John loved his adoptive mother who had fostered him when his parents were killed in a car crash. She and her husband had adopted him because they both loved him so much and couldn't bear to part with him. Sister Davis, John's mum, was a district nurse who believed in 'inner cleanliness' so all the family were purged and given a washout at least once a week, more frequently if they were showing signs of illness such as a cold or the flu.

John was allowed to wear nappies and rubber pants in bed, and to use them for their proper purpose, if he had chosen to be purged at night, or up to three times a week if he wanted. He had to stay dry on the other nights so that he would have bowel and bladder control, especially if he was away from home. For John, the feel of the terry towelling nappies against his skin was the trigger which enabled him to wet himself at night without effort and while he was asleep. He was allowed to sleep in just his rubber pants and nappy, with a bottle of water or juice to suck from. Often he would go to sleep with either the teat of the bottle or his thumb in his mouth and his other hand holding the rubber pants between his legs. When he was on a 'dry night' he'd asked his mother if he could just wear the rubber pants to bed as he liked the feeling of the rubber against his skin. His mother was happy to let him, and sometimes he wore the rubber suit which he used when he was being purged to prevent leaks. It had an elasticated neck, long sleeves with elasticated wrists, an elasticated waist and legs which would reach down to his knees with elastic around the knees. There were two which fitted him. One was in the yellow brown nature semitransparent rubber and the other was a lovely pale blue. He had a rubber sheet over the mattress, rubber pillow case covers under the pillow slips and a rubber sheet under the drawsheet. He would go to sleep enveloped with the smell of the rubber.

One day, after one of his 'dry nights', his mother came into his bedroom and let the side of the hospital bed down so John could get out. John still occasionally had nightmares about his parents' death as he'd been hurt in the same accident. Sister Davis had kept the cot sides on his bed as he would thrash about in these nightmares and she didn't want him to fall out of bed and hurt himself. He had a urinal beside the bed if he needed to pass urine during the night when he didn't have nappies on. "Would you go to the toilet, John , to empty your bladder, please? I know it's your purging day, but something a little different is happing today. You'll see what it is later. I'd like you to stay in your pyjamas as well, but take off your rubber pants, dear." John hopped out of bed in a very curious frame of mind and did as he was bidden. When he was in the toilet, he heard the front door bell and, coming out, he heard voices and then the shutting of the front door, followed by two pairs of footsteps up the stairs.

To his surprise, he saw his friend Paul coming up the stairs followed by his mum. "Hello, Paul," John said, "Are you the surprise today, then?" "I guess I must be," replied Paul with a rather sheepish expression. "What are you doing here before breakfast?" John asked him. John's mum answered that one. "Paul has been rather constipated lately and his mother asked me if I could purge him to try to get him sorted out. I thought that he might like to join you so he'll know what to expect and you can go first to show him what to do." "OK, mum. I hope you'll enjoy it, Paul."

With that, Sister Davis went into the special second bedroom. Paul's eyes went wide when he saw the peculiar hospital style examination couch with a rubber cover over it and a pair of stirrups on either side. There was a sink in the room and cupboards with closed solid doors so it didn't look much like a normal bedroom. "OK, John," said mum, "You know what to do!" John removed his pyjamas and lay on his back on the special couch while mum hooked his feet into the stirrups. Mum put on her rubber apron and rubber gloves, then opened one of the cupboards to remove two pairs of rubber pants, a green and a blue pair, a thick pile of nappies and nappy pins. Paul's eyes went even wider at the sight of all this and he swallowed hard several times. He wasn't sure he was going to like this! John's mum placed half of the nappies under John's bottom and then went to another cupboard where she took out a kidney dish, a gallipot and four glycerine suppositories. She took the gallipot and filled it with water, then carried the dish over to the couch. She picked up one of the suppositories and dipped it into the water until it was wet and slippery. She placed the rounded end against John's anus and pushed it inside his rectum with her finger, following it quickly by a second suppository. Washing her gloved hands, she then removed his feet from the stirrups and pinned the nappy tightly around John's bottom. "Do you want the blue or green pants, Paul?" she asked. "Er, the blue ones, please," came Paul's rather hesitant reply. Picking up the dark green rubber pants, she put them over John's thick nappies and made sure all the terry towelling was securely tucked inside the rubber cover to prevent leaks.

John got down and Sister Davis asked Paul to get on the couch in his place. She put his feet in the stirrups, then explained to him, "The toilet is out of bounds this morning which is why you're going to be wearing the nappies. The things I'm about to put in your bottom are called suppositories and will make you go to the toilet and do your 'number twos'. I know this is your first time, but please try to hold on as long as possible before you go to the toilet in your nappies. If you need to 'spend a penny', your nappy is thick enough to soak that up. OK, Paul?" Paul mumbled a reply which she took to be in the affirmative, and anyway she'd been asked to do this by Pail's mum, so he'd have to put up with it. She placed the nappies under him and inserted the two suppositories, followed by pinning up the nappies and putting on the blue rubber pants which Paul had chosen. She released Paul from the stirrups and helped him down. She washed her hands are removed the gloved. Gong into another cupboard, she removed two rubber suits which went from just below armpits to just above the knee. Paul was helped into the blue one and John wore the green one. John's mum gave Paul his shirt to put on, saying "Your trousers won't fit over the nappies, and the rubber suit would show below the short legs anyway, so you may as well dress like that. John did the same and led Paul downstairs to the living room where he'd been allowed to set up his train set last night and, to his great surprise, leave it out on the floor overnight. Now he knew why!

