Julie lays down the law.

As Kylee opened her eye, she was confused. Was she still dreaming? She was staring through the bars of a giant crib, like the one Daddy--no Michael--Michael locked her in in her dream. But, the room was different. Instead of being a her guest room turned into a giant nursery she was looking out at a giant daycare.

Kylee took her thumb out of her mouth and pushed her self up, feeling dried drool running down her hand and from the corner of her mouth. She sat on her diapered butt, and immediately regretted the decision. Her ass felt painfully itchy, not like she had been spanked, but more like she hadn't wiped thoroughly and her skin became irritated. Emily shuffled onto her knees to avoid the irritation, grabbing the bars of the crib to examine her surroundings.

As Julie came out of her brain fog, the door to the daycare slammed open again. Just like last time, Kylee jumped. To her shock, she suddenly could feel her diaper warming underneath her again. **Did I just wet myself again?** Kylee thought as she saw an incredibly tall, beautiful woman walk through the door to the daycare.

Everything came back to Kylee as she watched Julie enter the room. The fog instantly cleared from her brain at the same time that the smell of her drying shit hit her nose. Julie began walking towards Kylee with a predatory grin.

"Oh, my naughty little girl is up! Play time with Mr. Bear really wore you out. You've been asleep for hours!" Julie said as she approached the crib. Kylee felt her whole body turn red at her memory of cumming in a poopy diaper while humping a stuffed bear.

"Oh, is baby embarrassed? That's okay, you were just being a good girl and doing precisely what Nanny asked, remember?" Julie said as she approached the bars of the crib. When Julie made it all of the way to the crib, she scrunched her nose up. "Oh, boy, you sure are stinky though! Did you poop yourself again in your sleep? Let's get you into a fresh diapy."

Julie then unlatched the side of the enormous crib, lowered the side, and lifted Kylee out with the Amazonian strength that Kylee had began to recognize as normal for Julie.

As she was lifted from the crib, Kylee wrapped her arms and legs around Julie, allowing herself to be carried. Julie was right, her diaper smelled atrocious and she was fairly certain that the itchy discomfort she was feeling was diaper rash. She was not going to fight getting cleaned up.

Julie carried Kylee over to the changing table and laid her down. She undid the tapes of Kyle's diaper, revealing the dried mess caking the entirety of Kylee's groin. Kylee looked down momentarily and almost puked.

"What a mess! Let's get you wiped up," Julie said as she methodically began changing Kylee into a clean diaper.

"Oh my, look at your angry, red little behind!" Julie said as she wiped Kylee clean. "Looks like little miss stinky bottom has a diaper rash! I guess it serves you right. Maybe it'll serve as a reminder to be properly padded when you come here next time!"

"I... I'm so sorry. Have I done enough? Are you going to tell Michael about what... um... happened?" Kylee stuttered out nervously.

"Yes, sweetie, I think you've proven yourself and learned your lesson. But, you are going to have some new ground rules going forward. Nanny wants a new charge to look after, and I think you've proven you need someone to take care of you over the last two visits here. Don't you agree?" Julie responded to Kylee.

Kylee looked away from Julie in shame as she answered Julie's question. "Yes, Nanny."

"But, we'll get to the new rules later. For now, let Nanny help you feel a little more comfortable." Julie started to spread diaper rash cream all over Kylee's irritated groin and ass. Kylee moaned with a new type of pleasure. The pleasure that comes from feeling relief from chronic discomfort. "Oh, good, that feels good baby girl? I'll send you home with some of this. Just make sure to put your rash cream on every few hours. Maybe your Daddy, sorry, I mean husband, will help you."

Kylee just groaned in response as she realized she was going to have to explain the diaper rash to Michael. She had no clue how she was going to do that.

Julie noticed the concern plastered on Kyle's face. "Oh, sweetheart, don't worry about how you're going to tell your husband. I've already got that covered," Julie said reassuringly, "but that ties into all of Nanny's new rules for you."

Kylee swallowed nervously as Julie taped up the new, dry diaper.

"Before we get to those, though, you must be thirsty. Let's get you in the highchair, settled in with a bottle, then we can discuss the first day of your new life!" Julie said cheerily.

Once again, Kylee put up no resistance as Julie picked her up and carried her across the room. This time, Julie sat Kylee in the giant highchair that Kylee had seen earlier, then slid the tray in place, locking Kylee where she was. Julie then went to another part of the room where a sink, small refrigerator, and small cabinet was located. Kylee watched nervously as Julie pulled out a gigantic baby bottle and filled it with what appeared to be milk from the fridge.

While Kylee waited for Julie to make the bottle, Kylee wiggled in her seat a bit. Kylee never thought she would feel this way, but she appreciated the feel of the diaper she was wearing. The soft, dry and clean padding was a drastic improvement from the incredibly full diaper she was just changed out of. The combination of the feeling of a clean diaper and the relief from the rash cream felt wonderful.

