Improving studies: Nappies for schoolgirls

Dear Parents and Girls of Solihall High,

As you might know, there was an unusual policy implemented by our “special relationship” cousins across the Atlantic. They ruled that wearing nappies would help a student concentrate more and prevent any cheating/plagiarism during examinations.

The senior management board has evaluated this policy and discussed it with the PTA and the wider community and have agreed to adopt a similar policy. Hence forth, it is mandatory for all students to wear a nappy to school. We will not allow girls to use the toilet for urination and only for defecation. If a girl needs to use the toilet, she will be inspected by a duty staff member or prefect.

In implementing this policy, all girls must wear nappies during school hours and school-related activities. Prefects and staff members will inspect all girls upon arrival at the school and random checks will be made across the day. Only proper tape on nappies are allowed; no pull ups or pads or washable knickers. If a girl fails to comply with this policy, she will receive demerit points, detention or possible expulsion from the school.

We will be lenient and let parents choose any kind of nappies for their daughter to wear. As our school covers Year Seven (12/13) to Sixth Form girls, the nappy brand may differ but once again they must be tape on nappies. We recommend products from Abena, Attends or Tena or even Molicare. The school will set aside a small financial fund for parents to buy such nappies.

Changing at school: Will be performed by the school nurse and only the school nurse. In some circumstances, male and female teachers might change the girls during school hours.

If you have read the case in the US, you may have heard girls are just in nappies during examination times. We alter the policy and have a room for all girls to change out of their uniform. They will wear only their nappies and a translucent gown provided. During examinations, no child is allowed to leave the room at all so we suggest girls have a light breakfast to prevent defecation during the examination time period.

With this policy, we hope that your girl will have an even more enriching experience with our school.

I attached the new school uniform criteria below.

Yours Sincerely,

P. Seager


School Uniform:

Blazer with School crest

Jumper with School crest (during winter months)

Tie with school logo

White Blouse

White or Beige normal bra. No coloured bras are allowed. Non-lacy and non-silk.

Blue skirt no less than three inches above knees

Adult/Youth tape-on Nappies (No exceptions! No knickers over nappies, no pullups/goodnites allowed)

Dark Blue Tights (40 Denier during spring to early autumn, 70 Denier during cold/winter months), girls may wear stockings and garter belts, but same ruling applies

Flat-heeled school shoes

Sports uniform:

School issued shirt/tank top

White coloured or beige coloured coloured sports bra (T or Y-backed only)

Sports skirt/shorts

Adult/Youth pullups (No exceptions! Students will be change back to their nappies after sports.)

Socks (school issued)


For swimming: School will issue all girls with a one piece swimsuit with an in built nappy in it. Please approach swimming teacher for more details.

Leotard with pullup (for gym lessons, again nappy to be put back on after lesson)


Dear Principal Seager,

I have read, with much surprise, your letter regarding the new dress code for my daughter. She has just turned 13 and donned her first bra, thus is entering womanhood. The prospect of her wearing nappies again is naturally quite frightening.  I have read the news about the usage of nappies in American schools but I’m still not convinced about the usage in her school. Yes my girl’s grades aren’t exactly top but are you sure that putting her in nappies will assist in her performance?

Mrs. T. Bebbington


A Year Eight student chats with a boy on an Instant Messaging (IM):

 kathykat has logged in.


 sammystriker has logged in


sammystriker (10:00pm): Hi Kathy


kathykat is typing…


kathykat (10:01): Hi Sam.


sammstriker: How’s it going. What are you up to this Sunday evening?


kathykat is typing…


kathykat (10:02): The usual, finishing up homework for school. But more surfing the net.


sammstriker: Oh yeah, you go to that school, Solihall?


kathykat: Uh yeah…


sammstriker: Is it…that school where you wear nappies to school?


kathykat: :~ oh you heard….


sammstriker: Everyone’s been chatting about it Kathy. You actually have to wear them? New school rules???


kathykat: Ouch…yeah it’s some silly idea but it’s compulsory. Apparently the P got the idea from some Yank school across the pond.


sammstriker: Oh so cool!


kathykat: It’s not cool! It sucks! Such a weird policy!


sammstriker: Sawr…ry. I feel for yah. It does sound crazy.


kathykat: Yeah, well there’s no way out of it, especially during test and exams. You have to wear it and that’s all But I try my best to ignore it.


sammstriker (10:06): Oh…only a nappy?!!


kathykat: Yes. Don’t start dreaming about it pls.


sammstriker (10:08): Nah…promise. And you have to wear it all day at sch?


kathykat: Yeah. The check you in the morning  and do random checks through the day.


sammstriker: Yikes! what happens if you are caught not wearing one?


kathykat is typing…


kathykat: You get put back in on and not allowed to wear your skirt or tights for the rest of the day. Demerit points and/or detention…


sammstriker: Ouch, and I thought my school rules were harsh…


kathykat: You have a boring yet sane school. Lucky boy.


sammstriker: Sorry that you have to suffer. Do you really have to er use them?


kathykat: Yeah for pee. We can still do number 2 in the toilet but the teachers check.


sammstriker: Yikes! What happens if you pee in them?


kathykat (10:12): Uh…


sammstriker: Ok prodding too much.


kathykat: Well them you are forbidden from using the loo in school. You have to poo…


kathykat is typing…


kathykat: hold on BRB in a few minutes?


sammstriker: K


kathykat is typing…


sammstriker: Back?


kathykat (10:30): Yeah sorry mum called. She wanted to show me the creams and other supplies she bought.


sammstriker: Oh…wha…ok you need those for changing. You said something about poo?


kathykat: Uh yeah if you use the toilet to pee, then you have to poo in your nappy before you can use the toilet for poo again…


sammstriker: Gross. They are really fixed on this idea…


kathykat: Yeah….weirdos…if you want I’ll send you the file…


kathykat is sending School_policy_nappies.pdf


File received


sammstriker: Hmmm….wow that’s a lot of rules!


kathykat: Yeah :(:(  Tis the life of of a gal in Solihall…


sammstriker (10:36): Heh. Do you think you can stand it? It’s through out the whole year right?

kathykat: Till you finish your GCSEs or As…Hold on again…changing to nightie…


kathykat (10:41): back.


sammstriker: You must look cute.


kathykat: Sam!


sammstriker: *Holds up hands in surrender* It’s a compliment Kathy!


kathykat: Oh…ok. You do treasure normal clothing especially during weekends.I Especially wearing knickers….


sammstriker: I can’t believe the whole community approved of this..


kathykat: Me neither. Supposedly its going to be debated in government or what not….I don’t get politics though or those in power. I’m just  a normal teen…


sammstriker: *pats you on the back*


kathykat (10:49): Thanks.


sammstriker: But really, do ya feel you study better with a nappy on?


kathykat: I dunno. Peeing in your nappy felt like wetting yourself at first. Then you figure you aren’t going to the toilet in school so often. Then you can only look down at your books.


kathykat is typing…


kathykat is typing…


kathykat (10:57): It’s getting late. Got to check up that I finished everything or I get even more punishment from teachers.


sammstriker: :( Stay safe little one.


kathykat: Little nappied gal :(:(


sammstriker: Well try hard and maybe they will stop it. Do you take the usual school bus?


kathykat (10:58): It’s a new one. But it will soon return to the usual route.


sammstriker: Great. Then I get to meet you in the mornings.


kathykat: Ah! Then you’ll see me in such an embarrassing state!


sammstriker: Well you are clothed.


kathykat (10:59): Oh. Ok. We can meet up soon. Got to go…


sammstriker: Okie. Good luck.


kathykat: Thanks Sam. You too. Bye.


sammstriker: Bye.


kathykat has logged out.


sammstriker has logged out.



How to improve a girl’s studies: Nappy them!


Local school adopts a controversial move to improve grades


By: Anne Cheatle


Part 1:


I walk through the school gates in the earl morning. Like so many schools, girls in their school uniforms enter through the gates. Unlike other female schools, here girls form several long lines with several teachers at the front. Each girl has their skirt lifted up, their tights lowered and their crotch and buttocks touched. Some girls are channelled off to a different line while the majority head straight for their classes…


Welcome to Solihall Girl’s School. where it is now mandatory for all students from 12 to 17/18 (or Year Seven to Sixth Form) to wear not knickers or pants underneath, but nappies. Yes, nappies, like any toddler, bedwetter or incontinent person would need. “The idea came from Sunny Vail School in the US,” explained Principal Seager. “I read news articles and reports on how the school ask students to come in absorbent underwear, especially during remedial lessons. Then the policy switch towards the students wearing nothing but diapers or nappies during exams to reduce toilet breaks and prevent them from writing information on their clothes or limbs. Soon the policy spread to cover all lessons and amazingly, student’s grades improve dramatically. I further read independent reports that ascertained the effect of students wearing nappies. So I decided to implement it in this school.”


“Just like that?” I asked.


“Solihall has had a recent history of poor grade performance and girls turning towards crime and other despicable activities. Simultaneously, we have a group of student’s struggling to concentrate in order to get good GSSCE and A level grades. So I held a board meeting and a PTA meeting and a meeting with the town council. A majority vote decided in favour.”


“So exactly what happens?”


“Well as you can see in the morning, the girls have to form a queue to get inspected by teachers. Those caught not wearing a tape of nappy–it must be tape on and not a pull up–or not wearing at all will be sent to be put into one by our discipline master, Mr. Goddard. Through the whole school day, that means until a student leaves the school grounds, she must wear a tape on nappy. There will be random unannounced check through the school day to ensure girls are still wearing their nappies. Yes, instead of asking to go to the toilet, girls are expect to use their nappies.”


I ask if it is for both. “No, we aren’t that cruel; we say the nappy is for urinating only, which after all, is the main reason why students ask to go to the toilet. For number 2, they can use the the toilet for it but only for that only. If they are caught urinating in the toilet, even a small bit, they will be forbidden to use the toilet and only allowed to if they crap in their nappy once.”


It sounds terribly strict but it works. Principal Seager shows me a record of the student’s performance ever since the scheme, as it is known, was announced. Many students have rapidly improved in their grades.  Students have improved in all subject areas, far better than predicted. “Half a class will be taking their GCSEs  a year early,” he remarked.  I then prod him on that and other parts of the scheme.


“Ah yes GCSEs. Well, the nappy wearing will definitely happen for students taking examinations. The Sunny Vail plan for their students was rather harsh–all students had to take off their clothes and wear only a stand issue nappy. We’ve modified it that our girls wear a nappy with issued adhesive bras instead of their normal bras. A gown that is warm in enough will be draped over them and they may request thigh high stockings if they feel cold. That’s all we ask for student’s taking exams. Oh, during exams, no girl is allowed to to go to the toilet at all. We recommend that they clear themselves before the start of the exam. Of course, with a nappy on, they can crap in it, but that would be unpleasant.”


The principal leaves and I head towards a group of teachers to gather their views on the scheme. This will be in Part 2 of the report.


I exited the shower with my towel wrapped around me as usual. Just as was about to reach into my drawer, I heard an “ahem” behind me.


“Catherine, you’re suppose to wear this,” my mother said, pointing at the package on the grounds. Rats, I forget I was registered at Solihall, the new school with the nappy policy. Basically, students had to wear nappies instead of regular underwear to school. Toilet breaks for urination would not be allowed and only toilets for number 2, where teachers would have to verify that the student was doing that. It was an extremely unusual and really controversial method of ensuring student’s would stay in the classroom, not play truant, and even be more disciplined. I wasn’t at all sure whether wearing baby-like absorbent underwear would improve my studies or me at as a person at all but my parents were all on board with this.


“Oh,” I replied, turning to face the package. “I…I’m still not so sure how to put them on…”


“Well lie down let me put it on for you.”


Put it on? “But, mum…”


“No buts Cathy. Hurry or you’ll be late for your first day of school.” Given a silent groan, I did so, not before noticing that there was some kind of mat on top of my duvet. “It’s to prevent and liquid staining your bed,” mum said, as I saw her snapping on gloves. She lifted my towel to expose my crotch area and then I felt a pretty cool jelly-like substance being rubbed down there.


“OW! Mummy, what was that for?”


“It’s a special cream, dear I don’t want you to get rash down there.” I won’t get rash if the school didn’t require us to wear this “thing” I thought. Thankfully, the cooling feeling didn’t last long. I was told to roll over then I heard the dreaded crinkly sound. The feeling against my smooth skin was just, well really damn weird. Before I knew it, snap, snap, snap, snap, mum taped the youth-sized nappy securely against my waist.

“It’s a bit tight,” I complained but wordlessly, mum drew me up and adjusted the “item”. “It has to be really secure darling, if not when you pee, you’ll leak.” I don’t want to think about that I thought. Walking around in it, I heard the dreaded crinkling sound that I haven’t heard since I visited my younger baby cousins a while back. Ugh! I dressed but immediately found that my nylon tights couldn’t fit over the nappy.

“You should use your thigh highs, dear,” mum said, pointing at the un-opened package. I bought it once but never of using them. Well, I hope they don’t fall down my legs suddenly. Straightening my blouse and blazer, I walked with the crinkling sound out.

How to improve a girl’s studies: Nappy them!

Local school adopts a controversial move to improve grades

By: Anne Cheatle

Part 2:

I move over to the group of teachers who are checking the girls as they enter. One by one, each girl is stopped. Her school skirt is lifted and her tights are lowered. If teachers are satisfied students can enter directly into the school. If not, some students are directed to another lane. I encounter Mr. Wingfield, the chief teacher in-charge and headmaster.

“At first, lots of girls would arrive not wearing the nappies or wearing just pull ups or pads,” he explains. “Now, it’s down to a smaller minority and the usual suspects.”

“What happens if they aren’t wearing…the nappies?” I ask, struggling to believe the sight.

He guides me over to the other lane and I see a small room with only a table inside. Looking closer, the table in akin to that of a doctor’s medical examination table. Each girl caught wearing the wrong incontinence wear or even just knickers I made to lie down on the table. She is strapped down to the table and her lower clothes are removed. Another teacher would clean her crotch, then slide a diaper underneath and tape on on her.

“Each offender is booked and monitored. Repeating offenders will get this,” the headmaster held up a plastic pants with a chain. “These are locking panties or knickers. If a girl fails to wear proper tape on nappies, she’ll be locked in her nappy for a the whole day. Neither her parents nor her will be able to remove the nappy until it is filled with pee or poo. That is extreme and only a rare number of students were treated so.”

