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 (British English) would help a student concerntrate more and prevent any cheating/plagiarism during examinations.

The senior management board has evaluated this policy and discussed it 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 urniation and only for defeaction. 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 ours 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 explusion 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 fund for parents to buy such nappies.

Changing at school: Will be performed by the school nurse and only the school nurse.

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 defeaction during the exam.

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

(Principal)

 

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 other bras are allowed. Non lacy and non silk.

Blue skirt no less than three inches above knees

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

Dark Blue Tights (40 Denier during spring to early autumn, 70 Denier during cold/winter months)

Flat heeled school shoes

Sports uniform:

School issued shirt/tank top

White coloured or beige coloured sports bra (non T or Y backed)

sports skirt/shorts

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

socks (school issued)

trainers

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

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

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Dear Principal Seager,

I have read, with much suprise, 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

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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. Demrit 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 andmaybe 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.

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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 the 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.

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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 ontop 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/pantyhose 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. 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 siad 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 teach 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 out on 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.

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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.

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“Rachel 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 Rachel 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 tea and a few muffins. “Do eat them dear; you need the strength. Good luck!”

Rachel 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 on their bodies, hair clips, scrungies, earrings, watches everything. 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,” Rachel replied, unclipping 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. Rachel 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. Rachel 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.

Rachel 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!” Rachel 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 Rachel 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, Rachel 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 stomach 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.

“WHAT THE HELL?!”

***

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 musuem,” 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 unides.

“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 shap 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 didn’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 carpark 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?

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 sandwhich 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 diahorrea 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 bumb 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 quizz 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.”

“What…”

“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 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 stomache 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 ddidn’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 seem 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 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.”

“Uh…”

“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.

“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 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.

“What?”

“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.”

“Why?”

“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.”

“No!”

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

“Wear”

“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.

“Yes.”

“But…”

“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.

“What?”

“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 infantiising 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, almost all of them are in nappies, only one or two are not and they quickly get whisked to the nurse’s office. One by one, they hand me their uniforms, bra, tights and toes in the clear plastic bag in exchange for a 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,” Wingfiled

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.”

“Wh…y…”

“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.”

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.

THE END.

Captivepenny edited: Detective Hammond Strikes out


‘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.

GDIT edited: Sleepover Hostages


My sixteenth birthday was approaching and what should have been a landmark birthday was marred by the fact that it was also my first birthday without dad who was away in Russia. Mum did her best to make the day as special as she could but although none of us said anything I know we all felt there was something missing.

In the evening mum treated us all to a meal at Solihull’s top Italian restaurant. We got home around 9:30 and checking my texts I squealed again “Oh wow. Joanna’s coming down to see me this weekend. That’s so mega. Excellent! I can’t wait to introduce her to all my new friends; they are going to love her. Hey mum, do you think I could have a slumber party Friday night? Have a few of the girls over from school?”

 “I don’t know about that, I don’t mind Joanna being here, she’s a sensible responsible girl but I’m not to sure about you having a party, not when I won’t be here.”

Shoot! In my excitement I’d forgotten that mum had to go down to London Friday to sort out our old flat. A few days ago the estate agent had rung to say he now had a buyer and mum was going up to take care of the paperwork in person. She’d arranged to stay over night with Dad’s sister and wasn’t coming back until late Saturday afternoon. After much convincing and promising that I’ll look after Catherine, my younger sister, or Cate, she agreed.

 I was excited now, I hadn’t seen Joanna since we’d moved from London to Solihull, though I e-mailed her often and tried to speak to her on skype at least once a week. Jo’s family had lived in the same apartment building as us and we’d been inseparable for over 10 years. She was three months older than me and subsequently had been a year above me all through school, now while I was struggling with school she was in the first term of Beauty college. In many ways Beauty college was Joanna’s calling, she’d always been far more feminine than me, constantly experimenting with make up and hairstyles. I wondered idly what she’d look like when I saw her on Friday.

 Friday came and I was extremely excited both about the sleepover and seeing Jo. The house had been a bustle of activity that morning, mum had been getting ready to catch the train to London. There was a bus stop round the corner from the school, I searched through my purse and managed to scrape together just enough change for a single child’s fare to the bus station. The buses were just unloading their passengers when I got there. Desperately I searched through the crowds for a familiar face, but I couldn’t see Joanna anywhere. Where could she be?

A voice in my ear made me jump “Alright Chelle?” I swung round and there was Joanna stood behind me holding a big green rucksack, a stupid grin on her face. We hugged and kissed each other on both cheeks, and then we both took a step back and looked each other up and down.

