The Orphanage Boys Chapter 4

The Orphanage Boys Chapter 4
by Chadlad

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Chapter 4: Fourth Floor: Reading Material

They ignored the stares and giggles and whispered taunts of the other kids, as well as the looks of sympathy and encouraging comments. In the classroom, they settled into their shared 2-person desk at the front of the room. Sister Chastity turned from the blackboard and spotted them. "Oh," she said, looking at their shirts. "I see. Do you two have your binkies?"

"Our what?" Sam asked.

"Your binkies. Your pacifiers. Diaper Babies are supposed to have pacifiers in their mouths except when directly addressed in class or when drinking from your bottles," she said. They stared at her in new horror and she looked exasperated. "I think I have some here," she said, poking in a desk drawer. She came up with two oversized pacifiers, with nipples the width and length of their own erect penises, shoving one into each boy's mouth. Jake looked at Sam. Sam looked at Jake. With pacifiers in their mouths, and their young-looking faces, and their fatly diapered butts, they both looked like very large babies. Jake looked at his desk, blushing, while Sam glared at a boy in the desk next to theirs until the boy looked away. "You can take them out when sucking on your bottles this morning, but otherwise I expect you to keep them in," Sister Chastity admonished. "Sister Mary Catherine informed me earlier that you're both due for a cleansing today, so I assume you're each supposed to drink the entire bottle's contents before lunch."

Both boys nodded at her solemnly. "Then you'd best get started—take out your binkies and suck on your bottles while I read to you from today's verses."

Sister Chastity called the class to order and read the prescribed verses. Then she told the boys to reinsert their binkies and come stand in front of the class. Both boys did so reluctantly, feeling ridiculous in fat diapers, wearing Diaper Baby shirts and with pacifiers in their mouths. Around the room, boys and girls were giggling, smirking, or smiling openly at the two outsiders, now dressed in humiliating baby clothes. Sam and Jake scanned independently for a friendly face, but saw only a couple of children, a boy and a girl, who seemed embarrassed for them. "We appear to have two diaper babies in class today," Sister Chastity announced. "I've been informed that these two, despite their ages, wet their beds last night As you all know, the orphanage doesn't tolerate animal behavior by you children, and not controlling your wastes is animal behavior of the second worst kind." Jake wanted to open his mouth and protest that he hadn't wet the bed at all, only Sam had, and Sister Grace had said that was only because they'd been spanked so hard the day before, but his mouth was stuffed with a pacifier, and speaking out to contradict the nun who was their teacher probably wasn't wise anyway.

"Furthermore," Sister Chastity went on, "you are probably aware that these two have also been caught engaging in the worst sort of animal behavior as well, lust. They were caught trying to peep in at the girls' showers yesterday." Several girls reacted strongly to this, glaring at the two in clear anger at the possible violation of their privacy, but at least two of the girls, the same two who'd been embarrassed for them, blushed, and one girl in back looked at Jake directly with apparent interest. "You children well know that lust will not be tolerated in any form at this orphanage. You children must keep your bodies and your minds innocent and clear and unsullied, and devote yourself to the cleansing of your souls rather than the gross, animal drives of your bodies. These two have been condemned to the escalator to learn the price of such wanton sin, as will any of you who also succumb to lust. They have already suffered two very intense spankings in the last two days for their sins, spankings that many of you witnessed and that I can assure you have left their bottoms bruised, welted, and very sore. They have many more punishments yet to go, punishments many of you will also be witnessing just as many of you witnessed them receiving their paddling on the seat of their underpants two days ago, and the severe bare-bottomed spankings they received yesterday. I hope you all learn something from their ordeals."

She turned to stare at both boys with a stern expression. "Just because you're diapered like babies, doesn't mean we expect you to act like babies. I, personally, do not want to deal with the disgusting output of your depraved private parts, so I will expect you to show continence while you're in my classroom. That means no wetting and certainly no dirtying yourselves while you're in class. I'll expect you to both stay dry and clean all morning. If you do as you're told, Sister Grace will take you back to your dorm at lunch time and remove your diapers so you can use the facilities then, after which she'll diaper you anew for the afternoon, when I'll expect you to stay clean and dry again. After that, Sister Mary Catherine will take charge of you and begin your cleansings. I believe you'll find the procedure most unpleasant. We have found, however, that a thorough body cleaning generally quells the lust of even depraved boys of despicable origin like you two. You'll be two very sorry boys by lights out tonight, believe me." She glared at them one more time, then turned to the class, glaring at each boy in turn. "I expect you other boys to remember the lesson these two are being taught. The same unholy fate awaits any of you who give in to your lust, any of you trying to look upon the nakedness of one of our girls, or touching yourselves in unholy ways, or even thinking lustful, wanton thoughts. The hell of the escalator is just a taste of the hell that awaits all of you if you do not learn to control yourselves like good Catholic boys and girls. Do you boys understand me?"

"Yes, sister," a chorus of male voices chimed.

"Good," Sister Chastity said. "If you two make an effort to control your bodies the way any boy over the age of 5 ought to be able to do, we should be just fine. Still, I'd best plan ahead. You both look unrepentant and spoiled to me, just what you'd expect from a pair of bastards born of unholy congress. You two have too much of the animal in you. So let me explain to you what will happen if you don't make an effort to avoid wetting yourselves tiny babies, or worse" She looked at Jake and Sam sanctimoniously. "I've found that forcing you diaper babies to submit to being changed by younger girls does wonders in motivating continence." She looked around the room. "Which of you 11-year-old girls has experience changing diapers?" she asked. The hands of almost all of the younger girls went up, some eagerly, some less enthusiastically. Sister Charity, surrounded by so many choices, considered. "Which of you girls have had experience with changing boy babies?" she asked. Many of the hands reluctantly dropped, which was understandable - most of the older girls took their turns helping the diapering of the younger girls at the orphanage, but only a few, trusted girls were tapped to help with the younger boys. Sister Chastity frowned at a girl who she could not recall having ever been assigned to the boys because of doubts about her purity of mind. "Irene. I don't recall you having rotated through the younger boys' dorms, and you've been with us since you yourself were in diapers. How is it that your hand is up when I asked who has experience in changing boy babies?"

