Peter and John, two normally mischievous ten year old twins didn't feel so good. They were homesick - they had been sent to stay with Aunt Maisie in the country to keep them safe from the epidemic of scarlet fever which was sweeping the town where they lived.
Aunt Maisie was much younger than their mother, and very much more stern - the first thing she had done when they arrived was to point to the razor strop that hung on the wall of the kitchen and tell them that she didn't take any nonsense from small boys - she would blister their backsides if they stepped out of line.
Their cousin Janet had added to the general misery. She was thirteen and even more bossy than her mother. What was more, she seemed to be determined to get the boys into trouble - any deviation from instant obedience brought the threat to tell her mother and the awful possibility of a strapping.
That was why they were letting Janet take them into a secluded part of the woods. She finally halted in a small clearing and made them stand in line.
"It's time for your medical examination. Take your clothes off."
The twins looked at each other in horror. It wasn't that they were shy about being naked - Aunt Maisie scrubbed them both in the bath and that didn't matter at all - but there was something about Janet's expression that they didn't like.
"No. It's rude."
She smiled malevolently.
"If you don't do what I way, I'll tell mummy that you looked up my skirt. Then you'll get strapped on your bare bottoms."
The twins believed her. They didn't actually have much interest in girl's knickers, but Aunt Maisie wouldn't believe that, would she? Not when her own daughter accused them. Slowly and unwillingly the boys undressed until they stood naked, shivering slightly despite the warmth of the day.
"Stand on that rock."
Wearily they climbed on to the top of a flat rock, a process which brought their genitals to Janet's eye level. They squirmed with embarrassment as she brought her face to within inches and then took a willy in each hand.
"These are silly things."
"No they aren't. We can pee standing up. We don't have to wear skirts so that we can take our knickers down."
Then they both yelled as her grip tightened on their juvenile organs. She pulled and twisted until they clung desperately to each other while tears ran down their cheeks.
"They're silly. Aren't they?"
"YES!"
Janet gave a satisfied smile, then turned her attention to the skin which covered the end of each penis.
"Does it hurt of you pull this back?"
"Yes."
"GOOD!"
Both boys writhed in agony as she forced their foreskins back as far as she could before examining them again.
"Why is it purple?"
"Don't know. It just is."
"It smells funny."
There was no answer to that. The boys prayed that she would lose interest. No such luck.
"Turn round. Kneel down."
It was an awful experience. Both boys were reduced to floods of tears as their cousin peered and probed at their bum holes and finally administered a spiteful coup-de-grace by grabbing their miniature balls and squeezing them hard before she ran off laughing.
The assault increased their homesickness. They spent the night in deepest misery, clinging to each other in their bed and praying for some miracle where their own mother would suddenly appear and deliver them from the clutches of their tyrant cousin. Morning found them deep in despair - they picked at their breakfasts and wandered deep into the wood, anywhere to avoid Janet.
The boys settled on a clearing next to a stream - at least they had water to drink - and discussed their predicament. The troubled night caught up with them and they dropped off to sleep whist planning to run away.
"MOTHER - here they are!"
The twins woke with the shock of hearing Janet's voice. Aunt Maisie appeared and Janet indicated the miscreants.
"There they are!"
Aunt Maisie looked concerned.
"What on earth are you two doing here? Why didn't you come home for lunch? We've been so worried about you."
Peter looked at John while he tried to think up some excuse - they were in deep trouble. Janet turned to her mother.
"I think you should give them the strap for worrying you so much."
Peter felt cold with fear.
"We don't feel very well. We came here where it's quiet. I'm sorry we missed lunch."
Aunt Maisie looked concerned.
"You didn't eat much breakfast either. What's the trouble?"
Janet looked disappointed - it seemed that she was to be denied the pleasure of seeing their small bottoms jumping and reddening under the force of the strap. Then an expression of pure malignancy flitted across her face.
"I think they both need a good clear-out. They should each have an enema."
She knew she had succeeded by the expressions of horror on their faces. Aunt Maisie thought for a while.
"Maybe you're right. They've been looking off colour for a few days. Yes - enemas it is. Come along, boys."
The boys trailed miserably behind their aunt as she led the way back to the house. It wasn't exactly the thought of being given an enema that worried them - in the world of the 1930s the procedure was practically an everyday occurrence. In the absence of antibiotics, where the only treatment for infection was supportive care while the body repaired itself, the enema was employed by most parents at the first sign of fever or digestive upset. But an enema was a mummy thing, performed in a warm and cosy bathroom. It was sort of slightly daring, an invasion of your bottom, an area normally out of bounds. It felt special, a gently exciting process that gave you a feeling that nothing else could reproduce. It certainly wasn't something that you wanted your auntie to do!
The walk was made worse by Janet's whispers as she hugely enjoyed their unease.
"You're really going to get it now! Just wait until you see how big the tube is! You'll get at least a gallon of water!"
When they arrived at the house, the twins were sent to their room with instructions to get undressed. They sat, naked, side by side on the bed, awaiting their summons.
It finally came in the shape of Janet, grinning with unholy glee.
"You have to come to the bathroom. Now."
John and Peter looked at each other, then back to Janet.
"You're not coming... Are you?"
"Of course I am. I'm going to enjoy this."
It was like following the hangman to the execution chamber as the twins walked on leaden feet towards the bathroom. There, on a small wall shelf, was the familiar enamelled can and its long rubber tail snaking downwards. The air was scented with the smell of soap and hot water, a memory that would last them for the rest of their lives. And one mystery was solved - they had never understood why the bathroom had a long, leather-covered bench in it until they saw it covered by a large towel.
Aunt Maisie seemed cheerful as she picked up the rubber tube, making its end jump up and down as she inserted it in a pot of Vaseline.
