| Title: | Summer School Six weeks at Happy Summers | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Name: | Huggied | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Email: | [email protected] | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Gender: | Male | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Current Age: | 40 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Posting Date: | 03/21/10 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Daniel is an out-of-work caretaker who takes a summer job at a summer
camp where he finds out that it's more than just a summer camp for
kids. Simon is a troubled 12-year-old who, unknown to him, has been sent to the camp unaware, what is in store for him and the 47 other campers over the next six weeks. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Deekerian Score (20 is max.) [?]: | 0 (0%) |
This is a purely fictional work incorporating Nappies, restraint and other discipline and punishment related themes and foul language. The characters are fictional and therefore any resemblance to any person living or dead, whether by name or by description, is purely coincidental and unintentional. The author believes that paedophilic behaviour is deplorable, it is neither depicted nor implied in any way within this work; nothing herein pertains to anything that should in any way be construed as interference with children. If you are under 18 years of age, easily offended or disturbed or if such literature is illegal in your country then please read no further. Copyright � 2010 Huggied aka E. Baker MY name is Daniel Fielding and this is my story. My story starts on a beautiful hot morning at the end of July in the not too distant past. I was driving along a tight winding country lane in Yorkshire, heading to what I knew was going to be an interesting and possibly rewarding 6- week summer job. What I didn�t know at the time though was how the following weeks would affect the way I took my future summer breaks. I was deep in thought as I drove along the lane, about the interview for the job I had just 2 weeks earlier. �This is a very special time for the children� explained Mrs. Thompson, we provide a full curriculum for those who need to catch up and for those whom don�t we provide additional educational activities to help them become better citizens. Every boy and girl who attends this summer school is treated in exactly the same way regardless of their age and ability and everyone who attends have the same basic need for one thing, for which you will find out about very quickly. But overall the time is spent giving the children what they think they want from life but are unable to attain by themselves. �Our summer school had been running for over 25 years� she said �and has provided the same basic service to parents throughout that time, many had sent their entire family over the years for the experience and service we offer�. She went on to explain my duties as a Deputy houseparent / caregiver, which seemed pretty straight forward, �you will be asked to assist with some additional duties but we will explain what is required when we meet again, when you start, but your main concern is the welfare and happiness of the children in your care�. It was those additional duties that at the time I thought, shall I ask? But thought, as you sometimes do in an interview, ah well what the hell can�t be that problematical so why bother asking. By this time I wasn�t paying that much attention to my driving, when I noticed out of the corner of my eye a large sign positioned on the side of the road just in front of a set of large and impressive iron gates. I took a double take on the sign as it read NAPPY SUMMERS, I screeched to a halt just before passing the gates and turned in to the large and impressive walled entrance drive and read the sign again. It actually read Happy Summers Holiday Camp, but some graffiti artist had changed the H for an N. I pulled away and continued up the very long drive. After about a mile or so I saw in the distance a huge and very impressive old stately home style building surrounded by trees and hills, and as I got closer I noticed a large lake nestled in the trees with jetties a boat house and small sailing boats tied up alongside. I pulled up outside the front of the building and stopped the engine, I spotted an old guy walking toward be in a bit of a hurry (well when I mean old I mean 40 something, old to me because I was only 23 myself at the time) �Please park around the back� he said �we don�t allow parking in front of the house, just follow the road to the left and you�ll find a car park for staff at the rear. I assume you here as a member of staff� �yes I said my name�s Daniel, Daniel Fielding� �Nice to meet you Daniel, my names Thomas, but just about everyone around here calls me Mr. Tom. Pull around the back and I�ll meet you there� I started the car and did as he asked, and just around the corner found a car park nestled in a clearing in the tree line, and parked in an empty space. Thomas or should I call him Mr. Tom came walking up behind me as I got out. �Please make sure you wind up your windows and lock all the doors, we have had a few problems recently with the local kids nicking stuff out of cars left here, which is one of the reasons we have all the security cameras� I noticed the car park had two moving cameras positioned at each end parking area. Each had large night vision lamps attached so they could watch the car park day or night. I opened the boot and took out my case, locked the car and turned back to Mr. Tom. �There�s a village just down the road� he continued, �some of the kids are a right pain in the backside I can tell you, you must have noticed the sign at the front gate�. �Yes I said� �Something else for me to fix before the campers arrive, I would like to get hold of the buggers and then they wouldn�t be so keen on trespassing here then� as we walked toward the house I took a better look at the lake. Between the house and the lake there was a large lawned area with an assortment of climbing frames, swings roundabouts, a netball court and tennis courts as well as what looked like an enclosed caged area which I assumed was some sort of 5-a-side football pitch. I also noticed dotted around small, what looked to be summerhouses. Oh and of course lots more cameras like the ones I had seen in the car park. As we neared the house I saw a familiar face appear. �Hello Daniel� said Mrs. Thompson �nice to see you found your way� �That�s the beauty of The Scout movement for you� I said with a huge smile, She gave me a puzzled look, �I was in the scouts and they taught me how to map read� �Oh I see, a very handy skill I�m sure, I trust that Thomas has sorted you out� �Yes thanks,� I said, �It�s ok Thomas I�ll take Daniel on from here, oh! Did you explain about his car?