An enema wasn't very common in my household in the 40s but they did occur. I remember my first one when I was around 6 or 7: I was sitting on the toilet and not having any luck. My mother knocked on the door and asked how I was doing. I said something like, "nothing will come out". Next think I knew, she opened the door and came in carrying a green enema bag with a child-size, black nozzle on the hose. I asked her what she was doing, and she replied, "I'm going to give you an enema." She filled the bag with water and swished a bar of soap in it. She hung it on a nail and said, "Bend over." She inserted the nozzle and I remember feeling a burning pain. I suspect she either didn't lubricate it well, or she used soap to do it. I cried and cried. Not a great experience! Another one that I remember when I was around 10. The doctor had asked for a stool sample for some reason or other. I hadn't had a bm for a while so my mother decide to hurry things up. She had me stand facing the toilet with a pan on the floor behind me to catch the stools. She inserted a suppository and waited. Nothing happened. So, she got out the old green bag and gave me an enema. THat worked of course. It wasn't until I was a teenager that I realized that the idea of an enema was a turn on. Just thinking about one or reading about them got me very excited.

If there was soap on the nozzle it would burn, especially if you were unused to it - but was it just the very fact that you were being "anally penetrated" that hurt and brought on the tears?

Enemas were sometimes used in my childhood home. They were kept quiet. I had one occasionally, but we never made a big deal of it. But when my aunt, my father's sister-in-law, visited, Mom discussed enemas openly with her. Maybe Mom needed somebody to talk it over with . . .

An enema wasn't very common in my household in the 40s but they did occur. I remember my first one when I was around 6 or 7: I was sitting on the toilet and not having any luck. My mother knocked on the door and asked how I was doing. I said something like, "nothing will come out". Next think I knew, she opened the door and came in carrying a green enema bag with a child-size, black nozzle on the hose. I asked her what she was doing, and she replied, "I'm going to give you an enema." She filled the bag with water and swished a bar of soap in it. She hung it on a nail and said, "Bend over." She inserted the nozzle and I remember feeling a burning pain. I suspect she either didn't lubricate it well, or she used soap to do it. I cried and cried. Not a great experience! Another one that I remember when I was around 10. The doctor had asked for a stool sample for some reason or other. I hadn't had a bm for a while so my mother decide to hurry things up. She had me stand facing the toilet with a pan on the floor behind me to catch the stools. She inserted a suppository and waited. Nothing happened. So, she got out the old green bag and gave me an enema. THat worked of course. It wasn't until I was a teenager that I realized that the idea of an enema was a turn on. Just thinking about one or reading about them got me very excited.

That is what was always called the "hot water bottle bag" in my house. I never had the pleasure of using it, and it was always out of my reach until I was about 12. Who woulda thought that my parents would.....well....I can't think about that kind of thing....grin.

In our house the red rubber open top enema bag was stored on the top shelf of the linen closet. If I had sniffles that developed into a heavy cold it was aspirin and into bed for me. The next morning the enema bag would come out. After a good cleaning out it was hung in the shower to dry. The memory of it lasts to this day and I still use a red open top bag.

Looked the old style Red Enema bag and long black curved nozzle which was more for douching. It felt good up my ass.

I was born in the late 50's and my mother and aunt gave me and my sisters enemas for constipation or stomach aches. I was not fond of enemas and the rituals at the time but now have a huge fetish for rubber, enema bags and giving and revcieving enemas.

I was born in the 40"s and enemas were very common and always hanging in the back of the bathroom door. My mother was an RN and my sister and I got an enema every Sunday afternoon. The enema was usuall hung in the large doorway between the living room and the dining room and we would get down, one at a time, in the knee chest position usuall fully nude to receive our enema. Mother also believed sex was something that should be open and not hidden thus we were naked. When I began to get an erection with my enema, she insisted I rub my penis utill I ejaculated, thus showing my sister how babies begin.

Enemas in those years were so common place it was not at all unusual to see Enema Equipment displays in the store front windows of the local Drug stores.

