At least any puddles she made would be easier to clean up and I could run back to my room to get a spare pair of undies and a plastic bag. At least my student could have her dignity.
“You did very good, honey.” Her mother praised her. “Just like we practiced.” I didn’t even get to turn around before I was snatched up with one arm and another one jammed a pacifier in my mouth. I tried to spit it out, but the same hand twisted a knob and the rubber teat inflated so that I was gagged.
“MMMMMMMPH!” My screams were little more than mumbles, even with all the linoleum turning the bathroom into an echo chamber.