I don't know that it was perfect, butt it got the job done at my grandma's house, where my three sisters and I got cleaned out every Wednesday evening and Saturday morning. We lost our dad in WWII, and grew up living with our grandma, Mom, and Aunt Ruth. Ruth was only 8 years older than me, and almost contemporary with mu oldest sister. All three adults gave each other enemas, and all three gave them to us kids at one time or another. Mom and Gram did them privately, but Ruth frequently joined us on enema nights. Gram's bathroom was huge. Grandpa became wealthy in the lumber business, and they lived in what most would consider a small mansion. There were actually four baths / half baths in the house, but enemas were always given in Gram's bath. The room was (roughly) 15 feet by 20 feet, as big as most living rooms. There was a radiator along one end wall; a counter with a large sink on an adjoining wall, which also had a linen closet & shelves for various items, from medicine to enema/douche equipment The toilet was on the opposite wall, and there was a leather couch on that wall, just down from the toilet. This was where a person could sit or lie down while their enema worked. There were a couple of chairs for us to sit on while we waited for the enemas to work be prepared. The entrance was on the wall opposite the radiator, and there was another door next to the radiator, leading to Gram's bedroom. Taking center stage was a huge claw-footed bathtub. It stood off the floor on four legs that ended in lion's paws. It had a regular spout, and a shower head which topped a shiny chrome rod which sprouted from the end of the tub and rose to about six feet above it. There was a shower curtain which hung from an oval chrome pipe. That pipe was suspended from rods hanging from the ceiling. The sides of the tub curled outward and down, so that they could be sat on, or, as was the case, leaned over if kneeling outside the tub. There were six low step stools stored along the wall, which we knelt on, chests over the tub sides, for our enemas. I don't recall all six ever being used at once; but when Aunt Ruth joined us, five were in use. We all knew that after dinner, we were to disrobe in our rooms and report to the big bath for our cleaning. Saturday mornings, enemas were administered right after breakfast. Ruth joined us frequently, and she was my first female anatomy lesson. She had auburn hair, blue eyes, and a thick auburn bush, darker than her hair. Her breasts were probably B+ or C-, and dark red nipples protruded from puffy tips. We all kept quiet as Gram and Mom prepared the enemas, Ruth usually helped before taking her place. As we knelt on our footstools, our bags were hung from the shower rod, and our nozzles installed. We listened to the clicks of our clamps, as each started their enema. I was last, or next to last if Ruth was joining us kids. As we finished, we were directed to a chair or the couch for our holding period. Once finished holding, we were allowed to go to one of the baths to release. We could not flush until Gram or Mom surveyed our results. Since there were only four toilets, Ruth just held hers until one was freed up. Our first enema was soapy, and when everyone finished expelling, we reported back for a plain water rinse. As I said, I do not know if it was perfect, but to me, it seemed the perfect place to get enemas which, over time, I came to look forward to.