I've written versions of this elsewhere but I feel the need to share it here.
To make a long story short - me and my sister hatedd each other as kids. We started to **** up each others things - breaking toys, writing in front pages of books. It was like a secret war, mom and dad never found out...until one day I damaged something by accident my sister had one of those old fisher-price record pla
Then it happened. They pretended like it was spontaneous, but they must've planned it cause they had the little dish of oily melting soap ready. Dad said something about the days when I was younger and they used to spank me with a hairbrush. Then he said aren't you going to help her "do"? Mom stopped spanking me, took the hairbrush and dipped the handle in the soap, spread my *** cheeks a little, and pushed the handle all the way up my poor little dooey-chute. Every time they put the soap up there it hurt, but the hairbrush was the hardest thing Id ever had up the smellhole (at that time!) and it really hurt! I couldnt believe they'd do that! Mom gave the handle a few twists and turns to spread the soap around, but that wasn't enough for her. She pulled the handle out, and sure enough it came out with a bit of doo on it. So then she took a glycerin suppository and pushed that up my smellhole, and then pushed the handle in 1 more time just to ramrod the suppository in deeper. Then it was over and I was left alone to sit on the toilet and cry, and feel sorry, and wait to do my doo. An it worked it made me do a big smelly but my *** was hurting for a while after it. At least my mom saw that it was too much and she never did that again.