Witnessed enemas

When I was given enemas by my mum growing up it was for punishment/humiliation I was naked over mums knee with a towel on her lap but she would invite my sisters and their friends to watch was so embarrassing, would love to hear from others that may of experienced this

It was not unusual to get an enema when I was spanked, or instead of a spanking ("Let's see if an enema will fix you up so I don't need to spank you)

Those enemas though were not horrible punishment enemas, just enemas much like I'd get if I was ill, constipated.

While others weren't invited to witness her giving me an enema she would tell anyone in the house what was going to happen and if they walked by the bathroom, or her bedroom, chances are they'd see it happening.

At the lake an older female cousin would make a point of coming by as I was getting my enema, or being spanked, to have a look. Embarrassing for sure. Particularly as she and mom might exchange a few words about what was happening. The flip side was I saw her getting E&S a couple of times and heard her get an enema and/or spanking more often. Both were pretty exciting for me so hard to complain about her seeing me get it.

When my siblings and I were growing up, we got enemas from mom, grandma, and our two teenage aunts. They gave us enemas in private occasionally, but mostly together in the bedroom or bathroom. It was normal for us to see each other getting enemas, however, seeing the adult's getting enemas was a different story. We never did see mom or grandma getting an enema. However, our teenage aunts were a different story. We spent four-to-six-weeks at grandmas every year, once school was out for the summer. I was ten years old, the summer things changed between us and our teenage aunts. I had been in bed for thirty minutes or so, when I got out of bed to use the bathroom. Being summertime, all I had on were white cotton briefs. When I got to the bathroom, the door was pulled too, it wasn't closed or locked. Not really thinking about it, I walked in and froze. My two teenage aunts were both nude. The younger girl was in the knee chest position with a douche nozzle buried deep in her behind, with the older girl controlling the flow. I apologized saying, “I’m sorry, I need to use the bathroom.” The older girl told me, “Go ahead.” As I was using the toilet, I noticed her getting another enema bag, douche nozzle, and towels from the linen closet. Seeing that, made me realize I was in for a spanking, putting a knot in my stomach. When I finished on the toilet and started to pull my underwear back up, I got told, “Take them off.” As she sat down. Then told me, "I think, you know what’s coming next, don’t you?" I answered, “Yes. Please don’t spank me. It was an accident.” She replied, “It wasn’t an accident! You know better!” Paused a second then continued, “I’m sorry, but you’re getting a long hard spanking. Get across my lap now or I’ll use mom’s hairbrush.” At that, I immediately obeyed. Once I was across her lap naked with my hands pinned behind my back, the two girls discussed the issue with me. When they finished scolding me, I got the hardest and longest hand spanking I'd ever gotten. She’d given my siblings and I spankings in the past, but never as hard or as long, as she spanked me that evening.

When it was over, she told me to go stand-in a corner of the large walk-in two head shower. While I was standing in the corner, I could hear her fixing a couple of two-quart rinse enemas, one for me and one for her younger sister. Once she hung them up and her sister was finished expelling, I was told to get in position on the towels. Knowing exactly what she meant, I got in the knee chest position on the towels she put down for me. Once in position, she lubricated my anus using her index finger deep in my rectum for fifteen or twenty seconds before replacing it with the douche nozzle, starting the flow. Her younger sister was beside me in the knee chest position waiting for her rinse enema. When she had my rinse enema going, she moved over and started her sisters rinse enema, exactly like she started mine. It took a few minutes for the bag to empty, starting my five-minute hold time. When it was over, she removed the nozzle, allowing me to expel and get in the shower. By the time I was ready to get out of the shower, the younger girl had expelled her rinse enema and was fixing a soapy enema for her older sister. As I got out of the shower, both girls gave me a hug then said, “we need to talk before you go back to bed.”

After I was out of the shower and dried off, the girls explained I didn’t get spanked for seeing them naked or seeing them give each other enemas. I got spanked for walking in the bathroom without knocking. If I’d only knocked, they said, “We would’ve allowed you to come in and use the bathroom. You’ve seen us naked plenty of times during evening bath time, when we gave you a couple of enemas before getting in the shower with you. So that’s not an issue, nor is seeing us give each other enemas. You’ve watched us give your siblings enemas, just as they’ve watched us give you enemas. The only thing we would've done, was offered you another rinse enema. And knowing you, you would've accepted." Giggling as they said, "You really like enemas, don't you?" That was the first time I knew for sure the girls had our number, when it came to enemas. It was also, the first time I had a red face to go along with my red and very sore bare bottom. I replied, “Yea, I do." Paused a moment, then said, "Y’all like giving enemas as much as you like getting them, don’t you?” The girls giggled again, not saying a word. That was all the confirmation I needed, then said, “I’m right, aren’t I?” Then with a sassy smile, they said, “We like giving spankings too!” And giggled again. After a moment or two they turned serious and said, “We need to warn you, if grandma heard you crying and ask questions. We’ll have to tell her what happened. If that happens, you’re in for another spanking. This time from her with a hairbrush. We’ve both made the same mistake, and that’s what happened to us. We’re not going to say anything, but if mom ask, we’re not going to lie about it. So don’t be surprised, one way or the other.” At that, I didn’t say a word, I just put my underwear back on and went back to bed.

