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Graham to Mike
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Date Posted: Sunday, July 01, 2012, 02:30: am
The clearest recollection of my dad 'dealing' with me, was one time at my grandparents house, I must have been about 4 or 5ish. I had been holding back, as was usual and he happened to come along and capture me. Often times in a similar situation, he would have picked me up and carried me off to find mum to get those supps administered. This particular day he took me to the bedroom picked up my ever hated, yet ever present jar of supps and took me into the room where everyone was sitting talking and watching tv (my gran and grandad had a colour tv, gotten especially to watch the moon landings in 69?). Right there and then in front of everyone he removed my pants and undies and stuck a suppository in me and then sat me back on his lap. I remember having to sit with him (probably grizzling and crying and trying to get away), all the while the pressure growing inside with me needing to poo. He made me stay there with him and poo my pants big time, earning me a spanking (and boy could he spank hard). All done in the presence of my mum, grandparents and although I can't remember but likely in the presence of my 2 aunts, who were always around.
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