The Isle of discipline Part 1

“Ladies and Gentlemen, we have landed on the Isle of Rein. Please stay still while plane comes to a full complete stop.” As in the case with many flights, passengers ignored that request and began unbuckling their seatbelts and reaching for their carry-on luggage. I would have join them, had my hands not been locked behind my back in handcuffs and my ankles secured with leg . Another hindrance was the burly man sitting next to me, Max. Ok, I have to explain my current state. It started off a week ago when I was called into the inner sanctum of my big boss. He laid it down directly to me: he was pretty displeased with my performance after 3 months on the job. “I’ll out it straight to you. You may have excellent academic results, but so far you suck at all practical work. There are hundred of other applicants I would like to give this job too….” I waited for the inevitable words “you’re fired.”

“But…I will give a condition. If you agree to take the next six weeks off, unpaid, and head to a location that I set up for failing or poor performing employees. you may hang on to your job.”

“Head to a location?” I asked.

“The information in here,” he handed me an envelope. “Pack lightly. I’ll be receiving updates on your progress.”

Well, the information stated that I would be “arrested” and transported by some fake police officer to some Island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. It also contained a contract simply stating that I was to obey any and everyone whom I came in contact with, no questions asked whatsoever. So despite the growing heat, all I did was stay still, the binding torturing my hands and arms. It was probably like forty sweltering minutes later that my seatbelt was unbuckled and I was helped or rather dragged out my seat. Walking quite painfully in the fetters, my small luggage was retreieved by the “policeman” Max and then I was directed towards a darkened vehicle with no markings. Once inside, the strapped me down to a wooden surface and a black hood was wrapped around my head. That, plus the rattling of the vehicle, provided a good level of discomfort but I was strictly ordered not to utter a word.

I guessed it was about thirty minutes later when I was guided out of the van into a much cooler environment. Still in the chains and hood, I was told to stand and then heard Max’s footsteps retreat and another set footsteps approach. “Stay still,” a new voice said. “I’m going to remove your chains. No talking, not if you understand?” I nodded, really wanting the cuffs to be off and gosh it was nice when it was then did come off. That, however, was only a moment of comfort as he told me to place my hands above my head. I next felt the hood partial removed then the sharp order “open your mouth.”

I had only just opened it when something tube-like was shoved into my quite dry mouth and I felt straps tight around my cheeks–I was being gagged with some kinky gag! the hood came back down, his hands placing my hands to be side. “Now,” he softened his voice. “Take off all your clothes.”

“Mmmmp,” I muttered a slight disbelief through the gag.

“Don’t hesitate, do as you are told.” Turning quite red ( I knew it despite being blinded), I reached up to my blouse and began unbuttoning it. As it was removed, I felt a rush of heat around me, despite the cool air conditioning. With my bra exposed, my skirt was next and soon my lingerie was exposed. I stopped for a few seconds but the “hurry up” pushed me to undo my bra and finally with my knickers lowered, I was exposed for whoever was it behind me.

“Ok,” the voice continued, and I felt a hand reach out to my bare skin. I was moved across the room until my legs struck a table, or at least I thought it was just a table. The person lifted me so I was liad onto the rather cold metallic surface, then ow! I felt straps around my wrists and ankles, securing me to the table. Was this going to be torture? A whirling sound came, increasing the probability of that. Instead, with the words, “don’t shift” I felt a tingling against my exposed crotch–he was shaving my pubic hair!!! Despite his warning, I cried through my gag as the shaving lasted. Even as the blades stopped, I whimpered, humiliated that the hair was gone. Next, something cooling turned burning was rubbed against the bare skin. But my wailing was ignored with the person’s hands even rubbing it against my anus. After an unknown time, I thought that was it but no, my torso was lifted up and something cotton and plastic like was slide underneath. The sound of velcro tapes was heard and then…Oh My Gosh! a nappy was being taped on me!