John's mum closed the door as she thought the boys would have a lot to talk about in the half hour before breakfast. Once the door was shut, Paul said to John, "Do you do this often, then?" "Every weekend," came John's reply. "I really need to go to the toilet badly," Paul said, squirming as the glycerine suppositories did their work. "Well go then," John said. "I'll have to go in a minute or two, so don't worry." "I'm not allowed to mess my pants," Paul wailed. "Don't be silly, "John reassured him. "Your mum knows what my mum is doing and it's all right." The look on Paul's face showed that he had failed in his struggle to avoid filling his nappy. The noises coming from under his rubbers confirmed this. Paul blushed a bright red. John smiled at him and casually filled his nappy as well. "There we are. We've both messed our nappies. You may as well sit down as we'll be in these until after lunchtime." "But it will squash everywhere" wailed Paul. "Yes. You'll soon get used to it!"

After half an hour, the boys were called in to breakfast. On the table were four glasses with an oily liquid in. The two smaller ones were for John and Paul and the other two were for Mr. & Mrs. Davis. Sister Davis held John's nose while he drank down the castor oil as quickly as possible, followed by a large glass of orange juice. Paul was encouraged to do the same. He shuddered at the foul oily taste of the castor oil and drank down the juice gladly. "What was that?" he asked. "Castor oil," replied Sister Davis. "I've given you a very large dose of that for your age which will make you go to the toilet very often this morning and with a great deal of urgency. That's why you're in nappies as you probably wouldn't get to the toilet in time. Now eat your breakfast!"

Purging morning was always porridge to give the castor oil plenty to work on. John knew from previous experience that what he'd eaten yesterday and breakfast would very soon be filling his nappy, apart from what the suppository had already caused him to deposit there. Paul looked very uncomfortable at the thought of what would happen to him later that morning. Little did he know, thought John, what the afternoon would bring!

During the morning, both boys used their nappies frequently for both stool and urine so that by lunchtime, both were very wet and messy. After a delightful and filling lunch during which both boys were encouraged to drink plenty, Paul and John went back to play with the train set while John's mum cleared away the lunch for John's dad to wash up. Both boys were definitely ready for a nappy change as the castor oil had been most effective in clearing Paul's constipation. "What happens next?" Paul asked John. "Well, normally, I'd be put in the bath to be cleaned up, then mum'd take me back into that special room and wash my insides out with a tube up my bottom. It's not painful and certainly not as bad as it sounds. It can be fun 'cos she's so gentle. But what she's do today, I have no idea."

Sister Davis poked her head around the door, "Come into the bathroom, boys. It's time to get those messy nappies off you and clean you up." John dutifully led Paul upstairs to the bathroom. Sister Davis already had her long rubber apron on and a pair of long gauntlet rubber gloves with two buckets standing ready to receive the soiled nappies and rubber pants. "Are you happy, Paul, sharing the bath with John as I can shower you both off together?" "It's all right by me, Mrs. Davis, if John doesn't mind." Sister Davis laughed, "John doesn't mind, do you John?" "No mum, that's fine by me!" came John's answer. She removed the shirts from each boy and lifted them into the shower. She next peeled off the rubber garments from each boy and dropped them into one of the buckets to be washed later. The nappies were unpinned and dropped into the other bucket. There was a shower attachment on the bath which she used to thoroughly hose Paul and John clean. She then showered John from head to foot as he'd missed his morning bath when Paul arrived. Paul would have protested at home that he was a big boy and could bath himself, but he found that he was enjoying the mothering which he was receiving at John's mum's hands. She picked up a large white fluffy towel and wrapped it around Paul first, lifting him out of the bath and placing him on the bath mat. She then did the same to John and, turning to Paul, started to dry him off while John dried himself. Paul hadn't been bathed for some time and was enjoying being 'babied' by John's mum. Once Paul was dry, he was wrapped in the towel while Sister Davis turned her attentions to John. She checked he'd dried himself properly. "OK, boys, I'll go and get ready for you both. You'll be more comfortable with an empty bladder, so use the toilet while I get sorted."

