A Cute Asylum Story Requested Anonymously

Milly was good at doing nothing.  In an asylum, that was a vital skill.  After all, if you acted the fool when you didn't have a plan, you'd spend a lot of time with nothing to do.

Even when you weren't supervised, sometimes you'd have to pretend to do nothing.

Like if you were standing in one of the corners of the room, waiting for someone to come in and to check on the 'patient' in the bed.

It had taken some doing, and it would only work because of unscheduled maintenance, but she wasn't about to turn her nose up at it.

How long had she stood there?  An hour?  Two?

At last, she heard a noise that nearly made her giggle.

The click-thunk of her door trying and failing to open.  The very maintenance issue that would let her out.

Click-thunk.

Click-thunk.

Click-whirrr-click.

Milly breathed in very slowly as the nurse stepped in.

“Who left the privacy screen up?” spoke a shrill voice.

The click and clack of high heels was music to her ears.

Milly dared to look and saw a blonde woman with her long hair hanging past her shoulders, carrying a syringe.

An inexperienced nurse.

It was all she could do to stay silent as she prepared for her moment.

As soon as the nurse reached for the privacy curtain, it'd be go time.

As soon as the curtain started to flutter, Milly lunged.

Sweeping up behind her, she got the nurse in a chokehold and said, “hello.”

The nurse froze on the spot, and took a few seconds to say, “please don't hurt me.”

That little squeak almost made her feel bad.  “If you stay quiet, and follow my commands, you'll be healthier coming out of here than going in.”

“Okay.”

“Set the syringe down next to the bed.  Slowly.”

“Okay.”

She had to move forward a little bit with the nurse, but it was easily enough done.

“Now, what was in it?”

“It's an intramuscular-”

“Sedative or something else?” Milly grunted.

“Sedative.”

“Now that's naughty.  You were planning to sedate someone who couldn't defend herself?”  She shook her head and began feeling around the Nurse's waist.  “Hey, wait a minute, where's your pager?”

“I...I didn't think I'd need it.”

“You really are in trouble now...they're gonna fire you once they get you out of this bed.”

Milly could only smirk as the nurse went limp.

It made undressing her and tying her up all the easier.  She only thought to start screaming after the gag was in, and that was a huge mistake.

“Are you sure you didn't want to be in this bed or something?” Milly said as she admired the four point restraints.  They weren't as good as the straps at keeping someone like her incapacitated, but they'd do for this nurse.

“I'm going to have to apologize, not for trying to escape, but for my technique being lackluster.  I've never had to diaper anyone before.”

The nurse whined behind her gag, her blue eyes going wide.

“They'll notice the problem when they come in to check you after the maintenance, don't worry.” Milly unfolded one of the diapers stored in here.  “You're a little thinner than I am, but this should fit well enough.”

Thankfully, the nurse didn't really have much way to resist while in restraints.

“It's weird to be on this end of it, you know?”

No response.

“I guess you wouldn't really know.  You've been here for what, a few days?”  She shrugged as she taped the diaper up.   “Hey, you'll get used to it.  They probably won't fire you.  Maybe.”

She sighed.  Even though her plan was going even better than expected, she felt guilty.

Not guilty enough to not dress herself in the nurse's pink scrubs, but guilty enough that she wanted to hug her.

“Come on, don't be so down.  You'll get to have a little nap.  You guys think it's so therapeutic for us...so it'll definitely be therapeutic for you!” She forced a smile as she threw the syringe in the room's trash.

“Seriously though, just take a nap.  You'll be woken up in a couple hours, and I'll be long gone.” She put the nurse's ID badge on and said, “I'll make it up to you if I ever meet you on the outside!”

With that, she swiped the keycard through the door release, and was pleasantly surprised when it worked the first time.

The high heels were...tolerable.  She comforted herself by saying that she'd ditch them as soon as she could.

Turning right as she stepped out into the hallway, she remembered her mental map of the facility.  Intake was on the first floor, as were the staff entrances.  The best one to escape through would be the kitchen, she figured, as it was closest to the forest on the facility's perimeter.

Really, it'd be a cake walk.  Move to the stairs, go down one level, walk halfway across the facility, and go out the loading dock.

It was an infallible plan.

She fussed with her hair a little bit as she approached the elevator.

Her face and hair didn't match the ID card on her lapel, but all she had to do was take the stairs.

No one took the stairs!

She ducked into the stairwell and-

“Hey nurse, little help?” spoke a man with thick spectacles and a mighty beard.

“Yeah, uh...what can I do for you?”

“Just need somebody to get the door.” He smiled and bowed his head as she did so.

