Randy's Trip to the Infirmirary I

ADULT INFANTALIST FANTASY STORY. MATERNAL SPANKINGS AND
DIAPERINGS. SOME SEXUAL INITIATION. ALL CHARACTERS PURELY
FICTIONAL. IF YOU ARE NOT OVER 18, DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER.
READING THIS STORY MEANS YOU ARE OVER 18.  

The author is an adult diaper wearer in CT who has a Mommy
in NYC and would like to chat with other infantalist
couples, Mommies, or adult female diaper wearers in the NE.
Adults only! Mommy also wears diapers now and then and I
become the Daddy. We hope to meet with another diaper
couple in NYC, CT,  or RI between June 24-29, 1997,  for
some diaper fun. This could include an outing to the beach
(discreetly diapered), a picnic in a state forest, some
shopping in a mall, or an afternoon of diaper fun at your
house or my Mommy's apartment in NYC. Do not contact us if
you are a single male. We are only intersted in couples and
adult women who like diaper games. Thanks. email me
directly at Sarah3333. 


    With a flu epidemic sweeping St. Bernard's Home for
Boys, the two rooms in the infirmirary reserved for older
boys were fully occupied by the time Randy came down with a
sore throat and cough. As a result, he was sent to the wing
for younger boys located in the rear of the building on the
first floor. Nurse Susan Billington met him at the front
door and escorted him to the junior wing. As they entered
the junior's room, Randy noticed four beds along each the
two long walls with little dresser and a chair between each
bed. Six of the eight beds were already occupied with boys
ranging in age from five to nine.  
    Choosing an empty bed at one end of the room close to
the door, Nurse Billington helped Randy put his things away
in a little dresser alongside his bed. She then layed his
pjs out on the bed and sat down in front of him on the
little chair. When she started undoing the buttons on his
shirt, he protested,
     "I can change into my pjs on my own, Nurse Billington.
Don't worry about that." 
     "Hush young man and stand still so I can get you into
bed." She slapped his hands away and undid another two
buttons until Randy used his hands to cover the next button
in line.
     "Really, Nurse Billington, I'd rather do this on my
own." 
     Without wasting a second, the experienced nurse seized
Randy's face in her left hand and turned it down so he was
looking directly into her bluish-grey eyes.
     "Little man, if you give me any trouble, I will put
you over my knee right here and give you a spanking. Do you
understand me?"
    Randy flushed crimson as a hush fell instantly over the
room and the other boys turned to see what would happen.
Faced with a far more embarassing situation, he gave in and
nodded quietly as he allowed Nurse Billington to brush his
hands aside and continue unbuttoning his shirt. Moments
later, he was naked above the waist as he watched her fold
his skirt and put it away in the little dresser. 
    As her hands took hold of his belt, Randy flushed even
more but managed to turn slightly toward his bed to
preserve some modesty from the rest of the room as his belt
and zipper quickly came undone. Nurse Billington lowered
his pants and helped him step out of them before slipping
her hands into the waistband of his underpants and sliding
these down to his ankles and removing them. Leaving Randy
standing there naked in front of the the other children,
she careflly folded his pants and underpants and put them
away before turning to help him into his pyjamas tops. By
the time she helped him into his pj bottoms, Randy's fce
was beet red which only added to his shame as Nurse
Billington pulled back the covers, patted the sheet, and
helped Randy climb into bed. As with all the other beds in
the junior wing, a plastic sheet was used to protect the
mattress and it crackled audibly as Randy climbed under the
blanket. 
     Fortunately, Nurse Billington was finished with Randy
for the time being and she turned to check on two of the
other children who needed to use the bathroom. Since the
bathroom was located outside in the hallway and junior boys
were not allowed out of bed on their own, each bed in the
junior wing had a little buzzer nearby which boys pressed
when they needed to use the potty. The nurse on duty came
as soon as she could and escorted each boy to the bathroom,
leading him by the hand to and from his bed. Randy watched
as Nurse Billington escorted a five year old past the beds,
out into the corridor, and into the bathroom two doors
down. After a few minutes, he heard the distant sound of a
flushing toilet and as door open followed by footsteps.
Moments later, Nurse Billington reappeared, leading the
relieved youngster before repeating the procedure with the
next child. 
    After refilling juice cups and distributing a new box
of tissues to one child, Nurse Billington check the room
visually and left to begin dinner preparations. An hour
later, at 6 PM sharp, she returned with a large cart loaded
with seven dinner trays. Each bed had a little bed table on
wheels nearby which could be slid over the bed to support a
tray and reading or writing materials. Despite their colds,
all of the boys in the junior wing dug into their food
hungrily including Randy. 
     By the time Nurse Billington cleared the dinner trays,
Randy had almost forgotten about the earlier embarassment
of being undressed like a small child right in front of the
other children. He was even wondering if the junior wing
wasn't so bad when Nurse Billington returned with a
different wheeled cart containing an open jar of Vaseline,
a box of kleenex, and a tray holding seven rectal
thermometers. 
     He watched in fascination as she went down the row of
beds on the far side of the room. Drawing back the bed
sheets, Nurse Billington waited as each child quietly
rolled onto his stomach and lifted his hips off the bed so
his pyjamas bottoms could be lowered. Having stayed in the
senior wing upstairs on a number of earlier occasions,
Randy knew that temperatures were taken three times a day,
first thing in the morning, after lunch before the nap
hour, and once again in the evening. Apparently the same
thing hapened in the junior wing. 
     Once the first boy's pjs were lowered, Nurse
Billington scooped out a generous dab of vaseline, parted
the youngsters' cheeks, and smeared the vaseline on his
rectum before shaking down the thermometer and inserting it
carefully. After doing the boys on one side of the room,
Nurse Billington paused momentarily to survey the four
thermometered bottoms lined up in their beds. Wheeling her
cart over to Randy's side, she started at the far end.
Although the two boys on Randy's side were eight or nine
year olds, they were obviously used to the routine since
them both rolled over and lifted their hips without any
complaint. The first one even giggled Nurse Billington
lowered his pyjamas and dabbed him with Vaseline. Finally,
Nurse Billington did the boy right next to Randy. 
      "Good boy, Jimmy. Just relax and make things easy for
me," Nurse Billington said as gave Jimmy a playful smack
and reached for her jar of Vaseline. After spreading his
cheeks, she vaselined his rectum and picked up the second
to the last thermometer on her tray. Shaking it down, she
spread his cheeks once again and inserted the little rod.
His bottom tensed briefly as the thermometer slid in and he
let out a little breath before settling down on his bed. 
      Finally, Nurse Billington approached Randy's bed and
opened the case to the final thermometer.  
     "Roll over, young man, so I can take your temp". 
     "Please Nurse Billington, I'm too old to have it done
that way," Randy whined. "Don't you have any grown up
thermometers?"
    "Not in the junior wing, Randy. Some children have
broken thermometers in the past and so we've decided these
thermometers are much safer. Now shush and roll over so I
can get your jammies down."
     "Pleeeaase, Nurse Billington, can't you get a better
thermometer from upstairs? I don't want that kind."
     "Young man, I am interested in what you need, not what
you want. Now shush. This is the only kind of thermometer
we have down here and that's that. Besides, you've been
fussing like a small child ever since you got here and this
is the best kind of thermometer for children who fuss. If
you continue acting like a baby, I'll give you something to
worry about much worse that this". 
    Randy gave in with the kind of passive-aggressive
manner often shown by children who know they have to obey
but don't want to comply willingly. He allowed her to roll
him over but held onto the waistband of his pyjamas
bottoms. This time, Nurse Billington used a quiet, stern
voice every boy at St. Bernard's knew and feared. 
     "Young man, I am going to count to three. If you don't
take your hands away and lift your hips, I'm sure a good
spanking will help change your mind. And after that, I will
take you straight to the Nursery and keep you there for the
night. Do you understand me, child? You may be fifteen but
if you act like a small child, you will be treated like one
until you learn your lesson."
     Although Nurse Billington's voice was quiet, it was
loud enough for the other boys to hear every word. Even
before the word "spanking", every boy in the room had
turned to see what Randy would do. Flushing red at the
threat and at the new attention he was getting, Randy let
go of his pyjamas and lifted his hips. His face burned even
more as Nurse Billington tugged his pjs down to his ankles
and removed them completely in striking contrast to the
other boys whose pjs rested at mid-thigh. With a warning
for him to lie still accompanied by a smack to his bare
cheeks, Nurse Billington dipped her finger into the jar of
vaseline and removed an good sized dollop which she worked
into place before reaching for the thermometer. Randy
tensed as she parted his sticky cheeks again and slid the
glass rod into his backside. To his horror, he realized he
had become quite stiff in front and there was nothing he
could do about it. . 
    Lying there completely naked below the waist, he felt
both vulnerable and utterly juvenile, more like a toddler
than a ninth grader. After telling everyone to stay put
until she returned, Nurse Billington looked around the room
with satisfaction and left to finish putting the dinner
dishes into the dishwasher. Ten minutes later, she returned
with Nurse Martha Johnson carrying a pen and the
temperature chart. Randy groaned silently as the Nurse
Johnson's eyes immediately fastened on his bare bottom. As
the youngest and prettiest of the four nurses in the
infirmirary, Nurse Johnson was the object of the older
boys' fantasies. Though she didn't have Nurse Billington's
massive bosom, she was still an extremely curvaceous young
woman with large hips and a fat bottom which jiggled
visibly beneath her nurse's uniform. To be seen this way by
the sexiest nurse in the orphanage with a child's
thermometer sticking out of his fanny was deeply
humiliating to Randy. Both the flush in his face and the
hidden stiffness in front grew worse as Nurse Johnson
commented, 
    "My, my. It looks like your newest patient gave you a
little trouble, Susan."
   "Yes, he did, Martha. I suppose it's normal for an older
boy to fuss a little at first down here but I'm sure Randy
won't be giving us any more trouble at temperature time."
The last part of her remark was clearly directed at Randy
and his face flushed even more as he pretended not to hear. 


