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Enemas with my Aunt

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Well I thought this was hot and would love to see more !!!

there is something about a young male getting his ass violated ,,,,
remeber if you do not like what others are posting then move on!!

But for me this was nice !!


scott ( wrote:

: My interest in enemas is a very deep seated one that goes
: back deep into childhood. Both my parents worked, so it
: was my aunt who raised me mostly. I got my first enema
: from mu aunt when I was about 7. Previously I had
: received about 1 or 2 from my mother when I was 4, so I
: knew what an enema was, and I hated the thought of it.
: These were always very messy affairs with me as a child
: fighting tooth and nail to expell the solution as soon as
: the water started coming into my behind.

: One day I was home from school sick, and I remember my
: aunt calling my mother at work, telling her that she
: thought an enema would do me good. My mother gave her
: approval, and the next thing I knew I was being taken
: into the bathroom, where the red bag was already filled
: and hanging from the shower curtain. I tried to run out,
: only to be brought back in, stripped totally, and taken
: over her knee. I protested and started to cry, all to no
: avail. When I tried to clench my buttocks together, I
: got a few harsh swats on the bare ass, and then had a
: lubricated finger rudely thrust deep inside me, where it
: was left until I promised to behave, and relax my
: sphincter. Between sobs, I was given the enema, and was
: forced to hold it by having the finger re-inserted in me
: to act as a plug. I was embarassed as hell, but this was
: to set the precedent for the years to come.

: When my mother came home from work she asked my aunt how
: my treatment went, expecting to hear that I had raised
: holy hell and would not consent to having this done to
: me. My aunt calmly told her that it takes a certain
: knack to give an enema to a child, and most times
: children behave much better when their parents are not
: around. Furthermore, since the enema administration went
: relatively easy (from her perspective, not mine) she told
: my mother that a regular enema would do me a world of
: good, because I was particularly a finicky eater, and to
: have my aunt put it: "After all, little boys get so
: caught up in their playing, that they forget when they
: have to go potty, and that leads to all sorts of
: problems." Having sufferred from bouts of constipation
: in the past my mother believed in the rationale of this.
: My mother was relieved to hear that everything went well,
: and I guess was happy that there was someone to perform
: this distasteful but necessary task. As a result my aunt
: was given carte blanche to oversee my 'potty training',
: as she would like to put it, until I was a teenager. As
: for myself, I had no say in the matter. At this point, I
: was too ashamed at what had happened to me to say
: anything; besides if my aunt told that I had resisted
: and carried on I would get an even stronger whipping from
: father when he came home because I was bad.

: Whenever I was sick, the standard routine was to have my
: temperature taken rectally (always rectally, until I was
: 16), and then to receive an enema in the morning. If I
: had a temperature I would also have an enema at night as
: well. Most of the times I would cry or protest
: (sometimes to the point of throwing a tantrum), but to no
: avail. If I would carry on too much I would receive a
: severe bare bottom spanking with a paddle, and then
: usually get extra soap or more solution to hold longer.
: It would be a favorite expression of my aunt that if I
: continued to carry on she would turn my heinie as red as
: the enema bag was - and get a double enema as well, and
: their were times that she did. I remember one time I
: decided to resist with all my will. My bottom was so
: sore after my spanking that it was painful to sit on the
: toilet to expell the enema that had finally been forced
: into me.

: My aunt would always be around to supervise me when I
: went 'potty', much to my embarassement. If she felt I
: didn't do enough, then she would start refilling the bag,
: while I was still sitting on the toilet, because "we have
: to get out all the bad stuff that makes you sick now."
: After the final enema was expelled, most of the times I
: would have to undergo a digital exam to ensure that I was
: cleaned out.

: Enemas were also given for reasons other than sickness:
: if I would eat too much candy during the afternoon and
: wouldn't eat my vegetables (I was a very finicky eater as
: a kid), I would get an enema; or if we were going on a
: trip (say to Fla. by car) I would get an enema in the
: morning, to clean me out.
: Other times a suppository would suffice. Usually I would
: get an enema at least once or perhaps twice a month.
: Most times they were given on a Friday afternoon when I
: would come home from school. I would know I would get it
: when I would see that the enema bag had been left out in
: the bathroom. I would be sent to me room and told to
: undress down to my underpants and wait for her to come to
: my room.