“Sure.  Have a good one,” Milly said as he passed onward.

She hurried down the stairs and crossed the facility, taking mental notes.  Of course,  she was really just verifying what she already knew.

She had spent three hundred days in the asylum.  That much time in the nuthouse could make any sane person lose track of reality.

Security was just as lax as it always was on the 'safe' floor.

The patients down here were even allowed to roam around.  No one was around at the moment, but surely that would change.

She took small solace in knowing that anyone else who was one hundred percent sane like her would just be able to walk out if they could find a good disg-

“Milly!” screamed a voice that she hoped to not hear, “Milly Smith!  Stop right there!”

She turned to see the Asylum's Security Chief, Chrome Dome.  She didn't remember what his real name was, but he was the only person in the asylum who took pride in being bald.  No patient could be as insane as he was!

Milly stared him down, and slowly kicked off her heels.

He stared back, reaching for his radio.

She turned and ran.

As she rounded a corner and burst into the cafeteria, she cursed her shortness of breath.

“What the hell?”  “It's the girl the boss radioed about!”  “Stop where you are!” Three guards were ready.

“Rain check!” she called, turning around and hurrying back out.

And then there was Chrome Dome, flanked by two nurses.

“Let's be civilized about this,” she said as she put her hands up, “I'm perfectly sane, and I need to be outside of the asylum.”

“You need a rubber room with a television in it,” one of the nurses muttered.

“Or an industrial sized drip of Happy Juice(tm)!” chirped the other.

“Settle down, you two,” Chrome Dome said, “you know the rules, Milly.”

“I'm just going to sit down, if you don't mind.” And so she did.

“You going to tell us where you got the clothes from?”

Truth be told, she could have cooperated fully.  The worst that would happen would be that she would get sent back to the same place she left.

But the spiteful free spirit in her didn't feel like doing their jobs for them.

“Stole them from a locker room,” she said with a straight face.

Chrome Dome stepped over to her and knelt down, looking at her lapel.  “And where'd you get that ID badge made?”

“Made?  Whatever do you mean?” She kept her cool expression on, but on the inside she wondered what in the hell he meant.

“This thing looks like a laminated piece of paper.  I don't know how you got it, but...that's a pretty good forgery for someone who is locked up.”

Milly shrugged.  She supposed that there had been budget cuts, or maybe the nurse was really an insane journalist trying to go undercover in an asylum.

“What can I say?”

Nothing she could say or do would make these people see reason and let her go.

“Just want to put it out there,” she spoke to the perkier of the nurses, “if you're gonna make me wait to see a Doctor for like an hour, you're gonna want to pad me up.”

“You won't be waiting one hour,” Doctor Grant said, a flush coming across her olive complexion as she pushed the restraint chair in, “but someone please take care of that and bring her to my office when you're done.”

“They've got the doctors bringing in restraint chairs?  What are they paying you orderlies for?” Milly said to the nurses.

For once, no one rose to the bait.  Things proceeded mechanically.  She was taken into a side room, stripped of her bottoms, diapered, and put in the restraint chair.

Though she didn't favor any restraints over her own freedom, she could find some relaxation in the restraint chair.

Just in case she was getting too comfortable though, she was gagged and rolled slowly across the building.

She was familiar with Doctor Grant's office most of all.  The office heavily favored red carpeting and near golden wood.

The three guards who brought her in couldn't help but stop and stare.

She smiled around the gag.

“Remove the gag and take your leave, ma'am, gentlemen,” Doctor Grant said.

They did so and left.

The Doctor raised her hand, as if to smooth her just short of shoulder length black hair, but let it fall.

“Milly Smith.  Your name has crossed the desk of every other doctor in this facility at least once, and it has crossed mine...thirty seven times.”

“You ready to release me yet?  I think I'm acting very composed for someone who has been restrained unjustly for the forty ninth time.”

Doctor Grant sighed.

“Milly, I'd love to confront your delusions at length, but you've finally forced my hand.” She pressed a button on her desk.  “Bring the sedative.”

Though her blood ran cold, Milly smirked. “I'll break out.”

“Maybe you will.  In Section Pink, you'll find they take a more hands on approach.”

“I prefer kicking rocks to hands on,” she said as she heard the door open behind her.

“I will see you in one week for your evaluation, Milly.”

She felt the sting of the needle hitting her arm, and she stuck her tongue out.  “See you on the outside!”

The 'Happy Juice(tm)' hit her hard and fast.  She was out before she was wheeled out of the office.

Milly came to quickly, a smile on her face.  It took a few seconds for rational thought to prevail as she stared around the pink chamber she was in.

