Even Mother's Require Supervision Pt. 15 (Patreon)

(I apologize for the delay, but personal projects always take a backseat when I'm working on my client's commissions, but I felt very inspired to continue this story and have been working on this chapter on and off for months before getting the final push to finish it roughly a week or so ago. If you're enjoying this story and want to read more than feel free to leave like and maybe even a comment. The only way I know what personal projects to continue is when I get feedback on them.)



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Olivia could hear the door open as the woman known simply as "Mommy" carried her into the room. The blonde stole one last glance at the group of diapered women sitting in the oversized playpen and saw her own mother sticking her tongue out at her! Olivia couldn't believe her eyes. She knew her mother could be petty, but this was downright pathetic even for a woman wearing a diaper!


'That old bitch!'  


The petulant young woman wanted to narc on her mom or, in this juvenile situation she assumed the proper word would be "tattle" on her, but before she could even consider calling out to the dominatrix the chubby blonde across the room had already stuffed her oversized pacifier back into her mouth. The ridiculous taunt only made Olivia's blood boil as the living room was blocked from view by the closing of the door. Angry and stuck in a dirty diaper, Olivia kept her head perched on the much stronger woman's shoulder. She still hadn't gotten used to being carried around, but that was pleasant compared to the feeling of a squishy load of her own shit in the bottom of the plastic backed diaper. Her anger built up as the gross garment cradling her ass gently swayed with every step the crazy woman carrying her took. 


"Alright, let's get your butt wiped and then It's time for a tub." The woman clad in a cardigan and mom jeans explained as she lowered the petite blonde down onto the padded surface of the changing table. 


The sickening feeling of the lump in her diaper being pressed into her toned ass once again was absolutely disgusting. She had already been pushed down onto her butt in the high chair, but being laid onto her backside was making the mess spread even further up her butt until it was practically on her back. In the back of her mind, Olivia wished that the damn diaper she was in wasn't so large so her shit would've gotten onto the back of the stupid onesie, but it seemed like the dominatrix had thought of everything ahead of time.


No words of warning were said, the suburban dominatrix simply began undressing Olivia by removing the girl's white booties by untying the little strings and then pulling them off of her tiny feet. 
She noted that Olivia had crossed her arms over her small chest and was still sulking like she had been doing for the majority of the morning. That was fine with her, let the brat be angry and sulk in her shit; she needed to learn her lesson for trying to blackmail her anyway. That said, the older woman couldn't help but coo and talk baby talk to the angry girl as she reached for the snaps on the blonde's yellow onesie. She held all the cards in this game and if the blonde wanted to give her a reason she would happily spank her until she was crying for her real mommy. 


Olivia growled under her breath as her mother's dominatrix started to unsnap the buttons holding the onesie together over the girl's diapered crotch. The tuat material gradually became looser until it was pulled away from the bloated diaper and over her head, freeing her from the onesie. Upon seeing the slightly discolored plastic shell, Olivia immediately realized that her unintentional accident had spread around more than she thought. 'This is so fucking nasty!'


The older woman had to force back her growing grin upon seeing Olivia's grimacing face. She could tell that the poor girl was hating every second of this, and that was perfectly natural. Some of her clients had outlined in their contracts that they would be allowed out of diapers to use the toilet for number two, or in some cases, they had requested that she have an adult sized potty chair ready for them to use. Oddly enough, both Pamela and Allison were fine with dirty diapers, but she could tell a little princess like Olivia wouldn't ever let her diaper be soiled if she was an adult baby. She gave off such an entitled "daddy's girl" vibe that you could tell the girl probably thought her shit didn't stink. Even if Pamela hadn't already confided in her that the teen loved her dad and hated everyone else, she would've been able to pick up on it. Hell, even if she was blind she couldn't have missed how the blonde held her mother in a very low position on the pedestal of paternal 

affection; It was in the girl's actions and how she spoke to her and anyone else who was in a positdaddoiof authority over her. 


The older woman couldn't fix such a problem child overnight and, even if she was paid to do so, it would be a long and arduous process that would probably require a lot of spankings to change the girl's attitude. Luckily for her, Olivia was Pamela's problem. 


"The first step in changing a diaper is to gather the supplies needed to clean the mess." The woman known simply as "Mommy" explained to the blonde while reaching underneath the top of the padded changing table.