"Well, sister, I've never actually diapered a real boy," Irene said. "But I'd like to - I'm a real fast learner. I bet I could handle the boys real good." The girl who shared her desk snickered, and Irene lost her serious, straight face and began giggling.

"That's enough, Irene," Sister Chastity said. "Take out a piece of paper and write, 'I will not make lewd remarks' one hundred times between now and lunch time. And report to your head girl after school and tell her you need a brisk slippering, and tell her to do it bare. Irene's face fell and she let out a little groan. The head girl of her dorm was a girl of 13 who was already adult-sized and could swing a slipper as hard as most of the nuns. Sister Chastity glared at her and she hastily began digging in her desk for paper to write on. "Now, Sarah," she said, pointing at another girl. "You've only been with us a few months, so I know you haven't been tapped for duty with the little boys. What experience do you have in changing and cleaning up diaper boys?"

Sarah stood up by her desk, as the children usually did when addressing the sister. "I helped my Ma with the twins, my little brother and sister, after she got the polio, and I took care of changing and washing and dressing and feeding them 'til she passed and we came here," she said. "My little brother and my little sister both. They're pretty much the same - I mean, boys have their little things that stick out and girls don't, but other than that they're really nothing special, and their bottoms are the same."

"Very good," Sister Chastity said. "A commendable attitude. You boys, all of you, are indeed nothing special, and those little spigots you're all so proud of and so focused on are nothing special, either. You'll do for one of our changing girls, should these two incontinent brats try my patience by losing control Mary Beth," she said, pointing at another, smaller girl. "Am I correct in thinking that you've just started working with Sister Theresa and the smaller boys?"

Mary Beth stood up. "Yes, Sister," she said. "I've worked with Sister Theresa since last semester with the little boys. So I've done a lot of diapering. I help get them in diapers and night and help get them out of their diapers and into the showers, and help Sister Theresa watch them to make sure they wash all over. You have to watch the boys, or they won't soap all over, 'specially behind their ears and under their arms and, you know, their bottoms." She blushed. "The diaper boys have to wash their bottoms or they get diaper rash. Oh, and I know how to put on the stuff for diaper rash on their bottoms and around their little thingies, but Sister Theresa does their thingies, of course—it wouldn't be right for use girls to touch the boys there, Sister Theresa says." She blushed, and to Jake her blush was one of the prettiest things he'd ever seen. He forgot, for a moment, that they were talking about who would be designated to the shaming job of changing him if he wet himself, captivated by the blushing, slightly-built redhead with the freckles across her nose and scattered on her cheeks.

"And Sister Theresa is right," Sister Chastity said. "Young girls must do everything their can to resist temptation - in fact, you should avert your eyes from the spigots of the boys you are tending, and pretend that those things are not there at all. A godly woman like Sister Theresa is immune from such feelings."

She looked at the other girls. "You girls can put your hands down. These two will do for the moment if we need them. I'm hoping we don't, of course. But if we do, you two are on diaper duty. And if you recalcitrant, incontinent, lust-filled little brats defy me and wet yourselves, these two will change into clean diapers you like the dirty little babies you are. We really don't have any facilities for diaper changing, but I suppose my desk top will do if necessary. The other children will of course avert their eyes if you need to be changed, and I'm sure, judging from your puny appearance that you two really don't really have that much to be modest about, anyway. I'm not going to bother with washing you off or diaper rash cream if you do wet yourselves - the girls can just dry you off and put you back into clean diapers as they are. You might experience a bit of burning on your sore bottoms in that case, but that's the price one pays for acting like an animal. And a bit of burning on your bottoms is something you both should be used to by now.

Jake found himself nodding seriously at that. His butt ached and itched now, and burned slightly where his weight was on it. The last two spankings had already taken their toll.

Mary Beth raised a hand, and Sister Chastity nodded at her. "But Sister, suppose they dirty themselves?" Mary Beth said earnestly. "When the little boys dirty themselves, it gets all over - we have to send them to the showers," Mary Beth said.

"That's true, Sister," Sarah chimed in. "My little brother used to get his poo all over his back and front and on all his stuff. I used to have to stand him in the sink and rinse him down with the sink squirter thingy."

"If they dirty themselves, I'll be very displeased," Sister Chastity said firmly. "Very, very displeased. Boys this age should have more self-control than that. But if they continue to behave like defiant animals and do so, I guess you'll have to take them out to the flower bed in the alcove across the way, the one by the administration building. They can stand on a stepping stone there and undress and we can hose them off. That's what we did with the last boy to soil himself in class. It's rather public, and it's quite cool out, and the water is quite cold, but the flowers could use the fertilizer anyway. It's a bit immodest, and many of the classrooms look onto that area, but a boy who dirties himself in class can't expect modesty, can he? It's not like we have any other options if he does such an animal thing. I would suggest you boys take that information to heart and try to exercise a bit of control."

The flower bed? Both Jake and Sam thought simultaneously. Outside? In the open? Bare naked? With who know who watching from the windows? True, it was far away enough that details of their bodies would be hard to see, but still! Both vowed they weren't going to dirty themselves. Or wet themselves, either! Not only was Sister Chastity proposing they be changed by girls if they did, girls younger than them, but half the kids in the class were girls, too! Besides, Jake thought indignantly. Our thingies aren't that little!

