A new kind of therapy (with Matt_Bradock)
 

Alexandra Marie Kreizler was sitting on the soft cushioned couch in the living room. The grandfather clock’s pendulum was moving away and tick tocking gently. Sandy was a 6 year old little tomboy and certainly had been lacking a bit of fatherly attention. It hadn’t been easy for Mary, their mute maid to get Through the girl whenever her father wasn’t there.

She was right now in her little sailor suit as she had fought Mary with all her might when it came to dresses. Furthermore she often fiddled on her tight shorts and her crotch, catching a rash from her constant bed wetting. It was an issue mostly at bed times but could occur in daytime as well. Night time was a horrible time for the youngster as she often had night terrors.

The little brown haired girl with the grey-blue eyes was watching her father with quite a little frown as he seemed to inform her about changes.

Laszlo Kreizler stood in front of his daughter in the living room, watching the girl silently, wondering where did he go wrong. There was a long list of answers to that question, and all of them were shameful for a father whose experties were the psychology of children.
Were he looking at someone else's daughter, he would have scoffed at the poor parenting. Night terrors, bed wetting, misbehavior, acting un-ladylike, all the telltale signs of a neglected child regressing out of desperately craving attention, and yearning for the times she was still dependent on - and with that still taken care of by - her parents. And he failed to realise that. Having helped so many people, he was blind to his own daughter's cries for help.
This had to be rectified. This had to be rectified immediately, and with haste. Drastic measures, if necessary.
He straightened himself, adjusting his black leather vest over his white shirt, looking down at his black suede pants before back up at Sandy.
- Alexandra, I'm home. Right now, that may not mean a lot to you, and you might not yet understand the depth of the changes that are coming, but changes are coming. I recently realised that I neglected my duties as a father, and you paid the price for that. So, I'm home, and I'm staying home, with you, and I will do everything in my power to correct my mistakes. From this day on, my full attention is yours, and you will receive treatment to manage both your bed wetting and your behavior problems, starting today. - he announced, and then cleared his throat.
- Mary has already received instructions. As we speak, adjustments are being made for your room and your wardrobe. You will be wearing different outfits and accessories from now on, some you might not understand, some you might find scary or excessive, but they will be all necessary to facilitate your therapy. - Laszlo explained, and just as he finished, Mary's steps could be heard coming downstairs.
- I presume her room is ready? - he asked, turning st the maid whom replied with a bow and a nod.

All Sandy understood was that her father was home now! A little smile was coming over her lips and she looked at him further. However he did talk about changes and clothes and what not. Well if it meant he was going to be there, she didn’t really care..or would she?

She looked up at Mary who came her a little smile. Well she was looking forward to having Laszlo around more. “Will we play more and do nice things? I wanna go to the zoo with you pap!” The little girl blabbled away and slipped down the couch, to go and crawl onto her father’s lap.

Laszlo sighed, seeing her reaction. He knew Sandy was going to hate him before she'd understand why he had to do what he had to do. Things would have to get worse before they got any better.
- We will play more, yes. - he nodded, and he did pick her up in his arms, but then started arrying her upstairs.
- Tell me, dear. Do you often miss the times when you were still little, almost an infant, when I could still be with you and play, and you could depend on Daddy to be there for you? - he asked, as they got near her room. Two large empty suitcases could be seen outside her door. The bedwetting was clearly an indication of regression. Probably most of her deviant behavior was also stemming from that. So, the plan was to bring her back to the point of deviation. Regressive dependance therapy, he dubbed it.

Of course Sandy didn’t really knew what he meant by that but she heard Daddy and be there for you and nodded. “Yes! Yes! I want you be with me Papa! All the time!” She smiled and grew giddy.

She did however look at her room as they entered and saw many new things and also things she knew were for babies. “Huh? What happened to my room? Is this still my room? Where are my toys?” She asked and tilted her head cutely. On her bed, Mary had put out things for a diaper change. “T..that’s not for me is it?” She had heard her father mention protective measures for her wetting problem but she hadn’t dreamt he meant diapers!

