I'd like to be around 6 or 7, where I am in no control of others caring for me. My Mommy, Daddy, or Dom notices after dinner, and after getting ready for bed, they come into my room with a rectal thermometer and Vaseline in hand. I don't like the idea, but firmly turned on my belly and PJ's pulled down. I resist, in which I get several hard spanks on my butt until I relent. After laying there for the “ required ” 3 minutes, I am told that I have a low grade fever, and to wait in bed.
Then after several minutes, my caregiver returns stating that I needed an enema and to follow them into the bathroom, as they took my hand. I protested saying that I “didn't need an eminna ". I get dragged by the arm to the bathroom, where I see the familiar red bulb with Vaseline already on the nozzle, with a container of soapy water waiting.
Again I resist, which gets me more slaps on my butt after my PJ's are removed. I already knew the position, but fought it, and forcefully pulled over their lap.
I kept struggling trying to keep the nozzle out, but they held my one arm with my balancing on the other. Soon, the first of many bulbs go in my backsides before giving in. After this, my giver asks me how many that last one was? I don't remember, but my belly was starting to hurt, and my need to go.
Nope. Not finished, as they tell me that I needed to take it all, as I laid there hearing the bulb's sucking sounds. I start to squirm over their lap, as I'm getting very full, and need to go potty.
After being told that “ this is your last one ”, I am made to lay there for my enema to work.
Once being allowed to expel, they are around cleaning up as I sit expelling, farting, and holding my belly.