Pearl was babysitting my sisters and I while my parents were at a wedding. I was seven and really liked Pearl. Her son, Kevin, was a hero of our local high school football team and I worshipped the ground he walked on. Pearl herself was a great softball pitcher and strong as could be, as I was to find out the hard way.
My joy at having her stay with Jess, Louise and I soon faded as mommy told Pearl about how I was punished and about my bedtime routine. Now she knew I wore diapers, had my temperature taken baby style and got spanked with my pants down. As unpleasant as being spanked, or being treated like a baby was, the fear that Pearl'd say something to Kevin was the worst feeling thing I'd known in my short seven years of being. As it turned out his finding out was nothing compared to the reality of what happened during the next week.
If I wet my diapers at night I was spanked at breakfast. If I was wearing diapers during the day I was expected to come to an older person and have them taken off so I could potty. If I diritied my diapers during the day I was spanked and made to wear just baby pants and a tee shirt, or pull on jeans with snaps down the inner seam like a baby. But with Pearl it would be different.
"Time for your bath." Pearl said taking my hand and leading me to the bathroom.
Pearl sat on the edge of the tub, after she'd started the water running. I stood in front of her and she took off my tee shirt and undershirt. She slipped down my pull on, blue corderoy jeans and I held her arms as I stepped out of them. Her thumbs slipped into my penney's boys briefs and took them down and off my feet.
"Over my knee for your temperature."
I laided over her lap and she spread my legs and butt cheeks with her left hand as she reached for the q-tip covered with vaseline to grease my little rear hole. After rubbing the goo around the outside she pushed the q-tip in me and worked it in and out for a second or two. Out it came with a squishy sound and the cool glass thermometer replaced it. Her right hand held the termometer like a cigerette while clamming both my butt cheeks closed around it.
When my temperature was taken she withdrew the thermometer and looked at it, pronouncing me ok. She then [icked up the baby enema tube and slowly slipped it in when the thermometer had been. The warm soapy water was squeezed in and the tube withdrawn while Pearl held by buttocks together with one hand and slowly refilled the enema syringe from the water she'd perpared in the sink. After the fourth insertion and expulsion of water into my rectum I started to squirm with the full feeling in my tummy.
Smack, smack, her hand slapped the tops of my thighs. "You lay still till your enema is done young man." (I wondered if there was some class where older people learned how to hold, fiddle with and spank all at the same time? it was so like mommy, daddy, sisters and other sitters)
I lay still while the last full buld of warm soapy water flowed up my rear. After being held across her lap for a minute of two Pearl lifted me and placed me on the toilet. When I was done she stood me up and wipped me well before ordering me to the bathtub for bathing.
I was allowed a few minutes to play before she came in and told me to stand to be washed. I was a bit smaller than average, dark blond hair and a very spankable rear end, now that I look back on my childhood pictures. My penis had be circumsized, but not completely bald, there was a small ring of forskin which all my care takers had to slip down over the acorn shaped as they washed me there. My penis was short and fat, maybe an inch long in the shaft and 1/2 of head, in those days, but after the slipping and sliding of the forskin and soaping I always found the pee slit staring up at me and my soft little weenie sanding hard and sensitive.
I bend away from Pearl's hand as she scrubbed my penis and she gave my wet naked bottom two hard spanks. "Stand still."
She didn't use her finger in my butt like other care takers did, and I was soon told to get out to be dried so I could get my "diety" on.
I was taken naked to my bedroom and placed on the changing table and given the works, oil, power, diaper and baby pants. Then to bed.
In the morning I was wet. I'd had hopes that being it was Pearl I might get out of a spanking. My hopes further increased when she took me to my changing table and removed my diapers with no stick in sight. She took me off the table and held out some briefs for me to step into. She then pulled on a tee shirt and my pull on jeans, she called them dungrees, it was a strange word to me then.
At the breakfast table my sisters were already finished with their meal but they sat and waited for Pearl and I. As we came into the diningroom I assumed it was because they needed Pearl to brush their hair because there was a large, oval shaped wooden hair brush on the table where daddy normally sat. It did not take me long to learn what was going to get brushed.
"Pull your dungrees and under pants down." Pearl commanded as she turned me to face her.
Looking for the stick and not seeing it I thought I was going to get off with a hand spanking, but I was wrong. As soon as my briefs hit my knees I was pulled over her lap, naked rear end up and she was grabbing the brush.
I felt the brush covering a large area of both of my butt cheeks and then it was gone. There was a loud smack. I was used to a sharp thin sting of the stick or the spread out fire of the hand, but this was a round sun burn in the middle of my butt. Before I could let out a scream of pain the brush came down with another loud whack. This time the brush had fallen a bit to the left og the first spank and my right butt quivered and stung. SMACK, this time on the left cheek, Smack, in the middle, and so on for 14 spanks. My butt was on fire. I turned my head and the dark red glow all over my behind was something I had never seen before, even with a hand spanking there were places which weren't red, but not with this brush.
Pearl stood me up and I danced the naughty boy dance, knees going up and down, hands around rubbing the hot red spanked area, head turned towards the ceiling and voice giving full cry to the searing fire where I'd been spanked.
"Put your brother in the corner in his room for seven minutes and then changing him into diapers for the day, with baby pants and dungrees." Pearl told Jess. Then to me "If you dirty your diaper and act the naughty boy I'll brush your dungrees again. You under stand?"
I did and then some, yet all I could really think of was "is she goimng to tell Kevin I was spanked and had to wear a diaper all day?" As it turned out she didn't have to tell him because he came over to visit a few days later and he got to change me and spank me, but that is another tail, mine!