diaper disiplinary school(please read)

[genbaby]

It's pretty good. take the advice of others though.

[gamebaby]

Chapter 2 of my story i took others advice and tryed realy hard to fix mistakes but inform me of any in this one.

Chapter 2 no more control

I woke up in the crib I was in before and started to get up. I could only sit up so there want much I could do. I looked up at the clock to see that it was 8:59. I hoped the bell wouldn’t ring but it seemed to take 3 hours. as I wanted to see what would happen next in this building I was in. 30 seconds left. I am now trying to stand up more but I still cant. I tip over and just lie there till it rang.
In 3 more min a nurse walks in to greet me. “How did baby sleep last night? Did baby get some good sleep? Hu?” I just lie there and turned around. She than got serious. “I guess some one should tell you about this place”. I than moved toward her as fast as my body would let. I weakly asked, “What do you mean? What are you going to tell me?” She than checked the door for people in the hallway and locked the door. “Well you see….,”she started, “ This school has its policy’s and rules you will need to know about. The master never lets us talk to kids in baby diaper in this was and it will punish me well if he finds out.” I than sat up in the crib. Trying to get up I use the bars on the crib to get up. “Than start explaining.” She than came to the crib to get me out. Amazingly she could. “ Now im only explaining this once so don’t forget it. And I may not talk to you like this ever again.” She than sat in a rocking chair and started explaining.

“This school is different in so many ways. The discipline is solved by humiliation in this school so expect a lot of it. The employees are not aloud to talk to kids normally at all or……. Never mind that. But the one this you really need to know is the 4 years of child hood.” I adjusted my bum and continued to listen to her. “The first year here is baby. You got to wear baby stuff and usually do baby things. When in this year you start out as newborn as you realized when you got here. The second you enter you are injected with the serum that we don’t know what it dose. It suppose to make you weak and lose control of your bladder and bowels.’ “What!!! I cant control when I pee or poop?, I burst out. “That’s correct and you will be wearing diapers no matter what. Plus every thing is done for you like changing you to feeding you.” I than felt like crying and started to tear. “ Hmm never seen that effect before.” The nurse started to shake me and I calmed down. I don’t get why that even helps at all.

“Now the second year you are still in baby diapers but get more privacy. You will get to at lease hold things yourself and eat more regular food. The 3 year you have to wear pull-ups and you can change yourself eventually. You are aloud more stuff but will have to be potty trained by the end of the year or you go down to baby again and have to deal with newborn for a month again. But if you are like one of the little survivors you get to go to underwear again. As so you are just treated like a little kid and get most things they get. But by my experience with people up there the kids always have something up there sleeve to take kids back down to baby again.” “You have been there?” I asked? She than stuttered and shed me again. She than answered back. “……….yes I have but you wont know how it went. But now my time is up. I will be your nurse for a month but I will not talk to you like this again, ok?” I stuttered than nodded my head. “Well than………….” She than cleared her through and coed to me more. “Dose baby need a change? I bet he dose.” After hearing that I struggled to break free but It was definitely useless. She than began the diaper changing process.

After the change it was off to my class. But the one thing that made it worse……im the only newborn. According to Miss happy (my nurses name for work) Im going to counting class. I was being rolled around in a stroller so it was embarrassing. I was wearing nothing but the diaper that said “newborn”. And a blue baby shirt that said ‘ I got a surprise in my pants for you.” We walked in and I was surprised on how many kids where wearing diapers and baby stuff. She sat me in a High chair right next to the teacher. “Aww I see this little fellow wants to count hu little man.” I just stare at the wall next to him and ignore him. Doesn’t like me dose he.” He said to miss happy. “Well almost all of them are just a ray of sunshine so he is no different. She then told him good bye and left the room. “Good morning starts” , the teacher, “Class my name is Mr smiles so every one here get a smile.” He than turned to me and gave me a big smile. This for some reason amused me and I giggle like a baby. This actually made me mad but I couldn’t do anything about it. “ So the first thing we will be doing for the year in this class is learning to count. Today we are going start with counting from 1 to 10. And Ginta is going help me.” Another moment of fear for me as he would force me to move my hands and count. And apparently I was right. He walked up behind me and grabbed my fingers. “Ok now watch his fingers and you will learn to count. 1…….2…………….3…………4…………” He lifted each finger from the fist I wanted to make as the class giggles at me. He than continued at 5. “5…………… 6…………. 7………….. 8………………… 9………………….. 10 there we go. Now I m gona do it a couple more times for you so you all understand.” Y didn’t he just use a knife to cut me open. It was so embarrassing.

