Forcibly undressed

Who else here had to be forcibly undressed before they were given suppositories when they were little, because I'm one of them. I don't know why but it's exciting to think about it now.

By my parents, all the time when i was younger. As if I'd undress willingly for whatever they had in store for me lol! Be it spankings, suppositorys, enemas, temp takings....No way I was cooperating for any of those, lol!

I knew when I was to receive a spanking as a kid. It probably would've been better to just comply and undress but I was stubborn. When I tried to escape my punishment I would always get caught, thrown over a parent's knee, and spanked a few times on my pants for running. Then I'd have a bar of soap stuck in my mouth (regardless of whether I talked back or cursed) and spanked some more. Once I just sort of gave up, my pants would be pulled down and I'd get spanked fast for 10-15 minutes with whatever was within reach. Usually a slipper or a hairbrush but as I got older there was a proper paddle with holes drilled in it. I can still think of the bruises--lasted for days.

They always said I shouldn't have fought it but I always did...

I knew it would happen, again. Mum would pick me up and stand me up on the bathroom vanity, pull my shorts and underwear down my thighs, put me over her lap while she sat on the toilet seat. I'd try to run away, but this time she'd put my legs in between hers & bend me over. Then I'd see & hear the suppository being unwrapped, put up to my 5yo rosebud and slowly slipping up my butt, followed by mums finger, while I was crying with a hard on. Such good memories 😜

I was forcibly undressed when suppository or injection time was taking place.always kicking and screaming.

I’ve been forcefully stripped since I was four and believe it or not people still do it to this day. I’m extremely shy so whenever I go to a doctor and he suggests we do a genital or rectal exam I actually have to be restrained. It usually involves my boyfriend holding me still and stripping me naked, then bending me over the table and holding me still, half restraining me, half holding me. Whilst the procedure is being done, they most just shh me and tell me to relax or breathe. It doesn’t work.

I absolutely hate it but I know it must excite some of you.

The idea of being forced to undress is vma real turn on.

Either you are threatened to be undressed and held down by some nurses, so you get scared and comply or you are actually stripped by the nurses, it is amazing in both cases.

When I was a kid in the hospital for appendicitis I saw a kid in the next bed get an anesthetic suppository to knock him out for the operation. He didn't want it and fought....and that was overwhelmingly interesting to me.

It really helped me understand the magic of fetishes. The whole point of the experience was that it was happening to SOMEONE ELSE and not to me !

I was 14, I think he was 12.

The next morning, the kid on the other side of his bed and I discussed it in whispered tones . . "They put a pill in his butt to make him sleep!" That kid couldn't believe it, and neither could I.

~1970's boy.

Hello 1970 boys,

Could you please tell me more about this witticism regarding the boy which received the anaesthetic suppository ?

I cant say I was Forcibly undressed other than my mother pulling down my underwear because i was moving to slowly after the order to be naked was given. I recall One time my brother being stripped when he was totally uncooperative

One thing that does stand out in my memories of those early days was how much of a rush my mom seemed to be in when it was suppository time.

I remember one particular time standing by her bed, sobbing, and her kneeling in front of me as she feverishly unbuttoned my shorts and pulled them down to my ankles followed by my undershorts. She then suddenly remembered that she had forgotten the Vaseline which was in the kitchen downstairs. . "Don't you dare go away!" she said "I'll be right back!" and without any further ado she rushed downstairs as though the house was on fire! I remember she was wearing a red and white flowery silk dress and the wondeful rustling noise it made.

So there I was, standing there half naked, looking through tear filled eyes at an open box of childrens glycerin suppositories and how they were all lined up in a row ready fo use, on me. I remember touching one of them and how jelly like and slippery it felt as the heat from my finger melted the glycerin. The last thing I truly remember from that day was starting to cry again as she rushed back up the stairs with the Vaseline to finish her mission.

I only have my imagination to complete the rest of what happened and that would have been the au susual treatment .... lifted onto the bed on my back, screaming and kicking, my little legs held back as I squirmed around to try and avoid the insertion and that dreadful feeling of a now well vaselined suppository being forced way, way up as far as my mom's finger would go. It excites me no end to think about that day now of course and the urgency of the ordeal, but it sure didn't at the tim e!

Anyone else remember their mom being in an incredible rush to give them a suppository or an enema and how they felt about that?

I always had to be forcibly undressed. And it was always at night. When I was fussing and couldn't sleep. My dad would come, hold me down. My mom would slip my bottoms off. I'd wiggle all about and my dad would get forceful, using his weight to hold me down. My mom would spread my cheeks, and insert her finger to lube me up. Then the suppository, with her finger to hold it in til it melted. I hated it back then.

I always had to be forcibly undressed because i wasn't cooperating at all... I would try to avoid the dreaded insertion of the suppository, followed by a finger, and later on often a spanking

I don't recall that for me, but I recall my sister vocally protesting a suppository and resisting, though probably the threat of a spanking got her to comply.

I always resisted a suppository whenever administered since I was about 4 - 7. Therefore I was always forced to get one, sometimes in front of family members and it was very embarrassing at that moment

I always kicked when it was suppository time. If my mother couldn't handle me alone she would call anyone who was in the house, uncle, aunt, grandpa, grandma & father.

Sometimes it would take two extra to hold me down. Most in the diaper position. When i was in the position my mother would make it worse. Pushing in the finger longer until she could not feel the supp anymore and put in the thermometer for 5 minutes just for punishment.

Once in a while. If I made my father resort to this it usually meant a spanking.

Mom would remove all of my clothes before then for an enema, every time going over her lap.

As a child, at the age of 5, I always resisted getting a suppository or an enema. It went so far that I got my ass spanked. After a few red butts, I got smarter and didn't refuse anymore.

Happened to me always. I dreaded suppositories. But I was never stripped fully though. Just bottom bared.

@Aura1 that is maybe because you are female.

I always resisted, so of course they had to forcibly undress me. My aunts were like tag team wrestlers when they laid their hands on me. One of them would lift me off my feet in a bear hug, while another pulled my trousers and underpants off.

Though I was young and small, when the adrenaline kicked in, I could make it very difficult for them to give me an enema. I proudly recall that I once kicked my aunt in the face when she was trying to strip me. I was rewarded with a hard paddling on my buttocks when they got me on the bed.

@Aura1 that is maybe because you are female.

I don't think everybody is fully stripped. Happens to some, male or female.

I was often “Donald-ducked”, t-shirt left on, but no undies. Mom was so experienced, that she could pull my pants on in a blink of an eye.

Mum was an expert, my shorts and undies would be off in seconds, no chance to refuse or protest much, you'd be either getting a suppo up my bum or one of mums soap sticks, it was pointless to try escape the bare bum, more struggles or put up a fight meant more spanking i got, so better to do as im told mum tells me.

Stand on kitchen chair & be naked from the waist down regardless if others were there, mum inserted her finger full of Vaseline up my bottom then came suppo or soap stick or one of each. Mum inserted finger fully up my bottom making sure it went deep, mum would hold her finger in few moments & make certain its not coming out, all could see me bottom impaled on mums finger

Was forcibly undressed now and then but not ever for this reason.

Never ever recall even getting a suppository. I don’t really recall a case that my parents forced me to get undressed.

My dad just brought his belt along into the bathroom.

I hated soap sticks so much, I would always tell him how much I didn't need one. Better just the soap stick, than a spanking and the soap stick.