@Clis said,
It all goes back to why are you taking enemas....yes, simple water works...of course a little salt and baking soda make it even safer...
My siblings and I got enemas as far back as I can remember for a variety of reasons, and never got an enema we didn’t like in one way or another. Up until we started school, we never imagined anyone would dislike getting enemas. Because we overheard a lot of kids at school fuss about their moms giving them enemas. When mom, grandma, or our teenage aunts informed us we were going to get an enema or two, the feelings deep down inside us started. Even today, those feelings are difficult to describe. They were a mixture of different feelings all thrown together at once. Some of the ones we understood were excitement, being scared, feeling naughty, and anticipation. Then there were the ones we didn’t understand, like getting an enema after a spanking or those of a sexual nature. For example: My brother and I got a hard-on when told we’re going to get a spanking, receive an enema, or both. Then, once in the bedroom or bathroom, being undressed or told to take all our clothes off. Laying across the bed or their lap. Then, as we got older, to get down in the knee chest position. Once in position, being lubricated with an index finger, covered in Vaseline, buried deep inside moving around for fifteen or twenty seconds. Then being replaced with an adult rectal or long curved douche nozzle and the warm water filling our insides. Trying to anticipate possible cramps, hoping you wouldn’t get any or they’d be small ones. Once the bag was empty, holding the enema for five or ten minutes, and finally relieving yourself. Then, depending on the circumstances, doing it all over again. Enemas overall for us, were pleasurable, even though they had their painful moments. Like getting a spanking before receiving an enema. Then, sitting on the toilet afterwards, could be a little on the painful side.
As kids, we received a soapy followed by a rinse enema or two for constipation. If we were acting moody or out of sorts, we received a rinse enema, sometimes two. If we got in trouble and received a bare bottom spanking, we got a rinse enema afterwards to help calm down. When we were sick in bed, under doctor orders, we got a soapy followed by a rinse enema the first day, afterwards it was daily rinse enemas until the illness passed.
After our RN grandmother taught us personal hygiene as preteens, and enemas became our responsibility. My siblings and I gave each other enemas for health reasons in the beginning. But they quickly turned into enemas for pleasure. Once we were teenagers, we used enemas for both pleasure and to relieve teenage sexual tensions. And I might add, the last reason listed, worked really good for the three horny teenagers. 🍑 💦💥