Pampers Evolution Episode 2

Summary: We continue to see in to a world where Pampers extend their 
range to all shapes and sizes. In this episode, we see the world change 
as they realise that almost every teen male in the country is keen on 
wearing nappies, and Pampers start to specialise for them. We catch up 
with the original characters and meet some new ones.

JAMES

	As the proud father of the country's most famous teenage nappy 
model, Joe Downes' readings of any Pampers-related news over the 
Breakfast table had moved beyond the vague interest in stock market 
movements of last year, to fully fledged conversation of every aspect 
of the company that his son was advertising. I had spent much of the 
previous 12 months being relieved that while my brethren DL were busy 
being found out and shamed by parents, mine gazed upon adverts, 
commercials, billboards and packets of nappies showing their boy 
wearing what they had no idea made him happier than anything else could 
hope to. And yet they still talked about it with me, completely 
misinterpreting my hidden excitement as enjoyment of fame and large pay 
cheques.
	The year saw me use up my free samples up quickly, but not before 
Pampers released the extended range, allowing me to buy the nappies 
with his picture on the front. I was in a unique position, where most 
of the country's kids and teenagers had their parents knowing better 
and telling them when and where to wear nappies. I, on the other hand, 
being the most famous wearer of them, was said to 'know best' by my 
parents, who expected me to wear nappies just like other boys my age, 
but allowed me to choose my own schedule beyond their most simple 
requests: which I was always willing to do! My schedule was wide, but 
not so complete that I drew too much eyebrow-raising. Nights, in the 
car, during sports, in the pool, shopping and whenever he was home 
alone were some of the opportunities I took to wear nappies, and I got 
through a 32 pack every week, with a big grin from the clerk pointing 
at my picture at the front as I handed over the money.
	I received a letter almost exactly a year after the first 
release, asking me to come back to the Pampers advertisers in London 
for the week-long shoot for a product line they were simply codenaming 
Nextstep. My parents dropped me off to the same hotel I stayed in last 
time, taking the opportunity for their own romantic holiday elsewhere. 
I wasn't considering my week to be 'romantic.' My love for nappies had 
never extended beyond a satisfaction, and had not reached the sexual 
level that I didn't want to think about my parents enjoying. I never 
even felt the baby desires that I knew many of my jealous peers did.
	But I was certainly looking forward to the week... a lot. I had 
never imagined the great level my life could reach, and I couldn't even 
guess let alone imagine what was going on with this shoot... so it had 
to be good. I walked in to the studios with a smile, wearing a nappy 
just to show how committed I was. Dry - of course - I didn't want to 
seem helpless when I was changed in to a new product by the dressers.
	By the end of the week, I was exhausted but very satisfied... sad 
only that it was over until the great things I had been photographed in 
came on to the shelves. There were not only new kinds of nappies. 
Pampers also made a new changing table, big enough for anyone to use. 
They made wipes, extra large disposable bags, and all the other 
condiments you expected to see during a baby's nappy change, but just 
bigger. The ad examples I got a month later showed me lying happily on 
the table, in varying stages of nappy changes. They showed me throwing 
away my old nappy in a odour-sealing bag while wearing a new one 
happily. They showed me cleaning myself with a large wipe delicately 
placed enough to hide what needed to be. Ditto for talc and lotion 
bottles, and absorbent change mats.
	Then there were the new nappies themselves. Firstly, they took 
close-ups of me in 'before and after' dry and wet nappies, showing how 
effective the new indicator strips that they put on all nappies were. 
There was also a billboard with lots of pictures of me in various 
positions on a white background, all of me wearing different coloured 
nappies. The slogan said 'Pampers: Wearing nappies doesn't mean not 
being in fashion.' There were also ads pointing out the new odour-
locking technology that Pampers had invested 2million pounds in 
developing was now in circulation and working really well.