Attempting to move brought her attention to the cool diaper around her waist.  The worst part of sedatives, no doubt, was the utter loss of control.

However, as she stretched her limbs, she realized she wasn't tied down.

Thinking back to the Doctor's words, she wondered if Section Pink was even a real place.  Maybe Doctor Grant was just messing with her?

Standing, she looked around.

The room was smaller than she would have liked, but it had most of the amenities she had come to expect.  Bed, end table, changing table, wardrobe that probably just contained diapers and spare hospital gowns...

She supposed that she should be grateful for the television, but she saw no remote to turn it on.

Another way to control her life, she thought with a huff.

She looked toward the door.  Aside from having a big, privacy ruining window in it, it looked like a regular facility door.  Too tough to kick down, but no electronic lock.

What kind of place didn't need extra security?

She tried the knob.  It turned easily.

“So either this door doesn't lock, or it isn't locked.” She smiled as she stepped out into the hall.  This too favored pink, though...it was bizarre.  Doctor Grant mentioned a hands on approach, but...no one was running up to grab her.  No one was even here to explain what was going on, or why she had been left wearing the pink top she had stolen and nothing else aside from her diaper.

The ID badge and everything of use had been taken, but she was considering it a blessing to not be in a straitjacket or in four point restraints.

Maybe the sedative just made her remember wrong?

This utter lack of supervision almost made her feel like making a dash.

Glancing back and forth, she saw only a set of double doors at either end.  She picked left and headed that way.

“Whatever's up with this place, the first step to a good escape is recon,” she said, stepping along.

She pushed through the double doors and...into a pretty comfortable looking room, all told.  It had a nice, soft brown carpet, and white walls.

A brunette nurse watched her from behind a pine counter.

“Hello,” Milly said with a smile.

“Good afternoon, Milly.  I'm Nurse Bourbon.”

“Hell of a name.”

“Name changes are too expensive.” She nodded.  “We're a bit more liberal with following schedules here, but I'm obligated to tell you that the scheduled group activity is in the other room, and that if any patient asks to be left alone, you should do so.”

“That just sounds like common sense.”

“Some newer patients don't know any better.” Nurse Bourbon shrugged.  “Oh, and the exit door is right over there.  Unlocked and everything.  If you want to escape, I'm not authorized to use any sort of force to stop you.”

“Why are you telling me that?” Milly's eyes trailed to the double doors.  They had simple push bars, and nothing holding them together.  There should be a lock of some sort, or maybe a keypad, but she couldn't see those either.

“Because you're a nonviolent patient.  If you want to leave, it's not like you're going to kill anyone.” She started writing something down, taking her eyes off of Milly.  “I mean, I don't really care if you stay, either, just be nonviolent.”

Milly went through the door.  It was too easy, she knew that, but she had to figure it out.

Was the nurse just emotionally checked out, or was it a trick?

On the other side of the door was a red floored, white walled room with a long couch and two woman dressed in low cut, white nurse dresses.  She felt the somewhat rough carpet with her toes, and winced.

The stocky redhead was the first one to meet Milly's gaze.  “Already making the rounds, huh?”

“She would be,” spoke the skinny one, scratching her short, blonde hair.

Milly noticed that the next set of double doors was behind the couch that the two nurses were on.  She needed to play this one cool, if she was to have a chance.

“So...what are you two watching?” she said with an easy smile as she crept up to stand behind them.

The nurses barely paid any mind to her, though the skinnier one turned her head just a little toward her.

It was the larger one that spoke, “the Mechanized Menagerie, have you heard of it?”

“It's been ages since I've seen a tv.”

“It's the hot new thing,” said the skinny nurse with a bored sigh.

The other nurse smiled, but kept her eyes on the screen.  “I didn't know what a menagerie was before this, but apparently it's a place where you keep animals, except these aren't animals, they're monster girls.”

“And the occasional monster guy.”

“And they're cared for by these golems, and-”

Milly ran, and hands seized her immediately, one by the arm and the other by the shirt.

When she was spun around, she was quite surprised to see that both of them had all but leaped over the couch to get her.

“Hm.  I kind of imagined you'd be more polite than that,” said the stocky nurse.

“Rather low effort for someone of your caliber,” said the skinny one.

“Gotta keep you nurses on your toes.”

“And we'll keep you on yours.”  They pulled her into a side room with a changing table.

Only in that moment did she realize just what she was in for.  “Oh hell no, you are not going to-”

She was pretty firmly bent over the table by the stocky nurse.

Oh hell yes they were going to spank her.

At least they had the stronger nurse holding her down. “What do you say, twenty for trying to escape?”

