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By cute little kokiri girl · Posted
Jessica’s Daddy. By derry. Chapter 1: For her first 10 years Jessica seemed to be in a typical 1950s household. Her mother stayed at home. Her father went out to the office. On Saturday s her father also spent lots of time on the Golf Course. Jessica’s Mummy did all the housework, except for the little bits the child did to help. Several times Daddy got cross and shouted at Mummy when meals were late or slightly different to what he wanted. Jessica was a clever child. She had mixed feelings about what she wanted to be. She quite liked Enid Blyton’s George and Jo March. But she also loved the idea of going to a boarding school. She thought that girls who went to such schools had an exiting time and lots of adventures. Jessica also noticed how much her Daddy had NOT liked her Aunt Jane. Jessica had actually sometimes seen her Aunt during school holidays when her Daddy was at work. This was because her Mom rather liked her husband’s sister Her Daddy told her that they could not afford school fees. Jessica noticed that her father got most of what he wanted. He had an expensive car, the very best suits, and subscription to the most exclusive Golf and Tennis clubs. Just after her 11th birthday everything changed for Jessica. Later that summer holiday she was allowed to go with her parents to look at different boarding schools and she had a real choice about which one she went to. When Jessica came home at half term things had changed. Daddy did not ever shout at Mummy. Jessica had noticed that although her Mummy did some of the housework wearing trousers she had rarely worn them in front of Daddy. Now things had changed. During the half term holiday, and every other time Jessica went home, her mother wore trousers more often than skirts or dresses. In those days, the late 1950s and early 1960 women did not usually wear trousers in England. Even more surprisingly Daddy always washed the dishes and did a lot or ironing. He NEVER went to play golf. Oh and Aunt Jane had move in to a flat quite nearby. Sometimes when her Mummy seemed to be cross with Daddy either Jessica was asked to go to see Aunt Jane or Mummy picked up the telephone and Aunt Jane arrived. When this happened Aunt Jane took him by the hand and he followed her. Jessica’s life was to change even more dramatically just after she was 13. Chapter 2: Oliver Hill was just too young to fight in World War Two. He did very boring Peacetime National Service. Actually Ann (Porter) who married him had done rather more to beat Hitler. She was older than her husband. Ann’s parents had been very anxious for her to marry. Oliver worked in a family business run by his Great Uncles. Again it was thought that marriage would calm him down. Ann tried to be an ordinary happy housewife and mother. She did her very best for her ungrateful husband and her happy appreciative daughter Jessica. She remained willing to do all her marital duties. Actually it was not all that surprising to her that Jessica was their only child. It was not Jessica’s fault. Oliver had a different idea of what a ‘real man’ should be. He had lots of affairs. He did not flaunt them but Ann must have known of them. This did not please her. Chapter 3: Now in one sense ‘Sexual Harassment’ did not exist in the 1950s. There was no word for it and no law against it. Still many old fashioned people in companies like the one Oliver worked at would not approve of adultery. Oliver really fancied Molly. Miss Molly Stevens had become Oliver’s secretary. She and Michael, her fiancé, a postman, were saving up so they could put down a deposit on a house when they got married. Oliver had to do some negotiations in Birmingham. He had arranged for the meeting to take place early in the morning so that he would have to stay overnight. “Molly, I really rely on you, I need you to come with me to the meeting.” Oliver had made two mistakes. One was that he told his secretary a week ahead of his planned encounter. The other was that Molly had met Jane Hill. Actually Michael Patterson knew Jane better. Jane Hill was a solicitor (for Americans this is like a general practice lawyer). She was VERY unhappy about her brother’s behavior. She also remembered how her mother, and especially her great Aunt had dealt with Oliver Hill’s dreadful early teenage. Jane had spent 2 years during World War 2 in occupied Europe. She had access to certain devices as well as having very great skills in self-defense. She was, bigger than her little brother. Molly had carefully told her boss that, of course, she would go to the conference. She made sure that he was reminded that she and Michael planned to marry the following summer. Molly had a long chat with Jane, who took an earlier train to