When they came back, still with their towels wrapped round them, Sister Davis, now wearing her long rubber apron and gloves again, said to John, "Would you go first, John, so that Paul can see what we're doing and he won't be worried by it!" She took the towel off John and picked up a sort of rubber belt which she fastened around John's waist, just above his hips. Once it was in place, she lifted John onto the couch and placed his legs in the stirrups. She held up a black hard rubber object, with straps connected to it and with a length of red rubber tubing attached. The object was tapered out from the tip with a narrower waist and a wider flange at the end where the rubber tubing was connected. "This is a special enema nozzle, boys. I'm going to put into John's back passage and it will be held there by the belt and straps to help you to hold the enema for as long as possible. Paul, John is more used to having enemas and washouts than you are so you won't be getting as much as he will and I'll be using a smaller nozzle for you. I'll be putting some hot soapy water into your bottom which will make you go to the toilet and wash you out thoroughly. By the time you go home, your constipation problems should have been sorted!" She connected the rubber tubing to an enema can she filled with hot soapy water from a jug which she'd prepared while the boys were using the toilet. She opened the clamp on the tubing and let the air out of the tubing. Next she put some lubricant on the nozzle and on a finger of her gloves. She lubricated John's back passage with her gloved finger and then, telling John to take a deep breath and 'bear down', she inserted the nozzle. John felt a momentary pain as the nozzle dilated his anal sphincter, but this passed almost immediately as the waisted section slid into place to be gripped by his sphincter muscle. Sister Davis fastened the straps from the nozzle to hold it tightly in place with the flange pulled up tight against his bottom. Releasing the clamp, John could feel the hot soapy water flooding into him. When he started to feel a cramping sensation, he panted as he'd been told and his mum rubbed his abdomen for him. By the time the enema can was empty, his abdomen was swollen from the amount of water inside him. He had come to enjoy that sensation though. Sister Davis clamped off the tubing coming from John's bottom and disconnected it from the tubing leading tot he enema can. She removed John's feet from the stirrups and lifted him down to stand on the floor. Paul just stood and stared as John's abdomen was really bulging from all that soapy water inside him and he had a tail of red rubber tubing as well. John's mum then helped John to step into a short rubber skirt in green rubber with an elasticated waist.

It was his turn next as John's mum put a similar skirt on Paul, then lifted him onto the couch and put his legs in the stirrups. "Don't be frightened, Paul. I'll be very gentle and, who knows, you may enjoy this!" She lubricated her little finger and her middle finger. She very gently inserted her little finger into Paul's anus, dilating his back passage to allow her middle finger to continue the dilation. She moved her finger around inside Paul to slowly relax his anal sphincter. Paul began to see her point. This felt nice, not nasty! With the instruction to take a deep breath and "bear down as if you were going to the toilet", she inserted the rectal nozzle into Paul's back passage. Like John, there was a moment of pain as the widest part of the nozzle entered him, but this soon went. Paul could feel the nozzle inside him and clenched his anal sphincter tightly around it: that felt nice. She strapped the nozzle firmly in place just like she'd done for John.

John's mum opened the clip and started the hot soapy water flowing into Paul's rectum and colon. It felt strange, but quite pleasant. Sister Davis was holding the enema can at a lower level so the soapy water would run in slower and wouldn't cause cramping. She explained to Paul that he was to say if he felt any cramping, but with the lower pressure, she managed to get all of the enema into him without having to stop once. Paul looked down and could see his abdomen bulging, although not as much as John's did. "Well done, Paul" You did really well. How was that, then?" "I enjoyed it, thank you!" Paul said, to his surprise. John was by now wriggling as the soap enema had done its job and was demanding release. "Paul, would you rather John went to the toilet to empty himself while you go on here, or are you happy for you both to be in here?" "But there's no toilet in here," Paul exclaimed. "I know, but we nurses have special methods," Sister Davis said with a smile. Paul thought abut it. "I don't mind John being in here. We are friends, after all."

Sister David removed the section of the couch, revealing an open fronted toilet seat arrangement over a large stainless steel pan. undid a catch on the couch and swung it up so that Paul was sitting up, almost but not quite vertically, with his bottom resting on the seat. She then went to a cupboard and got out a stainless steel bedpan and placed it on top of a rubber sheet on the chair. She told John to stand in front of the chair with his feet apart. She carefully undid the straps holding the nozzle in place and held the nozzle while John sat on the bedpan. She removed the nozzle and arranged the skirt around his bottom and the pan to prevent the splashes which would otherwise occur as John voided all that soapy enema solution. John, as a matter of pride, continued to hold onto the enema, even though he really did need to 'go'. Paul had his nozzle removed and immediately Sister Davis' hand was out of the way and the skirt pulled around his bottom, he released the enema. He'd never been to the toilet before so explosively and he could feel why the skirt was there to contain the splashes. It was a weird experience, strangely cathartic. He could really get to like this. The sounds of Paul voiding his enema were John's signal to do the same. Because of the castor oil, both boys mainly passed soapy water as the purgative had done a good job of removing most of the stool inside them. Paul did pass some lumps which had been blocking him because of his constipation. To Paul's surprise he also involuntarily passed urine while he was voiding the enema. He realised why he'd been told to empty his bladder before receiving the enema. When Paul had finished, which took both him and John over twenty minutes to accomplish, he felt really empty for the first time in ages.