From: sarah3333@aol.com (Sarah3333)
Subject: ~ STORY "Randy II" by Randy
Date: 8 Jun 1997 16:05:52 GMT

Randy's Trip to the Infirmirary II

ADULT INFANTALIST FANTASY STORY. MATERNAL SPANKINGS AND
DIAPERINGS. SOME SEXUAL INITIATION. ALL CHARACTERS PURELY
FICTIONAL. IF YOU ARE NOT OVER 18, DO NOT READ ANY
FURTHER. READING THIS STORY MEANS YOU ARE OVER 18.  

The author is an adult diaper wearer in CT who has a
Mommy in NYC and would like to chat with other
infantalist couples, Mommies, or adult female diaper
wearers in the NE. Adults only! Mommy also wears diapers
now and then and I become the Daddy. We hope to meet with
another diaper couple in NYC, CT,  or RI between June 24-
29, 1997,  for some diaper fun. This could include an
outing to the beach (discreetly diapered), a picnic in a
state forest, some shopping in a mall, or an afternoon of
diaper fun at your house or my Mommy's apartment in NYC.
Do not contact us if you are a single male. We are only
intersted in couples and adult women who like diaper
games. Thanks. email me directly at Sarah3333. 



    Picking up on her colleague's tone, Nurse Johnson
asked, 
    "How old is Randy? He doesn't look a day older than
twelve or thirteen."  
    "He's fifteen, going on ten, if you know what I mean,
Martha. It's probably best for him that the senior wing
was full. He's already fussed twice so far and is going
to get a spanking if he gives me any more trouble." 
    "I'm sure a spanking would settle him down quickly,
Susan. Has he had a bath today?"  
     "Why no, Martha. He arrived an hour ago after bath
time. And I got so busy, I guess I forgot all about that.
We'll have to postpone that until bedtime since I have
other things to do after this. Are you all set to note
the temps?"  
    "All set, dear. Go ahead."
     The two nurses proceeded down the far side of the
room. Nurse Billington removed the thermometers and
called out the temperatures as Nurse Johnson wrote the
numbers down on her chart. Randy grimaced as his cheeks
were parted once again and the thermometer slowly pulled
out. Though his temperature was normal, he still felt
flushed and hot lying there bare bottomed in front of two
nurses. He breathed a sigh of relief as Nurse Billington
slid his bottoms up without noticing that her patient
kept his loins very close to the bedding. 
     Finally, the ordeal of the thermometers ended as
Nurse Billington departed for the nearby bathroom to wash
the thermometers and Nurse Johnson returned to supervise
a boy spending one night in The Nursery. A hour and a
half later, it was almost time for final trips to the
bathroom before lights out at 8. Nurse Billington came to
each bed and escorted each boy to the bathroom. By the
time she came to Randy's bed, the lights in the room were
already turned off and the other boys were well tucked
into bed. 
     Randy knew better than to give Nurse Billington any
trouble as she led him by the hand out into the hall and
into the nearby bathroom where she stood and waited as he
urinated into the toilet. After he snapped his fly, she
announced, 
     "Time for your bath, young man. We don't have time
for a full bath since it's so late. Now come with me."
She led him out into the hallway and through a thick
glass doorway into a section of the infirmirary he had
never seen. As they turned a corner, Randy heard the
faint but distinct sound of a spanking being given from
one of the rooms at the end of the hall. Continuing to
lead him by the hand, Nurse Billington said,
    "Be a good boy so we can get you back in bed in a
jiffy."
    Leading him to the rom at the right, Nurse Billington
said,
    "This is The Nursery, young man, and it's where you
will spend some time if you aren't careful. She then
knocked and immediately the spanking noise stopped except
for the sound of boyish crying. A voice which Randy
recognized as belonging to Nurse Johnson said,
    "Come in." And Nurse Billington opened the door and
stuck her head in.      
     "Martha, I'm going to give Randy a quick table bath
now. Sandy's come down from upstairs to keep an eye on
things while I'm gone. If you need me for anything, I'll
be across the hall for the next ten or fifteen minutes."
    "OK, Susan. Thanks for letting me know where you are.
As you can see, I'm putting Mikey to bed."
     Since Nurse Billington had opened the door to The
Nursery almost all the way, Randy got a good look inside.
There, still crying loudly, was a completely naked Mikey
Sandler lying with a red bottom over Nurse Johnson's lap
and his torso disappearing from sight on the other side.
His legs still waved slowly in the air as her right hand
rested momentarily on his flaming cheeks, occasionally
patting them as if to remind him that she wasn't
finished. The right sleeve to her nurse's uniform was
rolled up. 
     Mikey was an eight grader who had been in the senior
wing until dinner time when he had made the mistake of
bullying a smaller classmate in the bed next to his. For
that, he had earned him a night in The Nursery. He was
now halfway though a very sound spanking and was crying
much too loudly over Nurse Johson's knee to pay any
attention to the arrival of another nurse. 
     As Randy stood in a daze, his eyes quickly scanned
the rest of the room. On one side was a large waist-high
table with a pad covered in some kind of plastic fabric
decorated with pink and blue animals. At one end of the
table was a dresser completely covered with jars of
vaseline, baby oil, baby powder, baby wipes, a jar of
rectal thermometers, a large open tin with many colored
diaper pins, a small glass jar with four or five
pacifiers, and an assortment of baby bottles, one of
which was full of milk. One of the drawers of the dresser
was still open showing dozens of plastic pants in all
different different colors and sizes. 
     Above the table on a long shelf were stacks of
disposable and cloth diapers in varying sizes. On the
table itself was a pile of opened cloth diapers at least
three inches thick waiting for the crying eighth grader.
At the foot of the table was a pair of pink, semi-
transparent plastic pants fluffed out and ready for use.
Against the far wall of the room, Randy could see a
hospital bed with barred wooden slats on all sides
