Taking What Isn't Hers - Chapter 3 (Patreon)

"I am very disappointed in you, young lady," Lindsay shook her head, crossing her arms as she glared down at Shania. "Look at these! You know better!"

Shania fumed silently at both Lindsay and Mrs. Knight, who was standing there as well, Shania's panties from earlier that day pinched between two fingers, held up gingerly to be examined, as if they were something radioactive. To be fair, the wet spot did look much worse like this, out in the open, compared to what it had seemed like when she was wearing them, and she definitely wouldn't have chosen to touch them at all if she could help it.

Which was why she'd assumed she was safe, that Mrs. Knight would choose to leave it be for now, give her another chance. Degrading as it was, she'd resigned herself to submitting to the other woman's help every time she had to use the toilet, and she'd managed to keep her new pair of underwear dry... But her sitter hadn't forgotten about the first accident, obviously, nor whatever story she'd been told about the night before.

"I know it's up to you," Mrs. Knight said, "but if you're interested in my suggestion..."

"No!" Shania yelped without thinking, fully aware of what that suggestion would be, since the woman had already threatened her with it. Lindsay and Mrs. Knight both gave her a pointed look, shutting her up, making her squirm on the spot like a naughty child, helplessly listening as the elder of the two spoke the dreaded words.

"I think she needs to go back to training pants."

Lindsay's eyes lit up. "Training panties, you say?" she smirked at Shania. "Honestly, I was trying to give her the benefit of the doubt, but... I think you have a point."

Shania groaned, hands curling into fists as she fought to keep her foot still, to stop it from stomping in indignation. "I only had one accident today!" she whined. 

"Today," Mrs. Knight repeated. "That's far too many at your age, isn't it? And I'm not even mentioning the state your diaper was in after your nap." Shania blushed as the woman did exactly that, despite it not being news to any of the three of them. "I've seen this before... When bedwetters start to have accidents during the day as well, it never stops at just one. Better to be prepared than risk a house full of puddles."

The title hit Shania like a ton of bricks, the same way it always did. She imagined she'd get used to it eventually, although, in a way, that was almost worse... It was, after all, accurate. It might be because of hypnosis, but she did, indeed, wet her diaper every time she was tucked into her bed. She was, by definition, a bedwetter.

"I know it will be tough," Mrs. Knight continued, and while it was certainly more true for Shania, the girl looked up at her with a pout and saw she was addressing Lindsay. "I know she'll throw a fit and sulk about it, but in my experience, it's best to have a clean break. She'll have to be re-potty trained anyway, so I would put away - or give away - all of her underwear, and..."

"No!" Shania couldn't help herself that time, stomping her foot on the floor. They weren't talking about making her wear trainers every now and then... This was a permanent demotion! As awful and childish as her thick, white, cotton panties were, they had to be miles better than Pull-Ups!

"You see?" Mrs. Knight raised an eyebrow as Shania did exactly as she'd predicted, giving her a sharp swat on the bottom to quiet her down. "It's for the best, though."

"I'm sure you're right," Lindsay nodded. "Don't worry... Her dresser will be stocked with the appropriate underthings by tomorrow morning."

Shania could barely wait for Mrs. Knight to leave to fall onto her knees, to beg, "Please, Lindsay, don't do this! I get it! I-I'll ask for help whenever I have to use the potty, I don't care! Just let me keep my panties!"

"It's okay," Lindsay patted her on the head condescendingly. "I'm sure the trainers will be exactly the same as the real thing. Now, come on." She grabbed Shania by the arm, hauling her to her feet, dragging her to the pantry, where she took a garbage bag, pushing it into Shania's hands before dragging her to her room. "Go on," she urged, nodding towards the dresser. "Empty it."

Shania's stomach churned; was Lindsay seriously going to make her do this herself?! "Lindsay..." she sniffed. "Y-You know it isn't my fault... I-I couldn't get my panties down on my own, and..."

"You couldn't?" Lindsay pretended to be shock, shaking her head. "That's the first thing you learn in potty training! It sounds like Mrs. Knight is right, and you need to re-learn it all from the start!"

"No, I don't!" Shania insisted.

"Keep this up," Lindsay warned, "and I'll tell Mrs. Knight I changed my mind, and I want you in diapers full-time instead. No potties for you... For anything."

A shiver ran up Shania's spine. "A-Anything?" she asked quietly, nose wrinkling at what that implied, nibbling her bottom lip and squirming in embarrassment.

