Have you ever walked in on someone receiving an enema, rectal temp, suppository etc

Have you ever accidentally walked in on someone in a vulnerable exposed situation? Example: someone receiving an enema, suppository, rectal temp, spanking etc.

What was their reaction or yours? Was it something that turned you on or was it just the opposite under the circumstances?

I always fantasized about walking in on my ex wife under one of these conditions. Sadly it never happened, however I did get to purposely witness some which was great!

My wife has never been hesitant about inserting a tampon in my presence so I don't know if that answers the question. Also, she would douche in the shower or sometimes while sitting on the toilet. Even early in our marriage I walked in on her as she was doing so. No big deal for either of us.

My sister and I started swapping enemas shortly after our RN grandmother taught us personal hygiene as preteens and enemas became our responsibility. We both had constipation issues, and found it more convenient to give each other enemas, rather than doing them solo. We had to share a bedroom, because our house only had two bedrooms and one bath. So, nudity wasn’t an issue with us. One afternoon, a month or two later, while giving my sister an enema. Our brother walked in on us. His practice at school got canceled, and he got home much earlier than expected. As he entered the bathroom, and saw what we were doing, he said, “I’m constipated too.” Remove his clothes and waited. After that incident, our sister gave my brother and I enemas on request, and we did likewise for her.

Fast forward a couple of years. I was giving my girlfriend a couple of enemas one afternoon for period cramps, when her younger sister walked in on us. We were at her house and simply forgot to lock the bathroom door. My girlfriend was sitting on the toilet when it happened, and I had just hung her rinse enema up. When in walked her younger sister. Announcing, I needed one too, as she undressed herself and got down in the knee chest position. Quicker than my girlfriend could said, “Get out of here.” I knew my girlfriend and her sister swapped enemas, like we did, because my sister told me. She’d given my girlfriend a couple of enemas one afternoon, when she was having bad period cramps. During the enemas, the girls talked, telling one another about their afternoon enema activities. That’s primarily why my girlfriend approached me about giving her enemas. Because she found out, I was giving my sister enemas. Something, I couldn’t turn down when asked. Then, as quickly as she told her sister to get out, she looked over at me and said, “Give her my rinse enema, I’m not quite finished.”

Fast forward a few more years. After my wife and I had kids, they walked in on us one evening, while giving one another a couple of enemas. An hour after putting them to bed, we thought they were both asleep. Unfortunately, we didn’t hear them get up and come in the bedroom. Our bedroom was across the hall from theirs, and they were in the habit of using our bathroom. Needless to say, it was awkward, but we used it as a teaching moment.

When I was about 6 I walked in on my female, 1 year younger, cousin about to get an enema from her mom (my aunt) with a bulb enema. She was throwing quite a fuss. I was shooed out and didn't actually get to see her get her enema. It had a lasting impression on me until, at the age of 9, I finally got the nerve to ask my mom to give me an enema!

A man walked in on my medical play session

My legs in the air and my beautiful Asian nurse/mistress was preparing the next contraption next to me

I never walked in on anyone but I did watch a next door neighbor woman give her toddler nephew a bulb enema. Then the aunt stripped and gave herself a full bag enema and I watched her masturbate while she was receiving the enema. This happened when I was about 3 years old.

A few years later I peeked as my RN mom gave two neighbor ladies a series of three enemas each. I saw this happen on two occasions. The women receiving the enemas were totally naked and watched each other as they held the enema bag to assist my mom.

I've experienced this once when I was being catheterized for urinary retention. I was in an exam room at an urgent care clinic when a nurse walked in with a college age guy. Apparently they thought the room was empty, the nurse apologized, and they left. I was so embarrassed I think I must have blushed a deep shade of red.

Almost did. Knocked on Moms bathroom door asking if I could come in. She said no. Can I crack the door, I asked. No! Can I talk to you? She said no, I’m taking an enema, I’ll be out in a little while!

Yes and I have posted on this before.

It happened when my friend ( female) was home sick. I went to see her unaware she was sick.

Her mother brought me into the living room where my friend was on the couch on her stomach with her pajamas and panties pulled down, a thermometer sticking out from between her cheeks while the family doctor ( circa 60s- house calls) was sitting on a chair next to the couch looking at his watch, timing the registration time..

I was surprised that I was brought into where this was going on. She saw me but remained calm , saying nothing.

A day or so later she told me it didn’t bother her that I saw her. We left it at that.

I walked into my wife's hospital room a couple of days after she had given birth to our oldest child. There was a Treatment - Do not Enter sign on the door, but I was her husband and I went on in. As I pushed the door open and stepped into the room, a nurse was bending over my wife and I could see my wife's bare bottom exposed and the nurse pulling the enema tubing out of my wife's rectum. Their backs were to me and the door, so neither one saw me open it and come in until the nurse pulled the enema tubing out rolled it up and stuck it in the enema bucket, then stored it in the bedside table. She had just given my wife her hospital discharge enema. This was back in the mid 1960s when pregnant women and teen girls were shaved and given a soapsuds enema to prep them for labor and delivery and then were given a discharge enema before being released from the hospital to go home with their new baby.

