Kylee tries to get a diaper change.

Kylee laid with her head in Emily's lap with her eyes closed, letting herself indulge in the younger woman's gentle caress. Kylee felt so little, but appreciated and cared for in that moment. It was the most comfortable, at ease, and loved she had felt in as long as she could remember. As Emily gently ran her fingers through Kylee's hair and lightly moaned in her own, post-orgasm pleasure, Kylee let the stress of all of the embarrassment and humiliations she and endured that morning sleep away.

Well, she tried to sleep away until a familiar itching feeling on her bottom started to make itself known. Kylee wrinkled her nose in disgust as she reached her hand down and rubbed the back of diaper, trying to get relief from the painful itching. All she succeeded in doing though was further squishing around her own mess.

Kylee looked up at Emily from her position on Emily's lap, doing her best to ignore Emily's beautiful exposed breasts. Kylee then popped one her thumbs in her mouth in order to hopefully look cuter and more helpless before she made her next request. Emily looked down at Kylee and smiled at the adult woman sucking her thumb.

"Mith Emmy," Kylee said from behind her thumb. "Ky-Ky make poopies. Ky-Ky get new diapy?" Kylee lisped from behind her thumb, hoping beyond hope she asked pathetically enough to get her babysitter to change her.

Emily smiled and moved to reposition Kylee's body on her lap. Pushing on Kylee's shoulder, she gentle enticed the diapered to lay face down on her lap, leaving Kylee's padded ass pointed in the air. Kylee grimaced into the couch cushion as she felt one of Emily's fingers hook the waistband of her diaper and lift it up for a diaper check.

"Peeee-yew, baby girl! You have really destroyed your little diapy, haven't you?" Emily said, causing Kylee to blush and squirm a little in indignation. "Normally, I wouldn't indulge a baby presumptuous enough to ask for a change, let alone one who is already in trouble for trying to break her Daddy's rule, but, since you've been SO good for your babysitter and asked so preciously, I'll see what we can do."

Emily punctuated her statement by delivering a playful slap to Kylee's shit-filled diaper and helping the diapered woman crawl to the floor.

"Why don't you sit here in the middle of the living room while I go get your diaper bag?" Emily asked in a tone that implied the question was more of an instruction. Not wanting to mess up her good luck, Kylee complied, crawling to the middle of the living room and planting her mushy tush on the floor with her legs spread.

Kylee remained in that position as she listened to Emily go back to Kylee's--no, Daddy's, Kylee corrected herself grudgingly--master bedroom to gather the changing supplies Julie had sent her home from the gym with. Kylee became concerned though as Emily walked into the room, holding the bag, and shaking her head.

"Baby, I'm so sorry, but it looks like your Nanny wasn't prepared for you to become, um, this," Emily stopped, gesturing generically in Kyle's direction, "so soon. It looks like that was the only diaper she packed for you. Everything else in the bag are pull-ups, and you clearly aren't ready for those."

Kylee's heart sank. How long was she going to have to wait to get out of her shitty pants? She could already feel the need to pee again and didn't think this diaper could hold another accident.

"THAT'S NOT FAIR!" Kylee wailed, as she realized it may be hours before she got a proper change. "Please just put me in a pull-up! Or undies? Or anything? It's not fair Nanny didn't send me home properly prepared! Please, please just change me!"

Emily glared down at Kylee as Kylee started yelling and begging for a change. Her demeanor quickly reverting from the warmth of a caregiver to the coolness of a cruel disciplinarian.

"Not fair?" Emily said coldly, cutting Kyle's tantrum off. "Was it Nanny Juliet fault you started wetting yourself?" Emily waited for a response.

"No, but," Kylee started to answer before Emily cut her off again.

"Was it your Nanny's fault that you decided to try to frame your husband as a bed wetter?" Emily asked.

"No, but," Kylee answered before Emily cut her short a third time.

"Was it Nanny's fault you tried to brake your Daddy's rules the first chance you got?" Emily continued.

