Enemas growing up from Mothers and Aunts

In my generation it was not at all uncommon to be given an enema---moms believed in them for good health---to cure an illness or prevent one.

One day while helping mom move my wife found a box and inside was a ping pong paddle and an enema kit. She asked my mom what that was for and without blinking an eye mom told her the paddle was to spank me and the enema kit was used on me as well---she added that as i came into my teens it was obvious that i enjoyed them. I was soooo embarased. The enema kit was old and cracking but a few day later and after talking about these objects, my wife took me to the drug store to buy a new one--she also put the paddle to use as well.

My mother still administers enemas to me from time to time.

I feel enemas and moms go hand and hand as a child. At least for me it does.

Did not get them every day but 2-3 times a week

Like many people here Mom was the enema giver and a very good one. Early on they were feared and dreaded,later tolerated and excepted just get over with and at last enjoyed and sometimes asked for. I think the care and gentleness is at least partly responsible for the close relationship we have today. like so many of us it is a solo event today but at least I have it.

This is my first post. my mother was a great believer in enemas for all problems (i.e. constipation, colds, headaches, misbehavior, bad attitude) consequently my sister and I received many. most were otk with the red bulb. they were always very soapy and very warm. when I was about 8 she used the bag but I only remember one bag enema. Both my first and third husbands were anal erotic and very enema oriented. I took care of both of them the way I learned over my mother's knee.

Welcome MommaBagz! Good to see another PA resident!

Mommabagz, You will make someone or ones a wonderful emate.

Thanks greg and view6 for the lovely greetings. hope to hear from you in future. since this forum is about mothers and enemas.

Momma gave me most. Dad gave me 1 or 2. I had a problem with BM control, or so they thought. I would have an,"accident", in my shorts and be halfway assured of receiving an ass full of warm, soapy water via tube and nozzle. Can't remember when I started to appreciate the douche nozzle, but have since enjoyed the way it tickles my prostate.

Yes, it was lying on the bathroom floor looking up at my Mom and the bulging red enema bag when I became imprinted with the magic of enemas. Then the black nozzel agaist my prostate and the bittersweet cramps.It seems that guys tend to become addicted at an earlier age. Ladies , after initial dislike, come to the magic later.

I use enemas to clean before play. If I am constipated I also use an enema. I do find it enjoyable to do it also. I dont recall ever getting an emema in my youth though.

When i was growing up, enemas were considered the domain of women. They were in charge of the house and kids so they were also in charge of spankings, enemas and other household issues. How they were given and frequency were up to the mother. I dont think that most kids that got enemas, especially on a regular basis, thought of them as a sexual experience. We did get excited sometimes by being nude and having her probeing your private areas but they were for health reasons and not for sexual reasons.

I agree i was given enemas growing-up by my mother. I even got the female neighbor to give me one at 15. I have been into them since and enjoy them.

Early on in my preteen yr,s I was told at least 2 hr,s befor the actual event. Somehow my aunt was usually present.while I was bent over the edge of the tub my mother tended to me while my aunt watched and smoked a cigarette.They left me alone to empty but warned me not to flush or I would receive another enema. maybe that is why I have a smoking fetish.

Mom gave me a lot of enemas, but it was usually after talking with my grandmother or one of my friends mothers. I was an only child and until I was 12 the only grandchild. I have one enema I remember very vividly, and exactly what I did to get it... although it was unintentional... at the time. I was playing with Janet, who's mom was big on enemas, and we both complained of not being able to go and being uncomfortable. I think my words were "I feel like I have to go but I can't." Janet had said something similar to her mom, and after they talked we were both given enemas. Mom used a funnel and a rubber rectal tube, pouring a little water and asking me if I could take more over and over. I'm sure this was not my first enema, but the first I have a very strong memory of, I was probably 4 or 5.

I like everything about it, from the attention I was getting, the encouragement to take more, then exploding on the toilet. What was best, with mom was that enemas came in threes. A very soapy (Ivory) first enema then two rinses. Sometime there were more than three, if she gave me the rinse too soon and I couldn't hold it, or if there were still a lot of chunks in the third enema... but with that strong Ivory solution that wasn't often. I still marvel at how much of the Ivory I could hold!

I know mom was giving herself enemas, but I don;t think my dad knew, and I don;t think he had any idea how many I was getting.

I do remember one time when mom got carried away, and I just kept getting enema after enema, that was just one time and I always hoped it would happen again.

As I said mom would always talk to my grandmother or Mrs. Lindquist before I was given an enema, so I think it was to justify in her mind what she was going to do. And I learned that the "I have to go but I can't," having the sniffles, or just holding back would usually work.

Even though my grandmother was big on having mom give me enemas, I only remember one time getting one at her house,

When I was in second grade we moved to another town, and at the same time mom switched from the funnel and rectal tube to a Davol Petal Fountain Syringe. Even though mom stopped giving me enemas before I reached puberty I was still sneaking enemas with that bag when I was in High School. And I used that bag to give one of the neighbor girls an enema when I was probably 12 and she was 10,

Which begs the question.... how many here were able to give an enema to a friend or playmate... I have to say I had a bit of luck talking a few into trying one!

