Winston-Salem School for Wayward Boys: A Trip to the Infirmary I

DO NOT READ THIS STORY UNLESS YOU ARE AN ADULT WHO WANTS TO BE
ENTERTAINED BY A PURELY FICTIONAL INFANTALIST FANTASY STORY. We
are a switch couple who enjoy playful diaper and spanking games
in our relationship. We will be in Toronto in late Feb. and
Baltimore on Mar 20-21 if there are other couples or adult women
who would like to meet us for a drink.  

 

     Four days later, on Thursday of his second week, Billy woke
up to find he had wet the bed. Since this had been an occasional
problem for years, it was something he had feared ever since
arriving at the Winston-Salem School. As always with bedwetters,
Mommy Jenkins didn't even bother getting Billy dressed for the
day. She left her husband in charge of Randy and led Billy by
the hand - still in his wet blue sleeper - down the path past
the other cottages and the school house to the infirmary. It was
time for Billy to spend three days in the special care of Nurse
Riley. 
    The infirmary at Winston-Salem was a low, one story building
with four rooms. The largest of these was just off the foyer and
the first place Mommy Jenkins took Billy after they entered the
building. It was a large, rectangular room with eight hospital
beds, four along each long wall. All the beds had wooden slats
which could be raised or lowered to keep patients from falling
out. In between each bed was a dresser about four feet tall and
five feet long. At the far end of the room, Billy saw what
looked like a large playpen.
    Mommy Jenkins let Billy get a good look before going back
through the foyer and down a little hallway into a kitchen.
Billy's heart nearly stopped at the sight of Nurse Riley using a
large spoon to feed oatmeal to a very unhappy Frankie Ballantine
strapped into an oversized high chair. He was dressed in a light
yellow sleeper with a plastic bib around his neck and a face
covered with oatmeal. 
    "Good morning, Amanda. I see you have a messy eater there."
    "Good morning, Betsy. What have we here?"
     "I've got a three-day boy for you, Amanda. Have you met
Billy Marston yet? He just arrived a couple weeks ago."
    "Why no, I don't believe I have," she said with a kindly
expression. 
    "Billy, say hello to Nurse Riley".
    "Hello, ma'am," a red faced Billy said as he stared at an
equally embarrassed Frankie Ballantine. 
    "Well, well ... it looks like we wet our bed this morning,
did we? Well, we know how to take very good care of bed wetters,
don't we, Betsy? Let me call Laura in from the schoolroom to
take care of Billy. I've got to finish feeding Frankie his
breakfast."
    Nurse Riley opened a door into an adjoining room which
looked like a smaller version of the schoolrooms in the
schoolhouse and called in a young nurse dressed in a similar
white uniform. 
    "Laura, we have a new boy here for three days. Billy, this
is my assistant, Nurse Linton. She handles the daily lessons so
no one falls behind in their school work regardless of how long
they spend here. And she helps me when we have more than one bed
wetter."
     Billy blushed as another pair of female eyes inspected his
wet jammies. 
    "Laura, why don't you take Billy into the sickroom and get
him changed into something nice and dry. Thanks for dropping him
off, Betsy. We'll take care of everything from here."
    "Well thank you, Amanda. I've to get home and get my other
boy, Randy, ready for school."
     After Mommy Jenkins departed, Laura took Billy by the hand
and said in a soft voice, 
    "Come along child. Let's get you into some dry clothes,
shall we?"
     Though reluctant to go anywhere, Billy allowed her to lead
him back out down the hall, through the foyer, and into the main
room with the beds. As they neared one of the dressers, Billy
noticed that all the beds were made up with sheets and
comforters with pink and blue animals like that found in infants
beds. Nurse Linton escorted Billy over to one of the dressers,
moved a little stool alongside it, and said,
    "Come along, child. I want you to climb up here and sit
while I get those wet jammies off. Don't give me any trouble
unless you want me to give you a spanking."
     Though her tone was gentle, the warning and accompanying
smack on his wet jammy bottoms persuaded Billy to clamber up
onto the padded dresser. As he sat there, she unzipped his
sleeper in the back and lowered the top half. She then swung his
legs up onto the table, pushed him back into a prone position,
and removed the lower half of the sleeper. Leaving Billy lying
there sheepishly in his birthday suit, the pretty nurse went
over to a nearby sink and returned with a basin of warm water
and a washcloth. Lifting Billy's ankles with her left hand, she
bent his legs up and washed him off just like a baby. After he
was clean and dry, she opened the top drawer of the dresser and
took out a bottle of baby oil and some baby powder which she
placed on the table near his feet. She then opened another
drawer and took out what looked a lot like a large cloth diaper
and a pair of light blue, semi-transparent plastic pants.  