	The most fun came from trying out the nappies that were new all 
over, not just on the surface. Firstly, a new brand called Ultradry was 
a much thicker version that had about three times the absorbent gel and 
strong plastic with three strong strips to hold the nappy against the 
severe sagging that would come from massive amounts of excreta. The 
slogan on most of the posters and ads was 'Pampers Teen Ultradry: an 
active life doesn't have time for all-day changes.' There was also the 
converse, Pampers Discretion. Very thin nappies that didn't hold much, 
but still could hold one dump and piss before leaking. The elastic 
cover also pushed the nappy back on to you, meaning it didn't bulge 
out. That in the conjunction with odour-lock meant the slogan was 
'Pampers Teen Discretion: No-one will ever know.' The picture of me 
showed me in identical positions, one in a thin nappy, the other in 
clothes not giving the nappy away. There were also ads for strong yet 
supple Pampers Teen Active Fit sports nappies, that were designed not 
to leak when running and moving a lot. They were designed like boxers, 
and were only available in white... but with go-faster stripes of 
course. There was a picture of me running around a track in one of 
them. The A4 ad and the TV commercial shared the same explanation: 
"You're 15 years old. You are beginning to reach your physical peak, 
but you still want to wear a nappy. That's why Pampers have created 
Teen Active Fit, a nappy whose tight leg cuffs and brief-like design 
won't leak under pressure and is comfortable enough to perform at your 
best. Pampers Teen Active Fit: Inspired by Teens, created by Pampers."
	There were swimming nappies. "You're fifteen years old. You like 
swimming, but your nappy doesn't. (A shot of me uncomfortably swimming 
with a classic Pampers dragging behind me making the water look murky.) 
That's why Pampers have created Pampers Teen Waternappy. (The camera 
switches to me swimming fast down the pool in a comfortably tight 
yellow-green nappy.) A nappy with material that absorbs tightly only 
from the inside, and whose cover doesn't let anything in or out. 
Pampers Teen Waternappy: Inspired by Teens, created by Pampers." The 
commercial finished with me walking to the changing rooms, pleased with 
myself and both indicator stripes positive, the water as clean as ever.
	One of my favourites: "You're a teenager, so lazy days in are as 
much a part of your life as active days out. So you can stick around 
for a whole day without going through changes, Pampers have created 
Teen Wholedays, a nappy three times as thirsty as our biggest version 
that you can wear out. Pampers Wholedays, inspired by Teens, created by 
Pampers." The nappy was much thicker than the Ultradrys. It wasn't too 
tight, so it was comfortable and breathable, but once it got even half 
full, you couldn't do much more than walk very calmly around in 
trousers, or it would fall off or leak. The day we took the photos and 
ads for this nappy, I was asked to keep the same one on all day, and 
drink and eat a lot, so that by the end of the day, they have some 
footage of it used completely. It was a cool nappy to wear, the 
ultimate experience for Diaper Lovers.
	There were a few more photos being taken for developments in the 
baby, child and adult range, but over half of the developments were for 
teen males... with my face and diapered butt on them!

RAY

	"Mr. Collins," said the TV interviewer I had gotten used to over 
the past year, "We've been proved wrong about this before, so we're not 
going to make any huge claims... but the re-evolution of Pampers, as 
it's being called, does seem like going a bit far this time."
	"Well, David, you would be right were it not for one important 
fact that everyone seems to be ignoring when criticising our new 
development. Nappy sales are up massively, but you are right about most 
of the demographic being satisfied with what we have already. All 
females, and males above about twenty or twenty five, they seem to 
either not bother with nappies altogether, just keep a packet in the 
wardrobe just incase, or wear them occasionally, which we're happy 
with. Most of the huge increase in sales are from the 5 - 25 male age 
group. This comes from parents who realise that young male bladders 
aren't strong and benefit from the support of a Pamper. Also from the 
fact they are just easier. Parents sometimes buy them just to point out 
they have the power to tell their kids to wear them. Some give their 
boys nappies because it's better on all sides for them to be wetting 
themselves ad infinitum than to be using toilets. Some actually put 
nappies on their kids purely for punishment's sake. But that brings me 
on to something else, which is the fact that most teenage males are 
enjoying Pampers, according to our studies. That means that so-called 
'Diaper Punishment' has moved on to actually taking away nappies in 
some cases! Kids are punished either by not getting the feeling they 
are accustomed to, or by being forced to use the toilet. And at school, 
most schools don't allow toilet breaks or even toilets any more, in 
favour of nappy changes, so kids being punished may just wet 
themselves. I'm not saying that Pampers supports child humiliation, but 
it just goes to show that Pampers are popular enough to be worn 
customarily, and have become a way of life that's altered according to 
needs."