I check with him if they are meant to use the name for both functions and he said only for pee. If they have to poo, they have to get permission and a duty teacher checks if they really use the toilet for number two. Offenders are dealt with if they break the rules. If girls need to change during school hours, we hare more duty nurses to help change them. Under no circumstance will a girl be allowed to change themselves at school.” He then mumbles an excuse and moves off.

I meet an set of teachers and ask them their thoughts on the policy. One a science teacher said “It really works. Previously, my students would either chat loudly, make necessary remarks or ask to head to the toilet many times. I had lots of cases of bullying and teasing. Now, with the whole class in nappies, they pay attention.” Several other teachers add\ in their agreement. Even the physical education teacher says the girls are better behaved and she doesn’t see much hindrance from nappies and their sports performance. Only one teacher, a geography teacher, didn’t exactly see the need to have the girl’s in nappies. Still, she wasn’t exactly a full objector to the policy.

It’s recess time and I meet up with of the students. After glancing around, they open up. “It’s terrible but it’s school rules,” one a year nine student named Nichola Sterns remarked, crossing her legs tightly. “It sucks big time,” another of her classmates Jemimah Sternwood complains. “It’s like wearing a big pillow between your legs all day.” Jemimah continues to complain, saying that she doesn’t want her boyfriend from another school to know. “But this school has hit the news, so everyone knows..” she wailed.

Another student, Lauren Hanks, says the nappies actually helped her. “Before, I would often run to the loo and miss important teachings or advice,” she says. “Now with a nappy on, I can pee and sit and listen at the same time.” Another student, Sian Coghlan chimed in saying that after a while, the nappy feels like normal underwear. “It’s actually still just something you put on everyday.” Several others agree and disagree over it.

I tour the classes and spot some students taking their semester exams. Instead of their school uniforms, they are in just nappies and a translucent gown over them. “It’s to ensure the girls don’t cheat in their exams or tests,” another teacher explains. “Previously, many girls hide answers or notes in their accessories or even bras. So during tests, girls are made to take off their uniforms and bras and don a gown to cover their breasts. We thus ensure they they have absolutely no chance of cheating.”

A few hours later, I meet up with some parents. Sue Fuller, a leading member of the PTA has a cup of tea with me over the subject. “It was a bit ridiculous at first,” she said. “My daughter was happy to be a teenager but now she has to wear nappies in order to study. But having looked at my daughter’s report cards, I can see the difference.” Another parent, James Stone said it was really weird since his young one was just completing toilet training while his daughter had to go back in nappies. “But that’s the rules I guess. We have to live with it.”

In part 3 of the report, we get the wider views of the community.


This debate is British Parliamentary Style and based on the UK Parliament. Google around to get an idea.

Disclaimer: This does not represent the current or past British Parliaments, nor does it represent any Minister, Secretary of State, or British Political Party.

Mr Speaker: Order. Urgent Question from the Shadow Secretary of State for Education.

Shadow Secretary of State for Education (Mr. Ramsay): To ask the  Shadow Secretary of State for Education the government’s perspective on girls at Solihall Girl’s School being made to wear nappies.

Minister for Schools (Mr. Oliver): Mr. Speaker, allow me to reply. I thank the right honourable gentleman for the question. Yes, the ministry is aware that Solihall Girl’s School has conducted a policy where by all its students have to wear youth or adult nappies to school. This policy has been adopted by Sunny Vail School District in the US state of Tennessee. Mr. Speaker, the whole House must understand that Solihall is a private school and is not directly subjected to government educational policies. We nevertheless conducted a review into this method of making girls more attentive in class. Give the time constraints of this debate, Mr. Speaker, I naturally cannot read out the full report conducted by my staff. I will endeavour to make copies available. However, I shall try to summarise the report.

Mr. Speaker, Solihall Girl’s School implemented this policy as it has been low down the Educational League Table for many years. It’s principal and main committee decided on this due to the main factor for poor performance being attentiveness in class. After reading the case study of Sunny Vail School District, the Principal chaired a meeting and gain almost full consent from staff and the Parent’s Teaching Association, the PTA, to implement this policy. Mr Speaker, this policy has been on going at Solihall for around four months. Mr. Speaker, my staff have independently studied the school’s performance and noted a tremendous improvement in the grades of all Years. Mr. Speaker, it is almost certain this policy, however unusual, has had a positive impact on the school and its students. We interviewed several staff, students and parents and the feedback was mixed. Mr. Speaker, the review found that only a small handful of parents opposed this move and wrote to us to attempt to stop it. As stated, Soilhall Girl’s is an independent school and the government has no direct control over it. The rest interviewed have accepted the policy and provided positive reviews regarding it. Mr. Speaker, I again say that the full report will be available for all MPs to read.

Mr. Ramsay: I thank the Minister for that reply, however short. We in the opposition understand the private status of Solihall. Nevertheless, we do have questions that the Minister must answer. Firstly, the enforced nappying of girls. What assurances can the Minister give that the girls are made to wear the nappies to improve their studies and not for other reasons? Second, what safety measures are in place to ensure that the girls are not assaulted or abused when they are changed in school? Third, wearing a nappy, in school and outside takes much confidence. What support have the Education Ministry given to families and the wider community? Fourth, Solihall may be a private school. Is the Ministry confident this unusual or rather controversial policy will not be directly promoted to other schools by the government? Fifth, nappies are not cheap compared to knickers. What financial support has the minister given to families, especially poor ones?

Minister for Education Oliver: Mr. Speaker, I thank the Shadow Secretary for his understanding of the matter. I will try to answer his questions as best as I can. As noted, this again is a private school policy. Our review note that there was no act of abuse by teachers or parents when the girls have to wear nappies at school. During school hours, if they need to be changed, I understand they go to any school nurse who will change them. Since the implementation of this scheme, no abuse has occurred. There are set rules as to how to wear the nappy but this again is created by the school itself. The Shadow Minister asks about support. The school’s policy has been supported by the local council or community. We have some calls and letters by parents about support and have helped the council by sending in experts to help the girls to adjust to his policy. On financial support. Solihall itself has made a certain brand of youth nappies free for parents to collect from stores for their girls. Again, the local council has been supporting needy families and all such issues rests with them. On whether this policy will be spread to other schools. If private schools wish to take it up, we have no reason to stop them. We may take the idea under consideration for public schools, but we have no definite plans at present.

Mr Speaker: I naturally have to call the Memeber for Solihall.

MP for Solihall (Mr. Lawson): Thank you Mr. Speaker. I thank the Minister and the Shadow Minister for their speeches. I must say to the house I was not a proponent of this scheme initially. However, having seen the results, I have become a supporter. The government has always proponent of innovation by individuals and organisations. Will he at least congratulate the Principal, Principal Seager, for this bold move?

Mr. Oliver: I thank the honourable gentlemen for his work in his constituency. Yes, we champion those who dare to experiment and innovate, and this is quite the case.

Mr. Shields (MP for Netherhall): Mr. Speaker, this is certainly a unique case. How will the Minister ensure this will to cause the girls to be dependent on nappies?

Mr. Oliver: As the Member must understand, this again is a private school policy. The school has stated students will only wear them in school grounds, whether during school hours or staying in the school afterwards.

Mr. Shaw (MP for Guildhall): May I further on that question? What assurances can the Minister give that girls will not suffer from any medical complications such as rash due to this? Or become incontinent?

Mr Speaker: Order. May I say that backbench members must form only one question only.

Mr. Oliver: Again, it is a private school policy. The school has guidelines for families and the girls to follow. I believe amongst them is that girls are to have shaven crotches.

Miss Smith (MP for Alesbury): Mr. Speaker, I’m sure teenage girls are focused on other issues in life and definitely not to wear stuff that babies wear. Does the Minister really believe nappies improve studies?

Mr. Oliver: I ask the honourable lady to read the report my team has done. The short answer is we have agree they do.

Mrs. Snow (MP or Toddington): This is a demeaning policy! Teenage girls are grown up ladies past toilet training stage! How can the government allow a school to implement this! It breaches Human Rights!

Mr. Speaker: Order, order. The honourable lady is to form a single question, not shout the House down.

Mrs. Snow: This is atrocious! Girls wear underwear not nappies! They have full bodily control!!!

Mr. Speaker: Order, order. I say again, this is a debate, not a place to scream.

Mrs. Snow: I don’t care! These girls are girls who have rights!

Mr. Speaker: Order, order. Sergeant, please escort the member from the chamber. (Sergeant-at-arms escorts the shouting MP out). Order. The Minister must still reply.

Mr. Oliver: Mr. Speaker, we value human rights. Again, it is up to the school to conduct it’s policies.

Mrs. Saw (MP for Goldhall): Mr. Speaker, my colleague makes a point. Why must girls in this school be taped into something only babies wear?

Mr. Oliver: Mr. Speaker, again it is up to the private school to decide. May I say that some grown ups also wear adult diapers due to incontinence or for fun.

Mr. Seen (MP for Northland): I wish this was a nation-wide policy rather than just for Solihall. May I ask the Minister to sincerely make this applicable to all schools?

Mr. Oliver: Mr. Speaker, again it was our mission just to review the policy. We have no plans to make this a government policy.

Mr. Shawness (MP for Solihall North): Mr. Speaker, if only this was implemented in schools in my constituency. May I suggest the Minister praise the school publicly in the media?

Mr. Oliver: We will do it once the report is published.

Miss Teddington: Mr. Speaker, my niece attends Solihall and is having trouble walking now with the nappies on practically whole weak. Has this been highlighted in his report?

Mr. Oliver: Mr. Speaker, again the school has set policies to make it comfortable for the girls. If the member would meet me afterwards, we will study the case.

Mr. Blamping (MP for Solihall South): My daughter was punished by the school twice by having to wearing locking panties over the nappy. Does the Minister think that is acceptable?

Mr. Oliver: It again is up to the school to set the rules.

Mrs. Sun (MP for Solihall South): What statistical formula was made before these girls wear taped into things babies wear?

Mr. Oliver: It again is up to the school to set the rules. May I again say that adults wear nappies (Mrs. Sun shakes her head) It is the case.

Mr. Speaker: Order, we have little time left. I know many female members want to question, but I cannot accommodate all.

Ms Slow (MP for Ashen): Young girls should have the freedom to have pubic hair. Why must they shave?

Mr. Oliver: The honourable lady ask question that is obvious. May I again say it is the policy of the school.

Ms Grey (MP for East Weston): Wearing nappies is one thing. Girls will have to buy Sudocream and wipes and other materials. Shouldn’t there be financial assistance for all families with daughters in the school?

Mr. Oliver: Again it is school policy. I believe they have made such items free. Shops which refuse to provide those items to the families will be fined.

Miss Black (MP for East Weston): Do you expect girls in nappies to grow up with positive stories to tell their friends or future husbands or children?

Mr. Oliver: It is impossible for me to judge. The honourable lady should write to the school or visit it.

Mr. Speaker: Order, last question.

Miss Wylie (MP for Needham): It is surely disgusting for girls to be treated this way. Why isn’t there a strong condemnation from the Minister? Would he like his daughter to be in a nappy?

Mr. Speaker: Order, I say again, one question only. The Minister will answer either.

Mr. Oliver: Mr. Speaker, I must say I don’t have a daughter. But this policy, as the report will show, works.


“Rachael wake up! Wake up!” the voice of her mother broke through the teenagers sleep. “Get up or you’ll miss the bus and be late for your test!” Groaning, 14 year-old Rachael Sanders kicked off her duvet and literally dropped onto the floor of her bedroom. After a quick shower, she hastily wrapped a towel around her and fished for her clothes. Her bra naturally was clipped on and she reached for her underwear drawer before stopping. “Stupid school law,” she groaned silently, as she grabbed one disposable nappy out of it packet and laid down. “SHIT!” she yelled, getting the tapes on one side stuck and the other yanked off due to her brute force. She was about to grab another one when hr mother came in again.

“Let me help you with that dear,” she said and before the teenager could refuse, her mother had wiped her crotch clean and snugly tape on the incontinence wear for her. Minutes later, Rachel was in her school uniform and tights, as well as a flask of juice and a few muffins. “Do eat them dear; you need the strength. Good luck!”

Rachael finished her breakfast while cramming more facts about medieval history into her head. At the school gate, she winced as she was checked thoroughly by the duty teacher then scampered straight for the hall. “Uh, uh young lady, you need to get striped down over there,” one of the invigilators pointed. “Oh, another stupid rule,” she thought. “Studied for the test Rach?” Her classmate Rowena asked.

“All through the night. I even woke up late this morning.” All around, students were undressing and removing everything bras, hair clips, scrungies, earrings, watches e,verything. Groaning again, Rachel undid her blazer but still commented, “I can’t believe we have to take the test topless.”

“Not topless,” Rowena corrected. “In our nappy and this translucent gown,” she held one up.

“Looks quite transparent,” Rachael replied with a groan as she unclipped her bra. She had B cup breasts and her skin turned bright red, even though she was amongst girls. One by one, the bra-less nappied students entered the examination hall where teachers checked  them for any hidden items,

“You have three hours to answer four questions. Time yourselves well. It begins…NOW!” With that all the girls rapidly flipped over their test sheets  and began scribbling furiously. Rachael raced through the first question, remembering her facts well. The second was much harder so she slowed down and began to think. Just as she was writing the third paragraph, she felt her bladder signal. Yikes, it must be the morning’s tea. Shifting in her seat, the thick nappy rubbed against her skin. Rachael had hardly ever used her nappy at school and she wanted to hold her pee. But it was impossible and soon enough, her bladder emptied its contents into the protective underwear, causing her to grimace.

Rachael had just begun her third question when she smelt a foul odour. Bloody hell, one of the girls must have crapped in her nappy. Trying to hold her breath, Rachel scribbled even harder, noticing that she was behind the 45 minutes per question mark. Her hands were perspiring when suddenly she felt her stomach give a danger signal. Crap! I don’t want to have a stomach ache now!

“Fifty minutes remaining,” one invigilator called. By this time, Rachel’s stomach pain was getting worse and the last question was one of the hardest so far. Please, please, don’t let me shit in this thing, she thought, trying to remember her facts. She cancelled out her rough plan several times and then began writing. Suddenly, she peed again. Just let it all be pee, she thought, as she wrote.