Olivia watched the woman closely out of the corner of her eye only to see her bring up a large package of baby wipes. 


'No way in hell am I going to let her wipe me!'


Olivia instantly tried to grab the wipes away from the older woman to clean herself, but had her hand slapped away.


"Such a silly, baby. Only Mommy can clean your poopy butt." The eccentric dominatrix cooed before lowering her voice. "Try that again and I'll paddle your ass."


The threat of a spanking immediately made Olivia fold her arms over her chest once again. 


'Who does this bitch think she is? It's bad enough she's blackmailing me, but I'd never let her spank me! No one has ever spanked me!'


"Now, let's get on with the task at hand, shall we?" 


Olivia's thoughts were shattered by the sounds of adhesive being ripped from the front of her diaper. The loud noises were impossible to ignore as the plastic garment was practically ripped into two halves. She could feel the tight material relinquish its hold on her hips as air was finally allowed to caress her skin. It felt exhilarating to be released from the diaper until she felt the disposable being pulled away from her poop covered mound; the mess was actually clinging to her delicate skin as the older woman peeled back the front of the diaper!


"This is fucking gross!" Olivia shouted, her face contorting as the muck in the seat of her diaper clung to her skin.


"Language, young lady!" Mommy replied in a no nonsense tone as she held the diaper over the blonde's crotch. "If you keep fighting with me then I'll just tape a new diaper over this one and you'll spend the rest of the afternoon in your poopy pamper like the brat you are!"


"You fuc-" Olivia practically bit her tongue and stopped before her mouth could get her into an even bigger mess. 


"Just clean me up." The once rebellious blonde said in a defeated voice.


"Good girls say please." The older woman replied, her smile on full display. 


"Please." Olivia practically spat the word out like it was poison. 


"That's better." Mommy cooed and finally pulled back the front of the disposable diaper, allowing them both to see the extent of the damage. 


Olivia's eyes practically bulged out of their sockets upon seeing the smushed lump spread not only across the interior of the diaper but all over her freshly shaven crotch. The air conditioning in the room felt much cooler as it rushed over her private parts which were now fully exposed to the demented dominatrix. On some level, Olivia knew that the woman was getting off on this, but that didn't matter at the moment to her; she simply wanted to be cleaned up and taken as far away from this unholy piece of plastic as humanly possible!


"Now Mommy has to clean the baby." A sickening chuckle left the woman's mouth as she held up a baby wipe. "With both boys and girls you must always wipe them from front to back." 


Olivia immediately cringed upon feeling the frosty touch of the wipe touch her unblemished skin. The downward motion of the older woman's hand slowly whisked away the outermost layer of muck and left Olivia feeling a bit cleaner. Still, Olivia refused to watch the woman clean her up in such a humiliating manner. Each wipe was cutting through the poop and allowing the crazy caretaker to penetrate the folds of her womanhood. Shivers of pleasure radiated from between her legs and up her spine as her brain struggled to comprehend its sudden arousal. 


'How the hell am I getting aroused when this bitch is literally wiping my ass?!' 


The blonde kept her eyes focused on the ceiling and did her best to block out the bizarre sensations she was experiencing. 


After a handful of wipes Mommy was finally satisfied that the bratty blonde was clean enough to go into the bathtub. She wasted no time tugging the thoroughly soiled disposable put from underneath Olivia's freshly cleaned bottom. Normally, the woman would have a fresh diaper prepared to lower her charge into, but she wanted to give Olivia the "whole" experience which included giving the girl a proper bath. So, she threw the dirty baby wipes into the diaper, balled it up and dropped it into the oversized diaper pail. 


The sound of the dirty diaper landing in the pail made the blonde sigh in relief. 'Finally, she's done wiping me.'


The blonde opened her eyes and watched the older woman closely, wondering what was supposed to come next. Unlike other girls her age, Olivia didn't have younger siblings, or even cousins, so she had no clue how to change a diaper. The curiosity she displayed had more to do with her trying to ignore the urges she felt while simultaneously preparing herself mentally for what was about to happen next; She didn't want to learn how to perform a diaper change.