Birmingham and booked into the same hotel. It was after 10pm. Oliver told Molly that he really needed to have her come into her room to take detailed shorthand notes, so that she could type amendments to the proposed contract. For about a minute the secretary was able to sit down with her notebook and take the shorthand. Then Oliver’s hands slipped onto Molly’s knee. Molly had been briefed: “Mr Hill, PLEASE do not put your hands on my legs.” He remarked: “I’m just being friendly.” Molly replied: “I don’t think that is the kind of friend a boss should be.” Half a minute later the Boss’s hand went under Miss Steven’s skirt. “Please stop Mr Hill.” Oliver’s idea of ‘fore play’ was brief and crude. He then pushed Molly from her chair onto the bed. “Get off!” Then the room door swung open. Oliver was shocked, and Molly relieved to see his sister. “It’s not what you think…” Oliver said, weakly. Jane did not shout but she said clearly: “Well, just to make sure a COLD shower is called for.” Oliver finished undressing and obeyed his big sister. Molly seemed to be about to leave but Jane said: “I think you should see this.” Oliver came out of the small shower room. He felt angry but also vulnerable. The next thing surprised him. “Hands behind your back young man.” Oliver remembered, all to clearly, the phrase ‘young man’ from his childhood. Sometimes it had been his widowed Mom, more often from Jane but mostly from his terrifying Great Aunt Alice. Jane very securely tied her brother’s hands. His little man had not been totally tamed by the cold bath. Jane knew what to do. “I think there’s a bucket of ice in the fridge, can you get it for us Molly?” Molly obeyed. The ice was placed where it was needed. Oliver did not scream, but felt like it. Oliver felt totally humiliated. He had not been seen naked by any woman, other than those he was about to seduce, for half his life. He did not even remember Jane seeing much of his anatomy when they were children. Jane addressed her brother once more: “Great Aunt Alice told me about how she had a certain device when she was a governess to control certain male problems. I think it would be useful right now….” There was a pause. Jane carried on: “Molly, could you get my bag? I left it just outside.” Very quickly Oliver’s now VERY little man was imprisoned: “You can’t do this, what about when I need to use the lavatory…” Jane smiled: “You can just sit down, it’s not hard, is it Molly?” Fifteen minutes before his business meeting Oliver was invited to his sister’s room. He was shown photographs of his appalling misbehavior and played a recording, which made it clear what had happened. Oliver happily signed the doc-ument put in front of him, rather than have the material sent to his great uncle, the Managing director. “I think it would be a good idea for me to have a long chat with Ann, don’t you.” If the scandal of his behavior came out Oliver knew he would be ruined. He agreed to all the terms. He would no longer object to Ann doing a teacher training course and working when she passed. He would do all the housework Ann told him to do. He would cut down on his spending, especially the Golf club membership so they could pay school fees for Jessica to go where she wanted. He would accept appropriate discipline. This discussion happened whilst Jessica was watching a movie. Oliver was not sure what it all meant. On Jessica’s first night away at her new school some of the meaning became clear. Molly was invited to his home, by Ann. Molly, Ann and Jane each gave him a very long very painful spanking. He had prepared an excellent meal. He did not eat it. He spent the meal in a corned with his pants down and his very red behind on display. For the next month Oliver’s life was rather odd. At work he acted as he always did: as a bossy boss. It is true that neither Molly nor any of his other female subordinates had quite the same problems that they once had. If anything he seemed a little more ruthless at work. As soon as he came home Oliver was given a list of housework jobs to do. He did them. He did not like the kind of apron his wife had bought him but felt is safer not to complain. Oh and a couple of evenings a week he went over to his sister’s flat, to do the cleaning there. He did make one huge mistake at work. One day, when he thought that Molly was away, he remarked to a colleague: “Don’t you think that a woman’s place is in the home and that men should not have to do girl’s work?” Fred Roberts agreed with his boss. Fred lived with his mother who waited on him hand and foot even though he was 28. As it happened Molly had forgotten something and she heard her boss’s resentment. That Friday Molly, Jane and Ann had a lovely meal. Michael came too. Actually on this occasion Ann had cooked because she liked the idea of trying some to manage some ‘exotic’ Indian cuisine. Michael arrived a little later than his fiancé. So there was a chat he did not hear. Molly told them about how Oliver had disliked doing “girl’s work”. Jane told Molly and Ann about how great Aunt Alice had dealt with a certain teenager being too ‘boisterous’ and not liking to do his fair share of chores because they were “girl’s work”. -
