When I was 11 or 12, (I'm a boy), I was allowed to take my own baths. I loved baths because I could play with my boats and other toys. One night, after spending lots of time in the tub playing with my boats, I realized that the water had gotten cold, so I got out, dried off and pulled my pajama bottoms on - having never even touched the soap to actually wash.
Just then, the door opened and my mom was there. She looked in and saw that the water in the tub was still basically clear and clean - not cloudy with soap etc. as it is after a propert bath.
She went sort of nuts! "You didn't take a bath! That water is still clean and your hair is still dry!"
Then grabbed me by the arm and pulled me toward her and the tub and yelled, "Did you take a bath?"
"Ummmmmmmm, yes, yesssssssssssssss" is all I could come up with.
"You're lying, and you know it." She yelled.
"If you can't take a bath on your own, then I'll bath you myself."
(Note, that I have been taking baths by myself for years up to now, and at 11 or 12 was certainly aware of my body and was not about to have my mom see me naked or give me a bath. I was in 6th grade! d**n!)
She gripped my upper arm hard with one hand, and with the other, pulled my pjs down to my ankles - my little weiner bouncing about in front of her. I was mortified and screamed and tried to pull away with no success at all - not a chance.
She pushed me into the tub of cold water; pushed me down onto my knees, and pushed my head into the water to wet my hair. Then proceeded to wash my hair and rinse it.
Then she stood me up right in front of her, pushed my hands away from my genitals which I was trying to cover, and soaped my whole body; her slippery, soapy hands going everywhere on my not so little boy body, extremely embarrassed. I was crying.
The bathroom door was still open from when my mom first opened it, and with all of my mom's yelling and my crying, my older sister, ( 2 years older than me), showed up in the doorway to see what was going on. I was beyond mortified!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My hands instantly when to cover my privates, but my mom took advantage of the moment to further enbarrass the h**l out of me, (She hated lying.) , and pushed my hands away and proceeded to soap up my medium sized little d**k and balls right in front of my sister.
My mom turned to my sister and said, "Your little brother isn't old enough to bath himself yet. Do you need me for something?"
"No," She said sort of caught off guard with what was happening in front of her. She stayed there, watching, and my mom didn't tell her to go away.
Then my mom pushed me down into the water to rinse the soap from my body. In my head I was crying for all of this to stop and be over - But it wasn't.
My sister was still watching; I was still crying.
Rinsed off, she pulled me out of the tub, and standing there naked, she dried every inch of my body, then said, "Do you think you can put your pajamas on by yourself?"
I just stood there, my hands covering my weiner; my sister was STILL there.
"Well, I'm waiting."
And I realized that I was supposed to get my pjs on with her watching. So I reached them from the froor and stepped into them, one foot at a time, and stood there, still sniffling through my tears.
"From now on, I'll be giving you your bath every night young man - like it or not! And if I can't do it, your sister will do it for me." And she turned toward my sister and said, " You can do this for me if I'm busy can't you?
And my sister really smiled, shaking her head, 'Yes,' Looking straight at me.
I looked at her through my tears, not believing what was happening to my life; Every night! c**p! I might as well be dead. My first thought was that she was NEVER going to give me a bath; NEVER!
My mom gave me a push toward the door saying, "Go to bed."
I ran out and to my room, slamming the door as hard as I could.
This is an absolutely true story. I am 65 now and I remember that night as if it were yesterday. My mom and more often my sister, did give me baths every night for quite awhile. I guess it was my puberty that allowed me take baths by myself again, but I do remember that I was into puberty, not just starting. That certainly is another story, particularly the first time I had to get a bath by my sister. That was quite a happening, for lack of a better word.
You can email me at: firstname.lastname@example.org if you have a similar experience, or would like to know what happened after this.
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