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Subject: {ASSM} ENEMA FORCED
Date: Sat, 24 Jun 2000 10:10:04 -0400
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ENEMA FORCED: "Please dont make me!" (FFM/f, noncon)
I was only 8 or 9.
Aunt Barbara walked in with Auntie Joan and Uncle Bob (to hold me down) and
said "You need an enema honey, its for your own
good, youll feel better and your headache will go away, and your tummy will
feel better too." Her big red lips were smiling. I felt so paranoid.
What could I do? No matter how I moved, I couldnt move off the bed. Everyone
was smiling and this just made things worse. I lay with Bob holding my feet up
high, my bottom expossed, my head in auntie Joans lap, and Auntie Barbara
preparing a solution in the bathroom.I could see her.
Barbara put her finger on my anus and rubbed in a circle around it, having
carefully lubed that finger with some kind of oil.I felt my bottom relax a
little, then she slowly and carefully slid her finger inside my rectum as deep
as she could, apparently, and wiggled it around. It felt good. But what was
she doing this for?I giggled a little and said, "This is embarrassing." Then I
saw the red bag and started screaming, "No Barbie, No Joan. No no. My mommie
promised I didnt have to have the red bag anymore, Im a big girl."
"Well honey. if youre going to spend the summer with me, I have to take care of
you so take a deep breath and relax your bottom for me." Slowly the enema tip
went in. It didnt really hurt. but it was humiliating. I felt big tears going
down my cheeks. The water went in slowly and Auntie Barbara rubbed my tummy to
make me feel better. I think about a quart went in is all. Then she clamped it
off and made me wait 15 minutes. By then I had cryed myself into utter
exhaustion and way lying there like a meek little lamb, just sniffling a little
from time to time.
She took me by the hand to the toilet and told me to let the water run out. I
did. And she was right, I did feel better as soon as this whole episode was
over. She gave me two more enemas that summer that I stayed with her. Each
time was a battle. But I always felt better after wards. Now as an adult I look
forward to getting an enema. Thanks Auntie Barbara, and Auntie Joan.
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