Laszlo stepped inside, Sandy still in his arms. He paid attention to his daughter's questions. The room was indeed different. And it was going to be more different soon, as a crib was due for delivery tomorrow.
As for now, all her armoires and drawers were now lockable, her toys mostly gone, changed for ragdolls and stuffed animals meant primarily for younger girls.
- Still your room, sweetheart. As for that, yes it is for you. It's a temporary measure, but as I heard, you developed a rash recently, and it needs to be treated, along with the problem causing it. - he said, as he laid his daughter on the bed and started undressing her.
- From now on, for a while, you will be little again, Alexandra. You will be my little baby girl once more, and I promise to make up for every lost moment. - he smiled, taking her shoes and socks off, then her blouse, then her shorts.

It looked different and a bit strange to her. She blushed as her father mentioned the rash. "N..no I didn´t!" of course she did, Mary saw it very well when she tried to wash her somehow.
She was put on the bed and her fathe rbegan to undress her. Of course she teared up. "B..But I´m NOT a baby!" she uttered. That ws her opinion and of course she would fight the ideas and changes, even if with time she would accept it and it would clearly do her a world of good.

She only squirmed slightly with her father. She didn´t know how he would react and he was clearly stronger than Mary, who mostly caved in after a while to avoid trouble or a hit by the child. Her rash clearly was prominent as her bottom and sit spots were quite sore and red. It hurt and itched. As such she tried to cover.

- Sandy, why are you lying to me? - he asked, as he laid her down and stripped her. She was fighting back, as he was expecting. He was prepared for this.
- Mary, the ointment please. - he turned to the maid, who quickly passed him a small glass container with a light green cream inside, made out of various herbs and oils. Once Sandy was naked, he gently started applying it.
- This will let you heal faster, and help with the itching as well, but it's imperative that in the meantime, we keep you dry. - and thus, he slid the cloth diaper under her bum, and started folding it up, no taking any attempt of resistance. He held her legs in his hands firmly while he instructed the maid.
- Please fold and pin it up, Mary. Thank you. - he said politely, and soon Sandy was wearing a bulky cloth diaper secured around her waist with a couple pins. But then, plain white rubber panties were also brought up, and Laszlo secured them over her cloth diaper. These were considered brand new inventions, and made the diapers waterproof to the outside.
- There we go. - he smiled, letting go of Sandy and proceeding to rub her bare belly a bit.
- Now, sweetheart, I'll have to make sure your diaper stays on for the meantime. - he explained, and a pair of thick, padded mittens and booties were brought into view, secured by leather cuffs on the ankles and wrists.

Of course the youngster was not happy about what was transpiring. Yes she was lying but she didn´t answer like a pouty tot. The ointment was cold but did sting a bit, so Sandy whined. "Ehh!" She tried to fight but her hands and legs were caught in her father´s strong hands. "Ahhaa that is for babiiiies! ah!" before she could even paw and try to get the pins off, she was put into rubber panties as well. It was bulky and Sandy grunted. "Nooo! This....Everyone will see!" there was no way people wouldn´t notice this!

Her father proceeded to show her mittens and booties and she looked with horror at the articles in question. Of course simple mittens, Sandy would have been able to bite off the ribbon over time, but with the cuffs, she would be secure. "Papa stop! No no no! I don´t want that!"

Mary meanwhile held two baby dresses. One in yellow and one in pink and did hold them up. She found both adorable and let Laszlo choose. "That´s for babies Mary! I´m not a baby!" she uttered at the maid, but did quite look the part.

- No one will see, dear. From this day on, you're homeschooled. You will not leave the house, until your issues are taken care of. - Laszlo corrected her immediately, as she was put in the rubber panties over her bulky cloth diaper.
- I know you don't want them, but you need them. You need to learn to accept assistance and depend on your family. - he explained as he secured the mittens and booties onto her hands and feet, locking them onto her wrists and ankles with a small padlock. Then, after a short deliberation, he picked the yellow sleeveless dress, that had white lace trim, and two cute yellow bows at the sides. It had a corset back, which Mary laced snugly as soon as Sandy was put into the garment, making sure it was going to stay on.
- There we go. This outfit is much more lady-like. I have to say, you look gorgeous, my dear. - Laszlo smiled, seeing the end result.

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