How did or do you feel knowing it is going to be enema time?

How did or do you feel knowing it is going to be enema time? When younger if I heard that word, I would be afraid about others knowing I would be getting filled with Ivory soapy water. As an adult I get excited knowing soon it will be time.

It was similar for me.

As soon as the verdict “enema” was made, execution began. I perceived every enema as a kind of punishment.

Today I have a completely different perspective. In my opinion at the time, far too many were administered in the past, but today there are probably too few...😇😎

I'm convinced that my mother was a con woman in a previous life. She convinced me that going to the denists was fun and she did the same with enemas. I cried and plead like everyone else in the beginning but my the age of 10 or so, she had me thinking of how good I would feel when it was over. She had a way of making me want an enema because it would make me fell better so when she was preparing the enema, I was thing of how good I would feel after I expelled it.

How did I feel? Oh, goodness! Tingly all over! Butterflies swarming in my stomach! Excited! Wow! I was oh so looking forward to what was to come!

The first time my mother told me that I was she had to give me an enema, age11 ,I was nervous thinking of her putting a tube in my rear was nervous excitement. Once the enema was administered I liked the procedure and it be came a fantasy

From an early age, my brother and I got a hard-on when mom told us she was going to give us an enema. Something our sister didn’t miss, once we were undressed and laying on our back across a bed together. We got to watch each other as mom slid her index finger deep in our anus and moved it around, before replacing it with an enema nozzle. This is when we first started getting a hard-on before an enema. And it didn’t take long before we got a hard-on just anticipating mom sliding her finger deep in our rectum while laying across our bed or later in the bathroom.

When we stayed at grandmas for four to six weeks during summer vacation, our teenage aunts gave us enemas together at bath time. Grandma had a big downstairs bathroom with a large walk-in dual head shower, making it convenient for the girls to give us enemas together at bath time. The first thing the girls did, once in the bathroom, was totally undress us. As the girls helped us removed our clothes, before removing their own, they didn't miss our hard-on and neither did our sister. This was the normal routine because the shower was large enough, we could get in the shower together, along with the girls. Next, if grandma had told the girls to give us a couple of enemas, we were put naked across their bare lap. Then they lubricated us with an index finger buried deep in our anus for fifteen or twenty seconds before replacing it with an enema nozzle. My brother and I were usually hard by this time, but if we weren’t, we got a hard-on as their finger slid deep in our anus. Once the girls finished giving us a couple of enemas. They put us in the shower together, then one or both girls got in the shower to bathe us and keep the peace.

The closer we got to puberty, the more it affected us, as the girls slid their finger deep in rectum. That by itself was intense, but as they started moving their finger around our penis got even harder, becoming extremely sensitive. We didn’t understand why it was doing that, but we really enjoyed it because it felt so good. Something that our sister and teenage aunts didn’t miss either. We learned from our sister during private conversations after being put to bed, that it affected girls too, only differently. The one thing we all had in common about finger lubrication was that it felt so good, we wiggled around and moaned. As we got closer to puberty, we realized it was not only affecting us, but the girls as well. We had realized early on they enjoyed giving us and themselves enemas. And started noticing they were making excuses so they could give us more enemas than really necessary. Something we started anticipating and looking forward too because enemas were becoming more pleasurable than they ever had before. Especially when they put us naked across their bare lap instead of using the knee chest position. So, we didn’t mind the unnecessary enemas. We enjoyed them because they felt really good but naughty. Plus, the girls enjoyed giving us enemas laying naked across their bare lap, as much we enjoyed getting them.

Others here have said it as wlll but moms just sort of know when we might have needed an enema. I'm not talking about those times when we were sick in bed or when the doctor might have told her to give me one. Three or four days without a BM and even without asking mom knew. When it was enema time she would try to put a positive spin on things by saying "How about I make you a nice warm enema?" For me it did not matter what other words were used in a sentence with the word "enema" but I was not interested in the least and would do whatever I thought might work to get me out of it. Unfortunately, nothing I ever said or did was going to change her mind.

Knowing it is enema i get excited especially in the morning looking forward to all that warm going up my bowels and the clean felling i will have latter

Just the word enema would get me hard and very excited,i would rush into the bathroom a strip myself naked and wait for mom!