    When he protested he was too old for diapers, Nurse Linton's
voice took on a stern yet maternal tone.  
     "Shush, Billy. Any boy who still wets his bed just like a
baby still needs to spend some time in diapers. Three days and
nights in diapers should help you learn to stay dry in bed when
you go back to Mommy Jenkins. Repeat wetters like Frankie spend
a week in this nursery. So do all three-day boys who give me or
Nurse Riley any trouble about wearing diapers. If you'd like, I
can put you down for a week stay."
     Fearful of making his situation worse, Billy's protests
turned into a quiet, passive whimpering. 
     "That's better, sweetheart. Now roll over so we can check
your temp. One of us will be taking your temperature in the
morning, at your afternoon nap, and at bedtime. As Billy
complied tearfully, Nurse Linton fetched a jar of Vaseline from
the top drawer, opened it, and quickly inserted the thermometer.
After a few minutes, she took the thermometer out and quickly
slipped in a suppository before Billy realized what was
happening. She then noted his temperature on a chart hanging by
a hook on the side of the dresser. After he rolled back over for
her, she applied a thorough coat of baby oil to his diaper area
and then some baby powder. With each application, she lifted his
ankles together with her left hand and folded his legs back to
oil and powder his bottom as if he were an infant. She then
slipped the thick, cloth diaper under him and expertly pinned it
on. Finally, she pulled his blue plastic pants on over his
diapers and put him in a yellow sleeper with snaps at the legs
and crotch just like the one Frankie had. 
    When she finished dressing Billy, she led him back into the
kitchen, his plastic pants crackling noisily with every step.
Nurse Riley had just finished washing Frankie's face and was now
unstrapping him. As Nurse Linton dropped Billy off at Nurse
Riley's side and took Frankie off into the school room, Billy
suddenly saw the diaper bulge under his sleeper and heard the
noise of his plastic pants as he walked. Somehow it felt better
knowing he was not the only one and that Frankie had a whole
week of diapers. 
     Nurse Riley helped Billy into the large high chair and
strapped him into place before ladling out a large bowl of
oatmeal from a saucepan on the stove. She then placed a plastic
bib around his neck and began giving him large spoonfuls of
oatmeal one after another until his face was just as messy as
Frankie's. 
     Within five minutes, the oatmeal was gone and so was the
milk held to his mouth in a spill-free cup. After Nurse Riley
cleaned Billy's face off, she removed his bib, unstrapped his
hands, and led him into the school room and seated him in one of
the two desks in the front next to Frankie was already busy
doing math exercises. As Nurse Riley returned clean up the
kitchen, Billy looked around and saw another large playpen to
the left of Nurse Linton's desk at the front of the classroom.
On the other side of the teacher's desk were two small desks
with chairs similar in size to the student desks but made
entirely of light blue plastic. As Billy looked around, Nurse
Linton looked up from her work and began speaking.
    "Billy, since this is your first time in the infirmary, let
me explain how things work. First, you will do the same school
work you would be doing in the regular schoolhouse. Second, I
won't hesitate to put you over my knee if your homework is
incomplete. Third, and most importantly, if you need to go
potty, you will be using your diapers over the next three days
just like a real baby. That's what diapers and baby pants are
for. If you need to wet, you must raise your hand and ask
permission first. If I ever find a wet diaper at changing time
without hearing from you beforehand, you will spend another
three days in the infirmary. Do you understand?"
     Billy felt Frankie's eyes on him as he nodded. 
    "If you need to make a poopie, the same thing holds true.
You need to raise your hand first and ask for permission. I will
then remove your sleeper to make sure it doesn't get dirty and
put you in one of these plastic desks up front for the rest of
the morning. We don't want anything messing up those nice wooden
school desks. You will then stay at the plastic desk for the
rest of the morning and complete your lessons there. At 11:00,
you will both have forty-five minutes of playtime in the
playpen. After that, we will have the normal diaper change at
11:45 followed by lunch."
     "After lunch, you will both be put in your beds in the
sickroom for a nap until 2:00 followed by another diaper change.
You will then have an afternoon study period to do homework back
here until 4:00. From 4:00 until 5:00, you will have more
playtime in the big playpen in the sickroom. And dinner will be
at 5:00. Bath time will be 6:00 with bedtime at 7:00 sharp. Is
all of that clear, sweetheart?" 