including the top, making it a kind of bed prison. All of
the walls of this crib-like bed were in place except the
exterior side which had been let down to allow Nurse
Johnson to put Mikey to bed. 
     Before Randy could take in everything, Nurse
Billington abruptly said goodbye to Nurse Johnson and
swung the door shut. 
     "Come along, young man. It's time for your bath and
we don't have all night. That, by the way, is "The
Nursery" and it's where you will be spending some time if
you don't stop behaving like a big baby." 
     Randy blushed again at this threat and looked at his
feet as the spanking sounds resumed in The Nursery and
Nurse Billingtopn led him across the hall. Opening a
door, she led him into a small, carpeted room equipped
with a tub at one end and a long, waist-high table along
one side wall. A small heater had already been turned on
and the room was very warm and cozy. A table lamp with a
orange shade made the bathroom seem even cozier, more
like a den than a bathroom. 
     After Nurse Billington closed the door, she asked
Randy to climb up onto the table. With a tone of
desperation in his voice, he whined,
    "Pleeaaase, Nurse Billington. I'm old enough to bathe
myself. Can't I just give myself a regular bath?"
    "Not with the beginnings of a cold, young man. You'll
end up getting a chill and turn your mild cold into
something more serious. And besides, we don't have time
for a full bath this late. You're going to get a table
bath. Now climb up on this table so I can get your
jammies off." 
     "Randy stepped up onto the little stoll alongside
the table and said, 
     "But I don't really need a bath."
     "Not another word, little boy. What you need most of
all right now is a good spanking. And that's exactly what
you are going to get if you keep up like this. Now up you
go, right this instant, or you'll be learning a good, old
fashioned lesson before I put you to bed." To accentuate
her warning, she planted two quick spanks on Randy's
pyjamed bottom forcing him to scamper up the stool and
sit on the edge of the table to protect his bottom. 
     "Lift your arms, child. That's it."
      Nurse Billington pulled his stretchy pyjama top up
and over his head and removed it entirely. Then she swung
his legs up onto the table and gently pushed his upper
body down until he was lying on his back. After placing
his hands to his sides, she unsnapped his pj bottoms and
pulled them off, leaving Randy completely naked. 
     "Hands to the side, young man and keep them there
during your bath. All little boys look the same, believe
me."
      Randy blushed as much as being called a little boy
as anything else since he knew he wasn't that little
anymore. A couple of slaps forced Randy's hands to the
side and he quickly turned away in shame look at the wall
rather than face Nurse Billington's gaze. Lying there
completely naked waiting for a table bath,  he felt more
like a toddler being changed than the young man he was.
Nurse Billington went to the nearby sink and began
running water until it turned warm. Squirting some liquid
soap into a large ceramic basin, she held the basin under
the faucet until it was nearly full, swirling a sponge
around to stir up plenty of suds. All the while, Randy
lay there, waiting for his table bath. 
     Finally, Nurse Billington turned off the water and
brought the basin over and set it on the table near
Randy's feet. 
    "Roll over, young man, so I can do your back first."
    Randy was grateful to recover most of his modesty and
quickly complied. The warm, soapy sponge felt wonderful
on his back and relaxed him as Nurse Billington slowly
worked down from his neck, cleaning the suds off with a
separate sponge which she periodically rinsed in the
sink. After washing him down to his lower back, she moved
to his feet and began sponging him there and moving up
his legs. Long before she reached the backs of his
thighs, Randy had given in soothing, warm massage of the
sponge in the darkened, warm room. But when she began
sponging the insides of his thighs, Randy realized he was
getting yet another erection. He bit into his lip at
first, hoping to make it go away by distracting himself
with pain. But when Nurse Billington's sponge moved onto
his buttocks and began a slow, circling series of
movements, his breath came in irregular spurts and the
sensations sent even more blood to his loins. In the
distance, he noticed dimly that the sound of Mikey's
spanking has stopped.  
     After another minute, Nurse Billington told Randy to
roll over. When he failed to respond, she repeated the
request and added two quick smacks. 
    "Young man, you are one second away from a good
spanking. If you don't roll over this instant and let me
finish, you'll regret it. Again she planted another smack
and pulled on Randy's far arm. With a quiet groan, he
allowed her to roll him over, his hands reaching
immediately to cover himself until she slapped them aside
for the second time. 
    "Hmmmm ... more naughtiness, I see. Fortunately, I
know just the thing for a naughty little boy who allows
this to happen during a bath and I am going to take care
of that as soon as we finish." Lost in shame and fear and
a certain dizziness and extreme relaxation caused by the
spongy massage, Randy lay there in a half-daze as Nurse
Billington sponged bathed his front. Once again, she
worked down from his neck and stopped at his navel,
switching over to his feet and working up from there.
When she reached his loins, he was positively throbbing.
And when she took him in one soapy hand and began
sponging him with the other, he gasped out loud,
completely unable to restrain himself. For the next
minuute, Randy was beside himself with the most intense
yet conflicting sensations. He kept his eyes closed the
whole time, afraid to confront what was happening
visually. 
From: sarah3333@aol.com (Sarah3333)
Subject: ~ STORY "RANDY III" by Randy
Date: 8 Jun 1997 16:06:32 GMT

Randy's Trip to the Infirmirary III

ADULT INFANTALIST FANTASY STORY. MATERNAL SPANKINGS AND
DIAPERINGS. SOME SEXUAL INITIATION. ALL CHARACTERS
PURELY FICTIONAL. IF YOU ARE NOT OVER 18, DO NOT READ
ANY FURTHER. READING THIS STORY MEANS YOU ARE OVER 18.  

