Perhaps Amelia has found the key to the relationship she has been trying to build as she finds a way to get Emily to seemingly embrace what's happening.

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“Is everything alright?” Amelia asked as Emily walked out of the building that contained Catherine’s office.

“I’m fine.” Emily replied.

“Are you sure?” Amelia continued, “You look like you’ve been crying.”

“It was just… a hard session.” Emily said. She was still feeling very emotional but it had equally tired her out. She didn’t have the energy to discuss it.

“Alright, well, I’m here if you want to talk about it, OK?” Amelia said as she put a hand on Emily’s legs and stroked it a little.

Emily nodded her head and even managed to give her wife a little smile before turning away to look out the window. She had been given a lot to think about. All her life she had been terrified of opening up to the extent that she had in Catherine’s office, and yet now that it had happened, she felt fine. The sky hadn’t fallen and everything was carrying on as usual. In fact, Emily felt like a weight she didn’t know she had been carrying had been lifted.

The car backed out of the space and in short order they were leaving the parking lot on their way home. Emily still had the things Catherine had said swirling around her head. Maybe she should try to listen to Amelia more. She had been spending so much time fighting everything that had happened to it and it just seemed to make things worse. Perhaps being good would stop that slide and maybe get things heading back to where they should be.

It was certainly something for Emily to think about as the car carried on towards home. However, halfway home Amelia turned the car towards the outskirts of town, the opposite direction to their house.

“Where are we going?” Emily asked.

“The mall.” Amelia replied, “I need to pick up a few things.”

Emily was nervous. She had been wet at the start of her appointment with Catherine and though she didn’t want to mention it to anyone, she had wet herself further during her outburst. Her diaper wasn’t critical yet but it wouldn’t be long until a change became a priority.

“Don’t worry.” Amelia smiled when she looked across and saw Emily’s anxious face, “I brought a change in case you need it.”

Emily blushed a little. She was clearly easier to read than she had imagined. She settled back into her seat. Emily would’ve much rather gone straight home; she was more than done with being out of the house by that time. She was going to argue that fact when she thought about Catherine’s words again. Maybe she should just try to go along with Amelia, not cause trouble, and see what happened. It couldn’t be worse than what had happened up until that point after all.

“OK.” Emily said.

It looked like Emily’s easy acquiescence had taken Amelia by surprise as she looked across the car briefly. Emily would be lying if she said she was entirely at ease but she going to try. The car carried on and in next to no time they were pulling into the parking lot. As the engine was switched off Emily’s bladder released again and she felt her diaper growing warmer, she really wasn’t confident it could last much longer.

“Amelia…” Emily said just as her wife was opening the door, “I think I need a change.”

“Alright.” Amelia looked over her seat to the back of the car, “Lay down on the backseat and I’ll change you.”

“H-Here!?” Emily swallowed nervously. They were parked in a quiet area where no one could easily see them but that hardly made her feel better. If the people who owned any of the cars around them came back they would see… everything.

“Why not?” Amelia asked with a shrug.

Yet again, Emily’s first reaction was to argue. She desperately didn’t want to be changed right there in the parking lot, but she was supposed to be good. She was supposed to do as she was told and trust that Amelia knew what was best for her. Even if she was scared, she wanted to be a good girl. She took a deep breath.

“OK.” Emily said with a deep breath.

Emily stepped out of the car and went to the backseat. She was trembling slightly as she waited for Amelia to come round the car. The trunk of the vehicle opened and when Amelia appeared by the open door it was with Emily’s diaper bag.

“Just relax, OK?” Amelia said with a smile, “I’ll take care of you.”

Emily swallowed and quickly nodded her head. Amelia removed Emily’s bottoms and left her wet diaper exposed. Emily’s eyes were wide, this felt very strange, it was the first time that Emily could feel the fresh air of the outside during a diaper change. She felt weirdly exposed as Amelia patted the wet padding. She wished her wife would just get on with it but she held her tongue.