     Billy sat there, dumbfounded as the information sank in.
While it was some consolation to have Frankie there, Billy felt
overwhelmed by the unfairness if it all and began crying
quietly. 
     "I know it's hard the first time you need to be put back in
diapers, Billy. But that's why your visit here will help you
stay dry at night with Mommy Jenkins. Now open your work book to
chapter five on page 32 and start doing the long division
exercises."
     Billy opened his book and did his best to focus on the math
problems but found it slow going with tears falling onto the
page. After about forty five minutes, a red-faced Frankie raised
his hand and whispered, 
     "I need to make potty in my diaper, Nurse Linton."
     "That's a good boy, Frankie. Let's get your sleeper off and
get you into one of these special chairs, shall we?"
     As Frankie's sleeper came down, his face grew even redder.
Unlike Billy, he was wearing pink semi-transparent plastic
pants. Noticing Billy's wide eyes, Nurse Linton paused and
explained, 
    "First time visitors start out in blue baby pants, Billy.
Second time visitors have to wear pink. Third time visitors
forfeit all sleeper privileges and just wear diapers and plastic
pants and a tee shirt like real babies."
    She picked up one of two tee shirts which were neatly folded
on her desk and helped Frankie into it before sending hi to one
of the two plastic desks. She then went back to her own desk and
continued with her own paperwork. 
     Billy tried to work but he couldn't help looking up at
Frankie. For a few minutes, Frankie did nothing except sit there
looking miserable. He then tried working on some exercises for
about five minutes but was obviously having trouble
concentrating. Finally, he raised himself up slightly, tensed
his face, and went through a long series of irregular breaths as
he made a bowel movement in his diapers. Apparently this was not
the first time this had happened since he quietly settled back
down in his plastic chair and went to work on his exercises as a
distinct perfume spread through the classroom. 
     Already, Billy had noticed his own growing need to go to
the bathroom. Seeing Frankie give way made it all the more
difficult to control. Nonetheless, Billy managed to hold out for
another thirty minutes. With the threat of three more days in
the infirmary looming over him if he didn't raise his hand in
time, he finally gave in and asked Nurse Linton if he could go
potty. Nurse Linton beamed at him and beckoned him to the front
of the room where she pushed her chair back from her desk. While
sitting in her chair, she removed his sleeper and helped him
into the other tee shirt. Since Billy was crying harder now, she
took him in her arms for a big hug. 
     That was apparently the last straw as Billy he lost control
and began erupting in his diapers. As one spasm followed
another, he burst out in a juvenile wail which only increased as
Nurse Linton hugged him close and whispered reassuring words.
Seconds later, his bladder also emptied into his diaper. When it
was all over, he felt better somehow, as if the worst had passed
and he had survived. As she continued to hug him, she rubbed him
gently up and down his back with her right hand, each time
sweeping down to circle gently over the seat of his loaded
diaper. 
     "Don't fret, Billy. It's always the hardest the first time
around. You'll find it's not so bad in a day or two. It's
perfectly natural to make poopie in your diapers. That's what
they're for. Now are you going to be a big boy for me and go
back to your seat and finish your math? Are you, sweetheart?"
    Eventually, a tearful Billy allowed her to lead him to the
other plastic desk where he dried his tears and gingerly sat
down, feeling like a two year old. 
    For the rest of the morning, they did math and English in
their plastic desks until Nurse Riley arrived at 11:00 to help
Nurse Linton lift the boys into the playpen. As Frankie got up
from the plastic desk, Billy could clearly see through the pink
plastic pants that his diapers were wet and dirty. Despite his
condition, he seemed happy to be going into the playpen since
this meant the end of school work for the next few hours. He
even seemed to have gotten used to Billy's presence, no doubt
because Billy was in the same predicament. When Nurse Riley
produced a pacifier from her pocket and popped it in his mouth,
Frankie took it without fussing. 


From: sarah3333@aol.com (Sarah3333)
Subject: ~ASFD NEW STORY by Randy "Winston-Salem Infirmary II"
Date: 24 Nov 1997 15:32:09 GMT

Winston-Salem School for Wayward Boys: A Trip to the Infirmary
II

DO NOT READ THIS STORY UNLESS YOU ARE AN ADULT WHO WANTS TO BE
ENTERTAINED BY A PURELY FICTIONAL INFANTALIST FANTASY STORY.
