...not seen, but heard...
I was just in my first year at school. so about 6 years old. On a Friday afternoon I was playing with some buddies. on the way home i passed my buddy jürgen's house and thought i'd drop by his place.
The house was set back and had a beautiful front yard. To get to the entrance, you had to turn left around the house to the back, passing the bathroom window that opened upwards.
As I walked past, I could already hear jürgen saying that he couldn't take it anymore, that it was enough, but his mom replied that it had to be and there was more to come; and he shouldn't behave like that, he knew very well that otherwise it would be repeated immediately afterwards.
He groaned and said he was the only one of his buddies who got enemas... He had to
fidgeted, because there was a short clapping, followed by an "ouch". "Hold still now..." and moan again.
His mother said that all his buddies were getting enemas, he could be sure of that.
... as far as I was concerned, she hit the mark...
Despite this situation, I rang the doorbell. After some time, the mother opened the door, one hand armed with a rubber glove...
Before I could say anything, she said I was inappropriate, Jürgen was getting his weekly enemas; but I could come back in about an hour.…;
without waiting she closed the door. I slowly walked around the house again, past the bathroom window again and heard his mom say, now two more times and he would have been through it...
I came home much too late that day, later than agreed. Mom was already waiting for me with a soap enema...
There were days that just shouldn't have existed...