Back in the early 70's when I was just a kid I was regularly babysat by my much older male cousin. As I was 5/6 years old he would have been about 20 or 21 and he had his own little apartment. I loved staying with him, he was my hero and I would do anything to be with him but I also knew that my overnight visits or vacation stays would usually end up with me receiving regular spankings and suppositories. I was a naughty boy at times (who wasn't) and my parents used spanking as a means to control me when I was acting up.
My cousin had always had permission to discipline me and he took full advantage of that. I didn't mind getting spanked so much because 9 times out of 10 I probably deserved it, what I wasn't a fan of was the attention he paid to my toileting. I often remember my mom telling him to make sure I stayed regular as she said goodbye to me. Often as soon as mom and dad were gone he'd start quizzing me as to whether I'd pooped properly that day and did I need to be taken to the toilet? Naturally I never said yes to that! He would let the subject drop for a while and I'd probably play on the floor with my toys or watch TV with him. Sometime later he call me over to him and say something like "you look like you might need to do a poo poo" or "have you pooed in your pants?"
I was a big boy and I didn't poop my pants, so my reply would always be no I don't or no I haven't. He would never believe me and always tell me that he needed to check me properly to make sure I didn't need to go or that I hadn't already been and would carry me to his or my bedroom. Once there he would carry out the same 'checks' on me every time. He would have me stand between his legs facing away from him and gently but firmly feel my tummy, feeling for lumps of poo inside me, I had to stand still with my arms by my side while he did this even though it was uncomfortable and tickled. If I wriggled around or tried to pull away he's swat my backside hard. Next he would tell me he needed to sniff the seat of my pants to see if I smelled of poop and he would do it thoroughly and for a long time, again I had to be still while he did it. Often I'd be standing while he smelled me but sometimes he'd pull me across his lap to get his nose in extra deep.
Once finished I'd then have to sit on his lap so that we could 'talk' about what he'd discovered. The upshot was always the same. Although I hadn't messed my pants he could feel huge lumps inside me and smell a massive poop that needed to be done right now! I guess I would probably start to cry at that stage because I was never allowed to go sit on the toilet to go, instead he would tell me that if I didn't go immediately I'd be poorly and need to be taken to the doctor and he would make me poop. My cousin would tell me that if I let him 'help' me go he'd be gentle and it wouldn't take long - yeah right! After talking soothingly to me for a while explaining why him helping me do big poo poos was preferable to the nasty doctor, I would always eventually agree to have him help me go.
Although I was way out of needing diapers he kept a supply of white towelling diapers that I guess were just for me. Disposables hadn't been invented at that stage. He would lay me down across his lap, unbutton or pull down my pants and undies and spend some time inspecting them. If as was often the case they were marked I'd have to explain why. Not an easy task for a young'un. He'd lift my legs and place a diaper underneath me. Often he would decide to feel my tummy again at this stage, and sometimes smell my bottom again, now with no clothes on. He would always tell me how massive a toilet I had inside me and that I wouldn't be getting off of his lap until he was satisfied that every last bit had been pushed out of me and into the diaper. He'd then grease me up with a wad of Vaseline on the end of his finger. I hated having my butt invaded and I'm sure I tried to kick and scream. I don't recall that he ever spanked me during the suppository procedure but he would be firm with me and spent a few minutes rolling his finger in and out of me to 'break the nasty poo up'. Next he would produce a longish (to me at least) white suppository and push it deep inside me. I would then have to lay still over his knees with his finger holding it in place for what seemed like forever.
The more I squirmed the more he would wriggle his finger and lift my legs higher. Eventually I'd beg to be allowed to go 'poo poo'. He never pulled the diaper fully into place and pinned it as he liked to be able to see that I was going properly for him. I'd have to strain and push hard while he watched me, he'd tell me what a bad boy I was for getting myself constipated and that he'd need to keep a close eye on me in future but even when I thought I couldn't poop out any more he'd have me strain and grunt a while longer for him. He told me he liked to see my cute red face and glassy eyes! I hated being watched and spoken to in a babyish way. Once satisfied that I'd pooped enough for him he'd slip his hand under the white cloth and tap and pat the underside of the diaper to flatten the pancake of poop against my butt while telling me again what a naughty boy I'd been to let myself get constipated and how much I stunk. He would spend time sniffing deeply with his nose pushed in the diaper and my legs raised. He would then carry me to the bathroom and wash me thoroughly in the tub. I would promise to be a good boy for him from now on. It would be after I was dried and in my pyjamas that I'd usually be given a spanking and reminded that I was to tell him every time I needed to either pee or poop (a different set of reminiscences), so he could take me.
In spite of what I now know was abuse, I still loved him, still always wanted to be his big boy and be taken out by him. When he was not paying close attention to my toilet habits he was great fun to be with and very gentle. He would always take me on his lap at the park and swing me way higher than anyone else or take me to the zoo and do cool things. I was scared of being laid across his knee back then and having my legs raised but now I'd give anything to do it again - strange really. Sadly he passed away in an auto accident a few years ago but in our adult life we were great friends. He never mentioned the suppositories he used to give me but he would happily tell people about how he used to have to tan my hide to keep me in check as a kid lol.