The girls had given my siblings and I a couple of enemas at bath time earlier that evening, hence my need to use the bathroom after going to bed. I had forgotten it was the girl's normal routine to give each other a couple enemas, after putting us to bed, on evenings they gave us enemas. I paid for that mistake with a very sore bottom, but I learned something in return about my two teenage aunts. The downside was grandma heard me crying and asked questions. After the girls explained what happened. She told her youngest daughter, who was getting an enema when I walked in, that she had to give me a spanking as well. The next evening at bath time, the younger girl took me to the bathroom and gave me another long hard hand spanking then an enema, finally putting me in the shower and bathing me.

Unlike LindaB, it wasn't unusual for me to get spanked before getting an enema. In hindsight, I had likely resisted or threw a tantrum at the announcement it was time for my enema.

My grandma and/or older sister usually witnessed the events and I would get teased unmercillesly by my sister for being such a boob.

She took her enemas like a "big girl" and was often praised and rewarded. While I witnessed the preparations, I was precluded from the actual administration unless I could sneak a quick peek or listen in to the process.

If I teased her, she would tattle and I'd get it in the end...sometimes soapy!

WOW 😳 you poor kid. I never had an experience like that, thank goodness. It was just me, my older brother and my dad, mom was not around. Growing up we were use to seeing each other naked, in the shower, it was no big deal. Dad took care of us and when we needed a good cleaning out that's what happened. He was very gentle with us boys and I can't remember me and my brother putting up a fight about having to take an enema. It was just the facts of life...

I grew up in a very small house with one bathroom. When my sister or myself were getting enemas you have to exist parent's bathroom, run through the kitchen with a full bowel to get to the bathroom. Everyone in the house could see you naked from the waist down holding your full colon. That process continued until I was about 10, my sister a bit older. My parents took their enemas privately, either when we were not home or in the bathroom.

Witnessed my sisters getting enemas.

As I've shared in other posts, during hard times in the mid 50s we lived on a small farm in West Virginia with our paternal grandparents I was about 6 at this time. Our family consisted of grandparents, mom and dad, three sisters, Tess (two years older) and Robin (youngest 3 years younger than me) and Diane (1.5 years younger than me). The house was a huge 6 bedroom farm house with a small bathroom on the first floor and a large bathroom on the second floor that was always used for enemas. The old farm house had a large porch that ran almost all the way around the house with a roof over the porch where the upstairs windows opened onto the roof making it easy to climb out and go around to look into the bathroom window. The house had a seat under every window except the kitchen which served as storage and the perfect place for someone to sit on for enema administration which was almost always at night before bed so it was easy to watch outside the window without being seen.

When it was my turn, I vividly remember either my mother or grandmother partially filling an open top red bag with a red hose and black nozzle while I removed my pants and underpants knowing full well what was going to happen. The bag was hung on a hook next to the window, once everything was ready, I was placed across her lap watching every move in the full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door, savoring the insertion and waiting anxiously for the CLICK. I was already hooked on enemas as was my older sister Tess who liked to think of herself as an expert since she saw me getting enemas probably around 2 or 3 years old. I don’t remember those but Tess said mom used the “red squeeze thing in my butt”.

It was Tess that got me started sharing enemas together behind the barn or down at the creek that ran through the farm. Tess and I figured out that most people aren’t supposed to enjoy enemas so Tess and I would put up a token resistance to the procedure when it was one of us getting hosed.

Now to the watching others getting enemas. Diane and Robin either really hated enemas or they were very good at faking it. When one of them was to get an enema there was much pleading, begging, and arguing so Tess and I really enjoyed watching their treatments. To this day I vividly remember that nozzle sliding in their tiny butts and watching their fussing through the entire procedure, and the required 5 minute hold before hitting the toilet. A few times one of them, usually Robin didn’t hold long enough and got a second enema. By the time we moved to Philadelphia, I think Tess was 13 so I would have been 11. There we lived in a house with one bath so now when enemas were needed mom put a rubber sheet on the recipients bed covered with a couple of towels, and from the living where the rest of us were told to stay we could see mom carry the combo bag slightly bulging into the bedroom and heard her say “take your pants and under pants off, lay on your stomach spread your legs” I would slip over and watch the insertion, and rush back to the living room as mom picked up the bag before she could turn around. If the TV was off or low we could hear the click, and about 5 minutes later whoever got the enema would come running out squeezing their butt, with mom carrying the now flat bag to the bathroom. I think I liked watching my sisters getting enemas almost as much as I liked getting them myself! By that time Tess had stopped us playing together as puberty interrupted our activities.

