First suppository

You remember your first suppo put as child?

How was in?

Oh, but yes, when I was 5, I started getting soap suppositories regularly. At 5, it was a new, dramatic experience. I cried a lot because my bottom was always burning. Later, it went away.

I don't remember the ones given in my very early years but I have enough memories of the many I received from 3/4/5 onwards. Often given by my dad with me laying in the diaper change position across his lap, pants and undies pulled down, bottom exposed. I'd be crying and begging for him not to give it, I'd probably be spanked and said hated suppository would be pushed in and held in place by his uncomfortably chunky finger. I'd have to lay like that until it had worked its magic and then very often I'd be made to stay laying across his lap and poo my pants or a diaper placed under me. Hated then BUT sooo much of a turn on for me today!

My first one that I remember was given to me by my mother when I was 6. It was a compazine suppository for nausea from the doctor. I remember her being angry almost that she had to give it to me. She was not comfortable in the least with the situation, even though she took them herself from judging what was in her fridge. She had me lie down on my bed with my nightgown pushed up with no panties on. Then she basically just jabbed the cold thing into me with her finger and long finger nail. It hurt. I started to cry and squirm away and she held me down and smacked my bottom several times. After she finally removed her finger, I wasn’t allowed to get up out of the bed, even though my favorite TV show was on. I had to lie there for 30 minutes she said. Sigh. I hated it. However the whole experience has created a fetish, and now I prefer my medicine in suppository form. I’ve learned all you need is short finger nails and a little lube.

My first suppository was a big surprise. My mom was working so hard to get me to get totally potty trained. I was 4 I think. I had no problem peeing in the toilet but pooping was a problem. It usually ended in a messy underwear. My mom one day was cleaning my butt and wiping me. Then with no warning at all I felt her spread my butt apart a little bit. I really was not alarmed much as she did this before as she helped clean me up. Then I felt something being stuck in my butthole. I reacted as you would expect. I cried like hell... I remember my butt burned and stung. I also had an urge to poop but I held it in... My mom could not understand how I could still hold my poop in even after a suppository. Enemas would be needed to make me go and that is another story. I was terrified of being made to poop as a young boy...

I think if the rectal suppository is administered forcibly, it can be a defining experience in childhood. That is, it may be important that it is not administered forcibly, but playfully, because this way it will not leave a bad experience. As an adult, it is obviously different, in some cases, like me, it already has enjoyment value.

I've had suppository since I was a baby, but the first time I can remember it was at my grandmother's house sleeping when my mother woke me up saying I had a fever. She said I needed to put a suppository, I didn't want to and I started crying. It was night and she ended up convincing me. I remember that I was face down on the bed, I felt my mother opening my ass, inserting the suppository and then her finger. I screamed and I believe that the suppository was very close to the sphincter because I tried to sit up and felt the suppository inside my ass. That hurt and I asked to take it off. My mother explained that there was no way and asked to lie on her stomach and wait for it to melt. It was an ibuprofen suppository, they took time to melt.

I remember my first suppository at 3 or 4. I am sure I had them before then on the diaper table in the diaper position, since I saw it happen to my younger siblings. Also, more often I got an enema vice a suppository. I remember my mom taking me into the bathroom and I saw the rectal thermometer and vaseline on the table near the toilet but did not see the blue jar of stick suppositories. My mom pulled my pants and underpants down to my ankles, sat on the toilet and pulled me across her knees and then pushed the vaseline coated thermometer into my bottom. When she was finished so thermometer and read it, then said, I need to give you some medicine. She kept me otk and took one of the stick suppositories and pushed it in and out a number of times then pushed it completing. She kept otk for the another minute or two and then said I needed to let the medicine work. Then she told me I could pull my pants up and lay on the couch until I had to poop bad. After about about 15 minutes I pooped good. She wanted to check the results and she was satisfied. I learned later the medicine was a suppository.

