November 12, 2015
A sort of take on the “No Child Left Behind” short story.
“Mum, please do I really to study here?” I asked the same question the umpteenth time as the helicopter moved closer to the island.
“Lucy, we’ve been through this so many times. Enough, you’re going to spend your time here.”
“But,” I protested then turn to dad. “Dad, please, I really don’t deserve this. Please…”
“You do,” My father argued. “Lucy, you’re grades have been atrocious across the past few years, not months. You need to buck up fast if you are to attend a university. This boarding school will help you.”
“That’s enough,” he argued over the whirl of the blades. As if to back up his argument, the pilot radioed that he was landing. Minutes later, the whirling blades came to a halt and the door opened. Immediately, I felt a huge gust of wind and I tried to hold down my long dark brownish hair and dress at the same time, lest I appear dishevelled and flash my self to strangers. We had taken a only few steps forward when a lone female appeared. She was rather tall, around six feet and dress in a tight dark blue skirt, heels, white blouse and blue vest walked towards us.
“Hi, I’m Amanda MacBurns,” she said, shaking our hands. “Welcome to this island and welcome to Verbessern boarding school. You must be Lucy Mehan.” I opened my mouth to reply but my mother quickly replied on my behalf. “Well, I’ll take her in from here. The schooling term is going to start soon.” My parents gave me a quick hug and with a wave, I was left alone. “Well, let’s go young lady,” the woman said, yanking my arm. Dragging my baggage and still trying to stop the wind blow up my dress, I followed her up a steep path and through an electronic gate. In front of mind was a medieval-like caste, with vines crawling up several corners There was even a moat and with one more step, I noticed that I was crossing a draw bridge. “It was look like a castle from the outside, but it’s much more inside,” MacBurns quipped, moving faster with each step. Just as we moved another step, a shorter, younger girl in a school uniform–dark blue blazer, skirt, white blouse and black tie–came forward.
“Lucy, this is Sian Teddington,” MacBurns said. “She’s is a senior girl and will be your main guide for your first year here. Sian will take over from here and get your uniform sorted and and you into the proper dress code.” Without saying goodbye, MacBurns disappeared into a side door. Before I could formally introduce myself, Sian just annouced, “follow me” and moved off, leaving me to scamper quickly after her. After navigating through another few corridors, we reached a room marked, “uniform room.” I was instructed to enter and retrieve a uniform of my size. I easily found a blazer, tie, blouse and flat heels but just couldn’t find a skirt. “There’s no skirt here,” I called.
“That’s right,” Sian said. “Let’s go.”
“But,” I protested, “I need a skirt, I can’t a a full uniform without a skirt.”
“Let’s go,” she repeated. I protested again but just like MacBurns she yanked my arm. I kept on protested outside but she told me to shut up and literally pushed me towards another room. “Nurse’s office.” The sign read. “I’m not sick,” I protested.
“Get in, I’ll hold your luggage.”
“Just bloody get in. We don’t have all day; the session will be starting soon.” Still bewildered about the lack of a school skirt, I did so and found a middle aged lady in nurses’ uniform with the name tag, “Donna.” “Hi, I’m Nurse Donna. Do leave your uniform paack there and take off your dress and lower underwear please.”
“Wha..What?!” I exclaimed upon hearing the last few words.
“Take off that dress dear and your undies. Lower undies,” she repeated.
“Why?” I folded my arms in defence and moved back a bit.
“Dear, just do as I say,” the nurse said, getting up and advancing towards me.
“No, I don’t get this. First there’s no uniform skirt and now I’m in a nurses’ office for no reason. I’m getting out of…” before I knew it, the nurse was next to me and jabbed a needle into my arm. I immediately felt dizzy and collapsed into her arms. You would have expected me to speak or struggle but it seemed like not of my muscles could move and I couldn’t utter a sound. Neither could I hear a thing but my eyesight was still there. Helpless, I watched as the nurse unzipped the polka dot dress I had on, revealing my black bra and knickers. The latter was soon lowered and I would probably have turned red with embarrassment had I not been stunned. I was then lowered on some examination bed and strapped down across my torso. With my verticl position, I didn’t have a direct view but I could see the nurse holding some sort of device–it was an electrice shaver!!! Unable to hear, I just saw it move and she was shaving way my pubic hair!!! Please, please, I pleaded silently, this can’t be happening!!! Let me out of here!!!
The shaving stopped, or so I could see. Next, I saw her extract a tube and spread a huge blob of greyish cream onto her hands. Those moved away from sight but I surmised it was being rubbed against my exposed crotch. Let me out of this!!! Let me out of this!!! Next some weird whitish item appeared in her hands and I saw my legs and bum raised. Before I knew it, that item was secured over my waist. That wasn’t the last of it as something else was slid over the item. Then, she pricked my arm again with another filled syringe and suddenly my senses flooded back.