The tapes were pulled away and the front of the diaper was pulled down. Emily felt like she was about to freak out but she breathed slowly and deeply to try and stay calm. If Amelia felt any nerves about doing what she was she wasn’t letting it show. She took some baby wipes and took her time cleaning around Emily’s cage. Emily didn’t know how her wife could be so cavalier about everything when she herself was freaking out. She just kept repeating to herself that she needed to try and be good to test Catherine’s hypothesis, to see if it made things better for her.

The wet diaper was pulled out from underneath Emily and then balled up. The horizontal woman saw Amelia place the used diaper up on top of the car and her eyes went wide. Now it would only take someone glancing over to know what was happening. She let out a little squeal of alarm.

It felt like an age before Emily felt fluffy padding underneath her again. For once, she couldn’t wait to be diapered again and as the front of the disposable was pulled up and over her princess parts she felt relief. She was soon dressed again. Emily had survived.

“There we go.” Amelia said with a smile.

Emily returned the smile somewhat nervously as Amelia leaned in and gave her a peck on the cheek that had her blushing.

“Good girl.” Amelia said.

Emily felt a shiver of happiness go down her spine. She felt all tingly and suddenly her smile felt a lot less forced. She had done as she was told and Amelia was acting so much nicer to her. It was working!

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“Yes!” Amelia exclaimed as she arched her back. Her sheet stuck to her back from the sweat of the intense lovemaking she was experiencing.

Catherine’s face was buried between her thighs. The therapist’s tongue had been exploring her deeply for around fifteen minutes and Amelia had already cum twice but her lover was relentless. They had been naked and entwined together for the last hour giving each other bliss.

“Oh fuck!” Amelia exclaimed as she gripped the sheets and threatened to rip them off the bed. She crested the mountain of pleasure and tumbled down the other side, her body tensing and releasing spasmodically until she slumped back on the bed. Her panting breath caused sweat to run down her body and she felt herself sticking to the sheets, a pool of her climax dampened the bed between her thighs.

Amelia’s heart was hammering and she was exhausted from the sex. Emily was downstairs and almost certainly had heard some of the screams of passion coming from both of them. Though from what Catherine had said before their passion had overtaken them was that she didn’t seem to mind all that much.

“Alright, alright… Stop, stop, stop…” Amelia said as she had to gently push Catherine’s face away from her sex. Her lover seemed like she could go on lapping at Amelia all night if she wasn’t physically stopped. Maybe it was getting permission from Emily that was breaking down whatever barriers remained for her, “I think I’m spent.”

Amelia looked down as Catherine inched forwards and laid her head sideways just above her vagina. The therapist was red in the face and breathing heavily. Amelia reached down and stroked her lover’s hair. She looked like she had run a marathon.

“You were fantastic.” Amelia said quietly as she laid back on the mattress.

“You weren’t so bad yourself.” Catherine replied between deep breaths of fresh air.

Amelia reached over to her water bottle and quickly swallowed half the contents. It was important to stay hydrated during sex, especially when it was more of a marathon than a sprint. Catherine slowly rolled over and then pushed herself up until she was lying next to Amelia who put her arm under her. Their skin glistened as the lay on top of the covers. Catherine nestled into Amelia with her head just above her lover’s breast.

“Water?” Amelia offered.

“I’m OK.” Catherine replied, “You gave me plenty to drink.”

Amelia laughed but blushed slightly. When she got particularly excited things got a little wet, especially when she orgasmed. Catherine ran a hand idly over Amelia’s toned tummy. They could’ve stayed there forever.

“How are things with Emily?” Catherine asked idly.

“You’re really going to fuck me for an hour and then ask me how my wife is?” Amelia joked, “She’s fine. She’s actually been better behaved recently.”

“Oh?” Catherine pushed back off Amelia and laid on the other side of the bed facing her.

