An English Tale: Liam Goes to Correctional Camp

 

Liam was always a problem child, he was one of those youths that just caused problems wherever he went.

 

He is now sixteen and is still… well, may still be a nuisance, at this very moment Liam is locked away somewhere, somewhere that isn’t legal but it seems to be doing the trick to put him back on track.

 

Before I tell you about what’s happening to him now, let me tell you how it all came about…

 

Drug taking at thirteen, always answering back to people, smoking and drinking, Liam’s mum wasn’t that different herself! So Liam’s behaviour was just accepted and tolerated.

 

That changed a couple of years ago when Liam’s mum met a new man. There was something that just didn’t click with Liam and Darren. Liam soon grew to hate his mum’s new boyfriend, maybe he wasn’t getting enough attention off his mum.

 

As time went on Liam’s mum and Darren had a baby, much to Liam’s frustration it seemed that Darren would now be a permanent fixture in the household.

 

As time went on Liam and Darren rowed, sometimes in the streets for all to here (including me), it was good entertainment but annoying after a while.

 

Darren decided enough was enough. He was sick of Liam’s attitude and decided on drastic action.

 

Darren knew of a secretive business which didn’t advertise for reasons that will become obvious. It was a place where Liam’s attitude would be sorted out once and for all.

 

Darren explained to Liam’s mum that he was taking action against her son. She was anxious as he wouldn’t say exactly what, but was pleased deep down something would finally be done.

 

After a night on drugs Liam was fast asleep in his bed by early morning. He was awoken at seven thirty by Darren who barged in his room and ripped the blanket from the bed leaving Liam freezing.

 

Liam slowly awoke and began shouting expletives at Darren. Darren forced him off the bed and dragged him to the bathroom. Darren had never touched Liam before and Liam had never been attacked like this before so he wasn’t sure how to react, even though on the outside he was threatening violence against Darren.

 

Darren told Liam to have a shower then come down stairs. Liam’s typical reaction would be to tell Darren where to go and storm out of the house. Not this time though, Darren had scared Liam into action and he reluctantly began his shower.

 

As the splashes of water could be heard from the bathroom Darren was constantly banging on the bathroom door for Liam to hurry up. Liam was getting angry and was swearing at Darren under his voice.

 

Liam was then told to dress and come down and sit in the lounge. He did so, and was slightly anxious as he entered the lounge to see his mum and Darren sitting in there just looking at him.

 

Liam asked what was going on. As Darren was about to speak a van pulled up outside and beeped its horn.

 

Darren stood up and told Liam his days of cheekiness and laziness were over, Liam was desperate to know what was going on as Darren ushered him to the front door.

 

Darren pulled Liam over to the van. Liam was now very anxious and reluctant to go, he was like a little boy again. Liam’s mum was too heartbroken to see her little boy being taken away that she stayed in the lounge.

 

The van had no windows, the side door suddenly slid open, no one could be seen inside though. Darren forced Liam inside the van and shut the door.

 

Liam was now panicking. A man’s voice suddenly told him to sit in one of the seats. As Liam began to sit he was forced down into a seat anyway.

 

Liam’s hands were then put at the sides of the seat and strapped down with a mechanism similar to a clothes belt. He wasn’t going anywhere in a hurry.

 

Liam’s heart was racing, breathing rapidly, and his penis becoming erect, this wasn’t exactly a situation that was a turn on, but it was his powerlessness, fear, and anticipation that bought it all on.

 

Liam was then gagged with a ball gag, a big red ball shoved in his mouth, surrounded by black straps which were fastened up at various points over his head. A little over the top but all was done for a reason.

 

Back at home Darren explained to Liam’s mum what would be happening to him. She was shocked, disgusted at one point, but Darren pointed out his parents did this to him when he was nineteen and off the rails. It seemed to sort him out so what could be the harm?

 

Liam had been travelling for nearly an hour, there were two people in the van, one driving and the person who restrained Liam was still in the back of the van with him.