“TIMES UP! PENS DOWN!” Rachael grabbed the edges on her chair as her stomach ache reached danger levels. Please hurry up and collect silly script, she thought. Only ten minute later, the girls were released and Rachael raced out, telling her classmate to look after her clothes and belongings for her. She was naturally aiming for the toilets, but the nearest one was being cleaned. “DARN IT!” she yelled, as her stomach was on the verge of giving away. “Young lady, keep your voice down and go change to your uniform,” a passing teacher said. Screw you, Rachael thought.

By luck, the nurses office was just around the corner. “Nurse, nurse!” she called, “I have a terrible stomach ache!” Nurse Norma appeared and calmly said, “well hope over to the bed.”

“NO! I need a toilet now!” But instead the nurse grabbed the teen and made her squat over what appeared pail. Just as the last nappy tape was pulled, the young teen’s contents “came out”, part of it falling onto the nappy. “ARGH!” she cried and only ten minutes later, she had finished relieving herself.

“Now you see how good the nappies are? If you weren’t in one you would have dirtied your clothes,” the nurse said, guiding her to the bed and cleaning her. Rachel wanted to argue but the pain was still there. Soon, she was back in a fresh nappy, this one somehow thick and a it more crinklier. “Go get back to your uniform dear,” the nurse  said, handing her a pass for an excuse. But just as Rachel returned to side room where she had changed, her uniform and accessories were gone.



A boy writes about his sister wearing nappies to Solihall School:

Dear Diary,

If there’s any great example of “Schadenfreude”, it has to be the case of my sister. For years, as my elder twin, she had been teasing me, beating me in competitions, school work, social life, everything. Now that she’s transferred to a certain Solihall school, she’s the one who has to suffer. I mean, this school has a new and weird policy that girls must wear nappies during school hours and school premises in order improve their concentration. I don’t know exactly how this can happen. All I know gleefully is that my sister now has to wear nappies for a good portion of the day. This has sort of stopped her from picking on me and sulking, almost like a little child.  I don’t know how much she pees or even poos in these nappies but boy has mum and dad filled with boxes of youth nappies, wipes, cream and all the stuff babies need–not the clothes, the nappy-related stuff. My once confident twin sister, reduced to nappies in the day–don’t know if mum makes her wear at night in case she wakes up late. Whatever the case, I’m glad to see my sister in nappies!


A short outing by a student gone wrong…

“…and remember, at two p.m. sharp, gather at centre care park for the bus to the museum,” Ms. Dorothy Porkins, or Porky as I like call her, said.

“Uh, Miss?” I raised my hand.

“Yes, Charlotte?”

“If we’re going out in public, does this mean we can change out of…”

“No, your nappies stay on.” I hat that word.

“But, Ms Porkins, we’re off school premises,” I protested, really wanting to be out of these baby underwear and into big girl undies.

“And you’ll still be in your school uniforms,” the teacher countered. “I expect those of you who need a change to see Nurse Donna during this break. See you at two sharp and don’t be late.”

Bloody hell, we’ll still be trapped nappies, I thought, as the class exited the room. Which means I have to head how wear nappies. Naturally I’m covered, but I still hate the fact that I have to be out in public wearing these darn things. Idiotic school rule. Unlike many my other classmates, I did not head to the Nurse’s office. One, I didn’t think the current nappy I wore was needed a change. Two, I don”t really like Nurse Donna–she was a rather old lady who was rough with any medical problems with us girls and equally so when coming to changing our nappies. Instead, I head across the the canteen. I didn’t have much for breakfast or lunch and thus bought a large tuna sandwich and a huge can of soda. Just before 2, I made my way to the car park to join the others, meeting up with my classmate Lauren.

“Did you get a change?” She asked me.

“No, snack instead.”

“You sure yours is ok? It’s going to be a trip and a long tour of the museum,” she replied.

“I can mange. Besides, aren’t there toilets there?”

“But that’s why Ms Porkins wanted us to see the nurse.”

I didn’t reply. Lauren was one of the many girls who was comfortable with this school’s nappy policy while I was in the opposite camp. This of course resulted in her being promoted to class leader while I lost out. Man, she would do anything the school rules said to do. The bus came slightly late and the journey was a rather slow one. Just as it turned the corner, there was a traffic jam. “Girls, we’ll have to make our way via an alternative route,” the bus driver announced. As the bus slowly turned around, I felt my bladder signal. Oh, must be the soda I drank. I thought. I tried to hold it but the pressure of my bladder increased and I simply let go, the pee hitting my nappy.

I squirmed in my seat, my elbow striking Lauren next to me.

“What happened?” she asked.

Red with embarrassment, I mumbled, “I peed in my…”

“Well good thing you’re wearing a nappy. You wouldn’t want to stain the seat.” That was all she said. Well yeah, but I’m a grown up girl. I should have been able to hold my urine and not have to rely on some adult incontinence wear. What is wrong with me? And you Lauren?

After ages, we finally arrived at the museum. I darted off the bus towards the toilet sign but ran straight into Pork. “Just where do you think you are going young lady.”

“The…loo. I had a…”

“Get back in line. I told you to see the nurse.”

“But…” I can’t believe this teacher.

She shot out her arm, blocking my short frame. Dejected, I walked back, feeling the damp nappy rub against my labia. The whole history tour was just as long as the bus ride and extremely boring. It was about some super ancient civilization, something that never interested me. Just as the guide started talking about the architecture, I felt another signal, this time from my abdomen. It was a signal that I detested ever since I was toilet-trained–stomach ache. Darn it, it must be the tuna sandwich I had earlier on. I knew that there was something wrong besides the dry taste. The time pasted even slower as the ached increased. My palms started to sweat and I crossed and uncrossed my nylon-clad legs.

Porky was nearby but I had to wave to get her attention. “What now?”

“Miss Porkins,” I used her proper name. “Please, I have to go to the toilet. I have a stomach ach..”

“You can hold. This is a fixed tour and extremely critical. Now be quiet.”

WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU! I screamed silently at her. I’m  going to have diarrhoea and I need to go to the toilet. You can expect me to poo in my…

I couldn’t hold it any longer so ignoring the Teacher, I bolted to the ladies, as fast as my waddling self could move. Just as I pushed open the toilet door, I felt my bowels release itself. NOOO….I cried and hastily banged open a stall door. Skirt and tights down, I  yanked furiously at the nappy tapes. Finally the dreaded nappy came off and yucks! I did pop in them. Ah….the rest of my bowls were released and darn it, it was a bit of diarrhoea. Minutes later, I had finished cleaning my bum and was about to re-dress myself until I realised it was going to be yucky poo-filled nappies. Yikes! I had my school bag with me but as mentioned, I didn’t have any spare underwear or clean nappies.

What to do, what to do? Maybe I should just chuck the nappy away and just go without anything but skirt and tights on. Yikes, would people know? I’ve never gone commando before and just didn’t like the sound of it. Maybe if I clean the silly nappy..I did so and some of the yucky stuff came off. Looks better I thought, although re-taping it up, It felt a bit squishy. Straightening my uniform, I washed up and headed back.

“Where did you go young lady?” Porky asked angrily.

“I’m really sorry miss, I had a stomach ache,” I said, with pleading eyes.

“Get back and listen up to the guide.” I did so, but with the squishy feeling against my bum and the damp nappy, I could hardly concentrate. I doodled some answers in my sheet across the next half an hour until I felt my bladder signal. Darn it, I thought I had peed just now. I couldn’t ask for another toilet break again, especially not with the exit blocked by other people so I risked it and felt another lot of warmth between my legs. Please hold please hold, I thought, as I felt the nappy start to bulge. The sogginess could certainly be felt now and I really started to waddle a bit as I walked.

“You okay?” Lauren asked, appearing next to me.

“No,” I whispered. “I’ve go a thick nappy on….” embarrassed I started to explain to her what happened when Porky yelled silent.

Please let this be over! I screamed in my mind. Nearly half an hour later, it was. “Remember, tomorrow I’m going to quiz you all on this trip. Those who can answer will be marked down.” Finally, I bolted out of the place, or rather walked like a duck. “You really need a change,” Lauren said, catching up with me.

“I…I don’t have a spare nappy. I just want to get out of this,” I explained what happened and turned red.

“Oh Charlie,” she said, “there’s no way you can head home like this. You’ll get a rash or worse.”


“Look, my home is nearer. Why don’t you come along and get cleaned up there.” I thought for a while and agreed. It was a ten minute walk to her house, with the dirty nappy really chaffing against my groin. Finally in her bedroom, she handed me some wipes. Boy, despite the ultra-cooling sensation, it felt pretty good to clean up all over. Chucking the stained nappy in her bin, I asked to borrow one of her knickers. “Don’t worry, I’ll return them clean.”

“No you can’t borrow them,” she replied.

“Why? I’ll clean them and return them tomorrow,” I said, bewildered.

“You can’t go home in just undies,” she said, “not with you case of stomach ache and multiple peeing.”

“What? I’m not going home with just my skirt and tights!”

“You are, with a nappy on.”

“But…” I was shocked.

“But you might wet yourself, or need to poo again. And if it wasn’t for the nappy, it would be worse. Now,” she said, unfolding one of her own clean disposable nappies, “lie down.”

“I can change myself.”

“No, you can’t. I know you Charlotte,” she reverted to my full name. “Now, lie down.” There was no where to go and turning so red, I watched as she wiped my vulva and bum again, spread anti-rash cream and then taped on a darn nappy tightly. “There you go, all set. I would even recommend you wear them for a few hours.”

The End.


“…Remember you have a big exam tomorrow,” Mr. Roberts called as we all stood up and packed our school bags. “It counts as 40% of your final grade so do study hard.”

“Yeah, that’s some comfort,” I thought, stuffing my books inside my bag.

“Hey, Cath, we still have still afternoon to study,” my classmate and good friend Harriet sat. We had both planned a study session and a sleep over at her house, which was much closer to school than mine. So along with my school bag I had a back pack will clothes and night wear.

“Yeah, you can help me with early World War Two history,” I said as we moved down the hall.

“And you with Cold War stuff,” she replied. “Hey, mind if I stop by Nurse Jenna’s first? I need to get get my nappy changed.” I nodded. Ah, the darn nappies to school rule. It didn’t seem to make me concentrate more in class or focus on my studies. But I still stuck to it unlike some girls who still rebelled. I didn’t want to face the harsh punishments.

“Hi Harriet, Hi Catherine,” Nurse Jenna, the mid 20s nurse greeted us. By now, she knew the names of all the girls she helped change daily. “Take a seat; I’m dealing with some one with a sprained ankle. Minutes later, a girl limped out with an ankle guard. “Now, what can I do for you?”

“Uh, Nappy change,” Harriet replied, immediately moving to the nurse’s examination table.

“Just you?”

“I…think I’m ok Nurse,” I said.

“Alright,” Harriet had already dropped her skirt and lowered her tights. Man, her nappy did appear wet. Nurse Jennings moved methodically, first un-taping and discarding the used nappy, then wiping her all over–crotch and bum, and then adding some cream. Finally, she unfolded a new nappy, albeit different brand, and securely taped it on. “There dear you’re done.”

As Harriet straightened herself and I was about to move, Nurse Jenna called out, “Catherine, what about you?”

“I’m fine Nurse,” well I only had a large piss and a small one in this nappy.

“Really? I’m sure you must be damp by now.”


“Better get a change, Cath,” Harriet commented, straightening her tights. “It’s still a fair walk to my house.”

With both of them looking me intensely, I reluctantly got on to the table, removing my tights. The nurse removed my school skirt and exclaimed, “well you are quite wet dear,” she said. “you do need a change.”

“Oh,” was all I said, embarrassed.

“You should buy the Maxi brand,” she continued, untaping the nappy.

Ok, well, it’s what my parents get using the school voucher. With the nappy yanked away, I turned red as usual. I know it’s a female nurse, but even so, having someone else see my private part in my teen years seems weird. It felt even weirder as she wiped my vulva and bum then spread the icky cooling cream all around. Finally, a fresh nappy–darn it why can it be normal underwear? The nappy was the Maxi kind which definitely felt thicker.

“There you go? See, lucky you got the change,” I murmured a thanks and slowly tried to to adjust to new thickness. “See you tomorrow Nurse,” Harriet called and we were out the school. “You should have worn the Maxi from the start, Cath,” Harriet commented.

“It’s feels so thick. Dunno how you can move with it on.” Or rather, why the heck must we wear these baby undies to school? I’m glad I will soon be out of it.

Harriet’s home was a rather large one (compared to mine) and it took was three flights of stairs up before we reached her bedroom. “Phew,” I said, panting. “At least now I can get out of my uniform.” Before I could head over to her bathroom, Harriet had already begun unbuttoning her blouse. “We’re both girls Cath,” she said. Soon enough, we had our T-Shirts on  and I removed my skirt. Just as I was about to untape the nappy I had on, Harriet raised her eyes.


“Don’t tell me you’re going to take that off.”

“Why not? We’re out of school and we’re allowed to be big girls again.”

“I know but Nurse Jenna just taped it on. Big waste to throw it away,” she argued.

“It’s just a silly nappy. And it’s not like I paid for it,” I continued peeling away a tab.

“Wait! At least do a pee in it first. Then it can be used.”


“Please, Cath. Or I won’t let you throw it in my bin.” She folded her arms.

I shook my head. Harriet was hooked on to this nappy stuff. I focused and managed a small wee into the nappy, the indicator barely showing any change. Great, I became a baby again. “Here you go,” she said, handing me some wipes. Minutes later, I was finally in my proper underwear, jeans, shirt and light jumper. Cath was almost similarly dressed, but still wearing her nappy. Crazy.

For the next few hours, we crammed as much facts as we could into our head about 20th Century history. We exchanged notes on the topics each of us had a comparative advantage over. More than two hours in, I felt my bladder and gut signal and moved off to use her toilet. “Go ahead,” she said. “You know, if you were me, you could still be looking at the notes.”

“Yeah, yeah, you love nappies,” I called.

Around 6 pm, Harriet’s mother called and we both trooped down for dinner. At the table was her mother, father and older brother, Francis. They usual discussion of ‘how are you’ and ‘how are things’ ensued until the topic of our exam came up. “It’s a big one for all the Year Ten history students at Solihall,” Harriet commented.

“The Baby School,” her brother said.

“Excuse me?”

“The baby school were girl’s a babied by wearing nappies and changed by nurses,” he continued. “The school where girls sit in halls practically naked with just a nappy….”

“We’re certainly not babied; it has helped many us achieved better grades,” Harriet retorted. “And we get to wear a top and nappy during exams.”

