Re: Mouth Soaping

> Would anyone like to share any experiences of or stories including mouth > soaping I have always been turned on by mouth soaping. I had my mouth washed out twice as a kid, and I definitely did not enjoy it, but I got excited when I heard about anybody else getting their mouths washed. When I was a teenager I worked in a local library. There was a 10 or 11 year old girl who used to hang around me a lot. She wasn't a bad kid, but she did have the habit of name-calling. Nothing obscene, stuff like "dummy", "idiot", etc. I decided that I would try to get an excuse to wash her mouth out. One day after she called me a name, I asked her if she had ever had her mouth washed out with soap. She was a little startled that I asked that, but she said yes. At school a teacher had heard someone else use a bad word, thought it was her, dragged her to the bathroom and washed her mouth out. I still think that is exciting, to think of her wrongly accused and knowing that she's going to have her mouth washed out with soap, being afraid and protesting her innocence, and then having her mouth washed out, then having to go back to class knowing that everybody is laughing at her, and that the girl who did swear is smirking and knowing she got away with it, and sitting in school with the soap taste all day long. I told her if she kept calling me names she would get her mouth washed out with soap. I made sure she knew it. I reminded her that she had had her mouth washed out before, and asked if she wanted it again. She said no, she hated it. After I mentioned the soap, her language improved, but she still slipped occasionally. Each time she did, I'd remind her about the soap. One day she called me a dummy. I told her she really would get her mouth washed out with soap if she did it again. Then just a little while later, she called me a blockhead. "OK, that did it. Come here." I grabbed her by her arm and took her around the corner and opened the door to the janitor's closet. She probably had never noticed it there. I opened the door. She jumped a little bit when she saw the sink. I pushed her up against the sink, turned on the water and took a bar of Ivory soap off the counter and began wetting it. "I told you again and again and again what would happen if you kept calling me names, didn't I? OK, open your mouth and stick out your tongue." And she did. At that point, if she had said no, or put her hands over her mouth, or clamped her mouth shut, it was all over. But she knew she had been a bad girl and was getting what was coming to her. I rubbed the soap over her tongue about half a dozen times. Then I told her to go to the girls' bathroom and rinse her mouth out. When she came out, I told her I was sorry I had to do that, but I had warned her. She stayed in the library for a while before she went home. Then I was afraid that she would tell her parents or the librarians and all hell would break loose. She never did. She never hung around me as much as she did before the soaping, and I rarely heard he call anyone a name. I did catch her one time and asked her if she wanted me to get the soap again. She blushed and said no. I still get a rush remembering it. Sent via Deja.com http://www.deja.com/ Share what you know. Learn what you don't.