Perverts 'R' Us

Seth's After Dinner Trials

By Grade School Nurse ( M+, voy/F, enem/b )

Water in at One End, Tears Out the Other

Corona, Queens New York

Diprboy,

My next door neighbors have a three-year-old son whose mommy still puts him in diapers before giving him his enema. They just moved up here about a year ago from Georgia and they got into the habit of leaving their hallway door halfway open, which made it impossible for me to avoid hearing Seth's bawling when Beth got his enema ready. By the time she was giving it to him the door was closed but I could still hear the shrieking from my bedroom.

After a very short time it got to be pretty obvious that Douglass and Beth wanted me to hear all the commotion and all the more so when a couple of times I would ask Doug what was going on and he just grinned and said Beth was "taking care of some business" with Seth. Then one day I finally mustered up enough courage to stop Beth in the hall and hand her a package wrapped in brown paper. I told her it was a little present for Seth.

Five minutes later she was ringing my doorbell and was all atwitter with how lovely it was for me to do that and said she would call her husband right away and tell him and she would rewrap the package and open it that night after he got home. He insisted that little Seth had to have his temperature taken every night before bed and be given an enema, even if it was mostly just a few squirts of lukewarm water.

Seth's daddy also insisted that Beth put Seth in diapers every night at his bedtime around 8:00 and there was only one thing that took precedence in his mind to Monday Night Football or the Super Bowl and that was Seth's enemas. If necessary, he will put the Giants game on tape.

Just to give you an idea who we are talking about here Beth is an R.N. and a real beauty of a Southern Belle with a fair round face, big dark eyes and long, raven tresses. Best of all, though, she has vital statistics of 38-28-40, and Doug sure loves the top and especially the bottom dimension. Doug is at least a foot shorter than Beth and the spitting image of George Stephanopoulos. He's a security foreman. Seth is a dark-haired version of McCauley Culkin and "all boy," by which I mean he is afraid of nothing in the world except his mommy's old fashioned deluxe hardwood oval faced smooth-backed Brava hairbrush and her 1935 model Sears Roebuck red rubber bulb type enema syringe.

Doug came over that night about a quarter to eight and asked me over. He winked at me on the way down the hall and said he sure did appreciate what I gave Beth that afternoon and had her rewrap it so she could unwrap it in front of Seth.

We went right into Seth's bedroom. He was laying face-down on his bed propped up on a big pillow, wearing his oversize white flannel diapers. His rosy cheeks were tear-stained and he was whimpering and when he saw me come in he let out a pitiful shriek. On the bedside table were the usual implements with the exception of one: a large chipped white enamel tray covered with a white linen napkin, a quart size flask of steaming water with a cake of Nurseaid melting at the bottom, a blue glass with etched liquid measures holding three or four thermometers, a large opened jar of Vaseline, and a box of cotton. The missing element in the familiar picture was in the brown paper wrapped box.

Two straight-backed chairs were placed to half right angles of Seth's bed. Doug sat down on one of them as if he was used to it and gestured to me to take the other one. The Venetian blinds were drawn shut behind the heavy draw curtains with brown teddy bears on a red and yellow background. I looked up at the ceiling. It was acoustic tiled and the old lady downstairs was stone deaf.

Doug leaned forward on his chair grinning from ear to ear, winked at me, and said to Seth, "Mommy says you screwed up today, buddy. You know what happens then, don't ya?"

Beth had set a maple stepstool next to Seth's bed and sat down. She picked up a thermometer, wiped it off with a pinch of cotton dipped in alcohol, and shook it down. She told Seth to open his mouth and put it in. Doug was giggling and said in a half-whisper, "Just phase 1, Fred. You might say this is the top of the inning, and look at him bawl. But wait 'til she gets to Phase 2, or the "bottom" of the inning! That is real nice!"

Beth tousles Seth's hair and whispered in his ear while waiting for the reading. She left the thermometer in his mouth for about five minutes, and then she tells him to let go and takes it out. She held it up to the light, smiled grimly, and shook her head. Doug was shifting up and down on the edge of his seat by now and punching me in the biceps, saying, "Aw, wow, man! Looks to me like she don't like what she sees! Aw, wow, maybe she's gonna put it somewhere else and get a better reading! More accurate, ya know! Now ain't that just like a woman! Aw, wow, she sure knows just what she's doing where little Seth comes in, huh, buddy? Just leave it to a boy's mommy to know just where to put it!"

Beth bent down and grabbed Seth's loose-fitting diapers at the waist and hauled them slowly down to the dimpled crease at the back of his knees. She plumped up the pillow, arching his lovely plump-cheeked buttocks. Seth let out an ear-splitting shriek. Doug was sitting on the edge of his chair with his middle fingers in his mouth. He let out a long, loud shrill blast of a whistle. He started clapping his hands and yelling, "Aw, man oh man, look at that nice big bare-nekit ass! Look at the big chubby girly-boy ass on that li'l boy! Awwwwww, wowee, now she's got him just where she wants him! Awwwwww, woweeeeee, I do believe she done found somewhere else to stick that other thermometer there! Awwwwww, woweeeeee!"