“Yeah, she’s been doing as she’s told.” Amelia replied, “It doesn’t feel like she’s been fighting me every inch of the way for the last few days. Pretty much since her last therapy session actually. In fact, she looked upset when she came out of that last appointment…”

“Amelia…” Catherine said warningly, “You know I can’t share what happens in there.”

“For real?” Amelia snorted, “Come on, you’ve been telling me practically everything that happens. It’s how we ended up here, remember?”

“Alright, fine, but I’m not telling you what happened.” Catherine replied, “It’s for her to tell you if she wants to. It doesn’t really affect our regression therapy.”

“OK.” Amelia replied, “She’s OK though?”

“She’s fine.” Catherine smiled.

Normally Amelia might press the point a little bit more. Catherine had, after all, told her about a lot of the things that were supposed to be private. However, seeing how Catherine was looking at her and how Emily had been after coming out of the session she sensed that whatever happened had been quite big.

“Well, whatever happened, it seems to have helped the regression therapy quite a bit.” Amelia said, “She’s been as good as gold ever since.”

“Maybe, and don’t take this the wrong way…” Catherine paused and looked away, “Maybe you should… treat her a little better.”

“I treat her fine.” Amelia replied, a little hurt. She paused for a few seconds, “Don’t I?”

“I’m not saying you mistreat her or anything like that.” Catherine was quick to say, “But perhaps you’ve leaned too heavily on negative reinforcement and not positive.”

“What do you suggest?” Amelia asked.

“Well, little rewards from time to time. I know that Emily really appreciates when you call her a good girl, but maybe just a little treat every now and then when she’s being good.” Catherine suggested, “From my discussions with her I think she’d respond really well to positive reinforcement.”

Amelia reflected on everything that had happened since the diapers were introduced. It did seem like she had maybe neglected to reward her wife for good behaviour. If it was true that she responded well to it then perhaps it was a good idea. She loved Emily and, despite everything, she wanted to make her happy. If giving her little treats would help with the regression then it was something she would have to keep in mind.

“Anyway, do you mind if I have a quick shower?” Catherine asked as she sat up with a groan, “I’ve got some appointments this afternoon and I really need to watch the sex off me.”

“Sure, go ahead.” Amelia replied.

Catherine leaned in and the two shared a prolonged kiss before Catherine pulled away. Amelia remained on the bed a little while longer basking in the afterglow of her multiple orgasms. She had a strong desire to just stay there, perhaps have a little nap to replenish her energy, but she forced herself out of the bed and on to her feet.

Amelia’s legs were slightly shaky as she reached down and picked up her pink satin dressing gown and wrapped it around herself. She finished off her bottle of water before leaving the room, when she passed the bathroom, she could hear the shower and she briefly thought about giving in to her baser instincts and going in to join her girlfriend in the shower. She shook her head. She couldn’t spend her whole life in bed with Catherine no matter how much she wanted to; she had a baby to take care of.

Amelia walked downstairs. The muffled sounds of a cartoon coming from the Emily’s tablet became clearer the further she descended. She tied the ribbon around her waist to hold her gown closed and walked into the living room. As expected, Amelia was sat on the floor of her playpen holding a couple of dolls. The big baby looked up as Amelia entered, she was dressed adorably in a pink onesie which bulged out around her thick diapers. Playing, as Emily had clearly been doing whilst Amelia had been upstairs, was another example of her change in attitude recently. Rather than shunning the toys Amelia left out for her it seemed Emily was really trying to do as she was told and play with them.

“Hello.” Amelia said. She walked up to the edge of the fenced in play area and knelt down so she could rest her chin on top of the bars, “Are you alright? Keeping out of trouble?”

Emily nodded her head. Her hair, braided into pigtails that morning with pink ribbons on the end bounced up and down. Amelia smiled and patted her wife on the head.

“Good girl.” Amelia said.

Emily blushed pink but couldn’t hide the smile that appeared on her face. Amelia wondered if Catherine had stumbled on to something after all, her wife did seem to react well to positive reinforcement, maybe that had been the key all along.

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