	"That may all be, Ray, but it still doesn't explain why you are 
making these developments."
	"Well, first of all, there are a few new nappies for adults and 
the female line, that make them more appealing. We are launching 
Pampers Adult Discreets with a vengeance, thinking that this will make 
people more likely to wear them without embarrassment. Baby nappies are 
staying largely the same, but we are homogonising the baby and the 
child range, so effectively, you'll be able to stay in baby nappies to 
the age of fourteen, before you have to switch to the teen range. IE, 
we're extending Baby Dry and removing Child Dry. This includes the baby 
designs for people this age, which responds to a lot of parental 
requests we've had to make nappies more calming and neutral for an age 
group that is rapidly becoming more appealed to by alternative 
cultures. This will also make parents less wary that their potty 
training child is about to move on past a baby range. That way, sales 
will increase because there will be even less pressure to potty train. 
The teen male range is being massively extended. This is not to 
increase sales, instead to reward loyal customers. Details of new and 
exciting types of nappies for teen males will soon be available in 
advertising campaigns."
	"That's all very well, but what do you say to the people who 
think that this encouragement you are creating not to bother with potty 
training is purely selfish corporate desire and removing dignity from 
our young people?"
	"That's pure trash. Potty training is a traumatic time for 
everyone, and bedwetting even more so. Parents are angry because if 
they fail, they'll either be forced to do a lot of washing, or buy 
expensive disposable or cloth nappies. Now, they no longer have that 
pressure because Pampers are available and cheap. In this day and age, 
there's no reason why young people should be subjected to a process as 
degrading as potty training, it's a patronising and unpleasant process. 
This means that if they avoid it at 'classic' potty training ages, no-
one would ever consider potty training kids after the age of seven or 
eight, so they never have to go through it and can wear Pampers all the 
time. Plus, since 96% of everyone under twelve, 98% of males and 54% of 
females 12-28, it's more degrading to be the only kid who doesn't wear 
nappies. In schools without student toilet access, not being in nappies 
means dancing on the spot and shaking your legs to stop you urinating, 
otherwise you!
 wet yourself, both of which are more degrading that wearing nappies 
like your classmates."
	"Well argued, Mr. Collins. So, that's Ray Collins talking about 
the next development of nappies we'll be seeing on our shelves in less 
than a month."
	"On that subject too, David, I'm pleased to be able to announce 
that within months, Pampers will be opening their own shops in all 
cities and most towns. Most people won't have far to go to buy Pampers 
from our own shops, where they can not only buy nappies, but purchase 
accessories and receive advice from nappy experts."
	"Good to hear, Ray. In other news..."

TONY (new character)

	My nappy development was stupidly, unfairly normal before Pampers 
grew past size 6. I acquiesced with potty training, never reaslising 
that when I succeeded my Mum would stop giving me nappies, which she 
did when I was 4, except for at night. I hung on to bedwetting 
religiously until they manipulated me in to stopping that too, when I 
was seven. After that, no matter how much I begged for nappies, I 
didn't get them. I became friends with a guy I didn't even like just so 
I could steal his Drynites whenever I went over. When he stopped 
bedwetting, I mysteriously no longer wished to hang out with the 
weirdo.
	When I was nine, I gave up even thinking about nappies, and when 
I was fourteen they developed the range. Oh, irony of ironies, the only 
DL I knew of in my class was the only one whose Mum did not buy him 
nappies. No matter how many "please Mum! Everyone else in my class 
wears nappies, I feel like such a freak holding on until I get home. I 
showered on her, she said she never wanted to go back to the house 
smelling like nappies. When they made the second development with the 
Odour-locks, this still wasn't good enough for her. She wouldn't even 
try it.
	My best friend Lewis had the way of life I wanted. Despite being 
continent, he wore nappies all day long. He had two wardrobes, one for 
clothes. The other was full of almost every kind of nappy Pampers made 
in his size. His parents were made aware that I wasn't a nappy wearer 
by my Mum, so they made sure I didn't wear his, although they obviously 
felt sorry for me.
