Pictures of childhood home

Anybody else ever find old photos of their homes, say a photo taken in the living room, and thought “I was laying right there where I got many rectal temperatures or suppositories!”

Or even if you looked up your old house online which has pictures of the bathroom medicine cabinet, fond memories of where the thermometer and the petroleum jelly were kept and snuck off to play doctor with

I have found childhood pics from a trip we went on, only days after having had my RT taken (and also gotten a penicillin shot in my bottom). I also have a class picture where my nose is red from having been getting over a cold, which means I had had a recent RT when the pic was taken.

Oh, my parents still have my bed, on which a certain number of embarrassing episodes happened!

A few years ago I went back and took some pictures of a house we lived in up in the PA mountains. We didn't own it. My parents always rented. But both me and my two younger brothers got plenty of enemas in the bathroom of that house by the nurse/nanny my parents hired to care for us while they both worked at the family business. That nanny was a trip. She loved giving enemas to really young boys. We all got them 1-2-3, one after the other several days a week.

I still have access to the bathroom and shower where I took so many enemas....

Oh, and the basement and basement bathroom where a high school friend of mine gave me the first enema given to me by someone other than my mom when I was a young boy. It was the first time I was followed into a bathroom during my expulsion and she got on her knees between my legs sucked me to an incredible orgasm as I was releasing four quarts of water into the toilet.

I know the days are numbered for that house. It will be torn down and replaced by a McMansion as has happened, one-by-one, on the block.

What memories! Almost 99.9% of my temperatures, suppositories and enemas were given in my mom's bedroom. And yes, each time I saw her room the memories started to swirl!

Many years ago I took advantage of an opportunity to take a number of photos of the interior of our family home which was furniture wise, decorated, curtains, even bedspreads, pretty much the way it had been when I was growing up. My bedroom, mom's bedroom, the two bathrooms, the basement room where she'd sometimes take me for a spanking/strap were much the same as they'd always been. The spare room still had the large corduroy bolster, filled with foam, and the big feather pillow I might need to fetch, or go to that room, so I could be positioned over top for enema or spanking "treatments."

Mom's bathroom vanity drawer, also photographed, still had several red enema bulbs with black nozzles along with a blue one with a white nozzle that she must have bought not long before I was snooping and photographing. The linen closet, second from top shelf, was still home to other syringe equipment, and a lone open top bag, again red with a black nozzle, was, as it always had been, under the sink in her bathroom. Her spanking hairbrush was still in the middle drawer of her makeup vanity chest/cabinet and in the second drawer on her left, if she was sitting down in front of it, the wicked Lexan. The strap was no longer in her lingerie drawer but I found it, along with the wood paddle, in the bottom drawer of the chest. Two rectal thermometers, both no stranger to my bottom were in her bathroom medicine chest as was a jar of Vaseline, although of the plastic sort, not glass. On the shelf below, a jar of glycerin suppositories. Back in the day it would be a bottle of 12 suppositories. Now she had a bottle of 25!

I know where those photos are but it's been a long time since I've had a look at them. Taking those photos cemented in my mind those scenes from bygone days.

Absolutely. Any time I see pics of my childhood bedroom, I think of times I lay on my bed in there , getting my temperature taken.

Got me thinking about growing up. I know the house was much smaller than I thought then. But really had little to compare it to. and even less concern.

But I do recall many events that went on there. many good some not. Thinking about my room I can still picture it.The bed I slept in was a twin bed with a plastic cover on it. A small chest of drawers held most of my clothing. It had one embarrassing draw. It contained diapers, plastic pants, plastic covered pad,powder and pins. It was what I wore every night. Those bed wetting memories will always be a part of that old house.