Suppositories as a youngster - was it a quick insertion and over with or was the givers finger held

I'm interested to find out if my experiences were unique or shared by many? I received many suppositories growing up from various people and the thing they all had in common was the fact that the suppository was always held deeply in place by the givers finger. I would have to lay in the diaper change position even as quite a big boy with the suppository and finger held inside me until it had melted and I was desperate to poop. When I had witnessed my younger cousins receiving suppositories (not often) they were always allowed to go off and play as soon as the dreaded item was inside. I on the other hand had to lay still until it worked. What was YOUR experience?

My mother always pushed them in as deeply as possible with her Vaseline lubricated finger but then withdrew her finger. I was usually laying in bed curled up on my left side when she gave me one and would lay there until it made me jump up and rush to the toilet. If it hadn't worked in about 20 minutes she would get out the enema bag and give me a large hot Ivory soapsuds enema that I would have to hold in for about 5 minutes before she would let me expel it. She would squeeze my butt cheeks together tightly for the whole 5 minutes and then let me sit on a potty set on a stool beside my bed. If the suppository hadn't worked the enema almost always did. Only rarely did she decide to give me a second enema because she wasn't satisfied with the results of the first one.

I received many suppositories growing up from various people and the thing they all had in common was the fact that the suppository was always held deeply in place by the givers finger. I would have to lay in the diaper change position even as quite a big boy with the suppository and finger held inside me until it had melted and I was desperate to poop.

That sounds more like a fetish show for the givers than anything else. Suppository insertion is a very fast procedure and then the patient goes about whatever they were doing until they have the urge to defecate. In fact the movement of the suppository inside the rectum to contact more rectal mucosa while being active is MUCH BETTER than lying still. Your "givers" were not well informed.

We rarely got suppositories growing up, but when we did, they were pushed deep inside, then Mom's finger was removed and we pulled up our pants and went back to what we were doing. Lisa and I never hated them, but we didn't enjoy them like we did our enemas. Later on, as we became anally erotic, we really loved giving them to each other. We would see how long we could hold them before they made us go. It was a game we could play without the obviaty of giving each other enemas, and the risk of a messy accident was much less. Lisa always had a jar of 100 and a jar of Vaseline in her dresser, and we could go in her bedroom, bare our bottoms, lube each other and install one or more (sometimes 5 or 6) in each other, and go back to watching TV or playing. All we needed was about five minutes of privacy; and I don't think anyone ever caught on. If Mom ever noticed Lisa's wet crotch or my erection, she never let on. We still play with them. One will say, "Wanna do some suppos?", and it's off the her bedroom. The repeated insertions have such a wonderful effect. There days, we use homemade plain coconut oil ones: better stimulation, and we can hold them as long as we want without the forced BM.

When my mom moved to suppositories it was a quick insertion and then she went about her business while I waited. I suspect that might have been a reason she moved over from enemas when I got backed up - less time having to deal with a not-happy-about-what-is-going-on kid.

The few instances where I got a suppository mom used the rectal thermometer to push in the Squib suppository. Less to “trick” me into getting a suppository than to ensure that I would remain still while it worked.

I didn’t care much for suppositories, they burned and a couldn’t hold it in until it melted completely. In hindsight, I’d say she abandoned using suppositories on me when I grew sufficiently enough that a “good enema” would work on my constipation.

Estimate you lucky that you never receive a suppository between two car door in a motorway area lol.

Oh Gosh! I wish I had this experience as a kid. My husband tells me about his experience about getting suppositories as a kid. He told me that his mom kept a blue jar of suppositories similar to Vicks jar in the refrigerator. He said the suppository was long and skinny. He told me that he had lay in his parent's bed with his underwear and pants down to his ankles and retain it for 15 minutes. I wish my mom would have given me suppositories. I would have love laying there with my panties down and feeling that nice burn until 15 minutes were up.