One beautiful summer day when I was about 11 years old my mom's sister
and her two sons came over to our house for a visit. My cousins where
about my age and they brought their new super squirters with them. While
my aunt and my mom sat out on the deck visiting we, kids, were playing.
It wasn't long before the boys filled their super squirters with water
and were chasing me with them trying to get me wet. I ran into the house
for protection because I knew they wouldn't squirt me there. I wanted to
get them back so I started looking everywhere for something to squirt
then with and I ended up in our bathroom. Looking under the washbasin I
found the small enema syringe mom used to use on my sister and me for
enemas. That just might work, I thought so I filled it up with water and
went back out to seek my retribution on the boys. Everything was going
fine until my mom noticed what I had. She wasn't happy about that and
called me over and asked me if I knew what that syringe was for. Of
course I knew but for some reason I told her no. "OK, young lady I will
show you" she said. She asked my aunt to excuse her for a few minutes
while she reminded me what it was for.
She took me in to the bathroom, took a bar of Ivory soap and put it into
the warm water in washbasin. She then filled up the syringe with the
soapy water. She sat down and told me to come over and lay across her
lap. At that moment I knew what she wanted to do and I didn't want that.
I tried to run but she grabbed my arm and before I knew it, I was laying
across her lap. As she lifted my skirt and started to pull down my
panties I started to object, "mommie I don't want that, please don't." I
cried as I tried to pull up my panties. "Lay still young lady, you are
going to remind you what this is for, I am going to give you an enema
with it. This is not a toy." she said. Instead of just laying there and
cooperating I started to kick and cry. "Stop it or I'll give you
something to cry about". mom said., but I kept fighting and crying that
I didn't want an enema until I felt a loud hard smack on my bare bottom.
Oh did it hurt but the next couple hurt even more. I quit fighting but
didn't stop crying. Through my tears I begged her not to give me an
enema. I didn't realize it but everyone in the back yard heard me.
Before I knew it I felt the little black nozzle of the syringe slid into
my butt hole. Next I felt the warm water enter into me as mom squeezed
the red bulb and I screamed "I don't want an enema.". That didn't stop
mom as she gave me another 4 bulbs full. Finally she left me up and told
me to use the commode. She told me that after I was done I could take a
bath and put on clean clothes and came back outside.
Later when I came outside I sat there with mom and my aunt. Aunt Helen
had also made her sons sit there. As I sat there with them Aunt Helen
asked me if my enema made me feel better. No sooner did she asked me
that question she was sorry that she did because the boys started
laughing and saying "Robin got an enema, Robin full of poop" My aunt
realized that I was embarrassed by the boys teasing and she told them to
stop it and apologize to me. They both said they were sorry but every
time they looked at me they giggled. Finally my aunt said," OK boys,
when we get home I am going to give both of you enemas. Maybe I should
ask Robin if she wants to come over and watch you get enemas. What do
you think?" That made both of them stop laughing and they both quickly
Later that night as I laid in my bed I couldn't help thinking across
town my cousins were laying across my aunts lap as she gave them their
enema. I laid there a long time enjoying that thought. While I laid
there another thought came to me. If it wasn't for the spanking the
enema didn't feel bad, in fact the more I thought about it I decided it
felt pretty nice.
A week later my aunt brought the boys over again for another visit and
we were playing. While playing I remembered that they were to get enemas
after they went home the previous week and I couldn't help but ask them
how did they like their enemas. Neither one would answer me so I kept
teasing them about the enemas. Tommy, my older cousin said "We didn't
get enema only girls got enemas." Well you know how kids are and pretty
soon we were calling each other names. Our moms overheard us and came
out to see what was wrong. I looked at my aunt and asked "Aunt Helen ,
did you give Tommy and Jimmy enemas, Tommy said you didn't. He said only
girls get enemas, that not true is it?" She said yes they both got
enemas and if they aren't careful they will get another one tonight.
Soon we were all sitting around the kitchen table blaming each other for
the fuss. Aunt Helen asked who started the argument and I blamed the
boys for teasing me about my enema and they blamed me. Finally my aunt
looked at my mom and asked her what she thought they should do to end
the argument. Mom said "Maybe all three of them need enemas." Aunt Helen
then said "OK boys, so you want another enema. Jane can I use you enema
bulb and give these boys an enema right now?" To my surprise my mom said
"Yes you can but only if you give Robin enema also."
