Prompt: Write about a difficult job
Disclaimer: Many of my ABDL stories are more or less humiliation BDSM with an ABDL element–basically the protagonist is forced into a humiliating situation involving wearing and using diapers and/or acting like a toddler for the pleasure of the reader. These types of stories are fairly common in the genre, from what I’ve seen, but I guess I thought I might let you know in case you were looking for something else.
The teacher paused her lesson as the door opened. In the doorway stood a tiny woman about the size of one of her students. “Excuse me, can I help you?” the tall Amazon teacher said as she sized up the professionally dressed Little with her eyes.
“Yes, yes, ma’am, I’m your new student teacher,” Amelia squeaked.
The teacher gently raised her eyebrows and softened her expression, but her words didn’t match her body language. “They sent me a Little?”
Slowly, the professionally dressed woman approached, nodding her head in reply. The teacher held out her hand. “Do you have any proof that you’re supposed to be in my class?” she asked. The small woman handed the teacher a piece of paper, and the teacher scanned it. “Very well, Amelia, take a seat.”
The Little lady sat in one of the empty desks. The kids were currently doing circle time. She watched as the teacher who still hadn’t introduced herself led the kids in an activity and ignored her. Amelia was sure this was one of those Amazon teachers, the kinds who think that Littles belong in daycare or nurseries, not working adult jobs. She let out a sigh as she listened to the teacher finish her lesson.
The bell rang, and the students were ushered off to breakfast by one of the neighboring teachers, and then Amelia was left alone.
“Sorry about that. I had to get the class started and my kids settled. My name’s Vivian, by the way, and who did you say you were again?” the Amazon teacher held out her hand and Amelia shook it.
“Amelia,” Amelia said.
“Well, Amelia, welcome aboard. Do you know what you’ll be teaching?” Vivian asked.
“I thought I’d start with centers and work with them on some basic counting, and then maybe some math and science,”
Vivian nodded her head in agreement. “It sounds like you know what you’re doing. Perhaps I misjudged you?”
Amelia smiled nervously and clutched her folder. As they were talking, the bell rang signaling the end of the lunch break. The students filed back in and took their seats. Vivian led Amelia to the front of the class. Immediately, the students began chattering. “Is that a Little?”
One of the students’ hands shot up. “Yes, Todd?” Vivian asked.
“Ms. Greentree, is that your new daughter? Why is she dressed like a little woman?” Todd asked.
Amelia looked uncomfortable as Vivian let out a hearty laugh. She then pulled Amelia to a stool in front of the whiteboard and set her down. “Ha ha! No, no, she’s not my new baby; she’s my new helper–she’s going to be teaching my class for a little while.”
“I don’t want to learn things from a baby! Daddy says all Littles are just babies!” one of the students shouted.
Vivian shot him a stern glare. “Bobby, now what have I told you about sizeist language in my classroom? That was uncalled for. Now, apologize to Amelia so that the rest of the class knows not to do what you did!”
The student in the back shuffled in his desk a bit before huffing out a half-hearted “sorry.” Vivian continued to glare at him. “Sorry, what?” she asked. Bobby looked uncomfortable for a minute and then added, “Sorry, Ms. Amelia.” Vivian looked at him and gave a satisfied grin. “Very good.”
Vivian then cast a glance at her Little student teacher. “Okay, they’re all yours!”
Amelia’s throat suddenly became dry. She pulled out her lesson plan portfolio and quickly reviewed her notes. She didn’t want to mess this up. While she was sitting silently looking over her binder, the students started to get restless. After about five minutes, Vivian walked up and whispered, “Is everything okay?”
The Little met Vivian’s eyes with a look of worry. “I-I don’t feel prepared?”
Vivian looked at her student teacher and gave a small sigh and then clicked her tongue a few times in disapproval. “Okay? How about I lead you in a lesson and you can take over and teach it when you’re comfortable?” Amelia nodded her head.
“So, we’ll start with basic addition. Can you tell me what three plus three is?” Vivian asked.
“Six,” Amelia responded.
“Good job!” Vivian praised, “now ask Bobby a question.”
Amelia swallowed hard as she fixed her gaze on the squirmy problem student. “Bobby, can you tell me what four plus four is?” she asked.
“Don’t you know?” Bobby replied. The rest of the class burst into laughter. A corner of Vivian’s lips twitched ever so slightly, indicating that she wanted to join in. She then looked at Amelia who had her head down.
“Oh, come on, Amelia, we know you know the answer. We know you just want Bobby to tell us because he’s trying to get us all distracted by telling jokes,” Vivian said.
“It’s eight,” Amelia said quietly. Vivian looked at Amelia perched on the teacher’s stool and almost on the verge of tears and decided to intervene.
“Okay, kids. Momma’s back now. I’m going to put some problems on the whiteboard, and I want you to solve them as a group. Then, I want you to take out your tablets and complete the work I’ve given you. There are some really challenging ones. I want to see what you do.”
As the lesson was well underway, Vivian noticed that Amelia was in tears. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” Amelia said.
Vivian walked up to the softly crying Little and put a hand on her shoulder. “It’s okay, baby,” she whispered quietly. “It’s okay. We’ll figure out some way to let you teach my class so you can become a teacher someday. How does that sound?”
Amelia quietly nodded her head as she wiped away her tears.
“Good,” Vivian said.