Diane and Robin never discussed enemas with me, I don’t know if they talked with Tess about them, we never did talk about our years on the farm with anyone or each other after we reached our teen years. I never stopped solo and I know Tess continued as I sometimes came home early after school and the expulsion sounds were a clue.

I’m still…….LostInThe50s

Sorry it's so long but don't you think that without the complete background the simple " I watched my two younger sisters get enemas" would be kind of hollow.

I'm disappointed to hear that that your mother used them for a punishment that's how you screw up a kids head

As it seems to be with all of us here, the enjoyment of enemas isn't just our indulging in receiving or administrating them, there is also watching someone else getting one or knowing that someone was going to get an enema or had just received one. All of this happened before puberty in the mid 50s.

To understand my antics with Tess you will need to read my other posts about our life on the farm and how Tess and I shared our enjoyment of enemas when we were young.

As I was reading a story about someone that had heard her aunt giving her cousin an enema, her story brought back memories of something that happened on the farm. I’m pretty sure I was about 8 so Tess would have been 10. As related in other posts I spent my younger years living with my grandparents in huge farm house in West Virginia on their farm with my three sisters and our parents, and during summer vacations or holidays some of our cousins.

The house had a porch that wrapped around three sides of the house with a roof that the second floor windows opened out to giving my older sister Tess and I the opportunity to slip out and go to the bathroom window. As this was the 50s and frequent enemas were a way of life then, there were many enemas administrated in the large upstairs bathroom after dark near bedtime.

Such was the case one Thanksgiving when we had several families visiting including my aunt Cathy with her two girls. Lots of activity in the kitchen and dining room while adults were cleaning up after dinner, Tess found me and said “Lisa is going to get an enema, let’s go watch” Lisa and Tess were the same age putting Lisa at around 10 too. It seems that Tess was in the kitchen when aunt Cathy was talking to Lisa about not pooping for two days and she tried to give Lisa Milk Of Magnesia with Lisa refusing saying “it makes my tummy hurt and I have diarrhea for two days”. Tess said “aunt Cathy told Lisa to go upstairs to the bathroom and she would be up.” Tess heard aunt Cathy tell our grandmother that she’ll need to use her enema bag. It was obvious what was about to happen to Lisa and we intended to watch!

Tess and I went up the back stairs as to not arouse suspicion, going to her room, out the window and around to the bathroom window. There was Lisa waiting as aunt Cathy entered carrying the red bag and hose with the familiar black nozzle that had been in our butts many times. Aunt Cathy told Lisa to take her pants and panties off and she went to the sink running water until the temperature was right. We could hear Lisa saying that she didn’t need an enema and she could go by herself. Aunt Cathy then got the 16 oz measuring cup from under the sink and poured 2 cups (32oz) of warm water into the bag. I remember Lisa saying “that’s too much water”. Aunt Cathy said “it’s the same amount I give you at home, grandma’s bag is bigger, it just looks like more. Instructing Lisa to kneel and rest on her hands, the enema was hung on the all too familiar hook next to the window, Vaseline was applied to the nozzle, nozzle inserted in Lisa’s butt as she must have done many times, she asked “are you ready”? Lisa said “I guess so”. We heard the click, Lisa started squirming as the water flowed, leaning down and forward groaning and pleading to stop. Aunt Cathy stopped the water with about half still in the bag, reminding Lisa if she didn’t take it all she would get another enema before bedtime. We heard Lisa say “ok, let’s get it over with”, another click, Lisa finished the enema and after holding it for 5 minutes she was allowed to expel.

The things that were different from when mom gives us enemas was we are across mom’s lap and mom uses a wind up kitchen timer for our 5 minute hold but aunt Cathy used her watch. Other than that the same rules applied to Lisa, take all the water and hold it for 5 minutes or get another enema. They must have studied enemas 101 from our grandmother as that was the same when grandma gave us enemas!

Both Tess and I would these “loopholes” to get a second enema once in a while!

I’m still LostInThe50s

No, never, from my US RN Mom giving me very few for constipation only, alone with her. In my wildest dreams I can’t imagine mom ever giving us an enema as behavior modification. I regret that you or anyone else had them for non-medical reasons.