“Baby, baby, nappy, nappy,” Francis started singing and Harriet threw a piece of bread in direction.

“Stop it both of you!” Harriet’s father shouted. “Apologise to each other.” I heard them mumble “sorry” to each other and the rest of the dinner proceeded in silence. Back in Harriet’s bathroom, I was brushing my teeth my I heard a familiar rustling sound. After rising, I re-entered the bedroom, to see Harriet cleaning her crotch. “Always better to to get a fresh one on,” she commented from her horizontal position.

“Harriet, don’t you think you’re brother is a little right? That you are treating this a little too far?”

She sat up, still half naked. “You think we’re being babied?”

“Well no, but uh, girls like you treating it so seriously. Following the routine even after school, buying every thing related to nappies…”

“Well, either you accept it or you rebel and get punished. Have you seen what they do who break the rules.”

“Yeah, they make them stay in the same nappies and worse,” I said, remembering how some of our classmates were punished. “And the part about taking exams in just some translucent gown and nappy. Don’t you think it’s over the top?”

“No, and can you let me finish changing? We still have to try the mock exam to try out.” With Harriet freshly nappied, she dragged a spare table to the middle of the room. The mock exam paper we had contain questions on topic we studied for but naturally not the same questions as those tomorrow. “Read, your time starts now!” Harriet called and we turned over the paper. It was three questions for three hours. I breezed through the first two questions easily. As I started with the third question, I noticed Harriet shift a bit and cross and uncrossed legs. Probably peeing in her damn nappy, I thought. Just as I wrote another paragraph, I again felt my bladder signal. Darn, it must be the orange squash her mother provided me during dinner time. I continued scribbling away but as I did so, the pressure my bladder increased. “Twenty minutes left,” Harriet called, mimicking the head invigilator. Damnit, I thought, sweating. If this was a normal exam, I could head to the toilet. But given the nappy rule, no girl would be allowed to leave the exam hall.

Just as our time was up, I threw down my pen and raced to the toilet. But it was too late…”Super crap!” I yelled.

“What’s wrong?” I heard Harriet call.

I finished emptying my bladder, washed and came out face all red. “I wet my pants.”

Harriet smiled a smile which said something like “See why I wear?”. “Aw, if this was the real exam, you wouldn’t have been.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I replied. “can I borrow a spare undies of yours?”

“No,” she crossed her arms.

“No? But I just…”

“Yes you just wet yourself like a little child, Cath,” Harriet said. “You shouldn’t be wearing big girl’s pants.” Her hands pointed to…”You’ve got to be joking!” I cried.

“Catherine Robinson, I’m not. Now, take off the rest of your jeans and put a nappy on.”


Suddenly, Harriet yanked me towards her bed and pressed me down. “Ow! Harriet Springfield stop this!”


“No….” But the pressure increased. “Damnit!” I cried. Finally I gave in. “You are such a bully,” I cried.

“Well, you are the one who wet her knickers,” Harriet started and I turned red in the face again. Just as I finished taping up the new nappy, there was a knock on the door. I quickly yanked up my jeans as Harriet’s mother entered. “I brought you girls some hot chocolate and biscuits,” she said.

“Thanks Mrs. Springfield,” I said.

“You two studying well?”

“Uh yeah,” I lied. Up to the point that your daughter forced me into wearing nappies.

“Ok, don’t study too late. You need to be fresh in the morning.” As soon as she left, I gave Harriet a “darn you look”. We both studied for another hour or so before we changed into our night clothes. I had light blue pyjamas while Harriet donned a cream nightie.

“You really want me to wear a nappy to sleep?” I asked, still not liking this nappy on.



“But this is my room,” Harriet said, switching off the lights. “Now, let’s get some sleep.”

It was weird indeed with the bulk between my legs but with the whole facts of history buzzing through my mind, I quickly fell asleep. I only awoke with the massive feeling of hands rubbing me. “Hey Cath, wake up, it’s time.” I rubbed my eyes to see Harriet wrapped in a towel. “I’ve just showered, your turn.” Still groggy, I got out of bed then remembered I was still in a nappy. It was a joy to be released on the damn thing in the shower but when I returned to the bed room, Harriet was there, dressed in her uniform and spreading out nappy wipes, cream, a changing mat and a new nappy on her bed.

“Come here, Cath,” she ordered.


“You take ages to put on a nappy, now come on. Breakfast will be cold.”

I wanted to argue but again she dragged me to the bed and I suffered through the humiliation of being taped into a nappy by my best friend. More than an hour later, we were back at school and headed with the massive stream of girls to the side room. “All uniform and accessories off,” the head teacher announced. “Place them in the bags with your names. Then go through the checking gates.” One by one, girls striped to just their nappies and donned the translucent gowns. “You, you you,” one teacher point at several girls. “Your nappies show wetness. Go get get changed quickly.”

“Luckily we both are in fresh nappies,” Harriet commented.

Whatever, I thought, still wishing it wasn’t so drastic. Soon enough, the exam began. Having crammed all the facts in my head, I again breezed through the first two questions and moved to the third. Just as there was fifteen minutes left, I once more felt my bladder signal–must be the morning tea. But instead of sweating and squeezing my legs, I let it empty itself into the nappy I wore. Maybe Harriet is right about this nappy policy, I thought.

“Hey Cath, look you are quite wet,” Harriet commented as we head back to collect our clothing. She on the other hand, showed a dry nappy.

“Uh yeah,” I said. We both changed back into our bras, tights and uniforms. “Can you tell Mr. Waingwright I” be a bit late? Need to get a change.”

Harriet smiled as I headed over to Nurse Jenna’s. “Morning Catherine, how was your exam?”

“Just fine Nurse,” this time I had my skirt and tights off before lying down. “The nappy saved me.”

The End.


“Well it’s time for our usual reading of emails regarding the policy,” Principal Seager remarked, looking at his colleague, Headmaster Wingfield. “Ready Ed?”

“Sure.” Seager opened his email inbox and read the first one.

Dear Principal Seager,

I want to say that your are an abusive man trying turn good teenage girls into infantalists. My daughter cries every morning that she has tape on a nappy instead of proper girl’s knickers to school. She finds it humiliating that she can’t use the toilet to pee at school and must wet in the silly nappy. It is far worse when she has to see the nurse at school to be changed. You are infantilising these girls and I hope you suffer one day.

“Well, what an ungrateful parent,” Ed Wingfield commented.

“Not a word of thanks that her for what we do for her daughter,” Seager replied, then clicked the next one.

Dear Principal Seager and staff of Solihall,

I want to take you so much for introducing this new (nappy to school policy). My daughter has always been a rebel since she was born. She never concentrated in class, hardly finished her homework, received average grades and hung out late with friends. Now with your policy, she is attentive in class and her grades are improving in most subjects. It’s a great policy and I hope to continue to use it for all years. 

A grateful father

“Well that’s definitely more positive,” both men agreed.

Dear Principal Seager,

I’m just ok with this policy for my daughter. I’m wondering if you could state an efficient diaper? Sometimes she leaks through her Lille diapers.

“Well, try another kind silly,” Wingfield replied. Another few emails were similar to the above. “Ah something new,” the principal said.

Dear Principal Seager,

I have seen the differences with my daughter in nappies at school. But recently she has had touble reaching the toilet in time and even bedwet twice. The doctor says her she may having some weak bladder control. it may be due to your policy regarding nappies. Maybe you should revise it?

“Well, it’s a big may be,” Seager commented.

“We’ll investigate this  case, but I wouldn’t immediately blame it on us.” They turned to the the next one.

Dear Principal and Staff,

My daughter has some improvement in her grades since your policy started. However, after school, she has been still staying in the nappies and some of her classmates have copied her to. I’ve tried telling her to switch back to her pants but she says she prefers to stay in her nappy. Don’t you thinnk your policy is turn young girls into lovers of these nappies?

“We’re not responsible for their after school activities,” Seager replied.

“They can like or dislike the nappies, so long as they wear them here,” Wingfield added.

Dear Principal Seager,

Nappies may be ok, but girls this age are going through puberty. You recommended on your school rules that girls use tampons with the nappy on during their period. But my girl hates tampons and me too; we are used to sanitary towels/pads. Why can’t girls wear knickers or pull ups during their time of the month?

“What are we, the solve-it-all school? No, no, no, girls wear proper tape on nappies unless it is sports,” Seager growled. “Nothing is wrong with tampons.”

“Look at this one from the MP on our area,” Wingfield pointed.

Dear Principal,

My two daughters attend your school and my third will shortly will. One of them prefers the Tena range of nappies such as Tena Slip. The other hates Tena and prefers Abena. This third one is small and wants to use pampers. I’m wondering if you could standardise the nappy brand and type (plus, super or maxi) that students should wear.

“What crap,” Seager snorted. “We allow girls to wear what they want, so long it is tape on nappies.”

“He could have a point though; some nappies aren’t as good as others.”

“Well, that’s for you and the teachers to to find out. Let’s go to the student letters.” The first few weren’t positive.”

Dear Principal Seager,

Nappies, ok. But just a nappy, no uniform and a translucent gown during test and exams?! I think that is way over the top. It’s ok if you adjust the heating or air con but seriously, it’s demeaning to have semi-naked girls in a hall. Change to have uniforms back on!

“No way,” Seager growled.

“I know this Year 10 girl. She complains about everything, nappies or no nappies,” Wingfield added.

The next was not much encouraging.

Dear Principal,

I don’t want nappies; can we switch to just pull ups? Because we’re now known as the nappy girl’s school, I lost my boyfriend.

“I’m not responsible for your breakup, dear,” Principal Seager immediately said.

“Yeah, this is about your grades, not your love life. How many more are there?”

“Oh, about thousands more. Let’s take a break shall we?”



A School Invigilator describes exam time at Solihall:

Usually as a semi-retiree, I get to sleep in in the early morning. These few days, however, I’m in a school helping to invigilate examinations. Not any school, Solihalll Girls School, or what people have been calling, the “Nappy School.” The school’s senior administration has had a weird idea that if students wear nappies, there would be less number of them visiting the toilet (to pee) and they would concentrate better in class. For examinations, nappies would be a key requirement for them and they would in fact wear only a diaper and a translucent gown during exams. “Girls have had a long history of writing notes on their skins or hiding notes in their uniforms,” the chief invigilator told me, “or asking to go to the toilet where they would hide or exchange information. In order to curtail such activity, we decided to make all students wear only a nappy and a gown in the examination room. No one is allowed to leave for the toilet during the course of the exam, not even to poo. Each girl would be checked that their body contains no visible marks on their body before proceeding to their desks. All stationery and paper would be provided at each table as an added precaution.”

My first role is to stay in the designated side room where girls strip off their uniforms down to just their nappies. I know this is the most embarrassing part since they basically are exposed topless with nappies taped to their crotches. As this nappy rule has been strictly enforced,  they hand me and my colleagues bags containing their uniforms, bra, tights and other accessories and  in exchange receive hospital-like gown. This gown supposedly can support breasts but for those with larger cup sizes, their boobs would still bounce around.

The girls fill into the examination room, some still looking embarrassed by being reduce to semi-nakedness. The chief invigilator reads out exam instructions as each girl sits down, some making a crinkling noise as each chair is covered in plastic just in case girls leak. At the set time, they turn over their papers and start scribbling. As time move by, I glance at the whole hall and boy is it a weird site of teenaged ladies in nappies and gowns writing their answers. One would really thin its over the top in prevent the girls from using the toilet during exams. Such an act is seen around after a hour, where you see girls squirm in their seats and thus can evidently tell that they are peeing in their nappy. Some even do the other, that is, defecate, even though teachers have advised them not to have such heavy breakfasts. Sometimes, their good quality nappies mask the smell. For others, the odour fills the room and quickly, air freshners are sprayed.

Three hours (or more depending on the kind of exam), they are ordered to put their pens down. Each girl sits silently in their used nappy (if they have done their business in them) as we slowly collect and count the exam sheets. Finally, they are released and waddling like ducks, they head back to the changing room. Most of the time, they retrieve their uniforms and clip on their bras gratefully. Only rarely do some girls have to wait as we misplace their clothing. Some girls even out of the hall to go to the nurses office to change as their nappies are soaked or filled. Thus ends an exam session at Solihall.


“Well, well,” Discipline Master Mr. Wingfield remarked, “who do we have here?”

“One foul mouth student who wrote not only irrelevant but offensive remarks in her history paper,” the teacher said, handing over several sheets to me with one hand and pulling in a five foot five student.

“Well, let’s see…oh,” Wingfield’s eyes widen as he read the first sheet. “This is…”

“Not only offensive to all us teachers but to the entire community as well,” the teacher remarked. “I believe this warrants…”

“Miss Heatherstone, what you believe you not what will happen. I’m the discipline master here,” Wingfield replied and gave her a stare. After a few seconds, the teacher left, closing the door behind her.

“Name card please,” Wingfield said but the girl didn’t respond, All students in the school had name cards which also allowed them to have discounts on public transportation and certain outlets. Wingfield repeated his question and the girl suddenly threw down her card.

“That was very respectful,” Wingfield said..

To be continued.


“Come on Amanda! We’ll be late! An it’s your first day at school!” 12 going to 13 year old Jemimah Galpin called. This was to 13 year old Amanda Delbert, a new exchange student to Solihull from America and the new guest her home. Amanda had just flown across the weekend to Jem’s house and would be staying for about 3 months with them.

“Amanda?” Jem called again then heard and “oomph!” from the locked room. “Are you alright?” Jem pushed against the door and it gave way–the door locks in her house weren’t that strong.

Inside, she found a half dressed Amanda, wearing the required school tie, blouse but with a nappy half way down her legs. Amanda immediately turn red in the face when Jem saw her semi-nakedness.

“I…” she began.

“Having trouble taping them on?”

“I…why the hell do we have wear these damn things?! We’re teenaged girls, not helpless babies!”

“Sshh…” Jem closed the door. “I know, that’s the policy. But it’s how it is.”

“So we can break rules. I wanna wear my panties.” Amanda picked up her pink boy shorts.

“Amanda, we can fight this but not now. Look, let me help you tape them on.”


“Cause there’s always time to fight it. Look, it’s far worse if you break the rules. Everyone else will be wearing them. Once this pack runs out, I’ll try to get mum to buy a thiner pair ok?”

Amanda shook her head, still hating the school rule. But with the clock ticking, Jem helped her down on the bed. Despite her grunting and protesting, the younger girl managed to rub anti-rash lotion on the American’s slightly hairy vulva. Then, helping her friend lay on her side, she slid a new nappy underneath her bum and taped it up.

