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Winston Salem

Winston Salem

Winston-Salem School for Wayward Boys: A Trip to the Infirmary I

DO NOT READ THIS STORY UNLESS YOU ARE AN ADULT WHO WANTS TO BE ENTERTAINED BY A PURELY FICTIONAL INFANTALIST FANTASY STORY. We are a switch couple who enjoy playful diaper and spanking games in our relationship. We will be in Toronto in late Feb. and Baltimore on Mar 20-21 if there are other couples or adult women who would like to meet us for a drink.

Four days later, on Thursday of his second week, Billy woke up to find he had wet the bed. Since this had been an occasional problem for years, it was something he had feared ever since arriving at the Winston-Salem School. As always with bedwetters, Mommy Jenkins didn't even bother getting Billy dressed for the day. She left her husband in charge of Randy and led Billy by the hand - still in his wet blue sleeper - down the path past the other cottages and the school house to the infirmary. It was time for Billy to spend three days in the special care of Nurse Riley.

The infirmary at Winston-Salem was a low, one story building with four rooms. The largest of these was just off the foyer and the first place Mommy Jenkins took Billy after they entered the building. It was a large, rectangular room with eight hospital beds, four along each long wall. All the beds had wooden slats which could be raised or lowered to keep patients from falling out. In between each bed was a dresser about four feet tall and five feet long. At the far end of the room, Billy saw what looked like a large playpen.

Mommy Jenkins let Billy get a good look before going back through the foyer and down a little hallway into a kitchen. Billy's heart nearly stopped at the sight of Nurse Riley using a large spoon to feed oatmeal to a very unhappy Frankie Ballantine strapped into an oversized high chair. He was dressed in a light yellow sleeper with a plastic bib around his neck and a face covered with oatmeal.

"Good morning, Amanda. I see you have a messy eater there."

"Good morning, Betsy. What have we here?"

"I've got a three-day boy for you, Amanda. Have you met Billy Marston yet? He just arrived a couple weeks ago."

"Why no, I don't believe I have," she said with a kindly expression.

"Billy, say hello to Nurse Riley".

"Hello, ma'am," a red faced Billy said as he stared at an equally embarrassed Frankie Ballantine.

"Well, well ... it looks like we wet our bed this morning, did we? Well, we know how to take very good care of bed wetters, don't we, Betsy? Let me call Laura in from the schoolroom to take care of Billy. I've got to finish feeding Frankie his breakfast."

Nurse Riley opened a door into an adjoining room which looked like a smaller version of the schoolrooms in the schoolhouse and called in a young nurse dressed in a similar white uniform.

"Laura, we have a new boy here for three days. Billy, this is my assistant, Nurse Linton. She handles the daily lessons so no one falls behind in their school work regardless of how long they spend here. And she helps me when we have more than one bed wetter."

Billy blushed as another pair of female eyes inspected his wet jammies.

"Laura, why don't you take Billy into the sickroom and get him changed into something nice and dry. Thanks for dropping him off, Betsy. We'll take care of everything from here."

"Well thank you, Amanda. I've to get home and get my other boy, Randy, ready for school."

After Mommy Jenkins departed, Laura took Billy by the hand and said in a soft voice,

"Come along child. Let's get you into some dry clothes, shall we?"

Though reluctant to go anywhere, Billy allowed her to lead him back out down the hall, through the foyer, and into the main room with the beds. As they neared one of the dressers, Billy noticed that all the beds were made up with sheets and comforters with pink and blue animals like that found in infants beds. Nurse Linton escorted Billy over to one of the dressers, moved a little stool alongside it, and said,

"Come along, child. I want you to climb up here and sit while I get those wet jammies off. Don't give me any trouble unless you want me to give you a spanking."

Though her tone was gentle, the warning and accompanying smack on his wet jammy bottoms persuaded Billy to clamber up onto the padded dresser. As he sat there, she unzipped his sleeper in the back and lowered the top half. She then swung his legs up onto the table, pushed him back into a prone position, and removed the lower half of the sleeper. Leaving Billy lying there sheepishly in his birthday suit, the pretty nurse went over to a nearby sink and returned with a basin of warm water and a washcloth. Lifting Billy's ankles with her left hand, she bent his legs up and washed him off just like a baby. After he was clean and dry, she opened the top drawer of the dresser and took out a bottle of baby oil and some baby powder which she placed on the table near his feet. She then opened another drawer and took out what looked a lot like a large cloth diaper and a pair of light blue, semi-transparent plastic pants.