“Chelle, you better change out of that the instant we’re at your house.” My friends always called me Chelle, alright my parents used Michelle while Cate used Mich.

I blushed, I’d momentarily forgotten I was still in my school uniform – a blue blazer, white blouse, and pleated dark blue knee length skirt along with black tights and black loafers – certainly I didn’t look anywhere near as cool or as beautiful as Joanna. She was wearing a stonewashed blue denim jacket over a pink crew neck t-shirt with ‘Miami’ in white letters across the chest, a figure hugging red lycra mini skirt, blue tights and pink mid-calf boots. Her hair was a mass of golden blonde curls loose about her shoulders, a floppy fringe hanging down over her eyes. At 177cm Jo was much taller than I was but I felt the same age as Catherine stood next to her.

 “You like?” she asked giving me a little jokey twirl “I should hope so, this outfit cost me a small fortune. Feel my tights, go on, feel ’em.” She lifted one leg and I reluctantly stroked it, it felt so incredibly soft. “Very nice” I admitted. “Pure 100% silk” She said proudly “But that’s nothing. You remember I was always scared of getting my ears pierced? Well…” She reached up with magenta nails and brushed her hair back behind her ears, large gold hoops hung from each lobe and there was an additional stud in her upper left ear.

 “Wow!” I gasped “Are they real? What happened?” Jo laughed “Beauty school happened, that’s what. We did piercing in class a few weeks ago and I agreed to let the teacher demonstrate on me” she indicated the stud in her left ear “Once I’d had this one done I realised there was nothing to be frightened off so the very next day I went out and got my lobes done too.” I absently fingered the silver studs in my own ears as I explained to Joanna that had no money for the bus back to home.

“Don’t sweat it Chelle”, she laughed “I’m working four nights a week at a cinema near the college, it’s good pay too. I think I can swing to a taxi.” Joanna hoisted her rucksack up onto her back and followed me through the station to the taxi rank.

The taxi driver was listening to Radio Solihull and I shushed Joanna when the 5 o’clock news came on, my attention caught by the lead news item.”Excuse me could you turn the radio up a moment please” I asked, the driver did so and I listened carefully to the remainder of the item.”… the man who is believed to be armed and highly dangerous remains at large after escaping from prison this morning. He is described as Caucasian, over 6 feet tall with a bald head and black beard. He was last seen wearing blue jeans and a black t-shirt, there is a scar down his left cheek and a tattoo of a heart with ‘mum’ written across it on his lower right arm. Residents of Solihull are warned not to approach this man but to call the police immediately if they think they see him. In other news….”

 Joanna giggled nervously. “Oh great so there’s an armed maniac on the loose in Solihull is there? And to think people say London is dangerous.” I shrugged “I wouldn’t worry about it. He’s probably well out of the area by now.” Still I couldn’t help worrying. What if Cate had run into the man on her way home? She could be his hostage now, or worse…

 I unlocked the front door and showed Jo inside. Cate’s jacket was hanging on the end of the banister while her ankle boots lay discarded on the floor just inside the door. I called out to her but she didn’t reply. Taking Joanna’s denim jacket I hung it up in the hallway alongside my school blazer. Joanna sat down on the stairs, resting her rucksack against the wall, and pulled off her pink boots. Kicking off my own school loafers I prepared to go upstairs and change into something a little more comfortable. First though I pointed Joanna in the direction of the kitchen and urged her to go and fix herself something to eat and drink. Halfway up the stairs Joanna called me back “Err…Chelle, I think you’d better come and see this” There was a nervousness to her voice that I hadn’t heard before so I turned round and walked back down the stairs.

“What’s the problem, Jo?” I asked “Spider in the kitchen?”

“No, look.”

I gave an involuntary gasp as I followed her finger. In the far corner of the kitchen, half hidden behind the table was Cate. She lay on her side her back to us, apparently unconscious, still dressed in her black T-Shirt and trousers, white pop socks on her feet. We could tell she hadn’t just fainted but her wrists and ankles were bound with plastic ties. I rushed up and knelt over her, saw that duct tape had been wrapped around her head and mouth, what was more her cheeks were swollen under the tape as if something had been stuffed into her mouth before the gag were applied.

Cate lay so still I was worried she might have choked on her gag but she let out a low moan and I knew that though only just conscious she was alive. Before I could do anything however I heard a gruff voice behind me.

“Okay missy, that’s enough. Stand up and turn round slowly.”