John's mum wiped both boys clean with toilet paper, then washed their bottoms for them. She turned to Paul, "Paul, you're staying the night as you've got one more treatment to go. You'll be in nappies overnight as I'll be giving you both some Epsom Salts which will wash out the soap inside you. Would you like to be dressed normally before you get changed for bed, or would you like to be in rubber pants and nappies? That means that you can use your nappies if you need to 'spend a penny' or if there's some more enema still to come out. It's up to you." Paul thought about it and then asked John, "What do you want?" John replied that it was Paul's choice! Paul blushed as he said to Sister Davis, embarrassed that he had made that choice, "I'd like the nappies, please." "I thought you might," said John's mum as she lowered the couch back and replaced the bottom section so that she could put the nappies on Paul. First she liberally creamed him with zinc and castor oil cream to prevent nappy rash. Both boys were dressed in nappies, rubber pants and a tee shirt and went down to play trains some more until supper time.

At one point, Paul stopped playing for a moment and appeared to be concentrating. John knew that his friend was trying to overcome the potty training which he'd had drummed into him and wet his nappy. John turned to him and gently put his hand on the rubber pants between Paul's legs, pushing the now wet nappy against Paul's skin. "It feels nice, doesn't it?" John asked. "Yes, it does. If I wet my pants at home accidentally, I'd be smacked for it, but it's all right here, isn't it?" "Oh yes! Mum doesn't mind. It's fun to be in nappies sometimes. I can drink loads and not keep stop playing to have to use the toilet."

When they had supper, their chairs had a rubber sheet on them with a couple of folded nappies. As the boys had only the one pair of rubbers over their nappies, Sister Davis didn't want the boys to leak on her chairs. During the meal, she encouraged both boys to drink plenty. After supper was cleared away, she spent some time upstairs and then called the boys to her. Each boy had his wet nappies removed and replaced with dry ones, although they kept the same rubber pants this time. She led them into John's bedroom. "You can share your bed with Paul, can't you, John ?" "Oh yes, mum. No problems!" Sister Davis sat down on the chair. She was wearing her rubber apron and the boys were wearing just their nappies and rubbers. "Come here, Paul and sit on my lap." Paul did so, shivering at first as he leant against the cold rubber of her apron. She cuddled him to her and, picking up a very large bottle, filled with liquid, slipped the teat into Paul's mouth. Paul sucked at it, drinking down the orange juice, and noticing the salty after taste. She said to Paul that she'd be leaving a bottle with some juice in it beside the bed in case Paul woke in the night and felt thirsty. After a short time, Paul was fast asleep with the chloral hydrate she'd added to ensure that he did have a good sleep before the Epsom Salts washed through him. She gently lifted Paul and put him into the bed. Sister Davis picked up another bottle and held out her arms for John to cuddle up to her. He snuggled against her apron and sucked greedily at the bottle. Soon too he was fast asleep and lying in the bed beside his friend.

In the middle of the night, both boys awoke as the Epsom Salts purged them and caused them to flood into their nappies. They could feel and hear a gurgling inside each other as the osmotic laxative poured its salty fluid through them. They became very wet as their terry nappies tried to soak up the outpourings, doing so eventually. They both reached for their bottles of juice an, almost as if choreographed, put the teat between their lips, their other hand caressing the smooth rubber pants between their legs and went back to sleep as they sucked at their bottles. Both woke again in the night, but not at the same time. In the morning, Sister Davis came into the room. She invited both boys to pass urine into their nappies if they needed to and to ensure that they'd got an empty bowel too. She left them as the boys strained to do her bidding, both passing urine, but were completely empty as the purging of the day before had been thorough and effective. She came back a few minutes later and lifted both boys out of bed. Their nappies were very wet and heavy, pulling down the rubber pants between their legs as they waddled with her to the bathroom. She lifted them both into the shower, removed their soaking nappies and rubbers and showered them clean. After drying both boys, she led them back into the second bedroom. Lifting Paul onto the couch, she proceeded to cream his tail end thoroughly before reapplying clean dry nappies and rubber pants. "Your mum is collecting you after breakfast, Paul, and she's expecting you to be in nappies and rubber pants this morning, so don't worry! She's going to leave you in them until after lunch and will taken them off and clean you up then. Did you enjoy this, Paul?" Paul had to agree that he had enjoyed being cared for with his best mate, John. "Well Paul, your mother is worried about your constipation and has asked me to do this regularly, so you'll be back again in three weeks, unless you need help sooner!"

After the boys were left to dress themselves while mum went down to prepare breakfast, Paul turned to John. "Does this mean that if I get constipated again, my mum'll bring me back sooner, do you think?" John agreed that it sounded as if Paul had got it right. "I'll just have to become constipated again, won't I?" Paul said, with a wicked grin. After breakfast, Paul's mum took him home, promising to wash and return the nappies and rubbers to Sister Davis during the week. The boys said their goodbyes until school on the next morning, both, however, looking forward to being purged together again and wearing their nappies and rubber pants. John whispered to Paul as he was leaving, "This is our secret, isn't it" Paul agreed vehemently as he didn't want others at school knowing he'd been wearing and using nappies and rubber pants over the weekend. It had been lovely, but he wouldn't want the other boys knowing: they just wouldn't understand if they hadn't experienced it for themselves.