 

The van pulled up. Liam was becoming more anxious, what was going to happen to him?

 

Liam was told not to run or risk being killed! Slightly scary but it did the trick. His hands were restrained behind his back and he was blindfolded as he was led out from the van and eventually into a building.

 

The building was quiet, cold and spooky; Liam was convinced he’d been taken to the middle of nowhere to be murdered. Would Darren go this far to sort him out? Not quite, Liam was right about the first bit though, he was in the middle of nowhere.

 

He was led into an office where he was sat on a big chair, his hands and legs restrained on arm and leg rests. His blindfold was slowly taken off.

 

It took a few moments for Liam to get used to the flood of light. As he opened his eyes he saw a man in his late fifties sitting at a desk just staring at him.

 

Liam looked around. It was a sight he wasn’t familiar with because he was expelled from school at eleven but he knew this was a headmaster’s office.

 

The headmaster introduced himself. He explained to Liam that this was a correctional camp/school for naughty boys, there were twenty eight other boys and young men enrolled here by their parents.

 

The headmaster explained the rules of the school. There weren’t many but they were hard to stick to, like no talking, any rule breaking incurred severe physical punishment.

 

The headmaster then began a conversation about school uniform. Liam would be supplied with a typical boy’s uniform; black trousers and white shirt. Most school’s have a tie, but not this one. This school has different. They wear nappies.

 

Liam’s heart sank. Did he here this correctly? He would be wearing nappies at sixteen?

 

The headmaster explained that there were no toilets available for students, they would be so engaged with work they wouldn’t have time to use a toilet. The headmaster explained that the use of nappies was in fact the core of the corrective treatment Liam would undergo. The wearing and use of nappies would subconsciously take him back to a time when he was less aggressive.

 

Then a miracle happened. Liam was told he would be coming here six days a week, but would go home at the end of the school day.

 

Although what was happening to him was horrible, he was relieved to here he would be going home. He was told he would be unrestrained, and if he attacked anyone or tried to escape he would be chained up in the basement until he was eighteen.

 

As Liam was led out of the office he saw the school corridor, it looked more like a prison, with bars on windows and big metal doors. This building was in fact a disused prison.

 

Liam was told he would be put into school uniform and attend first lesson with the other students. He was quite nervous.

 

Liam was forced into one of the rooms. He was asked what his clothe sizes were. He was unsure so the teacher looked for clothe sizes on the ones he was wearing.

 

Liam was told to strip, he did so reluctantly. He was then told to get on his hands and knees which he did. The teacher opened a drawer, Liam saw many blue, yellow and white disposable nappies, this was the moment he was dreading.

 

He felt the nappy touch his balls as the teacher began sticking it together, It felt sensual, a feeling Liam couldn’t consciously remember but somehow his instincts told him this was a feeling he recognised.

 

He was told to stand, he felt the nappy crinkle, and it felt weird but nice. He was then put into black trousers and buttoned into his white shirt, the shirt was tucked into his trousers and he was led out back into the corridor, nappy rustling and bulging through his school trousers.

 

He suddenly saw teenage lads coming from a dormitory and into the corridor, all silent and all in uniform, nappies rustling, it was the only sound in the corridor, Liam joined the back of the queue and slowly walked into the classroom, it looked like a normal classroom, chalk board at the front of the class and bars on the window.

 

They all sat at individual desks. Liam realised as the students sat, there legs were being restrained with straps and padlocks by teachers. He looked at his own desk, seeing the straps.

 

Liam was eventually strapped in and the lesson began. A male teacher walked in dressed like any other teacher. He looked down on the students and began the lesson.

 

Two hours of geography would commence. Liam didn’t know a lot about anything what with being expelled so early on in school.

 

When he was asked a question about a mountain Liam replied in his normal sulky teenage way, even more sulky what with being trussed up the way he was.

 

The other students seemed somewhat worried. The teacher just stared at him for at least a minute. Liam’s attitude was slowly deflated in that minute. The teacher told him to stand.

