Did You Feel Embarrassed When You Were Given A Suppository In Front of Others?

When I was age thirteen, I began to have angry outbursts and disobedient behavior that the family doctor and mother thought was due to both constipation and the bad influence of my male cousin who was two years older than I was. We were both active in playing softball, had poor eating habits, and were getting into trouble due to our mother's finding stains in our underwear due to lazy bathroom habits. We would laugh and make jokes and call the stains tire tracks. My mother and aunt would at times pull down our pants and underpants and do an inspection for stains which we both felt was embarrassing. especially when we were both in the room in front of each other. During the summer when I was living for two weeks at my aunt's home while my parents and siblings were out of town on a trip, my aunt on a Saturday afternoon walked my cousin and I into the bathroom to do an inspection of our underpants when we had returned from playing softball. I felt embarrassed when my cousin observed her pulling down my pants and finding stains in my underwear. When she pulled down his pants and inspected his underwear, she did not find any stains. She told me that my doctor and mother had given her permission to give me suppositories or enemas if she found any stains or if I had difficulty with constipation and anger control. She also told me that she was given permission to spank me if I was disobedient. Since she had given me spankings in the past, I knew that I did not want to earn another spanking. She told me to stay in the bathroom with my cousin as she needed to go to the kitchen to get some suppositories that were in the freezer. I felt apprehensive because even though she had given me enemas with an enema bulb syringe in the past, she had never treated my constipation and underwear stains with suppositories. She returned to the bathroom with two chairs, two bath towels, and a container holding a box of suppositories and a jar of Vaseline. She put both chairs next to each other, and she sat down on one of the chairs. I felt embarrassed when she removed my clothes in front of my cousin and had me lay my lower body across a towel on her lap and rest my arms on a towel on the second chair. She told my cousin that he also would be given suppositories if she observed that he was constipated and had stains in his underwear. This was followed by a reminder that he could earn a spanking by being disobedient. She then proceeded to stretch open my anus with a finger lubricated with Vaseline which made me feel embarrassed and submissive. This was followed by the repeated insertion of ice cold suppositories in my anus, time sitting on the toilet and experiencing lots of cramping, and inspections of the contents of the toilet bowl. I felt embarrassed when my cousin stared at me, and I felt irritated when my cousin appeared to be enjoying my discomfort. I asked him if he wanted to trade places. He smiled and declined my offer to trade places. I felt very docile when the use of suppositories was ended and I was able to take a shower and put on clean clothes. I also felt motivated to improve my eating habits and bathroom habits. I am curious as to what experiences others had when they were given suppositories.

No. In fact I was enjoying it more when my uncle had witnessed my mom inserting the suppository in my bum.

At first, I was a bit surprised but than later I was excited about it. ☺️😉

Yes, always. Highly embarrassed. People seemed to watch transfixed, seeing my bottom bared, cheeks spread, anus probed and lubed and finally a suppository or two, inserted. All the while, with me protesting and squirming.

At first yes, but then it got nice

Embarrassed??? Humiliate is the right word to describe the feeling.

Same as SpankMe2522, except I never liked when anybody else could watch me when I got them.

It was indeed embarrassing and humiliating if someone else could see or knew that I was given a suppository.

I was given suppositories only in childhood

I was always too flustered to be embarrassed I’d try to run out of the bathroom naked even if we had company to avoid getting an enema or suppositories

I have the sensation that when i was a kid in my culture (90's LatinAmerica) or at least in my big extended family (aunts cousins etc), suppository administration had very little privacy. I was given one in front of my cousins by my aunt. My cousin, the daughter of this same aunt was given one in front of me and my sister and we were encouraged by the other adults to go watch the scene, and my aunt had no problem with us two standing right in front of her with my cousin over her lap.

Another memory I have is that I had this adult cousin and we went to the beach in the afternoon, all of us the big family, and she was telling the other adults, like it wasnt any private matter, that this morning she had to put a suppo to his son and that he had screamed and tried to avoid the insertion by any meanw.

All suppos were kind of public in my family I guess

One benefit of being an only child is that it avoids indiscreet siblings.

One benefit of being an only child is that it avoids indiscreet siblings.

I agree, because I am also an only child. Suppositories were administered in childhood without witnesses. But once I was very embarrassed. I was sick then and my mother administered a suppository to me. Then my aunt visited us. Fortunately, it was all over. Unfortunately, my mother told my aunt that she had just given me a suppository and that's why I had to lie on my stomach. I was very embarrassed about it.

🙄

I never got suppositories in front of anyone else, but it was embarrassing enough when other people knew. I hated it when my mom spoke about it, announced it or discussed it with other moms…. I just added to my embarrassment. Others knows what is melting away in my bum.

I do understand how kids are embarrassed about these things, but as an adult, I don't hesitate to tell someone I took a suppository (though in reality that doesn't happen often).

I frequently got them when little either from my mom, aunt, or grandma. There as usually an audience when at my grandma's or aunt's. I had a bunch of cousins. Sometimes but would be behind closed doors, but the would be right outside the door and they knew ehat was happening, watching through yhe keyhole. Grandma had a very old house that had the old style locks that youm could look through. Both grandma and my mom were kind of old-school and wouldn't think twice about giving me soap sticks. Which would make me holler because the burned so bad. I got a soapstick once while we were on a camping trip. Mom bent me over her lap at the picnic table. She pushed it up really far. Everybody saw that. I had yo stay there for several minutes before being shooshed off to the outhouse. I was so embarrassed I didn't want to leave the outhouse, but another camper came in (it was a 2-hole sidebar side) so I got up and left before the soapstick was done working.

