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Andy
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Date Posted: Sunday, August 21, 2011, 09:15: pm
RJ,
I’ll try to satisfy your curiosity: I think this is the reason why we’re writing on this board…after all, this is not the kind of topic one could easily talk about in real life, is it? ;)
First of all, just to give you the exact chronological collocation of those events, I was born in 1980 in Italy (so I’m 30 years old, almost 31).
For what concerns my father, he was not particularly involved in administering suppositories: surely he knew about our “special punishments” though he neither encouraged nor discouraged them.
I remember, when I was a little kid, sometimes he actually helped mum to undress me during “suppository times”, but always in a gently way, trying to convince me that the medicine would help me to feel better, but he never took part in a punishment session, as far as I can remember.
I don’t think he used suppositories or enemas at all. My grandmother (his mother) told me that she used to give him castor oil when he was a child and he really hated that stuff: actually I believe he wasn’t particularly fond of forced bowel movements in any way.
Regarding the frequency of the administration, we must distinguish punishment suppositories from the “regular” ones.
I can estimate I received that kind of punishment about once / twice a month during my childhood: normally that was the longest period I was able to spend without doing something “bad” or arguing with mum.
On the other hand, I was given “a little help” with making poop a lot more often than that.
In fact, suppositories were not properly used by mum in order to cure a real constipation: more simply, when she decided it was toilet time, then it was suppository time for me.
She strongly believed that “being regular” meant having a bowel movement every single day, and glycerine suppositories administration represented a very useful timesaving procedure.
So I can say that every week I was given at least two (or more often three) suppositories: about every couple of days, it occurred I wasn’t able to go to the bathroom quickly when I was requested, so the suppositories jar instantly appeared.
Although, in certain periods, it also happened that suppositories were given for days and days in a row… and this is quite normal if you think, because if you are accustomed to evacuate only after a rectal stimulation, it becomes harder to have spontaneous bowel movements… so it was a kind of neverending circle: mum gave me suppositories because I didn’t “go” by myself and I couldn’t go easily because I was always given suppositories.
That particular state of things changed during the years: while I was growing up, mum started to concede me more “independence” in my evacuations… firstly, she stopped cleaning me after I’d “done”, then she stopped checking the result of my production any time I went to the bathroom.
So, in a progressive way, suppositories slowly disappeared, there wasn’t a sudden “interruption”.
Coming to your other questions, I think I developed an “obsession” with suppositories very early, though, as you can imagine, you can’t realize that since you grew old enough.
When you’re a little child, fear and irritation usually prevail over the other feelings, but deep inside there is also a sort of excitement. And yes, I actually sneaked some suppositories while growing up (even if I wasn’t very able to insert them, so I quitted doing that), and I also checked medicine cabinets in my relatives houses in order to find out if they had glycerine suppositories (usually they had).
I also remember a particular occasion when I was asked by a friend of mine (a girl) if my mother gave me suppositories and if I usually complained about that: since I was too embarrassed to admit it, I replied we never used suppositories, even if I was very fascinated by the idea that she was given suppositories too.
Finally, in order to answer your final questions, I would say that my family was basically normal and happy: our parents always gave us everything we need and we always felt loved and protected.
After all, 20-30 years ago corporal punishment were not the big deal they are nowadays…though times fortunately change and I’d never use such a punishment with a child, never in my life.
And I don’t think my sexual life could be more pleasant…you know, what a hundred years ago was called a “perversion” and caused sense of guilt is now turned into “fetishism” and if you can rationalize it and enjoy it without being obsessed, it will just add more “spice” (though I never shared my particular suppositories fetishism with any of my girlfriends, it’s just one of my “fantasies” which I like to cultivate in private).
Jeez, I’m finally done.
It’s been very hard for me…not talking about this topics, but writing all this stuff in a correct English (well, I hope my English is good enough, anyway…).
A.
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