Some lifestyle changes

Before long, the car pulled into the driveway and they were home. Christy was still somewhat anxious to find out what kind of things would be different at the house given the warning Stacy had given her a few moments earlier. Considering the fact that Stacy had specifically mentioned 'warning' her, she was becoming more and more convinced that it wasn't going to be good. She just wasn't sure what exactly could have changed, especially since they'd both been gone all day so Stacy had no chance to come home and change anything.

She wouldn't have to wait long, though, as Stacy soon walked around and helped her out of her seat in the car. As they reached the door, Stacy moved the welcome mat and retrieved the key from underneath it. After sliding the key into the door handle and turning it, Stacy opened the door and stepped inside. Christy followed closely behind, cautiously looking around the living room for a moment to see if she could spot any of the 'differences' Stacy had warned her about on the car ride home. It didn't take her long to spot something that hadn't been there before, but she wasn't quite sure what she was looking at.

Sitting off to the side of their couch was what looked like an oversized baby bouncer, the circular kind with a tray surrounding the seat. This particular one looked to be almost 2 feet off the ground and certainly large enough to support the weight of an adult, with a seemingly plastic frame supported by a circular base. There were a few toys strewn about on the bouncer's tray: a large plastic key ring, a small stuffed cat, and even a rattle. The bouncer had a few things built onto the tray as well, a small multicolored roller with various animals printed on it as well as a small track with various sized plastic rings on it to slide around.

Noticing Christy's rather dumbfounded expression upon seeing the bouncer, Stacy chuckled and walked over to it. "It's kinda crazy to look at it, isn't it? Looks just like the ones you'd buy for a baby, only... bigger." She pressed down on the tray as she reached it, causing it to sink and then 'bounce' back up. She idly slapped the roller, causing it to spin in its place for a moment before coming to rest on a different animal. "The rest of the stuff isn't quite as visually striking as this, I have to imagine this was more expensive too but I'm not 100% sure on that one."

Christy had really only partially been paying attention, still rather confused by the bouncer, but she caught that last comment. It brought Christy right back to the question she'd had as soon as she'd laid eyes on the bouncer and she pulled her pacifier out to ask it. "Wait, what do you mean you're not sure? How did you get this? This can't be something you just walk into Wal-Mart and ask for, they don't make these this... big."

The first response Stacy had to that question was a nod. They certainly don't make bouncers this big. Not usually, at least. However, the more significant question required an answer more involved than a simple nod: just how did she get something like this? Especially if she isn't sure how much it cost. Stacy turned back to the bouncer after nodding, looking it over as she responded more directly. "A friend of mine from high school had a lot of... custom stuff made for her partner. They ended up splitting up a few months ago and the stuff was just collecting dust, so I made her an offer on it all once our bet was finished." She looks back at Christy now, chuckling again. "It wasnt cheap, I can tell you that."

Putting aside why her friend would have ordered something like this, there was still another big question on Christy's mind, one that was perhaps even more pressing than how Stacy got her hands on this stuff. "Okay, but why? Th-This is supposed to be a temporary thing, until I can, ya'know, get back to normal panties. Why spend so much on this stuff?"

It was a fair question, all things considered. This didn't seem like something you use for a week or two and toss out, it was custom made and expensive. It was meant to last. Again, though, Stacy didn't seem to miss a beat as she stepped back over to Christy to respond. "Well, I told you yesterday that you're getting the full treatment until you can get back to those big girl panties. If you were only going to be doing this for a week, I probably wouldn't have bothered, but be honest here: you're not making any progress. It's gonna be a while before you earn your pull-ups back, let alone big girl panties. If this is embarrassing enough for you to help speed that along, I think it's worth it."

Stacy gave a bit of a shrug after that comment, seemingly still confident that the embarrassment from this situation would be enough to motivate Christy to work harder on regaining her potty training. She added on afterward, though, to address the other half of that question. "Besides, I got a pretty good deal on it since this stuff was taking up a lot of space in her house. When it's time to get rid of it, I don't think I'll have too much trouble getting at least most of the money back."

Despite Stacy's confidence in the value this furniture had for the situation Christy was in, Christy wasn't so enthusiastic about having it around. "Okay, even if you can sell this stuff when we're done, I don't want to use it at all. I get that you want this to be the full treatment but this is going too far, I'm not using that thing." She pointed to the bouncer dismissively, making the point abundantly clear that she had no intentions of using it.

That didn't seem to sit too well with Stacy, who tilted her head a bit at the tone Christy had taken. "You did this last night and I tried to give you some leeway, I even compromised with you in a way I didn't have to, but I'm not doing that here. You're having accidents in your pants, like a baby. You were bawling earlier at work because you got teased for having an accident, like a baby. You are acting like a baby, Christy, and the only way I see to make you stop is to treat you like one until it gets embarrassing enough for you to make an effort to stop."

No words were held back there as Stacy scolded Christy for her behavior. However, Christy didn't exactly seem to take that well and was almost immediately firing back to defend herself. "I don't care! I'm trying my best to stop, ya'know..." She trails off for a moment, a hint of a blush on her cheeks before she quickly moves on. "Maybe that's not good enough, I don't know, but I'm NOT using that thing! I'm not using ANY of this stuff you bought! I don't care how much you paid for it, it's too far! I'm not a baby and I'm NOT going to be treated like one!"

Surprisingly, Stacy remained silent throughout that little outburst from Christy, listening to each word she had to say. By the time she'd finished, though, Christy could tell by the look on Stacy's face that she'd made a mistake. The look wasn't hurt or surprised, it was a look of anger. After a moment or two of silence, a chance for Christy to feel the instant regret for what she'd just done, Stacy moved towards her and took her by the arm. She dragged her to the couch, where she was pulled over Stacy's knee. Stunned at first by Stacy's anger, Christy quickly found herself being blinded by the skirt of her dress which had been pulled up to reveal her diaper.

It took a moment for Christy to realize what was even happening, but as she felt Stacy slide her diaper down just past her butt, she realized what was coming next. The dress being pulled up as far as it was restricted her movement, though, and all she could do was frantically kick her feet as Stacy brought down a hard smack onto Christy's bottom! As Christy yelped in pain from the start of the spanking, Stacy started to speak in rhythm with the smacks. "You DO NOT yell at me!" Smack! "You DO NOT talk back to me!" Smack! "You ARE acting like a baby -" Smack! "- and you WILL be treated like one -" Smack! "- until you can start acting a little more mature." Smack!

That last comment was followed by a brief bit of silence, the only sounds in the room being the smacks of the spanking being dealt out and the ever-worsening crying from Christy as her butt grew a bright red. Eventually Stacy continued speaking, no longer pausing for the smacks. "I pay for the house, I pay for the Daycare's lease, and I have given you SO many chances with this. You are going to listen to me and do what I say or you're NOT going to like the results." The spanking continued, with Christy practically wailing at this point after having endured a good thirty or so smacks. "Now I think it's time for some rules to be set down. Are you going to listen to me?"