When I was 11 years old my parents went on a European trip for three weeks and I was sent to stay with my aunt who ran a day care center for preschoolers. She cared for about 20 kids each day ranging in ages from 3 to 6. She ran her little operation with the help of her two daughters aged 10 and and 14.
Mom's advice to me on dropping me and my things off at Aunt Carolynn's was to do whatever I was told and give no trouble. I thought it was going to be a fun way to spend part of my summer vacation, especially since Aunt Carolynn had a very large house with a huge yard to play in, and also in the past I had had a lot of fun spending time with my two female cousins.
But instead it turned out to be the most humiliating three weeks of my life. It turns out that the day-care business really consumed alot of Aunt Carolynn's time. And I pretty much ended up being treated as just another preschooler, even though I was 11 years old.
And the most humiliating part was that Aunt Carolynn put me under cousin Susan's supervision, and she was only 3 years older than me. Cousin Susan, with whom I used to have so much fun running around and doing crazy stuff, was now all officious and being mommy's very good little helper. And there helping her at every turn was little cousin Beth.
The two girls basically acted as if they were big grown-ups, and treated all the preschoolers as if they were their dolls, dressing them up, making sure they ate, bathing them, etc..
The horror began in the early morning of my second day there when Aunt Carolynn told me that each day would begin with a bath for me. It seemed no big deal, so I asked which shower I should use. She said Susan would be coming to tell me what to do shortly.
So I went outside to play on the swing and soon Susan was on the porch calling for me. She said rather gleefully, "Come on little guy, its time for your bath." So I followed her in and she led me into the main bathroom, which was specially built right off the side of the entrance way, separated only partially by a partition. It was a rather spacious area and contained one of those large model tubs that could comfortably fit 3 adults. But now it was filled instead with six little boys, all under 5 years old, happily splashing around.
I asked where the shower was and she said that I was to get into the tub along with the other little boys. I, of course, was horrified and said I would take my bath when she was done with the little kids, left in a little huff, and went back outside to play.
I was back on the swing, having soon forgotten all about the little "misunderstanding" with Susan, when several minutes later Aunt Carolynn was coming towards me. She told me to go get in the tub as the girls had a lot of other chores to do, and bath time had to be over by 9:00 AM. I told her I could bathe on my own, that I was a big guy. She said she didn't have time to argue and that I was to hurry along and get in the tub so Susan could bathe me. When I expressed horror at the idea, she countered with, "Susan and Beth have seen lots of bare naked little boys, and you don't have anything down there that they haven't seem lots of times before.".
Aunt Carolynn led me back into the house as I followed almost as if in a trance. She led me to the bathroom, where both Susan and Beth were soaping up the little boys, and told me to undress. I fumbled a little and she told me to hurry it up. As I started to remove my clothes I just started sobbing uncontrollably. And to my greater surprise and horror both Susan and Beth started taking a conciliatory tone, which I'm sure they thought would calm me, but only humiliated me all the more. They were saying things like, "O come on little fella, don't be afraid. We'll get you nice and clean." This from one girl who was only three years older than me, and from another who was one year younger!
With my clothes off, and my hands covering my peepee, I moved like lightening to get in the tub and sit down, to hide myself. Here I was; a big guy having to be bathed like a little kid by a couple of girls!
Aunt Carolynn left saying, "See, it wasn't so bad now, was it?" Susan and Beth really had an assembly line thing going. Beth would shampoo the hair, and Susan would stand the boys up and soap them up, wash and then rinse them.
When it came my turn Beth had me scoot over to where she was, in my sitting position, and put baby shampoo in my hair and them washed my hair just like she was a mommy. I was so humiliated. This from a girl younger than me! Then she rinsed me off. As I was the last one in line she now took the first boy out of the tub and started towel drying him. Then when she was finished with one, she took another one out and dried him. I noticed that when she was finished drying each of the little boys had to stand over on the side of the bathroom in a line, still with no clothes on.
By the time it was my turn to stand up and be washed I was numb. Susan took the washcloth and started soaping me all over, though she sort of froze when I stood up. And Beth who was drying a boy stopped what she was doing and just gazed wide-eyed at me for a while before getting back to her toweling. Although my peepee was small, it was a lot bigger than any other boys' in that room, and I'm sure it was the first time either Susan or Beth had seen an older boy naked.
As she washed my private area, I just turned my head up and closed my eyes. Her touching of it made it get a little bigger, and once again both Susan and Beth were momentarily diverted from their tasks as they kinda of stared at my thing as it changed shapes before their very eyes.
After my rinsing I had to get out of the tub and little Beth started toweling me. In humiliation I just took the towel and started drying myself. She didn't protest, as she now went to the first boy in line, and told him to hop up on the big sink counter top. The first little boy did and Beth put a diaper under him and proceeded to sprinkle baby powder all over his body, as she rubbed it in. She then sprinkled his little boy area, told him to "lift up" as she sprinkled his bottom. Then she rubbed the powder in all over. Finally she pinned up the diaper, and took the next little boy. Susan meantime had brought in the clothes and was dressing the little boys after their diapering.
I realized that each little boy in line was going to get powdered, diapered and dressed. When it was my turn Beth told me to get up on the counter. I didn't move. Susan said, "I'm gonna get mom!", and simply walked out of the bath area . Aunt Carolynn was just on the other side of the partition receiving mothers and fathers bringing in their young children. It was the busiest time of the day for Aunt Carolynn. And it was a time of day when she simply had no patience.
In a second Aunt Carolynn came storming in followed by a smirking Susan and about five parents and their various children. In a rush and without a word Aunt Carolynn came over to me, and with her one arm pinned my arms behind my back, as she spanked me with her other arm in a standing position facing the gathering crowd of parents and youngsters.
With each spank on my hinder my little eleven year old peepee would bounce up and down. The shame of seeing all those people, and so many younger than myself, watching me get a spanking like I was a three year old was more than I could bear. I was crying and crying. When it was over Aunt Carloynn told me to "Hop up on that counter young man!"
I hopped up on the counter, crying, shamed yet protesting, "I'm too old to be diapered". And the girls and everyone in the room laughed. Susan said, "You silly one, do you think were gonna diaper a big boy like yourself?" And Beth, genuinely astounded at what I said, said "Big boys like you wear underpants!" I was at least somewhat relieved by that remark. But couldn't get out of my mind that I was laying on the counter, exposed to a crowd of gawkers, about to be powdered like a little baby by a girl younger than myself.
Beth proceeded to sprinkle my little boy area with baby powder as a crowd of parents and youngsters watched laughing. Fortunately the crowd of onlooking parents quickly dispersed as Aunt Carolynn went back to her business of receiving the newly arriving preschoolers.
Beth proceeded with her task by smoothing and rubbing the baby powder in all over my body. When her hands touched my little thing it became big again. Her mouth was opened the whole time she powdered me. Standing next to her, with her mouth agape and her eyes wide open, was Susan holding my underpants.
When Beth was done, they let me put on my own underpants and get dressed by myself. As I scurried out of the bathroom to get away from the girls Susan shouted after me, "Make sure you are in your room at 2:00. It's nap time!"
For the remainder of my three weeks at Aunt Carolynn's I was pretty much their living doll as they controlled every aspect of my day. The humiliation I felt at being their living anatomy lesson increased each day in their care, as I was subjected to ever more and more indignities.