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. [Deja News][Home] Quick Search Power Search Search Filter Interest Finder Browse Groups Post Message --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Live Play-By-Play!!] Explore by clicking here Article 103 of 1674 Text Only Help[?] [Previous Article] Previous Article [Next Article] Next Article [Current Results] Current Results [View Thread] View Thread [Post Message] Post Message Subject: ~ STORY "RANDY 4" by Randy From: sarah3333@aol.com (Sarah3333) Date: 1997/06/08 Message-Id: <19970608160700.MAA04554@ladder02.news.aol.com> Newsgroups: alt.sex.fetish.diapers [More Headers] 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. ----------------------------------------------------------- [Live Play-By-Play!!] Explore by clicking here ----------------------------------------------------------- Previous | Next | Results | View Thread | Author Profile | Post Message | Post Reply | Send Email ----------------------------------------------------------- Copyright © 1995-97 Deja News, Inc. 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