Before we knew it, mom went into the bathroom and got out the red bulb
syringe and filled washbasin with warm soapy water. Aunt Helen marched
all three of us into the bathroom and had us stand in line. All three of
us kids tried to talk our way out of it but it was of no use, we were
doomed. She asked who wanted to get their enema first and the boys both
said that I should be first and I said the boys should be first.
Aunt Helen said "Jimmy, you are the oldest, you are almost 12 so maybe
you should be first". He protested and said I should be first since it
was my fault. Tommy quickly agreed. Aunt Helen looked at me and asked me
who should be first. I said, "Tommy because he called me enema girl."
"OK Tommy come here." Aunt Helen said. Tommy tried to get away but his
fate was sealed. I watch wide eyed as my aunt pulled him across her lap,
pulled down his shorts and his underwear. He was crying and kicking his
feet trying avoid his enema. As he was fighting I saw his penis. I never
saw one before and I was mesmerized by the sight of it. I wanted to ask
what it was and why didn't I have one but I didn't. I snapped out of it
when my aunt smacked his bare bottom to get him to cooperate. She gave
him several smacks before he quit fighting. Next she spread his cheeks,
applied some Vaseline and slid the little black nozzle into his bottom.
Both Jimmy and I watched every move Aunt Helen did as Tommy got his
enema. After seeing his spanking before his enema I told myself that I
wouldn't fight it, I didn't want a spanking. After several bulbs she
told Tommy that he could go to the commode let it out but if he let any
drip out he would get another enema. He ran to the commode crying but he
didn't lose a drop.
As Tommy was relieving himself Aunt Helen looked at my mom and asked her
if she wanted to give Jimmy his enema. She said she would and Jimmy
started to cry. Aunt Helen said, "Jimmy drop your pants and you
underwear and go lay across Aunt Jane's lap. I want you to take your
enema like a big boy. You don't want Aunt Jane to spank you, like I
spanked Tommy do you?" He did as he was told to, trying to keep himself
covered but again I couldn't get my eyes off of his penis as he laid
across my mom's lap. He did not fight but he cried as she gave him his
enema. When she was done and told him to go to the commode. As he ran to
the commode, I was shocked to see his penis had gotten bigger. I wanted
to know what happened but I decided that this wasn't the right time.
Then it hit me, I was going to receive an enema and my cousins were
going to watch as I got it. Suddenly I had an idea, I wasn't going to
fight it and I wasn't going to cry like the boys did. As I walked up for
my turn, my mom asked my aunt if she wanted to give me my enema. She
said, "Yes I would like to, you know I have never given a girl an enema
and Robin is so sweet. I know she will show my boy how a big girl takes
enema, won't you Robin?" All I could say was yes. I put on my bravest
face, tried to smile and walked up to her. I lifted my skirt and lowered
my panties and laid across her lap. I tried to do it without letting the
boys see much of me. As I laid across her lap and waited, I wanted to
cry because of the embarrassment but I didn't. It took all my effort but
I kept the smile on my face as I looked at my cousins.. I was going to
show the boys how a big girl took her enema. Aunt Helens hands felt so
nice and cool as I felt her spread my cheeks, then she rubbed my rectum
with Vaseline. I was surprised as she pushed her finger into my rectum
to insure that I was well lubed. I still remember how good it felt as
she slid the nozzle into me and slowly squeezed the warm water into my
bowels. After she put four bulbs into me she asked me if I wanted to use
the commode. I really didn't want anymore but I wanted to show up the
boys and I told her "Will you give me some more?" She gave me two more
bulbs and then told me that I better use the commode. Again I wanted to
run but not wanting the boys to know how bad I had to go I took my time,
I bent over and pulled up my panties and slowly walked to the commode.
Unknown to the boy I was squeezing my cheeks as tight as I could trying
not to leak.
Later as we sat a the table having ice cream my aunt couldn't stop
complementing me on the way I took my enema, she said I took my enema
better than a lot of grown ups do. I have often wondered how often my
cousins got enema and did their penis always get bigger during an enema.