A few days later, John came out of school with cuts to his face, torn clothing and what looked like a black eye to be slowly selling and becoming redder. John ran up to mum and hugged her. "I'm sorry, mum, I've been fighting!" Sister Davis replied, "Tell me all about it when we get home in private, John. You know I'm far from pleased that you've been fighting and that your clothes are spoiled." They walked home from school in silence. Normally John would have been telling his mother what he'd been doing at school all day. Sister Davis was pleased to see that he was holding her hand, but with his head down, ashamed.

She'd been phoned by the school who'd told her all about it, but she wanted John to tell her the truth. "I didn't start it, mum. One of the boys was bullying a younger boy and I told him to stop. He wouldn't and said, "Make me!" to him. I told him again that he shouldn't do that to the other boy, so then he hit me and that's how the fight started." "All right, John, I understand that. What happened next?" "Well mum, he's the class bully and no-one has stood up to him before. I hit him back and was so mad that I kept hitting him over and over. He wasn't so tough after all, so I knocked him to the ground and kept hitting him over and over. I wanted to pay him back for all the people he'd bullied before, including me, and I just couldn't stop." "Are you ashamed of what you did?" Yes mum. I had to defend myself when he hit me, but I didn't just defend myself. I bullied him in the end. I guess." "Do you know what you did to him?" "Yes, I broke his front teeth and he's got two black eyes and loads of cuts and bruises where I kept hitting him." With a wail from his heart, John cried, "I'm sorry mum. I shouldn't have done it!"

Sister Davis was secretly pleased that John had told her the truth without the need to have it dragged out of him. His account matched that from the school and he did seem sorry. However, it was her duty to reinforce that. The school had said that John had been set upon by the other boy, but that he'd retaliated rather too enthusiastically. The school had asked whether they, the school, should punish John or whether she'd do it. She'd said that she would prefer to punish John in private so he wouldn't be humiliated in front of his friends. The head teacher had been pleased with her reply, knowing that she would probably be much tougher on John than he would have been.

"You know I must punish you, John?" "Yes mum, I deserve it. I should have stopped at defending myself. Instead I've hurt the other boy badly and I've ruined my clothes, and worst of all," he burst into tears and wailed, "I've let you down!" "John, do you want me to punish you now or do you want your father to do it when he comes home?" "Please do it now, mum." "All right, John. Go to your bedroom and take your clothes off. I will call you in a few minutes when I'm ready."

John walked slowly upstairs with his head hung low in shame. He did as he was told and stood there shivering both from being undressed and in fearful anticipation of what his punishment would be. "Come now, John." He walked into the second bedroom to find his mother sitting in the chair, wearing her rubber apron with several nappies forming a pad on her lap. "Stand next to my leg, John." As he did so, she put her hand behind his head and pushed him down across her lap with his bottom upwards. Holding him there with one hand, she proceeded to spank him thoroughly with her other hand. After a time, with tears streaming down John's face and his bottom very red and sore, he was told to stand up and move round to the other side. The process was repeated, allowing Sister Davis to use her other hand. John's tears were puddling on the floor by this stage and he really hurt. To his shame, as she was spanking him, he found himself wetting the pile of nappies uncontrollably. He hated that, despite loving wearing nappies with rubber pants and wetting himself . This was different and it was horrible. Eventually, his mother ordered him to stand up. He was blushing as he knew he would see the wet patch on the nappies across mum's lap. She must have guessed he'd do that which is why she was wearing the rubber apron and had piled the nappies on her lap. He looked up at his adopted mother and saw that she was crying too. "Mum, you're crying!" he exclaimed. "Yes, John, do you really think I enjoy punishing you? You've been such a good boy and I hoped I'd never have to punish you like this. I'm afraid I've not finished yet." "I'm so sorry, mum. I really didn't want to cause you all this trouble and upset." "I know, John, I know."

Sister Davis indicated that John should get onto the couch. She placed a pile of nappies under him and put his legs in the stirrups. Donning a pair of rubber gloves, she lubricated his back passage and then held up a soap stick. "This will burn and make you feel very uncomfortable. There's no point in punishing you if the punishment is over quickly and forgotten. I shall put a plug in your bottom so you can't push the soap stick out until I give you permission. Do you understand, John?" "Yes, mum," came a very quiet voice. Sister Davis inserted the wetted soap stick and fastened the nappies tightly around John, pulling up the rubbers and tucking all of the nappy inside. She gave him a large glass of water to drink, then put him into bed and pulled up the cot sides. She tied his ankles to the bars of the cot so that he would have to lie on his back with his well spanked bottom pressing against the mattress to remind him of his punishment. She turned the light out without kissing him 'good night' - the first time ever she'd not done that. Leaving the bedroom, she shut the door behind her.