“Honestly it should be thirty.”

“How about zero?  I didn't know that was out of bounds!” It was relatively hard to negotiate when someone was taking your diaper off while you were bent over.

And then the stocky nurse chuckled.  “okay.  Thirty for trying to escape and telling a pretty lazy lie.”

Milly focused on anything but what was about to happen.  Pretty rainbows.  Escaping from this hellhole.  Puppies-

Whap!

The first blow hit her like a truck.

It was easy to retreat into your head when you were locked up for hours on end, but...

As she found out when the second spank hit her, each flash of pain brought her back to reality.  The hits seemed to fall slower and slower.

It should have given her more time to recover, but it just made it easier to dwell on the pain.

How did someone so little hit so hard?!?

She yelped when the tenth one hit her, and she was focusing on her breathing to fight off the tears in her eyes as she entered the twenties.  At some point, she was sure she had lost count.  Or maybe they meant thirty for each side?

She couldn't, or didn't, resist and, at last, she was allowed to rise.

“What the hell was that?” she asked as she turned around to see the smaller nurse leaving.

“Welcome to Section Pink, kid,” she said.

“She's Nurse Valiant, by the way,” said the stocky nurse with a smile, “and I'm Nurse Griffon.  If you don't mind, I'll clean you up and get you some pants.”

“Right.” And she almost immediately made the mistake of sitting down quickly.

Focusing on her breathing in an attempt to forget the pain, she laid back and did her best to submit.

“I know it can be scary waking up somewhere where you weren't in the morning,” Nurse Griffon said, “so all is forgiven for that whole trying to escape thing.  I've got to straitjacket you, it's policy.”

Milly pondered, as she slipped into her mind to forget about the chilling sensation of being wiped clean and the pain still burning her buttocks, where the exit could possibly be if not there.

When it was over and she was padded up, the nurse offered her a pair of lavender sweats.  “Not exactly what I think of when I think clothing, but I'll take it.”

“Looser softer stuff will be better for your rear end...and it gets a little cool in here at night, so...just trust me for now.  And here's some flip flops.  I'll let you get dressed before I jacket you.”

Milly nodded and forced a smile.  “Thank you.”

She didn't mean that, of course, but she could only imagine what Nurse Griffon could do if Nurse Valiant could hit that hard.

After dressing herself and putting on the offered black flip flops, she stretched her arms before offering them up.

Being bound was...comforting in a way.  It annoyed her rational mind.  Being deprived of her hands did bother her, and it hindered escape attempts.

Of course, she knew that it was also a break during which people would consider her less of a threat.  The white jackets were reserved for nonviolent patients.  Sometimes people dropped useful tidbits of information around 'helpless' patients.

“There's still a group activity going on, I think.  And even if you don't want to watched, you can just hang out in the lounge or in the garden.  You can go back to your room, too.  Your name is on the door, but...it's better to be up and about, you know?”

She nodded.  Being too alone with her thoughts was a bad thing, and she could gather more information if she spoke to somebody.

Nurse Griffon guided her back into the lobby, and then through that door she had ignored earlier.

She looked around the sky blue lounge.  It wasn't loud or very full, but two tables near the center were filled with people.  Off to one side was someone with dark hair painting.  On the other side was a pair of glass doors.

“There's a garden out there?” she asked.

“And a wall surrounding it.” The nurse didn't need to explain further to kill the hopes that a garden would come with a garden exit.

Milly sighed.  “Thank you for the clothes.”

“You're welcome.  If you need anything, feel free to ask any of us.  We'd much rather help than punish.”  Nurse Griffon patted her on the shoulder and walked away.

And so Milly surveyed the activity room, before deciding that whatever was going on at the central table would involve meeting too many people all at once...and probably sitting down.

The thought of seeing a wall she couldn't climb was not her idea of a good time, so she decided to head over to the easels.

The smack of her flip flops got the artist to turn around.

She was a pale young woman with short black hair and...black eye liner and lipstick.

Milly hadn't seen that kind of look since high school.

“Hm.  New patient.  My name's Hannah.”  Hannah turned back around.

“Milly.”  She decided to watch from a ways away so she wouldn't be hovering, but winced as she leaned up against the wall.

“New patient who already has been bent over, spanked, and tied up for her misbehavior...or did you ask nicely?”

It took Milly a few moments of staring at the river that was being painted in front of her to say, “wait, ask nicely?  For a beating?”

“Hm?”  Hannah looked at her, and then back to the painting.  “You'd think a nurse wouldn't spank a patient if they asked for it?”

