Miss Jackie's Enema

I grew up in the country with dirt and oil roads. I was a child of the 1950's and 60's when life was much simpler and trust abounded among friends and neighbors. We had quite a few neighbors scattered up and down the roads, each with their own farm house and vegetable gardens. Most of the women didn't work outside of the home but my Mother was one of the women that did. My Grandmother lived next door and watched me after school and during the summer while my parents worked at their respective jobs in the city. Life was so much simpler then.

I had lots of friends who lived fairly close and we would usually congregate on weekends and during the summer to talk and play. One day when I was about 12 years old, our friend Yvonne spoke about the "birds and the bees" and she would tell stories in a romantic way, including intercourse and how good it felt. I began to have sexual tingles of pleasure between my legs (though I had no knowledge of why) every time she told a story and I couldn't wait for the next time she told one. Some of her stories were accounts of her Mother giving her enemas in the bathtub. She said she stuck her but in the air and it felt good going in. Since the only way I received enemas was sitting on the toilet, I didn't know there was another way to get them. Needless to say, I began to enjoy those enema discussions as well, especially when she told the story of how a woman could make another woman feel good with enemas. She said women did special things to other women that made them feel REAL good "down there" where you pee. We never found out what the special things were but the topic always made me have tingles and get moist in my panties.

One day when I was 12 or 13, I went to our neighbor "Miss Jackie" for my piano lesson and I had a stomach ache that day. I just didn't feel good. I had tried to poop at home a few times and couldn't go. My Mother was at work and my Grandmother was somewhere quilting. I told Miss Jackie that my stomach hurt real bad. She seemed very concerned and started asking questions which led to my admission of not being able to go to the bathroom. She said she would call my Mother and then I surprised myself by saying, "I think I need an enema." She didn't appear shocked but hugged me and inquired further. I told her my Mom gave them to me when I felt like this and I hadn't gone in a few days. I felt like I had to go, but I couldn't. Miss Jackie said she wanted to call my Mother, so I gave her Mom's work phone number. She left the room and I waited. Miss Jackie returned and she said my Mother told her that she could give me an enema if she wanted to. I was nervous and yet, excited. I started thinking about what Yvonne said about women giving each other enemas. I really wanted this enema from Miss Jackie.

Miss Jackie put her arm around me and led me to her bedroom and told me to take my shorts and panties off and lie down on the bed on my back. She said she would fix up the enema and be back shortly. I could hear a door shut and some clanging and banging. Soon enough, she entered the bedroom with a full red enema bag and some towels. She hung the enema bag on a coat rack and got some Vaseline out of a drawer. She told me to roll over onto my side and spread my legs. She greased my rectum very gently and thoroughly, occasionally sticking her finger back into the jar of Vaseline and rubbing my rectum again. Instructing me to now lay on my back, she took the greasy black nozzle and spreading my legs slightly apart, inserted it slowly into my rectum. She asked me if I was ready for the water, which is something my Mother and Grandmother never did. I said yes, (and I have to say that my heart was pounding). She released the metal clamp with a loud "click" and the warm water began to flow. Miss Jackie said she had added soap into the water so it might make me cramp some. The water felt strange but good. She would let it flow for a few seconds and then would clamp it off and rub my belly. She would click it on again, let it flow for a few seconds and clamp it off, rubbing my belly. I wasn't used to holding water. I had always sat on the toilet and expelled after the clamp was snapped off. (This was a very different feeling.) Miss Jackie's voice was soft and gentle as she was coaching me through the enema, telling me that this was the way she took her enemas. To just relax and breathe slowly, that it was a secret to a good enema.

This was the first enema that felt good in my young pussy. At that time, I didn't know enemas could feel good down there. Yvonne was right...... there were special things women could do to make the enema feel good. Miss Jackie never approached me in a sexual way while giving me the enema but I realized right then and there, that there was a whole lot better way to receive an enema.

After I had taken most of the bag and felt full, Miss Jackie clamped the hose off, slowly removed it from my rectum and helped me to the bathroom across the hall. I sat down on the toilet and expelled water and a bunch of large turds right away. I remember being embarrassed about the plops and noisy farts. She told me to let it all go, that this was just between "us girls". As I expelled more, Miss Jackie knelt down and massaged my stomach again, making me release more. She kept flushing the toilet over and over because it was smelling so bad. I cramped, cried a little and felt embarrassed that I had even suggested that she give me an enema. After expelling the enema and wiping with toilet paper, she said, "You know, this is something that really helps us women - enemas and douches". I didn't know anything about douches yet.

I started masturbating later that year and I would think about the enema Miss Jackie gave me. I would fantasize that Miss Jackie would masturbate me during the enema. That is a fantasy that lasted for years! I would always plan to visit her again and ask her for an enema but alas, that never happened. My family and I moved to the city and we lost touch with alot of the old neighbors. I still think about that experience and how much I enjoyed the intimacy of a other woman giving me a slow, sensual enema. Part of me became a woman that day (in fact, I started having periods about a month later). I found that enemas could be sensual and feel good. I am sometimes surprised that I didn't pursue more intimacy with another woman. I don't think Miss Jackie is alive anymore. I have tried to find her and her Son but with no success. I just wanted to thank her for helping me and teaching me alot that day in 1962.

"Thank you dear Miss Jackie. You live on in my heart."

Fondly,

Mom's Egirl