Later that night as she and Alf, her husband, lay in bed, very definitely not sleeping because of their concern for John. She and Alf were talking about the incident long after midnight, when Alf suddenly asked her to be quiet. Faintly but audibly was the sound of real grief from John's room. Alf turned to his wife, "Come on, love. He's always been a good boy until now and, let's face it, he was only trying to stop another boy from being bullied." "Yes, Alf, but he went too far!" "In the heat of the moment with I suspect the other boys encouraging him, what do you expect? Go to him: he needs you." With that, he kissed his wife gently on her forehead and pushed her out of bed. "Go on! He needs you!"

Sister Davis went next door and turned on the light. John's face was red raw from his crying and he'd exhausted himself so much that by now all he could do was sob. His pillow was soaking wet from his tears. When he saw his adoptive mother enter the room, he started to cry even more. "John, calm yourself." "Please don't send me back, mum. I'm so sorry! I wouldn't do that again. Please, mum, I love you and dad. Don't send me away!"

His mother was shocked. She'd not considered that such severe punishment would make him think that they would somehow 'un-adopt' him. She burst into tears herself and, pushing down the cot sides and untying his ankles, she grabbed him and hugged him fiercely to her. "O John! Don't ever think that. We love you and you're our son for ever, no matter what. We didn't realise you might think that we don't want you!" John grabbed her too and sobbed and sobbed. He buried his face in her nightdress which then also became soaked with his tears. "I never meant to upset you and dad. He'd been such a bully and was hurting the other boy so much, I just couldn't let him keep hurting him. His mum has just died and the bully had been teasing him about his mum." Sister Davis sat up straight. She hadn't considered the possibility that there was much, much more to this than she'd been told. No wonder John had defended the younger boy so strongly, having lost both his parents himself. No wonder he'd lost his normal self-control! John wondered what he'd done wrong now and looked up. "John, I've punished you too much. Let's get rid of that soap stick. You be a good boy and wait there for me. She went to bring him a bedpan and clean nappies. She removed the wet nappies and sat him on the bedpan. John passed the remains of the soap sick which still burnt inside him. She washed his bottom and applied some soothing cream where he'd been spanked. It stung worse at first, but John didn't say a word as the way she was caring for him showed she was trying to help and wasn't angry with him any more. She applied clean dry nappies and rubber pants, then made him a bottle of Epsom Salts and chloral hydrate, the first to wash out the nasty soap and the second to ensure a good sleep even with the pain form his spanking. She cuddled him to her as she gave him the bottle and rocked him gently until he was soundly asleep. Putting him into bed and placing his favourite teddy bear beside him, she planted a kiss on his forehead and went back to her husband, leaving the door open so that she could be there if he woke.

"I really misjudged him, Alf," she sobbed as she explained why John had fought the bully so hard. "I knew there must be something else to make him fight like that," Alf replied, "and I'm glad we've found out why. I'll ring the head teacher tomorrow and explain why he'd reacted like that. Will you send him to school?" "No, I've a couple of days owing and my boss keeps saying that I should take them. I'll stay at home tomorrow as there are enough nurses on duty without me, and I'll really let him know that we both love him dearly." "That's the way, love," Alf said to his wife, "he needs to know he's loved and that should help him.

The next morning, Sister Davis brought John breakfast in bed. "Stay there, love and I'll sort you out after breakfast." After breakfast, and when Alf had gone to work and she'd phoned to arrange cover on the district, she set up in the second bedroom. John was lifted out of bed and taken to the bathroom where his wet and messy nappies were removed and he was washed and cuddled dry in a clean white towel. He was carried to the second bedroom where mum, wearing her rubber apron and gloves, stood him on the floor. She part filled a bedpan with warm water and set out her equipment on a trolley beside the couch. Sitting on the couch with the back up and her legs astride the couch and put the bedpan between her legs. She lifted John so that his back was against her rubber apron and he was sitting on the bedpan. A lubricated finger was inserted into his back passage, followed by the shaped enema syringe nozzle from a Higginson syringe which she's pre-filled with warm water. The nozzle tapered out from the tip and then narrowed again to a cuff which sat against John's external anal sphincter so that he could grip on the nozzle without it sliding out. "Hold the tail of the syringe in the water for me, John," she said, John did her bidding as she squeezed the bulb rhythmically, slowly filling him until his abdomen was distended from all the warm water. She lifted him onto the floor with the syringe hanging like a tail between his legs. Putting the couch flat, she put down a thick layer of nappies and a pair of rubber pants. Lifting Jon onto the nappies, she asking him to grip with his bottom as she removed the nozzle so he wouldn't leak. Once done, she put on the thick layer of nappies followed by the rubber pants. She sat on the chair beside the couch, put a couple of nappies on the lap on top of her rubber apron, and lifted John to sit on her lap. She cuddled him, crying as she did so. "Please don't cry, mummy!" John said, "I love you!" "I know you do, pet. That's why I'm crying because love you so much." As she cuddled and rocked him, she whispered into his ear, "You can let it go now!" John relaxed and let the warm water flood into his nappies as he was kissed, rocked and cuddled by his loving mother. The pain of yesterday had been forgotten. With the warm wet nappy between his legs and in his mother's arms, he wasn't sure if he'd ever been happier.