“For all the things I've had to ask for at the asylum, I've never thought I would 'ask' for a punishment...and why would a nurse do it just because I asked?”

“Tell Nurse Valiant that you've been a bad girl.  Trust me on that.”

As much as she wanted to change the subject, curiosity put her brain in a stranglehold.

“Is that how you got the easels in here?” She searched her mind for anything that could count as a change of subject.

“No, those were provided.  And the paint.  I know, it's weird.” Hannah turned to her and grinned.  “You'd think with all of us nut bars in here, people would be throwing paint at each other.”

Thankful for something tame to talk about, she gestured at the painting.  “Is that the...the river that you drive over to get here?”

“Yeah.  I got some reference photos from Nurse Valiant.” She smirked.  “Landscapes are boring, but it's something to keep my skills sharp.”

“What would you rather be painting?” Milly asked.

“Portraits are better than landscapes, but...I haven't been inspired for a while.” Hannah shrugged.  “Truth be told, I'm not inspired.  I've just been painting things, because things are easy.”

“What could you even get to inspire you in this hellhole?” she asked.

“I wouldn't call it a hellhole.  Maybe I'm just crazy, though.” She shrugged.  “What makes you tick, Milly?  What gets your blood up?”

“Escaping.”

“Oh...you really are a bad girl.”  Hannah smirked.  “Better to be a bad girl than a goody two shoes like Isabella.”

“I'll have you know that I'm not insane.” She sighed.  “But escaping is the only thing I'm good at.  I almost got out before I was sent here.”

“I've got bad news for you.  People don't escape from Section Pink.  I hope you're the first, though.”  She lowered her voice.  “Maybe leave an escape tunnel for me to crawl out of.”

Milly nodded, unable to stifle a chuckle.  “I'm going exploring, then, I think.  I'll...see you for dinner?”

“Sure.”

Deciding to leave the group at the center to their own devices, she looked first at the television, where a few patients were watching...was that a centaur in a diaper being chased by a huge pink golem?

She quickly turned her attention from that acid trip of a show to the doors to the garden.

They had push bars, thankfully, and she could see someone standing out there.  A redhead in a blue dress was looking over some flowers.

Pushing out into the warmth, she looked around.

It seemed like she was the only one out here.  True to Nurse Griffon's word, a tall wall surrounded the area, though it was quite a way back from most of the garden.

“Hello,” she said to the lone gardener.

“Huh?  Oh, hi,” said the redhead, “new patient...who is already in a straitjacket?”

“Isn't part of rehabilitation learning to accept that everyone makes mistakes, and not dwell on them?”

“I suppose it is.  I'm Isabella.” She looked back to her flowers.

“Milly.  I guess gardening is how you keep yourself sane here?”

“It's more comforting than group activities like the card game we're playing today.” She nodded.  “I'd welcome you to join me, but perhaps you'd find more comfort watching television, given your current state?”

“That show they're watching is way too weird for me.” Milly shook her head.  “I'm going to look at the flowers.  Can you say something to me if you're going inside?  I can't do doors right now.”

She sighed. “I can do that, Milly.  Please be careful to not step on any.”

With that said, Milly turned away from Isabella and went to the nearest section of wall to survey it.  She didn't have to touch it to recognize that it was concrete, and she couldn't see wire on it from the ground but she had a feeling that anyone who climbed it would have to worry about the jump down far more.

The sheer surface, combined with nothing up top to anchor a rope to, would make for a fearsome obstacle.

Never mind that rope was probably not in the asylum, or contraband that Nurse Valiant would smuggle...

The thought made her ache a little bit.  How long would it take for her to feel comfortable enough with spanking to trade her...services for contraband?

And, more embarrassingly, it made her think of Hannah bent over getting spanked.

The thought quickly vanished from her mind when she shook her head, but her body shuddered.

Another reminder that she needed to get out of here.  Spanking never aroused her before.  It really shouldn't now...

A proper survey of the garden revealed sunflowers, morning glories, many flowers she didn't recognize, some tomato plants, and precisely zero vulnerabilities in the outer wall.

Worse, it was so tall that she couldn't see what was on the other side.  It would be her luck today to climb that wall and then find out there was another wall on the other side.

“Hey, new patient,” spoke a soft voice, right before someone grabbed the back of her straitjacket, “Henrietta sends her regards.”

Terror squeezed tight on her chest, and she screamed.  Pitching forward, then left and right, she found that her assailant's grip was steel.

Suddenly, she was pulled around and shoved toward the doors.

All but carried back into the lounge, she was a little thankful to only be pushed into a chair rather than up against a wall.