Billy Joe

the one I remember more than most was in the early 50's, I was born in the mid forty's, my aunt was staying with us and she( not knowing at the she used them often on herself and my cousins)told my mother it didn't seem to be going enough and hence I was led into the bathroom and out came the can and a 30 in colon tube, I had seen them in the closet for years but didn't have a clue what they were for, I was about to find out, was told to strip to my shorts and my aunt filled the can with warm water and ivory soap, i was told to lay across my mom's lap and it started, the tube was slowly inserted as the water went in, I wasn't sure what was happening but ya my little 8 yr old pee pee got hard and it all felt good for a while, until the cramps started and my aunt said I had to it all or start over, I can still feel the warmth of my mom's hand on my rump holding in the tube.

That was the start of my life into the E scene, I have tried most things you can imagine over the years and can not say I have ever had one I didn't love

I was born at the start of WWII. My father was overseas and my mother ran a day care for all the mothers that work in the defense industry. Many times a mother would ask her to administer an enema. I usually stood by the door and either watched or listened. I was always interested in the procedures. The enema was just a common occurrence. Most of the kids just accepted them. A few put up a fuss but to no avail.

I was born in 1953. Like most here, enemas were common and often used in my house. Although, most of the enemas were taken by my grandmother or myself. However, one day I came home from school early and found Mom in her bathroom taking an enema. She didn't get up or anything. She just smiled up at me and let the water continue its onslaught into her. When she came out of the bathroom about 30 minutes later, she was carrying a full bag and came over to where I sat watching television and asked if I wanted her to give me what she had prepared. I immediately got up and together, Mom and myself, went back toher bathroom where I was administered not 1, but three good enemas. Thank you Mom so much!

In my cousins' family my uncle was the one most concerned abot regularity and enemas. This uncle was my mother's brother. He would tell one of my cousins to get the jar. That meant go to the fridge and get the jar of suppositories. Then that cousin would drop his pants and underwear and bend across a circular ottoman that my uncle used and my uncle would push a suppository up his ass. My uncle would ask, "Can you feel it working yet?" When the answer was no my uncle would say to my aunt, "You better mix an enema. The suppository doesn't seem to be doing Ray any good." He would tell my cousin to get the bag. My cousin would get the bag and an oil cloth sheet and a pillow. The sheet was stretched on the powder room floor and the pillow was rolled so my cousin would fall back on it and have his ass raised so my uncle could easily push the nozzle into his ass.

One time I was there and my uncle told me to get out of my clothes. I asked, "What for?" He said so I can get an enema up your ass. (Of course I knew, why otherwise I would never be told to undress) Your mother told me you were having a problem moving your bowels. I was. Every day from 2 to 22 my mother asked if my bowels had moved. From the time I was 12 until I was 16 she kept a record of my answers. After three days with no action it was enema time. Both of our families had an open top enema bag that was hung from a hook in a hall closet.

This day I was 15 and my oldest cousin around 17 hung in the doorway and watched me strip. Naturally I sprung a boner and my cousin laughed and said are you going to massage your dick. My uncle said and what happens when you get an enema. You grow one, don't you. The enema made me do what I needed to do. I always felt hungry after an enema cleaned me out.

When I came out of the bathroom my uncle said to my cousin I have enough enema left over to give you one. Get out of your clothes so I can fill you. My cousin said I'm okay. I don't need one. My uncle said we'll see. Get our clothes off. My cousin got out of his clothes and his dick was a board. He got on the floor and my uncle greased his crack and hole and pushed the nozzle in him and filled him. My cousin said let me up. I have to go. My uncle said you have to hold it longer, but it started to seep out of my cousin's hole so my uncle told him to get on the commode.

Same for me. Enemas were the standard home remedy for the flu, bad cold, or whatever ailed me that didn't go away within a day or two on it's own, back in the late 40"s and early 50's.

I was born in 1959 but got enemas all through the 60's and even the early 70's. My mom believed that most ailments could be dealt with by aspirin and an enema, if those didn't work then it was time to see the doctor. Often the doctor's nurse would tell my mother to give me an enema, but usually mom had already done that. In our house, enemas were all the same in that they were between 1 and 2 quarts of warm water made soapy with Ivory and administered from a red combination syringe. It did not matter if I told mom that I didn't need one because I had been going to the bathroom because her response was that a good cleaning out would never hurt any way.