When he protested he was too old for diapers, Nurse Linton's voice took on a stern yet maternal tone.

"Shush, Billy. Any boy who still wets his bed just like a baby still needs to spend some time in diapers. Three days and nights in diapers should help you learn to stay dry in bed when you go back to Mommy Jenkins. Repeat wetters like Frankie spend a week in this nursery. So do all three-day boys who give me or Nurse Riley any trouble about wearing diapers. If you'd like, I can put you down for a week stay."

Fearful of making his situation worse, Billy's protests turned into a quiet, passive whimpering.

"That's better, sweetheart. Now roll over so we can check your temp. One of us will be taking your temperature in the morning, at your afternoon nap, and at bedtime. As Billy complied tearfully, Nurse Linton fetched a jar of Vaseline from the top drawer, opened it, and quickly inserted the thermometer. After a few minutes, she took the thermometer out and quickly slipped in a suppository before Billy realized what was happening. She then noted his temperature on a chart hanging by a hook on the side of the dresser. After he rolled back over for her, she applied a thorough coat of baby oil to his diaper area and then some baby powder. With each application, she lifted his ankles together with her left hand and folded his legs back to oil and powder his bottom as if he were an infant. She then slipped the thick, cloth diaper under him and expertly pinned it on. Finally, she pulled his blue plastic pants on over his diapers and put him in a yellow sleeper with snaps at the legs and crotch just like the one Frankie had.

When she finished dressing Billy, she led him back into the kitchen, his plastic pants crackling noisily with every step. Nurse Riley had just finished washing Frankie's face and was now unstrapping him. As Nurse Linton dropped Billy off at Nurse Riley's side and took Frankie off into the school room, Billy suddenly saw the diaper bulge under his sleeper and heard the noise of his plastic pants as he walked. Somehow it felt better knowing he was not the only one and that Frankie had a whole week of diapers.

Nurse Riley helped Billy into the large high chair and strapped him into place before ladling out a large bowl of oatmeal from a saucepan on the stove. She then placed a plastic bib around his neck and began giving him large spoonfuls of oatmeal one after another until his face was just as messy as Frankie's.

Within five minutes, the oatmeal was gone and so was the milk held to his mouth in a spill-free cup. After Nurse Riley cleaned Billy's face off, she removed his bib, unstrapped his hands, and led him into the school room and seated him in one of the two desks in the front next to Frankie was already busy doing math exercises. As Nurse Riley returned clean up the kitchen, Billy looked around and saw another large playpen to the left of Nurse Linton's desk at the front of the classroom. On the other side of the teacher's desk were two small desks with chairs similar in size to the student desks but made entirely of light blue plastic. As Billy looked around, Nurse Linton looked up from her work and began speaking.

"Billy, since this is your first time in the infirmary, let me explain how things work. First, you will do the same school work you would be doing in the regular schoolhouse. Second, I won't hesitate to put you over my knee if your homework is incomplete. Third, and most importantly, if you need to go potty, you will be using your diapers over the next three days just like a real baby. That's what diapers and baby pants are for. If you need to wet, you must raise your hand and ask permission first. If I ever find a wet diaper at changing time without hearing from you beforehand, you will spend another three days in the infirmary. Do you understand?"

Billy felt Frankie's eyes on him as he nodded.

"If you need to make a poopie, the same thing holds true. You need to raise your hand first and ask for permission. I will then remove your sleeper to make sure it doesn't get dirty and put you in one of these plastic desks up front for the rest of the morning. We don't want anything messing up those nice wooden school desks. You will then stay at the plastic desk for the rest of the morning and complete your lessons there. At 11:00, you will both have forty-five minutes of playtime in the playpen. After that, we will have the normal diaper change at 11:45 followed by lunch."

"After lunch, you will both be put in your beds in the sickroom for a nap until 2:00 followed by another diaper change. You will then have an afternoon study period to do homework back here until 4:00. From 4:00 until 5:00, you will have more playtime in the big playpen in the sickroom. And dinner will be at 5:00. Bath time will be 6:00 with bedtime at 7:00 sharp. Is all of that clear, sweetheart?"

