Tricked into getting a suppository during childhood

What position were your suppositories inserted in during youth? I quickly found out that if I were told to lay down with my pants at my knees, I could anticipate a suppository. i would be told “I just want to look” and then I would feel a suppository inserted while I squirmed and protested. Were any of you tricked?

I was told I needed to get my temperature checked but got a Babylax instead once😅

I was seated on toilet mom would say let me look , see if your finished . I would lean forward as if I was getting up she would stick the suppository up my butt .

I have never been deceived. My mother always said what she wanted to do. When I was younger, my mother used to take me over her lap. When I was older, I lay on my bed on my stomach.

My mother did not hide the preparations from me. When I was about to get a suppository, my mother would come to my room. she brought a suppository, petroleum jelly, and rubber gloves from the refrigerator. She told me to take off my pants and underwear. She then took the suppository out of the package and put on the gloves. Then I had to assume the position, Mom spread my buttocks and recommended taking a deep breath. That was the only trick - then I reflexively relaxed my anus. Then I felt a slippery gloved finger push the suppository into my rectum.

No never had to get tricked. Because of my disability I've always gotten suppositories every day. My mum or our outreach nurse used to perform a manual check of my rectum then when stool is inevitably found I was told I needed a jelly bomb in my bottom. Diaper position or on my side usually or sometimes otk. Up my little pooper it would go followed by a full finger. I still get them pretty much the same only its my biggest turnon so I almost always get a raging hardon and I've even fully ejaculated during insertion a number of times

In the hospital, as kid, nurses often inserted suppositories at the same time as they took a rectal temp. Was a way to get suppositories up deeper and thermometer held it up.

I was 10 when I was a constipated and sore butthole my mom told me she would just check it up by looking I agreed and suddenly I felt something cold going in my hole I screamed and tried to push it out but no way to do it after getting her finger so deep

I was never tricked. My parents were always upfront and honest when it came time to give me suppositories! I always knew something was going in my bottom when I was put across my daddy’s lap or mom had me lay on the floor or bed in the diaper position! So no I was never tricked I still cried and didn’t like it but there was no point in protesting as I was getting the dreaded suppository or temperature no matter what!

I still don’t like suppositories but I know and understand now that sometimes they are needed and do help!

Yes, my mom said she needed to see why she couldn't poop, when I was bent over I felt the suppository followed by my finger. She also said that she needed to apply an ointment and inserted the suppository by surprise.

My mom tricked me sort of. I kind of knew something was going to happen I would not like but I did not know what. My mom had me sitting on the toliet and I pooped a small amount and she said lets get you wiped up. First she just wiped my butt. Then I felt something slippery which she said was to help get my nice and clean. Next thing I knew she went to the bathroom counter for something which was a suppository. With no warning at all she pushed something cool up my butthole. I could feel whatever it was go all the way up my little butt. My reaction was what you would expect from a 5 year old boy. Cry and scream. My mom said now Eric come on this wasnt so bad. Its will make it easier for poop to come out. I guess I was backed up so bad the suppository never made me go. All it did was burn inside my butt. I later on needed enemas to make me go. Fleet enemas also did very little to help me go much but that is another story of my poop adventures as a boy..

I have never had to have a suppository !!! So I could not have been tricked

I could never be tricked after first one. Laying on my bed with pants down was always a rectal temp.

Kneeling on the bed or in the bathroom , it was always a suppository. I was surprised by an enema once. Thought I was getting a suppository but got an enema instead. The bag was hanging from the shower head with the curtain closed. It was hung so high that it ran in so fast that I couldn't do anything about it.

No I was never tricked. The times I needed one I knew I was getting one. My mother would be the giver and her process was to have me bend over at the waist in the bathroom and she'd put it in. I don't remember it being particularly traumatic or anything, not even particularly unpleasant. The worst part was feeling it was somehow my 'fault' I couldn't poop.

I don't think I was ever tricked, or when I was only a toddler maybe. I don't remember getting laxative suppositories, only those with medicine, and before giving one mom would have me go poop and I don't think she ever hid that it was to give me a suppository after that.

I was… I would not say "tricked", but more like "taken by surprise", for some other things. For instance I received digital rectal exams without being quite told what the doctor would do. I guess doctors in those days acted upon "the less you tell the kid the less he'll worry".

Lay down on side. Never been tricked.

I was never tricked, mum simply said she'd be giving me a suppository! I never wanted one, but it wasn't my decision. After some protest, my pants were down, mum sat on the toilet with me over her knee and the suppository was pushed into my tight little rectum followed by her finger 👉 I was always crying by then, but I always remember getting a hard on during the insertion. Thanks to my mum, 60 years later I still have an anal fetish for suppositories and the finger, even though I'm straight. Can any other men or even women relate to my experience? Please share your in the comments. I'd love to hear your thoughts

@Butthole_Surfer, my mother gave me glycerine suppositories fairly frequently for as long back as I can remember until I was 12 or 13 years old. As soon as she announced I would be getting a suppository, the crying and begging to be given a chance to poop on my own began. She sat on the closed toilet lid, pulled down my panties and had me bend over her lap. I was wailing by then. She took her time inserting the suppository up my bottom and kept me over her lap for a few minutes to make sure I didn’t push the suppository out. Then she pulled up my panties and the long, 45-minute wait began. Long before the timer went off, I was howling about how much the suppository burned. Then I needed to poop desperately, but was not allowed to use the toilet until my mother gave me permission. By then, I was having painful cramps. Needless to say, I hated when it was suppository time.

Now, I quite enjoy three suppositories deeply inserted about 20 minutes before receiving a big, very soapy enema. Go figure.

No tricks for me. My mom, the only one ever to give me suppositories, only did if I had a fever, very rarely. She'll come in telling me what I needed. No use complaining. I turned on my side, she lowered my pajama, opened my cheeks and slid it in nice and easy. I knew that as soon as I was better I would get a treat of some kind. She gave me the last that I was about 13. After that she would give it to me, telling me to put it in myself. Never cheated.....

Never was given suppositories growing up. It was after getting married when my wife introduced me to suppositories . Both glycerin and hemmoroid. Started using 1, and when that didn’t work used 2, then 3, and sometimes 4. When those didn’t work went to the enema.

Yes, as children, we were usually tricked when it came to suppositories. We didn’t like them at all; if asked, we would have always said "no" and refused the medication.

For this reason, suppositories were typically administered without warning - slipped in quickly during everyday routines, such as changing a diaper, washing, drying off, getting dressed, or while we were distracted by a conversation, a game, or some other activity - or even while having our temperature taken rectally.

During these routine moments, we were completely relaxed. Our bottom muscles were loose, and - *whoosh*- the suppository would slide deep inside before we could even react. As a child, there was no way to resist, say "no," or discuss the matter. It simply happened, and once it was done, there was no way to prevent it from taking effect.

Back in my childhood, this method was quite common; using a distraction to quickly insert a suppository was a very popular trick. For my mother, it was extremely practical, convenient, simple, and very fast. That’s why she preferred using suppositories whenever we had a fever, pain, a cough, constipation, nausea, vomiting, teething issues, or gas, or even just to calm us down. It was the easiest way to administer medication. A brief moment of surprise and the suppository was already in. For all five of us children, this was often done without our consent or against our will, using this quick and simple approach. While it wasn’t exactly fair to us children, it was incredibly effective and easy for parents.

@Karl80 My mother also said that suppositories were easier to administer, she also believed they were more efficient.