Published: June 16th 2022, 12:01:01 pm
Cheyenne's head spun as she sat there on the floor, wearing only her PJ top and a soggy diaper, eyes red from crying, looking around to see all of Kendra's friends staring and whispering to one another and taking pictures of her.
This was it, she told herself. This was the last straw. She didn't care what Rachel said, this was going too far... She didn't see how this was supposed to help them at all. Sure, it would help Kendra, because her friends were never going to forget this, would talk for years about how thoroughly she'd pulled one over on her mother, turning her into this... But Cheyenne had never done anything even close to this to Kendra when she was younger... Had she? She couldn't think of any...
"Kendra," she said through gritted teeth, "this party is over. I want you to..."
"I think you're right," Kendra interrupted her. "I gave you a chance, and all you did was act like a giant brat. The party is over... for you. But, if you've taught me anything, it's that bad behavior needs to be punished right away, so the little one associates the two in their mind."
Cheyenne couldn't deny that; she rarely had given Kendra more than a smack or two on the bottom, but those were largely delivered right after a tantrum, or some other fit the girl threw at a store. Other times, she'd made the girl stand in the corner while she finished shopping, in sight of her, of course, and also of anyone else passing by, who no doubt recognized the sight of a naughty child straight away.
"It wasn't my fault!" Cheyenne insisted. "You know it wasn't my fault!"
"Nothing ever is, is it?" Kendra grinned at her, throwing one of her mother's favorite phrases back at her. Whenever Kendra attempted to give an excuse, she'd pull that one out, as a way to try to get her to take responsibility for her own actions... To be fair, maybe, especially as she got older, Cheyenne might not have given her enough of a chance to prove that it wasn't her fault, assuming automatically that it was...
In this case, however, obviously it wasn't Cheyenne's! And even if, by some stretch of the imagination, it had been, it was only because Kendra had triggered her, regressed her into a little girl! She couldn't help herself at that point!
"Kendra," Cheyenne narrowed her eyes, pulling herself to her feet as intimidatingly as she could - which wasn't saying much, given what she was wearing, "You are going to send your friends home right now, and we are going to have a talk about... Hey!"
To her surprise, Kendra grabbed her by the wrist, yanking her over to Ethan's usual chair, sitting down in it and dragging her over her lap. "Kendra, no!" she barked, though the anxious squeak she heard in her voice certainly made it less intimidating, despite her best efforts. "Kendra, don't you dare!"
"Oh, but, Mommy," Kendra grinned, giving the woman's padded seat a pat, "I do dare. And I dare when you aren't even little Chey."
Cheyenne's cheeks warmed as she wriggled helplessly across her daughter's legs. That did make this far more humiliating... She knew who Kendra was, that this wasn't what was meant to be happening... She knew that, if anything, she ought to be doing this to Kendra, for what she'd been doing to her lately, therapy or not, yet here she was, feet kicking as she frantically tried to escape the inevitable. "Kendra!" she squealed, hearing the partygoers giggle at her fear and anticipation before...
Whap! "Oww!" Cheyenne wailed, reaching back to rub her bottom. "That hurt!" It really had, too, far more than she would have expected, both coming from Kendra, and through the bulk of the diaper. She was pretty sure her diaper was a little warmer now, and wetter, the contact having made her wet herself a bit, genuinely. She had only given Kendra a proper spanking a couple times, at most, and only when she'd truly deserved it, though now she regretted even those, if this was what it had felt like. And she'd been an adult, doing it to a child! "K-Kendra, I..."
When she twisted to look at her daughter, however, she saw that the girl was holding a heavy, wooden hairbrush, which definitely explained some things. "Kendra!" she glared at her, just in time for her anger to turn to fear when Kendra gave it another swing, landing it hard against the seat of Cheyenne's diaper. There had been time to brace herself, to prepare, but that didn't do much to mitigate the pain spreading through her backside, tears springing to her eyes.
"Y-You can't do that!" Cheyenne whimpered.
"I can't do what, Mommy?" Kendra asked, pressing the back of the hairbrush against the rear of Cheyenne's diaper, rubbing it in a slow circle before quickly pulling it back and smacking it back down, Cheyenne jumping at the sudden pop. "How are you going to stop me?"
"I-I never spanked you with a hairbrush!" Cheyenne sniffled. "It's not fair!"