A woman with wild lime green hair sat down in front of her. “You're going to eat.  You're going to be thankful that I'm only punishing you in line with the facility guidelines.”

She took the woman in.  She was dressed in a low cut white dress, just like the other two, and the ID badge on her uniform even had her green hair on display.

Dread held her tightly as she realized that this wasn't just an escaped patient!

“What are you puni-”  A spoonful of applesauce was shoved into her mouth.

“Less talk, more eating.  You assaulted a staff member during your little escape, remember?” said her captor.

Milly took a deep breath after swallowing.  She saw a tray of food before her, thankfully with only chicken nuggets left over.

“And hear this, if you hear nothing else: I'm going to make sure you're rehabilitated if I have to drag you through this.”

It sounded far more like a threat than a promise.

That said, her pride demanded that she answer the assertions, “I didn't hurt her in the slightest.  It's not much of an assault if you don't hurt anyone.”

“Oh!” The woman's face widened with surprise.  “You didn't use force!  Of course you didn't, she laid down and put the restraints on herself, and she didn't at any point say 'I don't want to be tied up' or act like maybe you should be a good patient and let her go.”

She leaned across the table, her voice shifting to a low growl.  “That woman is my friend, and she quit her job here because of you.  Believe me when I say that I'll be punishing you for her.”

The rest of the meal, and the bottle of water that she was given a fair few sips from, went by pretty quickly...all told.

Perhaps it was because she retreated into her mind, letting herself be fed.  Or, perhaps, it was because of the utter silence of the woman across from her.

Milly expected more comments and diatribes from her new enemy.  Even people who liked her usually had a lecture or two, and this woman was probably about as close to hate as someone could get without throwing hands.

A stomach cramp drew her out of her thoughts.

She wasn't sure if she grimaced because of that or because of the woman sitting across from her.

But she saw that woman's lips curl upward into a smirk.

The slight burning and the sudden pressure told her just what and why she had really been fed.

Had so much time passed that such a drug could already be kicking in?

“Go ahead.  Stand up.  Let yourself go.”

Milly had been dosed before (admittedly by far more ethical individuals than the one in front of her);  she knew there was no fighting it, really.

But she had her pride.

So she stared down the nurse and said, “when I get out of here, I'm keying your car.”

She laughed.  “Write your address on my crap car.  I'll send you some photos of you being spanked.”

She wanted to sink inside of herself, or even just to try to leave.

But with the pain in her abdomen, she stood no chance of getting very far.  And she certainly wouldn't be able to avail herself avoid what was coming with no hands to undress herself.

At last, Milly couldn't resist any longer.  She lifted up off of the chair and groaned. Wincing, she forced it out.  Her legs quivered as her diaper seemed to fill, but she leaned forward to keep herself from falling back onto her butt.

Though avoiding having the goop mushed did little to make her feel better.  The mess practically stuck to her.  It wasn't everywhere, yet, and she wanted to just ask for a change and get it over with.

She had a feeling that she could not expect mercy.

“Something wrong?” the nurse said with a friendly smile.

“You know what's wrong.  That food shouldn't have had-”

“Yes, it should have.   You've clearly gotten irregular as part of starving yourself for your escape attempts.” The nurse came around the table and eased her back down onto her chair.

She groaned, in equal parts disgust and pain.  She had gotten a little used to the ache, but...the addition of pressure and her poop didn't help things much.  It was getting everywhere, and she shivered in disgust.

At that point, she thought it couldn't get any worse.  “You still work here.  I need a change.”

“Of course I can do that.” The nurse took her hand and guided her into a side room.  “I love to help patients, no matter how much they make trouble for the rest of us.”

Though this one was far less rough than Nurse Valiant had been, she knew that that would change in an instant if she fought back.

Anything to get herself clean, anything to return to dignity, and anything to get away from this woman as soon as possible.

Her thoughts swarmed around in a maelstrom of disdain for this woman and regret for her failed escape, and the cleaning seemed to take forever.

Poop really had gotten everywhere.  It was a surprise she hadn't leaked...and she was thankful that it didn't give this horrible woman something else to punish her for.

At last, it was finished, and she was taped into fresh padding before being hauled up.

“Come along,” said the smiling nurse.

As her bare feet hit the floor, she started back for her flip flops, but the nurse grabbed a hold of her jacket.

She kept her mouth shut, and added another grievance against this green haired jerk to her list of grudges.

She was led down the main hallway, with Nurse Bourbon and the rest of the staff no where to be seen, and guided to a door.

Was it the room she had come out of, she thought as they drew near.

“Now that you're all cleaned out, time for bed.” The nurse pulled the door open and pushed her inside.