The author is an adult diaper wearer in CT who has a
Mommy in NYC and would like to chat with other
infantalist couples, Mommies, or adult female diaper
wearers in the NE. Adults only! Mommy also wears
diapers now and then and I become the Daddy. We hope to
meet with another diaper couple in NYC, CT,  or RI
between June 24-29, 1997,  for some diaper fun. This
could include an outing to the beach (discreetly
diapered), a picnic in a state forest, some shopping in
a mall, or an afternoon of diaper fun at your house or
my Mommy's apartment in NYC. Do not contact us if you
are a single male. We are only intersted in couples and
adult women who like diaper games. Thanks. email me
directly at Sarah3333. 


     Suddenly, the sensation of the sponge disappeared
and he felt a warm towel drying him off from head to
toe. He opened his eyes and saw Nurse Billington's
large breasts jiggling back and forth directly over his
stomach as she toweled his legs dry vigorously. When
she did dried his feet, her breasts brushed lightly
back and forth against his thighs a few times. All of
this sent new blood into Randy's loins making him
stiffer than ever by the time she finished.
    "And now, young man, It's time to take care of that
other problem of yours. My answer to a boy who has
naughty thoughts and reacts that way during a bath is a
good spanking. Especially a big boy your age who thinks
he is too old to be in the junior wing and who disobeys
when it's time for a thermometer or a table bath."
    With that, the large, strong woman put her hands
under Randy's arms and lifted him into a sitting
position and slid him onto his feet. With one hand
gripping his left arm and the other hand steering him
by the fanny, she marched him over to a chair by the
side of the wall where she quickly sat down. Holding
him in place just to her right, she pushed up her
uniform high on her thighs. 
     "We don't want you to mess this uniform up with a
big boy accident, do we, Randy?"
    Randy blushed further and stood there, tears
trickling down his cheeks, ishing the older woman would
put him across her lap if only to conceal his condition
in front and reduce his terrible shame. But she wasn't
finished scolding him yet.
     "Randy, you've been acting up since you arrived
just like a small child trying to test the limits. And
the best way to teach a small child proper limits is to
take down his pants for a spanking on his bare fanny.
You may think you are too old to be here but that's
exactly why a sound spanking on your bare bottom over
my knee will teach you a good lesson. If you continue
to act like a baby after this spanking, we will simply
send you to the Nursery for a few nights where you will
be spanked twice every day, at naptime and bedtime,
regardless of how good you are. Now let's see what a
little boy spanking does to take care of that big boy
problem of yours."
    With that said, Nurse Billington pulled Randy
forward until he fell over her bare thighs and quickly
pulled him forward some more until his head hung down
near the ground and his feet waved helplessly in the
air behind him. Suddenly he became intensely aware of
how vulnerable and childish he was in this position, a
big boy of fifteen held firmly in place by a buxom,
strong, older nurse who was about to teach him a very
old fashioned lesson indeed. Randy had never gotten
used to the regular spankings administered to all
naughty boys at Saint Bernards but never had he felt
more helpless or infantile as he did over Nurse
Billington's lap. 
    "I should have brought you in here for a spanking
right away when you fussed the first time, little boy.
Then we wouldn't have had any trouble at temperature
time, would we? I'm going to enjoy giving you this
spanking, if only because I know if will get rid of
that "big boy" attitude of yours. There's nothing like
a good, hard spanking to turn a fifteen year old like
you into an obedient little boy of ten or eleven."
     "Are you going to learn to be a good boy with this
spanking? Are you, you naughty little thing? Are you?
SMACK SMACK SMACK
    Randy continued to plead and beg for mercy with a
voice which now did sound like a much younger boy than
a ninth grader. His change of tone confirmed Nurse
Billington in her decision to administer a sound
spanking and put Randy immediately to bed. A bedtime
spanking the first night would help him make the
transition to the junior wing and save the nursing
staff from unnecessary trouble in the future. SMACK
SMACK SMACK SMACK
    While continuing to scold him using language
reserved for small children, Nurse Billington began
spanking the pleading youngster in earnest, her hand
rising and falling rapidly to deliver one spank almost
every second. After a minute, Randy's problem in front
had completely subsided as Nurse Billington noted to
his further embarrassment. 
    "See what a spanking does to cure your problem in
front, little man? I knew this was what you needed." 
     After two minutes had elapsed, Randy was too busy
crying and frantically kicking to remember any of his
earlier inhibitions or shame. All he could think about
was the fact that he was a naked boy learning a time-
honored lesson over a strong maternal lap and that he
had foolishly brought it on with his own disobedience.
As the fire in his twisting bare bottom mounted, Randy
continued to regress until he was promising repeatedly
to be a "good boy" and begging Nurse Billington not to
spank him anymore. 
     None of this deterrred the nurse in the slightest.
On the contrary, she was please to see she finally had
Randy's full attention. Shifting him a little further
and lifting her right leg slightly to elevate his
dancing bottom even further, she paused and announced,
    "Little man, we are only just getting started. I
told you you were going to get a sound spanking tonight
and I meant it. You can cry and kick all you want but
you are a long way from learning what happens to bad
boys who don't obey me." Immediately she resumed the
rapid, machine-like strokes of her right hand while
pressing Randy's torso down further toward the floor
with her left hand.  
     With years of experience handling naughty boys at
St. Bernards, Nurse Billington knew long, thorough
spankings produced the best results by far, especially
for older boys who needed firm reminders that they were
still children at St. Bernards. Like most of the nuns,
she never stopped a sound spanking until she was well
past the onset of a genuine, penitential crying. 
     In many ways, spankings were the cornerstone of
childraising and discipline at St. Bernards. All of the
boys were normally treated like smaller children to
encourage obedience and submission at all times and to
make things easier for the female staff. Thus they were
never allowed to any responsibilities beyond chores and
housework. And the nuns administered spankings for even
the most minor offenses to reinforce the boy's
emotional dependency and acquiesence. 
     With this policy in place, the results were
impressive. Left to play amongst themselves, even the
older boys entertained themselves with games more
typical of grade school children such as spit balls,
board games, comics, and, in the summer, squirt guns
restricted to outdoor use. Since immaturity and
dependence was already encouraged to begin with, the
boys at St. Bernard invarioably regressed quite rapidly
when their bottoms were bared and they were put over a
nun's lap for a spanking. Even the older boys
regressed, especially if a sound spanking was being
administered. At times, the embarrassment of a bare
bottom spanking in front of others was sufficient to
create the kind of intense helplessness which generated
childish crying and a healthy emotional release. 
     Of course, all spankings at Bernard's were bare
bottom affairs to maximize embarrassment and obedience.
This was particularly important with the older boys who
felt even more juvenile when spanked in front of
younger boys or other female staff. The most
embarrassing spanking of all for the older boys took
place for misbehavior in church. A nun simply took the
offender right out of his pew, marched him down the
aisle with everyone else staring, and took him
downstairs to the basement where the younger boys had
Sunday School. All bots wore a little boy uniform to
church on Sundays regardless of the weather which
consisted of a white shirt and tie, a grey jacket, and
matching grey short shorts with socks and shoes. The
nun simply took down the boy's shors and underpants and
spanked him right there in front of the Sunday school
class and their teacher with plenty of spanks directed
to the upper thighs. By spanking any older boys in the
Sunday School room downstairs, the nuns reminded them
of how immature they really were and how the nursery
punishment of a bare bottom Sunday School spanking was
always waiting for those who whispered in service. The
Sunday School setting also allowed the upstairs service
to go on undisturbed even while the faint sound of a
sound spanking reminded the rest of the boys to behave
themselves. Afterwards, the freshly spanked teen was
marched back to his pew, his tear-streaked face and
reddened upper thighs a testament to the lesson he had
just learned and a vivid image of how he was still very
much a little boy in need of old fashioned maternal
discipline. 
     The nuns at St. Bernard also frequently used
schoolroom spankings to remind the older boys that they
were still small children in many ways and would be
treated as such whenever they misbehaved. These were
administered at the front of the classroom when
incomplete homework was discovered or when pupils were
caught daydreaming, talking, or passing notes. Having
your pants taken down for a spanking right in front of
your peers and having them see you break down and cry
like a baby was as effective a punishment as the
spanking itself. While most classroom spankings were
short affairs so as not to interfere with the teaching
of the lesson, the punishment could always be extended
by making the offender stand in the corner at the front
of the class for five minutes, his red bottom on
display to all of his classmates. After his five
minutes were up, the nun would call him over to her
desk, his pants still down at his knees, and ask if he
had learned a lesson from his spanking and if he was
going to be a good boy and pay attention. Only when the
child answered to the teacher's satisfaction did she
pull up his underpants and shorts and send him back to
his seat. Classroom spankings usually included the
upper thighs as well so that the spanked boy had to go
to rcess or lunch or afternoon sports with evidence of
his lesson there for everyone to see. By the time lunch
came around, there were always at least five or six
boys waiting in line in the cafeteria with red eyes and
upper thighs.
     Since spankings were the only punishment used at
St. Bernards, the boys were also quite used to them
long before they reached their teens. And by the same
token, even older boys were used to seeing each other
cry without restraint during a public spanking. By the
end of a longer spanking, all of the children were too
busy weeping to notice how juvenile they looked. And
most were more than willing to sit on the nun's lap
afterwards and be comforted while answering questions
about whether they had learned a good lesson and were
going to be good and so on.  
     