"No, BUT," Kylee tried desperately, unsuccessful to finish her answer.

"And was it Nanny's fault you shit your pants like the pathetic little pampers packer you are?" Emily finished.

"No," Kylee said, cheeks red, eyes turned down in defeated.

"That's what I thought," Emily said sternly, "The fact you don't have enough diapers to get out of your poopy pants is one person's fault, and one person's fault only. Whose fault is it, Kylee?"

Kylee grimaced. The use of Kylee's adult name felt like a smack in the face.

"It's, it's my fault," Kylee conceded, glaring at the floor between her legs.

"That's right. It's your fault Kylee, for being a pathetic, little manipulative pants wetter and diaper shitter," Emily lectured. "Now, I want you to tell me what you are, just so I know you won't forget again."

Kylee gritted her teeth, seething in anger, but knowing she had to comply with Emily's orders still or let Michael know how quickly she attempted to disobey him.

"I'm a pathetic, little manipulative pants wetter and diaper shitter," Kylee said reluctantly, but, obediently.

"That's right!" Emily said with false cheer in her voice. "And, manipulative little pants wetters and diaper shitters like you can't be trusted wearing anything except for diaper, correct, Kylee?"

Kylee gritted her teeth again, but answered the question.

"Yes, Ms. Emily." Kylee had completely dropped the cutesy baby girl act at this point, knowing reverting to it would be futile.

"Lucky for you, Baby Ky-Ky, I do have a solution for your stinky problem," Emily said.

Kylee perked up at those words, letting herself feel a little bit of hope.

"You do?" Kylee asked.

"Of course I do, I am your *favorite* babysitter, aren't I?" Emily responded. Kylee just looked at Emily expectantly waiting for her proposed solution.

"That wasn't a rhetorical question, Baby Ky-ky. I am your favorite babysitter aren't I? You are going to *beg* your Daddy to make me your regular babysitter, right? I wouldn't want to tell him about all of your naughty behavior this morning, would I? I mean, how would he feel hearing about you trying to use the bathroom, then cumming humping another woman's leg, then sucking on my tits until I came like a little whore?"

Kylee's stomach dropped in fear, realizing just how much ammunition she had given Emily this morning. She actually felt her bladder release a little in fear. She jumped to answer Emily's question quickly.

"You are my most FAVORITITIST babysitter Mith Emmy! I make Daddy hire you all DA's time!" She said, hoping that slipping back to her more toddler like way of speaking would help appease Emily a little.

"That's what I thought," Emily said with a satisfied smirk, "given that, I can let you know my plan. We are out of diapers here and who knows when your Daddy is going to come home with more. I also have a shift at the gym coming up soon, and you need to go to the gym to meet up your end of the deal with your Nanny. So, I figure, we can get your dressed, strap you into the back seat of my car, and take you to Nanny's daycare to get taken care of. You can stay there for the rest of the day, and I'll drive you home after work. Does that work for you?"

That idea sounded horrible to Kylee. She didn't want to leave the house in a messy diaper, let alone get strapped into a car seat and then be marched through the gym in one. However, she knew she didn't have any other options.

"Dat sounds gweat Mith Emmy," Kylee lisped out, trying to hide her disapproval of the idea as best she could.

"Great! And I found the perfect outfit for you in your closet! It's just SO cute!" Emily said, reaching into the bag and pulling out a plaid shirt and button up shirt with short puffy sleeves and a Peter Pan collar. "It might be a little mature for you, but it was the most appropriate thing I could find."

Kylee groaned internally, immediately recognizing the outfit as her Catholic school girl uniform she wore for a little roleplay from time to time. Rather than being short and revealing, it was incredibly accurate looking outfit, just sized up for an adult. With the poopy diaper underneath, she knew she was going to look and feel ridiculous.

Kylee knew she couldn't stop this though. So, with a resigned determination, she got on her hands and knees and crawled over to Emily to let the younger woman dress her for their outing.