The Long Regression
The backstory to the regression and suppository discipline (in 7 chapters)
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My dad has divorced and then remarried a year later with a woman named Susan. Susan had two daughters around the same age as me: Erica and Lydia. I was 18 at this time. The two families have moved in quickly together because dad was in the army and he could not take care of me alone. Sometimes I did not see him for 3-4 month at a time. The new family house was from Susan's previous marriage: it was a two-story building with a dining room, living room, 3 bedrooms and two toilets along the standard kitchen, pantry, etc.
From the very first moment I hated my foster mom; Susan was pretentious, fake and annoying. The way she talked to me gave me the impression that she felt the same way towards me. Her daughters (Erica and Lydia) were also very rude and mean to me so that did not help things either.
I was going through some tough time: the divorce and my biological moms moving to a foreign country utterly destroyed my chances of seeing her more than once every 2-3 years. Also, my dad's military missions basically left me with a hateful foster mom and her two mean daughters.
Because of all this, I refused to address Susan as "mom". I have called her on her first name instead. She hated this and regularly demanded me to call her "mom" or "mommy".
Why and how did the regression start?
On one Sunday afternoon - just after dad left for a mission - I got annoyed by the girls who kept mocking me for watching a "stupid boy movies" and for playing "stupid games" like Tetris. The girls kept calling me names so I threw some of their books at them. Lydia started a "fake-cry" and ran out yelling for their mom. Susan came in mad and spanked me straight away. She grabbed me, pulled down my pants and started hitting me from behind repeatedly, calling me an "a dirty and disobedient brat". I was shocked at her audacity to spank me as well as surprised by her strength. I was a pretty sickly kid with a weak body but still was surprised. I retreated back to the corner of the room sobbing.
She left the room with the girls and returned in a few minutes with all of them smiling. She told me that she has just called her doctor friend who told her that the toxins I eat are the reason for my disobedience. As a result, she had to clean me out.
I had no idea what she meant by this, however, I knew something bad will happen when she asked the girls to grab me. The two girls (Lydia was of my age, while Erica was one 1 year older) grabbed me and pushed me on the bed. I started begging for mercy and not to be spanked again. Susan walked up to us and pulled down my pants again. I really thought I will get another spanking, instead, I felt Susan inserting something in my butt. I took me by surprise, so I cried up even louder.
The girls started giggling while Susan scorned me: "I gave you a suppository. This will clean you out in a few minutes. If you don't hold it in, I will come and spank you again." I kept crying for a few minutes when I started feeling the cramps kicking in. I jumped up and ran to the toilet screaming, where I have relieved myself.
When I returned from the bathroom, Susan was waiting for me still with the girls giggling. She asked me whether I have done a poop. After I said yes, she ordered the girls to hold me down again for another spanking. I broke down again crying and promised Susan to behave properly. Susan told the girls to let me go, and that I won't have another spanking. However, she told me that from next week - and every week from now on - I have to ask one of the girls for a suppository. I was both shocked and speechless. I decided to nod to this instead of risking another spanking.
'I always preferred having a daughter than a son. So I will teach you how to be my daughter, who calls me mommy and treats us with respect. Also, you are also not allowed to watch your stupid boy shows," Susan told me in the end "From now on, the girls decide what you should watch and you need to watch it with them. No exceptions."