From: sarah3333@aol.com (Sarah3333)
Subject: ~ STORY  "RANDY 4" by Randy
Date: 8 Jun 1997 16:07:24 GMT

Randy's Trip to the Infimirary IV

ADULT INFANTALIST FANTASY STORY. MATERNAL SPANKINGS
AND DIAPERINGS. SOME SEXUAL INITIATION. ALL
CHARACTERS PURELY FICTIONAL. IF YOU ARE NOT OVER 18,
DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER. READING THIS STORY MEANS YOU
ARE OVER 18.  

The author is an adult diaper wearer in CT who has a
Mommy in NYC and would like to chat with other
infantalist couples, Mommies, or adult female diaper
wearers in the NE. Adults only! Mommy also wears
diapers now and then and I become the Daddy. We hope
to meet with another diaper couple in NYC, CT,  or RI
between June 24-29, 1997,  for some diaper fun. This
could include an outing to the beach (discreetly
diapered), a picnic in a state forest, some shopping
in a mall, or an afternoon of diaper fun at your
house or my Mommy's apartment in NYC. Do not contact
us if you are a single male. We are only intersted in
couples and adult women who like diaper games.
Thanks. email me directly at Sarah3333. 


     Although it was not an official policy at St.
Bernards, most of the nuns spanked until the boy had
a a good cry. This was deemed essential for the
learning of a thorough lesson and the "regression
therapy" necessary to manage the boys efficiently.
Thus Randy's relatively quick regression to a cry
baby did not surprise Nurse Billington. Ironically,
crying also added to an older child's embarrassment
and helplessness which in turn further opened the
flood gates of tears and allowed greater regression.       
     Since Randy was small for his age, it was easy
for Nurse Billington to hold his struggling body
securely in place as her strong right hand descended
again and again onto his scarlet fanny. Though he
didn't know it, he was in for a full, ten minute
spanking that eveening as Nurse Billington was
determined to break down any remaining resistance to
his staying in the junior wing. 
     What Nurse Billington didn't know was that Randy
had consumed so many glasses of juice before dinner
that he already had to urinate again. It wouldn't
have been a problem under normal circumstances but
the burning in his fanny had obliterated everything
else in Randy's mind. After seven minutes of being
soundly spanked, Randy had lost not only his control
over his bladder but even the awareness that his
control had disappeared. Suddenly and without any
warning, he peed two small spurts of urine onto Nurse
Billington's bare lap. Immediately she stopped and
exclaimed, 
    "Why you little baby you. You've wet on me during
your spanking after I just took you to the toilet.
Shame on you.  SMACK SMACK  Shame on you!  SMACK
SMACK  Do you know what we do with babies who wet,
Randy? Do you? First you are going to sit on the
potty right there before I finish your spanking. And
then you are going to spend three nights in the
Nursery where you can wet all you like in thick baby
diapers and plastic pants. Since the Nursery is full
tonight, you will sleep in an extra hospital bed near
my room. If you need to be changed in the night, I
will take care of that for tonight. But starting
tomorrow morning, after Mikey leaves, you be subject
to Nursery regulations beginning with a late
breakfast. Once you are in the Nursery, you will have
only three diaper changes per day, at 10 AM, 3 PM,
and 8 PM. Otherwise, you will be kept in diapers
round the clock just like any other baby boy and
there will be no potty privileges of any kind. I'm
sure three days in the Nursery will teach you to
control yourself and use the potty correctly when you
have a chance.
    By now, Randy was sobbing at the unfairness of it
all as Nurse Billington stood him on his feet and
dabbed herself dry with a nearby towel. After she was
dry, she leding him over to the tub where there was a
little potty chair on the floor which he had not seen
before. Sitting him down, she waited until he
relieved himself before hauling him to his feet and
taking him back to the spanking chair where she
administered the rest of his spanking for a good four
minutes.  
     When she finished, Randy just lay there over her
lap, bawling and rubbing his deep red fanny
frantically. After a few minutes, Nurse Billington
allowed him to stand up and took him in her arms,
pressing him closely against her full bosom until his
crying stopped and he was able to promise to be a
"good boy" in response to her questions. Finally, she
whispered, 
    "Baby Randy, it's time to get you in your diapers
so you won't wet tonight like you did during your
spanking. Little boys who wet themselves still need
diapers to protect their beds, don't they?" 
     Instead of protesting or shaking his head, Randy
just buried himself further into her bosom and held
on for dear life. By then, he had no intention of
fussing or disobeying. He just wanted to be as good
as he could possibly be for the nurse who had just
spanked him. From Nurse Billington's perspective, it
was clear the spanking had allowed Randy to turn a
corner and accept not just his new status in the
junior wing but his need for a trip to the Nursery. 
     She helped him back onto the table after
spreading a pad out on the metal surface. Opening one
of the four drawers built into the table, she pulled
out a pair of disposable diapers in Randy's size and
a thick soaker pad. She opened another drawer and
removed a bottle of baby oil and a pacifier from a
small jar. Before Randy could say anything, she
popped in into his mouth and told him to keep it
there unless he wanted to go back over her knee.
Immediately, he began sucking on it and quietly
allowed her to grasp his ankles and fold his legs up
onto chest. By tilting him backward, she was able to
slide the diaper and soaker pad into place under his
bottom. His legs then opened almost instinctively as
he he remembered what came next. Smiling down at him
and striking his face, Nurse Billington said,
    "That's my good little boy, Randy. You just lie
there while Nurse Billington gets you into some nice
warm, soft diapers. You'll feel much better when I'm
finished and you'll sleep better too, I'm sure."
     She then opened the baby oil and squirted it all
over his diaper area and rubbed it in thoroughly
while he lay there on his back, legs folded up and
spread like an infant. For the next few minutes,
Randy sucked on his pacifier, his eyes closed as if
in a daze, while he was expertly oiled and diapered.
The combined experience of a table bath, a sound
spanking, a post-spanking snuggle, and now a
diapering had produced a strange, deep-seated
security, docility, and exhaustion which overpowered
Randy. He barely noticed when Nurse Billington slid a
pair of crackling baby print plastic pants up his
legs and tilted him back once again to pull the
plastic pants in place over his diapers. Dimming the
lights even further, she then pulled a one piece
sleeper over his feet, helped him sit up and get his
arms in, and then zipped it up in back, locking the
