What are your thoughts about Punishment Enemas?

My mother always give enema after spanking not as punishment but to rid rectum of soap

Growing up in the nineteen fifties my siblings and I got an enema after a spanking to help calm down. Our grandmother got it started by offering us a rinse enema after a spanking. With her, we were free to accept or refuse. However, once mom and our aunts picked up on it, they gave us a rinse enema afterwards wanted or not. The spanking was punishment, not the rinse enema, it was to help us calm down.

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I have done many of them with hot water ( 1 gallon ) dishwashing soap or liquid tide two melted irish spring soaps then plugged with an ivory soap family size bar ( very thick and large) with some hot sauce . I wear panties and turn off the light and lay in the dark listening to beach sounds. Sometimes i would fall asleep for a short time. I have never did any permanent damage. I still occasionally do them. The right lady could talk me into a few more.

Although it is not my cup of tea, I see no problem with punishment/discipline enemas among consenting adults as part of play. My preference is both the giver and receiver are enjoying it.

As a child, I got a few enemas as "attitude adjustment" when mom decided my grumpiness or bad attitude was the result of constipation. It was usually the right call.

What I fail to understand are the stories I read here where little "Johnny" is caught playing with the family enema equipment and his mom decides his punishment is that she will give him an enema that he won't soon forget. Is that punishment? Only that it may be bigger and with a lot of soap?

I don't have any new ideas but yes please to all of the above!

I enjoy enemas far too much for it to be a "punishment".

I was introduced to the punishment element of enemas by the wonderful Sister Veal. She used to keep a school cane next to the treatment couch and finally during a visit never having been caned I quized her about its use. She suggested if I really wanted to find out more I should try a few strokes before being allowed to expel. I did and have never looked back and whenever possible enjoy receiving the cane and the residual pain of striped buttocks as I sit on the toilet.

I think a humiliation element along with the physical discomfort would really get me going. I would like to get an enema that was uncomfortable and then be forced to complete a series of embarrassing tasks a long with it. I would especially like crawling around on the floor with the nozzle still in me... I find the appearance of a 'tail' so sexy. I would also like to be made to take a large enema and be forced to hold it for long periods of time. Maybe I'd like to take a difficult test and based on my score that's the amount of soap or sparkling water added to my colon. Now that I think about it, there's a lot of possibilities!

Punishment enema is a fantasy of mine - especially if the person giving me the enema funishment has a few friends helping/watching - making me hold more and more is a turn-on fantasy

Being dominated and humiliated - that's a desire of mine

Not really my thing. I enjoy them too much to consider them punishments and when I give an enema I have no intention of causing pain. Closest thing to punishment I guess is when my giver says “you’re going to take the entire bag”. That’s a turn on.

For me the "punishment" aspect of enemas is about submission and mild shame, more than real discomfort/pain. Being lightly coerced into taking one, being spanked a bit while holding or between enemas, being lectured, etc.

So named " punishment - enemas " will be a special Phantasie by many member's here, but be very careful by doing this !! - use your - hopefully - given mind and don't risk damages to the body of your " play partner " !! - and always think about it: reality beats Phantasie !!

Since my mom knew about my aversion to enemas, she thought she could discipline me with them. Physically, though, it was probably only two or three. Often, the mere threat of an enema was enough to get me back on track. I only remembered the last of such punishments, as this enema was the last one she administered to me.

Now, regarding my position: This is clearly child abuse. I had a truly loving mom and I don't want to judge her, quite the opposite. I realize now that I sometimes upset my mom a lot.

Our punishment enemas today are on a different level. My lady can be very creative.

Since my mom knew about my aversion to enemas, she thought she could discipline me with them. Physically, though, it was probably only two or three. Often, the mere threat of an enema was enough to get me back on track. I only remembered the last of such punishments, as this enema was the last one she administered to me.

Now, regarding my position: This is clearly child abuse. I had a truly loving mom and I don't want to judge her, quite the opposite. I realize now that I sometimes upset my mom a lot.

Our punishment enemas today are on a different level. My lady can be very creative.

- firstly many thanks for this comment !! - secondly this practise wasn't the right form to educate a child !! - as you mentioned, it was very near to " child abuse ", saying this with great respect for your mother !!

Completly another situation nowadays in your live - as an adult -, when you are able to do these practises with your partner !! - but maybe you can reproduce the situation in your mind, when you are getting this form of " punishment " !!

I fantasize about an enema bondage rack. The subject could be strapped down in either all fours position or on their back, knees up. The enema receiver would be forced to both take crampy, soapy 3H enemas and expel them while tied to the device.

I'd mainly want to be the giver in this scenario, to watch my e-mate writhing and groaning, enduring the treatments. But I could also see taking a turn strapped down and helpless.

@4711koeln

The 1950s and 60s were completely different in terms of education compared to today.

I'd like to illustrate this with a simple comparison:

During my school days, teachers were respected, and sometimes fear was involved.

Today, teachers are afraid of their students; sometimes even of their parents.

Perhaps sometimes a punitive enema was the lesser of two evils compared to corporal punishment.

That doesn't mean I condone either in retrospect, and I maintain my opinion that it was child abuse.

Sounds good to me bet you like being filled

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@chef said

I enjoy enemas far too much for it to be a "punishment".

My first enema, a punishment enema, was so pleasant instead of painful, that it began my lifelong love for enemas.

When I was six years old, I played doctors with the neighbor boy. My friend spent the afternoon at my house and when he asked what we should do, I suggested playing doctors. He thought that was a good idea so he asked how to play doctors. I said that he needed an injection in his bottom. Not having been to medical school, I didn't know that injections go in the butt cheeks. I thought they went in the bottom hole. I had my friend pull down his pants and then with a little soap and water on my index finger for lubrication, I shoved my finger up his caboose and wiggled it around a little to make sure all the medicine got in there so it was fully effective. Then we reversed our positions and he gave me an injection in my bum hole.

When he got home, his mom asked him what we did for fun and he proudly told her of our budding medical practice. Needless to say, his mom was not at all impressed with our medical practice and she called my mom who also was not impressed and, in fact, she was quite embarrassed.

So, the next day, she kept me home from school and informed me I was to be punished with an enema and a paddling. I knew what a paddling was and was not looking forward to that, but I had no clue about the enema. She said she was going to teach me a thing or two about sticking things in other people's bottoms or and in my own bottom. The thing is, she didn't teach me the thing she was trying to teach me because the enema felt oh, so good.

After taking me into the master bathroom and stripping me naked, she had me bend forward with my hands on my knees. Then she parted my cheeks, inserted the nozzle, and squeezed that red bulb. I think she accidentally shot the thing at my prostate because when the jet of warm water hit my innards, I was in love with enemas.

I had never had an enema so I didn’t know what to expect. The jet of water came as a complete surprise, but it was an awesome surprise, nonetheless. I went up on my toes with a squeal of delight, but realizing that I was being punished, I quickly turned the squeal of delight into more of a scream of pain and shock so my mom would think that she was teaching me a thing or two about putting things in bum holes. Unfortunately, or fortunately, the thing or two I learned was that I like enemas and I like ‘em a lot.

And I’ve loved enemas ever since. Until I left for college, whenever I could, I snuck into me parent’s bathroom for a quick enemafio

I’ve read accounts of punishment enemas that are truly punishments. And if that floats your boat, more power to you.

I’m with @chef on this one. “I enjoy enemas far too much for it to be a ‘punishment’" and I wouldn’t want it to be a punishment anyway.

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