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>>OOPS, sorry, didn't read the title of the thread. For >women, I"ll move it if I can > >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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