A Change for the Worst 7: After the Doctors
  by Daveboy
  
  copyright 1998, 2006 by Daveboy, all rights reserved
  daveboy@iname.com
  
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  explicit  depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If
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  A Change for the Worst 7: After the Doctors
  
  When we got home from the doctors, we had a late lunch and I
  was allowed to go up to my room. I was left in peace until
  Timmy came up and said I was wanted downstairs. He followed
  me down and I found my mother, step father and Alice in the
  lounge. On the table was a jug filled with what looked like
  dirty soapy water, a funnel, a length of tubing and some
  tubes and jars. 
  
  My mother smiled at me and said, "David, your father has
  told me what the doctor said and I am going to give you your
  first enema. Come here." 
  
  I didn't really no what an enema was and I had a feeling I
  wasn't going to like it but I went over to her. She pulled
  my shorts down before I knew what was happening and as I had
  still not been given any underwear all my private parts were
  once more on display. She pulled me across her knees removed
  my shorts completely and asked Alice to bring her the
  Vaseline. 
  
  I lay across her lap and heard her thank Alice and then ask
  her to pull my cheeks apart. Despite what I had been through
  that day I could still feel the indignity of having an eight
  year old pulling my bum cheeks apart. While her little
  fingers dug into my sore flesh I heard her giggling. The
  next thing I felt was my mother's greased finger working her
  way into my exposed hole. It was pulled out and more grease
  was pushed in. Although I hated her doing it especially in
  front of Timmy and Alice I was soon pleased that she had
  done as she started to push a nozzle into my well greased
  hole. Although I had a variety of people's fingers up there
  recently and the dreaded tooth brush this felt bigger than
  anything I had had up there before. While the tip was
  probably the size of my stepdad's finger it spread out
  quickly to a large bulb before narrowing with two finger
  grips on the end where it joined the tubing. I was able to
  see all this later and found out it was six inches from the
  tip to its widest part At the time all I knew was it felt
  like my hole was being spread open and might well soon tear
  apart. Almost with relief I felt my sphincter close over the
  widest part but this left the long nozzle jammed inside me.
  My mum told Alice she could let go now as it wouldn't come
  out. How right she was it felt as if it would never come out
  again. 
  
  Soon I was aware of the liquid being poured into the funnel
  and the next thing was this strange sensation as it poured
  into me. It wasn't unpleasant to start with and I could feel
  it swirling around inside me but by the time she had
  finished pouring I felt pretty full. The next moment I was
  screaming again as my stepdad came over to me and yanked the
  nozzle out of my hole. The pain took my breath away and I
  clamped my hands to my hurt hole. I was stood up and must
  have looked a sight wearing only a tee shirt which finished
  well above my hips and my sandals and both hands clasped to
  my bare butt. 
  
  I was commanded by my mother to jump around to make sure the
  liquid cleaned me properly which I did. This caused them all
  to start laughing at me. If I'd been a spectator I would
  have probably found it amusing too but when you are the
  object of everyone else's merriment you find nothing funny
  in it at all. Soon I could feel the pressure growing inside
  and I knew I would have to go to the toilet. 
  
  "Please mum, I need to go," I said still bouncing. 
  
  "Leave it to work a bit longer to get the full benefit," she
  replied. 
  
  As I bounced I saw Timmy whispering to his twin sister. I
  had learnt by now that when he had that evil grin on his
  face it usually meant bad news for me. "Please Mum, I really
  need to go now, I'm sure its worked properly," I begged. 
  
  "No a few minutes more will be better," answered my stepdad,
  "Don't be a baby about this as well". 
  
  "Dad," Timmy said, "Alice and I need to go to the toilet
  now. I think we might be sometime. Is that alright?" 
  
  "Sure son, you both take as long as you need. David won't
  mind waiting for you, he's getting used to controlling
  himself". With that the pair of them ran off giggling and I
  was left there knowing that if they weren't quick I was
  going to have a very nasty accident. I had stopped bouncing
  when Timmy had spoken and I was squeezing my cheeks together
  ignoring the soreness from the earlier punishments
  desperately trying to keep everything in. Although
  controlling my bladder earlier had been very painful and at
  times I had thought I wouldn't be able to do it I knew this
  was different. I knew it was only a matter of a few minutes
  before I would not be able to hold the pressure in. I also
  hated to think what would happen to me if I made a mess in
  the lounge. I knew there would be no understanding that it
  wasn't my fault. I guessed I also knew that Timmy and Alice
  would not come back in time although part of me still hoped
  they would. I pleaded with my mum and stepdad to make them
  let me go but I was just told not to be selfish and to wait
  my turn. When I explained that I couldn't wait with tears
  streaming down my face once again I was just told I would
  have to. As I got to the point of bursting I made a decision
  and hobbled out of the lounge through the kitchen and out
  the back door. It was hard to move fast as my stomach was
  cramping and it was literally my hands that kept everything
  in. I only got a few steps onto the concrete area outside
  the back door when the water and solids gushed out of my
  back passage. I could only squat there crying as I emptied
  my bowels in the open. 
  