She stumbled and fell onto the padded floor, and the door slammed shut before she could rise.

At last, all of the frustration she had felt to be dragged around and forced to embarrass herself boiled over, and she screamed.

She screamed at the window, she screamed at the nurse who was surely just beyond it, and she screamed at herself most of all.

Her legs thrashed, the only part of herself that she could really control.

Her voice was hoarse before she finally passed out.

Her eyes opened...and she was still in the padded room.  Despite the all too clear memories of what came before, she was too drowsy to do anything.

How long had she laid there?

She stretched her legs out, and tried to get comfortable.

For what it was worth, it was comfortable enough when she stretched out and laid back.

But it was another reminder of the indignity she suffered at this place, and she really just wanted out.

Still, if that nurse was going to be the one who got her, maybe staying in here was safer...

Consciousness ebbed away again...

And she awoke to the door opening.

This time, it was Nurse Griffon.  Either the asylum administration had some ethics and had fired that crazy green haired lady, or some God was looking out for her.

She sat up and yawned.

“Good morning, Milly.”

“Morning,” she said, wincing at how her throat ached.

“Shower time.”

“Keep me away from that green haired psycho, and I'll do whatever you want,” she said with a smile.  Truth be told, she needed a shower...and she wanted one.

“Sure, sure.” Nurse Griffon smiled.  “Take your time.”

Milly was led down the dim hall and into a section behind a keycard lock.  It was an overly pink bathroom with a few separate toilet stalls, and then a section at the back with shower stalls.

She was guided to the first one.  “Shampoo's in the back corner, soap's in the front.”

The nurse removed her straitjacket.

Milly stretched, and then wasted no time stripping down and getting a shower.

The very experience was balm for her soul.  Warm water easing her aching arm muscles.  Her hair feeling clean for the first time in ages, and...well the body wash at least felt good on her skin.

She wasn't sure how long she spent in the shower.

At last, she finally emerged.

The nurse met her with a towel.

“Thank you, so very much.”

“Now, since you weren't officially sanctioned for that little incident you caused, I'm letting you keep the straitjacket off.” She sighed.  “I'd like to think that that whole thing should be water under the bridge, but I'm sure you aren't very happy at spending a night in the padded hotel.”

“I'd be much happier if that nurse got a transfer.”

“She's been spoken to about minding her manners, Milly,” said Nurse Griffon, “while she broke no rules in the letter of asylum policy, she's been reminded that policy is only the minimum standard of behavior.”

“What, did you have Nurse Valiant spank her or something?”

“Oh no, I would have had her break one of her legs,” said the nurse cheerfully as she grabbed a hairbrush, “but Nurse Valiant is a lover not a fighter.”

She watched the implement in her hands a little warily.  “You say that after she spanked me.”

“In any case, Nurse Lovejoy has been reminded that Nurse Bourbon, Nurse Valiant, and I can make sure she'll never work in this country again.”

Milly kept her mouth shut as the nurse came around behind her and started to brush her hair out.

“I take patient safety very seriously.” Nurse Griffon smiled.  “Once this is done, I'll diaper you, and you can get on with your day.”

For what it was worth, the Nurse was patient with her hair.  It had been quite a few days since she had given it much thought...and it surely appreciated the attention from such caring hands.

After the Nurse padded her up, they spoke some more, “it's a little before the normal time patients get up, so you can spend some time in the lounge if you want.”

“Just down the hall, to the left, right?”

“Yes.  And remember, if Nurse Lovejoy does anything else that constitutes retaliation, tell us...but I think she'll keep to herself.”

Milly nodded as she got off the changing table, and the Nurse produced some clothes for her, and some flip flops.

“Thank you, so much,” she said.

“No problem, dear.  Just behave.”

She smiled, nodded, and got dressed.

Having use of her arms back so soon, she wasn't sure she'd do something even if she wanted to.

Truth be told, she had a feeling that she needed to exercise.  Even if Nurse Lovejoy was neutralized, her desire to escape had only grown...and she'd need to be faster and tougher to get to the outside.

Though she doubted there was a gym here, she could at least do some push ups and sit ups in the lounge to get started.

So focused on her ultimate goal, she didn't pay as much attention as she should have.  She was eager to get down the hall, in the lounge, and to take some steps toward her final exit...

She probably should have noticed the lights were on.  And, if she was more wary, she might have noticed that someone was bent over the central table, with Nurse Valiant standing nearby.

Though she did shut the door quietly, despite not noticing them.

And then she heard the slap of a hand hitting flesh, and her eyes locked forward.

There came a yelp, and then a moan.