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By DiaperboyEddie12 · Posted
oh I did not know you lived in Jersey? That is cool. I am in North NJ though currently in western PA for a bit. But I will be back. -
By cute little kokiri girl · Posted
Troublesome changes My name’s Diane McReady. I teach phys Ed at the Temperance school. Our girls do very well at soccer, softball tennis and indeed many other sports. I was once a professional tennis player. I have a particularly strong left arm. Now in our state the paddle is legal. It has rarely been needed at my school. Ms Brown asked me to take this particular responsibility. If a girl needs to be paddles she needs to remember it. Of course I am able to make sure that the paddling hurts a lot. The usual procedure is that the girl comes to my room. I pull up her skirt or dress and spank over the panties. These protect the child’s dignity but give very little protection to their bottom. One day I was supervising the childcare class. Ms Peters had ‘flu. Josie had very wet diapers. He needed changing. He lay down next to little Paul (an 11 month old) There were the usual giggles and comments. Jenny Johnson was only 9. She accidentally stuck the diaper pin into Josie, twice. He then hit her in the face so hard that she fell over. Two things happened. I remembered what Regina had told me. She had designed the larger changing table. She thought that it would be useful to be able to deal with especially troublesome larger infants at change time and so had incorporated straps. I talked to Ms Brown. She agreed with me that violence by students was always unacceptable. Josie was a large 17-year-old boy and Jenny only a little girl. That made it intolerable. We agreed that the paddle would be useful. Furthermore she agreed a couple of special features. Luckily it was lunchtime. My office is very near the cafeteria. I was able easily to bring my special chair there. About a dozen of the students remembered the particular features and use of the chair. Josie was warned what would happen if he did not accept his punishment. So the 17 year old curtsied in front of a couple of hundred girls and said: “I’ve been very naughty, please spank me.” I think Josie might have heard that I usually spank naughty girls through their panties. He might have thought the diaper whilst adding to his humiliation, would save him from pain. He was in for a shock. I am, at six foot two, a little taller than Josie and much stronger. Still the over the knees position did feel a bit odd. I decided that it would maximize the humiliation. I pulled the skirt of his jumper dress out of the way, and held it there with diaper pins. Next I pulled down his tights. Josie was a bit surprised when I pulled down his plastic panties. I then unpinned half of his diaper. I was really pleased at the effect before I even started the spanking. He had the full humiliation of both an exposed behind and his diapers being on very open view. His plastic panties, at knee level limited his use of his legs. I spread a special cream. “This is not an ointment, it is designed to make sure that your area is as sensitive as you were insensitive when you punched a defenseless little girl. ” There were some giggles. WHAP, WHAP, WHAP!! In less than a minute the child was crying helpless and trying to kick. The youngest girl I ever had to paddle had been 12, she made less fuss. From that day on when the older infants were to be changed they were strapped down first. Now a bit later that afternoon I was again there when Hattie very soggy dydees finally needed to be dealt with. When his cousin strapped him to the table. I heard him say: “B***h!” I wondered about the paddle. Rosemary had a different idea. She telephoned Hattie’s sister and mother. Normally our especially difficult students spent there weekends in ordinary little girl clothes and wore either little girl panties or training panties. This weekend Hattie spent all his time in his school clothes, including the diapers. I had a list of all the girls who heard him say that foul word. Hattie got to visit each girl and say: “I am VERY sorry I used a VERY nasty word to you. Will you please wash my mouth out with soap?” I joined Alice on the Saturday and Hattie’s Mom on the Sunday and got to watch each and every mouth soaping. PS PANSY AMY could you e-mail me Principal Brown’s further plans Now I had wondered about what I had