"In situations like this, where you've just dealt with a very messy diaper, it's easier to do your best to clean the area and then give your charge a bath since diapering them may lead to unwanted infections especially in female clients such as yourself." The woman reached forward and booped the blonde's nose.


The very thought of this weird woman scrubbing her naked body repulsed Olivia to her core. "There's no way in hell I'm going to let you wash me!"


"You don't want to get a urinary tract infection, do you?" The older woman paused for a moment, letting the idea take hold of the blonde. "Imagine having to tell your gynecologist that you got it while wearing a dirty diaper. That would be very embarrassing for any woman regardless of her age." The dominatrix winked.


"Fine!" Olivia blurted out, sounding just like a whiny brat. "But I don't want you to do any funny stuff!"


"What do you mean by 'funny stuff?' I don't know what you're trying to say." The crazy caretaker replied.


"Look, I just don't want you playing with my pussy you crazy old lesbian. I'm not gay like you or my mom!" Olivia shouted, feeling her whole body grow hot.


"You think I am?" The dominatrix dressed like a soccer mom replied. "You have a lot to learn; there's more to this business than being straight, gay or bisexual." 


"But-" Olivia tried to interrupt the older woman, but she kept talking. 


"We're paid to render a service and sometimes the line between sex worker and caretaker is blurred. After all, we're not only paid to take care of our clients every need but to allow them to experience their greatest sexual fantasy. Sure, we don't always give them a firm rubbing like a hooker does, but at the end of the day, if we've done our job properly, our clients will leave us fulfilled and completely satisfied both emotionally and sexually."


The blonde couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. 'If that was supposed to convince me to let this crazy bitch fondle me then she needs to think again.'


"I'm not trying to experience anything other than getting through this fucked up day in one piece." Olivia countered. "At first, I liked the idea of getting paid to have power over men, and maybe dumbasses like my mom, but now I'm starting to get sick and tired of this weird ass game you're playing."


"It's not a game. This is the best way for you to learn and understand what your clients expect from you and what you're supposed to do with your clients." The older woman explained. "I know It's a lot to take in, but you're doing rather well for a person who knew next to nothing about this scene before today. Just stick with me and you'll never have to clean another toilet or worry about flipping burgers again. You'll be making fistfuls of cash before you know it!"


Olivia sighed. The allure of money and the very idea that she would never have to flip a burger or answer a phone again was a powerful incentive. She was sick and tired of playing "baby" but was it really any worse than mopping floors or answering phones? Was it worse than being talked down to in public? All the memories of being bossed around by her bosses came cascading back to her; she had been degraded and fired far too many times for any eighteen year old. If all it took was another hour or two of being this bitch's doll to avoid a lifetime of menial, underpaid servitude in the service industry then she knew what she had to do.


"Fine," Olivia answered, sounding less defiant and more subservient before she found her voice, "but you better not be fucking with me."


"I'm not, sweetie." The dominatrix cooed which caused Olivia to immediately glare at her. 


"Okay, maybe I'm having a little bit of fun with you, but It's part of the job; You'll see that one day." 


"Can we just get this over with?" Olivia asked, scowling.


"Sure. Just sit up and hold out your arms."


"But I'm naked!" Olivia exclaimed while still keeping her arms over her breasts.


"And? You've been naked since I started wiping your butt." The dominatrix shot back.


Olivia grumbled, feeling rather stupid for even pointing out the obvious. She simply sat up and held out her hands, hoping to get this over with.


"Thank you." The older woman praised the blonde without adding a coo and scooped the petite girl into her arms.


It was awkward but Olivia placed her arms around the back of the woman's neck as she was pulled into her arms. The moment her butt left the padded table she immediately wrapped bare legs around the older woman's midsection. Even though this was the third time she had been picked up like this she was still paranoid about being dropped. 


"And away we go!" The older woman announced with a certain flair to her voice.


'She must be on something.' Olivia thought bitterly as she was carried over to a door she had yet to notice on the opposite side of the nursery. 


A feeling of genuine relief overcame Olivia when Mommy opened the door and she saw the private bathroom which awaited her. If the weird woman had carried her through the living room butt naked in front of her mom and two complete strangers, she would've died. 


"In most circumstances you'll be using a normal bathtub to clean your charges, but if you ever want to charge more money then I recommend getting a custom baby bathtub made." The eccentric woman explained as she lowered Olivia onto the tiled floor.


