Nursery project I Descent to Hell

The boarding school can be a party

Logan started to open his eyes, still looking early, he rolled onto his bed feeling the bulging plastic brush against his thighs. Those diapers were not like the boxer diapers he had worn before, with which he only knew when he woke up if he had gotten wet. With the real diapers that he was now wearing, he couldn't distinguish him well, he had to pay close attention. The boy directly imitating his mother every morning, inserted a finger in the front of his diaper to feel the evident humidity. He was so wet and puffy that he couldn't explain how it was possible for him to notice. Then he began to feel bad, a pain in the pit of his stomach. The remorse, shame, and humiliation he suffered the day before were causing him unease and discomfort that were hardly letting him live.The rays of the day entered through the window waking up the chestnut tree who was sleeping peacefully still with his thumb in his mouth. Daniela entered the bedroom and uncovered her son who shivered a little. She could not help but feel tender when she saw her son sucking his thumb and with an obviously very wet diaper, she took a photo of the boy and inertia checked the condition of the diaper. Logan who had woken up after his diaper invasion blushed when he heard.-Wow cherub, you are totally wet ... thank goodness we changed you to this type of protection. Your previous underpants diapers would not have held up so much pee.Logan blushed and felt very wet. it had gotten wet again during the night. His problem did not seem to improve, which only worsened the mood of the fourteen-year-old. Daniela motioned for her son to get up. Before the boy could notice the tapes were peeled off and the diaper fell to the ground making a loud thud. The boy had the self-reflection to cover himself with his hands, but before he could protest, with a loving spanking he was sent to take his morning bath. He ran naked down the corridor, that morning race was more and more frequent and in the course, he was able to meet Spencer dressed in his pajamas and going to take the shower that now corresponded to him. He entered the bathroom and there he found the bathtub full of hot water, ready for him. As I started to enter the tub, the door opened,-Well, you're getting ready, let's take a shower, little man.Logan blushed, and wanted to protest, but nothing could against the firm grip of his father who lifted him up and put him in the bathtub as if he were 4 years old. The brown while this happened, he felt the pain in his ass. A reminder that he used to sit in the bathtub and let Daddy do as he pleased, rubbing and washing every inch of his body as if he really was the five years he had been reduced. Lucke noted her son's seriousness.-Awww don't make that face kitty, wetting the bed happens to many children your age, daddy is going to leave you very clean without that ugly pee odor. Also, look what I have brought you.Lucke threw several objects into the water, splashing onto the fourteen-year-old's face, who instinctively closed his eyes. When she opened them, she saw a rubber duck, a pirate ship, and a slowly sinking truck floating in the water. Lucke intervened.-See, now you can play while daddy does his job and you won't think about those ugly wet beds or night accidents. Now raise your arms, I have to wash you wellLogan was red as a tomato. His day had only just begun and he was already totally embarrassed to the level that he wanted the earth to swallow him up. When his father was done, he reached into the water and without warning grabbed one of his son's feet. He started rubbing it vigorously as he said.-Ohhh how dirty you are. How long have you not washed between your toes? We should have started bathing you long ago ...Logan wanted to die, when his father finished he was going to continue, but he was stopped by the bell, he came out giving instructions to his son to wash his head, which the fourteen-year-old began to do as usual. When Lucke returned, he found his son where he had left him, clearing his head. The adult approached his son and took control again, checking that he had washed well. He clicked his tongue before saying.- You haven't hit behind your ears ... So big that you say you are and you don't know how to bathe properly ...The boy once again wanted to die, if it wasn't bad enough being bathed by his father at fourteen, he found new ways to make that moment more humiliating. After his bath was finished, his father took him out by lifting him by the armpits, leaving him on the bathroom floor and drying him with a large towel. Once dry, he put the towel aside and took him naked to his room. Where on top of his bed, instead of his school uniform, was a small package with the logo of a famous online store. Logan looked at his father in confusion, there was no need to ask a question, since it seemed that Lucke had read the fourteen-year-old's mind and with a cheerful voice answered.-It's a gift for you kitty-For me?-Of course, open it tontinThe boy thoughtlessly eagerly opened the package waiting to see his gift. But great was his surprise with what he found inside. He looked at his father confused and said.