“It’s so darn tight.”

“You need it tight or they’ll re-doing for you at school. Plus, when you use it, you need it so if you you’ll leak.”

“I can’t walk…”

“Don’t be silly Mandy. Put on your tigh…your hose and your skirt. We are running late.”


Continuing from story above…

“Jem…this diaper is still damn too tight…” Amanda wailed once again as the two girls entered their first class, history.

“That’s the umpteenth time you said that. I told you the nappies are supposed to be like that or you’ll leak.”

“But I don’t leak. I’m not a baby…” but Jemimah had already settled down. Amanda stilled whined, especially feeling the padded bottom against the chair, but no one, not even her new classmates seemed to notice how uncomfortable she was.

“Good morning class,” Mr. Horricks, their history greeted and the girls returned his greeting. “I see we have a new girl here. You are?”

“Amanda Delbert, I’m from…” but Horricks cut her off.

“Well, welcome. Ok, class today we’re going to learn about the British East India Company. Turn your to page…” For the next forty minutes minutes, the class listened and read through the history of the EIC in former British Raj. Suddenly, a hand shot up. “Yes, Miss Delbert?” Horricks enquired.

“Can I go to the toilet?”

“You know the rules, unless it’s number two. Now, in the 1870s…”

“I need to pee,” Amanda whispered to Jem.

“That’s what the Abena is for,” Jem whispered back, scribbling down some notes.

“But…” But Jem ignored her again. Unable to hold it any furher, Amanda’s bladder release itself and the young American turned bright red as she peed not in a toilet for the first time in many years. It was such an icky feeling. Luckily, the class was soon over.

“Oh my gosh, it feels terrible,” she whined to Jem as they packed up. Jem glanced at her and them remarked, “does it feel really wet?”

“Damp, wet, horrible, yucky…”

“Maybe, you peed alot. I’ll take you to Nurse Jenna,” before the guest student could protest, Jem has dragged her down the hall to the the nurses’ office.

“Hello, Jemimah, who’s this with you?”

“This is Mandy, an exchange student. She’s quite new to the school. Mandy, Nurse Jenna.”

“How do you do,” she shook the new girl’s hand. “What can I do for you today?”

“I think Mandy used quite a bit of her nappy and may need a change,” Jem answered.

“I don’t…I just want this off…” Mandy protested.

“Every girl has to wear, dear. Come, take off your skirt and tights and let me see,” Nurse Jenna requested. Amanda protested more but eventually gave in and embarrassingly lay out in her blouse, her nappy exposed.

“You did wet alot, Amanda, and this M1 isn’t a good choice. Jem, I thought you use Tena Slip?”

“I guess my mum ran out,” Jem answered.

“Best to use a nappy that can hold more than one shot of urine,” Nurse Jenna said, untaping the nappy.

“Wait…you are actually going to change me?” Mandy cried.

“Nurse Jenna does it for all girls and it’s the rules,” Jem explained.


“But she does it well and we’ll be late for the next class,” Jem argued. Mandy shook her head and squealed as the nurse removed her used nappy and started to clean her.

“Can you keep still, or I may scratch you otherwise,” the nurse remarked.

“It so cold….” the student said in response to the wipes. “Ow….” she cried as another wipe was wiped against her labia.

“And try to quieter,” the nurse added but the new girl continued shift and emit sounds in response to the wipes. Nurse Jenna was tolerant, but still only to degree. Swifly, She drew two leather straps just below the girl’s breasts, pinning her to the table. “Hey! What’s this for!” she screamed.

“I warned you, Miss,” the nurse said, then inserted a sterile cotton wad into her mouth, effectively gagging her. Unable to move much and quiet silenced, the nurse was able to finished her cleaning, then lift the girl’s bum up to insert a new Tena Slip Maxi underneath. Once more, Amanda Delbert was taped into a nappy/diaper.

“Now, that wasn’t so hard was it? Do try to more cooperative next time,” Nurse Jenna said, unstrapping her and removing the piece of cloth. Before Amanda could answer, the bell rang.



The following committee hearing is based on the UK Select Committee format, though it is not specified that this is the House of Commons (even though British English is used). Google it if you are not sure. All names are fictional.

Schooling Select Committee


1400 local

Members present:

Mr. Woolwich (Chair)

Mr. Henderson

Mr. Milner

Miss Gorsham

Ms. Heavensworth

Ms. Galpin

Mr. Woolwich (Chair): Order, Order. The committee sits today to examine Solihall Girl’s school policy of making its school girls wear nappies during schooling hours and on schooling premises, hereafter known as the “Nappy Policy”. We have today, the Principal of the School. Mr. Seager and his team to provide evidence. Principal Seager, would you like to introduce your team?

Seager: On my right is Mr. Goddard, the school discipline master and on my left, the head of the parents-teachers association, Mrs. Timble.

Chair: Thank you, I believe you have an opening statement to make?

Seager: Thank you Chair. Splihall has introduced this scheme for a couple of months now. It’s main objective is to ensure girls take less toilet breaks during classes and concentrate on their studies. As a result, all subjects ranging from English to even Information Technology. Many students who have failed in the past have reached at least Bs in their subjects. Many GCSE graduates have scored excellent results and have received bursaries and scholarships to continue their studies at our school or elsewhere. We accept that this is a controversial from the start but have received a wide range of support from parents, school girls and the wider community.

Chair: Thank you for that. As you said, this is a controversial school policy and the committee has convened to investigate it. As Chair, I will start off the questions and the first being. how do you draw a relationship between toilet breaks and academic results?

Seager: Before we implemented this, the girls were achieving terrible results. A large majority of them were asking for toilet breaks, not so much for actual toilet usage, but to gossip and to engage in some unruly behaviour. Those that did want to really use the toilet asked for breaks just  to skip classes or to escape from learning and thus ended up scoring dismal results. We introduced our policy after studying the results from the American school. It has so far turned low grades into high scores and even improved the behaviour of some girls.

Chair: But this is all due to their behaviour. Could you not have implemented something else besides making thme wear nappies?

Goddard: Chair, we have tried many other methods, such as strict limitation on breaks, teachers having more leeway, and stricter detention but not of if changed anything. This policy in sharp contrast has.

Chair: Are you absolutely certain putting them in nappies improve their grades?

Seager: It makes them concentrate more on the studies and teachers spent much less time letting girls off to the toilet.

Chair: I’m sorry, you make them wear but you still allow them to use the toilet?

Seager: Chair, they must urinate in the nappy but their other bodily function, well they can use the toilet for that.

Chair: How do you monitor that?

Goddard: We do check on the girls what they use the loo for.

Chair: That is very intrusive, on top on making them wear nappies.

Seager: Far better than how it is before.

Chair: And from what I read from your guidelines, you ensure they are in nappies all day long?

Seager: In school premises. We have teachers and senior girls do checks in the morning and spot checks throughout the day. The rest of the day, outside school we do not control what they wear.

Chair: So back home, when they study, it is in their knickers.

Goddard: As the principal said, we don’t control what they wear outside school premises.

Chair: Would that not affect performance? Academic performance?

Seager: It might but so far, the grades show an improvement. We care only what they are during school time.

Chair: I’ll hand over to my members now but may return. Mr. Henderson?

Henderson: Thank you chair. Principal, discipline master and head PTA, it is a radical move to make young teenagers wear nappies. What did the girls themselves think of it when you introduced it?

Seager: Mr. Henderson, we set out the policy during the summer months by first consulting all parents, then the PTA and then sending our letters to the girls themselves. We continued to consult them and introduce the rationale for. Finally, when we started implementing, we constantly repeated the message.

Goddard: There was resistance at first, but right now, 99% of the girls accept the policy.

Henderson: I would expect resistance. Your guide book says those who dont wear when entering the premises or are caught not wearing proper nappies or are caught changing back to knickers are punished. Can you elaborate?

Goddard: Yes any girl caught is sent to me. I examine the reason why and then set out the punishment. Usually, it is enforcing the girl to wear 24 hours to 48 hours by locking them using locking pants. If it repeats, we extend the punishment, implement detention or in worst cases, expel.

Henderson: That is really really harsh, especially for the young ones. What is the feedback on this?

Goddard: The parents do cooperate and very few of them resist our policy.

Henderson: Mrs. Timble?

Timble: I can vouch for that, having held constant PTA meetings.

Henderson: You said 99%. What bout the 1%? Do they continue to be punished?

Goddard: We keep telling them to wear. The actual numbers are very low and the threat of wearing all day makess them follow.

Henderson: That is still harsh.

Seager: It is certainly fair enough. If some don’t wear, it may start a trend leading back to the poor grades and behaviour.

Henderson: I may come back but let’s move to changing. I understand the girls don’t change themselves. The school nurse does. Why?

Seager: We considered that but thought letting them change themselves would mean more breaks between classes and girls cleaning and hanging incorrectly. Our head school nurse helps to change them but she also has a team.

Henderson: Is that not babying?

Seager: No it is not. Again, the parents were consulted on this and they agreed. When the girl enters the school, she would have nappied herself or received help. We don’t control that. Nor do we control how they change out of the nappy outside school. But in school, we ensure they are cleaned and changed properly.

Chair: We need to move on fast due to a vote. Mr. Milner.

Milner: I declare interest as I’m one of the MPs in the school district. May I begin by congratulating your team on this policy? It has certainly improved the whole school and definitely my daughter.

Seager: Thank you for your kind words sir.

Milner: I want to focus on a specific issue, that of the provision of free discounts for families who aren’t well off to buy nappies. There has been some delay in that. Would you explain?

Goddard: Yes Mr. Milner we are looking into that and its due to some electronic problems with companies. We are getting it fixed and apologise for delays.

Timble: The PTA has brought it up and some families are helping others.

Milner: Thank you. Next, you allow the girls to wear any brand of nappies. Why not standardise it?

Seager: We want them to have a choice. We are  considering standardising to a common brand but that may cause economic competition amongst companies.

Milner: I pass on to my next colleague.

Chair: Miss Gorsham

Gorsham: Principal and team, I may not fully agree with you treating young girls in this manner but nor do I fully disagree. I wish to head directly to several  issues: Are the female nurses the only ones changing the girls at school?

Goddard: Not exactly. If a girl is found without or not wear a proper nappy, I changed her into one. If however, the nurse is nearby, she will do it. There are three other teachers in my discipline team.

Gorsham: So a male, you, or perhaps other male teachers, can change a young teenaged girl’s nappies?

Chair: Order, Order. We apologise, but a vote awaits us. We will resume later.


Schooling Select Committee


1600 local

Chair: Order, Order, this  committee will re-convene. Thank you all for your patience. Ms. Heavensworth.

Ms. Heavensworth: Principal Seager, do you have children?

Seager: A boy and a girl.

Heavensworth: And how old is the girl?

Seager: She is 16 going to 17, yes literally. If I may add, yes, she is enrolled in my school.

Heavensworth: Well then Principal, how does she feel having to wear nappies at her age? Or does wear them?

Seager: Ma’am yes she wears them to school; she doesn’t get preferential treatment. She was against it at first but quickly accepted it.

Heavensworth: Is that because  you formed the policy?

Seager: No, actually it’s because it has improved her attitude and academic performance. It would take a while to elaborate, but that’s the truth.

Heavensworth: and you Mr. Goddard, do you have any children?

Goddard: No, it’s due to some complications.

Heavensworth: So, how do you  feel being the discipline master of teenagers wearing nappies?

Goddard: I don’t feel anything really; I just do my job.

Heavensworth: How about when you punish them with locking nappies and make  them undress during examinations?

Goddard: Member, no I am not  around when they undress, actually as mentioned  earlier, they are made to exchange their uniforms and bras for a gown. This is  monitored by mostly female teachers. As for the earlier question, I just implement what the rules are. The majority of the students understand it, those that violate them quickly behave.

Chair: We don’t have much time now, Ms. Galpin.

Gaplin: Principal, Discipline master, PTA head, You have created horror and fear amongst innocent young laides?

Seager: Ms Gaplin…

Gaplin: Every day, you torture them, turning them into babies, denying them their very basic rights

Goddard: Ms Galpin…

Galpin: You two men and you a lady, ought to be ashamed of yourselves…

Chair: Ms Galpin, I know you are a new MP so I will excuse you this time. Ask a question. Also, this  isn’t a chamber to air your views.

Galpin: Aren’t you all ashamed of yourselves?

Seager: Ashamed? Ms Galpin, we’ve explained the rationale for this initiative. We’ve told  you the results. All in the community, not just the PTA (Mrs. Timble nods) are behind us with this.

Galpin: Don’t you have any brains to see that you are humiliating the girls?

Goddard: I take that as an strong accusation. A large majority of the girls find it better in terms of their character and academic results. There are only a couple of resisting students and out of those, some have adjusted to the policy. In no way do we aim to humiliate or psychologically torture…

Galpin: You clearly can’t see

Timble: As the principal and discipline master said…

Galpin: Clearly…

Chair: Ms Galpin enough. (Bangs gavel. Galpin ignores.) Guards, escort her away!!! (Galpin swears at the two men and lady as she is taken away).

Chair: Apologies for that. Mr. Seager, Mr Goddard, Mrs. Timble, thank you all for appearing. This however isn’t the end of it. We will formulate our report and expect you to carry out our  recommendations, unless you disapprove.  Committee meeting adjourned.


“Heya, staying up late?” I heard my dad call  through my unlocked door. “Lot’s of exams tomorrow,” I answered.

“Well, don’t sleep too late; you’ve got to get a fresh mind. I’m sure you’ll do well. Night.”

“Night dad,” I replied and then moved to lock my door. Clearing away my books and notes, I headed to the bathroom. It wasn’t my revision that made me stay up late; it was the thought of how I would be dressed for the exam tomorrow. My dad’s great idea was that girl’s would be in nappies during school hours. For exams, it would be literally just in our nappy, plus some gown that sometimes was see through and exposed our boobs. That was the worst part–being semi-naked while writing under pressure. But the damn rationale was because many girl’s had cheated with notes in their uniforms and bras and sometimes even tights. I  had slowly grown used to this “proecdure”, after all, being the Principal’s daughter, it would look out of place with  me complaining about it. But what I wasn’t used to was having exams like this during my period.

