Once I reached puberty things changed for me. I would walk in the house after school and the pungent smell of soap told me that some poor soul was about to be given an enema by my Mum.
My erection was almost instant,as the thought of what was about to happen sent my mind racing. If my sister wasn't at home it meant even more to me, as the local Doctor had sent some girl to Mum for an enema. Sometimes they came for minor treatment such as bandage replacement, but the soap odor could only ever have been for one thing.
I would stroll into the kitchen where the water was boiling in a pan on the stove, and watch, fascinated as she shaved soap off a huge bar ,which i later discovered was castile soap.She also added other ingredients of which i had no knowledge and glycerine from a bottle. Once cooled, this fluid became very thick and i doubt it would have passed through the nozzle of a traditional hanging bag. Mum only ever used a Higginson syringe so that pumping it worked fine. I will never forget seeing that fluid splashing back into the bowl as my Mother pumped it to remove any air in the syringe.
She would have me greet the girl, if she was still preparing the fluid, and bring her into the kitchen. If the girl had never been before she would explain everything that was about to happen and even let her pump the syringe to make the process seem harmless. She was really kind and would even hug them before asking me to take them to her bedroom to get ready.
I would return to the kitchen and Mum would make me carry the fluid, now in a large enamel bowl into the bathroom, having been cooled down to a warmer temperature, but not the boiling one that it was in the pan .
I would place the bowl on the closed toilet lid and Mum had a chair right next to it.
I'd then hand her several towels and she would lay them across her lap. Her bedroom was across the hall from the bathroom and i would be sent to fetch the girl. Mum felt all enemas should be administered naked to avoid any potential mess, so the girl had been told to undress down to her knickers. Mum would remove these when the girl was placed over her lap.
The rest of the event is similar to that which i have detailed happened to my sister, but did discover that girls anatomies, like boys, are not all the same.