SoMDBadBoi, what kind of suppositories were those?

My first butt torpedo (as dad called them) was my first day of kindergarten. I am sure I had them before as an infant, but I don’t recall. First day of kindergarten I was so upset at being left alone, I made a big fuss to the point where I started vomiting. I was picked up by my mother and driven to the army doctor on base - I was an army brat. So he prescribed the offending meds and explained to mom how to apply them by making a gesture with his finger, indicating it goes up the bum. Despite my persuasions and declaration of a miraculous recovery, no one would listen and I was destined to get the invasive ass bullet. I tried to run off, butter army doc snatched me up, pulled me over his lap and pulled my pants and shorts down in one swift movement. He slapped my bottom once which shocked me. This presented him with the right moment to spread my cheeks with two finger snd push the suppository in. I was so stunned that I stopped fussing, screaming and kicking just long enough for him to apply it. There were several more in the packet, and suppositories became a go to for my mother when we had nausea. All subsequent suppositories were less dramatic, always on the back, legs pulled up, pants slightly lowered. You knew when u saw the jr of Vaseline and the foil wrapped sucker what was going to go down, or up ur butt for that matter.

The first time I got a suppository was when I was 4 or 5 years old (I don't remember exactly), it was from my mom and it wasn't the last time (over the years I got suppositories from my mom again and sometimes from the doctor too), I don't remember that I would act out a lot or defend myself, rather I obediently held on and tried to cooperate, even though it was definitely not pleasant for me, because I got the suppository dry every time and without any lubrication, so my butt hurt for some time after inserting the suppository .

I vaguely recall my Mom using the long, thin children's glycerin suppositories to make me have a bowel movement when I was being toilet trained. If she had run out of them she used a long carrot shaped soap stick that she carved from a bar of Ivory soap and soaked in warm water 'til it was soft and slippery.

I was 14 and had just had my appendix out and had't had a bowel movement. The nurse inserted it and it felt like it exploded in me! It was the first time a finger and a strange object had gone there! I liked it!

About age seven. In hospital with Sydenham's chorea. Apparently I hadn't had a BM in several days so they stuck the thing up my butt. Boy, did that BURN! All that came out was a half melt pellet which was put back in. Still didn't work, but there was no enema I remember. Must have had the BM by the next day because nothing else was done to make it happen.

I don't really remember the very first one but I remember mom coming into my room when I was sick and saying the Doctor gave me some medicine to help me get better but because my stomach was upset it had to go in my butt. She had the foil wrapped suppository in her hand.Of coarse I said I didn't want it but she said that I had to and that it wouldn't hurt and that she would go real easy. She pulled down the blankets and then told me to roll over on my belly. She the pulled down my PJ's, I clenched my cheeks, she told me to just relax. I felt her spread my butt and then felt the tip against my butt hole. With that I felt her slowly push it in along with the tip of her finger until I felt slide all the way in. She clenched my cheeks together for a minute so I wouldn't push it out. When I was sick this happend 3-4 times a day.

I cant remember my first. I just remember they were mostly given to me for fever. Maybe since I was a baby.

My mom would sit on my bed, put me over her lap, spread my buttcheeks and insert the suppository. My earliest memories must be from 3 or 4 years old.

My first suppository I cant remember. I guess they were given to me since I was a baby.

My first experience with a bulb enema at 4y was very shocking to me, so after this I tried to avoid any other thing going in my butt, and I only remember the suppositories that were given to me after this incident.

First I would try to ignore what was about to happen, I would play the deaf boy, if they were calling me. Somehow I distinguished this "call" from others.

I would go play at the very back of our big backyard. My dad would usually come and tell me they would give me a suppository. They, my parents, were always honest and they never behaved angrily. My dad would pick me up while I sobbed. If I wasnt cooperative he would put me over his shoulder and took me to my mom who would me patiently sitting in their bedroom or bathroom. And over her lap I went and in my butt the suppository.