-A hairbrush? I don't have hair long enough to need itHer father smiled sweetly at that statement. He stroked her head as he took the brush, which was medium in size, fit perfectly in his hand, the head was completely round, made of fairly light pine wood, with soft bristles to avoid pulling. Lucke sat on the bed with her legs spread wide and sat her still-naked son in the middle and started brushing her hair. While hugging him and kissing his cheek he said.-Tontin, of course you need it. Look how smooth it is.Logan was red with embarrassment. With his hands he covered his forehead, although he did not care that his father saw him at this point, he felt too exposed. Once fully combed. Lucke brought her son in front of a mirror and said to him.- !Look how handsome! you realize that it can help you.- Emmm well yes ...-Every day mommy or I will comb your hair so that you look very handsome.Logan blushed, and looked down, timidly asked.-Where is my uniform?-Mami will bring it, but first of all, kitty, you have to talk about a detail-Than ? The fourteen-year-old asked tiredly and somewhat uneasily. Daddy walked over to the bed and took his new regulation white slip to wear to school from the drawer of his son's shorts, opened it and motioned for the boy to tuck his legs in. He still embarrassed himself because he just wanted to stop being naked. his father started to upload it. But when he had traveled more than half of the leg and was mid-thigh, he stopped, released the slip and looked at his son. He looked at him confused and before he could speak. The blond spoke.-We forgot something, don't we, little man?Logan looked confused, but his father kept talking.-Someone did not behave too well ... You have to be reminded to be a good child ...That said, Lucke threw his son onto his lap and with his hairbrush in hand began to spank his son's already colored butt the night before. The lashes fell with rhythm and without pause, Logan ended up crying like a complete baby in a matter of seconds. As she lucke finished her job and hugged her little one like a mischievous child she corrected for pure love and desire to help her be better.-This will be our new daily routine when we wake up, okay, kitty?-Than? But Daddy!-Neither dad nor pee. You misbehaved Logan and Daddy has to punish you so you can be good in the future. A calm and calm child, instead of a restless little one and looking for trouble.Logan fell silent. For he knew that there was nothing he could say to make this situation better. Daddy gave him a final hug, pulled up his shorts, and dressed him in his uniform. He went down, had breakfast and went to school. It was strange not telling any of his friends. But nobody messed with him. Well, despite their public humiliation, everyone knew that to have gone through that, they had to do something very bad.The week passed and Logan's companions returned. Ironically, the punishment the boys had suffered helped keep them under control and without getting into trouble. Not to mention also the continuous flogging at home, diapers as soon as they return from school, the bathrooms, the early bedtime. All of this seemed to have an impressive effect on Logan. Well, he behaved like a model child. So much was the change that its strict rules began to soften. He began to be able to keep his briefs at home when he arrived from school and during the weekends, he could use the bathroom again without asking permission, often, extend his bedtime, although it was not higher than Spencer's, both brothers kept going to sleep at the same time. He was even allowed to see his friends again and hang out with them. The chestnut tree responded correctly and maturely to all the signs of trust that his parents were giving. The daily baths were gradually reduced. One day a week he was allowed to bathe alone, then another day was added, then he spent a day being bathed another day bathing alone, until finally he stayed all week being able to bathe himself, only with the supervision of daddy or mommy and his He helps with washing his hair and back and only on Sunday a good deep bath given by either of his parents, eventually Spencer accompanied his older brother in the bathtub. He even improved his nighttime wetting problem, reducing it to only once or twice a week, although every night he had to wear diapers as a precaution and his ass continued to be flogged in the morning and at night.So while this was happening, the calendar pages fell like leaves on a tree in the fall. So the final week of school arrived. By then Logan had managed to get his parents to let him out with his friends, even to receive visitors at home. On that weekend when school was over, the boys had talked about having a slumber party and coincidentally played at Logan's house. The boy preferred it to a certain point, with his problem and protection he needed to be somewhere where he controlled the situation and he had made sure that Spencer was not there that day, he had organized a slumber party with other children who were friends at school.School ended and the boys all went downstairs to Logan's house, when they entered, he smelled like fresh cookies, entered the kitchen and found Daniela baking her son's favorite cookies. This when he saw them he said.