agreed to. As the second half of that school year went on I knew I was right. I liked the idea of strong and assertive girls. My girls certainly became more assertive. I was also pleased to discover that there seemed to be rather less delinquency amongst teenage boys. Petticoating was a known punishment in our community. It had been quite effective as a punishment and very effective as a deterrent. However the possibility of a transfer to my school was enough to make any difficult boy do what his mother, his older sister, and quite often his younger sister told him to do. There was some media attention. Some people said what we were doing was wrong. However the crimes of Josie, Hattie and Fanny were also publicized. So too were the reductions in delinquency. I got enquiries from all over the state and from out of state. Mostly they were from parents of girls who needed more confidence. Thought there were a fair number from parents and guardians, especially women on their own, with difficult sons. I had come to the conclusion that my solution to the one purely practical problem had been the most effective at taking difficult boys down a peg or ten. It is hard to be boisterous and macho when you have to ask a 13-year-old girl to change your soggy diapers. I wondered, however, about whether having a large number of diaper dependent ones at my school. Ms McReady gave me a kind of answer “The thing is that with these lads we need to start again from the very beginning.” Now in out town a lot of homes had underground ‘bomb shelters’. My girls got busy in shop and in the needlework room. I got to monitor the plans for dealing with a large number of new students. I liked the idea of real girls getting an education encouraging female empowerment from an early stage. So we would be starting a kindergarten class. On the last day of the summer I was invited to Josie’s homecoming. Because Joe had been such a big boy we had to be prepared for some difficulties. Not by accident changing of the three special students had been put off so that by the time they were on their way home all had soggy and sagging diapers. As I understand it mostly these boys got to wear little girl panties or perhaps training panties from when they got home to when they were put to bed. Josie’s sister Mary Ann had been very busy. She had made a changing table, a crib and a high chair. She also made several more sets of very restrictive ‘jamies with sewn in restrictive mittens. Joe was not that happy about going down stairs but did what his Mom said. Ms McReady and I followed, as did Mary Ann. There was a small struggle when the boy saw the room that had been prepared for him. He tried to run away. Ms McReady is both strong and skilled in various unarmed combat techniques. Joe ended up on the floor three times. Then Ms McReady lifted him onto the strong changing table his sister had so kindly made for him. The child was strapped down, minus his dress. His mother lifted his legs and Mary Ann pulled off his plastic panties and unpinned his very wet diapers. Ms McCready announced: “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to spank a difficult child in the ‘diaper position’ so now I can find out.” Mary Ann had folded the diapers ready to pin in place and they were under his hieney. However they gave no protection from the paddle as Mary Ann started the spanking. All of us laughed as he cried- well like a baby. It was only half past three by the time the child was strapped into his crib. I had given him a bottle-feeding, as had Mary Ann, his Mom and Ms McReady. I thought that he was already wet when he had been given the second, of four distinctly oversized bottles. Then he was left alone. The light was left on at a low level. Josie could see the babyish wallpaper with teddy bears in dresses and diapers on the wall. There was a mobile above his head. There was a steady, not too loud but definitely audible lullaby on a repeat loop. I had consulted the parents of the difficult and boisterous immature future students. We wanted them to be wholly disorientated and submissive after the ‘re-birth’ process. Now Josie was a special case, he being so big. We needed to have a team of three athletic girls available for each feed and change time. Josie was left in his soggy diapers for 8 hours. At about 11.30 he was changed and fed again. He did not resist too much being strapped onto the changing table. He did prefer dry diapers. Now a normal new born tends to get feeds every 3-4 hours. Josie, and the others we were ‘re-birthing’ did get 7 feeds every 24 hours. If they happened to be wet or stinky before their feeds they got changed. If they used their diapers during a feed they had to wait until the next one. However the feeds had varying gaps. Sometimes they would get a new feed