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] Date Posted:Tuesday, August 14, 2012, 06:04: am
I can't even remember the reason why I did. Perhaps it was to prove to myself that I wasn't the only person in the world subjected to this barbaric homeopathy form of medicine. My mom and I was visiting her younger sister Regina. Regina had just completed AA and was celebrating. My Mom was there since the rest of the family felt it was the dumbest thing to attend. I being in agreement. To commemorate the event. Regina dyed her hair blue and painted her finger nails white and her toe nails red. She looked like a demented American flag. Mom and Regina were in the kitchen comparing their worthless husbands. Mom was drinking wine in front of Regina. Sort of like throwing gas on a fire. Regina was drinking Yak urine. Oh I forgot to tell you she was a health food addict. Except I'm not sure how healthy Yak urine was. I mean if the Yak didn't want it. Why would anyone else. I was wandering around in my Uncle Owen's den looking at his prized Rubber band collection and his yet more coveted ball point pen spring collection. He had the springs in individual plastic bags marked with the type of pen and where he found it. With these two collections added to the other assets of Uncle Owen. I felt he should win the Worthless Husband award. My adventures eventually took me away from the den and down the hallway. I could still hear Mom and Regina cackling about something to do with playtex girdles as I ended up in front of the main bathroom. As I entered the bathroom. I quickly had this butterflys in the stomach feeling. I can really explain why. But I think the source was from an oddly placed kitchen chair next to the bath tub just under the curtain rod. A similar scene from my own bathroom when I am over my mom's lap getting an enema, while she sits in one of our kitchen chairs. My mind was racing. Could my aunt actually be giving enemas to her kids? My mom sure is pro-enema. Probably inherited from her mom. Why wouldn't Regina inherit the same. I set out to find the enema stuff. I first opened the cupboards under the sink. Nothing there. I opened the drawers of the vanity. Nothing. Not even a slightly used nozzle. But there were still plenty of cupboard to open. The next set of cupboards were above the sink vanity. I discovered in this cupboard a jar a vaseline along with a rectal thermometer. Upon careful examination. The bulb of the rectal thermometer had a residue of dried vaseline coating it. This discovery fueled me to another discovery. As I opened the jar of vaseline. I noticed small holes were the thermometer was obviously dipped in and a larger, finger sized hole. Where a large portion of vaseline was scooped out. Apparently to lubricate a larger object. Such as an enema nozzle. Armed with this information. I was sure to discover enema stuff. The next cupboard had two large doors on it. I opened one door at a time. The first door yielded disappointment. All that I discovered was some towels and my Uncle's dirty underwear. But the second cupboard...Was opened to a cornucopia of enema paraphernalia. Several hot water bottles, hoses and different kinds of nozzles. I just wanted to pile it all of the floor and play in it like you would in a pile of leaves. But that elation was short lived as I heard.
"What are you doing Steven?" The voice belonging to Regina.
I turned around and there she was. Staring at me like I just grew warts.
"I asked you a question young man." Regina grabbed one of the hot water bottles that I was blowing up like a ballon. It looked like a pink pumpkin.
When they use the term young man. You know you are in for it.
"I was...Looking for the toilet paper." I responded hoping that my young naive age would save me.
"This is not a plaything. It's medicine." Regina tossed the hot water bottle back into the cupboard. "Perhaps I should show you what it does and that way you will realize it's no fun."
What Regina may not have known is that I am an expert on enemas and what they do. Therefore I needed to demonstration of what it can do.
"Where did you go."
Another familiar voice. My mom as she walked into the bathroom.
"Do you know what your son was doing?"
Well that was it. I was about ratted out by Benedict Regina.
"He was playing with my hot water bottle. The little sneak." Regina looked at mom as if she was communicating with her telepathically.
Mom understood and grabbed my arm. With one quick pull down of my pants. I was bare bottomed and getting my butt spanked hard as my Mom held me up in the air. Each time she spanked me I would pendulum back and worth. She punctuated each spank with the words. " How many times have I told you not to touch other people's things. How many times?" The last dozen spanks were harder than the proceeding 50. My butt was on fire. But Regina was not satisfied with mom choice of discipline.
"I think we should show him what these things are for and that way he will never touch them again." Regina pulled one of the hot water bottle out of the cupboard. She had a sly devilish smile of her face.
Mom shared to same twisted smile.
They both looked down at me with the same sickly sweet smile.
Ten minutes later. I found myself laying naked of Regina's lap. She sat on the kitchen chair in her bathroom. Mom was filling the hot water bottle with water. Every time I tried to re-adjust myself on Regina's lap. It was met with a painful slap augmented by the words. "The next one will be twice as hard."
Mom was satisfied with the filled hot water bottle. She screwed the hose into the top and attached the rectal nozzle to the hose. Then she hung up the whole thing on a shower curtain hook. The hose was grabbed by Regina who inched down the hose to the rectal nozzle. Mom held the vaseline jar and Regina dipped her finger into it. She thoroughly greased the nozzle till it glistened.
"Now you are about to find out how not fun an enema is."
"He already knows. Don't you Steven?" Mom added.
"Well he will doubly know. My enemas are infamously painful. My kids will tell you that I give the most painful enemas." Regina parted my butt cheeks. "Try not to scream to loudly when I put this nozzle in your bottom."
I wasn't sure if she was kidding or not. One thing I did know that I wasn't going to nominate Regina for any Mother of the year awards.
"Ommmmpphhhh" I felt the enema nozzle slide slowly into my bottom. It wasn't painful at all. In fact quite pleasant.
"That was the easy part. Now comes the very very painful part. The water." Regina cackled along.
I felt the water flowing. Still now painful. In fact the water temperature was perfect. Not to hot or cold. But the weird part was my mom filled the hot water bottle and it was either to cold or hot when she gave me enemas.
"How does that feel now Steven. Does it feel fun?" Regina was still trying t convince me that her enemas were worse than the Spanish Inquisition. However they felt comfortable and pleasant. I could actually do this all day.
I bet your stomach is bursting about now. The pain so intense it's driving you mad," Regina continued her ranting.
Actually there was no pain. Just a few slight cramps. Nothing unusual. But certainly not the pain Regina was describing.
I heard the enema bag gurgle signaling that it was empty.
"Now Steven you are about to experience the most painful aspect to my enema. The holding. All of that water pressing on your insides. The cramps squeezing your stomach to a gnaw wretching conclusion."
Gnaw wretching? I don't even know what that means. But I will say that I was starting to cramp up and knew that Regina wouldn't let me go until I was writhing in pain across her lap. Not until my body was wracked in absolute agony.
"Regina. I have to go."
"Ok." Regina helped me down without another word said.
I jumped onto the toilet and poured out about three quarts of water. Satisfied that no more water was coming out. I stood up.
"Now do you still think this a a fun toy"?" Regina was taking down the empty hot water bottle.