Lindsay knelt down in front of her. "That's right, young lady. That's your choice. You can be a good girl, and wear your trainers, and come to me, or your babysitter, or your Daddy, for help when you need to use the potty... Or you can be a stinky little baby who never gets to use the potty anywhere other than her diapers. Either way, those panties are going bye-bye, so you might as well get started. And don't get any smart ideas... I'm going to go through your drawers when you're done, and you're getting one spank for every pair I find not in the bag."

Shania was trapped, and she knew it. Reluctantly, she began to pull her underwear out of the drawer, stuffing them into the bag, every one feeling like a tiny punch to the gut as she thought about what it meant, what it represented. She'd already been reduced from an adult to a child... Now, this felt like falling into toddlerhood. How much further was Lindsay going to take her?!

She didn't know, and didn't want to find out. She would have loved to be sneaky, to save a pair or two, but she didn't have the courage to face up to the punishment if she was caught, nor the confidence that she'd be able to hide them well enough to avoid that... Not to mention, she had no idea when she would wear them. It couldn't be around Lindsay or Mrs. Knight, because if they found out... She didn't want to think about it. And those two were always nearby.

Her underwear drawer looked so sad, so empty, when she was finished, dragging the bag over to Lindsay to hand it over. Lindsay took it, stepped over to the dresser, and, true to her word, opened up every drawer, poking around to check them, before returning to the nervous Shania and delivering a hard smack across her backside.

"Oww!" Shania wailed, rubbing her rear. "What was that for?!"

"You still have one pair," Lindsay smirked, and, as Shania frowned and attempted to work out what she meant, lifted the girl's skirt, sliding down the pair she was wearing.

"That's cheating!" Shania protested. "I need to wear something!"

"You will," Lindsay promised, tossing the underwear into the garbage bag and grabbing Shania's changing pad, spreading it out on her bed.

"Lindsay!" Shania groaned, watching the woman unfold a diaper and put it down in the center of the pad. That did nothing to stop her from taping Shania into it, however, before leading her out to the back seat of the car. "Where are we going?" Shania whined, tugging at her skirt.

"You really aren't very clever, are you?" Lindsay shook her head. "I told Mrs. Knight I'd have trainers for you by tomorrow... Where did you think they were going to come from?"

"Why do I hafta come?" Shania wrinkled her nose. "Bennett will be here any minute, and..."

"Don't be embarrassed," Lindsay chuckled. "Everyone will be so proud of you... It'll look like you're being promoted from diapers to Pull-Ups to them! Instead of... You know..."

Shania fidgeted in her seat, hands clamped on her skirt firmly. "A-Are they that obvious?"

Lindsay grinned. "Does it matter?"

It didn't... Shania had no choice, the car door slammed shut beside her, the child locks ensuring she couldn't get out while Lindsay walked around to the other side and slid into the driver's seat. 

Shania had not been many places since this had all started, and it might have been nice to see other people... If not for the bulky diaper beneath her skirt, rustling between her thighs. She was so self-conscious that they all knew, that they were all staring at her, especially after what Lindsay had said. She was probably just calling more attention to herself by doing it, but she couldn't resist keeping her hands on her skirt, even when Lindsay offered her her hand.

"I don't want anyone to kidnap you," Lindsay teased.

"No!" Shania glared grumpily, toddling along beside the woman through the parking lot.

"Shania..." Lindsay warned. "You are far too small to walk around on your own without holding Mommy's hand, and you know it."

"No, I'm not!" Shania hissed under her breath, cheeks burning as a cute guy pushed a cart past them.

"Shania," Lindsay sighed. "I'm going to give you one more chance... If you don't take my hand by the time we get into the store..."

The threat did send a bolt of fear through Shania, but it wasn't enough to convince her to let go of her skirt, or to reach up and take Lindsay's hand. She already looked so childish next to her... Doing that would only emphasize it, show the world how dependent on her she was... Even if they didn't see a flash of her diaper from beneath her skirt, everyone would know, at a glance, that she was a baby, and Lindsay was her Mommy...

"Fine," Lindsay shrugged. "You're such a clumsy baby, Shania."

Suddenly, Shania's knees buckled, and she fell forward onto them and her hands. She gasped, feeling her skirt ride up, exposing the seat of her diaper, giving everybody behind her more than just a glimpse of the padding as she tried desperately to push herself back to her feet...

But she couldn't do it. No matter what she did, she couldn't stand, couldn't get off her hands and knees. She stared up at Lindsay in shock and confusion. "I told you you should have held my hand," Lindsay shrugged. "I bet by the time you crawl to the diaper aisle to get your Pull-Ups and we check out, you'll be ready to change your tune for the walk back to the car, won't you?"

Shania nodded; she was ready now, though she could tell that didn't matter... She'd messed up, and now Mommy was teaching her a lesson, one that Shania knew she wasn't going to be forgetting anytime soon.