after an hour. Other times they might wait for a feed – and stay in wet diapers – for say 8 hours. Because the nurseries were underground the ‘babies’ did not know what the time was. For the first three nights we added stimulants during the night feeds. We also added sleeping tablets during the day. After a couple of weeks Josie, Fanny, Hattie, and 14 other difficult young men were wholly disorientated. They did not resist being treated as toddlers. We arranged a rather special form of childcare for the rest of the summer. A team of High School girls, often by their Mom, supervised each troublesome boy as well. At the same time other girls also got looked after. Each boy had to notice that when they were changed their treatment was exactly the same as a 1-year-old boy or girl. We had selected the slightly older girls who were most proud of their toilet training. The Kindergarten Class My name’s Robyn. I am 15. I think girls are much better than boys and always have. I was very happy when Mom told us about where we were moving and why. Lots of kids from High school help out with the kids in classes for younger kids. It was perfectly normal for me to help a couple of mornings at the kindergarten class. The Temperance School is basically a girls’ school. Until that fall the, youngest girls at the school were in 4th grade. They started kindergarten, pre kindergarten and 1st grade classes. Now from the age of 9 the students had to wear a uniform. My 4-year-old sister, George, did not have to wear a uniform for the kindergarten class. Like about half the girls in the class she wore pants. However there were three other students who were starting again. One of them, Stephanie, my twin brother had to wear the junior uniform. Steve had actually spent the summer in diapers and very short dresses. He was grateful for the change, I guess. There were some differences in the ways the older and younger kindergarten students were treated. The older ones- age 14-8 was all boys. It was understood that little girls cannot be expected to delay going ‘potty’ so they just had to put up their hands and go, or be taken to the ‘little girls room’ right next to the class. The boys were a bit different. They had to be re potty trained and this might not be easy. Each boy went to school in training panties, terry cloth panties with plastic covering. The boys were told they had to wait until recess. That first morning all the boys made it to recess. They were then allowed to ‘go potty’. There was a screen behind which the boys were taken behind. I lifted up Steve’s dress and pulled down his training panties and helped him sit on the potty chair. It was decorated exactly like one designed for a 2 year old. By the way there had been a problem of self-abuse by out difficult boys. Special plastic chastity devices solved that problem and made it easier for the boys to sit down to pee. Somehow we had managed to get old-fashioned enamel potties to go into the chairs. They had the effect of loudly amplifying the sound of the not so little one going wee wee. It was not entirely and accident that on Thursday morning both George and I spent a lot of time in the bathroom. Stephanie was not able to use it before he went to school. I was not in the kindergarten class that morning but one of my friends told me. Twenty little girls shouted “Please Ms Jackson, Stephanie had an accident.” The training panties could not possibly absorb a 15-year-old boy totally emptying his bladder. Stephanie’s punishment was ‘being a baby’ for the rest of the day. Of course that included being diapered. His uniform, which gave glimpses of his training panties, was replaced by a much shorter dress. Whenever he left class an older girl was with him, holding his reins. At lunchtime he was strapped into a High Chair. Now Stephanie always hated broccoli and liver. I managed to blend a large amount of liver and broccoli into a kind of baby food. A High Chair was waiting for him. I lifted up George, and she, shoveled the specially designed meal for her older brother. When he tried closing his mouth Ms Patterson squeezed his nose. Rosemary, who had been helping the kindergarten class, happened to have mini camera. She took a little movies of Stephanie’s accident in training panties. Rosemary also took a movie of his spoon-feeding. By the end of lunch hid diapers were very wet. I changed them; again Rosemary saved the story for posterity. Rosemary e-mailed a copy of movie to Stephanie’s computer. She also e-mailed it to every boy in the class Steve used to be in as well as to his rather large number of EX girl friends. Four years later Last year 97 girls and 11 boys graduated from the Temperance School. The girls will go on to be scientists, lawyers, doctors and business leaders. The boys have all found a new path. 4 of them will marry very assertive ladies. 7 will become housemaids to lesbian couples. Only a few boys now go to the Temperance school in any one-year. However every boy in our town knows about it. Every boy has learned that it is a good idea to do what his mother, his older sister and indeed his younger sister tells him to do. The end. -
