Other Fetishes

Frankly I think Harley imagines herself as a future Kim, except Kim is much more capable of working with the vibes her "little" gives her in the moment, as opposed to just imposing her will on them, which is pretty much ALL the energy Harley gives off. 

James was so embarrassed as she cooed at him sing song voice.. He just wanted to get this over with least he was being closer with her.. He finally got the attention from her that he’s been craving!  “Stop and get diapers where am I going and I’m not a baby I’m not wearing diapers!” He yelled this has gone too far!  Once she was done dressing him  He was still mad  “I’m not a baby I’m not wearing diapers and i’m going home!” He was mad how could she think he’s a baby!  “I’m a man!” He said voice shaking like he was trying to convince himself more than her.     

Chapter 9: Crossing Lines   The next class and office hours crept by faster for the rest of the day. She made sure to drink a second coffee to keep her awake in grading homework from her second class and reviewing her emails. She looked to the time, seeing 6PM was only thirty minutes away.  She felt another blush creep up her neck at the idea of discussing the paper and conversation she was dreading, yet she had a busy day that required her full attention to finish up before leaving. Since her meeting was the last of the day on a Friday, she wanted to make sure she finalized her week and prepared for the next Monday she’d be back. She occupied those thirty minutes making sure to send out grades on her homework graded today, then go through her email and answer anything unresolved or questions from students.  Claire had everything wrapped up by 5 minutes before 6, pulling out a copy of Mr. Prescott’s paper and nervously rearranging her desk, cleaning it to occupy more time in anticipation of their meeting.  She could hear her fellow professors walking the halls or closing out for the night early and every passing step made her anxious of Mr. Prescott arriving. Claire checked her phone in idle anticipation, and a knock came to her open door.  Kade Prescott stood there, casually leaning on the door with one hand in his pocket and a unmistakable smirk on his face. It was like there was already an unspoken narrative in his mind and his darkened expression made her feel unsettled. Given, her past few interactions were heated in intensity, yet this one was much different.  Claire realized she was staring for a moment too long before storing her phone in her drawer, “Mr. Prescott, please, close the door and have a seat.”  Kade nodded, closing the door softly and setting his backpack down near the chair, sitting back with his legs slightly spread with a confidence that was unlike his usual persona during lecture hours.  Claire pushed the copy to him, decidedly going to debate him with all the confidence she had left after an exhausting day and ruminating on what she should say, “This is borderline inappropriate and the subject is…” She paused, feeling the intensity of his gaze and a smile playing on his lips, “in a fetish community that’s not within my usual scope of subcultures.” She blinked to his lips and humor flickering in his eyes as he stayed silent, thinking over his response.  “Hm. Professor Grimmer, can you explain to me why it’s inappropriate? And, it’s a subculture, isn’t it?” Kade asked, leaning forward from his relaxed posture, propping up his elbows on his knees so his fingers brushed his full lips like he was confused.  Claire felt a heat simmer underneath her skin, knowing her damn cheeks were probably betraying her as she visibly swallowed, “It has sexual context in some situations.” She opened the paper, highlights on the sexual references, “This isn’t part of professional writing and-” She paused, her brain scrambled on how to explain, feeling like she was suddenly walking herself in circles, “if sexual content is said, there should  be an explicit-“ He cut her off, pointing to one of the paragraphs, “I made sure it contains an explicit academic justification paragraph, Professor Grimmer. See, it’s right there.” His fingers tapped, as if further showing her as if she didn’t read the whole thing. "Even so, Mr. Prescott, the explicit nature of some of your examples crosses the line into inappropriate content that, in my professional opinion, in unnecessary to even quote." She flipped to page four, where he had quoted directly from a conversation between community members. The words: "Daddy will have to put you in thicker diapers if you can't control yourself." jumped out at her, making her heart race with recognition. The phrasing was uncomfortably similar to something she had written on her LittleScribbler chapter post just last month. Kade watched her reaction with unsettling intensity with a purposeful pause, "I find it interesting that you recognize those phrases as explicitly sexual, Professor." His voice dropped lower, eyes still holding hers, "Many would read them as merely infantilizing, unless they were familiar with the subtext." Claire's mouth went dry, "As an educator, I'm familiar with many subcultures and their linguistics," she said stiffly, but the words sounded hollow even to her own ears as she continued, "That doesn't make this appropriate academic content." "I understand," Kane said, nodding thoughtfully. "But I wonder if your discomfort comes from the content itself... or recognition." He reached for his bag, extracting a folder of his own, "I did additional research that didn't make it into the final paper. I thought you might find it interesting." Claire's hand froze mid-air as he placed the folder on her desk and opened it to reveal printed pages of stories. Her stories. From the ABDL forum where she posted anonymously as Littlescribbler. Her username was highlighted in yellow at the top of each page, with particular passages underlined in red. Passages she had written late at night, alone in her apartment, never imagining they would be spread before her in her professional space. Her mind raced in thoughts for a moment, face becoming hot, so fucking hot, as she stared unblinkingly.  "Where did you get these?" she whispered, unable to maintain her professional tone as panic flooded her system. Kade's expression remained calm, almost sympathetic, "The same place you posted them, Professor." He turned another page, revealing more of her writing. "Your work is quite respected in the community. Your character development, the emotional authenticity... many find it deeply relatable." Claire's vision blurred at the edges. The walls of her carefully constructed double life were collapsing around her. She gripped the edge of her desk, knuckles white with tension. "What do you want?" The question escaped her lips in a hush before she could stop herself, the immediate assumption being blackmail. Her career, her reputation, everything she'd worked for hung in the balance of this moment. Kade closed the folder slowly, his movements deliberate, “I’m not here to threaten you or expose who you are.” He said in a genuine voice as she met his knowing gaze, “I would like to propose something that would be equally beneficial for both parties.”  She stuttered, her mind racing and she felt like the floor was falling, “So, in the simplest terms... a form of blackmail? Where you want a better grade in exchange you don’t tell anyone?” She swallowed in anger, another thought flicking through her head. "I'm here because we've been talking for months, and I think it's time we were honest with each other." Claire felt as though the floor had dropped from beneath her. "What are you saying?" But she already knew, a terrible certainty of who sat before her forming in her mind. Kade maintained steady eye contact as he leaned forward, his presence suddenly filling the small office, "I know who you are, Claire," he said, using her first name for the first time. The familiarity sent an unexpected shiver down her spine, "Just as you now know who I am." He paused, the moment suspended between them like a thread about to snap, "DaddyDominant24." A blush rose to her cheeks, the shock hitting her system and so many questions bubbling. One that immediately made her angry, realizing what this student could have done, “So, was this all a... a game to you?" Her eyes suddenly becoming watery through her anger, "Did you know this whole semester who I was?” Her gut feeling the punch of someone like him that she had feelings for using her for their own academic gain.  He shook his head with a hurt yet honest look, “No, of course not. It was a real… relationship. I meant everything I said and genuinely enjoyed our roleplay.” He paused on saying relationship, not knowing any other word to describe what they had, “I didn’t know until last Friday when I came into your office. I saw your bracelet, had never noticed it before and then I saw your profile picture. I put the two together.” Kade said slowly, letting her soak in his honest words, hoping she knew he was being completely genuine. Claire gulped, feeling suddenly hot from remembering all their conversations and connecting it all to this man’s face. No, student’s face… yet in their roleplay he was her daddy. God, her brain was so flustered it didn’t know how to even process this revelation! Kade had only sat back for the few moments that she'd looked lost, watching her with practiced patience to allow her to think.  She finally spoke, “So, then, what exactly do you want or expect from telling me this?”  Kade’s gaze darkened as he leaned forward, his elbows on his knees again as he said, “To continue our role play... in real life.”  Claire blinked three times. One blink for surprise, the next in consideration and the third blink bringing her back to reality, “That’s unethical and breaking our student teacher relationship. I… can’t.”  Kade smirked, “Why can’t you? I graduate in two months, then we can continue openly exploring whatever this is.” He motioned between them. Claire shook her head, her professional mask trying to maintain it’s hold on her, “You may not graduate in two months and I’m not going to budge on my grading just because of, well, whatever this is.” She finally acknowledged the forming relationship and their online chats.  Kade shook his head, “That’s not what I’m after. I’ve accepted my scholarship loss and possible summer school. That doesn't mean I’m not determined to still make it in your class.” He paused, shrugging, “I’d like a tutor and I could use additional help. So, my proposition is your mentorship to improve and we continue our relationship in role play discrete in real life.” Claire’s mouth watered and her stomach was doing dolphin flips at the implications of being caught within this. But why did that make her feel excited and not terrified?  Claire shook her head, “I… tutoring I could perhaps do, but, this is already... overwhelming.” Yet, she didn’t want to say no. She couldn’t pull herself to just cut it off. Claire had just spent the week worrying about this daddy dominant that understood her at her core. Was she going to give that opportunity away?  She opened and closed her mouth a few times before saying, “I need to think this over.” She said in a husky, breathless voice.  “I understand, Claire.” She blinked at the delight in hearing her name from his more dominant, confident tone he held suddenly. She wondered how she’d feel by hearing his praise or phrases she’d only imagined by chat. He continued, eyes watching her contemplatively, “Can I invite you to coffee tomorrow to discuss further? I’m not trying to convince you into something that you don’t consent to. I’m still the same person you met 4 months ago online. I care and I’d like to hear your boundaries and expectations if you decide to go forward with this... If you decide to accept, that is.”  He paused, debating saying more, then just saying it, “When I first found out, I was upset with you and between leaving this whole thing. The fact that you’ve degraded and humiliated me in front of the class, made me feel incompetent this entire semester, yet at night I was the one in control and that made me feel alive.”  “I thought about it this whole week, about you… And I can’t imagine not seeing whatever this is through. You need me more than you’d like to admit and I need you in more ways I’d like to admit. On top of that, if we spent extra time together, I’d like to spend some of that time to improve my writing.” He gave her a sincere look, abashed of his admittance of his shortcoming, “I need a tutor and have hired, but their advice and help failed me my first paper in your class. I’m a creative writer at heart and struggle with this, more than I care to admit.”  Claire listened to him, hearing his words and the genuine, kindness and care that she felt across their messaging. Seeing it online was one thing but hearing it in his deeper voice with sincerity was a new level. From seeing him in this conversation, she was taken aback by this new side that was charming, attractive, considerate and his dominant tone made her want to squirm, yet she held strong and kept frozen in her seat. Claire hesitated before nodding, “Sure-” She sighed with a pause, “on the condition we go somewhere thirty minutes from campus.” His green eyes bounced in happiness of her words, “But, this doesn’t mean I’m agreeing to anything... yet. This is dangerous. We could both lose things. We’d have to conduct any public appearance as a mentor and student. Nothing suggestive of anything else.” She said quickly, gulping at the adrenaline coursing through her at this conversation she'd never thought she'd have with a student. She felt dirty, gross in some way; however, she couldn't resist the curiosity. She needed to hear more and think this through in full, although the easiest answer could have been 'no' right then and there.  “Understood.” He said with a wickedly handsome smile showing his canines. A smile she hadn’t seen from Kade Prescott since he entered her classroom. He added, “However, just know that if you do choose to agree to roleplay in private, I still plan to pay you back in being strict the way you’ve been this semester.” He paused, eyes flickering with a feral intensity that conveyed she’d be in trouble, yet his look only made a warmth travel down to her lower abdomen, “Something tells me you’d like that though.” He tilted his head, humor flickering in his eyes in a knowing smirk. Claire felt pleasurable tingling in her bones from his words as she let down her professional mask, blushing and biting her lip, “Fair enough.” She nodded to the paper, “I’m still going to request you to rewrite your paper on another subculture and I’ll grade the new one. We can discuss it over coffee tomorrow too, if you’d like help.”  Kade licked his lips, “And you’re just asking for me to be stricter, hm?” He asked, before gathering his papers and placing them in his folder before zipping his bag. She felt her blush spread downwards, making her lower abdomen feel an unwelcomed tingle. He went to the door, turning before leaving, “10AM at Greenwood Roastery?”  Claire nodded, gathering her own items to close out for the day, “We’ll discuss your next paper there. I’ll see you then, Prescott.” She said, her professional tone switching in.  He smiled widely again, opening the door, “Thanks, Professor Grimmer. See you then.”  Claire sat back with a sigh, wondering if she had made the worst or best decision of her life. Claire was too smart for her own good and knew exactly what she was doing. There had been a part of her that was worn out of playing by the rules, trying to prove to her parents and everyone she was chasing an impossible standard of perfection for some time now. The conversation with Kade only somehow summoned another facet of herself that hid underneath her stone cold professor surface. A new, rebellious part of her stirred and had tempted her with a decision that could change her future forever. Whether that tarnish it or she could get away with this unscathed, her desire to chase her fantasies was far greater than her care at the moment of her future. It was the stupidest idea, yet, for once, Claire was deciding against logic and harnessing her power of choice to do what she wanted for once in her goddamn life.  It felt freeing. It felt right... for her and no one else's perception of what she should be or do, even if it was against everything she'd stood for in ethics at her university. With Kade, she could finally be her... the real her. The version of her that didn't need to prove anything and could be raw, unfiltered. Without or, well, preferably with some restraints but only those inflicted by her daddy. This was the only chance she had and, in that moment before closing out for the night, she decided to go forward without holding back her true self with him, knowing her whole career may go up in flames by that alone and accepting that possibility. Claire Grimmer was perhaps one of the best, youngest and most cunning professors the school could have; however, perhaps she was morally grey and shouldn't be in the profession if she truly considered this possible relationship. That one thought may force her to reconsider everything she thought her future would look like, and that was a hard pill to swallow that she'd decide to sort on another day as she walked to her car, going home with hundreds of thoughts swirling in her mind.  

Well 2 steps forward and 1 step back or is it 1 step forward and 2 steps back….something tells me Paul is in for another fall when he realizes that the babying he is getting is not just a temporary thing that he is not just going to bounce back to normal and be able to move on with his life after a few weeks of being cared for.  I think seeing Ellie manage her diabetes so easily gave him a false picture.  I don’t think he caught that she had been dealing with it since childhood and had spent years learning how to handle it and be able to make a life despite her illness. Though it l sounds like his parents are aware of what he might be thinking and will be ready for when he realizes the truth.  Harley still gives me iffy vibes that she is hiding something..and I think Bryan is starting to pick up that something seems off… 🤔 A beautiful chapter and I love the interaction between Paul and Ellie…hopefully there will be more  moments with her or that he builds the courage to tell her about his own health issues… can’t wait to find out how Harley does on her own and if she is a good fit for Paul…❤️💕💕💕❤️

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