  As I looked up I saw my stepfather, mother, Timmy and Alice
  standing there. My mother again had the disgusted look she
  had when she found I had wet my bed, the eight year old
  sadists had broad grins on their faces and my stepdad looked
  furious. 
  
  "You filthy animal," he roared, "How dare you mess out
  here". 
  
  All I could do was apologise and repeat over and over again
  the fact that I couldn't help it. This cut no ice with him.
  Timmy was ordered to get him a rubber glove which he pulled
  on. "Normally I would rub an animal's nose in a mess like
  this," he growled, "But the concrete would scratch your face
  and I don't want all the bother if your face goes sceptic".
  With this he grabbed my neck and held my face close to the
  mess and with his gloved hand he rubbed the mess into my
  face. He was rough and it hurt and he kept getting more of
  it up and rubbing it in including working his fingers into
  my mouth and around my teeth. When my face was fully smeared
  he told me I was to clean up the rest of the mess but I was
  not to wipe my face. I felt sick but I didn't even dare spit
  any of the mess out of my mouth. I was given a bowl which I
  filled from the garden tap and an old scrubbing brush and I
  had to scrub the concrete. There I was with my face covered
  in shit, bare arsed down on my bare knees scrubbing away. I
  had to keep going over to the tap and filling the bowl and
  carrying the water over getting back down on my knees and
  scrubbing away. He kept me at it for over half an hour until
  he was satisfied and by that time my knees and back ached as
  well. Then he went and got a hose and attached it to the tap
  and made me bend and pull my arse cheeks apart while he
  squirted the water on my hole. The water nearly knocked me
  over. As the water stung me I wished he had allowed me to
  use it to clean up the mess. After he was satisfied that my
  bum had been washed clean I was taken back inside with my
  face still covered in the mess. 
  
  The first thing that happened was the burning cream was
  applied to my hole. When it had dried my stepdad turned me
  over his knee and slapped my backside until I was crying. 
  
  Next he ordered me to stand and he left the room. Shortly he
  came back and was carrying a black leather strap. He told me
  it was called a tawse. I was to get to know this implement
  well over the next few years. At one end it had a sort of
  handle and the other it was split into three tails. It was
  about 2 foot long and the tails were 9 inches long and I was
  about to find out how painful it could be when applied with
  force to my bum especially as now when it was already sore.
  He turned one of the armchairs round and I was ordered to
  bend over the back. He yanked me further over so I was right
  on my tiptoes. 
  
  "Right David, I am now going to show you what happens to
  dirty little animals. When I have finished I think you will
  never behave so disgustingly again," he threatened. 
  
  I heard a swish and then felt and explosion across my
  cheeks. I couldn't help myself I yelled and leapt up
  grabbing my cheeks, trying to rub the pain away. 
  
  "Get back down," he yelled, "You are getting 12 and each
  time you move that one won't count. So I'll start again". I
  got myself back over the chair and this time grabbed hold of
  the cover with both my hands.the leather bit into my skin.
  "One," he said. I gripped tighter "Two".my tears were
  starting again "Three".I had never felt pain like this
  before "Four".My feet left the ground as I desperately tried
  to stay in position "Five".Each hit covered both cheeks.
  "Six" This one caught me at the base of my cheeks and the
  top of my thighs and the build up and of pain and being hit
  on this tender position made me lose my grip and I collapsed
  on the floor with a scream. "That one doesn't count. Get up"
  As I got to my feet I noticed how close Timmy and Alice were
  standing obviously wanting to get a real close up of my
  punishment. I found it hard to stand but leant over the
  chair again. "Get that bum up," Dad ordered and he put his
  hand between my legs and lifted me up. "You still have six
  to come, stop being such a wimp it only means you get extra.
  You are going to get each and everyone if it takes me all
  night to give them to you. I'll teach you how to behave you
  filthy brat". 
  
