Suppositories and Spankings: A Mother's Love
My earliest recollection of what my mother did to me was when I was six years old. I'll share both that story and six years later when, at 12, it was the final time.
I was very small for my age and my mother was quite concerned about this. We lived in the Pacific Northwest. She was so concerned that she was dragging me to doctors all over the west coast. In the absence of any real father (although he was around), she was playing both mother and father. In other words, all decisions about the childrearing of me and my older brother rested with her.
At the age of six she decided to drag me to California to see a doctor there. After meeting the doctor mother was told to undress me which she did down to my underpants. After the usual type of exam, I was told that they wanted me to both pee into a bottle and to have a bowel movement. Under the watchful eyes of both my mother and a strange nurse staring at me, I could do neither. After awhile of no success I was redressed and as we were leaving the nurse slipped something into mother's hands. We went back to the hotel.
I got a lecture about how if I did not do as the doctor told me I would get a spanking (I had only been spanked once before by my father). She said she was going to order room service in order to help me have a BM and if that did not produce the desired results that the nurse had given her some medicine for me. I was not thrilled by any of this. She suggested that I lie down on the bed and watch tv until the room service had come.
About half an hour after we had finished our hamburgers mother called me into the bathroom. On the counter was the same bottle that they had had at the hospital for me to pee into.
"Now, young man, you are going to pee into the bottle now and then you are going to have a bowel movement."
I said I didn't have to go.
"Well, you are just going to make yourself go."
She kneeled down next to me and undid my shorts (it was late summer) and lowered them to the ground. She then moved behind me and pulled my Fruit of the Loom underwear down to my knees. Taking the jar, she undid the lid and placed it in front of my penis.
"Now go," she ordered.
I could not as even at six I could only go in private.
"I can't," I whined.
Growing impatient, she pulled back the foreskin of my penis in the hopes of stimulating a stream. Still nothing.
"You are doing this on purpose," she barked, "just to annoy me."
Without any warning, she flipped the toilet seat closed, put the bottle aside and flung me over her knees. The spanking seemed to last forever as I cried and begged her to stop. Finally she did, setting me back on the floor.
"Now maybe you'll coorperate," she said.
I said that I could probably do it if she left me alone. Doubt crossed her face but she handed me the bottle and left the room. In a few minutes I came out, my pants back up, and handed her the filled bottle of my urine.
"There was no point," she said, "pulling your pants up as you still have to do a BM."
Taking my hand she dragged me back into the bathroom, pulling down my pants and underwear and sitting me on the toilet. I hated this. For five minutes she then stood there, ordering me to have a BM. Of course the longer she stood there the less likely I was to go. Frustrated, she marched out of the room returning with the little package the nurse had given her.
"These are suppositories," she said, opening the box and laying them by the sink. "They go up your bottom to make you have a bowel movement. You are going to have one now because I am tired of you dawdling. And for dawdling when we get done with this you are going to have another well deserved spanking."
I hardly thought it was well deserved. She explained to me that I had to be naked for the suppository and began to unbutton my shirt while I was still sitting on the toilet. My shirt off, she ordered me to raise my arms in the air and she pulled my tee-shirt off. Given how hot it was this actually did not feel bad. Little did I know what was to come. She proceeded to untie my little tennis shoes and take them and my socks off. She then pulled the little blue shorts which were at my knees off and finally my underpants. Of course I had been naked in front of mother before but for some reason this felt different.
"Stand up and face the bathtub," she ordered.
I did.
"Now spread your legs as far apart as possible, put your hands on the rim of the tub and bend over."
Fearful of the whipping I was yet to get (I had never seen her this annoyed), I quickly obeyed, saying nothing.
I felt her spread my buttocks wide apart with her left hand. With her right hand, and without warning, she suddenly applied some cold jelly to the outside of my anus. In a moment she had some more of this jelly on her finger and was putting it up inside of me.
"You have to be lubricated well," she said, "for the suppository to slip up easily and the bowel movement to come out easily."
She then took her long finger out of my rectum.
"I'm now going to push the suppository high up inside of you."
Suddenly I felt this little thing at my anus and then it and her long finger were going up inside of me. Not convinced it was high enough up, she seemed to endlessly push it higher and higher. Finally she took her finger out of me. I was told to lie on the bed until she told me that it was time to sit on the toilet.
At first I felt nothing. After about 15 minutes I sort of had to go and have 30 minutes I had to go real bad.
"You will keep the suppository in for a whole hour."
Finally after the hour was up she allowed me to run to the toilet after which I got the much promised bare bottom spanking. Crying, I was put into bed still naked.