zipper in place with a tiny padlock which he never
saw.  Finally, at 8:25, she led the boy, pacifier
still in place, out of the bathroom and down the hall
into a room just off her bedroom where she tucked him
into a large bed with hospital bars on all sides. 
     The last thing he remembered before falling
asleep was when Nurse Billington removed his pacifier
for a moment and made him swallow two bitter
tablespoons of castor oil. Fortunately, she
immediately returned the pacifier and he quickly
drifted off into a deep sleep five minutes after she
kissed good night and closed the door.  
     When he awoke, it was already morning and Nurse
Billington was shaking him awake, replacing the
pacifier which had fallen out on the pillow, and
asking him if he was dry.
    "Let's check Baby Randy's diaper this morning,
shall we." After making him roll over and unlocking
and unzipping his sleeper, she took it off
completely. She then had him roll back over onto his
back and stuck a finger into the crotch of his
diapers to discover what he already knew. 
    "Why you little wetter, you. You did need diapers
after all, didn't you. Any boys who wets at night
earns an extra night in the Nursery."
    Taking his two ankles in one hand as if he really
was an infant, she quickly tilted him backward in his
hospital bed and removed his plastic pants before
untaping and removing his wet diaper. Ignoring his
erection as the normal reaction of an older boy in
wet morning diapers, she dropped the diaper and
soaker into a nearby diaper pail, she wiped him clean
with baby wipes and applied a fresh dose of baby oil.
Her only comment was to say,
     "It looks like Baby Randy likes his diapers,
doesn't it?". In response, Randy flushed once again
and turned away to avoid her gaze. With his legs
still held up in a fetal position over his chest,
Nurse Billington finished his oiling and took a
thermometer from her pocket and slipped it into
place. After telling Randy to stay there until she
said so, she went off to the bathroom to fetch a tee
shirt, new diaper, and new pair of plastic pants from
the dresser and two suppositories from a little jar
in the cabinet. When she came back, she removed the
thermometer from Randy, pronounced him free of fever,
and quickly slipped the suppositories into place
before he had any idea what was happening. 
   "What was that, Nurse Billington," Randy asked
naively. 
    "Nothing, dear, just a little thing to help
babies from time to time. Now lie still while we get
you into a nice dry diaper. Working quickly, Nurse
Billington produced another disposable diaper and
taped in on tightly before sliding a pair of fairly
tight fitting semi-transparent grey plastic pants
over Randy's diaper. They fit snugly, outlining his
diapered bottom against the taut plastic. 
     With his diapering finished, Nurse Billington
lowered the side of Randy's hospital bed, helped him
stand up, and slid the tee shirt over his head after
he lifted his arms. Taking him by the hand, she then
said,
    "Come with me, little man. I need to keep an eye
on you while I have my breakfast with Nurse Johnson
and Sister Sarah."
    "Nooooo ... I don't wanna go like this, Nurse
Billington, please let me put my pjs."
    "Hush child, Nurse Johnson is going to be
changing your diapers for the next three days in the
Nursery. So don't worry about her. Sister Sarah has
also seen plenty of big boys in diapers, believe me.
Another word and I will give you a spanking in front
of them. Would you like that?" 
    Faced with this threat, Randy relented and let
her march him out into the hallway and down to the
small kitchen where Nurse Johnson and Sister Sarah
were just about to start eating scrambled eggs and
toast around a small round table. Tears streamed down
Randy's face as Randy's rustling disposable diaper
and crackling plastic pants immediately drew the eyes
of both women as he entered the kitchen, led by the
hand. To make matters worse, Nurse Johson asked,  
    "Was he wet, Susan?"
    "Yes he certainly was, June. He's going to need
an extra night in the Nursery."
     "At least an extra night, Susan, depending on
whether he stays dry at night. It's just as well.
Randy will learn a much better lesson that way if he
stays for three or four days."
    "Sit here, Randy, while we have our breakfast.
And if I hear a peep out of you before we finish,
Nurse Johnson will give you a spanking later this
morning after you have your breakfast in the
Nursery."
    Tears continued to roll down Randy's face as he
sat down on a small chair off in the corner of the
room and stared down at the floor. A few minutes
later, he began to squirm as the suppositories took
effect. He tried signalling Nurse Billington with
anxious looks but all three nurses ignored him
completely. Finally, he whispered urgently, 
    "Nurse Billington, I have to go number two real
bad".
     All three woman looked over at him as Nurse
Billington replied, 
    "Hush child. That's what your diapers are for.
It's the most natural thing in the world for babies
to make poopie in their diapers. If Baby Randy needs
to make a poopie, you should go ahead. For the next
three days, you will be making all your wee wees and
poopies in your diapers. Nurse Johnson will change
you after your breakfast. Now don't bother us any
more or you will also get a spanking after your 10 AM
diaper change."
    Randy burst out crying as the full significance
of his status hit him. He continued to cry for the
next few minutes as the spasms in his tummy got worse
and his ability to hold back weakened further and
further. Finally, there was nothing he could do but
raise himself slightly in his little chair and give
way to a long series of contractions as he expelled
what seemed an impossibly large, warm poopie load
into his tight fitting diaper. After he finished, he
looked up to see all three nurses smiling at him.
Again, hot tears washed over his face as the shamed-
faced youngster realized it was obvious what had just
happened. The perfume of his accident quickly filled
the room kaing it even worse. 
    Calmly rising from her chair, Nurse Johnson came
over to Randy, felt the back of his diaper to check
the extnd of his BM, and pushed him firmly but gently
back into his seat bringing more tears. 
    "Don't cry, Randy. You've just had your first
poopie in your diapers. You'll get used to messy
diapers before long, I promise. Little boys who still
wet themselves need to wear diapers to protect their
clothing and the bedding. Its best if we keep diapers
on you all the time for wee wees and poopies. That
way, you'll learn a very good diaper lesson and be
more likely to stay dry when we let you go back to
big boy clothes in a few days. 
     Though Randy still felt utterly miserable, the
softness of her voice and caressing hand made him fel
better and he was able to sit there for another
twenty minutes, squirming in his mess, until the
three women finished their breakfast and Nurse
Johnson announced it was time for Randy to go to the
Nursery. 
 
