Crying? Fighting the inevitable? An Enema?
None of that; what is was, was an invitation, verbal direction from Mom to come into the bathroom when she I called me.
I just did as I was told! This was not a debate. This was a procedure to clean you out after not having a bowel movement for several days.
Not sure how she knew? Could have been skid marks in the underwear? No matter you did as told, at least I did. I think most of the kids did, no-one ever spoke about it. That alone speaks volumes, considering the things we would speak freely about.
Secretly, and I don't know at what age, I must have liked something about it. I do remember the feeling of letting go and the release. Whenever we played doctor, some of my girl friends, and I, always me, don't remember other boys being present, had my temperature taking by the girls rectally, and I enjoyed it. Hey they did too, don't let them bullshit you, they loved that game. Guess they where just playing out what they received. That was all before 10 yo. Guessing 7 to 9yo.
Spankings? never really got an "old fashioned over the knee" one. I do remember running like hell and feeling a strap on the back of my thighs as I ran. That was a game changer. My mother was small, but a strap is a great equalizer. Never "Wait till daddy gets home" bullshit.
Never got arrested, must have been raised okay. No complaints, lots of love. That's the secret key!
Love your two year old when they are two, don't wait till they are older, just keep on loving and forgiving, just as you would like to be forgiven!
Enough already.
OTKguy