Unfortunately, that was not the end of the matter. The bully had friends and they didn't like to see their mate humiliated by a weedy lad like John. A few days later in the playground at break, they grabbed John and pulled him behind the school's boiler house. Fortunately they'd been seen by one of John's friend who ran to get the teacher on duty. By the time the teacher had arrived, John was on the ground being subjected to a real kicking. The teacher dragged the boys off John and knelt down to find he'd been kicked unconscious. The teacher sent one of the girls to the staffroom to get help. John was completely out of it and didn't see the ambulance which took him to hospital, nor his mother anxiously waiting in the hospital for news.

The first thing John knew was coming round in the ward where he'd been when his parents died and he was injured in that car accident. His mum was by his bedside, crying again. When he saw her, she leaned over and kissed him, "O John, I'm so glad you're awake." He realised that both of his arms were in plaster, his ribs hurt and the hissing noise he could hear was the oxygen mask over his face. He mumbled something, so Sister Davis moved the mask away a little so she could hear what he was saying. "I remember those boys beating me up, but I don't remember coming here." He could see one of the windows and it was dark outside. "Gosh, it's night! Have I been unconscious that long?" "John, dearest, you've been unconscious for three days now. Your father and I have been so worried about you."

John realised that his ribs were strapped up which was why breathing was difficult, apart from painful. He also realised that he was in a very wet nappy. He told his mum that he was very wet so she asked one of the nurses who came with clean nappies and rubbers for him. The nurse pulled the curtains around John's bed and his mother helped the nurse to change him. The nurse said to John, "Because of your ribs, your concussion because of the kicking your head received and your broken arms, we're going to keep you here for a few days and I'm afraid that means staying in bed. We'll keep you in nappies as you can hardly manage a urinal or bedpan yourself. If we keep you in nappies, it will be easier for us to nurse you. I should warn you as well that we'll have to feed you too! As you're now awake, I'll bring you a bottle. If I wedge it for you, you can drink from it when you're thirsty. Oh yes, and the good news is that I can take the oxygen mask off you now!" Now in clean dry nappies and rubber pants, John thanked the nurse for looking after him. She affectionately ruffled his hair, telling him that he was a good boy.

Every day, one of the student nurses would come to feed him his meals. He apologised for being a nuisance, but was reassured that it wasn't his fault he was in hospital and that's what they were there for anyway. The inevitable happened, of course. John became very constipated from being in bed. One of the nurses came to him along with a student nurse when he needed a nappy change. The nurse was carrying a tray and the student the nappies. After the curtains were pulled round him, John was washed and liberally creamed with zinc and castor oil cream. However, when the clean nappies were put under him, a thicker layer than usual, the nurse said to John, "I'm going to ask the student nurse here to give you two glycerine suppositories to help to loosen you up and help you to go to the toilet. Then, I'm afraid, it's a big dose of castor oil as well." The student took one of the suppositories and showed it to John. "I'm going to wet this and then slide it into your bottom. It won't hurt and I'd like you to hold them as long as possible. They'll make you want to go to the toilet, but that's all right as you'll have your nappies on. All right, John?" She dipped the first suppository in a little pot of water and inserted it carefully into John bottom with her gloved finger, pushing it as far into his rectum as possible, between his rectal wall and the impacted stool. The second suppository quickly followed and his nappies were pinned on. The rubber pants followed and all of the nappy was checked to make sure it was all inside the rubbers. The nurses went to remove their gloves and wash their hands and then came back to him. Sitting him up in bed, less painful now that his ribs were healing, the student held his nose whilst the nurse encouraged John to swallow the mixture of orange juice and castor oil in one big gulp. He was then given a big bottle of orange juice to drink which the student held whilst he sucked from the teat, while the other nurse went about her duties elsewhere in the ward. The student spoke to John, "The castor oil will make you go to the toilet lots. You may get some cramping in your tummy, but that's normal and nothing to worry about. When you need to 'go', just let it out into your nappies. We don't mind – that's why you're wearing them!" John didn't tell her that he was well used to the effects of castor oil! The castor oil apparently had its intended effect, although the suppositories just came back again about twenty minutes later. The nurses waited until they guessed that the castor oil had done its worst. However, when the student nurses came to remove his very messy nappies, one of them lubricated a finger of her rubber gloves and inserted it into John's back passage. To her surprise, the mess on the nappies had by-passed the impacted stool which was still there. She slipped out of the curtains and had a word with sister. Sister came, wearing a rubber glove on one hand and repeated John's internal examination. "Well done, nurse, your diagnosis was correct. What would you suggest as our next step?" "Well, sister, John has been very co- operative with us, so I would suggest that we give him a soap and water enema." "How much would you give, nurse?" "He's quite big for his age, so I would make up two pints and see how much he could comfortably take. I'd expect that he could manage at least a pint and a half." "Well answered, nurse. But a soap enema needs time for it to soften impacted stool. Is there anything we can do to help John retain his enema?" "We could use a plug, sister." "Any other ideas?" sister addressed this comment to the other nurse who hadn't volunteered any information yet. "We could insert a colon tube, put his nappies and rubber pants back on, then press on his buttocks when the tube has been slid out to help him to retain the enema until it's worked. Inserting a plug could be uncomfortable for him."" "A sensible suggestion, nurse. Why don't you get everything ready and I'll come to supervise you. It'll be another item we can mark off your training schedule. Did you understand all that, John?" "Yes, sister." Sister laughed, "You're a good boy, John. I'll come back in a bit and help the students to give you your enema."