	Obviously, this didn't stop me. There was always a packet of 
Pampers Teen Ultradrys hidden under my bed. It felt so bad though. 
Before, I felt almost guilty hiding the size 6 Baby Drys under my bed. 
But now that everyone wore nappies, I had no reason to hide any more, 
other than my Mother being selfish, and that pissed me off. I could 
only wear the damn things while she was out or sometimes in bed.
	A respite that would change things - if only for a little while - 
was a four-day weekend away that Lewis' family had invited me on with 
them to the South Coast. They had promised me, in secrecy from my 
Mother, that being a few hundred miles from her would allow them to 
'bend the rules' sufficiently enough to let me not stick out so much.
	I got to their house early in the morning. Lewis was nappying 
himself in his bedroom when I walked in. "Hey," he said. "Looking 
forward to your nappy weekend?"
	"Yeah. Can't wait to get there and put on a normal-sized butt for 
once."
	"Don't have to wait, do you? Get one on now."
	I smiled. My Mum wouldn't know would she? And his parents were 
supporting me this weekend. I eyed the larger wardrobe in his room with 
the half-full nappy pail next to it. "Sure!" I said.
	"What kind shall we use?" he asked as he opened the wardrobe. 
While he chose, I took off everything on my legs.
	"Can I just have a classic Teen Dry? I'd like to get the original 
feeling."
	"Sure," he said, taking one out of the bag. I lay down and lifted 
my shirt well clear of the nappy area. I know I'd been wearing 
Ultradrys secretly, but this would be much cooler. Firstly, I would be 
changed by someone else, which was cool. Secondly, I would be able to 
wear my nappy openly. Lastly, it was a classic nappy, not one of the 
special Ultradrys I made myself wear because they lasted longer and 
didn't mean I had to risk exposure by buying nappies more often. The 
nappy felt absolutely perfect as Lewis put it on me. I could describe 
the feel of it against my skin, the tightness around my waist or even 
the wet warmth as I wet a nappy that didn't drink it all up instantly, 
like Ultradrys. But you don't need to know about that. The feeling was 
nothing more or less than perfection. I don't know how to explain it 
better. Perfection.
	We got in to their car which carried me, Lewis, his 13 year old 
brother Kevin and his parents amply. I sat happily down in passanger 
seat with a pleasant squish of the wet gel. Fifteen minutes later, with 
a smile and a suggestive nod to Lewis, I had a happy and long shit in 
my nappy. A few minutes after his Mum said, "Tony, if that smell's you, 
then our rule is that we change nappies within five minutes of pooing 
in the car. Do you have your nappy bag there with you?"
	"I don't have a nappy bag, Kathy. I'm wearing one of Lewis' Teen 
Drys."
	"Oh, yeah, I suppose you wouldn't. There's a Pampers shop in a 
few minutes time, we'll go in and get you some stuff." I smiled broadly 
in anticipation, and a few minutes later, Lewis, his mother and I 
walked in to a shop with a Plastic Pampers logo jutting over the top of 
a turquoise banner. A picture of that lucky Pampers Teen model in an 
alluring pose and a turquoise nappy stood at the back of a display of 
nappies on manikin butts in the window. When we walked in, my smile 
grew. Even though they'd been open for six months, I had never seen 
inside a Pampers store. There was a massive display of Pampers bags up 
and down three walls and one side of a centre isle. The other side of 
the aisle and its facing wall was full of various accessories baring 
the Pampers logo. "If you're anything like Lewis," his Mum said, 
"You'll go through about ten or eleven nappies a day. Pampers make one-
day multi-pack kits, so we might as well get four of those." We picked 
up four medium-sized bags. Five of them were teen-drys in five 
different colours. There was one Ultradry, two Discretions, one Swimmer 
and an Active Fit. That looked pretty cool, and being expected and 
invited to wear ten a day was amazing. Next, she took us to the 
accessory aisle and bought me a nappy bag, a change mat, two packs of 
wipes and a box of forty disposal bags. We paid and left. She made all 
of us get in to the back of their van, where there was enough floor 
space for us to change each other. I changed Kevin's baby dry, he 
changed Lewis in to a Wholeday and Lewis changed me in to one of my new 
Teen Drys, throwing the old one in to the car's nappy disposal.
