Thanks everyone. I asked because I have memories of this as a child, but I can't recall exactly how it was done. Both my parents worked when I was young so I was looked after by a series of nannies. When I was about 6 years old a German girl called Gertrude arrived. She was tall and muscular with very heavy breasts and broad hips – a complete contrast to my rather petite mother. During the first week my parents were around a lot to make sure Gertrude knew what she was doing but after those initial days we were left to our own devices.
On the first morning when we were alone after breakfast Gertrude took me to the bathroom and asked if I had been to the toilet. I replied that I had when I first got up but on further questioning I admitted that this was just for a wee. Gertrude then said that I needed a “bow-wel move-e-ment” pronouncing all of the syllables in her strong German accent. She then said that she would help me, taking a small brown glass jar from her apron pocket. She sat on a chair between the basin and the toilet and put me face down across her lap. She pulled my pants down as far as my knees and I will never forget how I felt when she used her left hand to part my buttocks and reveal my anus – humiliated certainly but also somehow excited and ashamed of this excitement. She had removed the lid of the glass jar and set it on the edge of the basin. She took a large glob of the cream inside on her finger and deposited this between my buttocks. She then proceeded to massage the cream around my anus telling me that this would help my “bow-wel move-e-ment” to come out. After a minute or so, I felt pressure against my anus and she told me to push out. Her finger slid inside me and I gasped aloud “ooh, oooh” as she began to move it in my bottom. Very quickly I felt a strong urge for the toilet and I told her that I needed to go. On the toilet I defecated and somehow I knew not to flush until Gertrude had inspected the results. Afterwards I was back across Gertrude’s knee for her to wash my bottom. She did this with her bare hands, using her fingers to soap every crease, and then rinsing with a warm flannel.
This was the beginning of a daily regime, but sometimes – perhaps if I had a very large or hard BM – Gertrude would ask me if I had a sore bottom. I would admit to this and she would apply cream after washing me. This could sometimes take quite a long time while she massaged the cream all along the crease between my buttocks and paying especial attention to my anus. As a finale she would scoop some more of the cream and push her finger into my rectum once more and smear it all around the inner rim. I was never sure what the cream was but I think it must have been aqueous cream to which Gertrude had added essential oils. On these days the anointing of my bottom would usually be repeated at night. Gertrude would sit on the edge of my bed, pull my pyjamas down and apply her magic cream, taking her time about it.
Gertrude stayed for nearly 2 years and the routine relating to my bowels and my bottom continued throughout. My enjoyment increased and the massage sessions became more frequent and lasted longer and longer. I can remember pushing my anus open to meet her probing fingers and have the exquisite sensations that came from her massage of my inner rim. I am sure she knew how much I enjoyed it.
When I was 8 years old, she left very suddenly without really even saying goodbye and was replaced by Nanny Prescot who wore a uniform and was very strict. Looking back I think my parents must have caught Gertrude during one of our sessions and dismissed her as a result.