Mom & dad were avid enema enthusiasts and proud of their skills and wisdom in this area of life. We stayed in a shack way back off the road. Our barn was huge, and orderly. My cousin was interested in us spending a week end together at their place. So, my brother and I were allowed to venture out. They stayed in a trailer house in a trailer park in amongst a field of onions near Manteca, California. We were exploring the world, we thought, but as evening came, I developed an ear ache and asked for a hot water bottle. My mom's sister latched onto the idea and began whistling a tune. My cousin winked at me like, "wait for it, she is about to fix you up." Unlike us they had both hot and cold running water. Mom would have had to put a kettle on for me. In no time my head was spinning as she emerged with her bag and dripping hose! I only wanted to lay my ear on some heat! What had I gotten myself into? She explained how her son did with his enema, and wanted me to comply similarly. Not wanting to look wimpy, I complied. Whistling and petting my butt and back, she did all she could to comfort me as I lay across her lap in full view of every one! Not mincing any words though, as she worked her douche nozzle into me, she warned not to make a mess or she would have to blister my arse. I started moaning and begging as I felt I was getting dangerously full. She simply slipped a hand between her belly and me on her skirt. Just mater-of-factually she tended to my tiny wee knee. I raised my head, and she said, "Easy, now, I've got you, It's OK. I settled down and soaked up the rest of her enema, no problem. It gurgled loudly as the bag emptied and the boys laughed out loud, running out the door so as not to catch trouble. She rewarded me with praises and asked if I needed help holding it. "Well, maybe you could put a towel on me." I answered. She motioned at my uncle. He came over, and she pulled her handy nozzle out of me. And immediately he buried a greasy finger into me, taking me off her lap and back to their tiny toilet closet. Putting me down, he warned me that he would remove his finger on a count of three, for me to quickly transfer onto the pot. I emptied my guts and began to realize my ear was hurting worse than ever. I carefully explained how mom treated my ear with a hot water bottle. Oh she became insulted, realizing I had become a problem and excused herself in a huff. Thank goodness for him! He fixed it for me and showed me where I could lay for the night. I heard them hollering back and forth back there, and wanted so to be back home. About noon the next day our parents came to retrieve us. They started with beers and laughter. I heard no mention of my problem, and was feeling a little better anyway.