“What…” I yelled as she removed the strap, then looked down. “You…you placed me in a NAPPY?!!!”
“Please don’t shout here. Sian,” she called. “She’s all yours.” Sian reappeared and before I could protest further, both her and the nurse roughly placed my dress on. “Hey, hey,” I called after Sian as she dragged my bags towards another corridor. “Tell me what’s going on, why the hell was stunned and put in a nappy?” I repeated myself over and over until we entered what looked like a door. There were four beds inside and basic furniture and my bags were dumped on the only empty one.
“Get dressed in your uniform.”
“I want to know why I’m forced into a nappy!” I exclaimed again but only received a hand over my lips in response. “Listen, newbie, you follow instructions and keep your voice down. Clear? Now, get into that uniform before you spend your first day in detention. I’ll briefly explain.”
Seeing no other choice, I nodded and removed my half zipped dress. “All junior girls here are made to wear nappies, all the time and exposed. You don’t get the priviledge of a skirt unless you perform well in your studies and are on your best behaviour. Even after you ‘skirt’ up, you still have to wear a nappy until you graduate.” She lifted up her skirt to reveal a sort of similar nappy.
“Get dressed. And no coloured bra, white or beige only,” she snapped. Blushing as I exposed my boobs again, she continued, “You wear a nappy and it’s locked to you to prevent you from removing it voluntarily.” I looked down and realised it was a plastic pants that covered the nappy, and there was a padlocked on either side. “Only teachers, nurses and designated officials can remove the lock. You only get it removed if you need to poo or need change. All dressed? Let’s go.” I followed her again, dressed in the blouse, tie, blazer, exposed nappy and locking pants.
To Be Continued.
As I moved behind the fast moving girl, I distinctively heard a plastic-ky crinkle. I had former heard such a sound when I visited an elderly home as part of a compulsory community work order. The second I walked through those doors, I heard that sound and saw several grey hair or hairless elderly people walking by at a snails pace, some escorted by staff. I was told that some of them had bladder weakness and needed to wear protection. Protection? I asked back then. Incontinence wear with plastic pants. What? I asked again. Nappies.
Now, I was in the same position as those old folks, wearing, well forced to wear a rather tight nappy secured in place by plastic underwear. “Sian!” I called after that senior girl. “Can you explain why I, we have to be…” My sentence was cut short as that taller senior girl spun around and cupped her hand over my lips. “Listen Mehan, you keep you voice down in this hallway and every part of this building. It’s not your home. You’ll get your answers soon enough if you bother to move.” With that she pushed me foward but trying to walk briskly was quite impossible with the thickness between my legs.
After navigating through corridors and staircases, we finally reached an enormous hall that was filled to the brim with other girls similarly dressed and nappied. The senior dragged me and the after a few more tugs, she pushed me down onto a chair. I tried to get comfortable immediately but I was further surprised as straps were buckled across my waist and ankles–I was secured into the chair! “Hey! What’s this?!” I cried, but the senior had moved away.
“This is hell,” I heard a voice next to me and found a blonde hair girl with dark blue eyes. “Hi, I’m Catherine, Cathy,” She instinctively tried to lift her hand to shake but it was naturally impossible.
“Lucy,” I answered. “This is suppose to be be a boarding school to help our grades not one to treat us like babies!”
“I know I was surprised as well. But the nurse was rather gentle and kind as she taped it on.”
“Gentle?!” I recounted the drugging and forced nappying.
“Oh, did you go through that? I obeyed the nurse and the senior.”
“But this is torture! This is humiliat…” my words were cut off again as some deafening voice called for silence. I turned to see an extremely tall beared man in long suit and tie step onto the stage. “Hello girls and welcome to your school away from all other schools. You girls are hear because all of you have terrible academic grades and terrible behaviour. Well, looking at how you all are dressed now, I don’t think you’ll want to continue the latter any further.” The whole room burst into cries of protest.
“Silence!!! You girls are placed in exposed nappies for good reasons. As I was saying, you don’t deserve the treatment of female clothing if you have been disobedient or rebellious. So at least for the next year, you all will walk, sit, eat, study and sleep with your nappies exposed. Nothing else except the locked undies will cover them. You will urinate in them until they are full or a staff or senior indicates that you should change. We will give you the dignity of defecating in toilets, but only at certain times. They rest of the time, you have to hold or use it. Only if you show a strong improvement in your academic results and attitude will you be allowed to put on a skirt. Now, follow the seniors and staff and collect your necessary school items. Dismissed!!!” With that, Sian and that Ms MacBurns reappeared. The straps were automatically removed and with their orders, we followed them out, the crinkling sounds ever present.
