A Taste of Her Own Medicine - Chapter 2 (Patreon)

Cheyenne was at the end of her rope; what was she going to do with her daughter?! She'd done everything she could think of to make things easier for the girl, not making her work while she was in high school, while providing her with a generous allowance to make up for it, letting her stay at home during college so she wouldn't have to pay for the dorm, and yet... It never seemed to be enough.

Constantly, Cheyenne was finding charges on her credit card from places she had never been to, and a quick search of Kendra's room while the girl was away would reveal the spoils hastily shoved in her closet, almost worse because of how little effort she'd put into hiding her misdeeds. She was lazy and immature, refusing to help out around the house, claiming she had homework to do, then playing dumb when her grades tanked after she failed to turn her homework in.

Her husband wasn't much assistance, either, always at work, and never wanting to be the bad guy when he wasn't, telling Cheyenne to give Kendra the benefit of the doubt, or staying out of it altogether, which just strained Cheyenne and Kendra's relationship further. In the end, it had felt like there was only one route left to her before she snapped, and that was to turn to Rachel.

She hadn't really known what to expect, but Rachel was supposed to be the best, so Cheyenne was willing to give her a shot. Never in a million years, however, would she have anticipated that it would end the way it had, with her suddenly feeling as if she'd regressed into a little girl, peeing her pants in the middle of the office in front of her daughter... Who, in the moment, she'd been utterly convinced was actually her mommy.

"That was mortifying!" Cheyenne hissed at Rachel, eyeing the woman's secretary anxiously, hoping that, at the very least, this was common enough that this wasn't the first time the woman had seen it. "How dare you...?!"

"I know it was rough," Rachel nodded, pulling a plain, pink dress from her closet. "I think this should fit. Now, what size underwear do you wear?"

"Rough?!" Cheyenne fumed. "That hardly covers it!"

Rachel shrugged, taking out a fresh package of small panties. They were a fuller cut than Cheyenne was used to, made of thick cotton, in pastel colors, but they were dry, which made them far more appealing than what she was wearing now. "I think it did your daughter a lot of good," she said. "I will remind you that I suggested you use the bathroom."

Cheyenne blushed, glancing down at her feet, a little of the feeling from when she'd been under hypnosis coming back. "I-I didn't have to go then," she pouted.

"It's all right," Rachel smiled, handing over the clothes. "We'll get the floor and your clothes cleaned up, and then we can all talk about it so that you can both process it, and move on..."

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Move on... That had definitely sounded good to Cheyenne. And Kendra had seemed different after Cheyenne had returned to the room, wearing her little pink dress and matching undies. Could Rachel have been right? Could that experience, as humiliating as it was, have been exactly what they'd needed to go through in order for things to go back to normal between them?

Her clothes were still a bit damp by the time their session had finished, but Rachel was happy to let her wear the outfit she'd borrowed, and, by then, Cheyenne thought it was safe to suggest, "Why don't we go shopping first?" She'd intended to drop Kendra off at home first, and throw her things into the dryer... It would be nice to have some company, however, if Kendra was up for it. "Y-You don't have to," she clarified quickly. "We used to have so much fun when you were little, though, and..."

"Sure," Kendra interrupted. "Why not?"

Cheyenne was happy with that, pulling into the parking lot and heading into the store, trying to decide if they would need a shopping cart or not when her daughter walked up behind her, leaning over to whisper in her ear, "Are you mommy's sweet little girl?"

In an instant, everything shifted, the grocery store she'd been to a thousand times suddenly feeling new, and huge, and intimidating as she nervously grabbed her mommy's hand. "It's all right," her mommy gave her hand a squeeze. "We really only need one thing, don't we, Chey?"

"Umm... I-I dunno," Chey nibbled her bottom lip. Mommy had probably told her, hadn't she? Had she been depending on Chey to remember?! She couldn't remember for sure what she'd been doing that had distracted her, but something must have...

"We do," mommy chuckled. "All we have to get is some nice, thick diapers for you."

Chey gasped, her cheeks burning as she looked around, hoping nobody else had overheard that. "Mommy?!" she squealed. "I-I don't need...!"

"Yes, you do, baby," mommy told her, gently but firmly. "You pee-peed in your pants in front of mommy's friend, didn't you?"

Chey squirmed, thinking back to that, how awful it had been, standing there, surrounded by the two grown-ups, wetting herself like a stupid little baby... "I-I said I was sorry, mommy..."

"I know you did," mommy told her. "And I know you are... But that doesn't mean that we shouldn't be prepared for next time."

"Th-There won't be a next time!" Chey insisted. "I-I won't do it again, I promise!"

"Oh, Chey," mommy shook her head, kneeling down in front of her. "Do you understand what a promise is?" Chey sniffed, thinking very hard about it, eventually having to shake her head, not sure she would be able to put it into words if mommy asked. "Then I don't think you can really make one, can you? And I can't trust that you won't do this again if you don't have some protection..."

"B-But I don't wanna wear diapers!" Chey wailed, stomping her foot, forgetting, in the heat of her anger, about the fact that they were in the store, surrounded by people who, moments earlier, she'd been scared would overhear mommy's casual use of that final word at normal volume. "I don't need them!"

Mommy smirked. "We'll just see about that... What you do need, if you keep this up, young lady, is a spanking!"

That shut Chey up with a squeak. She was still very upset, of course, but she managed to keep quiet as she was marched through the store, until they got to the diaper aisle... Then she couldn't help herself. "Mommy, no!" she whined, watching her pick up a package.

"You're going to thank me for this," mommy told her, dragging her up to the cash register to buy it. "Do you want to tell the nice lady why we need these?" she teased as the cashier picked the pack up, turning it over in her hands with a bemused expression before scanning it.

Chey shook her head frantically, mommy and the cashier exchanging a look that made it clear that her reaction had been more than enough of an answer in and of itself. "We don't need a bag," mommy said to the woman. "We'll carry them out just like this. No need to be wasteful, huh, Chey?" Chey whimpered, knowing her mommy was probably right, but hating how everyone they passed would be able to see exactly what they'd bought, and likely know exactly who they were for. 

Mommy took her back out to the car, proudly carrying the diapers in her arms, making no effort to hide them, pausing for a moment before declaring, "I don't really feel like driving home," and snapping her fingers.

Cheyenne gasped, tugging at her dress, blushing as she saw the pack of diapers in her daughter's arms. "Kendra, you get rid of those right now!" she ordered.

"No," Kendra said defiantly, "I don't think I will... And I don't think that would be a good idea, do you? We wouldn't want you having accidents all over the house, now would we?"

"Kendra, I am not...!" Cheyenne started, mature enough this time to control herself. "I-I am not wearing diapers," she hissed, lowering her voice. "I-I don't know how you..."

"Rachel showed me how," Kendra shrugged. "She said it was the next step of our treatment... The only way for you to really understand what it's been like for me is if I have some real power over you... And these," she gave the package of diapers a squeeze, "are that power."

Cheyenne gulped. A part of her recognized that she'd never heard Rachel say that, or seen the therapist have a conversation with Kendra alone after she'd wet her pants... They had been on their own before that, however... Could she have done it then? Rachel hadn't even seen how that initial session had gone yet by then... But she truly had no idea one way or the other.

"I think things are going to be very different from now on," Kendra mused with a grin. "Don't you?"