They were sent back to their desks, at which point Sister Chastity again ordered them to suck on their bottles, this time until half the water was gone. Jake realized immediately what was going on - with all that water, it would be hard for him and Sam to go without wetting all morning. It was like Sister Mary Catherine was setting them up for failure and humiliation! But maybe, just maybe he could hold it - he and Sam had even had a contest, not that long ago, one night when both mothers were "entertaining" and they had to stay in their bedroom. They'd had a peeing contest where they both drank a giant class of water and then tried to see who could go the longest without peeing. They'd played games in their room while they waited, each teasing the other about needing to pee and making it harder by talking about it, until finally Sam had proclaimed he couldn't stand it and had gotten up and run to the bathroom to pee first. Jake, hardly able to wait for relief himself, had raced after, and, seeing Sam pulling out his penis to go, had fallen for the trap, stepping in right beside him, already relaxing his body so that he could pee right after Sam (he really had to go bad himself). And then Sam had stood there, his little dick standing out, holding himself between two fingers but not peeing, and Jake had almost released his own stream before he realized Sam's game, and the two of them had stood, fighting their bodies, waiting for the other to pee first. And Jake had felt that deep burning inside that pee urgency always gave him, but even more so because he'd been expecting relief was imminent. For the first few moments he'd almost grabbed the tip of his dick and squeezed it shut, like they both had done when they were younger and having trouble making it to the bathroom (sometimes you got a hand full of pee that way), but they'd both agreed to a "no squeezing your dick to hold it in" rule, with the provision that a dick squeezer automatically lost, so in the end Jake lost the battle with himself, the pee almost forcing its way out. The relief had been a tangible thing, and both boys had peed for what seemed like forever once they'd started.

Why was he thinking about that day! The very thought made him want to pee! How long had the two of them gone that day? It had been quite a while, maybe 2 hours or more after drinking the whole glass of water. But this was twice as much water! Could they both hold their pee until lunch? Jake looked at the clock. It was barely past 9AM. Still almost three hours to go! He shuddered - he had to not think about it, that's all. Focus on other things, things like math, history, prayers, the escalator...

Okay, that was a bad topic. Thinking about the escalator just made him more frightened about this "cleansing" the two of them were supposed to get, and being frightened made him want to pee. He had to think about something else.

"Class, I believe we'll spend the next 30 minutes writing descriptive essays. You can write about any natural or artificial object or phenomenon. Just remember what we said last week about descriptive essays - I want to see a lot of adjectives, and I want to be able to see the things you describe. You diaper babies are new, and given your questionable origins I don't expect much of you - just write a description of an object, and do the best you can - you learn as much from your mistakes as your successes, I always say. Now everyone get to work. Start with a rough draft, and then you'll copy it over on a clean sheet of paper later. I expect you to be completely finished, with polished papers, by 9:45"

Jake and Sam joined the rest of the class in hunching over grubby pieces of paper, writing laboriously in between pausing to chew on the end of their pencils. It was hard just to come up with something, but finally he decided to describe a tree that had been near their apartment - an old tree with gnarled limbs and broken branches. He'd barely gotten his work into some semblance of shape when Sister Chastity announced, "All right, class, time's up. I know none of you are done or have produced polished work yet, but the best learning comes in the doing. What wants to read first and subject their work to critique?"

Not me, Jake and Sam both thought privately. Sister Chastity's eyes lit on Jake. "You, Mr. Saltus. Stand up and read your descriptive essay."

Trying to stifle a groan, Jake stood up and faced the class. Only then did he remember he had his "binky" in his mouth. He removed it clumsily, to the accompaniment of giggles and chortles from the class, and tried to set it on the desk, only to have it roll down, off the desk, and across the floor. Waddling clumsily in his diaper (it was very uncomfortable trying to hurry with thick layers of absorbent cloth between your legs like that, pushing on your dick, reminding you that you needed to pee), he finally bent down and picked it up, only to flush in embarrassment as he rose and saw all of his classmates smiling and giggling into their hands at the infantile appearance of his rounded, well-padded butt sticking in the air. He finally handed the pacifier to Sam and turned, red faced, toward the class.

"The Old Tree," he said. "By Jake Saltus."

"We use our Christian names here, Mr. Saltus," Sister Chastity snapped. "Your Christian name is Jacob. I expect you to correct that on your final copy."

"Yes, Sister," Jake said. "The Old Tree. "By Jacob Saltus. The old tree outside our apartment is very tall. My mother says it's as tall as a skyscraper. It has big leaves. It has a big trunk that you can hide behind. I can reach the lowest branch if Sam gives me a boost, but if he doesn't it's too far up. The bark is all crinkly and old-looking. I like the old tree." He looked up from his paper nervously. "That's all I wrote," he said.

Sister Chastity, who'd been watching from the side of the room, glared at him. "That is one of the worst essays I've ever heard," she said. "It has almost no adjectives in it at all, it is disorganized, and it is boring as well. I suppose I shouldn't have expected anything else from a child who is the product of uncontrolled lust, and who appears to suffer from that venial sin himself. Still, I cannot ignore your lack of effort." She stalked up the aisle toward Jake. "Hold out your hand," she said, fishing a thick ruler from her pocket. Blanching, Jake held his left hand out, palm up, and looked away. In moments his hand was burning with pain, and he snatched it away, blowing on the palm, a hurt expression on his face. "Sit down, you incontinent brat," Sister Chastity said. "Ruth, show these diaper babies how it is done."

"Yes, Sister," a girl in the back said. She rose and walked to the front of the room, a petite little brown-haired thing with just the beginnings of breasts poking her sweater out in a most inviting fashion. Jake was still blowing on his injured hand, but Sam's attention was rapt, although most of his attention was on her chest. "I think the new boys will particularly like mine," she said. "It's called, 'Waterfall.'" She looked Sam in the eye and smiled, but it wasn't an inviting smile - it was the smile a cat would use in contemplating a very, very small mouse trapped in a corner. Whatever ardor Sam had been nursing disappeared in an instant.

"Waterfall," she said again. "By Ruth Ellen Maine. Water, wet, pouring down. Down it cascades, a roaring torrent. Down a mountain side. Pressure unrelieved as it leaps down channels, over rocks. Seeking to break free, to soar over the canyon, falling, falling, down, down, down, to splash noisily into the basin below. A steady flow, a torrent, a river. Glistening in bright light, squirting far as it arches out. Seeking release, seeking relief, but pouring out, a cataract of joy. It flows, it flows, it flows so freely! Pouring into the pool below, joyous splatter, a continuous stream, glistening almost golden in the morning sun!"

She looked up and smiled at Sister Chastity, this time the smile an angelic one. "That was very good," Sister Grace said. "A bit disjointed, but very vivid. The image of the stream building behind the impediments of the rocks above, building up pressure until it is forced out over the chasm, into the pool below! I could hear the splashing of the stream as you spoke. Very eloquent!"

I really, really have to pee, Sam was thinking. All of this talk of streams and water was making him picture standing in front of toilets and letting his stream go with all the force he could muster, and he almost lost control at that moment. Pee urgency burned in him. He looked at Jake to see if he was suffering similarly, but Jake was still nursing a now red palm and hardly listening. At that moment, Sister Chastity noticed Jake's inattention, too. "What do you think, Mr. Saltus?" she asked archly. "Did you recognize the brilliance of the imagery?"

Jake looked up guiltily. "Um, yes. Um, I liked it," he stammered.

"What did you like about it?" Sister Chastity asked.

"Um, the words," Jake said. "The, um... the aj-tives."

"Stand up and hold out your other hand," Sister Chastity said. Jake stood up. He had his pacifier back in, making him look particularly juvenile. He reluctantly held out a shaking right hand. "Now," said Sister Chastity. "If you can name one word she used, I won't take my ruler to your other hand."

Jake thought about that. He couldn't remember what she'd read at all - he'd been tending to his hand. An inspiration hit him, the kind of thing that had made him popular in school when he'd been back at home. Popping out his binky with his sore hand, he looked at her in triumph. "The!" he said. "Her essay had the word 'the' in it!"

Pain lanced through his extended palm, and he jumped in surprise, his hand flying to his mouth where he panted on it desperately, fighting the urge to cry. "It doesn't pay to try to be a wisenheimer I my class, Mr. Saltus," Sister Chastity snapped. "Especially not a stupid wisenheimer. Explain to him where he went wrong, Miss Maine."

"Sister taught us never to use 'the' in descriptive essays, Sister," Ruth explained. "Our work is metaphoric and should apply to all things of the type we describe."

"Sit down, Mr. Saltus," Sister Chastity said. Jake sat too hard, reminding himself that even with a ton of padding on it, he had a seriously sore butt. And that reminded him that he and Sam had another punishment coming in just a few hours - a cleansing, whatever that meant. And meanwhile, they were in diapers, forbidden to pee until noon, and with still a half a bottle of water to finish. As if she could read his mind, Sister Chastity added, "And you two pick up those bottles and suck on them until you've finished them."

The essays went on interminably. Sam finished his bottle and reinserted his binky, but he now has serious pee urgency going, pee urgency that was making him squirm in his chair. It wasn't even 10:30 yet! How was he going to hold out until noon? Sister Chastity finished her comments on the latest offering by a fat boy with prominent pimples who droned through his nose when he talked. Other than Jake, none of the other children had earned Sister Chastity's ruler, but other than Ruth none had earned her praise, either. Sister Chastity looked at the clock. "Recess time," she announced. "You two will stay in, of course. Take out your Bibles and turn to Ezekiel, Chapter 23." The other children, chattering happily, thundered out to whoop in the school yard. Sister Chastity turned to the two boys. "Begin reading aloud. You, Mr. Saltus, take the first few verses."

Jake pulled out his pacifier and began to read, haltingly. "The word of Yahweh was addressed to me as follows. 'Son of man, there were once two women, daughters of the same mother. They played the wh- wh-" he looked at Sister Chastity helplessly.

"Whore," Sister Chastity said. "The word is whore. It describes what your mothers were before they were justly sentenced to prison for their sins. Now please continue."

Jake gulped, suddenly missing his mother something fierce. "They played the whore in Egypt; they played the whore when they were still girls. There their nipples were handled, there their virgin br- br- breasts were first fondled." Jake stopped, looking at Sister Chastity in surprise. The Bible talked about girls' breasts being fondled? And talked about nipples being fondled, too? Before they were women?

"You take the next verses, Mr. Phelps," Sister Chastity said, crossing her arms.

Sam removed his binky and cleared his thoat, twitching in his chair. "Their names were O-O-O-"

"Oholah," Sister Chastity prompted.

"Ohoho the elder," Sam said. "O-O-"

" Oholibah," Sister Chastity snapped. "Your phonetic skills are atrocious, young man!"

"Ohohiba, her sister." Sam said. "They belonged to me and bore sons and daughters. As regards their names, Samaria is Ohoho Jerusalem Ohohiba. Now Ohoho played the wh- wh-wh-" he looked up at Sister Chastity helplessly.

"Whore!" Sister Chastity snapped. "Were you not listening when your idiot friend made the same stupid mistake? Hold out your hand!"

Sam reluctantly extended his left hand. There was a crack of the ruler and fiery pain spread out across his palm as he snatched his hand away, blowing on it as Jake had done.

"You go on, Mr. Saltus," Sister Chastity said. "Start with the word 'whore.'"

"Whore," Jake said. "although she belonged to me; she lusted after her lovers, her neighbors the Ass- Ass-"

"Assyrians," Sister Chastity said.

"Ass-perians," Jake echoed. "Dressed in purple, governors and magistrates, all of them young and desirable, and skilful horsemen. She played the wh- wh- whore with all of them, the pick of Ass-peria, and defiled herself with all the foul idols of all those with whom she was in love, nor did she give up the whoring begun in Egypt, where men had slept with her from her girlhood, fondling her virgin breasts, de- de- debunking her..."

"Debauching her," Sister Chastity snapped. "It means quenching their lust in animal coupling. As your whore mother did with men."

A tear trickled out of Jake's eye, but he mustered courage and pressed on, his voice catching. ""Debauching her over and over again. That is why I have handed her over to her lovers, to the Ass-perians with whom she was in love."

"Stop there,"" Sister Chastity said. "Mr. Phelps, you read now."

Sam swallowed and tried to ignore his sore hand and his bigger problem, the burning, overwhelming need to pee. His dick was hard with it, trying valiantly to stand but pinned down under heavy layers of diaper cloth. Squirming on a butt that was still as sore as Jake's, he spoke. "They stripped her naked, seized her sons and daughters and put her to the sword. She became notorious among women for the justice done on her."

"There!" Sister Chastity said triumphantly. "There is the price of lust! She was stripped and put to the sword and her bastard sons and daughters were seized and undoubtedly sent to Godly places to learn the error of their ways - places like this very orphanage! Such is the price of lust, and she suffered as lustful sinners should suffer! Just as you two, also, have been figuratively put to the sword the last two days, and will be for many more yet!" She glared at both of them. "Mr. Saltus, move on to verse 19!"

Jake scanned until he found the verse. "But she began wh- wh- whoring worse than ever," he read. "remembering her girlhood, when she had played the whore in Egypt, when she had been in love with their profligates, big-membered as donkeys, ejaculating as violently as stallions." Jake looked up at Sister Chastity. "I don't get it," he said. "What do they mean, 'big-membered as donkeys? And what's educalating?"

"Ejaculating!" Sister Chastity said. "Ejaculating! What sons of whores like you spend all your time focusing on! The product of self-abuse, the root of all male evil! Don't try to play the fool with me - I'm sure you both watched your whore mothers as they plied their evil trade, taking the donkey-like members of their clients into their holy places for profane silver! And I know you two have ejaculated your profane fluid many times already, probably into each other as well as your whore mothers!"

Jake still looked puzzled, and now Sam joined him. "Don't play me for an idiot!" Sister Chastity roared. "You two are filled with the evil lust of your profane beginnings! Don't pretend you don't know what comes out of those unholy spigots of yours!"

"Spigots?" Jake said, even more puzzled.

"Those spigots you boys have in your diapers! The unholy scepters of lust!"

"You mean our- our- our-" Jake couldn't think of a word for his penis that he felt comfortable saying to an angry, red-faced nun. He lapsed into silence.

"Those!" she thundered, pointing at their twin crotches simultaneously. She stabbed at the front of their diapers to make her point, poking Jake by the base of his penis, but jabbing Jake's hard member right on the center of the shaft. "You know the unholy fluid that comes out of them when you abuse yourselves!"

"Pee?" Sam asked in a puzzled voice. Sister Chastity's face turned purple. Rearing back, she slapped Sam's face hard. Sam's head rocked back, and then he buried his face in both hands, head down, whimpering.

"I'm not talking about the innocent water of childhood!" Sister Chastity roared. "I'm talking about the unholy liquid of fornication! The white fluid of lust! The perverted output of your uncontrolled masturbation!"

Jake looked at Sister Chastity in a combination of fear and puzzlement. Sam still had his face buried, the red mark of her slap visible between his fingers as he struggled not to cry. Sister Chastity glared at him. "You must know what I'm talking about," she said to him, leaning over to glare in his face. Jake looked more puzzled. Sister Chastity drew back. "I'll get to the bottom of this," she said. She stalked toward Jake, yanking his rubber pants to his ankles. "You - up on my desk!" She pointed to her large desk in the front of the room. Scared out of his mind and barely holding his pee, Jake waddled over, now even more clumsy with rubber pants binding his ankles, and, with her help, settled onto the big flat surface on his back. The desk was so large, and he was so small, that his feet didn't even hang over the edge. Sister Chastity began busily undoing the pins in his diaper. Jake looked around the room in panic. She was going to undress him in here, right in the open! How much longer did recess last! Would he still be naked when the other kids came in? Oblivious to his wild thoughts, Sister Chastity finished with the pins and folded the front of his diaper down, frowning down at his smooth crotch and fright-shriveled penis. Reaching down, she picked his penis up by its droopy tip and examined it, top and bottom. Flipping it neatly onto his bare groin, she examined his balls visually, then took her hand and began probing, isolating and squeezing each testicle just hard enough to be uncomfortable, rolling them around in his tight, wrinkled sack. Then, she began a vigorous jerking of his penis, yanking it out painfully and then squashing it flat only to yank it out again. The effect of her inexpert attempt to stimulate him was that his penis got even softer and tried to shrink. "I see," she finally said just as her efforts were getting more and more painful. She stopped and stood holding his penis in an iron grip, looking Jake in the eye. "And is your companion equally immature in the genital region?" she asked archly.

"What?" Jake asked.

"Is he as bald as you down here?" she said, giving his penis a yank for emphasis. "And as small?"

"Sam?" Jake asked, his voice squeaking as she gave his soft penis another hard yank.

"Answer the question," Sister Chastity snapped.

"Sam doesn't have any hair at all," Jake said. "He looks like me. His balls are even smaller than mine, but his dick is longer."

Sister Chastity glared at him. "We do not use vulgar words for the male parts, young man," she said. "You may call this little thing your spigot," she added, yanking his penis hard enough to hurt. "And these," she said, squeezing his balls painfully, "you need not call anything. They are the source of all evil in boys, and thus you should simply pretend they are not there." Jake heard the nun in charge of recess begin ringing the bell outside, signaling the end of recess. His heart began racing - girls would be coming in here in a moment, and he was naked! But to his relief, Sister Chastity tucked his penis down between his legs, flipped his diaper back up and began repinning it, so that by the time any children walked in, she was just finishing the last pins. She shoved him off the desk and yanked up his rubber pants, and he walked back to sit with Sam, who'd managed to control himself. The other children noted the bright read splotch on his cheek where he'd been slapped and began whispering speculation about what he'd done. Sister Chastity called them to order.

"Before we go on, we'd best check the diaper babies for wetness," she said. "I'll of course have to assume that chore, as it wouldn't be a fitting job for a young lady. Boys, come stand facing the class."

Sam and Jakes, hearts pounding in fear and embarrassment for how they would be "checked," waddled to position in the front, center part of the class. "Hold your shirts up," Sister Chastity commanded.

Both boys slowly complied. Was she going to pull their diapers down right here? Standing by Sam, Sister Chastity placed her palm flat on his bare stomach. He flinched.

"Hold still, young man," she said.

"But it tickles!" Sam protested.

"Do you want me to tickle your bare bottom with my ruler?" Sister Chastity asked. "I'm led to understand you've already quite sore back there."

"No, Ma'am," Same said, fighting to hold still. Slowly, Sister Chastity slid her hand down the front of Sam's pants, under his diaper, her fingers probing his smooth pubic skin until they contacted the hard shaft of his trapped member. Pressing harder, she let her hand slide across the hard, rubbery little tube, until she was cupping his small balls, tight, feeling the texture of the rough skin and estimating the size of the orbs within.

"Apparently you weren't lying," she said to Jake. "About his immaturity, that is. Both of you are still quite infantile in development." She continued to finger Sam's genitals, pressing, probing, and generally making Sam very embarrassed and uncomfortable as she frowned at the fact that he was hard. This one was immature, but he was filled with lust, she decided. Sam blushed even redder as he realized that his classmates, every one of them, even the girls, knew what she was doing, and knew what part of him she was kneading and probing. She left her hand in there for more than a minute, her fingernails scraping his his stiff, rubbery little rod, then she slid her hand out. "Just as I thought," she grumbled. "Easily excitable - clearly a child of lust. I'll have to mention this to Mother Superior."

Then it was Jake's turn to suffer the same treatment. Unlike Sam, fear kept his squishy little penis soft, just as it had when she'd felt him moments before, and she gave his member much less attention than she had Sam's. "There's hope for you, young man," she said to Jake. Still, I'm going to recommend you receive the same attention as him, as you are both obviously the children of uncontrolled lust. I must urge Sister Mary Catherine to spare no effort on you two, and warn Sister Grace and your head boy to watch you two closely for Onanistic proclivities. Go back to your seats, you two."Things went along okay for awhile after that. Both boys had to pee, Sam desperately, but despite a lot of shifting and squirming he managed to control himself. At least until 11:30. And that's when he lost it. His penis was rock hard and the base burning continuously by now. Little surges kept occurring inside him - like the pee was pushing all at once every little while, trying to shove out, and it was all he could do to push it back. Despairing, he hit upon a plan - he'd let out just a little pee, and then wait and let it dry, then let out a little more, and so on. He'd go just a little bit, and release the pressure, but no one would know and he'd be fine. He'd be dry all day, that way. So he very carefully focused on relaxing his urinary sphincter, just for a moment. And that's when he discovered he couldn't control his pee in little squirts like he wanted - once the flood gates were open, there was no closing them. He totally lost control and emptied his whole bladder at once, and the pee found its way out a crease in his diaper leg and ran down his bare right leg, soaking his sock in moments. Beside him, Jake sensed something was wrong and turned to look at Sam, and that attracted the attention of a boy sitting at the desk to Sam's right. That boy looked at Sam carefully and then saw the wetness in the sock and the glistening of his leg, becoming so excited that he interrupted Sister Chastity's readings from the Book of Job in his excitement.

"Hey, he's peeing!" he exclaimed. "He's peeing his pants!"

Sister Chastity looked at the boy, a round-faced redhead, sharply. "Mister Moen, come here to the front," she said to the boy who was the source of the outburst. Suddenly sober, the boy stepped forward tentatively. Sister Charity rose, her thick wooden ruler in her hand. "Do we interrupt adults without good reason?" she asked archly.

"But - but he peed himself!" the boy said.

"That's hardly a reason to disrupt the lesson," Sister Chastity said sternly. "He would still be just as wet if you had raised your hand like a civilized person and waited politely until I was done. Turn and face the class," she ordered. "And hold both your hands out."

The boy, now shivering a bit, lifted both hands, palms up, and held them level to the ground. "We do not talk out in class, nor do we interrupt adults," Sister Chastity said firmly. Raising the ruler, she brought it down swiftly on first one bare palm, and then the other. The boy immediately cupped his hands over his mouth, blowing on them and panting in pain.

"Again," Sister Charity said.

"Please, sister," the boy moaned, trembling and still blowing on his hands.

"Again," Sister Charity said.

"Please no, sister," the boy said. "I learned my lesson."

"Very well," said Sister Charity. "If you don't want the ruler, perhaps this would be better." Stepping toward the boy so swiftly he didn't react, she slapped him firmly across the face, then backhanded the other side of his face. The boy yelped, grabbing his face, fighting tears. "You may sit down." She said.

"Yes, sister," the boy said, his voice shaky and high-pitched. "Thank you, sister." On weak legs he returned to his chair, his lip quivering, and red spots appearing on his cheeks. Sister Charity looked up. "Diaper girls," she said. "You have a job to do." The two girls rose eagerly. Sister Chastity looked at Sam. "On my desk on your back, boy," she said. "Do what the girls tell you. Everyone else, silent reading. Start with Judges, Verse 10. I want all eyes on your pages. Anyone looking away will be punished quite severely."

Sam, blushing beet red at having wet his diaper and his sock, climbed awkwardly onto the desk and lay down face up, guided by Sister Chastity, the two girls watching with eager, glittering eyes. Jake kept his eyes carefully on his Bible, but he could see Sam, if a bit indistinctly, out of the corner of his eye. Around him, other kids also were trying to watch out of the corners of their own eyes. Sister Chastity settled Sam on the desk and swept the room with her gaze, and all eyes immediately made a show of studying the books in front of them.

Sam, lying face up, his heart pounding, tried to look brave. But it was hard - maybe the other kids weren't watching, but these two girls were about to change him, and they'd see his thing, the thing he used to call his dick until Sister Chastity told him not to! He didn't want girls seeing his dick! And those other kids - they could probably see him, too, if they looked out of the corners of their eyes!"

The two girls stood on opposite sides of the desk, blocking, to the disappointment of most of the class, practically everyone's view of Sam's diaper region. Together they tugged his rubber pants down to his ankles, lifting his butt easily between the two of them, and then began removing duckie pins from each side of the diapers, one pin at a time. In moments, they were gleefully peeling back wet cloth to expose his genitals, the aroma of fresh pee filling the room. Sam looked to his side to see if anyone else was watching. The kids all were making a valiant effort to look like they were reading, but he noticed that several appeared to be trying to see with their peripheral vision. He wondered how much they could actually see of him that way, then turned his attention back to the two girls, who not only could see him, but were pulling the last piece of embarrassingly soaked cloth off his crotch and folding it down between his legs.

It actually felt good to have the diaper off - his entire diaper area had been sweltering all morning, suffocating in the heat and humidity of the rubberized pants. His penis was all moist and white-looking, almost like a dead fish attached to his lower abdomen. But his relief was tempered by the fact that two girls younger than him were looking at his pee-soaked crotch and genitals, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

"Remove the diaper, then wipe him with this towel," Sister Chastity said helpfully, handing them an old rag. Sarah prodded Sam's butt and he lifted his hips enough she could pull his soaked diaper off him. Mary Beth stepped up and began swabbing his legs and thighs with the towel, then moved up to do his bare pubic area above his genitals. Carefully avoiding touching his penis, she wiped around it and briefly swiped the cloth on his balls, then looked up at Sister Chastity. "He's ready for a new diaper," she said.

Sam looked down. His penis glistened with moisture, but apparently they weren't going to touch it. That was good, at least. The girls laid three layers of diapers in a pile, Sam's butt was prodded again, and Sarah slid the trio of new diapers under Sam's butt, letting her soft hand trail across his bare butt as she did. Sam flinched - his butt was still very sensitive and sore. His penis remained flaccid in its embarrassment, but he was relieved that he'd soon be covered up again. That relief was short-lived, as Sister Chastity stopped them from pulling the diaper up. "Best put some baby oil on him," she said. "Especially his raw hindquarters. To prevent diaper rash."

The bottle was produced, and Mary Beth poured a quantity of oil in her palm. Then she stopped, considering. "I can't really get to his hindquarters," she said. "He's lying on them."

"Hmm. Yes, you're right," Sister Chastity said. "Young man, lift your legs up and hold onto your thighs under your knees - that should give your classmates access to your bottom."

"What?!" Sam said, aghast. Lift his legs up and hold them? She'd see—she'd see everything! His butt, his butt crack, his butt hole! All of his balls!" Sister Chastity, impatient, grabbed his right leg and pulled it up and, using her other hand, made him grab himself under the knee, crossed to the other side of the desk and lifted his other leg. Sarah moved from the side as well, so that his entire right side, facing the class, was completely exposed. Sam, looking that way from his humiliating position, was sure they could see him clearly out of their peripheral vision. On the other hand, he was actually less exposed to most of them now - even the kids in the corner on the right probably couldn't see into his butt crack, although they'd be able to see his bare buns. And his legs, up in position, actually covered his genitals! On the other hand, Mary Beth was now at the end of the desk, looking up at his face from between his legs, and she clearly was able to see everything, his limp penis, his tight scrotal sack, and his now completely spread buns. She reached across and began rubbing baby oil onto Sam's sore butt cheeks, letting her hand slip under him to cup his buns and oil them. He shivered as she let her fingers press between his buns, trailing across his anus. Was she deliberately touching his butt hole? Sam wondered to himself. Mary Beth got more oil and ran her hands around his genitals, moving slowly down to his balls carefully avoiding touching his penis again under Sister Chastity's stern gaze. His penis, traitor that it was, surrendered to the soft hands stroking around its base, and rapidly began hardening until it was standing straight up over his bare groin like a little tree valiantly reaching for the sun. The two girls caught each other's eyes knowingly for a moment, and Mary Beth poured more oil, messaging all of his private parts (with the exception of his penis itself) again. Sam's penis was pointing straight up, but he took solace in the fact that with his legs held up, no one could see it but the girls and Sister Chastity.

Which, Jake could have told him, wasn't true. Jake himself could see the bottom bulge of Sam's scrotum from the side. And it was clear that the girl on the far right could probably see all of Sam's genitals - her eyes, while ostensibly on her Bible, were about popping out of her head!

Sister Chastity spoke up. "That should be sufficient with the oil. Let's get the diapers on him and get back to work."

Sarah slid the three diapers under Sam's butt. "Put your legs down again," Sister Charity ordered. Sam lowered his legs, glad that Sarah had slid around the desk again, so that the shame of his erect penis, or "spigot" as Sister Chastity called it, would be hidden from the rest of the class. But then Sarah, appearing to reach for the pile of diaper pins, suddenly flicked her hand, making the pile of diaper pins go flying. "Oops!" she said loudly, jumping away to pick them up, and, at the same time, exposing Sam's bare midsection to the whole class for the first time since they'd started. Sam twisted his head around to see if anyone could see his stiff penis sticking up like a pole from his midsection. All of the kids, even Jake, were making a big show of looking directly at their Bibles. But he could see flickers of movement in the corners of their eyes, and some barely concealed giggles. They could see him, he was sure of it! See him hard! Why couldn't these girls hurry it up!

It seemed like forever until Sarah rose again and blocked that side of him from the class, and the two girls folded the diaper up over his genitals again. But then another problem arose - his penis was tenting out the front of the diaper. The girls tried catching it under the cloth to force it down, but Sister Chastity objected. "He'll leak out the top next time he wets if you do that," she said. "Little boys always do. You have to force it down firmly and pin it there, like this!" She grabbed Sam's penis in an iron grip and made it bend down across his balls uncomfortably, letting the girls press the diaper over it and then removing her hand and holding him down form the outside of the diaper as the girls pulled it tight. Sarah slipped a hand inside his diaper, uncomfortably next to his cock and balls, and began slipping in pins. "Yes, indeed," Sister Chastity muttered as they finished. "Have to talk to Mother Superior this one's lust - maybe we can nip the other one in the bud at the same time." Sam's genitals were tight and hot in their prison again, his hard on aching at being pointed down. The girls pulled up his rubber pants and dragged them over his butt, and then, finally, it was over, and, pacifier still in mouth, he made the shame-faced waddle back to his seat.