To be continued
I followed the line of nappied students and it snaked into another room adjacent to the hall. Many students were gossiping amongst themselves as they lined up and I wait for a few seconds for someone to tell us to be quiet but nothing happened. So I turned to Cath and we exchange information about each other. I learnt that she has a long history of poor grades and failing subjects. Cath mixed up with the wrong crowd and had ended in juvenile detention twice. I told her the same history of terrible grades and how I skipped school and often came home late despite punishments after punishment. “This still doesn’t warrant being forced into nappies and plastic pants!” I cried.
“Quiet now, Mehan,” I turned to see a senior teacher pass me a bag and a thick folder. I opened the folder to see an extensive timetable with subjects. “What the hell, Physics?!” I saw my most hated subject appear many times on the table.
“Smack!” my cheek was stung with a huge smack by that staff/teacher. “Never say that again in this school, is that clear?” She bellowed in my ear.
“Yes, Miss. Sorry…” Bloody bitch, I thought.
“Stand aside there,” she ordered and I did so, rubbing my face.
“What subjects did you get?” That was Cathy and we compared our timetables. I got Physics, Mathematics, Geography and Art. She was to take Physics, Geography, German and Music. “Well, at least we are in the same classes for two of them,” I commented.
“I detest Music,” she whined softly, “why…”
“What’s this?” I pointed at a time slot marked in red. “Inspection time?”
“Could be when our nappies are checked,” she easily surmised. Checked? Oh my gosh..”Look, ‘poo time’,” Cathy pointed at another read box, “they really want us to shit in the loo only at selected times.” What the hell, I thought. This is a nightmare…
“Follow me you two,” I head Sian order. “Folder under your left arm, bag on your right. And be quiet.” We both did so, and joined a line of students crinkling all the way through another lot of corridors and stairs. Finally, we entered a really brightly lit room. Sian ordered us to hang our blazers on the pegs and sit on different allocated desks. Catherine thankfully was allocated a desk next to me; I didn’t want to lose contact with her so suddenly. With my bag in a slot, I sat down and yikes! A strap came over my waist again. Before I could turn to talk to Cathy, a burly man came in. With a short introduction as Mr. Barnes, he bellowed for us to open one of the textbooks provided. As we droned through shapes and various forces, I started doodled but immediately was called upon by this Barnes. “Any one who doesn’t concentrate again in my class will face detention or even punishment!!” he yelled.
Trying to focus on the boring and difficult topic, I suddenly felt a signal from my bladder. I had my last drink around two hours ago before I had sat foot on this island and school of torture. What was it? Oh lemonade or something. Damn it, in any other circumstance, I would have been able to get an excuse to visit the loo. But now I was locked in a thick adult nappy exposed for all to see. What’s worse, I was strapped to be chair and it didn’t seem like this teacher or any other teacher I would meet would let me pee normally. Damn it, I thought, what time does this silly lesson end? I started to cross and uncross my legs, hoping that it would hold my bladder. Instead it pushed the thick nappy harder agianst my crotch. I couldn’t hold it any further and the pee ame out, striking the nappy’s thickness. At sixteen, I had just peed in a nappy.
To Be Continued.
To say I was embarrassed was an understatement. This wasn’t some monthly period where I would stain my underwear. This was being into something that babies and people with no bladder control use not teenage girls. This was really enforced humiliation, bordering torture!!! Why oh why did my parents send me here? Was I really deserving of this form of punishment?
“…Over.” Was the word that broke my reverie and with a snapping sound, the leather strap holding me to the chair was released. Everyone around me started to pack up but I just sat there, still thinking about my urination. “Lucy, come on, I don’t think they like it if you are late for the next class. Lucy..”
I finally got up and Cathy came closer. “Did you…”
“Yeah I did. This is torture,” I whined.
“I know Lucy, but I can’t see any way out of it. Come on, pack up.” I did so and followed her out. As I did so, I didn’t really feel that much of a wetness around my vulva. Perhaps these darn thick nappies or what Americans call diapers absorb the pee well. Absorb the..I shouldn’t have peed in them in the first place!!!I shouldn’t be here!!!