  All I could do was lie there bent over the back of the chair
  crying and sobbing I knew nothing I could say would stop him
  hitting me. It was so unfair, it hadn't been my fault I
  couldn't help it but even so I felt ashamed. Added to my
  bedwetting my inability to control my bowels left me
  wondering what was wrong with me. Maybe I was the wimp like
  he said. As I lay there in my misery I heard the swish of
  the tawse and felt it biting into the same spot again.I
  learnt over the years how tender that spot at the bottom of
  my cheeks were. "Seven"."Eight"."Nine".By now I was
  screaming and begging even though I knew it was hopeless.
  "Ten". All I could focus on was not letting go of the chair.
  I didn't know if I could take one more but I knew I couldn't
  take any extra. "Eleven".It was probably the hardest hit of
  them all and my legs shot up and thrashed in the air but
  although my hands slipped I desperately managed to grab on
  and stay in position. 
  
  "OK get up, now you are going to stand on this stool, hands
  by your side and you will explain overtime anyone comes in
  to this room why you are standing there with a red backside
  and a dirty face. You will tell them you have been punished
  because you are a filthy little animal who can't control his
  number ones or twos. It doesn't matter if you've already
  told them I want to make sure you know why. And don't you
  dare touch your bum or cover your front. Do you understand?" 
  
  "Yes dad," I meekly sobbed. The stool was placed in the
  middle of the room. I clambered on it and stood there as
  directed. Where it was placed I could see myself in a
  mirror. My filth covered face had streaks in it where my
  tears had run down and I became aware again of the mess in
  my mouth. I felt sick and sore and thought how pathetic I
  looked. 
  
  I must have been there for about an hour and repeated the
  message many times to Timmy and Alice who took great delight
  in coming in and out of the room. Then Elizabeth came back..
  My situation would have been embarrassing enough but she had
  a boy with her. "Hello what have you been up to squirt," she
  greeted me. 
  
  I saw dad looking at me warningly so I knew what I had to
  do. "I've been punished because I'm a dirty little animal
  who can't control his number ones and twos," I recited. I
  saw the look of contempt from the boy with Elizabeth. 
  
  "This is Gordon," she introduced, "He goes to the same
  school you will be going to next year but he will be in the
  fifth form". I was horrified someone at my new school would
  know about me. What if he said anything. 
  
  He left shortly after but as he was leaving I heard my step
  father telling him to call round tomorrow as it was my
  birthday. "If you know anyone else who'd like to call in
  please get them to call again as David doesn't have any
  friends here yet," he added. I couldn't hear what else he
  said but I heard Gordon laugh and say he would see us
  tomorrow. 
  
  I spent the rest of the evening standing on that stool until
  my mother took me up to have my bath. I was not given any
  food as I was told they didn't want me needing to have a
  shit until they had sorted out my toileting problems. I
  asked what they meant but was told to wait until tomorrow
  when I would find out. The bath despite not having the brush
  put up my backside was probably the most miserable one yet
  as my mother spent the time berating me about my behaviour
  and telling me how ashamed she was of me. Although she
  didn't hit me once I was reduced to tears and felt the
  lowest form of life on earth. When she had dried me she took
  me downstairs naked. 
  
  I was taken downstairs to the lounge where all the family
  was gathered. 
  
  "Right David," my stepdad said, "Tomorrow is your birthday
  and we want you to make a new start. So I want you to go
  round the room and ask each person in turn for forgiveness
  and ask them to help you be a better boy in the future and
  give them a kiss goodnight. Tomorrow is going to be an
  exciting day, we have some special rules for teenage boys on
  their birthdays and there will be a special tea party for
  you when we will give you your presents. 
  
  After I had followed his instructions I was taken into the
  kitchen where I saw a pile of newspapers spread out in one
  corner. "This is where you are going to sleep tonight," he
  explained, "because you haven't got a mattress for your bed
  and if you wet it won't matter. We don't want to have to
  start your birthday with a punishment now do we". 
  
  "What do you say, David, to your father for being so
  thoughtful," asked my mother? 
  
  So I had to thank this hateful man for making me sleep naked
  on the kitchen floor. 
  
  "That's all right David, I always want to help you if I can
  but you have to try and be better behaved. Now go outside
  and do your number ones and hopefully we won't even have any
  wet newspaper to clear up in the morning". 
  
  So on the last night before I became a teenager I had to go
  out into the garden to pee because I wasn't allowed to use
  the toilet in my house. I spent the night sleeping fitfully
  on the newspaper. I didn't wet it which I was only to find
  out many years later was not surprising. It turned out that
  it was Timmy who had put some of his piss in a bottle and
  poured it over me and my bed to get me into trouble.
  Unfortunately as I say I didn't ever find out while we were
  kids and he did it just often enough to make everyone, me
  included, think I had a problem for many years and as you
  can imagine it was a source of embarrassment and trouble for
  me all through the rest of my childhood.          

  
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