Warm Soapy Memories
It was 7:15 p.m., and I was listening to our Philco radio, hoping my mother wouldn't notice the time. But like every evening since I was 3 1/2 years old, or 7 years ago, she knew what time it was.
She was in the bathroom, and called me to come to her. I knew better than to disobey unless I wanted my bottom spanked and only delay the inevitable. As I entered the bathroom, my mother began undressing me, off with the shoes and socks, off with my shirt and T-shirt. Next, my pants were unsnapped. Three snaps up each leg and three in the crotch. Then she pulled my plastic panties down so she could unpin my diapers. She placed them in the diaper pail and had me sit on the potty chair and set the timer for 5 minutes. Don't know why, as I had never been successful on the potty for 7 years. But she set it anyway.
While I was on the potty chair, my mother ran the warm water in the baisn, rubbing the ivory soap bar to make a sink full of warm soapy water. She reached in the medicine cabinet and took out the jar of vaseline, removed the lid and placed it on the vanity, next to the soapy water. She would then get the red bulb syringe out from under the sink and put it next the vaseline. When the sink was full, she tucked the front of her dress in her panties and grabbed a towel and sat on the seat of the toilet and folded the towel and put it on her lap. When the timer went off, she would always tell me to get off the potty chair and ask if I had gone potty. I would hang my head and tell her, "No, I wasn't able to go potty for her." I would slowly move in front of her and she would have me climb on her lap, face down, with my bottom right in the middle of her lap. Next she would get the bulb nozzle and put a dollup of vaseline on the end of it, fill it with the soapy water, insert it in my bottom and squeeze the contents into my bottom, repeating the procedure five or six times until I was crying and pleading with her to let me release the enema. After a good five minutes or more, she would have me sit on the potty chair and expel the enema. Once I turned 12, the only change was the use of an enema bag with me on the floor on all fours.