He did it 2 more times and than started handing out M n Ms to kids. Too bad for me I had to count peas. He than begin explaining the directions to the class. “I gave each of you more than 10 so count 10 and than give me what is left. Don’t forget to raise your hand.” He than started toward me and we started our little counting session. He seemed to place them in my mouth . Every time he counted ,he told me how yummy it was and than used green M n Ms to feed him. By than the bell happen to ring and all the kids rushed out to go to the next class. By the time the last kid came in a nurse came in to take me to my next class. When she go to me she cooed me more and said, “Aww did they leave you behind? Don’t worry ill take you to your next class.” She than picked up and took me to my next class.

This was just as fun as the last one was. This class was shapes. The seating was the same as was the greeting from the teacher. The teacher looked pretty hot here so I would definitely get a boner from her. But in this outfit I only turned red. She glanced at me and said, “Aww baby likes me.” She than begins attacking me with 4 cheek pinches at a time. She than begin leading the class. “Ok now today we are going learn about the square. It has 4 sides and corners. Lets count them. 1…………2…………3……” I spaced out when the most embarrassing thing happened. I started farting and than some poop came out. It continued for 10 seconds. When it finished kids begun to laugh at me.
“Aww ,” she started, “ did baby make a mess? Don’t worry I’m going clean you up.”

To my horror she cleared her desk, placed a changing mat and lifted me on to it. I swore I’m going to get a boner from this. It started a little as she slowly un taped my diaper. “Baby likes me.” She giggled. She than began wiping my privet areas with a baby wipe and I swear, for some sick kick, she rubbed my dick for 30 seconds. I barly would have survived another second of it. She than powder me and went into her desk and grabbed a diaper. If it was bad enough it was a diaper with diapers on it, it said, “newborns first poopy diaper.” So I could have died of embarrassing moments but I only have slow painful death written all over me.
Than as that ended it was time for art. Yet another class to look really dumb. I don’t get how they laugh when it was them before. But I just hope to live that long. As we continued into the art room. I noticed all the cool art work they let them do. Some where stuff like people, animals oceans and other stuff. But this class still sucks for me. Again same greeting, same seating, all the same. But as class started hope shined in my direction. He handed out papers and a container of non toxic red finger paint. As he finished I reach for the container but fail to reach it. “aww dose baby need help drawing?” ,he said in my direction. Nooooo. Dam it why can’t they leave me alone.
He waked over opened the thing of paint and placed my hand in there. He than moved my hands for me and made a very bad face with it. “ aww look at this kid is Michele Angelo.” He than took it and showed the class. This was definitely was out of my hands. I really just want to hit him right now. As he showed it I started to cry. He than realized this and rushed to his desk for the pacifier. It also had words on it that said, “the cry baby”. This was so not happening was all I could think. I just cried as he tried to calm me down. “shh its ok its ok …….

The next class made my other class worse. As we got in the same things happened to me like the greeting and the chair. But as I noticed this was English. And this will not work out well. She Than told the class to sing the abcs. As she did she turned to me. “ Well baby I’m going need to know when to change you so can you say poopy?” With that I didn’t say a word. “ Come on say it.”, she cooed. With more ignoring I saw her reach for something. As I was sitting she pulled out a wooden paddle. “now baby I’m not going tell you again say poopy. I didn’t see the paddle so I didn’t get the message in time till she lifted me up and pulled down my diaper. As she continued she than lifted the paddle and began to smack my but. I burst out tears as she continues to ask again and again. “say it now or ill make it hurt.”, she treated. I said as I sobbed, “pppp..pppooppyyy…….” she than put the paddle down and said. “Say it again”. As I was teary I repeated it over and over. She than pulled my diaper back on and patted my diapered but. I was in tears most of that class.

