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"I just don't know what to make of you, honey!" Britney chided, her hands playing deftly over the sensitive skin of her Little wife's inner thighs. "Here you've been whining for the last hour and doing your potty dance all through the park on the way home. You've been insisting the whole time that you're such a big girl, that you're way too big to use the pull ups I got you, that you're going to use the potty and nothing else. And yet just look at you!"

She gave the short, sharp cluck of a mother who's just about at her wits' end. "And look at this! The very moment I get you home and help you to the potty, what do I find? That you've gone and peed right in your pants, just like you promised me you wouldn't! And now your panties and pretty skirt are all wet, which certainly wouldn't have happened if you'd just have quit whining and put on your pull-ups like I said in the first place!"

Clair writhed her bare bottom impatiently on the changing table, a panicked light in her eyes as she saw the padding unfolding in Britney's hands. "Please, mommy, please- I really gotta go- It was an accident, I promise- It was just a dribble- I thought I could make it-" She trailed off at the sight of Britney's pursed lips and shaking head. "Oh, sweetie," she sighed, producing a booster and fluffing it briskly between her hands. "I know you think you're a big girl now. I know you think you're ready for big girl panties. But this is, what? the third time this week you've gone and soaked them?"

"Bu- but- you didn't let me-" "No more whining!" Britney reprimanded – and as she pulled the pastel cuffs hanging from the corner railings and began to slip them around Clair's feebly struggling ankles, the young woman began sniffling and clutching between her legs. "Please- please- I gotta go so bad- I just need the potty, Mommy-!"

To which the only response was an incredulous tut-tutting and firm hands forcing the final cuffs tight around her struggling wrists. "Oh, you still have to go, even after piddling in your panties? Well, it's a good thing Mommy's got a nice thick dipie just for you!" Britney's maternal smile was unyielding. "Now, I know you've been whining about how you don't like your diapers, baby," she continued, slipping the boosted diaper under the squirming young woman's bare bottom. "So I think Mommy has just the thing to make you like them a bit better…"

And before Clair could react, a petite and ready-lubed bullet vibrator was slipping up between her legs and into her most sensitive parts.

"Now, then!" Britney beamed, tugging the booster firmly into place over her sputtering wife's groin. "Go on, baby. Mommy's got a super nice buzzy buzzy feeling for you, just as soon as you let go and show her how much you still need your pretty diapers. Come on! Or do you need a little help?"

As her dexterous fingers kneaded against the desperate young woman's bulging bladder, Clair let out a whimpering wail of humiliation. "Moo-mmyy! Stop- stop- I'm gonna- I'm gonna-"

"You're gonna make an accident?" Britney chuckled, patting her shaking leg affectionately. "Oh, honey. It's not an accident if Mommy's telling you to go in your diaper! Come on. I know my little one is just going to love her buzzy buzzy little happy toy…"

And so, as the first wet spurt blossomed out into the booster, and as Britney pulled the diaper tightly closed to absorb the impending flood, deep in her pocket she flipped the switch on a little remote… and was rewarded by the open-mouthed gasp and guttural moan from the hapless Clair.

"Good girls get rewards when they finally obey," she chuckled, pulling the tapes tight at last around the trembling Clair's waist. "And really, aren't you so glad you're finally being a good girl for Mommy?"

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