Emily is having a difficult time, not made easier by another Catherine visit. When she sneaks upstairs she has her suspicions confirmed before confronting Amelia about them.

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Burden. Burden. Burden.

The word had been echoing around Emily’s head for days. It felt strange that with everything that had happened it was that word that had affected her most. Perhaps it was strange that Emily hadn’t seen herself as a burden when all she did was laze around at home making Amelia do the work but she’d always tried to justify it to herself. She would say she had worked hard earlier in the life so deserved time to relax, she would say she didn’t want to go out in public much, she had come up with plenty of excuses to act as she had. Somehow, she had convinced herself that Amelia didn’t mind how things were.

There was another reason that word affected Emily so much. It was one she hadn’t disclosed to anyone, one she didn’t want to EVER talk about, not even to Catherine. When she had been a child her father had walked out on the family. It had been very sudden but he had left a note. Emily, coming home from school one day, had been the one to find it. It listed all sorts of excuses for abandoning his family, all of them more or less bullshit, but one of them stuck in Emily’s head.

“The kids are a burden holding me back.” Emily’s father had written in a note clearly meant to be read by his wife and not one of his kids, “Between Alex’s troubles and Emily’s mental problems I have no time for me. I’ll send some money but I’m not coming home. Don’t try to contact me.”

That had only been a small part of the note but Emily remembered it word-for-word all those years later. Alex, Emily’s brother, had been a troubled child and had been brought home by the police several times despite only being a couple of years older than Emily. Emily’s father had used her dead name, of course, and the mental health struggles he was referring to had been her questioning her gender. In fact, it was that letter that had made her push those feelings away which had resulted in worse depression and anxiety. It had taken a long time for Emily to let those feelings back out again.

Sitting in the playpen Emily was struggling to forget both the letter she had read and Amelia’s choice of words. There was no way she could’ve known but it didn’t stop Emily from having complicated feelings about it.

The doorbell rang and Emily was brought out of her thoughts. She looked up from the tablet which she had been watching more cartoons on and looked towards the door to the hallway. Amelia was hurrying down the stairs whilst Emily just hoped whoever was visiting wouldn’t come inside. She couldn’t bear to be seen like this.

“Catherine, come in!” Amelia said happily.

Emily relaxed a bit. Whilst still embarrassing, at least Catherine knew most of the sordid secrets Emily was hiding from the rest of the world. Her thoughts quickly switched from relief to suspicion. Why was Catherine visiting again?

After the initial welcome Emily didn’t hear anything for a minute. As far as she could tell the front door hadn’t even been closed. She leaned to the side to try and see what was going on but the angles didn’t work. She sat back on the wet padding underneath her and frowned.

“Come on up.” Amelia’s voice eventually said.

Emily was looking through the bars as Amelia headed back up the stairs. She was followed by Catherine who was looking flushed in the face, she briefly stopped by the living room door as she saw Emily staring out at her. The therapist raised a hand and gave Emily a small wave before hurrying to follow Amelia.

Emily frowned. She obviously had her suspicions about what was going on but she wasn’t sure it was something she wanted to confront. She went back to the tablet. Whatever was happening she wasn’t going to confront anyone over it. She didn’t want to be a “burden.”

After a few minutes of silence from the rest of the house Emily heard rhythmic banging. A soft thumping that happened repeatedly for a little while. Emily looked up at the ceiling. Whether her assumptions about what was happening were correct or not she felt her body’s reaction to it nonetheless.

“Ouch!” Emily winced and her hands went down to the front of her diaper.

Why Emily’s suspicions that her wife and therapist were having sex was turning her on she couldn’t say. It had been a long time since she’d last been able to experience sexual pleasure thanks to the chastity cage. The only time it had been removed was a couple of days ago when Amelia had washed her private parts during a diaper change.

The noises from upstairs continued for quite a while. Emily could do nothing but try to tune it out. She watched the cartoons and lost herself in the world of the cartoon dogs that she had grown to like more and more. She could really appreciate the care that had gone into every aspect of the show. With most other television cut off from her now she could say the cartoon was probably her favourite thing to watch.

It was only when she heard giggling and footsteps coming down the stairs that Emily looked away from the screen. Amelia and Catherine were talking as they walked past the doorway and headed out to the kitchen. Emily waited a second and then stood up. If she wanted to find out what was happening there was no better time than right then.

Emily didn’t hesitate to go against Amelia’s wishes. She stepped over the side of the playpen and tip-toed over to the doorway. Her diaper was hanging slightly from its wetness and was only covered by the skirtall she was wearing over the top. She had straps going up and over her shoulders, one was slipping down slightly and she hooked it back up as she carefully leaned around the doorway.

The sound of conversation was coming from the kitchen. Emily heard the coffee machine turn on and scampered across to the staircase. She stopped for a second to make sure no one saw or heard her. When she was sure the coast was still clear she climbed up the stairs taking care to avoid the one she knew was squeaky. It was strange, this was her house and yet she felt like she was trespassing. It was because she had been told to stay in her pen, she wasn’t following the rules and felt naughty for it. She actually felt a little thrill at being disobedient.