Julie walked back over to Kylee handing her the bottle. "Drink some of Nanny's special milk while we talk about your new rules."

Kylee took the bottle as directed and started sucking. She was a bit surprised at the taste. She was expecting the white liquid to taste like cow's milk, but when it hit her tongue, it tasted sweet and almost fruity. The consistency was ever so slightly different from cow's milk too. Or was different, but not unpleasant. Kylee paused momentarily when the strange liquid hit her tongue, but quickly resumed suckling. Kylee was sufficiently afraid of Julie that she didn't ever want Julie to question her obedience again.

"Good girl," Julie said, watching Kylee drink from the bottle without question. "Now for your new rules."

"First, you will always refer to me as Nanny. Because you have proven yourself no better than an unreliable little girl who can't keep her pants dry, you clearly need more adult supervision. I will provide that supervision."

"Second, this is a gym. You became a member here to get some personal training. I want to make sure you get that training. The problem is, the training you need isn't exercise, but, instead, is clearly potty training. As your Nanny, I am going to be your personal potty trainer. That means I am going to set the rules around when and how you do your little wee-wees and poo-poos, understood?"

Kylee nodded her head from behind the bottle, blushing thinking of being re-potty trained in her late 20s.

"Third, we the idea that you need personal training in mind, I need to put you on a regular training regimen. That means I will need to see you more often. You will report to this daycare in this gym every day for an hour a day at least until I say otherwise."

"Fourth, when you come to the gym, you will wear proper attire, unlike today. I believe we proved today that you cannot be trusted here unpadded. Further, at this point, I don't even think I can trust you in something as a pull up. When you show up, you WILL be wearing a diaper, understood? I will send you home with a pack. I expect it to be used."

Kylee just nodded her head in agreement again.

"Now, my final rule for you has to do with your potty training and how you are going to explain your diaper rash to your husband."

Kylee felt a pit growing in her stomach. She knew she wasn't going to like where this was going.

"Your husband stopped by while you were sleeping to take you home. I had to disclose your second little accident you had in the gym today. He knows you are struggling to keep your pretty little panties dry."

Kylee blushed deeply. She pulled the bottle out of her mouth. "Did you tell him about the... the..." Kylee couldn't say the word.

"Your little poopy problem? No. He doesn't know how naughty his wife is... yet," Julie said. "But, him knowing does set the stage for what I need you to do to become properly potty trained."

"You have proven to me that your potty training the first time around was inadequate. To do this right, we need to start from scratch. That means you need to be in diapers full time at home as well as here at the gym."

"What?! No! Michael would know something was wrong if I suddenly started wearing diapers!" Kylee cried out worriedly.

"I know, I know baby! Shush, shush! Nanny isn't a monster. We are going to transition you back to diapers slowly. YOU are going to convince your husband you NEED to wear diapers," Julie said, taking control of the conversation again.

"Well, first, I am obviously going to send you home in a diaper. Michael already took your wet pants and panties and will understand your need to be diapered at home."

"Second, when Michael sees your diaper rash, you are going to tell him at least a half truth. You were stressed from wetting your panties again. I let you where a diaper and take a nap in the daycare. You fell asleep in the diaper, wet it your sleep, and didn't change it in time and got a diaper rash."

"But, but... that's so embarrassing Jul... I mean Nanny," Kylee said.

"More embarrassing than the truth?" Julie asked rhetorically, giving the other woman a knowing look. Kylee remained silent, looking down at the tray of her highchair and the half finished bottle of mystery liquid.

"That's what I thought," Julie continued. "Now, this is where the next step of your potty training comes in. To start to remove your potty training and convince your hubby you need diapers, we need to start small. Small, here, meaning until I move you to the next phase, I am ordering you to wet the bed every night."

"Wha... What?" Kylee asked incredulously.

"You heard me baby. From now on, you are a little bedwetter. You are not allowed to use the potty from the time you lay your head down in bed until your alarm goes off in the morning," Julie demanded. "You don't have to wear pullups or diapers, for now, if you don't want to, but I expect a picture every morning of either wet sheets or wet padding."

Kylee shuddered thinking of purposefully pissing herself every night while laying in bed with Michael. It definitely would only take him a few days before he got fed up and **** her into wearing nighttime protection himself. Kylee was horrified at how well thought out Julie's plan was.

"But, but, but, that's not fair!" Kylee whined, "I'm not a bedwetter!"

"Not fair? Would you rather call of our deal? I have Michael's number. I can send him that video and this'll all be over," Julie offered, pulling out her phone.

"No, no. Stop! I'll... I'll do it. I'll be a bedwetter for you... Nanny," Kylee said, knowing she had been thoroughly defeated.

"Good girl," Nanny said, putting away her phone. "Now that that is all settled, why don't you finish that bottle of special Nanny juice, and I'll call Emily up to drive you home."

Kylee had the bottle halfway to her lips when she froze. "Emily?" She stammered.