Kylee starts from square one.

Michael and Kylee cuddled on their bed for what felt like hours while Kylee slowly came to terms with the consequences of her actions. As Kylee became more noticably calm, Michael untangled her from his body and sat her next to him.

"Now baby, with your new position in the family, there needs to be consequences for your actions, and it is my job to enforce them," Michael explained calmly. "What you did tonight was very naughty, and I cannot, as your Daddy, let this pass unpunished, do you understand?"

"Yes, Daddy," Kylee said, looking at her feet dangling off the bed in shame.

"So, first, for planning on lying to me and peeing on me in my sleep, I think a spanking is in order. Lay across my lap, now!" Michael commanded, patting his naked thigh for emphasis.

Reluctantly, Kylee laid face down across her new Daddy's lap, thrusting her wet-panty-clad ass in the air for her punishment. She flinched slightly as she felt Michael's hand deftly slip under the elastic of her underwear and slid them over her hips, down her legs, before letting the drop at her feet.

"Kick those off, Ky-Ky. They are disgusting," Michael ordered.

Kylee again quickly complied, not wanting to make matters worse. She couldn't help but to question Michael's new nickname for her.

"Ky-Ky? Really?" Kylee asked.

Michael slapped Kylee's exposed ass in response.

"Yes, Baby Ky-Ky. That is what I will be calling you for the foreseeable future. Kylee is the name of my loving, mature wife who knows how to tell the truth and use the toilet. You've proven tonight that you do not deserve that name, among other things, but we will talk more about that after your spanking" Michael responded. "Or are you already ready to go back on our deal?"

"No! No, Daddy! Ky-Ky will be a good girl! I won't question Daddy anymore!" Kylee squeaked out immediately, internally groaning at being **** to accept the new name.

"That's what I thought," Michael said, bending over slightly to pick up Kyle's wet panties. "But, for questioning me so quickly, I think Ky-Ky needs an additional punishment. Open your mouth for me baby."

Michael, wet panties in hand, could feel Kyle's body tense at the words. When Kylee didn't immediately open her mouth, Michael slapped Kylee's ass again for emphasis.

"I said open you mouth Ky-Ky," Michael said with ferocious sternness.

Kylee swallowed in nervousness, steeled her body, closed her eyes, and opened her mouth. Moments later she felt the lacy fabric of her panties **** inside it by Michael's strong fingers. The acrid sent and taste of ammonia assaulted her nose. Kylee gagged a little at the taste of her own urine, but swallowed it back down, determined to show she could obey Michael.

"Good girl. Now, I want you to hold those in your mouth for this whole spanking. And I suggest you appreciate how your big girl undies feel because this is probably the last time you'll get the opportunity to touch them for awhile," Michael said.

Kylee let out small moan of shock at Michael's statement. However, she didn't get much time to consider it because as soon as Michael stopped talking he raised his large, paddle-like hand on the air and began letting lose a torrent of blows to Kylee's exposed butt cheeks.

Almost immediately Kylee began to cry. She started wailing into the wet panties shoved into her mouth. The physical pain from the spanking was secondary to the emotional pain she was feeling from getting herself in this situation.

"You are a naughty, disgusting little girl who can't be trusted," Michael repeated over and over again like a mantra as he spanked Kylee.

Kylee began to adopt the phrase as a mantra in her head. **I am a naughty, disgusting little girl who can't be trusted,** Kylee thought to herself over and over again as she heard the phrase repeated and reinforced from Michael. Drool and snot rolled down Kylee's chin as she continued to sob into her disgusting, urine soaked panties.

"You are a naughty, disgusting little girl who can't be trusted," Michael repeated.

**I am a naughty, disgusting little girl who can't be trusted,** Kylee thought.

The spanking continued for what felt like forever to Kylee, but instead was merely minutes. Eventually, after Kylee's bottom was bright red, Michael stopped.

"Open your mouth Ky-Ky," Michael instructed his wife. Kylee happily complied. She sighed with relief as she felt Michael's hands pull her panties, now saturated in urine and saliva, out of her mouth.

"Good baby. Now, do you have anything to say to me?" Michael asked. Kylee responded with her newly integrated mantra.

"I am a naughty, disgusting little girl who can't be trusted."

"Anything else?" Michael prodded. Kylee turned her body to look up at her Daddy and noticed for the first time that he was enjoying this. She could feel his rock hard cock pressed up against her stomach. The feeling of Michael desiring her, even if it was desiring her as a untrustworthy little girl, gave her back a little bit of confidence.

She looked at Michael with mischievously flirty grin. She wiggled her body so her breasts were pressed against Michael's erect penis. Then she responded.

"I'm soooo sorry, Daddy!" She said as seductively as she could manage.

Michael did his best to outwardly ignore Kyle's attempt to seduce him again, but his cock betrayed him. Kylee could feel it throbbing against the soft flesh of her breast. She smiled to herself in triumph.

However, before she could celebrate her small victory, Michael took control of the situation again.

"Thank you baby. Now stand up and go stand in that corner with your hands on your head. I do not want to see you rubbing your red little bottom," Michael commanded, ignoring Kyle's advances.

Michael helped Kylee stand up. She looked at his rock hard penis and pouted as she followed his instructions and walked to the corner of the room. Michael did not miss the look.

"Look all you want Baby Ky-Ky, but remember, Daddy's cock is a present for good girls. Naughty, disgusting little babies who can't be trusted don't get dick. Now, hands on your head!" Michael said.

Kylee deflated, her temporary confidence gone as she was rejected by Michael. Her new mantra overtook her yet again as she placed her hands on her head and looked at the wall.

As Kylee stood in the corner, she couldn't see anything that was happening behind her, but she could guess what was happening from the noises.

