Hey, my name is Amy. When I was small, my dad and mom always spanked me for punishment. When I got sick, they found out via thermometer, I won't say what kind, I'll just say that it didn't go in my mouth.
When I was "plugged up(not in the nose)" my mom would have me bare hiney and bend over something, usually some pillows or the side of the bath. It would hurt, and it was terribly embarrassing when she made me go in front of her. Anyway a little tingle in my butt hole was better than my chronic constipation. It only bothered me after a spanking, because when I got spanked, I either had to spread my legs, which, in turn, made my butt-cheeks spread, or I would push my butt upwards or wiggle it around, which would have the same affect. The problem was that because my butt-cheeks opened up, whatever implement they used would hit me square in the anus sometimes.
They usually used a belt or a spoon, and my panties always came down. When that happened my anus obviously got hurt, and as if the regular red/pink butt wasn't bad enough, I'd end up with a nozzle being worked up my sore little butt hole.
Now that I'm older, either myself or my boyfriend administers my enemas, usually him because I don't like them so he'll come home and make me take one, plus It's hard for me to do it. After my enemas I had to wear a diaper for a couple hours until I, um, pooped, which hurt my butt hole more. I usually lie a lot, especially when my boyfriend asks me how I am "back there". So now he takes my temperature just to punish me, and once again, I'll give you a hint, it's the kind that you bend over for. I never have to wear a diaper, because he knows I'll poop, seeing as I'm not strong enough to hold that kind of pressure with my anal muscles alone.
What he doesn't know is that I like it... I like the feeling of a little glass tube being slid up my bottom, I like the feeling of the nozzle, and the feeling of when I poop. I like feeling like he's my dad, like he has power. I like feeling him march me over to the bed, bend me over his knee, and force that little tube up my ass. I wish that the one, single swat I get, just under my right butt cheek for lying would be one or two hundred. I want him to make me spread my legs, and spank me so hard that I wiggle my behind four feet in the air.
But I know that my dad did all these things, and so did my mom.... so, does that make me sick to want them like this? because seriously, I wouldn't mind calling my boyfriend "Daddy" and letting him change me for a while. I'd love it. ??? ??? ??? ??? ??? ??? ???