My bindings were removed and I was helped out. Shifting slowly, I found the nappy’s thickness really hindering my movement. But before I could test walking around with it, he told me to lift up my legs, one at a time. Something plastic-like, a shorts or something was brought against the nappy. Then, a metallic click was heard. That wasn’t it as some cotton clothing was draped over me. Finally, my hands were brought together again behind and were bound together with what I suspected were plastic handcuffs. It was only then my hood was removed and I saw the face of the person conducting all this.

To be continued

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Diapers as Rehab

Diapers as Rehab

By Claire Harrison

For 18 year-old Leanne Perkins, stepping out of a non-decript centre marked the most important change in her life. All it meant was carrying a black bulky bag and wearing something unusual underneath her clothes. In stead of normal girl”s knickers, Leanne had a Tena Slip Maxi Adult Diaper taped in place. it was secured further with locking knickers to prevent her from touching or removing them. The bulky bag contained her supply of Tena diapers for the duration of her rehab.

Yes this is “rehab” not a cold room, coummunity service or juvenile delinquent centre but simply know as “Nappy Rehab Centre”. Founded by a group of new pyschologists, its aim is to nurture lost and rebellious youngsters back by removing thier most common need–that of using the loo. Girls (most girls since the crime statistics show it is the female sex) bring their whole lower underwear collection to the centre. They declare that’s all they knickers they have and their supply is locked away. In exchange, they are made to wear adult diapers.

“We stock the common Brand Tena Slip or even Cuddlzs though the former is more in supply,” remarked Dr. Wilson Gough, the head or f the centre. “Basically, we assist the girls first, shaving their vulva and cleaning it before taping on. The catch is, they have to have it on 24/7, for the duration of their contract which can vary from a week to a year or more. Thus, they are further secured with  locking panties which only their parents or guardians will the sets of keys to unlock them and change them when needed. The girl [or boy in rare cases] is thus trapped to using the nappy for both urination and defecation. If the punishment is light, we will instruct the parent ot let the child use it only to pee.”

“Patients” are further injected with various serums that cause thme to be incontinent–only urinary. This further creeates a deterrent and makes the girls conscious of what’s going  on between their legs. “It does sound terrible but that’s the price of their punishment,” remarks Dr. Liang, the centre’s deputy. “With the girl constantly needing to have her nappy changed, she tus can’t venture out as normal without having to return home to get a fresh change. This actually bonds child and parent/guardian together and ensures discipline.”

How successful is it? Since the inception of the plan two year ago, female gangs, girls taking  drugs and school drops outs  have remarkably decreases so muchthat the police need to assign less patrols. many parents who were involved in it with their child praised it, although some  still are apprehensive about it with one or two refusing  to send their girl for such rehab.

Two weeks into her six month rehab, I meet up with Leanne who was a fromer gang member who assaulted young children, took a range of drugs and got arrested several times. Today, she has finished her preperation course in secretarial work, hoping to get a short jbo experience before going  back to re-do her A-Levels. She’s dressed in a purple spaghatti top with bra black straps and a short mini skirt. Her gang tatoos are clearly visible on her back and her wrists show the marks of multiple handcuffing.

“It was like being an alien once diapered,” she began, pulling down her top to cover the edge of her diaper sticking out of her skirt. “The first time I peed into it was like being  re-born again as a child. Thne slowly as the incontinence drug set in, i broke down and started to cry. It was worse whne my dad changed me. Mom left us and I’ve never had dad touch me like that is all my life,” she stammered the last few bits as I handed her a tissue.

“Then came shitting in it. Oh gosh, I was out shopping and it just haad to go. There were families with young  kids around and I thought the whole worldwas laughing at me. Dad was workng late that day so i had to return home and sit in my soggy and shit-filled diaper,” she continued.

“But after a week, I felt it was needed. I use to smoke and take drugs a lot. Now with diapers secured to me,  i find is as a weird form or substitute and therapy. Oops, I’m peeing now,” She stopped to lift up her skirt to show the Tena Slip swelling and the yellow indicator fading.

At the halfway point,  both parent and child have to return to the centre were their progress will be discussed. if complications arose, the girl would still  be locked in her nappy, filling it with urine and feces for the remainder of the time. If she has progressed, she may be freed from the locking device, allowed to change her own diaper and use it only for peeing.