Olivia craned her head up, staring at the older woman like she had started speaking French. "What are you talking about?"


"You have never seen those plastic baby tubs made for babies under six months old?" Mommy asked, genuinely surprised.


The blonde couldn't even comprehend what the older woman was trying to say.


"No. I haven't."


"Well, I had my friend in Hollywood create a fairly realistic yet portable baby tub. It's nothing fancy, but it really helps my clients feel small." The woman simply known as "Mommy" explained as she turned the faucet on the wall.


"I guess." Olivia suddenly felt very uneasy about what she was hearing. The very thought that this weird woman could've washed her in front of everyone in an adult sized plastic baby tub, or something insane like that, really bothered her. "You don't actually use it, do you?"


A hearty laugh came from across the bathroom as the older woman turned around to face Olivia. "Of course I do."


"My- uhm- my mom hasn't been in it, has she?" Olivia found herself asking the question before her brain could stop her.


Another laugh came from the older woman who was now standing over the blonde. "She's much too large to use it, but Allison loves taking her baths in it. Why? Don't tell me you want to try it?"


Olivia immediately shook her head from side to side like she was at a heavy metal show. "You couldn't pay me to try it!"


"Just thought I'd ask." The older woman replied with an ear to ear grin. 


"Umm, when's the bath going to be ready?" Olivia asked, desperate to get off of this weird subject. 


"It should be-" Mommy paused as she noticed that the half filled bathtub was completely devoid of any bubbles. "Opps! Mommy almost forgot to put the bubbles in Oli's bubble bath." The older woman spun around and tended to the bath.


Olivia cringed at being called "Oli" but at least the crazy woman was distracted by the tub. The young woman had nothing better to do than watch as the dominatrix bent over the tub and poured some type of sweet smelling bubble bath solution into the water. It didn't take more than a few seconds for the bubbles to immediately start multiplying. 


"There we go." Mommy cooed as she turned off the faucet. With the bath ready, she turned around to see the pouting blonde still seated on the cold linoleum floor. "Let's get you into a nice warm bath, Oli."


Olivia allowed the older woman to lift her up but this time she was only helped to her feet and escorted towards the tub like a normal adult. This was a welcomed change of pace in the blonde's book. Deep down she hoped that this was a sign that the weird woman would give her more autonomy during the bath.


"Watch your step, sweetie." Mommy cooed while holding the blonde eighteen year old's hand. 


The young woman rolled her eyes and lifted up her foot and stepped into the bubbly sea of suds. 'That feels nice.' Olivia thought as she brought her other foot into the tub. Not wanting to stand around, naked as the day she was born in front of a woman who was a stranger only an hour ago, Olivia lowered herself into the bathtub and was surprised by how soothing it was as a wondrous feeling of warmth enveloped her slender body. She laid back into the water, letting her head sink beneath the cozy water for a brief moment before reemerging and resting her head against the rim of the tub. Only a few seconds passed until her entire body started to loosen up.


It wasn't just the warm water that made her feel at ease; the hundreds of bubbles caressing her firm body combined with the scent of lavender wafting in the air from the lavish baby soap created a very tranquil atmosphere. Olivia closed her eyes, taking it all in as she tried to remember the last time she had taken a bath and suddenly realized that it had been years since she had taken a proper bath. She may not have held a steady job like her mother, but getting to school on time had forced her to abandon her morning baths in favor of showers. Once she had graduated from high school she found herself always rushing to work to clock in on time which made her continue taking showers instead of spending time soaking in a relaxing bath. 


On a subconscious level the blonde knew that foregoing baths was more than likely one of the reasons why she was always so irritable. 


"Let's start by washing your hair." The woman who preferred being called "Mommy" cooed.


Olivia opened her eyes just in time to watch the woman in mom Jeans kneel beside the tub. She noticed that the older woman was holding a plastic bottle, probably some kind of baby shampoo if Olivia had to guess, and was already busy squirting it into her open hand. Unlike earlier, she didn't feel the need to argue or fight against the suburban dominatrix when she brought her hands towards Olivia's hair. Getting her butt wiped bad been the epitome of demeaning, but getting her hair lathered up and washed seemed more like something she should be paying for. With that thought in mind, she happily allowed the older woman to get to work.