: It was always my aunt who would give me the enemas. She
: took on the role of a stern English governess who had
: taken it upon her to reform her naughty charge and
: 'remove the toxins' from his body, before they could
: cause harm. Now I realize that she would get turned on
: by having me so under her control. She had complete
: control over me, including the power to spank and whip
: when necessary - which she was not loath to do. Ususally
: after a spanking I would have to stand in the corner,
: with my bare bottom exposed for about 30 minutes, for all
: to see. I remember once I was about 10, and was doing my
: 'corner time', when a neighbor came by. I tried to run,
: and was told that if I moved I would be spanked again, in
: front of out neighbor. I had to stand in the corned with
: my bare behind during her entire 15 minute visit. She
: made the comment, to my aunt, that little boys are always
: getting into mischief, and a firm hand is the best thing
: for them.

: The most vivid memory I have happened when I was about 13
: or so. My parents went away on vacation and I was left
: home with my aunt. I played hooky from school one day,
: thinking I could get away with it. Naturally the school
: called up my aunt to find out what happened to me. When
: she found out, and confronted me later that day, I used
: the excuse of not feeling well to avoid a terrible
: spanking (always given bare bottom, over the knee with a
: paddle), which I would have gotten from her, and then
: again with repeated intensity from both my father and
: from my mother when they got home.

: She told me to go to my room and get ready for bed. I
: thought that she would give me some Pepto Bismo or
: something like that, trying to supress the idea that I
: might be given an enema. Well about 40 minutes later she
: comes up with a bulging enema bag, rubber gloves, KY, a
: paddle, and a bed pan. I started to cringe immediately.
: The paddle was there, I was told, in case I would not
: co-operate totally. I was stripped totally, and first
: had my temperature taken. Then I had to assume the
: knee/chest position on my bed, while a finger was
: inserted in me to loosen me up, as she was using the
: large curved black douche nozzle. Then after a few
: minutes of having a finger moved in and out of my behind,
: she inserted the nozzle, and I got the enema. She would
: turn it on and off as I got cramps, and then re-inserted
: her finger to make me hold it in. Finally she told me to
: expell it on the bedpan. I refused, (although I was
: bursting inside) saying I didn't want to. She said, do
: it or else. I still refused, saying I didn't feel the
: need to go, although I would have given anything to be
: let into the bathroom by myself. Shen went into the
: bathroom where she had a bulb syringe already filled up
: with a soapy solution. I was told, "Well, since you
: can't go potty, obviously the first enema did not work.
: Maybe this will help get things going". With that I got
: the bulb inserted and she squeezed it into me. I
: remember that she let the bulb suck some of the water out
: of me and then re-pumped it back into me a few times; I
: remember feeling totally humilated that I was being given
: an enema with my own shitty water.

: By now I was really crying like a 3 year old that I have
: to go. I started bawling "PLEASE, PLEASE LET ME GO,
: I'll Be good, I'll never play hooky agian, I Promise!!!
: Let me go to the toilet." Her only response was that
: she had "Potty trained me as a child, and can potty train
: me again even though I am 13; after all if you went
: potty when you are supposed to go, you wouldn't get those
: stomache aches and we wouldn't be doing this now!"

: Again when I said I couldn't go in the bedpan, she got
: frustrated, and went back into the bathroom, where she
: had a soap stick waiting. The stick was about 4" long,
: and about 3/4" in diameter. I guess it was part of the
: bar of soap that she had used to prepare the soapy enemas
: with. She then started to work this in and out like a
: suppository. I remember feeling a burning sensation as
: it started to foam and then melt inside me. When it
: softened up a bit she then pushed it deep inside me until
: her finger was buried deep in my behinf up to her
: knuckle. After about two minutes or so I couldn't take
: it any longer, as I felt my bottom was on fire, and I sat
: on the bedpan and explosivley expelled the enema held
: within me. She had finally gotten her
: way...............and potty trained me like a naughty 3
: year old............

: I was then told that to prevent any re-occurance of my
: sickness I would get an enema for the next 3 days before
: going to bed.

: I got enemas until I was about 16 1/2. I know I didn't
: get any in college. I guess I was too big at that time
: to whip as well, since my last spanking was when I was
: about 16.

: So from this narrative, which I hope you enjoyed, you can
: get a little into my head and understand what turns me
: on. Needless to say I like to play the part of the
: naughty boy who is going to be disciplined for some
: misdeed (playing hooky?), by being given an enema as well
: as being spanked. I like the feeling of a gloved finger
: up my behind, as I am being lubricated for the onslaught
: of a large enema nozzle (I have several nice ones).

: If you find this interests you, please give drop me some
: mail!

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