Terrified I did as I was told, and came face to face with a bald, bearded man wearing jeans and a black t-shirt. He sported a scar down his left cheek and had his right arm locked around Joanna’s neck, an arm that proudly displayed a ‘daggar tattoo. A pistol with a silencer was pressed against her head.

“You!” I said recognising him straight away from the description on the radio “You’re the man who escaped from prison.”

“That’s me” he retorted.

“What are you doing in our house?” I demanded a bravado to my voice which I really did not feel. At the same time I was walking slowly towards the man though I had no idea what I hoped to achieve.

“Don’t sweat it kid, I ain’t looking to hurt no-one, yet” His words made me flinch, I hate people using double negatives like that. I wondered what he meant by that but a moment later I found out. Releasing his hold on Joanna’s neck he pushed her towards me

“Catch your friend.”

Joanna skidded across the kitchen, her silk tights slipping against the well polished linoleum floor and tumbled into my arms nearly toppling us both over. I held my friend tightly, looked into her frightened eyes, she was almost in tears. “Don’t you dare cry” I whispered “You’ll ruin your mascara” she laughed at that and I knew if I could show I was calm she’d be okay.
“Catch,” The guy said, and I caught a small bundle. Insider were plastic ties and a roll of tape. Secure your friend like I did to the little one,” he ordered.I  considered defying him but what good would that do? The both of us would probably shot or injured by him. At least while we were awake we had a fighting chance.

Joanna seemed to read my mind “Best do as he says Chelle” She whispered. Turning so her back was to me she crossed her hands behind her back and offered them up to me. Reluctantly I wrapped the plastic ties around her slender wrists. “No, another tie around her wrists,” he said, the gun pressed against me. Thus, Jo’s hands were bound with the ties in a cross like manner.

 “Now, catch this, lass,” he said and I felt something cotton-like in my hands. It was one of my own knickers.

 “You pervert. What are you doing with my underwear?” I asked.

 “It’s what you’ll be doing hun. Now, stuff thme in your pretty friend’s mouth.”

 “What???!!! You’re sick. No!” This I’ll definitely not do.

 He calmly shifted his aim towards my sister and that did it. “Ok, ok, you win. I can’t believe I’m doing this. Sorry, Jo,” I said as I raised my own undies to her lips.

 “All the way in” he ordered sharply. “Uh-Uh” the man reprimanded twirling his index finger in a clockwise direction as I plastered a piece of tape, condemning my friend to sucking my own under “Right round the head, just like I did with Blondie there” He indicated the still unconscious Cate. Lifting as much of Joanna’s curly blonde hair out of the way as possible I pulled the tape round against the back of her neck, then up onto her cheek again and across the first layer so her mouth was covered not once but twice. Although I succeeded in keeping most of Joanna’s hair out of the way of the tape I unfortunately managed to snag one of her large hoop earrings and it became trapped against her left cheek.

“Okay, that should be enough” I felt relieved when the intruder stopped me and cut the tape from the roll. “Wait, don’t tell me you gagged Cate with my underwear too?” I remarked.

 “Nah, that’s only for you teens. I used a piece of cloth.” That was some comfort.

 “Well, I guess it’s my turn now is it?” I asked annoyed that my voice was so obviously full of fear. “

 He sneered “Put your hands behind your back.” I did as I was told but before he could even begin to tie me the doorbell rang. The man froze “Who’s at the door?” he demanded.

I had a fairly good idea it would be one of the other girls I’d invited over but I wasn’t going to tell him that “I-I don’t know. I can’t see from here”.

“Very funny” The man grabbed me roughly by the arm and pressed the pistol against my back “Let’s go and see shall we.”

‘The Intruder’ marched me back out into the hall and up to the front door. Through the frosted glass I could make out at least two figures on the far side of the door and for a moment my heart soared. Could it be the police? Had someone seen the man enter our home and reported it?

 “Who are they?” he hissed As I’d feared it was the girls I’d invited to my sleepover. They must have met up on the way over. It seemed I had no choice but to tell the truth.

“They’re friends of mine. They’re here for a slumber party”

“A slumber party? Like a sleepover you mean? So their parents think they’re spending the night here?”

I realised then I’d said the wrong thing. If everyone thought my friends were spending the night here there was no way any of us were going to missed before morning at the very earliest. On the other hand if I sent them away it might have aroused suspicions.

Sure enough he seemed to have come to the same conclusion. “Best let them in then.” he whispered “Careful though, no tricks. Remember I’ve got two hostages in the kitchen and I will hurt them if I have to.”

Forcing myself to smile I opened the door “Hi girls, glad you could all make it.”