If this had been an isolated situation it would have been bad but not real bad. However, my mother believed that because I was small I would, for awhile, need "help" with my BM's. So from the age of that first experience at six until I was ten I would get a supposity twice a week. Any efforts to not comply would result in the customary bare bottom spanking by mother and the threat of her allowing my dad to do it.
For some reason during the age of eleven she got off the suppository kick. The following year, at age 12 and in the sixth grade, I woke up one morning with the feeling of having to go to the bathroom. Pulling my pjs down, I sat but nothing came. My worst fear (remembering four years of weekly suppositories) was that I was constipated.
Trying to pretend that this wasn't it, I got dressed and came downstairs for breakfast. I didn't really feel like eating and mother saw this. I forced myself into a few bites. Being warned to get ready for the school bus, I ran upstairs and once more tried the toilet. Still the feeling of having to go but nothing coming. Sitting there I rationalized that, now being 12 years old, if I told her I thought I needed a suppository she would let me do it myself. Afterall, I was just starting to sprout hair under my arms and around my penis. I certainly did not want my mother to see me naked. (She had not since the last suppository almost 2 years earlier.)
Forcing up my courage to deal with her, I pulled up my pants and went downstairs.
"Where are your school books? The bus will be here any minute. Your brother is ready to go. I swear, why are you always dawdling?"
I sort of glanced over at my brother, not wanting to talk about my problem at all but certainly not in front of him as well.
"Mom, can I talk to you. Alone?"
"Stop this nonesense," she said, tension growing in her voice. As for me, I was feeling pretty bad in my stomach area.
Suddenly I blurted out, "Fine. I don't feel well. I've got a stomachache. I think I'm constipated and I think I need one of those _d_a_m_n_ suppositories. Alright."
This stopped her cold. I looked over at my brother who thought the idea of me being really constipated was pretty funny.
"Enough laughing," she told my brother. "You go outside and catch the bus. Your brother is going to stay home from school. As my brother walked toward the door, I was told to go back upstairs and put my pajamas back on. She was running to the store.
Upstairs I stripped naked and then put on my pajamas. Just the bottoms as the house was pretty warm. I then laid down and thought about putting the suppository in myself. I was, afterall, 12 years old. Not a little kid anymore.
Pretty soon mom came in with the box of suppositories.
"Ok. Pull down your pajamas," she said.
What's this, I thought to myself.
"Mom, I think I'm old enough to do this myself."
"Nonesense," she said, taking the little white bullet out of its wrapper. "You can't get it high enough up inside you. Now get the pajamas down. Reluctantly I pulled them down, trying to turn quickly on my side so she would not see my penis. Upon her orders, I raised my knees towards my chest. As she had so many times before, she spread my buttocks and quickly shoved the suppository high into my rectum. Then the phone rang.
"You lie still," she said (as if I had never been through this before), and she went to answer the phone just outside my room.
"Mrs. Davidson?"
It was my 6th grade teacher. God, I thought, what was she going to tell her.
"Yes, well I kept him home from school today. He's constipated and pretty uptight. Yes, I've given him a rectal suppository."
God, I thought to myself, why was she telling her this about me. I felt humiliated.
"I'm also going to give him a good, sound spanking as he told me about this like just before he was supposed to get on the bus. What? Do you think I should? Well you are the teacher. Thank you for calling, Mrs. Davidson."
I wanted to kill her when she came back in the room but I said nothing, knowing that would only make the whipping worse.
"That was Mrs. Davidson. She had an idea to help you to relax. Lie on your back."
On my back? Then she'd see my...
"Why?" I asked.
"Because I need to do something with your penis."
I was confused and I did not like this at all. Before I could say anything else, she was turning me onto my back and taking my pajama bottoms from around my ankles. I was, once again, totally naked for my mother's inspection. She then took my penis in her hand and starting rubbing it while talking to me about hormones, puberty, masturbation. It was a strange sensation to have her rubbing my penis while the other side of me was feeling like I had to go to the bathroom as the suppository was melting up inside of me.
Looking at my now erect penis I could see some liquid forming on the tip. Suddenly I felt this urge which I had never felt before. I tried hard to contain but mother, moving her hand now faster over my penis, told me not to and suddenly some white stuff came shooting out of my penis. For a moment I felt relaxed and then suddenly I felt the urge to go to the bathroom. I ran to the toilet. She followed, watching her young son have his bowel movement.
"Remember, there is nothing to be ashamed of about your body with your mother," she said.
After getting done in the bathroom I was taken back to my bedroom where I was put over her knee and soundly spanked. I didn't cry though like I had always done before. In part because I was, afterall, 12 years old and, in part, because I knew that she did all these things because she loved me.