"Who's going first? Up on the couch with you."
John volunteered - it was always better to get it over with rather than have the added misery of watching while it happened to somebody else. He climbed on to the couch and lay face down like he did at home.
"Not that way, silly boy. Lie on your back."
Puzzled, he turned over, wondering just how she was going to get at his bottom in that position. Janet leaped forward.
"I'll hold his feet for you."
She grabbed John's ankles and lifted them in the air, pushing his legs back until his knees contacted his chest. For the first time in his life, John felt embarrassed - this was the most undignified position that he had ever experienced. Janet pulled harder, lifting John's bottom from the couch, exposing his anus.
"Good girl. Now it's time for the rabbit to go into his little burrow...."
John struggled briefly as the greased tube slid home, then relaxed once it was inside. Janet lowered his feet to the couch and then nodded to her mother.
"I'll rub his tummy?"
"Yes thank you, dear."
Janet began a slow circular massage of the boy's stomach as the warm liquid started to flow. John relaxed - this wasn't bad at all. Then Janet took the opportunity when her mother was momentarily distracted to grab his willy and give it a few gentle squeezes.
John was transfixed by the sudden stab of pleasure - he fiddled with his willy, of course, just like all of the boys, but it had never sent a message of this intensity in reply. His cousin rapidly snatched her hand away before her mother could see what she had done and then adopted a tone of righteous horror as she pointed to his erection.
"Look, mother - the dirty little boy! He needs a good strapping!"
John cringed, but Aunt Maisie just laughed.
"Don't be silly, Janet. His little man is just saying hello."
Then John almost died with shock as Aunt Maisie tickled his willy while she was laughing at Janet. Mummy had certainly never done that - but it felt wonderful. Then the laughter faded and Aunt Maisie looked hard at her daughter.
"And just how, madam, do you know so much about it? What exactly have you been getting up to with that Richard boy?"
Janet backed away, her face pale.
"Nothing. Anyway - it's private."
Aunt Maisie's face was like thunder.
"It most certainly is not private. We'll go into this later - and I have a feeling that it won't be the boys who get strapped today."
John jumped as the tube was plucked out of his bottom, then leaped from the couch and squatted on the toilet, the pleasure in his willy augmented by the delicious prospect of Janet getting her comeuppance.
"Peter - on the couch."
Peter winced at the sternness in her voice. He quickly got into position, hardly noticing that his willy was already pointing at the ceiling. He kept quiet while Aunt Maisie did his enema - she was certainly suddenly in a very bad mood. Why was there all of this fuss? Children played doctors and nurses all of the time, didn't they?
Janet was sulking, resentful at being caught out. Richard's big willy was her favourite toy - she loved the way he begged her to play with it, the power it gave her to give or withhold pleasure, the funny noises he made when she rubbed it harder and harder until the stuff came out. Now she was in for one of mummy's sessions - stretched out over the table with the strap hovering for instant punishment of any prevarication. She would have to tell all of it - even the way she sometimes let him put the very end of it inside her if he was an extra good boy. And then mother would tell Richard's mother - and he would probably get caned by his father. It was all the twin's fault - she would get her own back with interest later.
"Janet - your turn. Get undressed."
Janet blanched. This was the wrong way round - she always kept her clothes on and made boys take theirs off.
"Make them go away. They're only children."
That was exactly the wrong thing for Janet to say. Maisie was already fuming at the prospect of her daughter playing around with a boy.
"You're only a child too. Get undressed."
"Not in front of two little boys."
"You seem to have been undressing with Richard - not get those clothes off for your enema."
"NO!"
Maisie turned to the twins who had forgotten their nakedness in the face of the incredible developments.
"Will one of you boys go and fetch the strap so that I can teach this madam that she is still young enough to have her bottom tanned?"
To their intense disappointment, Janet immediately began to strip.
"All right, mother - I'm getting ready."
Now that was interesting. The twins' eyes almost popped out of their heads. Janet had tits! Not big ones, but definitely tits. And, unbelievably, she had hair on her belly. Short, dark, curly hair that covered the front of her pee-place.
"Mummy - they're laughing at me!"
"Just like Richard, I suppose? Or maybe he didn't laugh? Up on that couch, young lady."
The boot was really on the other foot now. It was sweet revenge to see tears running down Janet's face.
"You boys can take a leg each."
They each felt a thrill as the greased tube slid smoothly out of sight into Janet's bottom, just below the end of her pee-slit. The boys gazed with interest - they had never seen those girl places close up before. Those rumours that girls did have little willies were obviously false - there was no sign of anything even remotely resembling one - just a damp slit - she must have peed herself a bit!
The twins went to bed with a sense of great satisfaction. John wondered out loud.
"Peter - you know how babies come out of girls' bottoms?"
"Yes. So what?"
"How don't they come out when she goes to the lavatory? Why don't they get all covered in poo?"
Peter shrugged.
"Probably God stops it happening."
Their conversation was interrupted by the distant sound of leather striking flesh and a wail from their cousin. They hugged each other in unholy glee. John wasn't finished though.
"Can boys have babies?"
"No, stupid. You have to be a lady and married, then your husband puts his willy up your bottom and makes a baby. And later it comes out."
John twitched the muscles in his bottom, feeling the thick film of grease that an enema always left there. The other thing was that it made you empty - no poo inside. So you could do the special thing.
"You want to go first?"
"Okay."
They wriggled out of their pyjama pants and John lay face down with his legs wide apart. Despite what Janet thought, it was good being a boy. You could do the special thing without making a baby. He grunted with pleasure, then abandoned himself to the joy of sex - with the added savour of more distant wails....
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