remember saying it. That was fine really; Amy means a lot to her and this shouldn't be how they tell each other their feelings, there was a better time and place for that.

Like after her next diaper change.