Forced Suppository

Oh yes, I remember the suppositories very well, growing up in the 50's it seemed that anything that had to do with medicine, or discipline was done rectally. I remember as early as age 5 getting my temp. taken rectally with a large red tipped thermometer, as well as, home made soap sticks made from Ivory soap, I remember the burning sensation inside my butt when it was held in there for about 5 minutes.

No, but would like to experience the feeling of what's to come when one forces them up your bottom .

All of my very early experiences were from forced insertions of suppositories from my mother,I hated them then until I got older.

Just so you guys know, there are several groups on the experience project that deal with forced suppositories such as "I was given punishment suppositories as a child", "I had glycerin suppositories as a child" and "I hated suppositories". There are lots of enema groups on there too.

http://www.experienceproject.com/

Sirwilliam55:

Oh, it *is* possible!

One way that my spouse has done it is to give me sleeping medicine and then given me the laxative while I was sleeping. I would awaken about 3 hours after the sleeping pills (secretly added to my usual nighttime medicine) with a desperate urge to defecate.

Another way that she would do it is to be stimulating me sexually and while I was helplessly craving relief, insert the laxative into my bottom.

Regarding Rosebud's post #41:

I totally agree, though, as we don't have a retention device, I like the suspense of whether LisaLaxLove is going to allow me to expel, or cuddle me to failure. If cuddle to failure, then I express feeling really embarrassed, but she comforts me with "You couldn't help it, I made you do it". said soothingly. It's a kind of an emotional "hurts so good" kinda thing.

I had two bisacodyl suppositories given to me, followed immediately by an enema one time. that time happened because I had given LisaLoveLax an oral laxative that had made her cramp very long and painfully (demonstrating that she needed it, but still...). When the bisacodyl worked in me, I had bad tummy ache that persisted long after the expulsion of the enema because the oily base of the suppository clung to my bowel wall, continuing to produce the laxative effect. I tried to be more careful in dosing her, after that.

Another time she caused me peristent cramping for another punishment reason, but that is another story.

Ginger695:

My struggles don't happen *while* she is putting many suppositories into me. My struggles happen afterward!

Regarding what gboy said in post #62:

Sometimes Lisa Lax Love would give me an oral laxative at night time and then give me suppositories or an enema in the morning, to ensure that the laxative had finished it's effect at a predictable time, so a sot avoid an inconveniently unpredictable result.

I got enemas from my mother, she was no nonsense, and strict. often times before she prepared the enema I was subjected to a soap stick suppository made from ivory soap! "Just to help the enema work better" Well the damned thing worked fine by itself. It was difficult to hold and be subjected to an ivory soap suds enema! I had more than one accident. Then got a spanking and "now we need to start all over again!' any wonder I'm rather submissive as an adult?

I haven't although I would like to experience it.

What kind of medicated suppositories did you get?

The only suppository that was ever given to me(when I was young) was by force. I was 4 or 5 and remember it was bath time and my mother had just run the water and had me sit on the toilet because I told her I really needed to go before my bath. Well I sat there with no luck and the urge seemed to pass. Mom asked me if I had gone at all when I was at my babysitter's house and I told her no. She walked over and got some stuff out of the medicine cabinet and sat them next to the sink.

I can still remember the blue jar and Vaseline sitting there but I had never seen them before and had no idea what they were. Mom opened the jar and took out what at the time I could only describe as a long skinny clear "tube" I for some reason thought it was hollow. Next she opened the Vaseline and dipped her little finger in it. I asked what all this was and she told me it was just something to help with a blocked up tummy..whatever that meant. She ordered me to bend over and I was not about to argue with her so I complied.

I looked over and saw her pick up the tube with her left and and then felt her touch my anus with her little finger then she slipped her finger up my butt. I lurched forward but she stuck her knee out and pinned me. I started crying and she removed her finger, this was short lived because she then stuck the baby suppository up there. No these were the old ones that were really long. Well I guess I was so plugged up that it didn't go all the way in so she left it sticking out. I was told it would make me have to go and due to the sensation I sat on the toilet and pushed it out.

Mom told me I better not have just pushed it out and had me lean forward. When she saw it in the toilet she scolded me and reached for another. I screamed at her and begged but she forced me forward and stuck another up there and held me in place for a minute or two. I sat down and pushed it out again. Once again I was told to lean forward and she saw that it was the only thing in the pot. She again scolded me and grabbed another one. I was still crying and begging and attempted to put up a fight but once again was bent over and another one was stuck up there.

This time she made me stand. I started getting cold and begged to just take my bath. Mom was really flustered at this point and said ok go ahead and try and sit in the tub. I quickly climbed in and went to sit down. Well like I said I was so plugged up that the suppository was sticking out. When I tried to sit I couldn't. I then laid on my stomach in the tub but it wasn't really comfortable so I stood up and she wrapped a towel around me. After 5 min I said I had to go and sat down..well a little bit came out along with the suppo. Mom looked and said ok we need to do this differently.

She sent me to my room across the hall and told me to lay on my stomach. I saw the jar in her hand and started to scream. She said if I didn't stop she would get my father then I would be spanked, held down and it still would be done. I calmed down a little. She walked over and stuck one in again only this time I had moved my bowels enough that she was able to slide it all the way in. She then proceeded to sit there for 15 minutes holding my cheeks together until I really did have an urge to go...this time it worked. I have since acted this type of scenario out many times with both my ex-wife and my current girlfriend and they love it.

Yes I have. I got them quite a few times as a small child, I'd say from 4-6. I was constipated often so my dad would use them on me, they always worked but I hated them. I can remember the first time I got one I was 4 years old and had been sitting on the toilet for a long time trying to go. My dad came in the bathroom with the suppository even though I had no idea what it was.