“It really works,” Dr. Gough says to me as I leave Leanne. “Why not give it a try yourself? Say for a month or so?”

The next day, I drag my whole case of coloured knickers over to the the centre. I am strapped down to a medical table and endured five minutes of coarse shaving and a blast of icy-cold feeling from some gel, my vulva is free from any hair. A Tena Slip Maxi diaper is taped on. My blood is sampled and after a while, Gough returns and jabs my arm with a huge IV tube. Fifteen minutes later, I feel a little nauseous but clearly am super incontinent as I flood the nappy, which is secured with the dread locking knickers.

I return home and begin my time of  “rehab”.

School girl’s punishment

This is a fictional story. Any reference to any real world events is purely coincidental. I have no qualms with the institutions in real life.

The principals of SBGS, MYGH and THIJ were summoned to the Department of Teaching one scorching afternoon.

“Ladies”, he began, “all your girls have faired terribly in terms of behaviour during and outside school hours. This must stop. I know you have light and simple punishment practices. This must change. I am giving you three a week to implement tough punishment practices and I want to see the them personally. If not, you will find yourself and each of your institutions literally gone. Remember, there’s no more Rights of the Child or Human Rights so you are free to perform anything you like. now get moving”.

Stunned by the demand, the three ladies retreated and each mulled over exactly how to meet the dateline. The week was over and the administrator first visited SBGS. “So, what is your plan?” he enquired. In response, the principal guided him to a room that had the strong odour of baby power. There, a student was strapped to an operating table and gagged with several strips of duct tape. In the place of her light blue sleeveless uniform was a translucent top that reached only to her waist. The student’s vulva was exposed and he watched as it was shaved with a blunt razor. After many muffled cries and impeded struggling, a thick disposable diaper lying under the girl was taped securely over her private part. She was slowly released but not before she was forced into some plastic underwear. “Sir, these are locking panties to prevent the student from removing the diaper. She will be kept in them as long as we determine and have to urinate in them. If need be, she too will defecate in them until the diaper is fully used. Only then will we changed it. The student is to wear only that shirt and the diaper for the whole day and that will be her standard uniform for as many days as we determine necessary. After school, she will not return home until we are satisfied and even then her parents must affirm that she is still kept in diapers when at home.”

“Very well”, the administrator said, taking down notes. He then moved to MYGH and was brought to the flagpole. There a female student was clad only in panties with her arms crossed around her breasts to cover them. The girl wasn’t gagged but as he watched, student walking past nearby picked up a something and threw it at her. Soon, the girl was covered with thick slim and grit. “Previously, girls were only told to remove bras and stay bra-less for the day. Now, they are forced to strip to their panties and chained at the legs to the flagpole. Students will inevitably pass by this area and each student must pick up the sponge filled with mud and other dirty liquids to throw at the punished girl. How long the girl stays there is up to us and the process may be repeated the following few days.”

“Alright,” he remarked and finally moved to THIJ. There he found a student strapped faced down with her naked buttocks exposed and her knees barely touching the ground. The whole auditorium was packed as the discipline master ran forward with a swish-crack as the extremely thin cane struck her skin and the girl yelled out “one”. “This is the first time female students are allowed to be caned. The minimum is ten strokes, skin is washes so that the scars are embedded but the pain will remain for a few hours. Afterwards the girl is forced to stand semi naked with her scarred butt for all to see”.

“Hmm”, the administrator thought. He then ordered all three principals back to his office. “You,” he bgan with the SBGS head, “You idea is ingenious and embarrassing to the girl. But it fails to fully humiliate the girl as she can choose to still control her own bladder and bowels”. “You,” he jabbed at the MYGH head, “You idea really humiliates the student, but she is only partially restrained.” “And you”, the said to the final head, “You may cause physical and psychological pain but unlike the previous two, you don’t really humiliate the student.”

“Nevertheless ladies, you have succeeded. For the future, all three of you must combine your methods. That means diaper the student; get others to throw mud at them and cane them hard. This way, girls will behave”.