Strictland Academy (13 page)

With
that, April was returned to her place at the head of the bed and swaddled once
again in the diaper and rubber pants.
 
LeClair was the last to leave her, with a possessive pat to her
waterproofed mons.
 
"Wait'll
you find out what they've got in store for you tomorrow morning before
classes."
 
She leaned down and
gave April a kiss on the lips.
 
"More later, little girl."

***

The
bell rang horribly early the next morning, especially for those who were unable
to sleep due to the aching remnants of the corrections they had endured from
the day before.
 
Attendant Hazel
oversaw everyone's morning ablutions and Attendant Angela wasn
’
t far behind, since she
had volunteered to oversee April's 'potty training'.

Attendant
Angela took a chair and placed it at the end of April's bed, not bothering to
loosen her limbs until she was completely changed.
 
She put a stack of diaper material and a
set of rubber pants to one side, and cleaning supplies to the other, and then
reached to open the padlock.
 
Slowly, she removed both the pants and the diapers, which were dry.

Attendant
Angela merely raised her eyebrows.
 
"You may keep your diaper dry as long as you like, my girl, but the
bathroom is off-limits to you.
 
No
one in this institution will go against my ruling.
 
Eventually, just like the accident that
got you into this mess in the first place, your body will take over and you'll
wet yourself, whether you want to or not.
 
Just think!
 
You won't ever
have to wait to go again!
”
 
The older woman sounded delighted with
the idea of April being permanently swaddled.
 
She also glanced up to the observing
room.
 
A single man stood in the
window, signaling her to continue. Attendant Angela narrowed her eyes and
refocused on April.

"Why
don't you just go for me?
 
Let it
out," the woman cooed, pressing against April's distended bladder.
 
April moaned and finally released a
stream of hot fluid into the cloth beneath her.
 
She cried with shame as the attendant
began to cleanse her thoroughly and with remarkable gentleness.

“
Good
girl!
 
I find that a young girl who
believes herself to have knowledge well beyond her years and considers herself
an adult, often has thoughts that are far from holy and pious.
 
Especially when she finds herself tucked
into in a warm, snug diaper.
 
Since
that little mind can easily be distracted from the righteous path, I find a
preemptive approach works best whenever one of my girls needs to be potty
trained."

Once
again, April's clit fell victim to a set of manipulative fingers that were both
surprisingly powerful and pleasurable.
 
Her scream built slowly, starting out as a whisper and growing much
louder as she desperately tried to reject the woman's advances.

“
Quiet!
”
 
The inside of her thigh was smacked
sharply by the Attendant's free hand, startling April into smothering her cry
of protest.
 
"No one will come
to help you, even if you do scream, you fool.
 
You are mine to do with as I please, and
for the moment, I will pleasure you.
 
I'm sure you've noticed that we, at Strictland, do not waste our time
taking consideration of what you want.
 
I will punish you whenever and wherever I feel like it, and I will make
you cum any time I want.
 
I can have
you released from this diaper at any time, or I can make sure that you are
never, ever allowed out of it.
 
I
can have you treated even more like a baby if I desire.
 
Just so you know, I do enjoy having
babies to care for.
 
You will
discover I tend to be more forgiving on those who completely depend upon
me.
 
Especially," she whispered
in the girl's ear, "if they call me Mommy."

"I'm
s
…
sorry," April
whispered, her inner thigh burning, "Mommy."

“
What
a smart little girl you are!
 
I
suggest you tread very carefully around me, baby April.
 
Very carefully, indeed.
”
Attendant Angela
increased the tempo of her fingers as they flicked just the barest tip of her
clit, not really giving her quite enough stimulation to achieve her peak, but
keeping her close enough to long for completion.

 
“
Because you were such a naughty girl, you have to be
potty trained again.
 
You won't be
going to class this morning like the other girls.
 
You have an appointment with the doctor,
and you need to know that you will be seeing him quite frequently.
 
I don't want any messes in that diaper,
and the doctor is going to take care of that for me in a manner I
requested.
 
I'll be there to watch
and assist him if necessary, so I suggest you submit yourself to him willingly
and without a fuss."

She
leaned forward in her chair and reached up to grasp a nipple, while she set
about bringing April to fulfillment against her will.
 
"I want you to come
—
quickly
—
or you'll be doing it
in front of a crowd of the other girls."
 
She looked up at April, whose head was
rolling back and forth, eyes closed, breath coming quickly in short
pants."
 
Or is that an idea
that titillates you, April?
 
Something you've thought of while you've let men do things like this to
you?"

Not
only did April suffer the indignity of being brought to orgasm by her nemesis,
she also discovered that those unfortunates who lost control of their bladders
and required placement in diapers and rubber pants were not permitted to cover
that fact up during their daily lives.
 
LeClair gleefully instructed April on how
to pin up her dress at the waist to demonstrate the extent of her
humiliation.
 