 

Liam swallowed a lump in his throat as the teacher approached. The teacher pulled his trousers down and carefully pulled his nappy down to reveal his bum.

 

The teacher told him to bend over his desk. Liam knew what was coming. The teacher got a cane from a cupboard and began caning Liam.

 

The other students didn’t look. Rules didn’t permit it, and it was a sound they were all too familiar with, all the students had been caned at some point.

 

Liam was in pain, pain he hadn’t experienced before. Liam was re dressed and told to sit down, the teacher pulled a ball gag from his desk and put it on Liam, the teacher explained those who can’t talk appropriately can’t talk at all. Liam blushed, he felt humiliated.

 

Four long hours later it was time for lunch. All students ate in silence at large tables. The moment Liam was dreading suddenly approached. He needed the toilet.

 

He was dying to go yet when he tried, nothing happened. Probably because he wasn’t used to wetting himself.

After five minutes trying he finally wet his nappy. Surrounded by other students, he went bright red as he felt a warm sensation develop. He could hear the trickling of his wee and so could everybody else, but they weren’t bothered, this was nothing new.

 

Liam didn’t realise that he would be in his wet nappy until five o clock that night. It caused him untold misery, but he had no choice but to accept it.

 

At the end of the day he was put into the van the same as before and driven home.

 

Darren let him in the house and was told to come into the lounge. Darren commented to Liam’s mum that he seemed quieter than usual.

 

Liam started begging not to be sent back there, Darren expected this and immediately told him to shut up. Liam stopped talking immediately.

 

Darren explained he went to the school, Liam was surprised. Darren explained he would be attending it six days a week until further notice.

 

Liam was told to go to his room. Which he did. Was he finally under control so soon?

 

Four months passed, four long months for Liam. What he realised was that he was actually learning, he began regretting living his life the way he did.

 

Liam tried to bargain with Darren that if he went back to a proper school he wouldn’t have to go to the other school, but Darren refused.

 

From that moment Liam began getting cocky again. The school simply wasn’t working anymore.

 

What could be done?

 

Darren discussed with Liam’s mum the prospect of Liam spending a year there. No escape, no visits, no breaks. Liam’s mum was reticent but later agreed.

 

One day Liam came back home on a Sunday night (his day off) after an argument in which he’d stormed out.

 

Liam was forced to sit down in the lounge by Darren. Liam explained to Liam that he needed an experience he wouldn’t forget. He would be staying at the school permanently for a year, no breaks, and no visits.

 

Liam broke down and pleaded with Darren, he tried the sob story with his mum but she left the room, knowing that if she listened to anymore she would become soft and not let him go.

 

The dreaded sound of the van pulled up outside the house. Darren led Liam outside. Liam was screaming and crying, he saw his mum watching from an upstairs window.

 

He said something he had never said in his life; he shouted to his mum that he loved her. She moved away from the window in tears.

 

The neighbours heard the commotion but Liam was in the van before anyone could see what was going on. No one knew what was happening to him other the Darren and his mum.

 

That night Liam was taken to his cell. He was sharing with a nineteen year old lad who had been there since he had left school at sixteen.

 

Liam cried himself to sleep that night.

 

The next morning the students were woken up at seven am. Liam had been advised by his cell mate Danny to mess himself before seven, which he had done. It was the worst thing Liam had ever done.

 

The warm, sticky sensation is something Liam will never forget.

 

Their cell was unlocked and Danny led Liam to the showers. Again the boys dressed only in soiled nappies this time walked to the showers.

 

There were six shower cubicles in which the students had to stand. There was a teacher waiting with a hose pipe in front of each shower cubicle.

 

The students were instructed to take their nappies off and throw them in a bin in the shower. The students then had their soiled bums cleaned and continued to have normal showers.

 

The students then began another working day at the school in clean nappies.

 

Liam was dreading the next year ahead of him. He realised it would be very, very long. He is still there today, and will remain there until the winter of 2004.

 

By J.L Anderson