In the past, it was straight forward. Wear a sanitary towel and then change it regularly. You could ask to go to the loo if you need to change. But with the nappy ruling, girls weren’t allowed out of the exam room, even for pooing. With my period occuring, I had to use not a pad but a dreaded tampon.I hate tampons; they are so damn difficult to insert and icky when yanked out. But damnit, it’s the school rules. After brushing my teeth, I changed into a thicker pad and donned my nightie. It would be the last time for hours that I would get to wear knickers, even though it was  to hold a pad in…


I woke up extra early and wandering into the bathroom, I found that my overnight pad was soaked. Damnit, I thought, stripping naked and throwing the pad in the bin, how could I make it through with just a nappy today? Yeah, it’s exam/test time, where we girls not only where a nappy but only that an a slightly translucent gown in the exam hall. All due to the past history of girls cheating during tests. I told dad many times that this is too extreme, but no, he and his jolly gang of senior teacher’s wouldn’t budget. Shower done and hair come, I fished out a tampon and managed to insert it in on my second try. Next. walked naked back to my room and look at my knickers. I’ll miss you for the day, I thought and regrettably dragged out a nappy . Having taped it on many times, I still couldn’t get it right and had to re-adjust the tapes.

Downstairs, I found a note from dad. “Had to leave for the school early. Good luck today pumpkin.” Yeah, thanks dad. Good luck to my uterus from not bleeding too much. I looked around the kitchen and decided to go light by draining a thick cuppa tea and grabbing two muffins and a banana which I finished on the way to the bus stop. “Hey, hey,” my friend Sian, a Welsh girl who cared alot more about children than anything else. “How’s you today?”

I mumbled an ok and she immediately continued asking why I was so glum. I mouthed the word “PERIOD” to her and she argued back that it is just life. “Well, you know, you dad made us all wear nappies,” she said. As if you don’t know nappies aren’t for periods, I thought. As we alighted at the school gates, I felt a signal from my bladder. Darn, must be that large cup of tea and the extra juice I drank along with the quick breakfast. Normally as a girl, I would have held it until the loo, but this was much different. Telling Sian to walk ahead, I stood by the gates, squatted a bit then answered the call of nature. I hope it’s not too much, I thought, then followed the line of girls inside. As per usual, there was a duty teacher checking if we were wearing the right “equipment”. “Well, hello Lauren,” the science teacher said as I lifted my skirt to show her. “Pass. Have a good day today.”

It was still about an hour to go before we were had to have our first exam so I spent the remainder in the library brushing up on my books and notes again. We girls usually had to enter the side room to change out by twenty minutes to the hour so I paced myself. That is, until I felt my bladder signal again and another splash of warmth hit the darn thickness around my legs. Damn I thought, how much more can the nappy hold? The rule was tight during exams, no toilet breaks at all so girls would even have to poo in their nappy–yucks. I didn’t want to sit in a partly or quite soggy nappy so the only option was to head out to the nurse, dear Nurse Jenna.

“Hello Lauren,” she greeted me. “How’re you today?”

“Ok,’ I said, quickly snapping off my skirt. Could I have a quick change?”

“Well, it’s only a third of the way down,” the nurse pointed out and I looked.

“I don’t wanna sit in a partly used nappy.”

“Ok,” so I braced myself for the humiliation as I undid my tights and she untaped the nappy. “Monthly time,” she noted and I said yeah.

“I can give you a new tampon as well,” and I didn’t argue. A couple of minutes later, I was changed into new of both items and with another load of luck, I headed for the side room. The rules called for everything to be removed–uniform, bra, watches, earrings and even hair clips. So you could imagine the scene as girls stripped and stood naked in just their nappies. Everything even meant tights–the exam hall was heated. All of our  items were secured in clear plastic bags, zipped up with our names on them. These were passed to duty teachers or senior girls while we all got the dread ‘hospital like’ gowns instead. If you had small boobs, it was ok, but for large cup size girls like me, our breasts could still be partially seen through the gowns. We were further checked to see if we had anything incriminating on our bodies then led in to the hall.


This continues from the story from the post 13/12/2015


“The time is now 9 am, you may turn over your papers and begin.” All of us did so and I started scribbling rapidly. I breezed through the first few questions with ease until I struck a question about volumes and spheres. As I paused to recollect my facts, I felt the urge to pee. Well, daddy make this special rule, so I focused on the question as I let my pee flow out against the nappy. At the same time, my uterus was also emptying its lining against the icky tampon. Finally, I scribbled down what I thought was the answer and turned the page. I felt my pee dribble out again as I faced an even tougher question. Just as I changed my pen, a foul stench filled the all. Yikes, some girl pooped in her nappy. It wasn’t the first time I smelt that but boy it really distracts you. I looked around but it wasn’t that easy to identify the culprit–the perpetrator would be ‘targeted’ for hours or even days later. Bearing the pugent odour, I wrote another lots of mathematical mumbo-jumbo just as the head invigilator called out ’15 minutes more’. Frantic, I again scribbled something down. But just as I cancelled it and wrote something else, I felt the need to poo. Must be this morning’s brekkie. Damn it,  let me hold  until the exam is over. “5 minutes,” I heard them call. Anus, please hold…

“Pens down!” Sweaty from all the writing and thinking, the collection of papers took ages and my body kept increasing its signal. Even after my paper was collecting, there was a waiting time as the invigilators counted the scripts. Finally, we were allowed to go and I rushed out, collding into several girls in the process. “Hey, Lauren,” Sian called out but I ignored her  and ran to the loo. It was around the next corridor. Murphy’s law, as American’s call it, happened as I made my best dash. My faeces came out, all into the pretty soaked nappy. “Shit,” I said, more in swearing and digust than describing it. Charging through the door and the cubicle, I lifted up the gown and saw the dark mess. No way I was able to change it myself–I didn’t even have my own uniform or bag with me–so the only option was to walk out to the nurse’s office, the icky poo sliding against my bum.

“Hello again Lauren,” the nurse greeted me.

“I…” I started, feeling rather embarrassed.

“Hop up on the table darling,” she pointed and I did so. The foul odour seem to increase the moment she untaped the used nappy. “Did you eat something expired today?”

“Just muffins and a banana,” I said, as she helped me roll over to clean my whole lower waist. Usually I hate it when someone else does this nappy change but this moment I was grateful she was wiping every inch clean.

“Well either of them must have giving you a slight diarrhoea,” she said, now changing my used tampon. Again, I was feeling brand new. Moments later, I was taped back up into a fresh nappy. “Hold on, take this so that your poo won’t be losen again. You don’t want to have another case of diarrhoea during an exam day.” Thanking her, I made my way back.


“Hey, you alright?” Sian asked as I plopped back on chair next to her. We were in a holding room for all students taking exams since our next one was due in 45 minutes.

“Stomach trouble,” I grumbled.

“Well you have your nappy on,” she commented as if that was a natural part of clothing.

“But a girl should be able to hold it till the loo.”

“Your dad’s ruling not mine.”

“Shall we revise?” I changed the subject and we got out our Geography notes to revise. Geography generally is easier than maths in my view, but with my period and the events of the last hour, it was a bit more difficult to cramp the facts into my head. Once back in the hall, we were re-checked for any marks on our bodies, silly move that was added along with the nappy and gown wearing–as if anyone would write anything given our humiliated state! Once more the call was made and everyone was frantically writing away–there were more questions in the same time period so that meant less time per question. This time, I didn’t even wee in a bit in my new nappy and no other girl pooped (or maybe they did but not enough to stink the room). Pens down, I heaved a sigh of relief since the next part was a longer break, one where we were allowed to get food.

“Hey Lauren, save me a seat will you? I need to get changed,” I noticed Sian had soaked the front part of her nappy. Nodding, I head for the cafeteria in my gown and nappy.

Short one, TBC.




The Wet Hostage

Warning: 1) Young girl. 2) Mentions wetting/urination, desperation.

It was suppose to be a normal school trip to the Middle East, a region filled of wonder and beauty as well as conflict. Our flight was slight delayed but soon enough we were all headed home. As it was an early morning flight, most of us were sound asleep. That is, until there was a commotion, which grew in volume. An eerie, accent voice came on the intercom announcing that they plane was hijacked!! I literally shot up in my seat as I saw masked men with submachine guns and pistols walking down the aisles instead of the flight attendants. We were all ordered to turn in all electronic devices and I regretably handed over my iphone which contained pictures of the sights we had visited. The plane turned sharply to the left and began to descend. Within minutes, land could be seen out of the window until the accented voice told all of us to close the shutters.

The plane did a hard landing but thankfully I remembered to put on my seatbelt before landing. Then came the errie accented voice. “You all will be allowed to disembark. All of you, except one person. We will take one hostage for a collateral. ” Immediately everyone started to mummur, wondering who it will be . “Silence!” The voice continued. “Everyone quiet, stay in your seats and look straight ahead.” I did so, trembling. Who would be picked? I surmised so sort of young and good looking person. But a boy or a gir…

“You,” I heard the same voice from the speakers and turned to see a masked man. “You, stand up!”

“Noo….” I cried not believing I was chosen.

“Mister, look she’s only a kid, pick someone…OW!!!” I turned to see my teacher Mrs. Seagger interjected only to receive a large blow on her head. “SHUT UP!! Girl, get up NOW!” With my feet trembling I did so and was yanked immediately my a second masked man.

“NO! Don’t take…OW! OW!!” My teacher was again struck on the head but before I could turn around, I was pushed towards the front of the aircraft. The accented voice was on the speakers again: “All passengers will now disembark. Slowly and no heroics. We will watching you.”  As I heard the movement of the passengers, I was turned around to face the masked men again.

“What’s your name girl?” The senior one asked.

“Catherine..” I mumbled more because of my fear of their looks and their weapons.

“Well Catherine,” he continued, now with a softer tone, “don’t be scared. We won’t hurt you, unless you try to resist. We will fly on to another airport where after a short while you will be released. OK?” I slowly nodded but didn’t expect the next part. “Tape her up, and watch things from here,” he ordered his companion.

WHAT?! My hands were yanked behind my back and I felt the feeling of thick duct tape surrounding them. “Ha…mmmmppph!” something cloth-like was jammed into my mouth and then I felt another sticky duct tape plastered over my lips. Before I could move any further, he knelt down and wrapped tape around my nylon-covered knees and ankles. Her further wrapped tape above and below my small breasts. With tape literally all over me, he lifted me up and carried me to front cabin. He buckled me in and said, “now stay here.” I certainly couldn’t move anyway; the tape was really tight!

A few minutes later, I felt the plane moved–we were flying off again! It made me even more apprehensive since they didnt say where we were heading. What if the hijackers/kidnappers didn’t keep their promise and left me in some deserted place? What if they threw me in some hell hole or fed me to some animals or evil people? Or worse what if they killed me?

As I thought about my fate, I then felt a signal from my bladder. Yeah, I drank alot of water, juice and soft drinks during the flight and the meals provided. As the plane continued move, I felt a stronger signal from my bladder and began to struggle against my bonds. Suddenly, the plane banked and started to descend. Well, that was fast I thought. And thankfully too. Hopefully they would release me and I would run straight for the toilet.

The land was even rougher than before. As the plane finally halted, my bladder pressure was unbearable. “MMMMpppp…” I groaned through my gag. One of the masked men appeared and asked, “WHAT?”

“Mmmm…..” I cried again and finally he peeled or rather yanked off the tape and took out the cloth. “Please, mister, can you let me use the toilet?”

“No, no way girlie. You want a quick escape,” he replied and attempted to replace the cloth. “Please, mis….mmmppph!!!!” He jammed the cloth back and taped it up. “Mmmmmppph…” I wailed but he disappeared.

Shit they wont even release me for a pee. I squeezed my legs tight together, knowing that wasn’t going to help but still did so. Please, please, please release me. Five minutes later, I felt that my bladder was really going to burst. “MMMMMMPHHHH!!!” I cried and the man reappeared.

“I said no.” He snapped but I continued to wail and give him  a pleading look. Finally, he reached down and cut away the tape around my knees and ankles. My hands were shortly freed. “Mmmp?” I said, pointing at my gag. “You don’t need your mouth to pee. Two minutes max.”

I scooted off but just as I got past the end of the cabin, my bladder gave way. Warm pee soaked my knickers and trickled down my tights. Oh SHIT SHIT SHIT! I thought silently as I pushed open the door to the cubicle. I had just managed to unclip my skirt and lower my undies as another lot of pee shot out. Oh man, I thought, I’m so embarrassed. Then again, it was that hijacker’s fault for not releasing me the first time. I cleaned up as best as I could but the stained undies and tights felt just terrible against my crotch.

“Good, you are back,” he said seeing me. “Accident?” I was still too embarrassed and in any case was gagged so I couln’t reply. Suddenly,”BANG! BANG! BOOM!!!” The air suddenly turned smoky and I gave a muffled yelp as I smelled pungent fumes. My body collapsed to the ground more from the odour rather than the ear-shattering explosions. Just over a minute later, I heard cries of “She here! Hostage safe!” The smoky air suddenly dissipated and my vision cleared to see many masked men with MP-5 submachine guns. One knelt down and gently removed the tape across my lips and eased out the soggy cloth.

“Are you ok Miss? Everything fine no..oh dear, looked like you had an accident,” the HRT man said, causing me to turn bright red all over.


Captivepenny: Detective Hammond Strikes out edited

‘Twas a dark and stormy night….. Actually it was a warm and sunny pre-fall afternoon, but who wants to read that as the first line in a story ?

‘Twas a dark and stormy night and Doctor Charlotte Webb, villainess extraordinaire, cackled with particularly fiendish glee as her henchlings secured two struggling captives inside the closet of a huge abandoned mansion. The girls were young, pretty and defiant even as they stood there in their slips and pantyhose, hands bound with rope.

The mad doctor exhorted his goons to tie them tighter, to that end they tied the girls’ hands over the closet bar then tied their knees and ankles together. They bound the hostages together at the waist so they stood back to back unable to help each other.

“There you are me proud beauties,” the Doctor purred venomously,” that should hold you until your fathers pay the ransom I’ve demanded.”

“You’ll never get away with this !” cried Penny Pendergast, daughter of Vincent Pendergast a wealthy oil magnate. ” My father will have your heads !”

“My father will hunt you down like dogs !” added Carol Crystalheart, daughter of Cavanaugh Crystalheart, the diamond merchant. ” Detective Lisa Hammond will get you !!”

The evil doctor leered at her two bound captives, ” I wouldn’t waste time waiting for the good detective to save you. My assistants have already taken care of her.”