-Hello guys, I have prepared a small snack, they told me that you would come today. Go upstairs to wash your hands and leave the backpacks in Logan's room and you go downstairs to have this. There are soft drinks and smoothies.Everyone appreciated the gesture and obeyed, at which point Logan froze. They would see the children's sheets in his room and his stuffed animals, he couldn't stop, he didn't know what to do, he took one step after another, then the door opened.When they entered the fourteen-year-old's room, he still had that childish air about him, but his bed had normal sheets, plush toys, children's toys and the car track mat were gone. The boy looked stunned at his room, which seemed more mature than in many months. However, this did not seem enough for Tristan.-Hey Logo! What the hell happened to your room? It looks like a 10-year-old boy ...-Well ... This ... Eh .... Cla ... Sure ... Because it is now my brother's room, only because it is bigger we are going to sleep here, my parents have changed us because in their room there is a humidity that gives you allergy yes, that is.-Ah ... Well brave shitDaniel replied.-Well, it's not bad, so you have less to cleanHe tried to minimize Jean Pierre-You sure love it, of course, surely your room is also like thisTristan scoffed.-You've been in my room a thousand times asshole and it's not like that, you know ...The blonde complained. Finally they fixed things, washed their hands and went downstairs to eat, they spent the whole day playing video games and playing Badminton and soccer in the garden. At night the boys had dinner and went up to the room. The boys undressed and were going to put on their pajamas when without warning Daniel entered without calling carrying towels in his hands.-Guys, it's bath timeThe woman was shocked for a second when she saw the four boys in briefs.-Oh, excuse me, by the way. Your moms have asked me for a photo of you to know that you are here. Come on posadThe boys hesitated, but Daniela had a sinister smile that was not to be ignored and indicated that they should not disobey. The boys posed and the flash went off. And she sent the photo to the group of dads and moms.-Well to the bathroom, there is no excuse. Do you have clean underpants?-Eh ... Yes .... What ... The spare parts of physical educationTristan answered only.-Well, the answer you don't have, Daniel, some of Logan will go to you and Jean ... Maybe some of Spencer. Come without excuses.The boys were entering the shower and others in the bathtub. Daniela wore a red slip with white elastic bands for Daniel and a light blue one with Bear heads for Jean Pierre. Once Daniela saw her son enter the bathroom, she went in with him and handed him the yellow slip with colored cars everywhere. The opposite reaction from the other was immediate. However Daniela promised that if she wore those underpants at night, at bedtime she could wear diapers underpants again instead of the plump diapers she usually wore. Logan seemed to shine with joy, hugged his mother gratefully and quickly took a shower, went out and put on his underpants, raising and adjusting them as usual already with a certain contentment. Logan stopped for a second and reflected on something that he had been noticing all those months, because certainly the slips were beginning to seem more and more ... comfortable ... and more natural to wear ... he felt how they fit his body and gave it a feeling of softness and comfort. The boxers now seemed too loose, rough and caused him uneasiness and insecurity because it no longer turned out that they were holding anything, because without anyone knowing it, one day he had slipped into his parents' room and had taken the boxers more. The small ones he had found in his father's drawers and had put them on, they were only slightly larger than his old boxers, but to his horror, he felt them uncomfortable and that they had too much fabric for his legs. The briefs now seemed to him to be perfect, They gave him the feeling of support and took up just enough space not to feel that he was wearing other pants under his pants. It seemed to him that they were the underpants that he really should wear, although at first he despised them and still did not like the cartoon designs. But that was something he would never share with anyone and would continue to defend his fight to return to the boxers although it was not what he already wanted.Finally, he left the bathroom and went to his room where his friends were waiting for him.Once he entered, he found everyone dressed only in briefs and with Tristan over Jean Pierre who was lying on the floor with a frustrated expression and the brunette constantly repeated-Who is the baby? Who is the baby?-Logan .....Daniel replied while laughing at the sight of his friend's shorts who had just come through the door. Tristan fell to the ground, releasing Jean Pierre, who got up very angry and held back a laugh when he saw the chestnut, because that image was not something that was seen every day.-Logo, what the hell are you wearing?Tristan laughed.