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>This reminded me of a few times in my childhood. I had >a thing for the rectal thermometer and would sometimes >sneak it from the bathroom back to my bedroom for some >private play. > >I was caught by my stepmother at about age 7. She >theatened to give me a 'quart enema' if I were to be >caught again. I remember sizing up quart jars and >thinking "That's a lot" > >i was again caught at about age 12. This time playing >doctor with a young friend. I was lying nude on the >bed on my stomach, rectal thermometer protruding from >me as she walked in the room surprising and scaring me. > >A moment later my friend came in the room, also nude, >and carrying a filled douche bulb intended to be a >warm up for the enema bag that was hanging in the >bathroom which he was planning on using on me as well. > >my stepmother told me not to move and for my friend to >lie beside me, for as soon as she returned from a >phone call to his mother, she would be cleaning both >of us out 'seriously' > >I found that the ominous 'quart enema' was no longer >valid. Instead I received the full capacity, with too >much soap and hung too high. I couldn't begin to >finish the bag, she kept trying telling me the >'punishment ' wasn't over until I could take AND hold >a full bag for 15 min. Then she would send me to the >shower but often return to force several bulbs from >the douche into my behind, as I was bent over and >trying not to spill. > >For the next two weeks, as soon as I came home from >school down to the basement we'd go for another 3-4 >tries. It wasn't fun. > >I

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