Back at Hammond Investigations, Lisa Hammond struggled bound, gagged and tied to her desk chair, staring straight into the merciless face of a time-bomb that was winding itself down to zero. She had gotten maybe 5 steps inside her office when the goons jumped her and played a duet on her skull with billyclubs.

Lisa planted her feet firmly and kicked out, pushing the rolling chair hard into the little table by her desk. A tiny vase on top of it wobbled, but didn’t fall. She did it again and again. the vase tottered off the edge and smashed into a thousand pieces on the floor.

“Dammit Hammond,” Debra Duche snapped,” My mother bought me that vase !” The pretty secretary stood framed in the office doorway, entirely too long, a fact that the trussed up detective tried to make known past the layers of cloth tied over her mouth.

Debra crossed the room, got a broom and dustpan and calmly swept up the fragments as her erstwhile boos grunted around her gag, nodding desperately in the direction of the bomb squatting on her desk.

” I swear sometimes I don’t know why I put up with you sometimes.” she said wearily, dumping the bits into the trash can,” After all, I have feelings too, y’know ?”

Lisa let out a long plaintive moan. Debra looked at her, followed the jerking head toward the desk, saw the package of wired TNT and promptly fainted.

Doctor Webb stood on the balcony and watched a plume of flame rip the sky. She set down her binoculars and smiled,” So much for Detective Hammond.”

Penny and Carol winced at the sudden light intruding into their prison. Doctor Webb smirked at her two squirming prisoners as they stood there tautly bound and gagged. The pretty girls mmphed quietly behind their gags, tugging at the ropes.

‘Ah poor little girls,’ she purred,” Detective Hammond has had a rather explosive accident. Now no one can save you.” The girls mmphed in feverish protest as their captor closed the door once more.

“Dammit Hammond, I liked that office. ” Debra Duche said beating the dust from he battered pillbox hat, ” Was it absolutely necessary that you blow it up ?”

“If that bomb hadn’t gone off, Doctor Webb would have sent more goons to finish us off. She shouldn’t notice that it exploded a little later than it was set for. She’s probably busy dealing with her new cash cows.”

“I thought they locked her up in the loony bin after she kidnapped those two society dames.”

“They did. She escaped and kidnapped them again. The Doc hates unfinished business.”

“So why did she come after you ?”

“Because I busted her the last time, remember ? she wants me dead so this scheme can go off without a hitch.”

“And now you are dead.”

“Or so they think. The Doc will believe I’m dead, so now I can go after her and save those girls. She won’t suspect a thing.”

“I better go with you. Those goons jumped you pretty quick, ya know.”

“But this time they won’t know I’m coming. I’ll pick them off one by one, then I’ll deal with the Doctor.”

“So you want me to just hold down the office ?”

“Ha-ha. just lay low and wait for my call.”
Debra rolled her eyes, ” Sure whatever boss.”
“Good girl. Well I’m off.”

Detective Hammond leapt into her car and sped off. She pulled her hat down another notch and set her teeth grimly. The thought of that mad doctor holding those two innocent girls hostage filled her with angry resolve. Win or lose, Doctor Webb’s reign of terror would end tonight.

Hammond pressed the accelerator down harder as she drove down a country highway toward the Doctor’s last known hideout. She might have been an evil genius, but she was also predictable. this whole crime centred around her completing the failed abduction, so it was more than likely that she’d return to the exact same locations.

Last time the good doctor had his minions kidnap the girls right out of their bedrooms as they were getting ready for bed. Some chloroformed rags clamped over startled mouths had made them more pliable to being bound hand and foot and lowered out the window to a waiting vehicle. Once secured in the car trunk, the girls were taken to an old mansion on the south edge of town.

The house had been a centre of local legend. Everything from UFO sightings to cannibalistic ritual sex murders had supposedly taken place there at one time or another. The people in the area avoided the house like the plague, so it was perfect for holding two frightened socialites captive.

Detective Hammond urged her roadster to greater speed….

Penny and Carol struggled helplessly, futilely. The ransoms had arrived by a special courier, now since executed by the Doctor’s thugs, who no longer had any use for them. They were untied, except for their hands and escorted from their closet prison down into the cellar in the bowels of the mansion.

It was low roofed and dank, with cobwebs and a musty sour odour that seemed to crawl up their noses. The girls were forced across the hard dirt floor and made to lay down on two low wooden benches. the goons brought our fresh ropes and began tying them down tightly. Doctor Webb crossed the room to a dark corner and wheeled a dark grey device over close to where they were being bound.

” Relax, dear ladies.” The Doctor soothed,” Soon your troubles will be over. I’ve attached a timer to this device. Once we have made our escape, it will activate, filling this room with a deadly gas. If it’s any consolation to you, it’s allegedly painless.”

The girls fought the ropes pinning them, moaning and struggling for all their worth. It was less than useless, they had been securely fastened in this death trap. The goon binding Carol made a final knot.

“Excellent, no go gather my ransom and prepare the car. I want to be gone in less than five minutes.”

“Sure thing boss.” the thug replied and headed upstairs. Detective Hammond smacked the back of the goon’s head the moment it came into view. the goon collapsed into her arms and she dragged her into the kitchen. Lisa grabbed a coil of rope off the floor and tied the henchwoman hand and foot. She then pulled off her scarf, folded it into a thick band and tied it over the girl’s mouth.

“One down, two to go.” the detective whispered, patting her unconscious captive on the back. Lisa hefted her pistol, readied another coil of rope and a gag and hide herself once more.

Doctor Webb paced and glanced at the cellar door. Her assistant should have been back before now. The other goon looked at her nervously.

“You want me to check it out , Boss ?”

The doctor’s eyes narrowed as she looked at her two struggling captives, lying bound on their benches.

“Yes, why don’t you go do that …”

Lisa started as she heard the slow steady tread lurching up the cellar stairs. The pressed herself against the wall, the gun raised high to smash the goon’s skull. they came slowly, cautiously. Did the Doctor suspect something ?

Hammond risked a peek around the corner and saw the derby hat and trench coat. She slipped back and waited. The figure came through the door and around the corner. Lisa’s gun came down…

The girl slumped to the floor, her hat tumbling across the wood floor, revealing long blonde hair over an ugly purple bruise where the gun hit . A white cloth had been tied over her mouth, her hands were bound, hidden by the folds of the trench coat. Penny Pendergast lay unconscious at her feet.

Lisa raised her hands as the gun cocked behind her head. The real goon relieved her of her pistol and ordered the stunned detective back downstairs. Doctor Webb smirked at her as she entered the cellar at gun point. Carol whimpered under her gag.

“Well, well, well Detective Lisa Hammond “unkilled” by the time bomb.”

“Doctor Webb,” Lisa said evenly,” I knew you were behind all this. So why kidnap the same girls ? There are plenty of kids out there with rich parents for you to pilfer.”

“I’m well aware of that, but I hate unfinished business. These little hussies got away from me and YOU got me committed to an insane asylum. You kept me from my rightful money last time Detective, so now I’m getting even.”

” You’re a f@#@ing lunatic Doctor Webb.”

Doctor Webb froze, glaring at her with venomous hatred,” Tie the Detective to Penny’s bench. Make the ropes excruciatingly tight.”

Lisa laid own on the bench as she was ordered and put her hands together in front of her. No sense putting Carol in danger. the goon worked quickly; winding ropes, knotting them, repeating the performance. In moments the detective found herself helplessly tied alongside the girl she was trying to save.

“Comfortable ?” the Doctor asked lightly,” Good, then you can share these tramps fate. I’m going to gas you all !!”

“You’re still a lunatic doctor, whether we’re alive or dead !”
“GAG HER !!” the doctor shrilled.

The goon took out a white pair of panties from her pocket, folded it and stuffed Lisa’s mouth. The Detective garbled something angry at her, fidgeting in her bonds.

“Now go bring Penny back down here and see what happened to the other one. I want to be on the road in seconds.” the doctor ordered. The goon nodded and trotted upstairs. She returned with Penny over one shoulder and dumped her unceremoniously on her belly on the floor. she tied the still unconscious girl’s hands behind her back, bound her ankles and secured the gag.

Doctor Webb set the timer for six minutes and pressed a button. The machine leaped to life.

“There. I’ll leave you three to your gaseous end. If the idea of slowly suffocating to death seems too cruel, just take deep cleansing breaths. Good-bye forever, Detective !!!”

Doctor Webb laughed throatily and ran upstairs, slamming the door behind her. Lisa and Carol wriggled inside the ropes holding them, finding little purchase. Lisa twisted her hands back and forth inside the fat coils of rope. The goon had followed the Doctor’s orders too well however. Minutes ticked by.

The machine kicked into higher gear, a trickle of white gas rolled out, pooled on the floor and spilled out in all directions. A thick tendril of deadly fumes slithered across the dirt toward Penny.

The semi-conscious girl wrinkled her nose at the heavy sickly sweet odour. She moaned quietly behind her gag, hands flexing behind her back. Penny’s eyes flickered to life. The girl saw the fiendish gas flowing toward her and tried to jerk herself upright. The effort slapped her back down hard onto the floor, forcing air from her lungs. Instintively, the girl took in a deep breath and started choking.

The machine opened up full, blasting a fat cone of white doom across the floor. Penny moaned pitifully, trying to wrench herself upright, away from the floating, sliding death coming to embrace her.

the door flew open, feet pounded down the stairs. Lisa and Carol craned their heads in that direction. Debra duche stood framed in the doorway, pillbox hat tilted jauntily to one side, a gun in her right hand.

“Bet you’re glad I didn’t lie low aren’t you, Boss ?”

Doctor Webb and her goons sat bound and gagged against the far wall of the kitchen, looking more than a little unhappy. The bags of ransom money lay piled at their feet. Doctor Webb kicked one of the bags across the floor. The heroes laughed.

“How did you know where to find me ?” Lisa asked her secretary who sat filing her nails.

“Oh I hid in the trunk of you car. Once you went inside the house, i just followed you in.”

“And you didn’t let me know ?”

“Oh like you’d bother to notice me!”

“So anyway, ” Penny threw in,” could you tell us about the rescue ?”

” Sure thing, doll. I was hiding in the kitchen pantry when the boss here drags one of the Doctor’s goons in and ties her up, nice and tight. She’s waiting for the next one, but it ain’t her it’s Miss Pendergast dressed up like her, but the boss doesn’t see it and hits her anyway.”

“That part I remember.’ Penny said, rubbing the lump on her forehead.

“Sorry about that, kid.” Lisa said.

“No problem, Hammond I’ll just deduct my medical bills from your reward money.”

“Oh, thank you.”

“So anyway, the boss gets captured, right ? So I figured I’d wait and see if that wacky doctor would check on her other goon. Lo and behold, she sends up the other one. After she took Miss Pendergast downstairs she came up once more to untie her friend and I just beaned her over the head. The doctor came up afterwards and I nailed her too.”

“So what took you so long ? We could have suffocated down there.”

“Well i had to tie them up nice and tight so they wouldn’t get away…”

“And..” Carol asked.

“And I had to make an appropriately dramatic entrance.”

“Oh…. you… imposssible….” Lisa sputtered.

The authorities were summoned and Doctor Webb and her cohorts were arrested and put in maximum security. Detective Hammond got a fat reward from the girls’ fathers (minus Penny’s medical bills, she wasn’t kidding) and Debra Duche got a fat raise and her name added to the new office glass.

An Officer and a Gentleman

This story is linked to my story on KP Presents, titled “Under the Sea“.

Staring through  the binoculars, Lieutenant  Lauren Gooden announced, “Captain, recommend a slighter deviation to port,” she said.

Double checking, Commander Ramsey nodded and clicked on the intercom, “Conn, Bridge, right five degrees rudder”.

It was just in time as the submarine Invisible swung to starboard to avoid a collision with the sea obstacle. “Bravo Zulu Gooden. And great job overall,” he said.

“Thank You sir,” the 26 year old replied, starring again through the binoculars, though not looking at anything particular. Most of the others on the bridge of the surfaced submarine were scanning the harbour in search of their family members and love ones, but Lauren knew no one would be there for her. Just before she departed, her father and mother, both naval veterans, had a heated argued and divorced, moving out of the country to live separate cities overseas. Lauren’s last minute calls did nothing to save the situation. Her brother was still deployed overseas. As for love ones, she had…

“Dock 200 metres ahead,” the lookout announced. With that the might new sub eased into port. On command, sailors, from the most junior onwards rushed down into the arms of anxiously waiting family and friends. “Gooden, I know it’s been….”

“It’s ok sir,” Lauren said, switching off the last few systems. “I’m fine. See you at de-briefing.”

Finally exiting the attack sub, the navy’s first female navigator savoured the air as much as  she could when suddenly a familiar  figure  approached her. As he neared, he snapped to attention and said, “Permission to speak ma’am.”

“For you Warrant Officer Oates, it’s always granted.” Both Warrant Officer and Officer broke of the urge to hug each other, lest they face disciplinary charges. Relationships were forbidden between Officers and Ratings, and most definitely out of order between Warrant Officers and Officers and especially between ratings who are serving or have served under a junior officers. Kevin and Lauren fell under all those categories so they had to keep their year a a bit long relationship secret.

“Sorry I was late,” he said, both of them walking side by side, him half a step behind as per decorum. “I’m now posted to IntelCom, a bit further away,” referring to the Naval Intelligence Command.

“Oh bet it’s lovely over there.”

“Not as great as going out to seas, well under the sea,” he replied

“Oate…Kevin, I’ve told you it’s nothing special, just a normal job,” she replied, also returning the salutes of passing Able Seamen.

“Well now you back, it’s time to forget about it. Any plans this evening?”

“Not sure, we have a de-brief soon and a cheque through of stores and logs…” her voice was cut off by the shouts of many voices calling her name. Reporters, both of them noted. Lauren was still the national celebrity for a while.

“Well, come over when your done,” he said, passing her a folder. Drawing to attention, the 38 year old saluted his former boss and said, “Good to see you, ma’am.”

Lauren managed the countless questions before escaping to her office. Once in, she opened the folder to find a note stating  Kevin’s home address and the time for dinner. Ever since they started their secret relationship, all their meals had been out in  restaurants. Now it’s a home cooked meal. Nothing wrong and surely something nice to look forward too, she thought, though not knowing it would be more than that…

8 pm that evening….