Beth picked up another thermometer, wiped it, and shook it down. This one had a big round silver bulb at the tip. She dipped the tip of the thermometer in the jar of Vaseline and scooped up a gob of grease. She brought her lovely long-fingered left hand up to Seth's bare buttocks and with the thumb against the curvature at the chubbiest part of the left cheek and her index finger on the cleavage of the other cheek, she delicately parted the roaring boy's alabaster-smooth, ivory-white buttocks and exposed the tight-squeezed pink anus.

She held the thermometer for a while just above the asshole and smirked like she was really enjoying what she was about. She delicately tickled the boy's immaculate pink asshole with the tip of the thermometer, daubing the Vaseline in a circular motion and barely inserting it and pulling it out. Douglass was applauding loudly and whistling and yelling, "Awwwwww, look at her! Look at her! Awwwwww, w-what's going down, buddy? Is m-mommy f-fixing to p-pump your ass? Awwwwww, w-what's g-going down? Is she n-needing to read it again at the "other end" to see for sure? Awwwwww, woweeeeee, g-go to it, darling, g-go to it! D-D-Do it! D-D-Do it! J-Just d-d-do it!"

Beth delicately spread the shrieking boy's buttocks with her left hand and with the right holding the thermometer, pointed to his asshole, and studied first Doug's face and then mine, back and forth in a number of passes. Then she slowly inserted the thermometer to halfway up the shaft. Seth shrieked and blubbered. Beth wiped his face and nose with a white terrycloth hand towel. Doug was pointing to the thermometer snugly stuffed up little Seth's asshole and hooting and hollering and laughing his head off.

Beth sat back on her stool with her nurse's wristwatch in her hand and timed the procedure. Doug and I were on the edge of our seats. After five minutes she pulled out the thermometer to Doug's wild cheering, examined it, and shook her head. Doug was shouting, "Awwwwww, I d-don't think she likes what she sees, buddy! I think she's gonna p-put it right back in there again! Awwwwww, woweeeeee, d-d-do it, darling, j-just d-d-do it!"

Beth grinned and pointed to the fleshy curves of the boy's well-arched naked deep cleft buttocks, framed by his tucked-up nightshirt up above, and the lowered diapers down below. She wiped the thermometer and dipped it into the Vaseline. She parted his butt cheeks again and slowly reinserted the thermometer. Seth was staring through tear-filled eyes back and forth behind him from me to Doug and shrieking, "N-N-N-Noooooooo! M-M-M-Mommy! N-N-N-Noooooooo!." Doug was sitting on the edge of his seat, staring with mouth agape, and cheering Beth on, "Yes! Yes! Yes! D-D-D-Do it! J-Just d-d-d-do it!"

All the while Seth had been eyeing the bedside table as if he thought something was missing. Well, it was. "Where," he kept thinking, "is the ... the ... well, mommy's pump thing?" Beth noticed his interest with delight while occupied at Doug's insistence with several extractions and reinsertions of the thermometer. Our eyes were constantly going back and forth from Seth's thermometer-stuffed naked rump to where Beth was bending over with her superbly full-fleshed, high-set, deep-cleft, big ass bulging arrogantly out under her skin-tight, white nurse's uniform, right on eye level to us.

Finally she shook that big lovely rear end over to the shelf, where she picked up the brown paper-wrapped square package. Beth picked the package up and weighed it in her hands. She brought it over to the bed. She sat down on her stepstool and held it out in front of Seth's face. He howled.

She held it up to Doug and then to me and said, "Gee whiz, Seth, I wonder what this is? I notice mommy's Seth pump is not on the table there, but just what could this be? Mr. Forrest brought this over for you. He said it was a present for Seth, but I think it's probably a present for you that mommy is supposed to use." She handed it to Seth and said, "Open it up, honey. Let's see what's inside."

Seth grabbed it and hurled it across the room with a furious howl. It hit one of his teddy bears, which fell to the floor with it. Doug and I exploded with laughter and applause. Beth just smiled, went over and picked it up, and sat down again. She handed it to Seth again and he threw it with force and hit me in the face. I am told I am the spitting image of the talking head Toyota guy in the TV ads and it was obvious that Seth hated my guts.

I just started laughing my head off and shaking my finger at Seth. Doug faked outrage and told Seth that his ass was going to pay dearly for that. Beth just smiled and said it looked like she was just going to have to open it herself. She grinned coyly at Doug and me and started unwrapping the brown paper. Inside there was a square box with red, white, and blue stripes and a picture of what was inside: an old-fashioned, red rubber bulb-type enema syringe with a smooth disc butt end, a raised rib around the oval bulb, and a shiny black hard rubber nozzle.

