Boys at a girls's school

[derry]

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

[derry]

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.

[derry]

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.