Billy sat there, dumbfounded as the information sank in. While it was some consolation to have Frankie there, Billy felt overwhelmed by the unfairness if it all and began crying quietly.

"I know it's hard the first time you need to be put back in diapers, Billy. But that's why your visit here will help you stay dry at night with Mommy Jenkins. Now open your work book to chapter five on page 32 and start doing the long division exercises."

Billy opened his book and did his best to focus on the math problems but found it slow going with tears falling onto the page. After about forty five minutes, a red-faced Frankie raised his hand and whispered,

"I need to make potty in my diaper, Nurse Linton."

"That's a good boy, Frankie. Let's get your sleeper off and get you into one of these special chairs, shall we?"

As Frankie's sleeper came down, his face grew even redder. Unlike Billy, he was wearing pink semi-transparent plastic pants. Noticing Billy's wide eyes, Nurse Linton paused and explained,

"First time visitors start out in blue baby pants, Billy. Second time visitors have to wear pink. Third time visitors forfeit all sleeper privileges and just wear diapers and plastic pants and a tee shirt like real babies."

She picked up one of two tee shirts which were neatly folded on her desk and helped Frankie into it before sending hi to one of the two plastic desks. She then went back to her own desk and continued with her own paperwork.

Billy tried to work but he couldn't help looking up at Frankie. For a few minutes, Frankie did nothing except sit there looking miserable. He then tried working on some exercises for about five minutes but was obviously having trouble concentrating. Finally, he raised himself up slightly, tensed his face, and went through a long series of irregular breaths as he made a bowel movement in his diapers. Apparently this was not the first time this had happened since he quietly settled back down in his plastic chair and went to work on his exercises as a distinct perfume spread through the classroom.

Already, Billy had noticed his own growing need to go to the bathroom. Seeing Frankie give way made it all the more difficult to control. Nonetheless, Billy managed to hold out for another thirty minutes. With the threat of three more days in the infirmary looming over him if he didn't raise his hand in time, he finally gave in and asked Nurse Linton if he could go potty. Nurse Linton beamed at him and beckoned him to the front of the room where she pushed her chair back from her desk. While sitting in her chair, she removed his sleeper and helped him into the other tee shirt. Since Billy was crying harder now, she took him in her arms for a big hug.

That was apparently the last straw as Billy he lost control and began erupting in his diapers. As one spasm followed another, he burst out in a juvenile wail which only increased as Nurse Linton hugged him close and whispered reassuring words. Seconds later, his bladder also emptied into his diaper. When it was all over, he felt better somehow, as if the worst had passed and he had survived. As she continued to hug him, she rubbed him gently up and down his back with her right hand, each time sweeping down to circle gently over the seat of his loaded diaper.

"Don't fret, Billy. It's always the hardest the first time around. You'll find it's not so bad in a day or two. It's perfectly natural to make poopie in your diapers. That's what they're for. Now are you going to be a big boy for me and go back to your seat and finish your math? Are you, sweetheart?"

Eventually, a tearful Billy allowed her to lead him to the other plastic desk where he dried his tears and gingerly sat down, feeling like a two year old.

For the rest of the morning, they did math and English in their plastic desks until Nurse Riley arrived at 11:00 to help Nurse Linton lift the boys into the playpen. As Frankie got up from the plastic desk, Billy could clearly see through the pink plastic pants that his diapers were wet and dirty. Despite his condition, he seemed happy to be going into the playpen since this meant the end of school work for the next few hours. He even seemed to have gotten used to Billy's presence, no doubt because Billy was in the same predicament. When Nurse Riley produced a pacifier from her pocket and popped it in his mouth, Frankie took it without fussing.

From: sarah3333@aol.com (Sarah3333) Subject: ~ASFD NEW STORY by Randy "Winston-Salem Infirmary II" Date: 24 Nov 1997 15:32:09 GMT

Winston-Salem School for Wayward Boys: A Trip to the Infirmary II

DO NOT READ THIS STORY UNLESS YOU ARE AN ADULT WHO WANTS TO BE ENTERTAINED BY A PURELY FICTIONAL INFANTALIST FANTASY STORY. We are a switch couple who enjoy playful diaper and spanking games in our relationship. We will be in Toronto in late Feb. and Baltimore on Mar 20-21 if there are other couples or adult women who would like to meet us for a drink.