By cute little kokiri girl · Posted
Hattie’s first day at a new school I had been surprised to have Alice and Mom bath me on Sunday night rather than on Monday morning. I pretty much knew that my diaper would be wet by the morning. It was. I did not quite know what was going to happen in the morning. The mittens were taken off my infantile pajamas and I was taken downstairs for breakfast a little after six. Rosemary really beamed when she remarked: “You’re going to school with me.” I had seen the Temperance school uniform before and even tried it on. However I really did not imagine they could actually make a boy go there. Just after I had finished breakfast Alice announced: “It is time to CHANGE your diaper, Hattie Our school does not have bathrooms for boys.” I was walked upstairs and lay on the plastic sheet on my bed. Alice undid the pajamas. I thought things could not get worse, but they did. Alice lifted my legs. It was Rosemary, 3 years younger than me who pulled off my plastic panties and untapped my very wet disposable diaper. “Now Hattie, disposable diapers are not good for the environment so during the day you’ll be in cloth diapers…” I protested: “But you can’t make me, I don’t have…” Rosemary picked up the hairbrush and hit me very hard: “Isn’t the diaper position great for spanking?” I surrendered and did not protest as two very bulky diapers were pinned around me. I put on the skirt and tunic. Rosemary made sure to hang a clearly marked and identified ‘diaper bag’ on my shoulders. I had to wait like that for the school bus. You might think I was a girl if you did not know me. I stood very still and so managed to avoid showing off my underwear. It was very clear that Joe had no chance of hiding that he was diapered. His bum was even more heavily padded than mine. I guess I thought myself luck when I found out that my third male companion was being set to school in already wet dydees. As soon as we arrived 5 new students were given a test. There were a couple of girls aged 13 or 14 as well as Frank. Joe and me. I do not like school quizzes. I am not very good at them. This one was impossible. I had no idea, which fabrics should be hand washed and which can be washed by machine. I did not know how long it should take to baked a potato or how long per pound one should leave a turkey in the oven. I did not know when the 19th Amendment was passed. I had sort of heard of Susan B Anthony and Marie Curie. But I was asked to write paragraphs on Rachel Carson, Sojourner Truth and Jeanette Rankin. I did not know anything about them. Just after the 2-hour test we had a recess. This would normally have been great. But halfway through I had finally given up and soaked my diapers. Near the end Joe put his hand up to announce the same need. It was Rosemary who came in to ‘check’ our diapers. Frank and I were told that we would be taken to be changed but Joe was told that his need for a change was not urgent. Ms McKay, who was the deputy principal remarked: “I think it would do this particular immature person some good to soak some.” We were walked to like a baby nursery, with real babies. It turned out that one of the older girls did have a baby but was still at school. I watched whilst Annabelle talked to her little girl. “Isn’t Mary Anne a little Miss waterworks? Never mind lets get you all clean and dry.” I lay on a much bigger changing table. Rosemary took charge, with Ms McKay supervising and lifting my legs: “Isn’t Hattie a BIG Miss waterworks? Lets get you clean and dry, ready for the next time you go wee wee.” The three boys were in different classes. I spent most of that day in 10th grade. I did struggle with the kind of history they were teaching. Then, just after lunch Ms Brown came: She brought with her one of the girls who had sat the test with me: “This is Ms Bloom. She was in 8th grade but after the test she is more suited to 10th grade.” The girl looked quite happy. The next announcement was not so good: Hattie, come here.” I walked to the front of the class. My diapers were already a bit wet and I was fearing something worse. “As a result of the test we have decided that Hattie is best suited to 5th grade, in the junior part of the school.” Ms Brown had one more girl to collect, Ms Williams, who had been promoted from 8th to 9th grade. She also collected Frank, now called Fanny. He was demoted from 9th to 6th grade. Joe, Josie managed to go from 10th to 4th grade. The fifth grade class