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Subject: True story of childhood RT taking Author: Bryan [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: Sunday, January 16, 2011, 08:34: pm True story. Facts haven't been changed. Dialogue not exact since this happened in the mid 1950's (long long time ago) Bryan was home from school with a cold, mild sore throat. He was in 5th grade. His Aunt Marge was visiting. Bryan is down in the living room laying on the sofa watching a cowboy TV show (Yes they were popular in the 50's) He was wearing his Davy Crockett PJ's (His hero--Walt Disney & Fess Parker). Bryan had a blanket over him. "Bryan, come upsriars" he heard his mom call. "What do you want," Bryan yelled "Come up, I need to take your temperature" "I'm watching TV mom" "I said get up here" she yelled "Can you come down here?" When Bryan didn't hear his mom again, he went back to watching TV. Bryan soon saw his mom coming down the stairs. Aunt Marge was coming down behind her. "I told you you get upstairs." his mom told him "I'm watching TV mom!" Just then, Bryan saw mom holding a towel. He saw Aunt Marge holding a thermometer and vaseline jar. Suddently it dawned on Bryan what was going to happen. "get up!" his mom ordered. "I don't need that!" Bryan pleaded. "I said Get up" she ordered as she too took away the blanket. Bryan got up. Mom sat down in the middle of the sofa and put the towel over her lap. "Pull your pant down and lay on the towel," she ordered. Bryan just stood in front of his mom and pleaded but it didn't do any good. Bryan's mom turned him around and pulled his PJ bottom down to his ankles. Bryan was embarrassed when Aunt Marge saw his naked front. "Now lay on the towel or you'll get a spanking" Relunctantly, Bryan laid facedown on the towel, his behind on mom's lap. He turned his head and saw Aunt marge give the thermometer and vaseline to his mom. It felt a long time laying on his mom's lap before he felt his moms hand spreading his butt cheeks and a coolness slide into him. He laid there for several minutes. Mom and Aunt Marge staying silent. "Have you been on the toilet today," Mom asked him. "yes," Bryan replied. "Doing a BM," she asked. Bryan didn't answered. "Did you do one," she asked "and don't lie." "No," Bryan told him. Bryan felt the RT slide out. He waited for a minute or so until he was told to get up. As he was pulling his PJ's up, his mom told him to go sit on the toilet. She told him, "If you don't do anything in 30 minutes, you know what'll happen" Well I didn't do anything and I soon found myself laying bare butt naked over the toilet stool while mom gave me her standard bulb enema. Naturally, I wasn't too fond of it. I usually squirmed and kicked my legs but this time Aunt Marge was holding my ankles so I couldn't kick my legs. Very embarrassing. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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[> Subject: Re: True story of childhood RT taking Author: Tom [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: Sunday, January 16, 2011, 09:10: pm Growing up,whenever one of us was sick as a child,we were often confined to the living room sofa.I recall being very young with a cold.In the early 1960's mom stayed home to raise us.On this day,I was watching T.V in my pajamas on the sofa when mom came in with the thermometer and petroleum jelly and said she wanted to take my temperature."You can still watch T.V.while I take it-just turn over for me.Rectal temperatures were the norm back then and I always liked them anyway.I turned over on my tummy and rested my head on the pillow and looked at the T.V as mom had me "lift up" and pulled down my pajama bottoms and underpants at the same time.I heard the "shaking down" of the rectal thermometer with it's "whip-like" sound.Mom dipped the thermometer into the jar and then bent over me.I felt her thumb and forefinger on my buttocks.Moments later,my buttocks were spread wide and the cold thermometer slid up my feverish rectum.I tried to ignore the sensations of the thermometer in my tingling bottom -but it was impossible.I could not even keep my mind on the T.V. show as mom timed off three minutes before she withdrew the thermometer,wiped it with a tissue and noted my temperature before pulling up my underpants and pajamas.I lay there with a very greasy rear end. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]