The students came back with a large rubber sheet to protect the bed, a trolley with all the equipment on it and they both had ankle length rubber aprons to keep their uniforms clean. Sister came over to join them as the students pushed the trolley through the curtain to the side of John's bed. The curtains were pulled back around John's bed then John was lifted up by one student while the other spread the rubber sheet over the bed so it covered all of the mattress, hanging down at the sides. The rubber sheet was tucked under the top pillow, but over the lower one to keep the pillows clean if there should be an accident. A couple of towels were placed across the area where John's hips were to be placed to absorb any leaks or spillage. John was placed on his left side with his knees bent. His rubbers were pulled down and his nappies removed. One student lubricated the end of the colon tube attached to the enema can filled with hot soapy water and then lubricated John's back passage. Meanwhile, under the watchful eye of sister, the other nurse flushed the air out of the tube and, once John was well lubricated, inserted the colon tube about three to four inches into his rectum. The tube was placed behind him and a pile of thick fresh nappies was placed on the bed. John was rolled over onto the nappies which were pinned in place and his rubber pants pulled up over then. Rolled onto his side again, the rubber colon tune emerged from the back of his rubber pants. One student lifted the enema can up while the other opened the clamp to allow the hot soapy water to start filling John's colon. John smiled to himself. Little did those nurses know that he was well used to this! His mum gave him hot soapy enemas every week and he loved them! Soon there was a gurgle as the can emptied. "He's taken the whole lot, sister!" "Pour some more into the can and give him some more, then," came back sister's answer. A further pint went into John so his tummy was well rounded with all that hot soapy water. "Pull out the colon tube, and , you, nurse, (addressing the other student) hold his buttocks together to help him to retain it. You'll need to swap every five minutes otherwise you'll get cramp in your hands." One of the students clamped off the tube and gently pulled it out. John thought it was a weird sensation as the rubber tube slid out of his rectum and up his back, pressed against his skin by the nappies and rubber pants.

After waiting ten minutes and taking it in turns to hold John's buttocks together, the students pulled out the back rest and rearranged the pillows, the lower one still under the rubber sheet and sat John as upright as possible on the nappies on the bed protection rubber sheet. John was still managing to hold the enema as he'd had plenty of practice! "You can let it out now, John," one of the students said to him, "Don't mind us here. Sister wants us to stay until you've finished and then clean you up." John still held on to the enema so the nurses stood either side of him and tickled him. As he giggled and laughed, he cried foul. "That's not fair!" "Come on, John, you've held it long enough." The tickling had its effect and John released the enema in a flood into his nappies along with all the softened, previously impacted stool. His nappies bulged as he filled them, so much so that brown dribbles started to leak out round the leg cuffs of his rubbers. "Oh dear! We'd better take you to the bathroom to clean you up, young man!" One of the nurses said. Two towels were fetched to wrap around his nappy area to soak up any leaks and John was lifted by one of the student nurses to be carried to the bathroom, There he was stood in the bath while his very messy nappies and rubbers were slid down to his ankles. One of the student nurses stood behind him at the end of the bath while the other lifted up a leg in turn and removed the nappies and rubber pants, placing them in the appropriate bins. John was hosed off with the shower by one nurse, still supported by the other. The nurse, with her ankle length rubber apron, washed him thoroughly between his legs with an exploring finger poked into his back passage and waggled around to check that the enema had done its work properly. John was then wrapped in a large thick fluffy towel and dried. He was then lifted onto the changing table and fresh nappies with clean rubber pants. "Would you like some coloured pants, John, instead of the transparent ones?" "Yes please. Can I have a blue pair?" "Of course you can, John!" When the nappies and rubbers were in place, the student nurse put her hand between his crutch and her other arm under his armpits to carry him back to his bed which had been cleaned up for him by the other student who had left them to do just that. John had his bare back against her rubber apron and loved the feeling as the dry nappies were squeezed up between his legs.

The next day, he was allowed home as his concussion had resolved and his ribs were healing well. The strapping had been removed and John could breath much more easily. He still had the plaster casts on each arm from fingertip to just below his shoulder. Just before he went home, he was put in a thick pile of clean dry nappies with transparent rubber pants and wrapped in a blanket to keep him warm on the journey home. At home his mother was asked, "What's going to happen when I go back to school, mum?" "Don't worry, John. Those boys have been expelled and sent to a special residential school to stop them bullying anyone else. You'll be fine! Let me guess, would you like to stay in nappies until your plaster casts come off?" Sister Davis laughed as John gave her the expected answer, "You bet!"

In the next installment of John's love affair with nappies, rubber pants and bowel cleansing, John goes to hospital to have his adenoids and tonsils out.