Ada was sitting across from Therapist, a kindly middle aged woman who dressed in attractive flowing clothing.

“I know how many humiliations and discomforts you’ve been subjected to, Bottom Ada,” said Therapist. “I want to hear about something that was particularly challenging for you this week. The more I know what is especially difficult for you, the more we can cater your training to be most effective in challenging your boundaries.”

Ada looked down. Sometimes looking someone in the eye and actually articulating her painful memories felt harder than going through them in the first place. She was not used to talking much lately, as she was often gagged or simply forbidden from speaking up.

At the Community it was expected that all the Bottoms would be self-reflective and strive to achieve maximum submission. This involved processing their own feelings of defiance or resistance with a trained professional. It helped them to more effectively accept the role of a Bottom, of the true subservience that was required. The process was just like traditional therapy, except that the bottom was required to be fully naked. Full exposure and vulnerability was believed to help the process.

“It happened during evening classes,” said Ada. “We were all dressed in our childlike school uniforms, sitting in the elementary classroom in front of desks too small for us. I was called on and asked to recite something from memory and I didn’t know the answer.” Her face flushed at the memory.

“Recreating the school experience is very important here,” said Therapist knowingly. “Many people have school related embarrassments in their past. To truly work through them, we believe that exaggerating them far beyond what could have happened in a real school environment, and being forced to survive them, helps us to move forward.”

“Yes, Therapist,” said Ada, and continued. “Teacher called me up in front of the class and asked me to bend over her desk, my bottom facing the class. She pulled up my short skirt. We’re not allowed to wear panties in school, so I was… very exposed.”

Therapist nodded, encouraging Ada to continue.

“It was the young pretty teacher,” Ada said, almost in a whisper. “That made me more embarrassed. She made me stay there while she went down the hall to get something. I became very afraid wondering what it was. She set it next to me and told the class they were going to help me learn. She called them up one by one, and…”

“Ada,” said Therapist, “It’s very important you tell me every detail. One thing that stops you from serving and surrendering fully is your own resistance to embarrassing or painful situations. That’s why we strive to expose you to more humiliation than you would have thought possible. We push your boundaries. It’s a torment. You’ll survive things you never thought you could, and you’ll become better at following directions, better at trusting. Now tell me all.”

“Teacher called up Bottom Billy first,” said Ada, “and asked him to take an ice cube from the bowl and insert it… into my anus.”

“Ada, you’re practically whispering, and you’re not meeting my eye. I want you to repeat that louder.”

Ada wanted badly to refuse. All the blood rushed to her face as she recalled the sensation of the brutally cold ice cube pushing into her, her sphincter shuddering and closing tightly around it.

But Ada did not refuse. “Teacher asked Bottom Billy to insert the ice cube into my anus,” she said louder, looking Therapist in the eye. “Then Bottom Clarence… all the way down the alphabet. I knew it was bad but I didn’t know just how bad it was going to get as they kept pushing ice cubes into me.

“There are twenty-three bottoms in the class aside from me. Some were rough. Some slid a finger inside and gave it a twist. I felt so invaded, so completely powerless. I was glad no one could see my eyes filling with tears, my face pressed against Teacher’s desk.”

“Any resistance?” asked Therapist.

“No,” said Ada, honestly. “Not this time. I didn’t even think of resisting. I just felt like a helpless little girl. I just wanted to hide and wait for it to be over.

“About halfway through, as some of the first cubes started to melt, I noticed a burning sensation and I felt afraid. After Bottom Yolanda had pushed the last cube into me, Teacher told the class that these were very special ice cubes, made with lots of soap. She said all the Bottoms should watch me squirm as the soap took effect and the cramping started. She said I would be desperate to void within minutes, but that she wanted to give me time to think about why I should make studying a priority.”

“Ada, you’ve folded your arms across your chest,” said Therapist. “I know you feel exposed, but I need you to stay open to me and not cover your breasts.”

“Yes, Therapist,” said Ada. She said not realized she was unconsciously being resistant to the process.

“The burning was horrible,” said Ada. “Before I knew it, I was squirming from side to side, terrible cramps going through me, terrified I wouldn’t be able to hold it. I began whining a little even though I tried to stop myself. Teacher asked the class if they thought I needed a little help controlling myself, and they said, Yes Teacher in unison.”

“What then?” asked Therapist, giving her a penetrating look.

“She took me by the hands and advised me to come around her desk and lay over her lap. She said, ‘Class, I’m going to help Ada to exercise some badly needed self-control by giving her a serious bare bottom spanking. My bare hand is strong and trained from years of disciplining the bottoms of naughty girls and boys. I want you all to count while I smack her bottom until it’s bright flaming red.’

“I was breathing hard, struggling as hard as I could to retain the soapy water. Teacher was right that the painful smacks distracted me from the discomfort in my bowels, but I was having trouble not squirming away from her and crying out.”

“Resistance?” asked Therapist.

“Yes, Therapist,” admitted Ada, looking down. “I wanted to pull away. I wanted to run out of there. I wanted to make her stop.”

“Good, Ada,” said Therapist. “You’re being very honest. But you didn’t do that. What stopped you?”

“Well… I thought about how much I wanted to please, how her will was more important than mine, and how I can’t control myself. I thought about how I need help with self-control and I’m here to get it. The burning soapy water up my backside, the sharp stinging smacks to my sore flesh, these are my medicine. I don’t always like it and I don’t want to take it, but it’s good for me. It’s going to make me a better person.”