He lifted me off the potty, brought me into his bedroom and laid me on his bed on my back. He told me I was gonna get medicine for my bum to help me poop. He then lifted my legs so I was in the diaper position and began sliding the tube up my bottom. I started crying right away and kicking my legs. Once it was mostly in he turned around for something and I yanked it out, when he saw this he grabbed me by the arm, stood me up and gave me a spanking. He pulled me into the bathroom and got out another one.

When I saw it I began screaming and he threatened to go get the chancla (Mexican term for sandal) if I didn't stop. That calmed me down some but then he bent me over his knee and pushed another one up my bum while I cried and begged him to take it out. He held my still sore bum cheeks closed while I lay over his lap crying hysterically. After about 10 minutes he let me up and put me on the toilet where I pooped no problem.

Afterwards I unfortunately got a second spanking laying in the diaper position with the chancla for acting up. From then on whenever he needed to use one on me he brought the chancla with him as a threat of what would happen if I had a melt down. It was enough to calm me down a bit but I usually always ended up with a red bum whenever I got a suppository.

Yes, I have...

Always as a child, for constipation reasons and for the flu. When my partents realized that was a kind of torture for me, they passed to oral solutions. Now even if I take suppositories for pleasure, if there is someone who give them to me, I act as if I didn't want them, so I keep on been forced even now 😄

This is such a good topic I thought I would add my early experience. Along with having my rectal temperature taken, this is one of my earliest memories and is probably one of the primary reasons I love anything anal. When I was about 4 or 5 years old I remember being home with my mother and the lady from next door was visiting. We were very close to the family next door and the woman was like a second mother to us. Although I didn't know the name for it I was constipated and told my mother that I needed to poop but nothing would come out. What a mistake that was! At this point in my life I had no idea what a suppository or enema was.

I remember being out of sorts and complaining about it several times to my mother, who was sitting at our dining room table talking to the neighbor lady. I guess she finally had enough of my complaining because the next thing I knew she had asked me to come over to her. She then told me she was going to give me something to help. She pulled down my shorts and underwear and picked me up and set me down on the edge of the table. I was completely embarrassed and scared with the neighbor sitting right there. I thought I was going to have my temperature taken and started to say no and resist. My mother had other thoughts and quickly grabbed my ankles and leaned me back so I was laying on my back with my legs up in the air and my bum completely exposed. I caught a glimpse of a white stick and I realized it wasn't a thermometer. (It was one of those long thin suppositories that were used on children back when i was young.) She immediately pushed the suppository deep into my rectum. I remember it seemed like it was going in forever, much further than the rectal thermometer I had experienced in the past, and I was crying inconsolably.

It all happened so quickly that I still wasn't sure what was going on when she sat me up and lifted me back on the floor and pulled up my pants. I knew there was still something in my bum and I pleaded with her to take it out but she said she couldn't since she had pushed it all the way inside. This just made me panic even more as I was unfamiliar with what a suppository did and just assumed there was no way to get it out. I still pleaded with her to take it out but she just said it would help me to poop.

After that I just went away sobbing to my room, still being tortured by the thing my mom had irretrievably shoved up my bum. It wasn't much later that I figured I should try to poop again and out came a large poop with the partially melted suppository. This was the only time I ever got a suppository as a kid. I don't really remember being constipated in my youth but if I was I'm sure I never mentioned it to my mother again. It's funny how these childhood events help create our fetishes later in life, not that I'm complaining.

Interesting how the memory of that first one sticks in the mind for some of us. I clearly remember my suppository initiation even though I was only two or three years old at the time. I was playing out back when I saw my mom standing at her open bedroom window calling me inside. Not suspecting what was afoot I made my way upstairs where in no time I was undressed and lying on my back on her bed, legs akimbo with my mom leaning over me, pushing what felt like a soft greasy object up my butt. I remember trying to resist its entry but it was hopeless of course and in it went followed by mom's finger. I don't remember much more than that other than the fact that I was crying inconsolably and completely confused why she had done this to me. She must have been very satisfied with the result because I got a lot more of them after that, very much against my will, over the next four years or so .... enough to give me a headful of traumatic memories which, for some reason, I now enjoy intensely. If only mom knew what she started.

As a child only. I stopped once I realized it hurt more if I wiggled and squirmed. If I wiggled she pushed it in faster and with more of her finger.

Get them all the time asvenema prep

The Intrenman post gives me the shivers now because I've ended up being that "nasty neighbour", several times - advising on bowel matters and so on to the mother of one of my daughter's on/off companions, and teaching her how to use the soap-stick suppository as a cheap cure for her constipated kids.

Intrenman didn't say if, on that fateful day, his mother used the suppository as just "a convenient means of inducing a bowel movement" (as one pack used to say) or if he genuinely hadn't done his smelly evils for a few days.

No, but it interests me.

I never got suppositories as a child, and given the way I sometimes rebelled against enemas , I'm sure a suppository might have had to be forced on me. Nowadays a "forced suppository" would be an OXYMORON!!!!!!!!!!

The only suppository I got was when I was about 10. I had not had a BM in a few days and I got the suppo from my mother, standing bent over, in the kitchen. I did not like it at the time, and worse, grandma was watching as well. I was so embarrassed.

A few times, if I was pretty sick. Bent OTK and had a lubed suppository inserted. Sometimes a second one as well.

Once the night before a small surgery I was taken by surprise by a male nurse, who inserted one quite forcefully.

No. But wishing someone will make me take them.

My grandmother always gave me suppositories bent over her knee. She'd always grab the Vaseline and I'd usually get 3 in my tight bum. Then came the spanking.

Analee

Has any one ever had a suppository forced up their butt against their wishes.

2010.07.09 07:34

*all* of my suppositories given before age 7 were forced.

Squirtle:

What connection was your grandmother making between suppositories and spanking?