When I was young I was not terribly cooperative about taking an enema, but got one any way. Soon I figured out that just getting the enema was better than getting both spanked and the enema so I tended to settle down. Some years after that I more or less figured that I also felt better afterward and on one occasion as a teenager actually asked for one.

While we wouldn't talk about them that much during those times, all the kids knew that enemas were part of the home remedy thing. Enema bags and bulbs were standard fixtures in the homes of many of my friends and nobody thought twice about it.

Yes, when I was a lad (1940s 1950s) enemas and temperature 'monitoring' were very commonly prescribed, recommended, and, oh, of course, administered. My Mum would occasionally make the decision on her own; but I think this was because of her long experience (I was her 4th kid), she knew, if she phoned the doctor, chances were he'd ask what my temperature was, and an enema would very likely be prescribed. Then, if the problem (or symptoms) persisted, she was to call back for an appointment. I bet many 'unnecessary' doctor visits were averted by this simple course of action. .

Yes, bedrest, aspirin and usually a "good" soapy enema was very standard treatment for kids and also adults. When other kids mentioned their parents. When other kids When other kids mentioned them it made us feel better that we were not alone. This site does that too.

In the 1940's and 50's medical treatments were less complicated than today. A good cleaning out with a soapsuds enema and rest in bed was usually the basis of good home medical treatment, and they usually worked. In simple illnesses simple treatments to stimulate the body's healing capacity should be preferred to antibiotics which are used far to much. In the 1940's and 1950's when we were ill in our family we could almost always look forward to a date with the enema bag. It was one of my mother's standard treatments, and though she was gentle and comforting and talked to me affectionately while she was giving me an enema, her enemas were extremely efficient. Almost every house had an enema bag on the closet shelf, or hanging from the back of the bathroom door, and thy were used frequently and effectively. I was always embarrassed and excited when I had to have an enema, but when I look back I wouldn't have it any other way.

I was grown up in 50s - early 60s in Central Europe. Enemas were quite common, but not everyday. For children, I think they were given exclusively by bulb (by red bulb with black tube, wooo!). Few years lates, when I read somewhere that "enema can", simply I did not understand for a while. The context helped me to figure out what it is and how it works. (It was medical book, I tried to get some knowledge on sex. Funny, that the text was connected to pregnancy.)

The very first time, when I heard the word "enema", was the same when I was eyewitness as my friend (we were about 6-8 y/o) received an enema. He made a great fuss, and since then for years I was horrified from that thing. I was frightend, when I saw the red bulb in the hand of my grandmother, who usually gave me. It changed slowly, but is a long story

The first enema which I can remember is when I was a child and had my tonsils removed. I lay naked on a rubber mat covering a bed and still remember the nurse massaging my buttocks and sliding the nozzle inside. I can still remember the cramps and the release into a bedpan.

While I did not grow up in the fifties I did in the early sixies. Enemas were administered on occasion for stomach aches and I believe once to bring my temperture down. It has been fascinating reading these accounts from the 1940's and 50's.

I grew up in the 50's. We had a large family (5 kids), a small house and one bathroom. All of us, including mom and dad, received enemas for just about any ailment. The family enema bag and the 8 oz bulb syringe were regular fixtures in the bathroom. It wasn't uncommon for mom to administer enemas to more than one of us at a time. It was all very matter-of-fact.

I, like everyone else in the family, resisted being given an enema when I was young. As I grew older I began to develop an appreciation for the alone time with mom coupled with the "special" feeling I was getting from the enema. It was't long before I started giving myself enemas and ultimately masturbating with enemas.

I also remember mom and dad would enjoy their enemas together. They always stayed in the locked bathroom for what seemed a very long time and exited relaxed and smiling.

The 1950s would have been my grandparents generation. My parents were teenagers in the mid(father) and late(mother)1970s, after enemas had clearly fallen out of favor with the medical community. Both had fairly old parents. My Mother was the second youngest, my father was the oldest, but his parents were both pushing 30 when he was born. My father had to do them behind his own parents back. When he met my mother, her mother and grandmother had given her enemas many times. So, while the grandparents were of similar ages, they had completely divergent attitudes about enemas.