As a Child I didn't like it because it somehow always gave me cramps.

As an adult I love the feeling of the warm water surging through my rectum and bowels. Once I eliminated it I loved the clean feeling it left behind.

Once I was aware I was going to get an enema, I was either scared or angry, can't remember. I knew the neighbor would come over to hold me down while the nozzle was inserted, I was probably 7 or 8, can't remember. Once they got the nozzle in, there was no stopping it.

Most often, I found out that I would be given an enema immediately before it was administered. Although sometimes they told me that tomorrow or soon they would give an enema. I always felt awkward, ashamed and embarrassed about having to undress, show off my anus and often poop while sitting on the potty in front of the opposite sex. The very feeling of fluid in my stomach and even the cramps did not frighten me.

When I was young, my mother would tell me that I should come right home after school since she was going to give me an enema. Especially in Junior High, I would have an erection for most of the day just thinking about what was going to happen later that day. Sometimes, I would receive the enema as soon as I got home. However, most of the time, I would have to wait until my mother decided when it was time. Usually, I would receive the enema after I showered before bedtime. The uncertainty only added to my excitement.

Terrified at first knowing something would be stuck up my butt and make me go poop. As the time came I calmed down and just went with it. I behaved because I knew I was not going to get out of it. I also came to understand I had a strange tickle feelings as the enema was flowing into my bottom. At the time I figured it was all part of the enema procedure. I also understood that I would feel much better once the enema flushed me out as I would often get very backed up. I did not enjoy the loss of control I had but I dealt with it usually with tears running down my face.

Once the decision would be made i would get nervous and apprehensive with butterflies in my tummy, Knowing it was going to happen and there was nothing i could do. Always an accurate temp first and then stripped and led by the hand to her bathroom, on display for her to see what a little boy i was. Still get the same feelings now

There was never any ambiguity about when it was my time for my enema from my mom. Almost without fail, every Sunday afternoon I was called into her room for my "cleansing", as she felt that enemas led to a healthier day-to-day life.

I felt excited and tingly. I loved enemas as a small kid. So if Mom said it was enema time I was glad. Mom never did them right away, she called an aunt or friend to tell them I was getting an enema. She also insisted I take a nap, and I had to try to go BM. Even if I did I said no, which would earn my enema.I remember the excitement of hearing the linen closet door opening, and then the water running with Mom arriving in my bedroom with a full enema bag.

Mom would lube my ass with Vaseline, then the nozzle was inserted and the clamp click put me in a trance. I think it's fair to say I was like a junkie getting a fix.

Even at a young age I would get excited when I was told that I was going to get an enema. One time when I was about 11 or 12 I was at my friends house wathing TV with him and his sister when their mother called down to them a to come upstairs because it was time for their enemas. I was embarrased for my friends and at the same time was hoping taht I would be told to come upstairs to get an enema too. I was very excited.

Like many others on here, hearing that I am going to get an enema now is an exciting sentence to hear (or say to someone). However as a kid it solicited feelings of fear and dread knowing it was coming and there was no way of getting out of it. This was particularly true about things like long road trips or vacations where it was almost a certainty that an enema would be given at some point

I never feared enemies but I really disliked some. I hated the potato starch enemas that mom injected every morning for several weeks when I had chronic diarrhea from too many antibiotics. I was not allowed to expel it and it was syringed right after I went in the morning. I felt violated and yet the insertion of the lubricated nozzle and the warm enema flowing through my anus as mom slowly squeezed the white bulb and feeling the tip of the nozzle touch a special spot in my anus started to give me erections. I enjoyed the sensation but hated the enema. I didn't like the m and m enemas that I occasionally got because a balloon nozzle was inserted to ensure a thirty minute retention. The cramps were uncomfortable but the relief from the uncontrollable gush as I squatted over a bucket caused an erection and many an orgasm by itself or as I masturbated. I also got Ivory soap enemas and rather enjoyed them as I only had to retain them until I felt a strong urge to go. The herbal enemas my sisters and I got were large, filling and expanding our tummies but they were warm and given slowly with a long colon tube fully inserted. We all came to enjoy the sensations the enemas caused.. Especially after my oldest sister introduced me to an anal vibrator. It had different settings which she varied increasing the vibration when I got cramps and a desire to expel.

I was 10 or 11 when I got the first enema I remember. I was both nervous and excited. I only got 3 or 4 a year until I was 15. At age 12 I started giving myself enemas using a douche bulb because it was kept in the bathroom and was easy to clean after using it. In fact, I had my first ejaculation when I was giving myself an enema. I was naive and had no idea what happened. I had to ask my 16 year old cousin what it was. I was 18 when I got my first enema from a college girlfriend. I really loved that. So did she and 3 years later we got married. Enemas became a major part of our sex lives. That reinforced my enjoyment which still continues today. I still become very aroused when I decide I’m going to give myself an enema.

The excitement and anticipation of getting an enema has waned slightly over the years although once the preparation activity starts, then it gets stronger. There were times when I knew I was going to get one, I couldn't concentrate on anything else.

The first time, mom announced I needed an enema, I bolted out the door. When I finally returned, not only an enema but a spanking before. Figured it was not worth it. Just took the bag from then on.

@Easy3 I liked your story, it seems that over time the excitement diminishes because it becomes something common

@E42 said,

When I finally returned, not only an enema but a spanking before.

I had the same think happen to me growing up, but the circumstances were different. During a summer visit with our grandmother when I was ten years old. I walked in the downstairs bathroom without thinking when the door was pulled too. The instant I walked in I knew I was in trouble. My two teenage aunts were both naked and the younger girl was in the knee chest position with a douche nozzle buried deep in her behind. And the older girl was controlling the flow. I apologize, and said, “I’m sorry, I need to use the bathroom.” They allowed me to use the toilet but told me to take my underwear completely off. Knowing what was going to happen, I complied. Removing my white cotton briefs which was all I had on. When I finished on the toilet, the older girl sat down and pulled me naked across her bare lap and gave me a long hard bare bottom spanking. Once the spanking was over, she gave me an enema to help calm down. That was my second enema that evening, having received my first one before my evening bath from the girls. It was also the first summer I was able to take and hold a full two-quart enema, and was the reason I had to get up and go to the bathroom. That wasn’t the first spanking an enema I received from the girls, and it wasn’t the last, but it was the first one that turned me on. Something I didn’t understand at the time.

As a child not knowing what an enema was I was scared but after a few enemas my stomach would tingle when mom said you need to have an enema , mostly remember being embarrassed and more so as I got older that mom would see my penis starting to get hard, I didn’t really know what this new feeling was all about.

As I got older and was starting to understand the feelings I felt embarrassment that I shouldn’t feel this way and wondered if I was the only one that felt this way.

Fast forward, I still to this day get butterflies in my stomach if I hear the word enema, I’m 68 years old now and the other day prior to the wife and I playing with each other my wife said “do you want to give you an enema?” My stomach turned upside down hearing that which is still amazing because my wife has giving me many enemas and just hear her say that is still very exciting.

I really don't like it, because the pressure at my anus is always so hard. And the feeling in my stomach is also not so nice

Living as I was then in foster care I very soon developed a dread and fear of the enema. I had no say in the matter. Both my foster aunt and uncle were very much into enemas and with me now living with them soon meant that my bowels became their focus. From that very fist time when I was placed on a red rubber sheet and introduced to the red rubber thing (Higginson Syringe) and told by my aunt that she was going to use the enema. I remember her saying it wasn't nice and I wouldn't like because it hurts and the have to do rude naughty things, but the enema will make me do poos for her, and she has to my poos. As I said I soon lived in dread and fear of the enema word. And it only got worse.

Growing up I was not especially fond of having to get an enema. Too much fussing and I might wind up with a swat on my bare bottom, but eventually I learned that an enema was better than getting a swat and the enema anyway. But that does not mean that I liked getting one despite my mom putting a positive spin on it by using words like "good" and "nice." Somehow those years between my early and later teens I managed to get maybe just one enema which was fine with me. It wasn't until I went away to college and learned that an enema was a good remedy for the symptoms of PMS that I changed my mind.

At a young age when Mom said it was time, it was kind of a feeling of dread. As I got a little older and began liking the feelings the enemas brought on I looked forward to them. Nowadays it is a feeling of ya just can’t wait for the next one!