Lauren rushed through the underground ticket barriers, bounded up the steps and rush through the streets, swearing for the first time in all her years. Pushing the doorbell of the given address, she straightened her uniform and stared at her watch. “I’m so so sorry, the debrief and everything took longer than usual. Then my car broken down…”

“It’s ok. Come in, dinner’s all ready.” Sliding off her her one-inch navy issued heels, she entered Kevin’s flat for the first time. It was like entering a Tudor setting but with a modern twist. The living room revealed the odour of scented candles which reminded her of her cousin’s beauty shop. It was enchanting and everything that she loved…

Dinner was another surprise: baked pork chops with fried, not wilted vegetables and a sweet potato and potato mash. “Oh, Kevin’ this is my favourite meal! How did you know that?”

“You did seem to enjoy pork the other time we went out so it was a wild guess,” she said, pouring her a glass of wine. Another favourite wine of hers she noted.

“Cheers,” they both said and began their talk-and-eat sessions that happened before. As she placed her cut pieces of meat in her mouth, the Warrant Officer Class 2 could not help but stare at her beauty. Blonder golden hair now flowing down to her shoulders, ample bosom, not too skinny frame…

Dessert was a chocolate sponge cake laced intentionally with booze and her continued to pour her yet another glass. “Mmmm…” she said savouring the spoonful of chocolate. “How I miss this after months on frozen food.”

With out warning, both plate and girl were lifted up and guided to the nearby sofa. Feeding her till finished, a DVD of both their favourite musical was clicked on and Lauren tucked her stocking legs together, hugging her lover as they watched. Suddenly, as the scene shifted to dancing, he brought her up and both of them started prancing around the small room, hands and lips locked together. Without her heels, she was now at her full 155 cm while he stood at least 20 cm taller.

Lauren, slight intoxicated and weary from the days events suddenly noticed the change of setting. “We’re in your bedroom.” It was a statement. His  bed room, unlike the  rest of the flat, was simply decorated, mostly filled with framed up certificates and medals from  his navy career.

“Uh, yes,” he said, not knowing her next response.

“Are you  imply that we should sleep together?” she asked, moving a bit away, then noticing tat it was way past eleven. The last train back home would be leaving soon.

“Uh, no Lieutenan…Lauren. It wasn’t…”

“Kevin Oates, give me a straight answer, given our relationship. Did you want to me to sleep with you?”

His eyes flickered ad he said, “No, it wasn’t my….”

“I’ll leave then. Thank you for the dinner.” However, something glued her to the spot and she just couldn’t move at all. What happened next was again the meeting of their lips. Then their bodies met and Lauren felt the full muscular frame of his enveloping her. This was unlike previous relationships where the man  just squashed her boobs. It was entering a new dimension.

He moved first and his fingers reached for the buckle and zip of her work skirt. Just has he un-did the the buckle, she pulled away. “Uh, we have to set a rule.”

“Rule?” oh no, was this going to be…

“Kevin, ok, you’re a terrible liar and I love you still. But I don’t want, I definitely don’t want to have sex before marriage. At all.” She emphasised the last two words.

Starring at the short officer, he immediately responded, “That was my my rule too. Strict abstinence. But sleeping…”

“We can. I guess you really want me…”

They interlocked again and this time, her skirt fell off to reveal her white knickers and dark tights underneath—naval regulations all adhered too. “Wow,” was his gasp. “Ok, we’re this far,” she said. “You take off yours and I’ll take off…”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, responding to orders like he did since he joined the service at sixteen. In a couple of minutes, he was down to his  grey boxer shorts while she had only removed her hosiery.

“No tattoos?” She just asked  using two words, her heart beating rapidly now.

“I’m not that sort of sailor,” he simply replied, his heart to racing. This was really beyond  all those days of nightclubs and false loves…

“Thanks, darling,” she said and they embraced again, moving to the side of the double bed.

Hesitating again, he asked another question, “I guess this is your sleeepwear?”

“Are you asking me to remove my bra and  expose my breasts for you?”


“You’ve got to be more confident, sailor,” she laughed. “Turn around, eyes closed.” He obeyed and hardly heard any sound. When told to turn back, the 26 year old was tucked into bed, her 34B cup cleavage just poking out under the warm duvet.

“This is what you get, Mister Oates,” dropping the informal method of addressing Warrant Officers.

“It’s perfect. May I?”

“You may,” and his two hands stroked the top of her breasts. He was as aroused as any male could be but remembered their pact and only just continued to kiss her. They both soon fell asleep, more so from the bodily warmth of each other than the warm of the duvet. Three more times during the night they turned to kiss each other and he to stroke her breasts…

8 am the next morning…

Lauren stirred and yawn. “Morning, ma’am,” the voice of Kevin got her eyes opened.

“Kevin, if you call me ma’am one more time  outside office hours, I’ll bust you back to Able Seamen by order,”s she croaked, her mouth dry.

“You can’t do that ma’–Lauren,” he replied, knowing the rules. “How was your sleep?”

This brought the Lieutenant awake? Was there any sex last night? Did he….no, I don’t think so…he read her thoughts and said, “don’t worry, I did wear protection last night.”

“Oh,” she replied then suddenly felt the urge. “Where’s your bathroom?”

“Down that way.” He didn’t move. “Kevin, we’re not at that stage yet for me to show you my….” she didn’t say the word. Hearing him sighing, he left the the room. Grabbing her uniform and underwear minus her tights, she  found the place and  let out a long stream of pee….

It seemed at he had laid out out everything in the bathroom  for her as she turned off the tap, looking at the range of towels to choose from, the hairdryer plugged in, and even feminine deodorants and some bottles of perfume. He planned everything, she thought, angry and yet happy for this new boyfriend.

With her underwear oh she buttoned the first button of her work blouse but then stop short and saw her herself in the mirror. The blouse and skirt was all wrinkled from last night’s love making. While it was the weekend, thsi was the only clothes she had and damn if  she was going to walk the streets in such attire.

“Hey, you forgot this,” Kevin appeared outside, handing her her tights. “Thanks, do you have have an  ironing board I could use?”

“What… uniform. Of course. But first breakfast, I bet you you are starving. I am,” With her pocketing her tights in her pocket, she followed him to the dining table. Breakfast appeared to be everything: A Full Fry up, cereals of all kind, at least three of juices and  two pots. “Kevin, I’m not a pig you know. I’ll probably need to workout if you give me all this.”

“Just pick anything you want sweetie,” he said.

She chose her favourite of scrambled eggs and bacon. Mid-way through the meal she stopped and asked, “Kevin, we were almost naked last night. Did your um ah…”

“Ask you asked if I ejaculated?” He used the word.


“I told you I was wearing protection. Nothing to worry about,” he resumed drinking his coffee.

“Kevin….” she pleaded, “I don’t want to be preg…”

“It’s ok dear. Unless you want to look at my used condom? Why are you so hesitant about saying the words?”

She looked down at her cup of tea and pondered. He’s probably telling the truth.

They resumed they breakfast and once the dishes were cleared, she asked for the ironing board again. “Follow me.” She did so and just as she was about to open the closet indicated, he turned  her around pulled her to kiss.

“Kevv… stop it!”

“Why darling? It’s just a kiss…”

“Kevin…you are a such a….” her voice was cut off as he  half kiss and  and half sucked her lips. In a swift motion, her started to unbutton her blouse and in no time it came off yet again. “Ke…” he continued to kiss her and her skirt dropped off. “Now, wasn’t that helpful?”

“Kevin! ” She punched him, albeit softly in the shoulder. “You really can’t control yourself.”

They both started arguing over this but finally stopped. The iron and ironing board came out and the non-com gladly ironed the officer’s uniform. Lauren soon got dressed including her tights and shared another kiss before departing.

New Detention Method

New Detention Method

By: Claire Harrison

At Raddelborn Grammar School, the behaviour of students, both boys and girls were extremely appalling for several years. Recently, however, things have improved drastically. Grabbing my usual equipment, I passed through the school gates to learn the reasons for the change.

“It came about by accident really,” noted the Principal Mr. Thorborn. “One of our teachers had read a fiction book about house arrests where the prisoner was still cuffed while under house detention. I happened to view the book on his desk and after one huge staff meeting, the idea can into effect”.

‘The idea’ was instead of writing lines, doing extra work or chores, students would be physically restrained in locked room, monitored by teachers. Various equipment such as cloth, rope, handcuffs, leg irons and even plastic ties are used, depending on the type of offence and number of times. For example, a student late for school three times would be bound with rope and cleave gagged, while vandals would get a hog tie with handcuffs and a stuff gag. “The worst punishment?” I asked the Head of Discipline, Mr. Vanu. “Oh, we keep the student really chained and gagged and even hooded till evening, checking every hour or so.” After the punishment, students are made to write a page of how they felt during the punishment and how they would not commit the offence again.

I caught up with two girls and two boys which have been through the “detention” at least once. “I thought it wouldn’t be much,” admitted Marianne Sturman, Year 7. “But once the restraints encircled your wrists and ankles, you really remembered those few hours forever.” “My hands couldn’t move after I was released from the cuffs,” said Patrick Hayes, Year 8, who was caught looking at his friend’s script during an examination. “I couldn’t figure out what to write after that and nearly got another hour of it.” Lilly Haliwell, the same year as Patrick, was not so lucky. She was always a rebel and was finally caught hacking the school computers and contaminating the chemistry lab. A hog tie with a thick underear gag for five hours was her punishment and she had to write double the account afterwards. “Look even the wrist marks are still there!” she said, half sobbing. Her parents, on learning about her actions, spanked her daily and grounded her for the rest of the term afterwards.

What about the teachers? Surprisingly, only one out of the dozen I managed to interview was uncomfortable about it. “You’ll be surprised how parents and other school heads wrote to us after hearing the results,” Mr. Thornborn continued, showing me a report. Offences had dropped from ninety nine cases a term to less than two every school semester. Grades of each year had dramatically improved.

“What about the dangers?” I queried.

I was handed another ring file which detailed the exactly procedures. After each individual’s offence has been noted, it is matched with the guidelines determined by the discipline committee, which includes three parents. The student is notified of the detention (which is on the same day) and directly after school. It takes precedence over all other activities which still must be undertaken later and time is allowed for lunch to be digested. The school hires a local doctor to give the student a check-up and should there be any problems, the restraining is scheduled later.

The room can accommodate at least 80 students, all who are either on the floor, bound to a chair or the wall. It isn’t that well ventilated to cause more discomfort but there is some flow of air. Since students have to be there for a period of time, they are forced to wear cheap disposable nappies first before being roughly bound and gagged. Those on the floor are not to touch each other and hence are allowed to roll around in a certain area. Those to the chairs don’t get much comfort as the chairs have their cushions removed and they feel the hard-wooden frame on their bums. Those against the wall feel varying temperatures as the wall is electronically heated. Teachers patrol the room and there have been very few cases of students falling sick halfway. For more humiliating purposes, each student is filmed with the film showed to the class the next day and the student forced to keep it forever.

I don’t know what came over me but I blurted out, “Could I try?” “Why not,’ Mr. Thorburn replied and added, ‘In fact, there’s a student facing her first but biggest offence today. Want to meet her?”

16 year old Leanne Choon, who was my height and build had three cases of plagiarism, three cases of exam cheating and three cases of truancy against her. I couldn’t get much out of the sullen girl, who kept her head bowed as Mr. Vanu held her. “Oh, since you’re with us, why don’t you try the girls uniform. There should be some spares.” Being just under five feet and small, I guess school uniforms wouldn’t outgrow me. I stepped out of my slacks and top into a blouse, skirt which reached just a third a way below my waist, thick black tights and flat-heeled shoes. I was half shocked as Vanu grabbed me too.

The medical check-up was fast and well a little rough. It was practically almost a strip search and a look up at our medical history. The nappies came next and I struggled to get them on. Immediately, I was grabbed and pushed to my knees. A hand pinched my nose and I felt a silky material being rammed into my mouth. I half gagged on it and instinctively used my tongue to force it out. That was impossible as a leathery substance held it into place. Out of the corner of my eye, Leanne was already gagged and that was the last I saw of her as an opaque hood was tightened over me.

Next, the real restraining began as my wrists and ankles were encased in steel. Next was still another surprise as two thick bands—it had to be a long plastic tie or strong nylon—was wrapped above and below my C cup breasts, causing them to stand out. Ouch. The finishing touches were the chain forming the hog tie and straps around my knees.

“Ok, Claire roll but if you move further that you’re suppose to, you’ll know.” That meant that if I rolled out of my designated space, I would feel the hard shoes of the monitoring teacher. After a few minutes, it seemed better to remain still but with the tight restraints, that made hardly any difference in terms of comfort. Lying on my side seemed to be the best but the hogtie chain was really inflexible and my muscles were aching terribly. Suddenly I heard, “All girls, lie facing the ground.” With my breasts already emphasized with the straps, that meant more torture for them as they felt the roughness of the floor.

Time passed as the gags were really effective as I could barely heard the grunts of the nearby victims. Suddenly, I was yanked up from my position. “We’re letting you try the chair,” came the remark. The hogtie was removed and I was carried over a shoulder. I expected to be placed down on the hollow chair and described but instead felt someone yanking my skirt and tights. My hot nappied butt felt the coolness of air before the hard frame of the chair came next. More straps came across my chest and ankles, making sure that I could not move at all.

It was like another one and half hours before I was lifted out of the chair. Despite the hood, I knew my butt was now red and marked with the frame of the chair. The wall as the last and it was not simply placing one against the wall. My arms and legs were spread out in a spread-eagled position, holding me against the concrete wall. As described, the wall’s temperature fluctuated. Finally, I was unchained and the hood was removed. It was like close to six o’clock and I had been in restrains and various positions for four hours. My nappy was a little soaked from sweat and my urine and I could hardly move my limbs to rub back the circulation. That however, was performed by a kind teacher.

“Want to write the detention report?” Vanu asked. I nodded and was ushered to another room. My hand took at least ten minutes to form the first word but I managed to write something worthy of a journalist in the time allocated. “That’s a pass,” Vanu remarked and finally my gag was removed. The stuff was a silky underwear which was unrecognizable. “Ow,” I finally said as I rubbed my jaw. “That really does teach one a lesson.”

I met up with Leanne who was full of tears and just wouldn’t move from the spot. “Come on, it’s over,” I said. “No-o,” she sobbed, “this is the beginning. My parents are going to give me more hell tonight.” I finally managed to coax the girl as we changed back into our knickers. “Oh,” Vanu said, passing me a disc. “For memories sake.”

It was a punishment I’ll never forget alright.

%d bloggers like this: