Strictland Academy by Breanna Hayse, Carolyn Faulkner

  Go back to your bed and
wait like the rest of them.   I'll
come escort you to the end of the line when the bell rings for lavatory
time."
    Tears
cascaded down April's cheek and her eyes widened with dread as she lost bladder
control.   She shrieked with
mortification as a large puddle formed on the floor.
    “ Really,
Compton?   Unbelievable.   Attendant Angela, we need your assistance.   We have a baby who apparently isn't
potty trained! ” Attendant Hazel called out with disgust.   "She's eighteen years old and completely unable to hold her own
water.   Well, this is not the first
time we have had to deal with such childishness, and I am certain it will not
be the last.   Take her."
    The
attendants each grabbed a limb and carted April to her bunk, where she was
bound hand and foot to its four corners.   Her dress was stripped off and a thick stack of diaper material tucked
under her bottom, brought up through her legs, then pinned together at either
side.   Tight-fitting rubber panties
were pulled up over the diaper material and locked around her waist with a
heavy padlock, to which the Attendant gave her prefect the key.
    “ You'll
wear these, girl, until you can prove to us that you can abide by the same
rules that the other girls follow.   You'll be changed by your prefect or myself when the others use the
facilities, and no sooner."
    April
bawled continually throughout this indignity.   She was set free when they were
finished, dragged by Attendant Angela to the spot of her humiliation and handed
a big brush and a bucket filled with cold water and lye soap.
    “ Clean
that up.   And it better be
spic-and-span when I come to inspect it, or you will be going across my lap for
a whipping that you will not forget for the next week.   Get to work and cease with the
tears."
    She
glanced up to the observation rooms.   Molly's eyes followed the direction, seeing three men pointing and
clapping one on the shoulder.   A
lump formed in her stomach.   This
did not look good for her friend, on so many levels.
    Disheartened,
and thoroughly embarrassed, April set about her chore as the lavatory bell rang
and the girls lined up in order of rank around her.   While everyone else was relieving
themselves, April pursued the impossible task of trying to please Attendant
Angela and, unknowingly, put on a good show for the mysterious viewers.   She ended up diaper-less, on her hands
and knees scrubbing away while the Attendant scourged her backside with a
short, light birch bundle.   With her
tiny bottom speckled with angry, red wheals, April was returned to her cot and
securely re-swaddled.   This time she
offered no fuss, for she had fallen asleep the second her body touched the
mattress.
    ***
    Although
exhausted, Molly was unable to sleep due to the throbbing pain to her lower
regions and the constant chattering.   The girls did not appear to be concerned with being caught talking in a
low whisper.   The attendants had all
left, locking the door behind them, and the rule-breaking prefects were in
charge.   Questions were flung in
Molly's direction like a barrage of bullets, focusing on food, word events,
and, of course, men.   Molly, fearful
of the consequences upon her bedraggled behind, tentatively asked, “ Wait!   Aren't you afraid of being heard?   What about the Attendants?"
    “ They
won't be back until they do last rounds at eleven or so, then we won't see them
again until morning.   They open the
door, shine a light in here to make sure everyone's in bed, and then they go to
bed themselves, ” one of the girls stated.
    “ Go
to each other's beds, you mean, ” someone suggested, as several of the girls snickered behind their hands.   "And they also share in a couple of
bottles of wine while doing it.   You
can smell it on them in the morning.   They are not as holy and righteous as they try to make everyone believe,
and you can tell by most of their sizes that food rationing is not on