An unmistakable pur escaped from her mouth as the older woman's fingers worked in the soothing shampoo. Olivia blushed and couldn't help but feel like she was melting as the weird woman massaged her scalp. Just the simple act of someone else tending to her hair was awakening something within her; long lost memories of when her mom would wash her hair so many years ago. Even though Olivia openly despised the woman it was nice to remember a time when she and her mother didn't fight.


"Close your eyes, baby."


"Hmmm?" Before Olivia could vocalize a question, she felt the sudden downpour of warm water cascading over her crown and past her face.


"What the hell was that for?!" The blonde barked, legitimately startled.


"I had to rinse the shampoo out of your hair." Mommy replied before adding, "what do you think I was trying to do? Drown you?"

 
"It could've gotten in my mouth!" Olivia shot back and instantly regretted it; she sounded like a whiny brat.


"You're such a baby." The suburban dominatrix chuckled to herself while lowering the empty cup. 


"No, I'm not! You just surprised me!" Olivia replied, trying to defend her weakened ego.


"Whatever you say, Oli. Just hold still and we'll be done in a few minutes." 


Olivia laid back against the porcelain incline of the tub and did her best to enjoy the water while ignoring the suburban dominatrix who was driving her crazy with her batshit baby games. Her peace only lasted a half dozen seconds before she felt a warm rag being dragged over her shoulders. It didn't bother her too much until the weird woman maneuvered the wash cloth between her arm, trying to clean her armpit. Olivia uttered an annoyed grunt, but lifted her arms all the same. She blushed slightly as the moist cloth was moved underneath her arms over the slightly sensitive skin which lurked there. A ticklish feeling caused her to smirk for the briefest of moments, but thankfully the domineering adult babysitter didn't linger on her pits.  


"Good girl." Olivia looked away from the weird woman, not happy with being praised for holding her arms up like she was a kid. She immediately lowered them to her sides once both of her armpits had been cleaned and decided to stare at the tiled wall which the tub rested next to. It was an older style peppered with floral elements and flowers which didn't necessarily seem juvenile at all; kind of folksy if Olivia could think of the word to describe it. Her thoughts on the simple tile art which rose above the tub were shattered as the wash cloth was brought over her small breasts and down the rest of her body.


"Can we hurry this up?" Olivia asked indignantly as she shielded her chest from the older woman's hand.


"I'm almost done. I just need you to spread your legs for me and I'll have you all cleaned up in a jiffy." 


"I don't want you to do that!" Olivia exclaimed, feeling even more flustered than she had on the changing table.


"You didn't want me to change your drooping dirty diaper either, but I bet your happy I did." The older woman replied, reminding the blonde of her earlier humiliation. 


"But that wasn't my fault!" Olivia countered, her face red with a mixture of rage and embarrassment. 


"There's a consequence for every action that has ever been performed; just be happy that Mommy's not billing you for this little lesson." Mommy proclaimed before plunging her hand below the water's surface.


Olivia squeaked as the washcloth in the older woman's hand went across her submerged crotch and slid in between the folds of her slit. Her embarrassment was at its zenith, but that feeling of intense arousal was returning with a vengeance as Olivia tried to close her legs which only served to wedge the woman's hand in between her thighs. Olivia wanted nothing more than for the woman to stop, but each pass over her shaved slit felt so good. Her carnal urges were battling every rational thought in her mind and it took every ounce of her willpower to keep herself from thrusting her hips into the older woman's hand.


"What do you think they're doing in there?"


Allison looked up from her side of the block tower that she had constructed with her daughter's help and shrugged. "Olivia needed a diaper change."


"Yeah, but It's been like twenty minutes." Mackenzie replied, trying to get her mom to volunteer any information that would help her figure out what was happening to Olivia.


"She's probably giving my little brat a bath." 


Both redheads gazed over at the rotund blonde who was laying on her stomach with a crayon in her hand as she continued coloring in a coloring book. The woman had remained silent the entire time since her daughter had been carried out of the room which had allowed the two McDougall's to forget that she was still in the massive enclosure to begin with. 


"There's a bathroom in there?" Mackenzie asked.