> "Come along Billy. It's time for some playtime before lunch. There are plenty of games in the playpen and a box of toy soldiers. We do have one rule about playtime and that's no talking. To make sure you play quietly, you will keep this pacifier in your mouth at all times. Any talking during playtime means an extra day at the infirmary. So be a good boy and open up for your pacifier."

"But what about changing my diapers?," Billy asked tearfully as he opened his mouth.

"We only have three diaper changes a day at the infirmary, Billy ... at morning wake up, at lunchtime, and at bedtime. You be changed after playtime in just a little bit. Be patient, sweetheart."

Billy sighed as the two nurses lifted him up and over the side of the playpen. Though Frankie seemed eager to play toy soldiers, Billy was too upset to join in for a good fifteen minutes. Only when Frankie had set up a fairly elaborate battle field with half the toy soldiers did Billy realize how much fun he was missing and begin playing. Around 11:45, the two Nurses returned to the school room and fetched the boys from the playpen. Each boy was taken in hand and led back to the main room where they were helped up onto the changing table for the diaper change both needed badly.

To make sure they didn't fuss, both boys had to keep using their pacifiers all the way till lunch. After their dirty diapers were dropped into large diaper pails, both boys were lovingly cleaned off before getting some baby oil and powder. Then they had to roll over for a temperature check before they were bundled up again in fresh, clean diapers and a new pair of plastic pants. Only then were they taken down and led into the kitchen for lunch. They didn't have their yellow sleepers back yet to protect them from getting food all over them. Another large high chair had appeared and both boys were strapped in with bibs around their necks. Finally, each nurse pulled up a chair alongside a miserable boy, removed his pacifier, and spoon fed him some pureed vegetables with tiny bits of meat.

After finishing their food, each boy got a table spoon of castor oil before he was cleaned up and unstrapped. Pacifiers were put back in, with a warning look used to quash Billy's initial reluctance. After Nurse Riley fetched two baby bottles of milk from a pan of warm water on the stove, the nurses led the two boys back to the main room for their naps. With shades pulled, the curtains drawn, and the lights turned off, it was quite dark in the sick room. Each boy was put into a yellow sleeper and taken over to a pair of rocking chairs at the end of the room near the playpen. The two nurses sat down and pulled a boy onto her lap. Before Billy could protest, his pacifier was removed and a warm nippled baby bottle inserted between his lips. As Nurse Riley rocked back and forth, stroking an obviously happy Frankie, Nurse Linton whispered quietly in Billy's ear,

"Take your bottle like a good boy, Billy, or I'll put you over my knee and give you a good spanking on your bare bottom right in front of Frankie."

That was enough for Billy to stop fussing and take his bottle. After a few minutes, it wasn't so bad, particularly because he felt safe and secure in Nurse Linton's arms as she rocked back and forth and held him, stroking his hair and face rhythmically as she rocked. By the time both boys finished their bottles, they were so sleepy that it was easy to get them into their hospital beds for their naps.

Before nap time ended, Billy woke up and lay there until the nurses came in to get them up for the afternoon. Each boy had to finish a bottle of apple juice in his bed before he was allowed up. Since the sleepers stayed on for afternoon study hall, it was impossible to see if Frankie had wet. Billy had managed to stay dry but he knew he wouldn't last all afternoon. When the sleepers finally came off at afternoon playtime, it was obvious Frankie had wet. Billy was proud of the fact that he was still dry as they were lifted into the playpen even though he was already fighting a full bladder. After trying to play for twenty minutes, he realized it was a big mistake and he quietly raised his hand. Nurse Linton was sitting at the teacher's desk, doing some reading and keeping an eye on them. When his hand went up, she came over and took out his pacifier.

"What is it sweetheart?"

"I need to make pee pee, Nurse Linton," Billy said in his nicest voice.

"OK, honey. You make me a nice pee pee in your diapers. That's what they're for."