Downstairs, chairs scraped on the floor and Emily quickly climbed up to the landing. She didn’t know where Catherine and Amelia were going but she wanted to get what she was there for done and then get back to the playpen before anyone noticed she was missing.

Emily walked down the landing to the master bedroom. It had been a while since she had been in there, it didn’t even feel like it was partly her room anymore. She pushed the door open and almost immediately felt like her suspicions had been confirmed. She could smell sex in the air, a clammy, musky smell that was instantly recognisable. The bed was a mess, pillows were lying everywhere and the sheets were askew. Emily heard the front door open and then close a couple of seconds later, then footsteps on the stairs.

Emily closed the bedroom door but was trapped inside. She backed further into the bedroom and saw a discarded pair of panties on the floor. They weren’t Amelia’s. She felt a flood of conflicting emotions. She was angry, hurt, confused, jealous, disappointed she hadn’t been there… and inside her diaper her penis throbbed painfully against the cage again.

Emily stayed in the musky room as the footsteps rounded the top of the stairs and came towards the door. She turned to face the door completely unsure of what she was going to say or do when it inevitably opened.

“I thought I’d find you in here.” Amelia pushed the door open to see Emily.

“You…” Emily mumbled.

“Had sex with Catherine?” Amelia finished the sentence for her wife, “Yes, I did. I kind of assumed you already knew.”

“I… had suspicions.” Emily muttered. She sat down on the edge of the bed and looked down at the floor.

“What are you thinking?” Amelia asked as she walked over and sat down next to Emily.

“Why?” Emily asked simply, “Am… Am I not good enough?”

“Firstly, Emily, I love you.” Amelia said as she placed her hand on Emily’s leg, “I always have and I always will. But there are certain things you just can’t give me.”

“Y-You mean… because I’m trans?” Emily asked.

“No, no, no! Absolutely not.” Amelia said quickly, “That has nothing to do with it. What I mean is, I need a grown-up woman in my life. I love you, but you’re just a little girl.”

Emily felt humiliation washing over her. She had always felt she was fine at sex. Sure, she was no super romantic and sex was mainly about just getting off and then going to sleep but was she really that bad? Apparently so.

Emily knew that for most people this revelation could dissolve a marriage. Most people wouldn’t accept any reasoning, and yet, as she sat on the edge of the bed in a soggy diaper and chastity cage, she understood Amelia’s reasoning. She didn’t want to end the relationship; she was just pouting that she was being left out.

“You want me to be happy, don’t you?” Amelia asked. When Emily nodded her head she continued, “Good, I think it’s best for all of us. However, I think there is something we need to do.”

“Huh?” Emily grunted. For a second, she allowed herself to get her hopes up that her much neglected princess parts were going to get some attention. It had been so long and the only time she had orgasmed since the cage went on was the embarrassing day on the bus.

“Bend over the bed.” Amelia said sternly as she stood up, “I told you to stay in your playpen and you didn’t. You’ve been a bad girl and need to be punished.”

That seemed exceedingly unfair to Emily. After the major revelations she thought she might get away with the rule breaking but Amelia hadn’t been distracted. She looked up at her wife hoping for mercy but saw none in Amelia’s eyes. She sighed and did as she was told. Very quickly the bottom of her skirtall was lifted up and Amelia’s hands tugged down her diaper exposing her butt.

“I love you.” Amelia said, “I wish you would be a good girl.”

Rather than a “burden”, Emily thought to herself as she waited for the first blow to land. Emily whimpered. Her head was turned to the side and she was tensed up as she waited for the first spank. Her eyes were tightly closed as she felt her wife rubbing the skin of her butt. The hand drew back and Emily balled her hands into fists.

The first blow landed and no matter how ready Emily felt like she was it still stung and still made her yelp. The pain radiated out quickly but before she had a chance to ready herself a second smack landed on to her other cheek. Tears welled up in Emily’s eyes. Her face was pressed into the very mattress where Amelia had just been having sex with another woman and now she was very literally having her nose rubbed in it.

The spanking continued. Emily counted ten spanks to each cheek before Amelia finally stopped. Her butt stung terribly as the wet diaper was pulled up and over it, it had cooled a lot since being exposed to the air. Emily was helped up and turned around but before she could say or do anything her wife pulled her into a tight hug. Her head was pressed between her wife breasts and her mouth watered in an almost Pavlovian response.

“Let’s get that diaper changed.” Amelia said softly as she stroked Emily’s hair, “And then you can have a little drink.”

That seemed to be what intimacy was for Emily now. Sex was off the table, with her parts locked up she couldn’t do anything even if she wanted to, it seemed that her version of getting close physically and emotionally with her wife was now relegated to diaper changes and breast feedings…

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