After that class I had MY final time being awake. Lunch period the one time I look normal. I was sat at the table and placed in yet another high chair. My nurse came to feed me as I sat there like any infant waiting to be fed. She than came to me with a thing of pees, carrots, chicken, and apple sauce. “Ok baby its time to eat.”, says my nurse as she spoons the chicken. “ Here comes the yummy express.” I just gave in to this as I was hungry. The one thing I noticed as I was eating the 3 school year sections looked like. The one we are in looked like a large nursery with a weird looking border color to it. As I looked at the next row in the lunch room there was kids in pull ups eating like most people do. But the last row looked almost normal if you didn’t count the kidish looking wear. Some had on good nites but other than that pretty normal.

As I finished my lunch she took me off the high chair as some of the others did and than took me some where else than where the others where going. I was lead back to my private room for newborns. As I walked in I noticed some one else. He was in the other crib and look like he was sleeping. I wonder who he was. Before I could think more I was placed on a changing table to be changed once more. My nurse than looked around and started talking serious again. “Well you got to go to bed. If it was my choice I would let you stay up but…..she placed me in the crib as I drifted of to dream some more.
If this was my first day.. man life is going to suck.

I woke up in what looked like the middle of the night. I looked around to see the kid next to me. I than weakly said.” Hey get up.” He than sighed and woke up. “ What now you…….” When he saw me he than got a burst of energy. “well looks like im not alone in hell.” He told me running his eyes. “ Are you new here?” I asked in question. He scratched his head and sighed. “No sadly, I have been here for 6 years. Those ****ing kids in the underwear area really hate me so you know what they do? They set you up in to looking like you wet yourself 5 times a day to get you sent all the way back that’s what.” I had more questions for him but I got drowsier. “ill have to get to ya in the morning man…im slep….. I drifted of to dream world once more. I at least had a friend in this school.

[genbaby]

It's pretty good do have word or open office you can process this though to get spelling mistakes.

[Dave]

The one suggestion I have for you, besides the spelling, is don't describe someone using this: "The teacher looked pretty hot here so I would definitely get a boner from her" ever again

[StefanHasDiapees]

Originally Posted by Dave

Don't describe someone using this: "The teacher looked pretty hot here so I would definitely get a boner from her" ever again

Hehehe... have to agree there, but there is something slightly refreshingly honest in the statement . You know, in a get-your-face-slapped kinda way

Cute story, tho.

[genbaby]

I was trying to ignore that but you had to bring it up dave.

[Allanon]

You've got plenty of grammar and formatting errors which makes it very difficult to read.

It's a pretty cliche plot, but I don't mind cliche every now and then.

The plot is a bit rushed - you could easily expand those few paragraphs out to be three or four times as long. Add in some more details - what is going through the mind of your main character? What are the surroundings like?

Actions of characters are a bit unrealistic - why is your main character so accepting of this disciplinary action? I know he was drugged, but he seems more to only be observing the things going on around him, instead of being involved in them.

You've got a good base to work off of, I'll give you that. Go through it, flesh it out some, fix your grammar/spelling/formatting errors, and you'll have a decent story.

And don't get discouraged. The only way to improve your writing skills, like every other hobby, is to write more!

[gamebaby]

Ok than allanon ill try to use more of your sugestions.

[Allanon]

Remember they are only suggestions, don't completely sacrifice what you want to do with a story to please other people ^_^. Writing is 50% for you, 50% for your audience, you gotta have the happy medium .

Or at least that's my philosophy.

[Dr_J]

Another suggestion, and this can go for everyone writing a story:

Please try to make new titles for your stories. New as in original. I've seen so many of the same titles that they actually make me NOT want to read posts. And do you know why that is? It's because I've been looking at stories since I was fourteen, and I've seen some pretty bad stories written with similar titles to what's being posted today, and seeing the title just makes me cringe.

Sorry for my rant. But anyway, please continue your story, and work on the spelling! Improving that area in your writing is just one more step you can take to becoming a better writer! Make no "miss steak" about it.

Yeah, yeah, I'm lame sometimes.