We are a switch couple who enjoy playful diaper and spanking
games in our relationship. We will be in Toronto in late Feb.
and Baltimore on Mar 20-21 if there are other couples or adult
women who would like to meet us for a drink.  


    "Come along Billy. It's time for some playtime before
lunch. There are plenty of games in the playpen  and a box of
toy soldiers. We do have one rule about playtime and that's no
talking. To make sure you play quietly, you will keep this
pacifier in your mouth at all times. Any talking during
playtime means an extra day at the infirmary. So be a good boy
and open up for your pacifier."
    "But what about changing my diapers?," Billy asked
tearfully as he opened his mouth.
     "We only have three diaper changes a day at the
infirmary, Billy ... at morning wake up, at lunchtime, and at
bedtime. You be changed after playtime in just a little bit.
Be patient, sweetheart." 
     Billy sighed as the two nurses lifted him up and over the
side of the playpen. Though Frankie seemed eager to play toy
soldiers, Billy was too upset to join in for a good fifteen
minutes. Only when Frankie had set up a fairly elaborate
battle field with half the toy soldiers did Billy realize how
much fun he was missing and begin playing. Around 11:45, the
two Nurses returned to the school room and fetched the boys
from the playpen. Each boy was taken in hand and led back to
the main room where they were helped up onto the changing
table for the diaper change both needed badly. 
     To make sure they didn't fuss, both boys had to keep
using their pacifiers all the way till lunch. After their
dirty diapers were dropped into large diaper pails, both boys
were lovingly cleaned off before getting some baby oil and
powder. Then they had to roll over for a temperature check
before they were bundled up again in fresh, clean diapers and
a new pair of plastic pants. Only then were they taken down
and led into the kitchen for lunch. They didn't have their
yellow sleepers back yet to protect them from getting food all
over them. Another large high chair had appeared and both boys
were strapped in with bibs around their necks. Finally, each
nurse pulled up a chair alongside a miserable boy, removed his
pacifier, and spoon fed him some pureed vegetables with tiny
bits of meat. 
     After finishing their food, each boy got a table spoon of
castor oil before he was cleaned up and unstrapped. Pacifiers
were put back in, with a warning look used to quash Billy's
initial reluctance. After Nurse Riley fetched two baby bottles
of milk from a pan of warm water on the stove, the nurses led
the two boys back to the main room for their naps. With shades
pulled, the curtains drawn, and the lights turned off, it was
quite dark in the sick room. Each boy was put into a yellow
sleeper and taken over to a pair of rocking chairs at the end
of the room near the playpen. The two nurses sat down and
pulled a boy onto her lap. Before Billy could protest, his
pacifier was removed and a warm nippled baby bottle inserted
between his lips. As Nurse Riley rocked back and forth,
stroking an obviously happy Frankie, Nurse Linton whispered
quietly in Billy's ear,
     "Take your bottle like a good boy, Billy, or I'll put you
over my knee and give you a good spanking on your bare bottom
right in front of Frankie."
     That was enough for Billy to stop fussing and take his
bottle. After a few minutes, it wasn't so bad, particularly
because he felt safe and secure in Nurse Linton's arms as she
rocked back and forth and held him, stroking his hair and face
rhythmically as she rocked. By the time both boys finished
their bottles, they were so sleepy that it was easy to get
them into their hospital beds for their naps. 
     Before nap time ended, Billy woke up and lay there until
the nurses came in to get them up for the afternoon. Each boy
had to finish a bottle of apple juice in his bed before he was
allowed up. Since the sleepers stayed on for afternoon study
hall, it was impossible to see if Frankie had wet. Billy had
managed to stay dry but he knew he wouldn't last all
afternoon. When the sleepers finally came off at afternoon
playtime, it was obvious Frankie had wet. Billy was proud of
the fact that he was still dry as they were lifted into the
playpen even though he was already fighting a full bladder.
After trying to play for twenty minutes, he realized it was a
big mistake and he quietly raised his hand. Nurse Linton was
sitting at the teacher's desk, doing some reading and keeping
an eye on them. When his hand went up, she came over and took
out his pacifier. 
    "What is it sweetheart?"
    "I need to make pee pee, Nurse Linton," Billy said in his
nicest voice.
    "OK, honey. You make me a nice pee pee in your diapers.
That's what they're for."