� �Yes,� said Mr. Tom �but I haven�t asked him for his keys yet� �That�s ok Thomas I�ll get him to hand them in at reception when I book him in� Keys. Reception? Mrs. Thompson saw the puzzled look on my face. �It�s an additional security measure we take to stop cars being taken whilst you�re here� �What to do with the local kids� �Yes and for other reasons that will become clear later� she said, �besides you won�t need your car until you leave, all transport is provided if you do leave the grounds for any reason� And with that we turned and headed toward the house. As we approached a door at the side of the building Mrs. Thompson produced a key fob from her pocket. We stopped at the door and she tapped a series of numbers out on the fob and the door clicked open. �We�ll issue you with your own one of these later� she said, �You�ll need it to move around the property. We have decided that this type of security protects the children and staff alike and it�s much easier than having huge bunches of keys like they had in the early days of the camp�. As we walked through the door a strange but pleasant smell came to me, a mixture of Bleach, disinfectant and something else that I couldn�t quite work out but remembered from my past. Mrs. Thompson pressed another button on the key fob and the door closed quickly behind us with another click. The room we were now standing in was clean bright and huge Around 3 of the 4 walls were wooden benches, each had a series of metal baskets underneath. Above the benches at about 4 feet off the ground ran a series of coat hangers each of which had two blue or pink cotton sacks hanging from it. The sacks were about the same size as the kit bags I remember having in my first few years at school. It had held my old PE kit in it. Above each of the hangers was a place to stick a name card but as yet none were in place. As we walked across the room I quickly counted the hangers there were about 50 or so. I also spotted a large sink in the corner with scrubbing brushes and towels hanging from hooks above. �This is what we call the boot room. It�s where the children change from their outdoor boots and shoes and hang their coats, before they enter the house� Said Mrs. Thompson, �we can�t have dirty footwear being tramped around the house, so all the dirty items are left here� We passed through another locked door and on into a long wide corridor. Along the corridor there were a series of doors on both sides. I counted 5 on each, and each had a large window next to it. As we walked along the corridor I peeked in to each room through the window. Every room was a classroom of some sort or another. I noticed two science rooms, what looked like two maths class rooms, and two English study rooms. Each of the rooms was decorated with everything that you would expect a school class room to have, from learning posters on the walls right down to the old style school desks that had lift up lid and a seat attached. There was also a fully kitted out music room with much more in it than I had ever seen in any other school before. A computer room with projection screen and 20 networked screens with keyboards and tablets. Wow this is better kit than I have back at home I thought. �I see you have noticed that the class rooms have all the latest equipment�, said Mrs. Thompson. �We pride ourselves here on helping the children with the best money can buy, their parents pay so we provide as they say� she said the last bit with a slight note of sarcasm in her voice. We passed two more rooms these again had glazed doors and windows but this time the glass was obscured to prevent anyone looking in. One door had a sign that said Boys and the other said Girls, toilets I assumed, and thought nothing more of it. As we approached the door at the end of corridor Mrs. Thompson once more pressed the numbers on her key fob and the door clicked open and we passed through. On the other side of the door was a really grand hall, the sort of hall that usually comes with a Stately Home or grand house. A large central wooden staircase, which split both left and right the first landing then turned again and each staircase then came out at different points on the first floor. At the bottom of the staircase were a series of large sofas positioned at random on the white marble floor, some facing each other with low tables between them and some pushed against the walls of the hall with small tables at each side. A few of the side tables had modern lamps on them. There were bookcases positioned around the walls filled with books of all shapes and sizes. At the furthest wall of the hall were two large wooden front doors, the other side of which I had seen when pulling up to the front of the house. Tucked in one corner and stretching a little way along one wall was a small but formal reception desk with shelves and a number of numbered wooden boxes on the wall behind. Seated behind the desk was a very formal looking lady of about 50 dressed in an also very formal blue Matrons uniform, the sort you see sometimes in the old hospital films of the 60�s and 70�s. As we approached the desk the lady rose and greeted us, Daniel Fielding I presume, �That�s me I� responded with a smile �Miss Barrett here is our receptionist and doubles up as school Matron,� said Mrs. Thompson. �Everyone has to be processed here before there allowed to enter the building. This room is the first thing the children see when they enter camp so we try to make it comfy and cheerful with just a little bit of daunting thrown in.