had a Phys Ed class. We spent lots of time throwing a big ball. I am not very coordinated. Somehow lots of girls ‘accidentally’ patted my bulky and rather soggy ass. I was teased a lot. Then it happened. I made a stinky diaper surrounded by 10 and 11 year old girls with also a couple of 9 year olds. It got worse. The good thing was that it was near the end of the day. The bad thing was how they decided to handle it. Rosemary had telephoned Alice on her cell phone. My own phone had been confiscated. It would not be hygienic to change my diaper at school. It would not be fair for me to be on the school bus. So Alice arrived and walked me home three miles in a very dirty diaper. Rosemary’s story I do not specially like piss but it was real fun changing my older cousin’s soggy diaper as he lay next to a real infant and lots of girls teased and taunted him. I have to say I was a LOT less enthusiastic about dealing with stinky diapers. Alice however had a solution to this problem. A 13-year-old boy call Fred who lived 3 houses down our street had been on the edge of the kind of problems Hattie, Josie and Fanny had been pulling. His Mom, Andrea did briefly petticoat him. However she also decided to make very sure that he learned his lessons. Fred got to do all the dish washing and much of the other washing. Fred’s Dad was not enthusiastic about this. (I heard a story that the guy changed his mind after little trips across his wife’s and his Mother in law’s knees- especially when his Mom offered to join in.) Now Fred had a baby brother called Charles. Their Mom had noticed how much disposable diapers costed. She decided to save money by using cloth ones and that dealing with that particular laundry would be Fred’s job. So that afternoon, just after he got home we had Hattie lie down in our rather secluded back yard. A few years back someone had bought gas masks in case of someone or other attacking us. So Alice and I watched whilst little Fred had to pull down Hattie’s plastic panties, unpin his very smelly dydees and get rid of the worst of the mess. Andrea had also told Fred that he would have more diapers to wash. There was a waterproof area with the soggy diapers Hattie had already used in his diaper bag. For the stinky ones Fred also had to cover them in newspapers. Once Hattie’s ass was cleaned up I walked him indoors and put him into training panties. Then Alice and I took Hattie to the uniform shop. Since Hattie would be 5th grade he would need a different uniform. The jumper or pinafore type dress and tights instead of the skirt and tunic. The lady at the shop found dresses that would fit my cousin but would barely hide his training panties. We were confident that when he went to school double diapered the bulge under his tights would be very obvious. Hattie’s Mom was told on the telephone about the unexpected accident that Hattie had suffered. She told us she had a solution. A bit before 7 Hattie was almost ready for bed. Down came his training panties. I guess he was a bit confused when a disposable diaper was placed inside his double cloth diapers. His Mom shaved him down there, and arranged a mirror so that he could watch. Then she pushed in a suppository, then second and then a third. I then quickly taped the disposable diaper and pinned the cloth ones. Alice took particular care to make sure that the mittens on his footed ‘jamies were very secure. Fred and Hattie were both woken at 5.30 the next morning. Fred again had a stinky diaper to deal with. Hattie thought that things could not get worse. Alice had other plans. As soon as Hattie’s messy diaper had been taken off and he had been cleaned up She produced a large soapy enema. Hattie had to submit to the nozzle going in and being filled with fluid. Again Hattie was quickly put into 1 disposable and two cloth diapers. Now the Temperance school teaches all kinds of skills. We have a good shop as well as places for doing needlework and learning other domestic skills. Different girls get slightly different timetables. Hattie, Josie and Fanny’s timetables included lots of domestic science and needlecraft. There was also lots of handwriting, which they are not good at. Somehow work with wood and metal did not get onto their timetables. Oh and of course our three special students played a different role in our parent craft classes. They were more practice models than anything else. Then there was a difference in names. In classes I am called Ms Sullivan. I understand that they changed things so that most of the kids of 4th, 5th and 6th grades also get called Ms. Whatever it might be. Hattie, Josie and Fanny, got addressed by their new given names. -
By diaperguy85 · Posted
Burlington County! More central than South, but not by alot
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