Jake was shifting in major discomfort by the time the lunch bell rang. Sister Chastity dismissed the other children, then took the two of them by the hands like little boys, leading them back to their dorms, where she unceremoniously removed their rubber pants and diapers and sent them, bare-assed, to the urinals as she stood with crossed arms monitoring them. Somehow, having Sister Chastity see them naked was much more humiliating than having Sister Grace see them that way, and it was a blushing twosome who stood for a long time, little penises hovering over the urinals, Sam's soft and droopy, Jake's with a piss hard-on, until they were both able to start a preliminary little dribble, a dribble that tapered off almost instantly for Sam, but became a powerful, full-fledged stream for Jake. Sister Charity glared at Jake's hard on the whole time, as if it confirmed a belief she had about the two of them. After peeing, she made them lie on the cold bathroom floor while she attended to first Sam's and then Jake's diaper. When she got to Jake, she stopped and examined his residual hard-on for a length of time before forcing it back into the confines of the diaper.

"Yes, indeed," she said to herself. "You two are thoroughly nasty little boys. We will have to take steps."

Lunchtime was the same routine as breakfast, except they joined it late, of course. As was the case during breakfast, both boys received jars with calf nipples on them that dispensed bland gruel which they had to suck on quite strenuously to obtain. Kids talked behind hands around them, sharing secrets and giggling and pointing at them. The girls who had changed Sam seemed very popular, with many other kids plying them with whispered questions. At one point, Sarah held her fingers out maybe 2-3 inches apart, and Sam realized, to his chagrin, she was describing to them the length of his erect penis. No one talked to the two of them during lunch. But when they finished, Sister Mary Catherine motored over like a battleship.

"You two are scheduled for cleansing this afternoon after classes," she said. "So we must prepare you." She reached into a pocket of her habit and pulled out a brown bottle and a very large wooden kitchen stirring spoon. For a moment, Jake thought they were going to be paddled with the spoon right there, but instead Sister Mary Catherine simply opened the bottle and poured the spoon full to the brim with a slimy liquid. "Open," she said to Jake. Jake opened his mouth. "Now tilt your head back," she said. Jake tilted back. The spoon went in, swiftly spilling its contents into the back of Jake's throat and across the back of his tongue. "Close," Sister Mary Catherine said, reinforcing the point by squeezing Jake's nose firmly shut with the other hand. Jake closed his mouth on the spoon. A ghastly, horrible taste suffused Jake's mouth, and he swallowed convulsively, trying to clear the oily, awful stuff out of there. After he'd swallowed several times, Sister Mary Catherine released his nose and pulled the spoon out of his mouth, pouring another spoonful. Jake panted, the taste overwhelming his being.

"Open," Sister Mary Catherine said. Sam, looking at Jake's distress, pursed his lips firmly. "Open," Mary Catherine said again. "If I have to tell you again, I'll strip you naked and whip you here in front of everyone." Sam reluctantly opened his mouth, accepting his own horrible dose. Jake, still almost gagging from the taste, read the label of the bottle she'd sat down. "Castor Oil," the label read. He'd never heard of Castor Oil, but it tasted horrible, like medicines did, so he figured that's what it was. Maybe it was medicine to make their butts heal faster, so they could be spanked even more.

"That'll give them about 4 hours," she said to Sister Grace. "Although it may work as early as 2 hours or take as long as 6. I gave it to them now because there's no harm if it starts early, and even if it's delayed, by starting now we can still finish the cleanings before bedtime." She sailed away again, leaving Sister Grace with the boys.

"Take your bottles to the dishwashing," she said to the boys. "Get them filled with water like you did before, and finish them by the end of class today."

"But sister," Sam protested. "Do we have to drink that much water?" He lowered his voice. "It makes us pee," he said. "I couldn't hold it this morning! And it's so embarrassing getting changed in the classroom! I mean, they let girls change us! They saw all my private stuff! And the other kids aren't supposed to look, but they do! I think they saw me naked, too! The girls I mean! Girls aren't supposed to see boys naked!"

"Nonsense," Sister Grace said. "I'll agree girls shouldn't see big boys and men naked - the Bible clearly says so. But you're just little boys, so there's no need for all that false modesty. It actually does you little boys good to have the world see that what you have in your pants isn't all that interesting. And boys in diapers can't expect privacy - I mean, really, we can't trust someone who isn't even fully potty-trained to change himself! Now off to class with you."

Jake and Sam waddled to the sinks, then off to their classroom again with Sister Chastity and the two helpful, diaper changing girls. Jake and Sam both settled into what promised to be a long afternoon of fighting the urge to pee, an urge heightened by having to drink another entire bottle of water. But by 2 o'clock, they'd both forgotten about peeing or about their fears of sitting in squishy, wet diapers or being changed in front of the classroom. For Jake, it had started with his insides gurgling in a most embarrassing fashion, first in the middle of his tummy then progressively lower down. Faint gurgles were also coming periodically from Sam, sitting next to him in his own dry diaper. Other kids were looking at them, and giggling at the noises. Jake wondered if it was the food they'd been forced to eat, the thin gruel they'd had to suck from calf bottles. Or maybe it had something to do with the awful tasting stuff Sister Mary Catherine had made them swallow. Whatever it was, the gurgles were getting more frequent. The last few had even been accompanied by sharp pains in his gut, short-lived cramps that made him want to double over but dissipated as quickly as they had come. Kids actually looked up around him as his intestines produced a sighing rumble that lasted 2 or 3 seconds, and he felt pressure settle into the lower part of his intestines, just above his butt. (He'd never heard the word rectum or knew what a rectum was, but that's where the fullness had settled). The gurgle stopped and he expected the mass to settle, like poop inside him usually did, but to his surprise it just keep oozing inside him, threatening to force its way out the only exit down there. Jake tightened his butthole with all his force, then clenched his buns, and the pressure abated slowly again, leaving him feeling full down there but no longer in danger of dirtying himself. He breathed a sigh and wondered if that was the end of it. Next to him, Sam stiffened as his own insides rumbled, and he trembled a few moments and then sighed as he relaxed again as well. What was the matter with them?