Like others have said, an enema seemed to be the cure-all for no matter what ailment you may have. I remember as a child, being released from school early because I had stomach cramps or diarrhea or something. I was put to bed, my mother would be on the phone with the doctor. He words were, give him a bag, or give him a quart. My mother couldn't hold me down so she had a neighbor come over to help. There is no way I ever enjoyed enemas at the time.

I remember going to the fights one night with my dad and one of his friends. I had some junk food, I remember our friend saying to me, "enema tonight." Fortunately that didn't happen, but obviously it did happen in his family.

I remember going to a birthday party, late in the afternoon I remember us lined up at the bathroom door while we were all given enemas, it was in mass-production, one was on the toilet while another was getting one.

The '50's. Somehow, I tried one on my own, the yellow amber bag was always hanging in the shower, my parents were not home, I filled the bag, never seen it so big. It had a douche nozzle on it, not the familiar small nozzle usually used on me. I used it without lubrication, after all, how should I know. I remember the cramps. I also remember having my first orgasm, didn't know what it was, I was scared to death, thought I'd lost control.

Well, guess I wasn't the only one.

the hoseman1

I think we should re-examine the values of the 40's and 50's and bring enemas back into the mainstream of home health care.

After reading several posts in this thread it seems like most of the enemas given in the 50's and 60's were for medicinal reasons, and that getting them for pleasure didn't start, at least in the USA and to my knowledge-until the 70's.

There are many old (erotic) illustrations from the early part of the 20th century that show that enemas were most emphatically given for pleasure ... and not only illustrations, but photos as well. A few of the earliest daguerreotypes, from the 1850's, show enema syringes and pumps as accessories to erotic or nude scenes.

And if you look diligently enough, you'll also find that 18th century French erotic illustrations also showed enema giving as part of erotic games ...

Take a look at the galleries here, especially the artwork ...

After reading several posts in this thread it seems like most of the enemas given in the 50's and 60's were for medicinal reasons, and that getting them for pleasure didn't start, at least in the USA and to my knowledge-until the 70's.

In the summer of 1952 when I was 18 my father got 4 tickets to the NY baseball Giants (box seats). He said I could use them but I had to take my two nephews 14 and 11. I could also take a friend. My nephews were staying with us my parents their grandparents because my brother and sister-in-law had something on. The next morning as we're eating breakfast my younger nepephew said he didn't feel so hot. My mother said what's wrong. He said his stomach hurt. My mother asked when he last had a bm. Whatever his answer was led her to say I better give you an enema. She told me to get the bag while she mixed the enema solution. M nephew was told to get out of his pjs and into the bathroom. She filled him and he said he did feel better after the enema came out of him. Then she turned to his brother and said you better have one too. He wanted to argue but she shut him down and before he knew it he had an enema in him. After my nephews were picked up she told me I better have an enema too. I said no way for I had taken two pieces of Ex lax before I went to bed and I was cleaned out. I then got a sermon about how the use of Ex Lax would ruin me. I would never be able to move my bowels wirhout resorting to it. She then confiscated my box of Ex Lax.

Jim, thanks for the kind words and the karma. Despite a longish and good marriage in which rimming and fingering were fine, but enemas and anal sex were not, I've been lucky in having been involved with some very satisfying anal erotic enemates. I don't know if it was because she was the best, or if it was that she was the first (or both), she is the most unforgettable, still able to make my sphincter twitch after so many years have passed.

Both times went back and bought them, along with some decoy items.

You shouldn't really worry about buying decoy items ... if a dealer puts stuff up for sale at a public antique market, it means he doesn't have any problems with the items ... he's there to sell items, not morality lessons ... ha ha.

I've bought many an old item in both antique/junk shops and at small attic-clearing sales (vide-grenier in France), small Sunday markets and in other larger locations like Clignancourt in Paris ... usually you can get into a nice conversation with the dealer. Either they don't know what it is for (which is very seldom) or else they figure you don't really know what it is for ... after purchasing some of the dealers get a sly look on their faces and then try and enlighten me what such enema equipment is used for ...silly them ...

Once at a stall that had several nice 19th century enema syringes on sale, nicely made in copper and glass and heavy as can be, while I was choosing which one to buy, another customer came up and started choosing too. It turned into a friendly jocular conversation while we both chose which syringe we liked best ...