From: (THE DTC3) Subject: Story: My Special School Date: 23 Aug 1995 19:17:09 -0400 My Special School Today is a great day for me. After two months at the Kimberly-Clark school for boys, I am going to graduate, and get to go home. My school has a strange name, and there is a good reason for that. This is my strange story. As a boy, I was always getting in trouble, and as I got older I just seemed to get in more and more. But I learned my lesson the day I touched that lady's breast. Part One I shouldn't have done it, but I wanted to know what a breast felt like, I walked right up to her, and grabbed her, She Jumped out of her chair, and smacked me and then grabbed me by the arm. She dragged me out of the restaurant and threw me in her car. I tried to get away but she would not let go of her grip on me. "Where do you live?" she asked "Fuck you, let me go" She smacked me across the face a second time. "Where do you live?" My face stinging I told her my address, and before long we were out in front of the house. she let go of her grip on my arm, and I bolted for the house, but she followed behind me. I ran inside slamming the door behind me and ran up to my room. Within seconds I heard the doorbell, and before I could tell me mom not to answer it she did. "Hi, I just dropped your son off, can we talk for a minute?" "Sure come on in" My mother said. "How can I help you" I listened from the top of the stairs as the young woman recounted what had happened in the restaurant, My mother was very upset, and apologized about twenty times, as she told about how much of a handful I had been the last few years. "Well, that is what I wanted to talk to you about. You see, I run a special school for troubled boys, and I think your son would be the perfect candidate for a new student. I can promise you that he will come home at the end of the summer, a changed boy, in more ways than one" She giggled at her own comment as she handed my mother some kind of catalog. "I'm going to leave you my number and you can think it over." "Thanks, I'll let you know" My mother said as she showed the woman to the door. She turned around and saw me standing at the top of the stairs. "Let's go, get down here, we need to talk." Reluctantly I went down stairs for yet another boring lecture. I have no clue what it was about since I wasn't listening. That was mistake number two for the day. "Michael! What did I just ask you?" "Huh, what?" "That's it young man, go upstairs to your room. In the morning you are going to this school. She handed me the booklet and I went upstairs to look it over. I was shocked at what I saw. I went back downstairs and begged my mother not to send me there, but it was no use. I was going. Part Two I didn't sleep much that night, because I was just plain scared of going to this weird school. I went downstairs and made one more useless plea to be pardoned from this school, but again it was no use. I sat on the couch and waited for the lady to come to get me, not knowing what else to do. When she arrived she seemed leased that I was not resisting her. I grabbed the bag I had packed, but when I got to the door, she took it from me, and handed it to my mother "You don't need that, your clothes will be provided for you, I am sure you read the booklet I left. "Yes, But I ain't wearing that stuff." "It's YES MAMM, and trust me you will wear it." "whatever" I was lead back to her car again, and waved to my mom and we pulled away. The school was way on the edge of town, on an old farm. It actually looked like a hotel "Maybe this won't be so bad" I thought as we pulled up to the door. "Let's go see your new room" She said as she got out of the car. I got out too, and walked in front of her into the building. Without stopping at the front desk she led me up to the second floor where the bedrooms are. We passed a couple of identical rooms, and then we turned into what was to be my room for a while. The room was blue, like a boys room, and had a dresser and a bed with a chest at the end of it. I sat down on the bed, and the lady, who finally introduced herself as Jodi pulled up the chair from the desk in the corner. "It's a nice room isn't it? One of the nicest we have. I want you to be comfortable here, I am not mad about what happened at the restaurant the other day, I just want to teach you to behave like the young man you are. As I am sure you saw there are no looks on your door, or any of the doors, this isn't a prison, it's just a Child Development School. "But what about that stuff in the booklet?" "That is just to help the parents to think we are real strict, but the truth is, as long as you behave it's almost like a summer camp. Only if you are naughty do you get treated like you saw in the booklet. "But why do we have to wear diapers?" "We ran out of money to build, so we weren't able to afford toilets in the bathroom, because bath tubs were more important to us. So everyone here does wear diapers, including the staff. The sleepers you will wear are solely to discourage running away, as you would look silly running down the highway in a footed sleeper. The rest I guess you will learn as we go, any questions?" "yes, who will be the one to diaper me?" I was nervous about that, since not even my mother had seen me naked in years. "well, For the first couple of days, I will do it myself, after that you will report to the nanny when you need to be changed." "the nanny" "Yes, she is the woman in charge of you boys when you are not in classes. Her area is at the end of the hall, and I will show you that when I give you the tour of the place. But first I want to get you changed and have you take a nap for a while, then I will show you around." I removed all my clothes, and Jodi put them on top of the dresser. She went in the top draw and removed a disposable diaper, and then in the second drawer for a sleeper. "Why is the diaper green?" I asked "Well, that's just how they are made. The company gives them to us for free, because we named the school after them, so it works out well. She diapered me, and helped me into my sleeper, and then snapped the buttons on the back. "Don't even try to remove this, the buttons were specially made, you need this tool (showing the wrench type object on a chain attached to her belt) to take them off. It was made for anti-theft tags in stores, but it works well for us too. Now lay down and take a nap, I will be back in an hour." "But Jodi, I'm not tired." " I know honey, but I need time to do your paperwork, so please lay down like a good boy." "okay" This isn't going to be that bad, she seems nice, and I can get used to these clothes. I laid down, and actually fell asleep. Part Three "Michael, wake up sleepy head" I was tired and confused as I slowly woke up, "Hi, momm...I mean mamm." "Hello, did you have a good nap?" "yes, but I need to pee badly, do I really have to use the diaper?" "I'm sorry, but you do, you'll get used to it after a while, in fact you will learn to like it, now come with me, I'll give you the tour. I figure you won't be able to pee right away, your not used to doing it in a diaper, just wait until the presser builds up, you'll pee when you need to bad enough." I got up and took her hand as she led me out of my room and down the hall. We turned a corner and were in another hall with more bedrooms. But these ones were different. They had locks on the door, and leather straps on the beds, It was obvious whoever slept in these beds were tied to them at night "What are these rooms?" "I'm sorry, I should have explained better. You are a level 1 visitor, that means you are here just to learn to behave, and you haven't done anything all that bad. These are the level 2 rooms, for boys that have run away from their parents and were sent here to be punished. In a minute you will see the level 3 hall, for boys who have been in trouble with the law, and are here to avoid a worse stay in a juvenile hall. To make it easier level one is called a VISITOR because you usually are not here more than a couple months, level 2 is a CLIENT and level 3 is a INMATE" When we turned another corner, I saw the level three rooms, and most of them had kids in them, wearing only diapers, no sleepers, and there were bars on the doors. "These children don't get to leave there rooms until they are half way through the training process. You on the other hand will have a good amount of freedom, and you will even get to go home on the weekends." "That's cool, but what is the training program?" "Were going there now. The classrooms are on the ground floor. The training program is a series of child development classes that will teach you to behave like a young man. If you pay attention, you will be fine here. Oh, I almost forgot this room over here is the punishment center. This is where you will be sent if you misbehave at all. Because you are my special visitor, I will always be the one to decide how you should be punished, but I hope I will not need to have you punished much. Would you like to go in? More later, Comments welcome