Had an aunt whose family owned a farm – my mother's sister – and I used to visit quite often. One summer, when my dad was away, both mom and I visited for a week. It was to be a great adventure, or so I thought at the time.
About 2 days if, my cousins and I went to the orchard on the farm and started eating every apple and pear we could consume. For them, it was nothing, for me it was agony several hours later as my stomach started doing backflips. By the late evening i was in real difficulty.
My aunt and mom were in her kitchen talking and i was in the next room trying to concentrate on a tv show. They were clearly discussing my adventure in the orchard, and what to do next.
Mom wanted to try some laxative, but my aunt said, “That's foolish. Just give him a good soapsuds enema. That's all he needs, except, of course, if you want to tan his hide for eating all that stuff.. My kids are used to things out here, but Jackie is different, the food is different in the city, and getting backed up can be painful.”
“Well, I don't know,” she responded. “perhaps a good enema is what he needs. He doesn't get them very often at home, so I'm not sure how he will react to the suggestion..”
“Again,” she answered, “That's foolish. Just give him the enema. The bag and hose is in the bathroom closet, and there is a bar of Ivory to swish in the bag, just like mom used to do to us.”
Mom nodded, went into the bathroom. Soon, the sound of water running, and ivory soap filled the air. One of my cousins quickly said, “Oops, someone is about to get an enema.” Both looked over at me. I turned beet red.
“Jackie, come in here to the bathroom, please,” yelled mom from the other room. Sheepishly, I stood, held my stomach and walked toward the bathroom, knowing I was headed for doom. As I walked in, the bog red bag and hose was in the sink, filled to the brim and some soapsuds on the side.
“We are going to get rid of your stomach ache, Jackie,” she intoned. “Right now. Take on your pants and shorts and come over here.” She was sitting on the closed toilet. “You have had enemas before so you know what they are, come on on over here, NOW!” I walked to where she sat. “Over my knees, please.”
I got that enema, every drop of it, and I sat on the toilet for what seemed like hours. After, I felt better, that is until she sat down again after closing the cover, and told me to get back over her knees. A long hand spanking followed, and my butt felt on fire. “Don't do stupid things again, Jacking. Now, you know better. Put on your pants and go back to TV.”
I did as I was told and went back to the TV room, to the laughter of my cousins, who had their short-lived moments, since they were quickly called by my aunt for the same treatment, less the spanking.
We came home several days later, before my father returned, and i was sitting on the couch when mom came in and sat beside me.
“Well, how did you like the trip, Jackie?” she asked.
“Great time mom, but, er, well, ah, could you maybe..” MY voice trailed off.
“What is it son?” she asked,
“Well, er, could you maybe give me another spanking?" As I said it, I drew close to her. She put her army around me drawing me in close, and kissing me on the top of my head.
“I sure don't know where that came from, but of course, if that is what you want. A spanking it is.” That is another story for the future.