Not as a child didn’t bother me too much. When I was 36 had to have a hip replacement. On the 3rd day after surgery my nurse walked in took out my IV. Said the Doctor started me on a antibiotic for precaution measures. She handed me a pill. Then she said she also had a laxative suppository for Constipation. That if I wanted to be released the next day I had to have a Bowel movement. At first I was a little surprised embarrassed about it. My wife was setting in the chair next to the bed she said yes that would be a good idea because I was complaining to her earlier about my stomach and the gas hurting me. I’m not to sure she didn’t tell the nurse I couldn’t poop. Well anyway she pushed it up my butt . Little while later I went

Yes. Never had one as a child, but have had a few as an adult, mostly from my wife. When I take certain antibiotics I can get constipated. I always fight my wife on this, but she usually wins. She strips me, then puts me over her lap wherever we are, our bedroom, bathroom living room couch. This 1 particular Saturday, I didn't sleep well & was cranky all day, (partially from my stomach cramping). She finally had enough of it, telling me to stop being a big baby. She beat me down with logic, I hate that. She got up off the couch went into the medicine cabinet & came back with a suppository. She put it on the coffee table, told me to get up, & started stripping me. At this point & started fighting her again. She grabbed me by my wrist, & in 1 quick motion, pulled me down over her knee, telling me I need an attitude adjustment & are going to get a spanking 1st. About 30 spanks in, the front door opened, & in walked my mother-in-law walked in, stopped dead in her tracks as she took in the scene before her. She started laughing as she walked over. "So what did this naughty little boy do now mamma"? "Oh, he needs a suppository, has been having a bad attitude (probably from his constipation), & has been fighting me all morning". "Did I ever tell you I needed to do the same thing to you father? He was stubborn & it took several times over my knee before he did what I said the 1st time". Ha Ha Ha. I started fighting again, & my wife told be to hold still, or she'd give me something to squirm about. Well, I didn't, so she slipped off one of her leather sandals & started paddling me. That really made an impression, & I didn't care who was there, I started kicking, begging, apologizing & promising her anything if she would let me up. "Well. I'm not going to do that yet, but, are you going to keep fighting me"? NO!!! "Now apologize to my mother, that she had to see you like this. Not very macho, being over you wife's knee as she breaks you down with her paddle, is it"? NO...I'm sorry mom, that you had to see me getting a spanking from your daughter. "That's ok little markiee, you'd get a longer, harder spanking from me if you pulled a stunt like this with me. Who knows, you may find out". My wife put the paddle down, spread my cheeks as wide as they would go, then asked my mil if she could give her a hand, as she had her hands full. So my mil opened the package & slid it all the way past my spinxter as she inserted her middle finger all the way in as she wiggled it around. Oh...what are you doing? "Nothing". As she kept massaging. Oh...stop that. "What?" What are you doing to me? The women started laughing. My wife said "that's disgusting, you're getting hard". They both started laughing again. No I'm not. "Oh really"? Then she told me to her a little, showing her mom, as she still had her finger inside of me. "Well...that sure looks like a hard-on to me". She then spit in her free hand, & started stroking me. OH...no...don't do that. "Why"? Oh...no. Then she said "cum for mamma", and I did, as the both laughed again. My mil, said, that's how she was able to keep her husbands mind off of his spanking (it allowed me to spank him harder & longer, if he was stimulated). I came so hard, that I just lay back down limp.

When my sisters, cousins and I were younger. We would be given occasionally be given suppositories to ensure regularity. Most would be given behind closed doors but you would know they were getting one. Mom or aunt would come in and announce who needed one. Whoever’s name would be called would trigger instant tears and begging saying they didn’t need one. Didn’t matter. Whoever it was would be scooped up, bridal style with their knees drawn up as far as possible so no matter how much they fought they couldnt clench. No matter what, they always got the suppository in.

I was never given one in front of others, but having others know I was getting one or that I got one recently was embarrassing as hell.

I was never given a suppository in front of others. Only my dad was there sometimes.

I felt embarrassed though in front of him, I wanted to prove I was a big man like him and being given a suppository in front of him made me get back to my little boy reality.

My dad never did any comment, he stayed there silently, and after it he acted like nothing had happened.

I resume that my grandparents, a few aunts/uncles and some cousins was able to be casual witness of some insertions made by my mom when I was younger than 6 or so, I still have some vague memories but not with much more details, except of my feelings, a mix of embarrasing and exciting emotions, being somehow amused by some smiles around me...

Usual, after around 7 years old or so it was just a mom-son afair...

Much more embarrasing for me was when my mom wanted to buy supossitoirs from the pharmacy (in my presence) and the pharmacy seller asked my mom if she wanted for adults or for kids...

Mom always say without to avoid being laud - "for kids".

I always find really embarrasing back then, especially when I was around 12 years old and my mom wasn't shure If the kids type supossitoirs was still fit for me and she asked the pharmacy seller opinion presenting me... ( "is for my son look at him... is 12 years old")...

Really embarrasing, especially when where other people in the pharmacy waiting in line on the same seller...

... and the seller's answer was " I give you for kids"