	I spent the rest of the weekend in nappies, as promised, and made 
sure each one was particularly wet and messy before I savoured the 
feeling of a new one on my backside. Occasionally, I was appealed to so 
much by 13 year old Kevin's Baby Drys that I pulled one on. They were 
tight - snug - but they fit, and the shapes and animals adorned all 
over the cover were attractive, but not worth the slightly 
uncomfortable smash-down of parts by the tightness.
	And the weekend was so much fun that I had big plans for big 
changes when I got home... my mother's alternative to the choice of 
giving me nappies would become quickly unbearable.

PETE

	Our trip to the War Museum a year ago was the school's first 
major experiment in nappies, and it proved that it worked. Sixty of us 
were nappied, including my pal Ken whose Mum hadn't jumped on the 
Pampers bandwagon by then, but we leant him our nappies out of 
solidarity. (After him and his Mum realised their popularity, he became 
the biggest nappy-wearer of us all.) There were three unnappied boys 
who regretted nappy refusal after the trip was extended and the coach 
stuck in traffic on the way back. All three wet themselves and Gareth 
the Geek, who thought not wearing Pampers was cool, shat himself. They 
were all given punishment certificates.
	Punishment certificates were inspired by the nappies. They meant 
that the school asked parents for permission to spank, or for parents 
to come in and spank their sons. The alternative was a good old 
fashioned detention - of 20 hours to be made over 20 consecutive days. 
They were all spanked at assembly the next day and since then, most 
parents - including mine - have given pre-permission for spanking.
	The other aspect of the school's new r�gime was the replacing of 
pupil toilets with large changing tables. Ask me a year before about 
this and I would have scratched your eyes out. Now though - I didn't 
mind so much!
	A changing table stood at the back of every class room laden with 
nappies from size 8 upwards. Every morning registration, everyone had 
to drop their trousers for inspection by the teacher. It was OK not to 
wear nappies, but if you didn't then you couldn't use the toilet, you 
had to use a potty at the front of the classroom. If you wet yourself, 
you were punished. If a nappy leaked, you and your last changer were 
arbitrarily punished, no questions asked.
	Nappying at school was strictly organised. Most teachers allowed 
you get your nappy changed even if they were never the kind to grant 
toilet breaks, because nappy changes could take place in the classroom 
with you still listening to the lesson. Used nappies had to be rolled 
in to themselves with all the shit inside and thrown away into the 
sealed containers. Shit was wiped away using dry paper, then you were 
allowed one and only one baby wipe to refresh and clean. If you didn't 
think that was enough, you were allowed one dose of both lotion & talc 
per change but they had to be applied with paper towels. Sometimes this 
was so uncomfortable, you'd piss yourself straight after for some warm 
relief.
	In addition, no-one was recommended to wear trousers during lunch 
& break. This was because many nappies leaked when running around, so 
this was a way to prevent parents getting angry about ruined clothes. 
Pupils who ignored this advice and leaked were given double punishment.
	Sports & PE required everyone, even the unnappied, to wear 
Pampers Teen Active Fit. During summer, we weren't allowed to wear 
anything but them.
	So, as you can imagine, life at my school was pretty cool!
	It was a normal lunchtime. Me, Ken, Tom and Charlie were hanging 
around the playground in shirts and nappies. A large-group of second 
and third years (12-14 years old) were standing near us in Baby Drys. 
Our Teen Drys were plain, coloured at best. I looked with interest at 
the Baby Drys on the fourteen year olds. The plastic covers were 
covered in multicoloured 3D shapes, with a big picture of a smiling 
cartoon animal over the front strip. The baby indicators simply used a 
circle in the middle of the front and back that disappeared when used. 
I observed one kid's nappy as both circles slid away and yellow & brown 
stains appeared in lieu. I shook myself out of this, as did the rest of 
my mates. We were all embarrassed slightly that we were all so 
interested in watching a thirteen year old wet a Baby Dry, and none of 
us mentioned it. We all started talking again, but it wasn't before 
long that we noticed the large group were all pulling off their 
nappies. We watched, agape, a!
s they tore them off, and threw them, each one full of shit, at the 
nearby parked Headmaster's car. They ran off, naked, pulling spare 
nappies around them hurriedly, to remove the identifying aspect of not 
wearing nappies. Instantly, a teacher came out and spotted us all 
smiling at the audacity. She yelled at us, jumping to the conclusion 
that it was us. We opened our mouths to protest, but it was no good. 
