We lived in the small prairie town of Marino in the south east part of
Colorado. I was about five years old. We didn't live in Marino for a very
long time and I don't remember making many friends except for one little
girl that lived next door.
Her name was so unusual that I remember I still today. Neddie Jean Junk. She
was a year or two older than me and I think of Hawaiian descent. I thought
she was very pretty. She had darker skin than I and rich black silky hair.

  Her mother often had a nursing uniform on when she came home from work.
This probably explains why Neddie liked to play doctor. The Junks lived in a
much bigger home than we did and it was always easy to find places in it to
hide and play.

  Our favorite place to play was the basement. A long flight of wooden steps
led to the first landing and then another shorter flight ended on the
concrete floor. It wasn't a finished basement. It was mainly used for the
storage of unused items and furniture. There were boxes and chairs, books
and drawers. Several snow sleds hung from the rafters. A well stocked pantry
was along one wall and the black coal furnace sat in one corner. Two
basement windows let enough light in to see fairly well.
We played "store" and "cowboys and indian's". She had her dolls and tea set
down there too.

  I suppose, due to the fact her mother was a nurse, one pretend thing we
did was to play "doctor". Most children's toys are wooden or plastic
imitations of the real thing. Neddies' doctor toys were the real thing. She
had a stethoscope, doctors bag, real thermometers and little metal and
rubber hammer used in testing reflexes. I don't know if she had her mothers
permission to play with these things but I was impressed.

  Neddie always got to be the doctor and I always the played the patient. I
didn't mind since I received all her attention.
Neddies' "examination table" was three wooden chairs sat side by side and a
long towel over the seats. She liked to start the examinations by listening
to my heart with her stethoscope and I had to pull my shirt up . At some
point I would have to lower my pants for the rest of the examination. I do
remember it feeling a little bit naughty.

 On one occasion Neddie took some Noxima cold cream in her hand and rubbed
it all over buttock, scrotum and penis. I will never forget it. I didn't
understand these wonderful sensations but knew I liked it...a lot!  I was in
love with her and would have done anything to please her.  To this day,  I
get an erection just smelling Noxima.

  During one inauspicious session, I found myself lying across the
'examination table' on my tummy. My pants were down around my ankles and
Neddie was inserting the tip some sort of rubber syringe in my bottom. There
was nothing in the bulb but air. She would squeeze the bulb and I could feel
the air blow me up. She would remove the tip and  allow it to expand and
then reinsert it, filling me with more air. After a three or four times I
would let go with a long loud "fart". We would laugh hysterically, then do
it again.

I guess we having to much fun and making to much noise. The basement door
opened and Neddies' mothers voice called to us. "What are you children doing
down there?"  It scared the wits out of me. I tried to pull my pants up as
fast as I could, but Neddies' mother must have seem the whole thing. In a
second she was standing over us. She grabbed Neddie and began to
bare butt spank the living daylights out of her. I just stood there in
quaking in fear, thinking I was next. After her spanking, Neddie was sent to
her room.

I was sent home after a short lecture. I couldn't tell you what she said, if
my life depended on it. All I knew was that I was expecting mom to find out
and receive the same punishment that Neddie received.  Never a word was
said, much to my relief.  I don't ever remember seeing Neddie again after
that incident, but she has fondly occupied a secret part of my memory ever
since. Neddie...wherever you are,  I love you......and sorry about the
spanking.

In fact this is a true story.

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