My kinks, the how and when.

I never had any question as to where my attraction and fascination to spankings, rectal temperatures and enemas came from. That they happened so quickly was surprising.

Rectal temperature

When I was four I wasn’t feeling well and my mom brought to the Dr’s. He was on house calls, but the nurse was there. She sat me on the exam table and checked me out. She then had me lie down and turn over. I had no idea what was to happen. She slipped her hands down my waist and and with one motion pulled down my pants and underwear. I recall looking over as she pulled a glass rod out (no idea that it was a thermometer) and dabbed the end with Vaseline and turned. She gently separated my cheeks and slipped it up my bottom. It was cold and its feel and having the nurse doing this gave a 4 yr old an erection.

Spanking

Never was spanked growing up. Swatted a few times but no spanking. Point being I had no personal experience. About 11 or 12, early puberty I guess, that changed to an extent. Over at neighbor’s house, moms are friends and they’re cooking dinner. The daughter was two years younger and we often spent time together. This day she was nagging her mom repeatedly until mom pulled out a spatula. Daughter began to whine as mom took her by the hand and led her down the hallway. I sat with a view straight down hallway and watched as, after a brief struggle, mom had her bare bottomed and began spanking her with hard slaps of the spatula. I sat froze, taking this in. My head spun and stomach fluttered(Really!) I thought what if that were you? The thought was scary. How embarrassing to be spanked by my neighbor like that? It was also very exciting and arousing. Welcome to the world of spanking. That’s how it started.

Enema

Kind of similar to the spanking. I was fairly sure I was given an enema by my mother and grandmother when I was 2-3 years old. I have no recollection of the actual enema but a couple of flashbacks like towels being laid out. Jump ahead ten years. No previous interest in enemas. One morning a young friend of moms arrives for coffee with her two young daughters three and six. She was an extremely beautiful woman and though I didn’t have a crush on her, I sure liked having her around. Sitting nearby I heard her tell if giving her youngest an enema the previous day. I got a little zap hearing this. Thinking interesting, and forgot about it. Until a week later. She was visiting and shared that her daughters had been cranky the day before so she gave them enemas and put them down for naps. Then admitted she thought about it and decided she would give herself an enema. The image of her giving her daughters enemas and then imagining her enema had me with the same feelings I had witnessing the spanking. Head spinning, stomach fluttering, thinking what if she gave you an enema. Again, the thought frightening, embarrassing, and exciting. I became fascinated wth the idea of enemas.

Unlike spanking, I could give myself an enema. Family was often gone on Sundays so I had ample opportunity. We had an infant syringe in the bathroom. One Sunday I drew warm water in sink, applied Vaseline to the nozzle and drew water in. Nervously I inserted the nozzle and gave a squeeze. Incredible! It seemed some memory cells shouted We remember this feeling! That confirmed the idea of an enema at two or three. I continued regularly enjoying all aspects of the enema. The feeling of the rush of water, the cramps, the release, the naughty feeling of it all. Along with thoughts and visions of getting a spanking and an enema by adult female.

So some rambling about how it started for me.