    Billy quickly gave in and flooded his diaper as Frankie
and Nurse Linton watched the cloth change color under his
semi-transparent plastic pants. This time, the relief was much
greater than the embarrassment and Billy went back to his toy
soldiers afterwards as unconcerned as Frankie was by his own
wet diapers. 
     Dinner came and went like the previous meals, spoon-fed
in the high chairs. Afterwards, the boys were taken back to
the big bathroom just off the main room where the large tub
was already half full of hot water and two changing pads lay
on the floor. Pacifiers went back in as the boys lay down on
their pads and had their plastic pants and wet diapers
removed. After being cleaned with wash cloths, each boy was
lifted into the tub and scrubbed from head to toe. As Frankie
was being towelled off, Billy noticed he was beginning to tear
up. Seeing Billy's mounting anxiety, Nurse Riley stopped
drying Frankie and said, 
    "Billy, there is one important part of your routine at the
infirmary I didn't mention. And that's the sound spanking
every boy gets before bedtime. If you fuss or give us any
trouble, you will get the usual punishment of three extra days
in the infirmary. I'm sure you didn't think you would be
immune from spankings here in the infirmary. While we feel
diapers teach a very good lesson to little boys who still wet
their beds like babies, a bedtime spanking every night also
makes a memorable impression. There is also one more thing you
may not know. We want to make sure your lesson here carries
over once you get back to your cottage. For that reason, we
have already given Mommy Jenkins a week's supply of nighttime
diapers for you which are waiting back in your bedroom. That's
the way it is with every boy who needs a visit here. If you
stay dry at night for the whole week, you won't have to be
diapered at bedtime after that. If you wet your diapers that
week or wet the bed later, you will simply come back here and
spend a whole week with us with another week of bedtime
diapers waiting for you afterwards."
    Even before she finished, Billy had begun crying softly.
Nurse Linton lifted him gently out of the tub and began drying
him as Nurse Riley finished with Frankie. Each boy got a tee
shirt after he was dry but nothing else for the time being.
Nurse Linton did her best to soothe Billy but it was hopeless.
A few minutes later, the nurses led two crying boys out into
the main sick room and over to their beds. To make matters
worse, each boy had to lie on his tummy first to have his
temperature checked as he waited anxiously for his spanking.
Only after temperatures were duly noted on charts did each
nurse sit down on the bed and take a very reluctant boy over
her lap. Since the boys were in beds directly across from each
other separated by six or seven yards, Frankie and Billy could
each see the other as he was taken firmly across a white
uniformed lap, his tee shirt pushed up and out of the way, and
a sound, hand spanking delivered. 
     Bedtime spankings were a long, drawn out affair at the
infirmary, with extensive scolding about bed wetting and the
need for diapers mixed in with comments about the benefit of
regular spankings. Rather than spanking with maximal force,
the nurses paced themselves for an extended lesson of fifteen
or twenty minutes. While the visual result of a bright red
bottom was no different from a five minute spanking, the
extended session was far more memorable and had the effect of
regressing any bed wetters to the point where they accepted
their diapers with mush less fuss. Afterwards, the crying
child was lifted up and cuddled on the nurse's lap until his
crying stopped. Only then was a changing pad slipped under him
right in his bed and thick, triple layer nighttime diapers and
plastic pants applied. After another spoon of castor oil to
prevent constipation, each boy was given a bottle of fruit
juice and told to finish it before he fell asleep. The lights
went out at 7:00. 
     After tossing fitfully for two hours his first night,
Billy finally fell asleep, only to wake early in the morning
in a soaking wet diaper. The castor oil had done its work and
Billy also needed to make a BM. He lay there feeling miserable
for an hour as some daylight began filtering in through the
curtains. At some point, Frankie began to get restless and
seemed to be rolling over. After a few minutes, Billy heard a
quiet grunting in the dark room. Afterwards, Frankie let out a
long breath and fell back asleep as the perfume of a messy
diaper reached Billy's nostrils. Realizing he would probably
feel better himself, Billy rolled over onto his tummy and gave
in to the spasms of his bowel. He too sighed and fell asleep
for another hour, waking only at 7:30 when Nurse Linton came
in to get them up. 
    Each boy had a diaper change right in his bed with his
temperature checked as well. Then they were taken in for
breakfast as another day unfolded at the infirmary. By the
time Billy went home to Mommy Jenkins two days later, the
thought of nighttime diapers for a week was less daunting. His
only regret was that Mommy Jenkins didn't have a rocker and
that he wouldn't be getting rocked with a bottle before nap
time.