My thoughts were interrupted once again as we were guided to some sort of canteen area. Sian and the other seniors ordered us to sit down and stop talking. As I did so, I realised that all the chairs and benches so far were plastic-coated or wrapped. What for since were already had plastic pants locked around us? “Whoosh!” Something was passed down towards me. I examined it–it was a wrapped up sandwich and some sort of drink. “Eat and drink up,” I heard one of the seniors call. I peeled the sandwich open and took a bit–yuck. It was some ultra-processed substance–I couldn’t tell if it was tuna or a farm animal. I tossed it aside and tried the drink. Yucks, Rhubarb or some sort of sour fruit. “Finish it all!” Sian’s voice demanded and I did my best to, nearly vomiting the detestable snack. Just as I got up and followed the line of girl’s I immediately fell my bladder signal again. This time, I just couldn’t hold it and once more I peed into the damn nappy again.
To Be Continued.
Darn it, I can’t believe I urinated again into something I detest!!! This is the worst nightmare I’ve ever been through!!! “Lucy, come on, they definitely won’t want us to be late!!!” I still stood there thinking of my humiliation so much that Cathy had drag me part of the way to the next class. Again, I didn’t feel the dampness against my pussy but the humiliation of peeing in one overrode that thought. The next class was a physics practical lesson which allowed us to briefly cover our exposed nappies but the lesson was incredibly hard to understand, especially the shifting of weights. I finally heaved a sigh of relief when it was over but it mean that the coats had to be removed.
The next class for me was Mathematics while Cathy went for her German class. I hate equations, calculus, and all that stuff that relates to anything numbers. As I sat trying to even write something credible on the sheets, I again felt my bladder signal and I squeezed and crossed my legs. That definitely didn’t help and as the teacher droned on, I peed, this time a huge amongst hitting against padded stuff around my crotch. “Mehan, what’s the answer for question 7?”
“Uh….” I stared down at my sheet.
“That’s certainly not an answer. Extended tutorial, this afternoon!!!”
Extended what? “But..”
“No arguments!” I mumbled something as I continued to not fill in anything on the sheet and instead peek glances at the nappy. The previous few pees didn’t change the shape of it but now it was slightly bloated. And wait, that yellow strip in the middle of it wasn’t yellow anymore. What the heck did that mean? Thankfully, the class ended but the teacher stuck a note onto my folder, indicating that I needed to attend extra an “extra session”. As I got up, the senior Sian yanked my arm. “This way,” she said and soon enough, I found myself in a toilet with no doors with other girls sitting in other stalls. With a warning to stand still, she reached over and unlocked the plastic pants. Yes, I thought, finally. The used or sort of used nappy was undone and I was told I had a few minutes to “shit”. “This is one of the scheduled stops, try and do it because you wont be allowed to for a long while.”
I sat there semi-naked and tried to but only a trickle of urine, not poo came out but it was such a relief to have the pants and dreaded nappy off. Before I could sit there any further, the senior returned. She didn’t have anything in her hand and I queried that. “Get up, we’re going to the nurse.”
“To get you changed silly.”
“But, I’ve be walking naked?”
“Clean your self up,” I did so and as I got up, she checked the bowl. “You didn’t poo?”
“I…I couldn’t,” I was embarrassed; after all who would have asked that at my age?
“Well, if that’s your case. I told you you won’t get another chance.”
“Why can’t you put me in the same nappy again?” Sian gave we an ‘incredulous’ look and pushed me out. I’ve never walked semi-naked before, well not outside my house, so even as there weren’t anyone else in the corridor, it was really humiliating. Soon enough, I was back in the nurse’s office. “Well hello again,” the nurse Donna greeted. “Lie down on the bed please.”
“Are…are you going to…”
“Strap you down? Not unless you misbehave young lady, now do as I say.” Not wanting a repeat of the previous forced changing, I slowly laid myself down. She had some examination light shown on my exposed crotch and then–zing! “Oooh! Ooaa! What was that?”
“A cleaning wipe. Could you please stay still,” she ordered with a firm voice and used one hand to hold me down as the ultra cold wipe was pressed against my crotch, my anus bum and even my thighs. “Phew,” I exclaimed as she stopped but before I knew it, she aggressively rub some gell against my crotch. “What the F…”
“Mind you language dear or you’ll face detention.”
“Can you pipe down please. It’s cream to prevent rashes or infections.”
“You’ve put hundreds or stuff down there. Just get the bloody stupid napp…mmmmpph!!” She stuck a piece of tape across my mouth. I immediately reached out but the same straps came again and held me down. “I did say to watch your language young lady. I’ll be reporting you. Now…” she lifted my bum then slide a new nappy under, taping it tight as before. Still strapped, she roughly pulled up a new locking pants and secured it.
“Sian,” she called the senior in. “This girl has used crude and nearly foul language. Best to keep her mouth shut till she needs to speak.”
To Be Continued.