First, she heard the distinct sound of Michael changing the sheets. Kylee groaned internally, realizing that she wouldn't be able to take pictures as proof of her bedwetting to send to Julie. Figuring out how to keep Julie happy seemed more important than ever now that her relationship was on the rocks.

Next, Kylee heard Michael going through dresser drawers and pulling something out. Kylee was confused as to what he could be doing, but the heat emanating from her bare ass and the ammonia taste in her mouth served as powerful reminders to do precisely as Michael asked.

Finally, Kylee heard Michael digging through a bag and a tell-tale crinkling sound. Kylee did not need to be told what she was hearing. Michael was digging through the diaper bag Julie had sent home with her.

"Alright, baby, corner time is over. You can turn around," Michael said.

Kylee turned around to see a towel laid out on the floor surrounded by her pink diaper bag, baby powder, baby wipes, barrier cream, and what Kylee recognized as the thickest diaper that Julie had sent home. Michael was also no longer naked, now wearing boxers and a black tank top.

"Come lay down, Ky-Ky. We'll get you into you ni-ni diapy while we discuss your new rules," Michael instructed, patting the towel for emphasis.

Kylee complied, laying down on the towel and spreading her legs to allow her husband-turned-Daddy to wipe her urine soaked crotch clean for the second time in less than 24 hours.

As Michael began to clinically clean and diaper Kylee, he talked.

"Ky-Ky, we've already established that, for the foreseeable future you will be my daughter and I will be your Daddy, for all intents and purposes," Michael started. "What we haven't determined is how young I will be treating you."

Kylee groaned internally, knowing what was coming.

"If this was just an issue of you lying or spending money irresponsibly, maybe I'd consider treating you as a teenager, pre-teen, or even elementary schooler," Michael continued. "But, Ky-Ky, you have to admit, your behavior these last few days has been more than childish, it's been fucking infantile."

Kylee could only nod her head in agreement. She knew she couldn't argue with being told she had been acting like a toddler while the man lecturing her was diapering her because she wet herself.

"So, I've decided that, until you earn my trust back, you will be treated like and expected to act like, a toddler," Michael said.

Despite knowing it was coming, Kylee couldn't help but groan in displeasure at the words. How had her life come to this?

"You could always back out," Michael reminded Kylee in response to her groan, "I can get the divorce paperwork going in the morning."

"No! No! Baby Ky-Ky will be a good little toddler for Daddy," Kylee responded quickly, but clearly halfheartedly.

"Good! Now, what this means for you. First, I think it's clear that you are clearly not potty trained properly. So, we are going to start from the ground floor. Until I deem it's time for you to be potty trained, the toilet is off limits to you. You will be diapered 24/7. It was kind of Julie and Emily to send you home with some diapers, but we'll be getting more."

"Next, babies do not change their own diapers. Plus, you don't seem to mind being changed," Michael continued, patting Kyle's crotch that was now covered by a diaper for emphasis, "so, you are not allowed to change your own diaper."

"Similarly, babies don't dress themselves or pick their own clothes out. From now on, you will only wear what I, or someone I designate as your caregiver, dresses you in."

"Next, babies do not pick out their own food or feed themselves. From now on, you will only eat what I give you and eat it in the way I allow it."

"Also, because you are just a baby now, and I don't want your messy little butt stinking up my room, you no longer are allowed to sleep in the master bedroom. For now you can sleep on the guest room bed, but I anticipate making some changes to that room to better accommodate your new position."

This was a step farther than Kylee was expecting. She opened her mouth in protest.

"I can't sleep in my own room? What changes to the guest..." Kyle's protests were cut off when Michael suddenly shoved a pacifier in her mouth.

"Ssshhhh, Baby Ky-Ky! Baby's don't question their daddies' decisions." Michael said.

Kylee took the pacifier in her mouth, recognizing it almost immediately as the same pacifier Emily has gagged her with in the van. She looked up at Michael, confusion in her eyes.

"This gets me to my last rule, for now. Babies love their paci's. Conveniently, I see Julie sent you home with one today?" It was Michael's turn to raise his eyebrow questioningly. Kylee just blushed and turned away.

"It's okay, we can address that later," Michael continued, "But, like I said, babies love their paci's. So, for now on, unless an adult takes the pacifier out of your mouth, I expect you to be suckling on a rubber nipple at all times. Understood?"

Kylee began to suckle and shook her head in affirmation.

"Good. With those rules set, it's still late. Let's get you settled in your new room and we'll start the first day of the rest of our lives tomorrow!" Michael said with more cheer than Kylee thought was strictly necessary.

Michael then helped his new baby stand up and escorted her as she toddled, legs splayed by the large diaper, into the guest room. Michael helped Kylee climb into the sheets of the bed and tucked her in like a child. He then kissed Kylee gently on the forehead.

"Goodnight, baby," Michael said as he turned off the lights.

"Nigh-night, Daddy," Kylee lisped back from behind the shield of her pacifier, turning red from her inability to speak properly with the rubber nipple in her mouth.

Michael closed the door on Kylee, leaving her in the strange bed, in the strange room, in her own house to ruminate on how quickly her life had been completely upended.

Alone with her thoughts, her head spinning with her feelings of humiliation, concern over dealing with Michael and Julie in the morning, and desire for the rock hard cock that she could still remember the feel of pressed against her breasts after the spanking, Kylee relieved her stress in the only way she could think of.

She let one hand drift down into the front of her diaper and placed the other on the nipple of her left breast. She started running herself vigorously, melting into her arousal as her pussy grew wetter and wetter. She started to moan through the pacifier, slowly letting herself form words.

"Imma digustin', naughty lil' baby! Imma digustin', naughty lil' baby! Imma digustin', naughty lil' baby!" Kylee lisped repeatedly until she let out a quiet scream into her as she brought her disgusting, naughty self to orgasm.