Jenn was first through the door. She was wearing a white denim jacket, orange shoulder strap top, cropped navy blue jeans and white trainers with white ankle socks, an orange head scarf covered her close cropped hair. Behind her was Lin 166cm tall and growing taller. She also has the most vibrant infectious personality, you can’t help but like her. This evening she’d tied her hair in a French plait. Lin was wearing a black leather bomber jacket, a low cut yellow t-shirt and a red tartan mini skirt. Her legs were sheathed in red nylons and a pair of black open toed strap ups added a good 10-15cm to her height.  Leanne was behind her Last but not least there was Leanne, whose black hair is not as long as Lin’s but still falls a good 20-25 centimeters below her shoulders. Tonight her hair was loose, tucked back neatly behind her ears. She wore a white hooded fleece over a white vest, a khaki skirt and a pair of black calf high slouch boots. At 173cm she was the tallest of the trio.

I ushered the girls into the hall. Accepting the wrapped presents each gave me and placing them on the telephone table.

“Why have you still got your uniform on Chelle?” Jenn asked “I thought you’d be dressed up to the nines and ready to party.” She pronounced the last word part-ay.

The front door slammed shut making us all jump “Hello” said a voice. The girls turned around and Lin and Jenn screamed with fright as they recognised the man who stood behind them pointing his pistol at us. “Okay ladies, let’s move it, through to the kitchen if you please.” With me leading the way we walked through the hall to the kitchen where we found Cate and Jo back to back, with Jo trying to peel off Cate’s gag.

 “Thought you be trying to do that, girl,” he sneered, using his feet to pry them away. He then opened up his back pack and motioned to Jenn and Lin. “Ok, shortie and you, on the floor, hands behind your back.” Leanne and I were then given similar material to bound our friends. Yet again, the escaped convict produced several pairs of my knickers for us to stuff their mouths. He must have raided my cupboard and the laundry. Pevert, Super Pevert, I thought, as I regrettably gagged my friend. Leanne was then finally trussed and gagged.

“Can I expect any more visitors this evening?” He asked. I shook my head, offering up a silent prayer that mum was safe.

“Chelle is it? Is that what your friend called you?”

“My friends call me Chelle” I corrected him trying to maintain the façade that I wasn’t scared “You may call me Michelle”.

“Alrighttt… Michelle, You’re friends may be pretty and dressed up, but you’re hot. Now, let’s go upstairs to your room shall we?”

 The gun told me all I needed to know. Still, As I was forced up, I muttered, “Your quite a perverted person, using my knickers as gags.”

 The gun was pushed against my back, “Silence, or you’ll get it”. I obeyed.

 In my room, I was forced to my knees and like my sister and unsuspecting friends, he drew out one of my black bikini knickers and stuffed it in my mouth, sealing it with tape. What came next was a surprise: Instead of trussing me up, he reached behind and struck me on my neck. I saw stars and fell unconscious.

 My eyes were cloudy and finally my eye sight returned, only to see a pitch blackness. “Mmmmpph” I cried, realising that I was still gagged. I attempted to move, but something was crushing my arms, which seemed pinned behind my back. Half a minute later, I discovered that I was in some sort of trunk, my wrists and ankles bound behind my back with the plastic ties he used on my sister and friends.

 I’m not claustrophobic or anything but being  trapped in the space was too much for me.

“MMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHPmmmPPP!!” I cried many times. All of a sudden, as if my cries were heard, clicking noises broke through my screams and  suddenly the top popped open, revealing faces.

“It’s alright missy, we’re the police,” one began and slowly, I was helped out of what finally appeared to be a car’s boot—my mother’s car. As I was freed, the story was related to me. Cate was the one who somehow managed to reach her mobile and call the police, yelling through her gag. All of them were freed and it appeared that the convict used my mom’s car as a getway vehicle, hiding my unconscious body inside the trunk.

 The guy somehow was never found and while the case remained  open, my friends and i made up for the “interruption” by having a proper sleepover several weeks after.

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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?”

“Uh…”

“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…oh..you 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.

“Uhh…”

“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 was 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 Arrest where the prisoner was still cuffed while under house detention. I happened to see 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 a set aside room, monitored by teachers. Various equipment such as cloth, clean underwear (donated by the students), 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 an underwear 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, caned 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 99 cases a term to less than 2 every two 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 feeling 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 out grow me. I stepped out of my slacks and top into a blouse, skirt which reached just a third a way below my waist, black tights and flat healed 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 diapers 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 diapered 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 diaper 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.

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