It sounded an awful lot like Hannah was the woman, bent over with her pale butt bared to the world...though it was a little red already.

Another strike, and then a longer moan.

Milly did her best to stay still, pressing her legs together.  Her padding rubbed against her, adding to the creeping sensation of excitement.

Hannah whimpered, sounding so unlike herself...

Perhaps insanity had finally claimed her, but Milly didn't see a punishment.  If anything, she saw it as a show.  Sneaking a hand up under her shirt, she rubbed herself.  She didn't dare reach below, for fear of making any more noise.

Another hit, this time Hannah groaned, and said, “please, I'm so close.”

“Is that so?” Nurse Valiant said, glancing Milly's way.

She froze, her right hand cupping a breast.

With a wink, she looked back to Hannah.  “Just from this?”

She gave her rump a gentle slap.

“Yeah.” Hannah whined.

Milly went back to rubbing herself, and even slipped her right hand down her diaper.

This really should have been too weird.  However, she was already caught, so she might as well partake.

Hannah gave another needy whimper, and Milly rubbed herself, not surprised to find herself already dripping with arousal.

It shouldn't have been happening so fast, but...as pent up as she was...

The fire rose in her as she shifted a little to keep a good view of Hannah.  She couldn't see her face, but she could see how she wiggled her cute butt in anticipation of the next strike.

Nurse Valiant had started rubbing her willing captive's pussy with her free hand as she delivered a few more spanks.

Milly gave in, rubbing herself with abandon.  Covering her mouth with her left hand, she did her best to stay quiet.

Hannah kept moaning and whimpering until, at last, she screamed out in pleasure.

Milly's legs buckled, a much weaker orgasm washing over her as the other girl shook on the table.

Nurse Valiant held her, and then gently rubbed her back and shoulders.  “Shhh, it's all right, Hannah.”

Sinking to the floor, Milly did her best to compose herself.

Thankfully, though she still wanted to enjoy herself, she was able to take her hands out of her clothing and-

“Enjoy the show?” Nurse Valiant whispered to her.

Milly didn't gasp, but only because her breath caught in her throat.

The nurse knelt beside her, clapping her on the shoulder.  “Don't worry, she likes putting shows.  And you like watching, right?”

Though she was sure that it was a dumb idea to answer, she nodded.

“I told you she thought you were cute, Hannah!” Nurse Valiant said.

That got the gasp out of Milly...but she couldn't really object.

The artist was cute, in her own way.

Hannah collected herself and stepped out of the pants around her ankles, and came over.

“You...knew?”

“I knew someone would be coming.  Didn't know it would be you.” Hannah's voice was faint, though certainly not as shrill as it had been earlier.

“You...what?”

“I said it earlier, but I mean it now: welcome to Section Pink,” Nurse Valiant said with a laugh and an slim smile, “still got an hour before anyone will be up and about.  I recommend you two make the most of it...and don't make a mess.”

With that, Nurse Valiant departed.

“I have so many questions,” Milly said.

“And I'll answer them all, but...if you don't mind, could you give me a kiss?” Hannah looked her in the eye.

Her heart pounded, but her head moved on its own.  It was a nervous, light peck on the lips.  It seemed so inadequate after what she had seen, but...it was all she could do.

“Wow...I thought the nurse was messing with me...” Hannah smiled and put a hand on her hip.  “So you really liked what you saw.”

“Well, yeah...but...I mean.” Her tongue didn't want to cooperate.

“You've not done anything with girls before, I get it.  We'll take it slow.” Hannah gave her a little kiss on the cheek.

Truth be told, she hadn't done anything with anyone, but...she'd not object to Hannah kissing her and making excuses for her!

“I don't know if it's healthy to have a friend with benefits on the inside, but you said you weren't crazy earlier anyway.”

“I'm not.” She knew it wasn't meant as an insult, but she had to insist on it...even if she was sure that she was a little crazy.

She had just gotten off to a spanking...and she wasn't sure if she would enjoy being in the hot seat, either...

“Then you're probably good for me anyway.” Hannah smirked.  “Who knows...maybe you'll get us out of here.”

“I could always use a partner in crime,” Milly said, wondering if this was just flirting or genuine conspiracy.

“All right, let's go dressed and see if the cafeteria will serve a little early.  I'm starving.” Hannah grabbed her diaper and her pants, and did a passable job at redressing herself.

“I'd like that.  Breakfast to make up for missing dinner with you.” Milly took her hand, and they walked out of the room.

Maybe it wouldn't be any more than a fling to pass the dreary asylum days...but her hope filled heart didn't let those thoughts linger as they strode off into the future together.