Billy quickly gave in and flooded his diaper as Frankie and Nurse Linton watched the cloth change color under his semi-transparent plastic pants. This time, the relief was much greater than the embarrassment and Billy went back to his toy soldiers afterwards as unconcerned as Frankie was by his own wet diapers.

Dinner came and went like the previous meals, spoon-fed in the high chairs. Afterwards, the boys were taken back to the big bathroom just off the main room where the large tub was already half full of hot water and two changing pads lay on the floor. Pacifiers went back in as the boys lay down on their pads and had their plastic pants and wet diapers removed. After being cleaned with wash cloths, each boy was lifted into the tub and scrubbed from head to toe. As Frankie was being towelled off, Billy noticed he was beginning to tear up. Seeing Billy's mounting anxiety, Nurse Riley stopped drying Frankie and said,

"Billy, there is one important part of your routine at the infirmary I didn't mention. And that's the sound spanking every boy gets before bedtime. If you fuss or give us any trouble, you will get the usual punishment of three extra days in the infirmary. I'm sure you didn't think you would be immune from spankings here in the infirmary. While we feel diapers teach a very good lesson to little boys who still wet their beds like babies, a bedtime spanking every night also makes a memorable impression. There is also one more thing you may not know. We want to make sure your lesson here carries over once you get back to your cottage. For that reason, we have already given Mommy Jenkins a week's supply of nighttime diapers for you which are waiting back in your bedroom. That's the way it is with every boy who needs a visit here. If you stay dry at night for the whole week, you won't have to be diapered at bedtime after that. If you wet your diapers that week or wet the bed later, you will simply come back here and spend a whole week with us with another week of bedtime diapers waiting for you afterwards."

Even before she finished, Billy had begun crying softly. Nurse Linton lifted him gently out of the tub and began drying him as Nurse Riley finished with Frankie. Each boy got a tee shirt after he was dry but nothing else for the time being. Nurse Linton did her best to soothe Billy but it was hopeless. A few minutes later, the nurses led two crying boys out into the main sick room and over to their beds. To make matters worse, each boy had to lie on his tummy first to have his temperature checked as he waited anxiously for his spanking. Only after temperatures were duly noted on charts did each nurse sit down on the bed and take a very reluctant boy over her lap. Since the boys were in beds directly across from each other separated by six or seven yards, Frankie and Billy could each see the other as he was taken firmly across a white uniformed lap, his tee shirt pushed up and out of the way, and a sound, hand spanking delivered.

Bedtime spankings were a long, drawn out affair at the infirmary, with extensive scolding about bed wetting and the need for diapers mixed in with comments about the benefit of regular spankings. Rather than spanking with maximal force, the nurses paced themselves for an extended lesson of fifteen or twenty minutes. While the visual result of a bright red bottom was no different from a five minute spanking, the extended session was far more memorable and had the effect of regressing any bed wetters to the point where they accepted their diapers with mush less fuss. Afterwards, the crying child was lifted up and cuddled on the nurse's lap until his crying stopped. Only then was a changing pad slipped under him right in his bed and thick, triple layer nighttime diapers and plastic pants applied. After another spoon of castor oil to prevent constipation, each boy was given a bottle of fruit juice and told to finish it before he fell asleep. The lights went out at 7:00.

After tossing fitfully for two hours his first night, Billy finally fell asleep, only to wake early in the morning in a soaking wet diaper. The castor oil had done its work and Billy also needed to make a BM. He lay there feeling miserable for an hour as some daylight began filtering in through the curtains. At some point, Frankie began to get restless and seemed to be rolling over. After a few minutes, Billy heard a quiet grunting in the dark room. Afterwards, Frankie let out a long breath and fell back asleep as the perfume of a messy diaper reached Billy's nostrils. Realizing he would probably feel better himself, Billy rolled over onto his tummy and gave in to the spasms of his bowel. He too sighed and fell asleep for another hour, waking only at 7:30 when Nurse Linton came in to get them up.

Each boy had a diaper change right in his bed with his temperature checked as well. Then they were taken in for breakfast as another day unfolded at the infirmary. By the time Billy went home to Mommy Jenkins two days later, the thought of nighttime diapers for a week was less daunting. His only regret was that Mommy Jenkins didn't have a rocker and that he wouldn't be getting rocked with a bottle before nap time.

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