-E ... it's ... it's just old shit, I've been forced ...Logan answered elusively, however, Daniel was rummaging through the chestnut drawer drawer and laughing out loud.-I wouldn't say they forced you, everything is the same ... Logan was about to collapse, he didn't know what to do, he didn't know where to go or what to answer. However, to the rescue Daniela appeared from behind her son with a flip flop in hand and an angry expression.-Well ... I see that there are some discrepancies here ... thank goodness that you are going to behave, right?All the boys stopped and nodded quickly as they got up and went off to get their sleep shirts.-Chiscos, how are you going to be so well behaved ... we are going to redo the photo from before ...-WHAT?Everyone was excited, because they did not want to pose in briefs again, and less with those briefs, although Tristan said a little fun.-Come on fags, it's not that bad-Of course that is easy to say for you that you are wearing a brief similar to the previous photoJean Pierre said angrily, however, a tone of exasperation from the woman persuaded them to obey quickly. So they posed in the same way and the photo was repeated. After that Daniela gave Logan pajamas to all the children, they were not too happy, but they did not want to expose themselves to the anger of the woman and that could lead to the anger of their respective parents. Once the boys were dressed in their pajamas of ducklings, kittens, baseballs and other children's patterns with zippers on the back. After this, they were sent downstairs for dinner, as Daniela had ordered pizza.Everyone ate and finally went to the living room, Daniela entered and the scene she found was charming, the four children dressed childishly watching TV, at that moment she called Logan to the kitchen, then she handed him the diaper and took him to the bathroom where he He unzipped and pulled it up once it was ready. The night passed normally without anyone knowing about Logan's little secret. The next morning the fourteen-year-old went quickly to his mother's bedroom, who helped him undress and see that he was a little wet but not much. Once all dressed, they said goodbye. Logan was praised by his parents for his good behavior. The days passed until the day that they had to leave for the boarding school arrived, Logan got up with a dry diaper as he used to do lately. He was last bathed in a long time and dressed in a basic yellow slip, a denim, and a short-sleeved shirt. They took him to the stop where the bus would pick them up. They said goodbye with tears in their eyes, especially Spencer, Tristan's parents filled him with kisses while Jean Pierre was crushed in a super hug and Daniel was late as he used to be. Finally the boys got on the bus and left. It was then that Daniel, who almost stayed ashore, said.-Logo, your plan has been a fucking shit pricked on a stick ... being model boys has not helped us to get rid of this fucking shit ...Tristan and Jean Pierre nodded in unison, however, the brunette did not seem discouraged, with an evil smile he said.-Don't worry guys ... I have a plan B ...The rest of the trip was quiet and almost silent, once they got there, the building was similar to a castle, with a large front patio. There they were received by friars who guided them to a large room where the lintel read "Auditorium", the boys entered it, there they sat in the armchairs. Once they were up, the curtain opened, a large crucifix rose in the middle of the stage, and six friars sat on the sides, positioned in groups of three. One of them got up and went to the lectern where the microphone was. The lectern was made of sober brown wood, shaped like a cross. The man who approached had a round face with a beard, had little hair, a flat nose and blue eyes. He started to speak, his voice was hoarse and powerful.-Welcome my dear boys, I am Father Tomás. You are here to learn spirituality and guide your hearts and your souls closer to God. I hope you will behave like the Franciscan novices that you are. Respect, obedience and chastity are expected of you. Your luggage will be seized and will be returned to you when you leave. The routines will be: Get up at 6:00 in the morning for an hour and a half prayer session. Followed by an austere breakfast of bread and water. Then, as your education cannot be left aside, you will be in class until 12:00 that you will stop to pray the Angelus, you will continue until 14:30 when you will eat and you will have a leisure time until 18:30 that we will have another session of I pray until 20:30, at that time we will have dinner, we will have a time of recreation again and at 21: 30 it will be time to shower, and prepare to sleep. Everyone must be in bed and with the lights off at 22:00. The weekends will be devoted to study or to what everyone considers, however, it is mandatory to attend prayer sessions and Sunday mass. Our brothers, Father Francisco, Paulino, Domingo, Rosendo and Jesús are at your disposal if you have any questions, the other brothers will help you in minor tasks. Now. They will guide you to your bedrooms where you will change your clothes to the ones you will usually wear, which is evidently the habit of the Franciscans. Thank you very much for your attention and welcome