"No, she has a- umm, I guess you would call it a giant plastic tub." Allison answered with a blush that was almost as red as her hair.


"What are you talking about?" Pamela asked from across the play space with a furrowed brow. "She has a private bathroom that connects to the nursery. I've been bathed in that tub plenty of times to know that it isn't made of plastic."


 "I've never been in there before." The older McDougall commented.


"So Mommy washes you in a plastic baby tub?" Pamela pressed, trying to figure out what the other diapered mother had been talking about. 


"Yeah, she does." Allison responded, returning her attention to the block tower in front of her. She resumed stacking blocks in an attempt to end the awkward conversation. 


"That's weird." Pamela muttered to herself. 


"It's not any weirder than seeing a grown woman wearing a diaper while coloring in a children's coloring book." Mackenzie countered. Normally she would have agreed with the pudgy paralegal, especially since the idea of a baby tub just sounded so out there compared to a normal tub, but the comment felt like a shot at her mother and hypocrisy had no place in this homemade playpen. 


Pamela's face grew hot as she tried to think of something to say in response. It would be stupid to mention the younger girl's diaper since they were all currently diapered and there wasn't anything glaringly obvious to comment on; out of everyone in the room, Mackenzie was definitely dressed the most mature. That realization only made the blonde feel more annoyed.


With nothing better to say Pamela vented her frustrations out loud, "I hope she spanks that little brat until she cries." 


Allison placed one last block atop the tower and stared over her shoulder at Pamela. "I shouldn't ask, but why do you hate your daughter so much?"


Everything in the room felt like it had frozen in place after Allison finished talking. The passage of time seemed to have slowed down with only the faint ticking of a clock somewhere in the other room to remind anyone who noticed it that time was progressing at all. If the tension in the air had been a blanket all the women in the room would've been swaddled by it.


Pamela's crayon left the paper. "I don't hate my daughter." 


"Then why do you two act like this?" The older McDougall demanded. "Why do you both snip at each other? Why do you hope that she gets spanked?"


"You would never understand what I have to deal with." Pamela sighed. "You have a perfect daughter."


Mackenzie suddenly looked away, feeling bad about what she had said about Pamela.


"I wouldn't say my Kenzie is perfect." The older McDougall replied. "The main reason why I'm here today is because I was feeling stressed out; she had a big party while I was out of town tending to my late father's company."


"It wasn't even that big, mom!" Mackenzie whined.


"We've already had this talk, young lady."


Mackenzie held her head down, not wanting to have this conversation again in front of a complete stranger. 


Allison noticed Mackenzie staring at the floor and decided that it was time to come clean with her only child.


"I understand why you would want to throw a party like that, honey." Allison paused, picking her next words wisely. "It really wasn't that bad and maybe I exaggerated a bit, but I don't want you to get used to partying like that all the time. I spent my late teens going to parties which quickly became a way for me to chase highs; I'd pop xanax or smoke meth or anything in between to fill that hole in my soul and it all started with me going to whatever party I could find."


Mackenzie stared at her mom like she had grown a second head. She had been told that her mom liked to drink a lot in her youth, which was one of the reasons she had dropped out of high school, but it sounded like the story she had heard all of her life was a lie. Pills and hard drugs were a lot worse than a bottle or two of Jack Daniel's.


"Your father helped me get clean, which I'll always be grateful to him for his support, but after ditching drugs my coping mechanism switched to diapers and, well, you already know what happened when I told him about my desire to be treated like a baby …"


"Mom, I had no clue." The younger redhead said as everything clicked together in Mackenzie's mind; it was almost like she had been given a missing puzzle piece which put everything into perspective. The strict curfews, high standards and, at times, overbearing supervision was her mother's way of keeping her from getting into trouble. She waddled over to her mother with her arms wide open. 


"I kept so many secrets from you because I didn't want you to end up following in my footsteps." Allison explained, holding her daughter in her arms as hot tears trickled down her cheeks. 


Pamela watched the two redheads hug and felt her face curl up in anger. "This is exactly what I'm talking about!"


Allison and Mackenzie both turned their heads towards the blonde.


"Don't look at me like I'm crazy!" An embittered Pamela exclaimed before continuing with her rant. "If you two weren't wearing diapers right now this would literally be a picture perfect moment from Hallmark's movie of the week! You have this great relationship and I'm trapped with that arrogant bitch in the other room!" 