“Very good, Ada,” said Therapist. “You know you can walk out of here at any time, and yet you don’t. You’re truly developing some good methods of accepting the correction.”

Ada felt pleased at the compliment, but also very vulnerable. She took care to look Therapist in the eye as she went on.

“Teacher stopped spanking me when the class reached fifty. My bottom was on fire inside and out. It was horrible discomfort and I would have done anything to make it stop, but at the same time… This is embarrassing to say, but I could smell Teacher’s sweet perfume and I admired her strong hands. I felt very safe on her lap with her in control. Even though it hurt terribly, I knew she was taking care of me.”

“Wonderful feelings to tap into,” said Therapist.

“She just rubbed my sore bottom for a moment quietly after she stopped spanking me and it was very tender,” said Ada. “The whole class was watching. The pressure in my bowels was overwhelming to me. I was so afraid I would lose control. I was breathing heavy, clenching my sore cheeks together, straining as hard as I could to keep the terrible burning soapsuds inside.

“Teacher said, ‘Class, Ada probably hopes she’ll get a hall pass to use the lavatory down the hall but is that going to happen? No, it most certainly is not. Ada’s fear is that I’m going to make her use the exposed toilet in the corner, and all of you are going to watcher her void while she feels your eyes upon her. But no, class, Ada is learning a lesson, and as her teacher, sometimes it’s my responsibility to think of creative ideas.’

“That’s when she…” Ada got tearful and Therapist handed her a tissue.

“She cleared her desk, put down a large pad, and eased me onto it on my back. She took out an adult diaper…” Here Ada began to cry openly, unable to hold back. It was too painful to recall the shame and humiliation she had felt when realizing she was going to be made to expel into a diaper in front of the whole class of students.

“She was very tender in the way she fastened it on me, looking me right in the eye,” Ada said, sobbing. “She said it was for my own good and I believed her, but still, I just wanted to beg her not to, I just wanted to beg and plead that I couldn’t, I couldn’t possibly survive this.”

Therapist let Ada cry. Finally, Ada blew her nose and continued.

“I was so shocked and humiliated that she was going to diaper me like a baby in front of everyone that for a moment the need to relieve myself seemed less urgent. She strapped the diaper on super tight, and put me in two pairs of thick rubber pants. The elastic bands dug into my thighs, where they would leave serious marks. She told the class it was going to be really messy when I let go, and she wanted it to stay contained. Then she sent me back to my seat with a pat on my diapered bottom.”

“Did you try to hold it?” asked Therapist.

“Of course,” said Ada, “But I made it only a few minutes before letting go. The sounds, the smells… I couldn’t believe I was releasing my bowels in front of the whole class. Other bottoms looked at me, some with pity, some just glad it wasn’t them. I hated feeling my own warm waste pressed against me.

“The smell just about made me sick, and the rubber pants were stiff and hot. It was one of the most horrible things I’ve ever experienced. But I knew I had to submit. I just kept telling myself to surrender and be good.”

“Did she change you when class ended?” asked Therapist.

“No, Therapist,” Ada said, hanging her head again. “She dismissed class and told everyone it would be up to Governess when I should be changed, and that Governess hated reports of poor study habits and probably wouldn’t look too kindly upon me.

“I’m still on a juice diet for another week, and instead of letting me drink my juice out of a glass, Governess had an Attendant feed me out of a bottle in the nursery with all the Bottoms undergoing Baby Training.”

“Have you had that training yet?” asked Therapist.

“No, ma’am,” said Ada, “and I’m very afraid to. I know it will be very hard.”

“Yes, it will,” said Therapist.

“I was put into bed in my usual restraints, still dirty,” said Ada. “It was a horrible night. The smell, the slimy feeling, and my anus still burned from the soap. I kept feeling like more needed to come out but it didn't. It was a true torment.”

“And what is our belief on torment, Bottom Ada?” asked Therapist gently.

“That it makes me more submissive and better to serve, Therapist,” said Ada, again feeling very embarrassed to be forced to find any good reason she should have been made to undergo such misery.

“I was changed the next morning, not in my room or in the nursery, but on the stage in the cafetorium while all the other Bottoms ate breakfast. Governess announced to everyone what type of correction I’d been made to endure.”

“Do you feel you learned something from this Ada?” asked Therapist.

“Yes, Therapist,” said Ada. “I must study harder and I must keep submitting as I’m asked.”

“Thank you for being so honest with me today,” said Therapist. “I’ll call an Attendant to take you back to your unit now.”

Therapist watched as Ada was led down the hall naked. She wrote in her training notes, “Patient responds well to a firm woman in control of her and moderate physical pain. Submits better when strongly anally challenged. Impacted significantly by being denied permission to void in the traditional adult manner. Recommend to increase all of these types of treatment to continue dismantling resistance.”

Therapist looked at the clock. She had fifteen minutes before her next patient. She envisioned Ada bent over Teacher’s knee in front of a room of Bottoms all dressed ridiculously like school children. She imagined how the burning in Ada’s bowels must have felt, her desperation for release, her obedience at submitting to such mortification.

Therapist locked her door and lifted her flowing skirt. She did not wear underwear to sessions for this reason. She was not surprised to note that she was dripping wet and began gently stroking her clit. She looked forward to continuing to do her part in Bottom Ada’s training. There was so much yet to accomplish.