to San Sulpicio. The weekends will be devoted to study or to what everyone considers, however, it is mandatory to attend prayer sessions and Sunday mass. Our brothers, Father Francisco, Paulino, Domingo, Rosendo and Jesús are at your disposal if you have any questions, the other brothers will help you in minor tasks. Now. They will guide you to your bedrooms where you will change your clothes to the ones you will usually wear, which is evidently the habit of the Franciscans. Thank you very much for your attention and welcome to San Sulpicio. The weekends will be devoted to study or to what everyone considers, however, it is mandatory to attend prayer sessions and Sunday mass. Our brothers, Father Francisco, Paulino, Domingo, Rosendo and Jesús are at your disposal if you have any questions, the other brothers will help you in minor tasks. Now. They will guide you to your bedrooms where you will change your clothes to the ones you will usually wear, which is evidently the habit of the Franciscans. Thank you very much for your attention and welcome to San Sulpicio. They will guide you to your bedrooms where you will change your clothes to the ones you will usually wear, which is evidently the habit of the Franciscans. Thank you very much for your attention and welcome to San Sulpicio. They will guide you to your bedrooms where you will change your clothes to the ones you will usually wear, which is evidently the habit of the Franciscans. Thank you very much for your attention and welcome to San Sulpicio.Father Paulino called the boys and guided them to a large room where there were beds with perfectly folded brown habits, pilgrim sandals on the floor and a white square next to it, when the boys unfolded it they realized that it was a slip . There were some protests, but they were not heard and they were urged to change. They all started undressing, even though the priests were present, neither Logan nor any of the other boys cared and continued to undress, as they were used to being naked in front of each other, and in front of their gym teacher, everything It was going relatively well until Father Paulino saw one of the boys take off his underpants to change them for the new one they had given him, so that he was completely naked.- Stop guys, no one should take off their underpants in front of anyone, nudity is impious and you are no longer children, you should only be naked in solitude and before God.Logan saw that some of the boys wore briefs like he did, this was somewhat relieving, although he felt embarrassed, not because they saw him in those circumstances, but rather that they saw him wear briefs outside of school hours. Once they were all dressed as mini frayles, they made a tour of the whole place and they were told that the prayer time would be indicated by the bells. After that they were alone. Logan and his friends gathered under a nearby orange tree in the courtyard in a bed of black and white river rocks. Logan with an evil smile said.-Guys ... the curiquis have freaked out their cunts .... these today must find out who we are ... their votes ... their routines ... they are going to shit ... we are going to show them that this boarding school ... can be a party ...The boys nodded mildly in agreement, among the four they devised a plan and once it was clear to them, they separated and recruited other boys to help them, because with great chaos, the brothers would not know where it came from or who had caused it. .It all started at the time of prayer, the prayers were continually interrupted by farts, giggles, belches and annoying noises that made the hour and a half of prayer impossible. Following lunchtime, someone had sneaked into the kitchens and poured a pot of pepper into the pot they were going to serve to the priests, who were raging with itchiness and drank water uncontrollably at the laughter of the novices and the impotence of fray Tomas to whom the voice did not leave to order to silence. Finally at the time of the shower, they all started undressing and once they were all in their underpants, the brothers told them to go to the individual glass showers, everything seemed to be going well, the boys undressed inside the shower and they started to lather, When the brothers thought that everything was over suddenly a sacrilegious song began to be played over the public address system. One of the two who were guarding the young people left to see what was happening. Suddenly the glass doors opened and everyone started running around naked, some hugged at the haunted sight of the poor brother who was trying to put order, others had gotten together in the shower and leaned their asses against the glass, finally, all They ran naked to the bedroom where they locked themselves shutting the door and played very energetic music starting to put together the party of the century, before the blows of the priests. All the teenagers in Slips were enjoying the anarchy they were experiencing and little by little the music calmed down and they fell asleep. The knocking on the door stopped around 2: 00 in the morning. Everyone felt victorious, knowing that if this had been the first day, this boarding school would indeed be a party.