Her flaming red
cheeks, bowed head, and tears that formed wet spots on the front of her dress
earned her a multitude of affectionate pats on the bottom and promises for some
more 'special time' together from LeClair.

As
soon as breakfast was over, Attendant Angela came to take April by the hand to
the doctor's office.
 
Dr. Wells
lifted his head, his expression of concern clear.
 
Anger raced across the attendant's face.

"She
has problems with bladder control and requires retraining.
 
You will not interfere with this one,
doctor
,"
the woman spat.

"I
have no intent of interfering, unless I see a need.
 
Is there a need, Angela?"

Face
red with hatred, the older woman hissed, "I am
Attendant
or
Mistress
to you, young man."

"You
are nothing to me, you old hag.
 
Release that girl before you break her wrist.
 
Are you okay, child?"

April
shivered, knowing better than to tell the truth in front of the livid
attendant.
 
"Yes, sir.
 
I am fine."

"Like
hell you are," he whispered in her ear, out of the attendant's
hearing.
 
"I will take over
from here."

"This
does not concern you.
 
She is my
..."

"Are
you a physician?"

"No!"

"Does
this concern a procedure that requires medical attention?"

"Yes,
but ..."

"There
are no 'buts'.
 
You may escort
yourself out and will be summoned when you are needed."

"You
have made yourself quite an enemy, Wells," the old doctor chuckled as he
entered the room. "Those old badgers will claw you to death when you least
expect it."

"I
do not doubt you, but I will not be commanded by any sour old crone.
 
I did not allow that from my own mother,
and I will not tolerate it from them."

"I
will be watching to see who wins this battle, my boy.
 
You already know you are treading on
thin ice and that they are devising a way to make you disappear.
 
Just watch your back.
 
Now, what do we have here?
 
Ahh, this little princess here has some
continence issues."

"I
am certain they are psychological.
 
I want her assigned for my studies every day, whatever time is
convenient for the witches."

"The
witches are going to be madder than hell.
 
You already took away one of their prize chickens."

"That
girl was beaten within an inch of her life, severely dehydrated and mentally
derailed.
 
Her blood sugars were
also dangerously low.
 
She would not
have survived the night.
 
We are not
here to butcher these children!"

"No,
but we are here to reshape them.
 
Every girl who has left this organization has bettered for it."

"Really?
 
How many have left?
 
And where have they gone?
 
The records show that some of them have
been here for three years, which is as long as it has been established. Others
just vanished.
 
Incidentally, don
’
t you find it odd that
the beginning of this establishment corresponds with the time period that
marriage consent and pregnancy permits began to be issued?
 
Somone stands to make an awful lot of
money selling false permits to the ineligible Refused."

"I
don't pronounce sentence, Wells.
”

“
Tell
me, Dr. Krouse. Have those girls been married off to illegal partners?
”

“
Dr.
Wells, I do not get involved with this institutions politics or what occurs
between the Headmaster and the Board of Directors.
 
I just do my job.
 
Now it is time to do yours."

April
was ordered to stand in the middle of the room and Dr. Wells carefully stripped
her, tsking at the sorry condition of her bottom.
 
When the dress was pulled up over her
head and her breasts were exposed, April tried to cover them with her arm, but Dr.
Krouse smacked her behind with a sharply barked order to keep her hands at her
sides.
 
Once naked, she was placed
on her hands and knees upon the examination table, and ordered to lean down on
her forearms with her head lower than her bottom.
 
She was cuffed in place with her arms
secured to the table, and her knees spread well apart.
 
She was on full display.

"Why
the restraints?
 
She is not going to
go anywhere," Dr. Wells asked.

"They
prevent her from moving around and harming herself.
 
That is our policy.
 
Accept it."

Dr.
Wells sighed, "I still think it is unnecessary, but it won't cause her any
physical harm.
 
Mentally, though
..."

The
old man ignored him.
 
"What
kind of nozzle do you suggest we use for Compton, here?"

“
It
is dependent upon the depth of the cleansing and the length of time she has to
retain the solution.
 
Have you
examined her rectal cavity to make certain she is capable of taking a nozzle
without harming her?" Dr. Wells asked, patting the girl's knee with
reassurance.

“
Just
a precursory.
 
They all had their
temperatures taken where God intended, of course."

“
Well
then, perhaps we should take a closer look.
 
We don't want anything torn.
 
That would just cause more problems for
us."

Dr.
Krouse grinned at his co-worker.
 
"By Jove, Wells, I think you are catching on."

"I'm
a slow learner, sometimes," Dr. Wells agreed, offering a sorrowful look in
April's direction.
 
"I know
this will be uncomfortable, but it won't harm her."

"Precisely.
 
We are not here to cause harm,
right?"
 
The old man
chuckled.
 
"Would you like the
honors?"

Both
donned gloves and presented themselves between her spread thighs.
 
The old doctor laid his hands to the
inside of April's bottom cheeks and spread them apart.
 
April groaned in mortification, earning
herself several swift cracks across her all-too-available buttocks.
 
"Quiet, girl."