The nurse didn't say anything to me, but left the room. I continued on in and when my wife saw me she told me to help her get up and to the bathroom, she had to get rid of the enema she had just been given. I can still visualize that scene today as clear as if it happened yesterday. I don't know what I would have done if I had walked in when the nurse was inserting the enema tube into my wife to give her the enema or if she had been in the middle of giving her that enema. I suspect that I would have stood quietly and watched unless ordered out by the nurse. I don't know if the enema she gave her was a soapsuds enema or a plain tap water enema, but the nurse used a 40 ounce capacity disposable plastic enema bucket called an Enema Administration Unit or something like that. I would have loved to been allowed to watch the whole enema procedure from start to finish.

I was already in the uni and one day arrived back home from the dorm unannounced. Stepping in seemed there is nobody there but heard some discussions from inside. Walked to the living room and to my surprise through the open bedroom door saw my sister taking an enema administered by mom and aunty.

Years ago I was visiting my bride in the hospital the morning after giving birth to our second child when a nurse came in and asked the woman in the next bed, "any luck yet?" She said , "not yet" and the nurse nodded and left. A while later the nurse returned with a box and covered tray, and some Chux pads. She pulled the curtains fully around the other patient and I could hear her tell the other woman she was going to give her an enema since the laxative was not working. The woman said in a resigned voice, "I guess it has come to that."

The nurse went into the shared bathroom of the room and I heard water running and she returned with a 3/4 filled clear plastic enema bag that appeared a bit cloudy. I was surprised I was not asked to leave, so I just sat in the chair and listened attentively. Although the conversation was barely above a whisper you could clearly hear the preparation and positioning of the lady in the next bed. The nurse then said, "OK, I'm staring it now, let me know if you start to cramp and I can slow it down." I could hear some grunting and groaning and the lady said, "Can we please stop, I feel like I'm going to burst!" The nurse said, "I'll stop it and see if the cramp passes, but I'd like it if you could take a little more." After a short pause, the woman said, "alright, I'll try a little more."

By then I was finding it hard to conceal my 'growing interest' and my wife whispered, "you're enjoying this aren't you? Pervert!" I just answered I was just thinking of her!

The woman then asked the nurse to please stop and let her go to the bathroom RIGHT NOW! I heard some rustling and the curtains parted and the nurse assisted the woman to the bathroom and closed the door. Though the door I could still hear the unmistakable sounds of several big expulsions and eventually a flush. While that was going on, the nurse removed the nearly empty enema bag, poured the remainder in the sink, gathered up the pads and stuck them in the trash can. She took the tray of stuff and left.

When the woman came out she said, "I'm so embarrassed you heard all that but I guess since you're married I guess you've heard and seen all this before. I hadn't pooped since delivering and they wouldn't let me out until I did."

We didn't speak again and she was discharged later that day. My bride did say she would be sure to poop because she wanted no part of that!

It's never happened to me. I have gotten some enemas in front of other people, when i was young and adult too, but these people have never happened to come randomly. Or at least I don't remember it ever happening or I never noticed it.

I haven't even accidentally seen anyone get an enema... I've only come close once. I was a teenager and I was dating a girl. One afternoon on the way to her house I passed her bathroom window and saw her mother busy administering an enema to my girlfriend's younger sister. I didn't see her (the sister), I only saw her mother with her back turned and the enema bag. Although very curious, I decided to move on to avoid being discovered and embarrassing everyone (especially the sister).

Does being in an adjacent exam cubicle at the ER count? I was waiting when in the adjoining cubicle was a woman complaining of abdominal pain. When being seen by the doctor, she began to protest loudly about having to receive a rectal exam. This gave me chills as well but worse when I could hear her positioning for it and then making an audible gasp during the exam. Her protests did little to prevent a deep examination for the resident doc.

You don't necessarily need to visually observe an aspect of the exam. Often hearing how the individual reacts is surreal and hardly comforting as you are likely to be on the receiving end soon!

I heard a ruckus coming from the bathroom as my mom was attempting to give my younger brother an enema. She was losing her patience with him and told him it was no big deal but to demonstrate she then said that she would give me one to show him. It was a surprise to me and moments later I was over her lap getting an enema. I didn't dare complain but it seemed to convince him and after I was done he was next and took it without a peep.

As a medical resident I walked in on a male patient being given one on the ward. I hurriedly retreated. Since I would rather not be surprised giving or getting one myself—I lock the door if someone is in the house. That’s not a problem since my ex left in 2008 and I’ve been alone ever since.

When I was a resident physician, I walked in on a nurse giving my patient an enema (which I had ordered). I quickly excused myself and left the room. I sensed my patient’s embarrassment and this led to my feeling embarrassed.

While visiting my mom in the hospital, a new patient, a 20 ish something aged female came onto the ward with a nurse and another older female . She got the bed by next to where my mom’s was.

Because the young woman had to have some things done, and for privacy, the curtain separating my mom’s bed from the new arrival’s was drawn . After drawing the curtain the nurse stepped out and headed away. I could hear some activity like clothes being removed ( shoes and belt sounds) and the girl and the woman with her in a discussion. As I was talking with my mom , a moment or two later , I saw the nurse coming back, and she entered the woman’s curtained off area. She had an IVAC or FILAC thermometer unit in her hand. I was familiar with them, especially the ones that had the probe tops that were RED!