"Let me take a wild guess; she's doing drugs?" Allison inquired, positive that that was the issue as she and Mackenzie ended their hug.


"She smokes weed, dates a horrible little moron from the city, dropped out of Emcrest Community College and she recently started stealing from me." Pamela listed off each offense with her voice growing more listless. What had once filled her with anger was starting to leach sway at her very being, robbing her of any energy she had left; She felt defeated. Her hand came up to her face and started rubbing her right temple.


"And now she's followed you here and you're worried she's going to blackmail you once she leaves." Allison added, filling in the blanks.


"I'm not worried she's going to blackmail me; I know she'll do it if I don't get anything to hold over her!" Pamela cried out. "She couldn't even hold down a job mopping tiles at Burger Star and now she's going to have the power to ruin my life!"


"I was a lot like her at that age, but thinking that you have to hold things over her head to get her to behave is probably why she's acting like this in the first place." Allison offered her two cents worth of wisdom. "I may have been strict while raising my daughter but I never employed fear to get her to behave. There were expectations to meet and she usually met them. If she didn't she would lose privileges and, only in extreme circumstances, would she be punished."


"I've tried all that!" Pamela Witherford whined, slamming her chubby fist on the carpet before sitting up on her diapered bottom. "I've set goals, I've given her every opportunity to succeed and I even offered her rewards, but no matter what she did my husband always spoiled her. She failed a test? She still got ice cream! She didn't pass a class? No problem, she still got to go to riding camp!"


Pamela took a deep breath and stopped herself from going on, her blood pressure was starting to make her see stars in her eyes. 


"The only victory I ever had was when my husband agreed that she would have to pass community college to get a car." A glimmer of happiness appeared briefly in the blonde's eyes. "We didn't get her one in high school because Chuck was worried she might get into an accident, but she started bugging him about it during her senior year after she got sick of watching the rest of her friends drive around. I didn't want to reward poor grades, especially when the high school is right down the street and she was able to walk to school, so I remained firm on the issue and pressured my husband into agreeing with me which is one of the reasons why she resents me."


"I know hindsight is twenty twenty, but why didn't you share your car with her?" Allison couldn't help but ask. "You could've easily took away access to the car when she got into trouble." 


"I'm not sharing my car with her!" Pamela blurted out. "You haven't seen her room; she's a slob and would've turned my car into a giant mess!" 


"Yeah, that's always the risk you flirt with when you're letting teenagers use your car, but it worked out great for Mackenzie and me and look at us." Allison gestured towards her eighteen year old daughter who was blushing. 


"Your daughter is different. She's not like Olivia who knows that her daddy would've bought her any car she wanted if I didn't put my foot down." Pamela frowned. "I just wanted her to succeed and now she's out to ruin my life."


"You meant well and one day she'll see that." Allison replied, trying to cheer the downtrodden diaper clad blonde up. 


"She can hold a grudge for years. She's stubborn like me, but that's the only thing we have in common." Pamela lamented as her head tilted downwards. 


"Maybe today will be a turning point in your relationship?" Allison offered. "You can try to make more meaningful compromises and get your husband's help. I did it all on my own and if I can do it then why can't you?"


Pamela's shoulders slumped forward as she kept her eyes trained on the floor littered with numerous toys. "I think It's too late for that."


"Maybe It's not?" The redhead in a babyish dress and plastic backed diaper asked in an optimistic tone. "She's in there with Mommy right now and if anyone can set her straight it's Mommy." 


Pamela lifted her head and gazed at the door that separated them all from the nursery. "That's my only hope."


Olivia's toes curled as the washcloth breached her mound for the third time in less than a minute. She was losing the war of wills and was about to give into her most basic urges when something inside of her snapped. She flung her right hand out of the water and struck the demented dominatrix in face. The slap caused a deafening clack of skin on skin amplified by Olivia's wet hand and knocked the woman dressed like a soccer mom onto her ass.


The blonde felt justified for a brief moment until she saw the look on the older woman's face as she got up from the tiled floor. 


"Words obviously don't work with little brats like you and your mother." Mommy said in an ominous tone as she held the side of her assaulted face.





To Be Continued…