Father’s Day

Thinking on my upbringing dad was never really involved in the clean outs. Curious if this was the case for others?

When I got sick during the night, I went to my mom. My dad would go to my bed room and I guess go back to sleep. He never got involved. Actually he wasn't involved in my life much at all. I always said he was a good provider, but not much of a father. I'm not so shure he was a great husband either??

Never

Me too. Never. Enemas were Mom's domain.

Never an enema or any form of discipline. Mom was the one administered the enemas and the bare bottom over the knee spankings, mom was definitely in charge .

My father helped out a few times when he fought not to get the enema. Usually he would hold my legs for my mom to do the enema.

Other than hanging a bag in the shower that I began experimenting with (age ~ 11 years old), no. Enemas were given to me by my mom up to the time she and my dad separated and divorced when I was seven years old.

We only got a (very) few enemas as young kids. All we’re from my mother when my dad was not home.

My siblings and I got enemas from mom, grandma, and our two aunts. In the nineteen fifties enemas were the realm of females. Dad was never involved; however mom would call him if we misbehaved. If that happened, we knew we were in trouble, because dad would spank us no questions asked. His only involvement was to administer punishment when mom called him.

My father was never really involved with any enemas. They were always done by my mother or aunt. My father was involved with making probably one of the first home made shower shot enemas in the 50s that my mother used on me one time which resulted in forever hard ons with me. It was not very safe and the last enema she ever gave to me. My mother died when I was a young man due to a sudden illness. I was always a very loyal son to her, I just wish she could have been there for me throughout the years.

My dad was on hand for my first enema from mom. His role was encouragement and if necessary, enforcer. After they became routine, dad would check in occasionally. When I was 13 mom ended her role as my enema giver and turned that over to dad. He quickly transitioned me to self-administering my enemas. Thanks dad!

@John Sitter It's cool that you talk about your father, can you tell us how he encouraged you? Did he talk about his experiences too?

Having someone encouraging you during the enema makes all the difference. Even when I struggled with enemas, it was reassuring to hear that I was doing a good job, that I was just getting done.... My father always encouraged me when he was present during the enema. When I had severe cramps, he would ask my mother to stop the flow of water and massage my belly.

@brazilian, I don't remember him admitting to his own history with enemas, but he always spoke with a knowledgeable tone of voice. (I found out later that he indeed had intimately knowledge with them.)

For that first enema my dad was standing in the doorway of the bathroom thus any attempt to escape would have meant getting past him. That was probably plenty of enforcement. He encouraged me by simply talking to me about what was going to happen, how it might feel (strange but not be painful), and it would go much smoother and faster if I could relax. My dad knew that if I understood more about the process and the details the better I felt. Mom usually answered my requests for that kind of information with phrases like "That's just the way it's done." and "It's for your own good." That last phrase was particularly unhelpful, she'd also use that phrase just before paddling me.

@JohnSitter Your story is interesting because mothers are generally responsible for this procedure.

How did you find out about your father's knowledge? LOL

@brazilian, as I've posted elsewhere here, the morning after that first enema from mom I went to the bathroom and saw the enema bag hanging up in the shower drying. The hose was drying as well, but the nozzle had been changed to a larger one. Also, dad's PJ bottoms were in a pile on the floor. I actually didn't add up those clues at the time but I did eventually figure that dad sometimes got an enema from mom after I had got one and had gone to bed.

Dad always did my cleanouts. And he didn't tolerate fussing or recalcitrance. I think it definitely gave me this fixation for sure.

My dad was a travelling salesman and would be gone for weeks at a time. Consequently, mom and grandma handled all the childcare duties including the administration of medicines and particularly, enemas. That didn't mean that dad was oblivious to the various circumstances while he was away. He did call to check on things as necessary. Quite often, we nosey and perceptive kids, overheard at least one side of a conversation. Mom would report that she had to give my sister or I an enema, or that Dr. Ross had prescribed enemas for different issues.

I have posted that mom mentioned that dad had to have regular enemas due to some type of "fungal" issues that developed during the war. When dad was at home, we kids got locked out of the apartment or shooed to grandma's next door. We often observed a wet enema and/or douche bag after we were allowed back in. Before we became aware of the douching concept, we assumed that enemas were a part of their intimate relations.

While dad never gave either of us an enema, he would sometimes comment on mom's common treatment. The time mom was angry at my older sister and I for obviously playing with the enema bag, and pointing or shaking that long black nozzle at us, dad commented that mom was serious and was likely to give us both enemas we wouldn't forget. We got those intense soapy enemas, but it was after dad was on the road again. I never did participate in giving my own kids enemas. That was left to mom due to my own sexual/sensual enjoyment.

Had a few from my father growing up as I suffered really badly with constipation.

It kind of had to be my Dad seen as it was just the two of us from when I was four. Plus, he was 40 when I was born, and being from the fifties he's always been a bit...different to other parents of people my age.

My father was a WW-2 casualty that should have died, but too tough to give up. His guts were literally spilled, washed and put back in with tape run over a candle and stuck onto the skin. Was 6 months in the hospital and discharged in 1943. Mother and her little brother played enema games growing up and were the last 2 of 12 kids. Dad's brothers and sisters played enema games with their neighbors. Simply it was naughty, safe and clean mischief. Dad's guts were stuck together with adhesions inside him and was always either very loose or all bound up. So mom was honored to serve her soldier boy and brought me, her oldest by her side. I was her enema assistant before i started school. Sometimes when a sibling needed treatment, i would give under her supervision and when she was sick, i was expected to serve and keep house. Dad never did me, but i helped him when mom was sick. Mom was proud of her work and i was double that, in my mind.

When I was a kid enemas, suppositories and laxatives were my Mom's responsibility. My Dad was never involved in anything regarding my bowels. That seemed to be true of my cousins and friends too. It was their mothers who dealt with their bowel treatments, although I did hear one of my cousins being threatened with a spanking by his Dad if he didn't get in the bathroom right away for his enema.

My Dad was not involved much with the enema process either. I remember he came home early one day and I was giving my mom a fit because I didn’t want her to give me enemas. I had been pooping pebbles for 2 days and was told if I didn’t have a bowel movement she would have to give me enemas. I was 6 years old and on day three still pooping pebbles when my mom came in to wipe me. I was not wanting to stop playing. He told me to go to my room and wait. He came in with his belt and I got 2 pops over my panties with my dress pulled up over my bed. Did not really hurt but my feelings were hurt . I was told that I will be getting enemas and I better cooperate! I was only 6 but still embarrassed when he came in to check on me while I getting the enemas because I naked on my back in baby position or sitting naked on the potty 💩 💩 💩

My dad was not interested at all... so, no way 😃

Hi Chase

My dad was never involved in my enemas. Mom told him I was getting a needed enema, but his only admonitions were not to give her any trouble. I feared his spankings.

I wish we could chat more.

Redards,

Lance

I receive from him the weekly soapy enema since I was 10 years old

My dad had nothing to do with my childhood enemas. My mother gave me all my enemas.