They wanted scapegoats, and before long we'd gone all the way up 
through the change of command and were in front of the deputy head.
	We said that we don't wear Baby Dry, but they said we could 
clearly fit in them and use it as a red herring. We said there were 
four of us and twelve nappies on the car, but they said nothing stopped 
us preparing them all earlier. We said we could identify who it really 
was. They told us to shut up.
	The deputy head smiled as he pulled out our records. All your 
parents have given us authorisation for level 1 punishment. We all 
exchanged quizzical glances - we had never read the punishment letters 
that our parents had signed, and didn't know what level 1 meant. He 
told us to wait in his office, and ten minutes later he lead us all in 
to the auditorium, where the entire school was gathered. We were lead 
on the stage. The deputy head said, "These four were found throwing 
dirty nappies on the head's car. This is an abuse of the nappy system, 
clearly. You all have the privilege of seeing the first stage of the 
punishment of these miscreants." Prefects walked on the stage, pulled 
off our shirts roughly and went off again. We were just standing on the 
stage in front of the entire school in nappies, some of them dirty. 
Even though everyone had gotten used to wearing nappies, seeing 
everyone wear them, and changing other people's dirties, people were 
still already laughing at us. Especially the real perpetrators, who 
were sneering at us. The deputy head told us to take off our nappies 
and clean the shit of our butts with out hands, then wipe them clean on 
the nappies. We did it and we were laughed at - hard. Then he sat on 
the public spanking chair - we knew what was coming. You were usually 
asked whether or not you wanted to be spanked a certain number, 
normally 10, with a thin loincloth or twice the number with a nappy, 
but it looked like he had chosen a brand new naked option. There were 
usually only two or three people to receive public spankings every 
week, but this looked like a special case. He called Ken up first. The 
deputy put a cloth over his lap, and bended Ken over it, bottom up. 
Then - for the first time - he took out a plastic plank with holes in 
it. "This, ladies and gentleman, is part of the result of receiving a 
Level 1 Punishment. Thirty public spanks a day with this paddle." 
Without further ado, he began spanking Ken. He was a strong man and 
didn't bother holding back. Ken's arse was red and sore by the tenth 
unjust stroke, and the thirtieth saw him crying and desperate to rub 
his backside, but unfortunately couldn't as his hands were tied 
together specifically so he couldn't relieve his pain.
	I was next to be called up. I lay over the cloth gingerly, and 
screwed up my eyes. I listened... felt the air as the paddle fell down, 
down and down...
	All the spankings were complete. We stood at the side of the 
stage, backsides red and sore and hands tied together. My backside hurt 
like a son of a bitch and it was all I could do not to cry like Ken. 
"Since these four can obviously not be trusted with Pampers for a 
while, they will spend the remainder of their punishment week wearing 
cloth nappies," he said as he opened a chest and pulled out a stack of 
towels. "They will not be allowed changes, and the only time the 
padlocks will be taken off will be when a teacher is spanking them. The 
nappies will not be cleaned at all, and will be put on as soon as they 
come to school and removed only when they leave for home. Clothes will 
obviously not fit over them, not that we would allow them if they did." 
It sounded horrific. Three other teachers came on the stage, and 
nappied us all publicly in four towels each. They used large pins with 
holes that they padlocked. On top of everything else, a pair of plastic 
pants. And thus begun a terrible bout of Diaper Discipline we didn't 
even deserve.
	The next day, as soon as registration started, we were taken to 
the front of the class, stripped off and paddled. The teacher then made 
us all bend over chairs and the rest of our class circles around and 
were allowed to spank each of us once with a hardback book. Then we 
were laden embarrassingly in our dirty nappies from yesterday. We 
didn't even get the same ones - I was sitting in Ken's mess, he had 
Tom's, Tom had Charlie's and Charlie had mine. Luckily for me, Ken's 
was the dirtiest and wettest - it was gross. We had to share the same 
four dirty nappies for a week. We were spanked the same way too. After 
a week, we were allowed to return to normal, but had to return for 
regular spankings for another two weeks. During the second week, 
though, some parents came to look around the school for their kid. They 
saw us lining outside the spanking room and asked what we did. We told 
them "We didn't do anything, but we were caught in the vicinity of the 
headmaster's car after some second years threw dirty nappies on it."