I love enemas.Good old enema bag enemas like mom used to give me.

Although my mother gave me a few enemas when I was around 3 years old, my most pleasant experience growing up was when I was admitted to the hospital for a hernia operation at the age of 5, given three enemas a day for three days prior to my surgery, and two "two way flush enemas" each day following the surgery. The nurses were very sweet, and when they saw that I could hold in the enemas for 15-20 minutes, usually left me alone after administering the enemas to go get the bedpan. For the first few days, i remember filling up two bedpans, since those enemas were really huge. One nurse taught me a special way to "hold it in" by standing upright, crossing my legs, and squeezing my buttocks together. The nurse standing there, softly stroking my back during my explosive expulsions, wiping me afterwards and telling me that I was a very good boy who could hold in enemas better than the other children made me feel very relaxed and comfortable.

Probably the reason enemas imprinted on me was the traumatic first series of over the lap bag enemas I received when very young. Scary, painful, embarrassing. Eventually also pleasurable.

There was no explanation or attempt to make those early enemas comfortable. Enemas to my mother were simply one of the means available to her for health care and treatment. An enema was equally weighted with Vicks, mustard plasters, vaporizers and aspirin. At around age seven or eight I realized that of all the treatments forced on me during an illness, only the enema caused me to feel better, if only for a short while. They were still embarrassing and I still whined about getting one, but I secretly wished I had to have more of them.

I received enemas on a regular basis from my mom growing up. The best of my recollection was a weekly event more for constipation because I ate a lot of candy .

But whenever i was ill I got one too. and my aunt who lived 2 doors down almost always participated. I think she enjoyed it more than me. She used to help spread my cheeks and keep me from squirming around while mom inserted the nozzle. Most memorable was seeing my aunts cleavage when she bent over and i even remember catching a beaver shot once , LOL!!!

No Auntie enemas here. Just nice warm Ivory SSE's from Mom as a young child.

My mom believed that an enema and some aspirin were the basic supplies in the medicine cabinet. My two sisters and I would get enemas when sick, when we hadn't been regular enough, or if home sick from school. I didn't really like the idea of getting one, but was generally cooperative about it. My sisters were much more accepting and my younger sister Emily, who probably got the most, would occasionally come right out and ask for one.

Westy, other than adding a jar of Vicks and a bottle of cough syrup my mom was like yours. My brother and I both got our share of enemas, but i think I probably got more of them than he did. Also, he was a terror and I was a much easier recipient.

Emom,

My list would be the same as yours with the addition of a rectal thermometer.

I know I got enemas as a baby for constipation, and to try to sooth what was apparently ever-present colic. As for enemas that I remember getting, there was only one instance. I was about 17 or 18, and had a bowel impaction. I called my doctor's office, and the nurse said to get two Fleet mineral oil enemas. It was embarrassing buying those at the drug store! Anyway, I asked my mom to administer them to me, and she did.

Sometimes my mother would have my aunt help her give me an enema.Mom would take a fleecey fuzzy soft blanket and drape it over a hot radiator to heat it wile she was getiing the enema bag ready.Then mom and auntie would walk me into the bathroom with mom carring the enema bag and handing the enema bag to my aunt while mom sat on the closed toilet and took the heated fuzzy blanket off the radiator and draped over her lap and had me lay on her warmed blanket covered lap fore a good warm saop suds mommy and auntie enema bag enema.Mom would tell me to relax and insert the enema nozzle while my aunt held up the buldging red Comfy enema bag. would be crying an my auntie would it's ok it's only a niece lelltle warm enema to make you move your bowels. Mom would try talking me throught the enema buy telling me the enema was going to make me feel better.Mom and auntie were very loving and gentle when giving me enemas and as time went on i began to like them.I got to love the feel and smell of the very warm blanket and ths smell of Ivory saop and the enema bag.I wish i coul go back to those time with mom and her warm fuzzy blanket and enema bag in our bathroom getting those wounderful loving enemas.

My mother wanted a girl, but got me, instead. She loved me dearly, but she did make me wear long hair, put me in dresses, didn't let me play with neighborhood children and gave me dolls to play with. Until I was about 7, she gave me enemas, sometimes inviting our relatives to watch, including a female cousin 2 yrs. older than I. While giving me the enemas, she would tell me that girls get more enemas than boys (which is true, but still...) They would be very strong, and although I liked the cuddling and attention that went with it, I would have bad cramps and cry involuntarily when expelling. Even so, I always wanted more, and told her so, often.

I have a strong feminine side and like laxatives of all kinds, especially rectal and I like being submissive. I suspect that my treatment then, and my feelings today, are related.

My aunt Jean gave me my first bisacodyl suppositories when I was 18.

When I was very young mom would cover the kitchen table with a towel and placed me on my back. Mom or my aunt would hold my legs toward my chest as the other one syringed me. After a few bulbs a diaper was applied and I remember my tummy being rubbed until I lost control of my bowels and filled the diaper.

I remember my enemas were quite irregular; mom seemed to give them to me whenever she felt like it. I had my last one from here sometime around age 12 or 13. Until age 9 or so, they were given maybe once every month.