I could hear some discussion, part of which was, “ Has your temperature been taken”? the nurse asked. I didn’t hear a reply.

There was a brief quiet until the young woman blurted out which most of us on the ward could hear; RECTALLY?! Are you serious? Do it in my mouth!, or under my arm, please!”’

Again a brief silence, and I heard some rustling, followed by another exclamation … which I think a number of other patients heard too, “THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING!!

Then it went quiet again, but I heard the rapid beeping of the unit. As I said I was familiar, and a moment later, more sounds of rustling. The the nurse drew back the curtain and left the woman’s bedside. I could see the nurse holding the thermometer unit in her hand and I guess as she walked back to the nurses station, a grin on her face, she knew full well that most if not all of us heard but did not see what took place. Thank goodness for opaque curtain design!

The young woman’s s face was flushed but I don’t think it was from a fever.

Walked in as mom was giving my sisters an enema over her lap using a bulb syringe many times. Also accidently saw mom and aunt Jean receiving an enemas from each other.

In addition, witnessed enemas being given to my friend's baby brothers.

I have never walked in while someone was receiving an enema, rectal temperature, or suppository.

In some of my previous posts I described my hospital enema experiences as a young boy. At the time in that hospital, enemas were administered to me and the other young boys with me without the benefit of privacy. Thus, I was able to directly witness enemas administered to the other boys.

Perhaps, the young girls, teenagers and adults were afforded more privacy. But I never witnessed anyone else besides us boys receiving enemas.

When I was a resident physician, I walked in on a nurse giving my patient an enema (which I had ordered). I quickly excused myself and left the room. I sensed my patient’s embarrassment and this led to my feeling embarrassed.

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I did walk in to the bathroom while mom was giving herself an enema, she was a frequent enema user and would actually announce that she would be indisposed for a little while because she had to take an enema, she was sitting on the toilet only wearing a bra leaning forward about to insert the small enema nozzle, she said you need to run along and play and she would be finished shortly. Second person I walked in on was my very young niece, I went into moms bedroom and my niece was on her back with her legs held up by my mom with one hand and squeezing a small white bulb enema in her bottom with the other, I was all too familiar with that position, receiving most of my childhood enemas the very same way.

No, unfortunately, never have.

I have walked in while my cousin was receiving the bulb from my aunt she has also seen me in return

When I was working in the OR in a hospital during college (many decades ago), I was assisting an orderly to pick up a patient for surgery. I entered the room as the nurse was administering the preop injections to the patient. I backed out of the door and waited until she had finsihed and was leaving the room.

In college, I was visiting my girlfriend and had a strong urge to pee. It was morning and I didn't see her next to me so I thought that she was making coffee. The bathroom door was partially open and the light wasn't on but the room was bright enough from the sunlight coming through the window. I came in and saw her lying in the bathtub with her legs up on the sides of the tub and two bags hanging on the side with the hoses leading to two nozzles deep inside her. She was getting a douche and enema at the same time. She looked up surprised to see me. I asked if she was constipated and she answered no I just want to be clean back there for later besides an enema can be quite enjoyable. I knew that from my own experiences but was so pleasantly surprised that she also got off on that. Do you want to help me with my douche she asked. Yes, what do I do? She took my hand and brought it down to her pussy lips. Just open the clamp and close it when I tell you holding the lips tightly around the nozzle to fill me then close the clamp and let the water gush out. So we did that until the bag was empty. By then I was super hard and she told me. Help me get up and wait for me to expel. This is my final enema and it is an herbal one. Tell me which herb I used. So I helped her get up and admired her beautiful round distended tummy so full of enema. No sooner did she sit down then the fragrant enema started gushing out. Wow, mint I said. Yes my favorite spearmint she replied. The gushes decreased and finally she was empty. As she got up, I could see that indeed she was clean inside. I wiped her and the paper was clean just wet. She went to sit on the bidet which she enjoyed and told me to get some lube and the lube injector. She bent over showing me her beautiful brown puckered hole. You know where to put it don't you, she told me.

I would walk in on my brother sometimes..

It's pretty much an everyday thing at my place. No one thinks anything of it.

When I was 12, my sister was home on break from college, she left her makeup kit in the bathroom. I was tummy down over the commode seat and mother was giving me an enema. Allison pecked on the door and asked if my makeup kit on the sink. It was, so mother opened the door and of course, Allison saw me in a rather embarrassing situation. She attempted to put me at ease by exclaiming. "No need to be embarrassed, Dee. I've been in the same position myriad times."

During my college undergraduate days living in the sorority house, I walked into one of the multiple stall bathrooms many times when one of my sorority sisters, were either filling or washing their handheld douche bulbs.

Since we all gut enemas together twice weekly, walking in on someone in mid-enema was a non-event. It happened many, many times and nobody even gave it a thought. There were many times when we would stick around to get one when the bag was empty. (Although our two older sisters never asked to be next.)