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From:         sarah3333@aol.com (Sarah3333)
Date:         1997/06/08
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Randy's Trip to the Infimirary IV

ADULT INFANTALIST FANTASY STORY. MATERNAL SPANKINGS
AND DIAPERINGS. SOME SEXUAL INITIATION. ALL
CHARACTERS PURELY FICTIONAL. IF YOU ARE NOT OVER 18,
DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER. READING THIS STORY MEANS YOU
ARE OVER 18.

The author is an adult diaper wearer in CT who has a
Mommy in NYC and would like to chat with other
infantalist couples, Mommies, or adult female diaper
wearers in the NE. Adults only! Mommy also wears
diapers now and then and I become the Daddy. We hope
to meet with another diaper couple in NYC, CT,  or RI
between June 24-29, 1997,  for some diaper fun. This
could include an outing to the beach (discreetly
diapered), a picnic in a state forest, some shopping
in a mall, or an afternoon of diaper fun at your
house or my Mommy's apartment in NYC. Do not contact
us if you are a single male. We are only intersted in
couples and adult women who like diaper games.
Thanks. email me directly at Sarah3333.

     Although it was not an official policy at St.
Bernards, most of the nuns spanked until the boy had
a a good cry. This was deemed essential for the
learning of a thorough lesson and the "regression
therapy" necessary to manage the boys efficiently.
Thus Randy's relatively quick regression to a cry
baby did not surprise Nurse Billington. Ironically,
crying also added to an older child's embarrassment
and helplessness which in turn further opened the
flood gates of tears and allowed greater regression.
     Since Randy was small for his age, it was easy
for Nurse Billington to hold his struggling body
securely in place as her strong right hand descended
again and again onto his scarlet fanny. Though he
didn't know it, he was in for a full, ten minute
spanking that eveening as Nurse Billington was
determined to break down any remaining resistance to
his staying in the junior wing.
     What Nurse Billington didn't know was that Randy
had consumed so many glasses of juice before dinner
that he already had to urinate again. It wouldn't
have been a problem under normal circumstances but
the burning in his fanny had obliterated everything
else in Randy's mind. After seven minutes of being
soundly spanked, Randy had lost not only his control
over his bladder but even the awareness that his
control had disappeared. Suddenly and without any
warning, he peed two small spurts of urine onto Nurse
Billington's bare lap. Immediately she stopped and
exclaimed,
    "Why you little baby you. You've wet on me during
your spanking after I just took you to the toilet.
Shame on you.  SMACK SMACK  Shame on you!  SMACK
SMACK  Do you know what we do with babies who wet,
Randy? Do you? First you are going to sit on the
potty right there before I finish your spanking. And
then you are going to spend three nights in the
Nursery where you can wet all you like in thick baby
diapers and plastic pants. Since the Nursery is full
tonight, you will sleep in an extra hospital bed near
my room. If you need to be changed in the night, I
will take care of that for tonight. But starting
tomorrow morning, after Mikey leaves, you be subject
to Nursery regulations beginning with a late
breakfast. Once you are in the Nursery, you will have
only three diaper changes per day, at 10 AM, 3 PM,
and 8 PM. Otherwise, you will be kept in diapers
round the clock just like any other baby boy and
there will be no potty privileges of any kind. I'm
sure three days in the Nursery will teach you to
control yourself and use the potty correctly when you
have a chance.
    By now, Randy was sobbing at the unfairness of it
all as Nurse Billington stood him on his feet and
dabbed herself dry with a nearby towel. After she was
dry, she leding him over to the tub where there was a
little potty chair on the floor which he had not seen
before. Sitting him down, she waited until he
relieved himself before hauling him to his feet and
taking him back to the spanking chair where she
administered the rest of his spanking for a good four
minutes.
     When she finished, Randy just lay there over her
lap, bawling and rubbing his deep red fanny
frantically. After a few minutes, Nurse Billington
allowed him to stand up and took him in her arms,
pressing him closely against her full bosom until his
crying stopped and he was able to promise to be a
"good boy" in response to her questions. Finally, she
whispered,
    "Baby Randy, it's time to get you in your diapers
so you won't wet tonight like you did during your
spanking. Little boys who wet themselves still need
diapers to protect their beds, don't they?"
     Instead of protesting or shaking his head, Randy
just buried himself further into her bosom and held
on for dear life. By then, he had no intention of
fussing or disobeying. He just wanted to be as good
as he could possibly be for the nurse who had just
spanked him. From Nurse Billington's perspective, it
was clear the spanking had allowed Randy to turn a
corner and accept not just his new status in the
junior wing but his need for a trip to the Nursery.
     She helped him back onto the table after
spreading a pad out on the metal surface. Opening one
of the four drawers built into the table, she pulled
out a pair of disposable diapers in Randy's size and
a thick soaker pad. She opened another drawer and
removed a bottle of baby oil and a pacifier from a
small jar. Before Randy could say anything, she
popped in into his mouth and told him to keep it
there unless he wanted to go back over her knee.
Immediately, he began sucking on it and quietly
allowed her to grasp his ankles and fold his legs up
onto chest. By tilting him backward, she was able to
slide the diaper and soaker pad into place under his
bottom. His legs then opened almost instinctively as
he he remembered what came next. Smiling down at him
and striking his face, Nurse Billington said,
    "That's my good little boy, Randy. You just lie
there while Nurse Billington gets you into some nice
warm, soft diapers. You'll feel much better when I'm
finished and you'll sleep better too, I'm sure."
     She then opened the baby oil and squirted it all
over his diaper area and rubbed it in thoroughly
while he lay there on his back, legs folded up and
spread like an infant. For the next few minutes,
Randy sucked on his pacifier, his eyes closed as if
in a daze, while he was expertly oiled and diapered.
The combined experience of a table bath, a sound
spanking, a post-spanking snuggle, and now a
diapering had produced a strange, deep-seated
security, docility, and exhaustion which overpowered
Randy. He barely noticed when Nurse Billington slid a
pair of crackling baby print plastic pants up his
legs and tilted him back once again to pull the
plastic pants in place over his diapers. Dimming the
lights even further, she then pulled a one piece
sleeper over his feet, helped him sit up and get his
arms in, and then zipped it up in back, locking the