Seth took one look at it and let out a blood-curdling howl and started pummeling his pillow with his clenched fists. But he keeps his eyes on the package, which Beth started to open, and once she had pulled the syringe out he was flailing around with fists and legs and roaring with rage and embarrassment.

(I ask Seth every chance I get when I see him in the hall if his mommy is still giving him a nice hot soapy enema like he needs. He clenches his little fists and tries to kick me and strike out at me, and it is obvious that here and now he knows I'm behind the whole scene.)

He roared with fury and yelled, "W-W-Waaaahhhh! H-H-He can't w-w-watch! M-M-Make h-him g-go! H-H-He c-can't w-w-watch! W-W-W-Waaaaaahhhhhh!"

Beth just tried to calm him down, patted his cheek, tousled his hair, and said, "Of course he's going to watch, Seth honey. He's the one who gave you this nice present. Of course he's going to watch." Doug and I were applauding wildly.

Beth held onto the syringe for quite a while, turning it over and over in her lovely long-fingered hands, caressing the smooth bulb and pressing the round smooth disc at the butt end with her thumb. Seth's eyes were overflowing with salt tears and he was rubbing them away and staring at the syringe. He kept yelling, "N-N-N-Noooooo! H-H-He c-can't w-watch! N-N-N-Noooooo! H-H-He c-can't w-watch! M-M-Make h-him g-gooooooo!"

Beth dipped the nozzle of the syringe into the Vaseline and pulled it out with a gob of grease on the bulbous tip. She gently daubed the grease onto the roaring boy's tightly-squeezed, immaculate pink asshole and then softly inserted her right middle finger up his anus to the first joint and wiggled it around. Seth was screaming bloody murder and yelling, "N-N-N-Noooooo! H-H-He c-can't w-watch! N-N-N-Noooooo! H-H-He c-can't w-watch! M-M-Make h-him g-gooooooo!"

Not only had Beth no intention to make me go, but she grinned gleefully to Doug and me and said, "He's just a little cross today. Don't mind him. He's really embarrassed that you're here, Fred, and he knows you love it. He'll get over it, though. There'll be many other times. He'll get over it."

She pulled her finger out and wiped it with cotton. She picked up the syringe and dipped the nozzle into the hot soapy water, pressing the smooth butt end so the water entered with a low gurgling sound. She raised the syringe and squirted the hot fluid in a thin arc, hissing back into the water. She did this several times. Seth was looking behind him, back and forth between Doug and me with clenched fists and a face filled with rage and embarrassment. Then he looked at Beth and the chemist's flask of hot soapy water filling and voiding and refilling the syringe as he howled with fury.

Beth's lovely left thumb and forefinger delicately parted the howling boy's deep cleft buttocks at their chubbiest parts, just outside his tight pink anus. Her right hand held the dreaded "Seth pump" as she called it and she dipped the nozzle once again into the hot fluid and filled it to its fullest. Doug and I were wide-eyed on the edge of our seats and Doug was sweating and breathing hard. He had a weird kind of grin on his face, his eyes were just about popping out of their sockets, and he was pointing straight at Beth's hand and Seth's big, girlish, well-propped and arched, bare-naked ass. He was mumbling in a half-whisper, "G-G-Get this, b-buddy! W-W-Watch this here! G-G-Get this here now! L-L-Lookit what s-she's g-gonna d-do!"

Beth slowly inserted the greasy nozzle to half its length up the boy's tightly-squeezed asshole. Then she slowly pressed the smooth disc at the butt end and warned Seth to relax or it would be the worse for him. He glowered with rage in our direction and let out a pitiful roar, "M-M-M-Make h-h-him g-g-goooooo! M-M-M-Make h-h-him g-g-goooooo!"

She squirted the hot fluid slowly up the boy's ass while he screamed with rage and shame and Doug and I were in seventh heaven, whooping and clapping and whistling and urging Seth's beautiful, full-bottomed mommy on as she held the fully emptied bulb inches away from the roaring boy's pink immaculate anus.

After several dozen such insertions, infusions, and retractions of little Seth's nice new "present" given him by grinning Uncle Fred, he was red-eyed and hoarse with bawling. Beth was finally satisfied that her new syringe had proven itself equal to its venerable purpose and Doug and I were totally spent, judging from the dark spots on our crotches, if you follow my drift. I got up to leave and Seth gave me a look filled with shame and fury. Doug walked me out while Beth promised there would be many "repeat" performances of Seth's regular "pumpings" judging from his present mood and attitude.

Nothing could please me more.

Fred Forrest