"Would you rather have this?" Kendra inquired, giving her another spank, Cheyenne wincing, sure she could feel her bottom swelling, turning pink, beneath her diaper. "Or should I pull this diaper down and spank you with my hand?"
That was her choice?! Cheyenne groaned, craning her neck up to see all Kendra's friends, watching her, bemused. Maybe it was a mercy, Kendra not automatically taking her diaper away, leaving her half naked in front of them... It certainly didn't feel like one now, though.
"Which is it?" Kendra teased, leaning in closer. "Tell me, Mommy... Beg me."
Cheyenne squirmed, but it was clear there was no avoiding this, no escape... "C-Can you... spank me with the hairbrush?" she stammered quietly, face burning, as she knew her backside was about to be.
"Of course," Kendra grinned. "I'd be happy to."
Cheyenne might not have had her hypnosis triggered, yet, by the time it was done, she still felt like a little girl, wailing and whimpering in her wet diaper, butt throbbing. There was no resistance when Kendra slid her off her lap, making her get down on all fours and clean the wet spot on the carpet, no attempt to tell the real story... Anyone who hadn't seen it probably assumed she actually had leaked, and she was in no state to refute that now.
She was glad to be taken to her room afterwards, changed into a fresh diaper and tucked into bed, with strict orders to stay there until morning. She had no doubt the party was going to rage on, and there was nothing she could do about it, except sniffle and nod and snuggle under the covers.
"Oh," Kendra stopped, almost to the door. "One more thing... Are you mommy's sweet little girl?"
And, suddenly, Chey was back, wiggling uncomfortably in bed. "I-I'm sorry, Mommy," she said earnestly, knowing she'd been a bad girl. "I-I didn't mean to embarrass you in front of all my aunts and uncles!"
"It's all right," Mommy soothed. "You just go to sleep, sweetie. I'll see you in the morning."
Chey really wanted to wake up dry for once, to make her Mommy proud, but, despite how loud everyone was, and how hard that made it to fall asleep, she didn't stand a chance. She woke up wet, again, knowing this one was all her fault, and with a rumbling tummy.
She waited as long as she could, tossing and turning, but, finally, she had to get up, toddling to Mommy's room frantically. She went right past the bathroom, though she knew better than to try to take her diaper off on her own, especially when she saw the hairbrush still sitting on the edge of the sink, and could still very much feel its after-effects on her backside.
"Mommy," she whimpered, tugging at her covers. "Mommy..."
Mommy blinked awake, staring blearily at her. "What are you doing up?" she yawned.
"M-Mommy, I really need..." she squirmed, bouncing in place.
"You know better," Mommy shook her head. "You stay in bed until I get you up. Isn't that right? I don't want you running around by yourself and getting hurt, or wandering off, or..."
"B-But Mommy..!" Chey pouted.
"No," Mommy snapped. "You go back to bed right now, young lady!"
Chey flinched, scurrying away before Mommy got even madder. She waddled past the bathroom forlornly, her stomach churning, a part of her knowing she was more than big enough to go on her own... But she was too scared to try it, and, instead, did as she'd been told, climbing back into bed, waiting, hoping that Mommy would get up in time...
But, of course, she didn't, and Chey's weak muscles were no match for the cramps that soon came. "No!" she squeaked, feeling the warm mush begin to push out of her, against her will, spreading through her waiting, already wet diaper. "Stop it!"
It was already too late... Even after she heard the sound of fingers snapping, her adult mind returning just in time to soak in the mortification of filling her pants, her feeble attempts to halt the mucky flow nowhere near enough now. She wrinkled her nose as she shifted in bed, trying in vain to find a position that didn't make her constantly aware of what she'd done.
It took a moment or two for her to remember the sound she'd heard, and connect it to her phone. She wriggled closer to the edge of the bed, and her phone on the bedside table, picking it up to see a text from Kendra.
'Good morning!' it declared cheerfully. 'I had a late night, so I probably won't be up for a while... And neither will you, or you're going to be Chey for the rest of the day. Have fun!'
Cheyenne wrinkled her nose, flopping back on her bed, knowing that all she really needed to do was stand up, go to the bathroom, clean up... But the dirty diaper around her waist, and the sore bottom beneath that, reminded her of why she couldn't do either, and guaranteed that all she could think about as she waited for her daughter to get up, and let her get out of bed for the day, and out of this mess, was how thoroughly she'd lost control of this relationship now, and wonder how their therapist was ever going to be able to make it 'normal' again after this.