zipper in place with a tiny padlock which he never
saw.  Finally, at 8:25, she led the boy, pacifier
still in place, out of the bathroom and down the hall
into a room just off her bedroom where she tucked him
into a large bed with hospital bars on all sides.
     The last thing he remembered before falling
asleep was when Nurse Billington removed his pacifier
for a moment and made him swallow two bitter
tablespoons of castor oil. Fortunately, she
immediately returned the pacifier and he quickly
drifted off into a deep sleep five minutes after she
kissed good night and closed the door.
     When he awoke, it was already morning and Nurse
Billington was shaking him awake, replacing the
pacifier which had fallen out on the pillow, and
asking him if he was dry.
    "Let's check Baby Randy's diaper this morning,
shall we." After making him roll over and unlocking
and unzipping his sleeper, she took it off
completely. She then had him roll back over onto his
back and stuck a finger into the crotch of his
diapers to discover what he already knew.
    "Why you little wetter, you. You did need diapers
after all, didn't you. Any boys who wets at night
earns an extra night in the Nursery."
    Taking his two ankles in one hand as if he really
was an infant, she quickly tilted him backward in his
hospital bed and removed his plastic pants before
untaping and removing his wet diaper. Ignoring his
erection as the normal reaction of an older boy in
wet morning diapers, she dropped the diaper and
soaker into a nearby diaper pail, she wiped him clean
with baby wipes and applied a fresh dose of baby oil.
Her only comment was to say,
     "It looks like Baby Randy likes his diapers,
doesn't it?". In response, Randy flushed once again
and turned away to avoid her gaze. With his legs
still held up in a fetal position over his chest,
Nurse Billington finished his oiling and took a
thermometer from her pocket and slipped it into
place. After telling Randy to stay there until she
said so, she went off to the bathroom to fetch a tee
shirt, new diaper, and new pair of plastic pants from
the dresser and two suppositories from a little jar
in the cabinet. When she came back, she removed the
thermometer from Randy, pronounced him free of fever,
and quickly slipped the suppositories into place
before he had any idea what was happening.
   "What was that, Nurse Billington," Randy asked
naively.
    "Nothing, dear, just a little thing to help
babies from time to time. Now lie still while we get
you into a nice dry diaper. Working quickly, Nurse
Billington produced another disposable diaper and
taped in on tightly before sliding a pair of fairly
tight fitting semi-transparent grey plastic pants
over Randy's diaper. They fit snugly, outlining his
diapered bottom against the taut plastic.
     With his diapering finished, Nurse Billington
lowered the side of Randy's hospital bed, helped him
stand up, and slid the tee shirt over his head after
he lifted his arms. Taking him by the hand, she then
said,
    "Come with me, little man. I need to keep an eye
on you while I have my breakfast with Nurse Johnson
and Sister Sarah."
    "Nooooo ... I don't wanna go like this, Nurse
Billington, please let me put my pjs."
    "Hush child, Nurse Johnson is going to be
changing your diapers for the next three days in the
Nursery. So don't worry about her. Sister Sarah has
also seen plenty of big boys in diapers, believe me.
Another word and I will give you a spanking in front
of them. Would you like that?"
    Faced with this threat, Randy relented and let
her march him out into the hallway and down to the
small kitchen where Nurse Johnson and Sister Sarah
were just about to start eating scrambled eggs and
toast around a small round table. Tears streamed down
Randy's face as Randy's rustling disposable diaper
and crackling plastic pants immediately drew the eyes
of both women as he entered the kitchen, led by the
hand. To make matters worse, Nurse Johson asked,
    "Was he wet, Susan?"
    "Yes he certainly was, June. He's going to need
an extra night in the Nursery."
     "At least an extra night, Susan, depending on
whether he stays dry at night. It's just as well.
Randy will learn a much better lesson that way if he
stays for three or four days."
    "Sit here, Randy, while we have our breakfast.
And if I hear a peep out of you before we finish,
Nurse Johnson will give you a spanking later this
morning after you have your breakfast in the
Nursery."
    Tears continued to roll down Randy's face as he
sat down on a small chair off in the corner of the
room and stared down at the floor. A few minutes
later, he began to squirm as the suppositories took
effect. He tried signalling Nurse Billington with
anxious looks but all three nurses ignored him
completely. Finally, he whispered urgently,
    "Nurse Billington, I have to go number two real
bad".
     All three woman looked over at him as Nurse
Billington replied,
    "Hush child. That's what your diapers are for.
It's the most natural thing in the world for babies
to make poopie in their diapers. If Baby Randy needs
to make a poopie, you should go ahead. For the next
three days, you will be making all your wee wees and
poopies in your diapers. Nurse Johnson will change
you after your breakfast. Now don't bother us any
more or you will also get a spanking after your 10 AM
diaper change."
    Randy burst out crying as the full significance
of his status hit him. He continued to cry for the
next few minutes as the spasms in his tummy got worse
and his ability to hold back weakened further and
further. Finally, there was nothing he could do but
raise himself slightly in his little chair and give
way to a long series of contractions as he expelled
what seemed an impossibly large, warm poopie load
into his tight fitting diaper. After he finished, he
looked up to see all three nurses smiling at him.
Again, hot tears washed over his face as the shamed-
faced youngster realized it was obvious what had just
happened. The perfume of his accident quickly filled
the room kaing it even worse.
    Calmly rising from her chair, Nurse Johnson came
over to Randy, felt the back of his diaper to check
the extnd of his BM, and pushed him firmly but gently
back into his seat bringing more tears.
    "Don't cry, Randy. You've just had your first
poopie in your diapers. You'll get used to messy
diapers before long, I promise. Little boys who still
wet themselves need to wear diapers to protect their
clothing and the bedding. Its best if we keep diapers
on you all the time for wee wees and poopies. That
way, you'll learn a very good diaper lesson and be
more likely to stay dry when we let you go back to
big boy clothes in a few days.
     Though Randy still felt utterly miserable, the
softness of her voice and caressing hand made him fel
better and he was able to sit there for another
twenty minutes, squirming in his mess, until the
three women finished their breakfast and Nurse
Johnson announced it was time for Randy to go to the
Nursery.

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