Eric

After reading most of these stories especially the lengthy ones I got to be honest with you something just doesn't add up here two and two don't equal four. The first thing I'd like to say is that I don't think it contributes to a healthy and wholesome bringing up to allow siblings cousins friends or any other Tom Dick and Harry to see each other getting enemas. Children have an expected right of privacy when they going through a treatment like that. They are not posing for some show that they're putting on. I'm sure that many of them were embarrassed to have others watching that's usually done in private. What was gained by watching others did they think it was funny was that training them to be future voyeurs or peeping Tom's? The several descriptions in different stories of boys and girls watching each other getting enemas just seems to be out of character for the 1950s and 60s when moral standards were more strict I just can't believe that that's a truthful accountant that what went on I just can't believe it sorry to offend anybody but I can't. Unless the families that this supposedly occurred in had no moral decency and all members of the family could do whatever they wanted and anytime in front of anybody they wanted willy-nilly. There's definitely something rotten in Denmark with these accounts

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When my older daughter was 14, she asked if she could watch me take an enema. Those were the days when I was still taking heavy pain meds, resulting from an accident in my 20s. I’d be getting occasional headaches from being constipated.

I’d wait until our girls were in bed and I would give myself an enema before joining my husband down the hall in our own bedroom. Jen’s bedroom was next to the master bathroom, and she could hear when I was releasing into the toilet.

At first I was reluctant, but she was rapidly growing into a young woman, curious about everything at that stage, and so one night when I was feeling ill, I said OK. I had never given her an enema from a bag, and this whole procedure was sort of a mystery that she was scared of.

She joined me in the bathroom, and I showed and explained everything I go through, including staying with me throughout the release, which was, as I recall, voluminous and smelly.

With this did was alleviate much of the fear, particularly when she observed me putting a rubber tube up my behind and the cramps were very mild. As a mom, this was a new experience, and I must say my daughter and I felt very close that night, and that experience was one I have always remembered.

She’s 33 years old now and has an enema bag.

Vicki V,

What a beautiful story, thank you so much for sharing.

Vickie V.......You did the right thing Vicky. I think it was better for her to be introduced to the enema that way instead of being frightened and reluctant to use one if she ever needed it. I'm sure that you showed her how to do it in a caring and gentle way.

I watch the Youtube videos the other day that gave suggestions on how to explain to a child who doesn't want to participate about the enema. One thing they said was If the child sees that you are afraid and nervous in the child's going to pick up on that and he's going to react negatively. They said you have to be confident and methodical throughout the whole procedure

LostInThe50s

Was your aunt your mother's sister her brother sister or your fathers sister? Do you happen to know the reason why your aunt could not wait until she got home to give her daughter and enema? Was the child's health in imminent danger? If she didn't get the enema right then in there would something bad happened to her? Looks to me like your aunt had one big set of brass balls to give her kid in enema at someone else's house. Sister or sister-in-law or not that is not acceptable. Seems to me that's hardly the place to administer such a procedure. How many bathrooms did you have in the house if that was the only bathroom what happens if someone else had to use the bathroom and your aunt's tying it up for an hour. What does the person do piss and poop outside. Then the part about you watching a whole procedure that's a nice healthy wholesome educational thing to do isn't it especially at that age? I hope that didn't lead to a life time of being a voyeur and a peeping tom

I ran into this while looking at prior posts on Zity and it kind of hit me, as I'll never forget it. I grew up in a small town in the 60's where everyone knew each other, and one where we could just walk in to their house to visit friends.

It was a warm summer day and expected his mom to be already at work, when I walked in and made my way to his room.

Before I got to his door I heard stop, stop, stop, I'm full. Standing outside his door with their backs to me, was his mom holding the enema bag, with the red hose sticking between his buttocks, laying on his left side and rocking back and forth.

I stood there silent for a few minutes, until his mom looked over and saw me and said "I'm giving Ronnie an enema. He'll see you later ". With that, I went home rethinking what I saw as well as the feelings of getting them.

A few hours later, he came over and sheepishly apologized about what I saw, and later on sharing our experiences getting them. Later on we started giving each other enemas with the bulb and bags from 10, to where his family moved when I was 14. He even taught me about masturbation that I never knew about.

I have witnessed several enemas. The first was when my mom was giving my little brother a bum bulb when the suppository had not worked. I told my mom I was constipated too. She said a big boy enema will make you sick to your stomach. So I tried some more and had a bm. I don't know why she just couldn't give me a couple of squirts, she already had a sink full of soapy water.

Next was in the hospital after our first child was born. My wife had extreme gas pains so thay gave her several return flow enemas. After that the nurse showed up to give her roomate a pre-discharge enema. I didn't see it but the activity was still intriguing. The roomate had much discussion about the enema, it was not her first rodeo.

My next experience was when my wife had fibroids removed. After several days of hospitalization she was very uncomfortable and the night nurse came in and said "you need some bowel therapy". She proceeded to give my wife another return flow (Harris Flush) enema. Prefacing it with the comment "This will be a gentle thing I'm not putting any soap in it". This was in the 90's when enemas were still common in the medical community. Since then my own experience in the hospital has been that you have to beg for an enema to get one.