Disciplined by Teachers part: 1 Summary: This story is a true story. My name is Mike and I am 17 years old. This story took place in grade 8 at Yorkland High, California. I was 14. A week I would never forget.... Part 1 It all started on Monday. It was a new week, and like most people, you feel like the week will never end. I came to school at around 7:00 o'clock. The bell rang and everyone went to class. My first class was Geography. I hated it so much. My teacher in that class, Mr. Rodrigue, made some jokes about a lot of people, but when he made them about me, it seemed he was serious. I sat down in my normal spot and basically fell asleep in this completely boring and stupid class. The bell rang it was English next. I did not mind English because in the middle of each class I would pick on all the little grade 7'ers and shoot their books on the floor. I got a good laugh out of it, then I went to English class. My English teacher, Mr. Nathan, was a pretty odd teacher in his 30's. I could imagine him always smiling and he pissed me off because you never knew what he was so happy about. During the class I was shooting paper planes around and hit the teacher in the back. He asked who shot it. So of course nobody said anything. He looked at me while I was cracking up. I could not hold it in. I was sent to the principal's office and he told me that after class he would have a word with me in the principal's office. I waited...and waited, not knowing what to expect. Then around 10 minutes after I had been sent my principal Mr. Wallach came out of the office. He was looking at me with a stern look and I got really scared I was not sure what he was planning on doing. "YOU SHOW UP HERE EVERY GOD DAMN DAY! WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO WITH YOU?!" he said. I was so scared of the sound of his voice I had wet my pants. He saw this and smiled and me and said, "someone's wet." I turned red and started crying. Mr. Nathan and Mr. Rodrigue then came in to complain about my fooling around that day. They all went into Mr. Wallach's office to talk about my behavior with pushing little kids, not paying attention, fooling around in class, etc. They came out about 5 minutes later and told me this was my last warning. I stopped crying. I left thinking, "yeah, right, they always say that." Then I went off to the next class. School finally ended. I was going home finally. Even though there were still 4 days to go I felt good that I had finished one. On the way home I was walking and I heard a car behind me. I didn't bother looking back because I thought it was just passing, but as I kept walking a hand went over my mouth and I was dragged into a car. I could not believe it! My heart felt like it was going to explode. I heard of people on the news being abducted, but never thought I would ever experience this horrifying thing. As the car drove I heard a familiar voice. It sounded like my teacher Mr. Rodrigue. As I looked behind me it was him in the passenger seat, Mr. Nathan was in the front and Mr. Wallach was driving. I said, "What the fuck is going on here?" Mr. Rodrigue said, "Shhhh... calm down. We are not going to hurt you." I just set back as he held my arms so I couldn't escape. We stopped and a drugstore. My principal got out, and that's when I had noticed my parents in the back seat as well. I said, "WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?!" My mom then said, "don't worry, honey, everything's going to be okay. We were talking to your teachers and they said that you had been bad at school, so we came to the solution to let you stay at Mr. Wallach's house for a week or two to smarten you up a little. "BUT MOM!" "Now, honey, they are not going to hurt you." And with that my mom and dad left the car as my dad said "bye" and my mom gave me a hug. They left the car and walked away. Mr. Rodrigue looked down at me and said, "we are going to make sure you are very well-behaved after we are done with you." I got scared again and then wet my pants again for the second time in one day. He looked at me and laughed and said, "we can fix that." Mr. Wallach entered the car with a bag. He handed it to Mr. Nathan as we drove off to his house. When we got there I was taken by the arm out of the car. I tried to make a run for it but Mr. Wallach and Mr. Rodrigue held me tightly enough that I couldn't. We got inside and they dragged me upstairs. "My wife knows about this," Mr. Wallach said. "But she's gone for the week so little Mikey can stay here for the week." They opened a door as I kicked and cried. Mr. Wallach and Mr. Rodrigue laid me on the bed while Mr. Nathan held me down. Mr. Wallach unbuckled my pants as MR. Wallach fetched the bag from the store. They managed to get them off and I put myself in a ball so they wouldn't be able to get my underwear off. I was not sure what they planned on doing but I wasn't letting my teachers seeing me naked. Mr. Nathan tickled me a little and grab my arms, and Mr. Rodrigue pulled off my underwear, and then my shirt. I was now completely naked crying, and humiliated in front of my teachers. They both looked at me and smiled down while Mr. Wallach came in. He pulled out Pampers, lotion, baby oil, Vaseline, and baby powder out of the bag and laid it on the bed. Then he went into the bathroom and got some Pampers Baby Dry baby wipes from under the sink. I looked in horror, now knowing what they had planned. Then Mr. Nathan held my arms and Mr. Rodrigue lifted my bum so Mr. Wallach could get the Pampers diaper underneath me. Once that was done he put some baby lotion into his hands and rubbed it on my crotch and on the side of it. Mr. Nathan rubbed baby oil all over my body. Mr. Rodrigue said, "if he's gonna be a baby he has to smell like a baby, doesn't he?". He opened the lid on the powder and sprinkled it all over my dick. Then he took some in his hand and smacked me all over my body, leaving white spots on my bum legs tummy and face. Then Mr. Wallach took the diaper and folded and pinned it up. I was a complete baby. I smelled like an infant, diapered like an infant and I was crying like an baby. Just then Mr. Nathan reached for the bag he pulled out at least 8 bottles of Gerber baby food (prunes) and a baby bottle. He went downstairs to fill the bottle and warm it up as Mr. Wallach and Mr. Rodrigue opened the jars. Mr. Wallach put a bib on me and purposely was putting food all over my face, but I got enough of those 8 jars to cramp my tummy and have to poo. "I HAVE TO SHIT!" I said. They both laughed and said, "do it in your diaper, baby." Mr. Nathan returned with the bottle and put it in my mouth. I was so full, but he didn't care and squeezed my mouth so I would suck on it. Milk dribbled out of my mouth as he was feeding me. I was a complete mess. I has the worst cramps ever in my stomach! I couldn't hold it anymore. As soon as the bottle was half done I took a big load into my diaper and piss came out all over, too. It was so much. It squished all over my ass. The pie went down my leg and wet all the bed. It looked like I hadn't gone to the bathroom in a year because the Pampers, with the diaper prints on it, was all yellow and brown. They all laughed and took pictures of me full of food and shit in my diaper and piss. I cried so much, but that just encouraged their pictures. "WOW, what a smelly boy!" Mr. Wallach said as they proceeded to change my loaded and wet diaper. There was so much shit they need 4 bags to take it all out and when they had emptied it all. They grabbed the Pampers baby wipes and wiped my bum with at least 10 of them around my crotch, too. I was taken into the bathroom where they bathed me and touched my private parts. They took me out and dried me off to go into the room again. Mr.Rodrigue covered me with oil again as they all put Vaseline and powder all over my bum and crotch. Then when I was all white and oily, Mr. Nathan grabbed another diaper from the bag and put my penis under the flap and tapped it up. The diapers were Pampers and they had little babies all over the front I cried myself to sleep as they left me on the bed in restraints in just my baby diaper and oily body. "Night Night Baby". and they left the room! ...... TO BE CONTINUED.