Emily is in another therapy appointment. She in no mood to play along, however, and things quickly spiral out of control when a certain word is used.

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“You’re fucking my wife.” Emily said bluntly as soon as she had sat down.

Catherine was taken aback. Amelia had sent her a text message to say that Emily knew what they were doing but that it had been smoothed over. However, as she looked across at her patient, she saw someone who didn’t seem entirely happy with the arrangement. Could Catherine blame her? Poor Emily had been locked up for weeks and had now found out her wife was sleeping with someone else. She had every reason to be upset.

This was something Catherine had known would happen sooner or later. She had let lust rule her and that had led to doing something very unethical and immoral. She had got far too involved. It was too late to pull back now though. She still believed in the regression therapy ultimately helping Emily even if the road to get there was rocky. She tried to compose a response as Emily stared at her.

“Amelia and I, we were lovers in college.” Catherine said in her soft disarming voice, “That flame was never totally extinguished.”

“It’s not good enough!” Emily pouted, “She’s MY wife.”

“I understand why you would be upset.” Catherine said.

“Oh? You do?” Emily snorted, “Well, that’s alright then!”

“Let me ask you a question.” Catherine said slowly, “Are you more upset that I’m having sex with your wife or that you AREN’T having sex with her?”

Catherine watched Emily open her mouth but then she closed it again without uttering a word. It was interesting, she would expect this to be an easy answer for nearly all of her patients. The betrayal of having a spouse cheat on you was crushing and yet Emily seemed unsure whether it was worse than her own lack of sex. Catherine wondered whether she should put this down to selfishness or not. After all, some people genuinely didn’t mind if their partners slept with other people, in fact, some relationships flourished like that. It was hard to know whether she was just justifying her own actions or not.

After Emily seemed to be torn in half by an internal battle she finally settled on sulking. Catherine saw her fold her arms in front of her chest as she sat back in the seat. Her face was red. The toys and everything had been laid out like the previous couple of appointments but unlike last time Emily hadn’t gone straight to them.

“It doesn’t matter.” Emily finally said as she looked away. Catherine wondered if she realised how much she was pouting.

“I think it does matter.” Catherine replied, “I know what I’ve seen here and at your house. The diapers, what you do in those diapers, the chastity… Amelia has needs that you aren’t able to fulfil. Let’s face it, with all the stuff she has to do to look after you… you can be a bit of a burden sometimes.”

Catherine wasn’t sure why what she said hit a nerve in Emily but she could see an instant change in her demeanour. Her patient’s face seemed to drain of colour and her chest started rising and falling quickly, it seemed like she was about to have a panic attack. Catherine saw Emily’s face contort through several emotions in seconds. At one point it looked like she was about to cry and in the next towering rage seemed to have overtaken her.

Emily stood up. Catherine could see that the diapered woman was shaking all over and unbelievably tense. She suddenly felt quite worried, she had seen Emily get animated before but this was something different, something altogether scarier. Emily kicked the toys in front of her hard and they went flying across the room. A teddy bear smashed into a shelf behind Catherine who heard several things getting knocked off it. A doll crashed into the wall and knocked off one of Catherine’s diplomas, the glass shattered as it hit the ground.

“Emily! Stop!” Catherine exclaimed. She contemplated the emergency button under her desk for if a patient got violent, it would send the security guard and anyone else available to help running in.

“I’m not…” Emily picked up a cushion from the couch. She was gripping it so hard Catherine thought it might tear in half, “A BURDEN!”

The cushion was launched towards Catherine desk in the corner of the room. It hit her computer monitor which fell forwards, the wires stopped it falling to the ground but instead made it swing right into the PC where the screen hit so hard Catherine was sure it would be cracked.

Despite the damage being done it seemed like Emily wasn’t done. Catherine had received training for these occasions. She knew ways to take Emily down and calm her, she was currently a threat to herself as much as Catherine and the therapist would’ve been totally within her rights to bring out these pacifying techniques. But Catherine had an alternative in mind, one the fit the regression therapy that she was trying to administer, she hoped it would have the same effect.

Catherine stood up and grabbed hold of Emily’s arms. She was able to push the woman down on to her knees in front of the couch. There was a lot of struggling and swearing but Emily had never been strong and was slowly losing the battle.

“I’m restraining you for your own safety!” Catherine said through gritted teeth as she got Emily to bend over the seat.

Now was Catherine’s chance. With one arm she held the shrieking woman in place and with the other she pulled down Emily’s pants revealing the big white diaper underneath it. She noticed it was mainly dry apart from the area between her legs which had changed colour.

Catherine reared her hand back and brought it forwards on to Emily’s rear end. The sound of flesh hitting the thin plastic outer shell of the diaper echoed around the office. Catherine heard Emily gasp but already she seemed to be struggling less. She took that as a good sign and continued the spanking.

The diaper most likely prevented a lot of the pain being felt but it seemed to be having the desired effect. Emily became calmer and calmer until something quite unexpected happened. Emily burst into tears.

These weren’t quiet sobs that often happened during the course of therapy. These were huge wails of sadness. Catherine stopped spanking but kept Emily in place. The diapered woman’s whole body was shaking again but this time it wasn’t from anger. The fight had gone out of her. Catherine eased off until she wasn’t holding Emily down at all. Instead, she sat down next to her on the floor and let her cry it out and waited.

Eventually Emily slid backwards leaving a large wet patch on the couch cushion. She was kneeling on the floor and leaning forwards with her forehead against the edge of the couch. Catherine was next to her and slowly raised a hand. She placed it on Emily’s shoulder and felt the diapered woman soften and slump slightly. For another minute there was silence before Emily’s red face pulled away from the couch. She looked a mess with her hair sticking out in every direction.