	"But..." said the Dad, "We only live next door to the school... 
we saw the kids who did it!" We went in to the spanking room and tried 
to tell the spanking teacher, but he wouldn't listen. From our yelps, 
the guy outside came in and told the teacher.
	The kids who really did it were identified, and after profuse 
apologies from the staff, we were allowed to administer punishment. 
That day, the real perpetrators were called to the stage and we were 
told to do exactly what we wanted to do with them. We had control of 
their punishment for two whole weeks. After some discussion, we decided 
to spank them with a paddle thirty times at the beginning and end of 
every day. We would also spank them by hand fifty times at the 
beginning and end of every break and lunch time. We would let them keep 
Baby Drys on, but we would be in charge of changing and would have 
surprises for all changes. So we took three kids each and paddled them 
hard sixty times to get them started.
	The next day was my favourite for a while. Excused from 
registration, I went to the classroom in which my three punishees were 
in. The teacher gave me all three of them, and I took off their clothes 
personally. Each took off his own nappy, and I cleaned off the dirty 
one with paper towels. Then I put each one over my knee and paddled 
them thirty times. I then put them in a circle and had each spank each 
other. Me and the rest of the class laughed as they gingerly slapped 
and squealed in pain at the same time. Finally, I showed their 
classmates how to change their nappies. The old one had to be cleaned 
with paper towels very roughly. They then had to spank the nappied one 
fifteen times by hand, which I demonstrated twice on the same guy to 
make sure they got it! After that, a new Baby Dry two sizes too small 
had to be put on them.
	Just because I could, I spanked each one ten more times with the 
paddle. Then I left, telling the rest of the class to spank them as 
much as they wanted before putting new nappies on them. I looked 
through the door with a happy mirth as the rest of the class rushed 
them, spanking their butts while laughing. Check mate.

TONY

	They dropped me back off at my own house, and I went inside. I 
told my Mum all about the weekend and all the stuff we did. Finally, I 
asked, "Do you smell anything?"
	"No, nothing. Do you?"
	"No, I don't. I'm just making a point." I smiled, stood up and 
dropped my trousers. Pointing to the indicator stripes, I said, "I've 
been wearing nappies all weekend. This one's been wet and messy since I 
came in, and you can't smell it. So that means, there's no reason I 
shouldn't wear nappies."
	Her face fell, and with vehemence she said, "I've told you 
before, Tony, you're not wearing nappies. I've had enough of changing 
nappies."
	"I don't want you to change them! I want you to buy and then put 
up with them!"
	"NO!" she shouted. She leaped on the nappy and pulled it off 
violently. "GO TO YOUR ROOM!"
	I did, and with a smile, shat myself on the way out. Without a 
nappy, it dropped on the floor. "GET BACK HERE YOUNG MAN!!" I walked 
back in, smiled and started peeing. "What are you doing?"
	"I've shown you that nappies don't smell so you've got no reason 
to stop me wearing them. And if you won't let me have them, there's no 
reason I should run around looking for toilets. Your choice is now 
between buying nappies for me or cleaning up this." I pointed towards 
my butt, which was dropping another shit on the floor as I spoke. 
Livid, she pulled me on her lap, and grabbed for a nearby hairbrush. 
She started spanking, smudging the shit over my reddening butt. Showing 
stubbornness, I continued peeing on her lap, which only spurred her on, 
continuing to spank hard.
	"YOU... ARE... NOT... WEARING... NAPPIES... YOU... WILL... USE... 
THE... TOILET..." she repeated over and over, one syllable a spank 
until she had said it all five times. I just kept screaming, "YES I AM! 
I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF BEING THE FREAK."
	I never let her stop me. I didn't use the toilet at all, and made 
sure to wet myself over her favourite furniture. Eventually, she got 
sick of spanking me for it, and we discussed it. Eventually, she agreed 
to buy Pampers Discretion. I could wear them anywhere except home, but 
I could have them at night. It was a start.