“Amelia…” Emily sniffed and reached for the tissues which, in the chaos of her tantrum, had ended up on the floor nearby, “Called me a burden.”

Catherine made sure to have a sympathetic expression on her face even if she wasn’t sure why it had caused such a strong reaction. She had never been sat on the floor with a patient like this but it seemed like the first time Emily had truly been vulnerable, the first time she had got through those emotional walls. Besides, Emily was not like any other patient.

“Is there a reason that word provokes such a strong reaction?” Catherine asked softly.

It was a risk. Asking questions brought the opportunity for Emily to clam up again, to rebuild the walls that had just tumbled down. At the same time, Catherine knew that if she didn’t nudge Emily in the right direction she could easily sit there until the session ended. The visceral hate that Emily stared at Catherine with made her think the gamble hadn’t paid off, after a second the intensity disappeared though. Emily wiped her nose.

Catherine sat and listened. As a therapist it was what she spent most of her time doing. She listened as Emily told her the story of her childhood, something she so rarely talked about. She empathised as Emily shared the story of her father walking out and the letter he had left, the one which had called her a burden. A word that had gained more significance than any other in her mind. Emily had to stop telling her story a few times as fresh tears broke out but she eventually got through everything.

“… And then, Amelia called me… that word.” Emily said as she winced. It seemed just thinking it hurt her, “It… It all came flooding back. Everything. It’s stupid, I know.”

“It’s not stupid.” Catherine said. She put her hand on Emily’s arm, “Words have power and I understand that, for you, THAT word has a lot of power. I want to apologise for using it to describe you. I would never have done so if I had known what it meant to you.”

“It’s OK.” Emily sniffed and wiped her eyes, “You didn’t know.”

“Does Amelia know?” Catherine asked.

“No.” Emily replied, “I’ve never told anyone. I don’t know why.”

“That letter hurt you a lot.” Catherine said, “You were a child, you didn’t know how to deal with it. You locked all those emotions in a box and that word is the key. When it is said it opens that lock and lets everything you’ve locked away burst out.”

“She’s right though. Dad was right.” Emily was looking at the floor, “I’m useless to anyone.”

“That’s not true.” Catherine said, “Amelia adores you. If nothing else you should know that you are loved.”

“It doesn’t feel like it sometimes.” Emily sighed, “Every time Amelia changes something and I’m treated more like a… Well, like a baby, it feels like she doesn’t love me at all.”

Catherine was getting some fascinating insights into how the regression therapy was affecting Emily. Her professional curiosity was, for once, taking a backseat to her personal feelings though. She had got caught up with things, it could never be an objective study when she had such strong emotions for Amelia, but it had blinded her to how Emily might feel about things.

“I don’t care if you sleep with Amelia.” Emily said after a short silence. She was looking pointedly away from Catherine and her cheeks were flushing red, “It’s kind of hot, if I’m honest. And someone might as well do since I can’t.”

Emily patted the front of her diaper. Catherine knew that underneath was the caged sexual organs that prevented Emily from doing anything sexual, even when she was by herself. She knew a lot more about Emily than she did about any other patient, that was for sure. She didn’t quite know what to say to Emily giving permission for her to cheat. It was a situation that shouldn’t ever have come up and yet Emily seemed to be alright with it.

“Besides, I’m such a “bad girl” I’m sure Amelia isn’t interested in me anyway.” Emily continued after a few seconds.

“A bad girl?” Catherine repeated.

Catherine listened again as Emily explained how the language used by Amelia had changed. She talked about various instances where she was called a “good girl” and the many more times she had been called bad. Catherine was noticing a problem, something she should’ve seen when they agreed to try this therapy. She made a mental note to tell Amelia as soon as possible. This twisted version of regression therapy wouldn’t work unless they got everything right.

“I see…” Catherine said when Emily had talked herself to a standstill, “What would being a “good girl” entail?”

“I don’t know.” Emily shrugged, “Probably… following the rules and doing what I’m told.”

“And do you think if you did those things Amelia would appreciate it?” Catherine asked.

Emily nodded her head. Catherine smiled and nodded too. That was good. Emily recognised that Amelia’s reactions were dependent on her behaviour. If she behaved well, she wouldn’t be called bad. It was a lot easier to fix the problem when the solution was easy to lay out.

“Have you tried following the rules?” Catherine asked slowly, “Perhaps if you behave, you’ll get rewards instead of punishments. You’ll get “good girls” instead of “bad girls.””

Catherine watched Emily for a reaction. The patient seemed to be thinking hard. Catherine wasn’t going to presume Emily was so stupid as to have not considered following the rules or that she didn’t know what she was doing wrong, however, sometimes having another person spell it out helped to connect the dots.

Catherine’s phone, on the floor now, vibrated and let out a soft tone. It was the end of the appointment. Emily had been seeing her long enough to recognise the noise. Catherine watched as her patient took a deep breath. Finally, both women slowly stood back up. Emily looked around the room and winced.

“Oh crap…” Emily said. She suddenly looked ashamed, “I’ve messed your office up.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Catherine replied. She put a hand on Emily’s back, “It’s nothing that can’t be fixed.”

Catherine saw Emily hesitate for a few seconds before she suddenly turned and wrapped her in a tight hug. Catherine was taken aback. Normally she would frown on such intimate behaviour with a patient, but this was far from a normal situation. She put her own arms around Emily.

“Thank you.” Emily whispered.

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