This happened when I was still 5 and Tess was 7. It wasn't me "over the tub, it was one of Tess' friends who told Tess about how she got enemas. Oddly enough I remember most of what Tess told me, I do remember the incident stinking up the downstairs, and laughing about it, and the resulting enema. I didn't know until today that Tess and Betsy watched!
Today I was reading some posts to Tess about kneeling or bending over the tub, and she remembered a day when I was destined to get an enema, and for those of you who missed my other posts, Tess is two years older than me and helped hone my enema fetish as after I came home from a tonsillectomy and had experienced my first remembered enema in the hospital, Tess and I started doing enemas together either out behind the barn or down at the creek that ran through the property usually using as Tess called it "the red squeeze thing". This was while we were living with our grand parents on their farm in WV, early 1950s, in a big old farmhouse.
I already learned from Tess that when mom gave enemas they were always administered in the large upstairs bathroom with the bag hanging on a hook next to the window and the administrator sitting on the window seat and the recipient across her lap. Now a few weeks went by after my hospital experience, mom decided that an enema was needed for me as I had been leaving extremely potent room clearing farts and mom reasoned that I needed a good clean out. It was after supper and Tess and one of her friends Betsy were in her room and Tess heard mom come upstairs with me and she knew that both of us being in the bathroom that I was in for an enema!
Tess remembered telling Betsy "looks like Marty is going to get an enema, do you want to watch"? Betsy asked "how can we watch?" Tess and Betsy climbed out her bedroom window, went around to the bathroom window and laying down on the roof in the dark watched mom fill the bag, squirt the air out, hang the bag on the hook, Vaseline the nozzle, they heard mom say "lay across my lap" insertion, click, and of course I complained about it being too much which brought the now familiar "take it all or you'll get another one".
I watched everything in the full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door the nozzle lubrication, insertion, opening the clamp, and the bag go flat. After holding for the required 5 minutes mom took the nozzle out, I jumped over to the toilet. Tess told me after the enema was empty they went back to her bedroom, Betsy told her that her mom hangs the enema on the shower curtain rod and she has to bend over leaning her hands on the side of the bathtub for her enemas. Betsy told Tess that was the first time she saw a boy's "thing" because she only had two younger sisters.
Tess never told me about this before, which is a good thing at 5 years old I KNOW I would have been embarrassed knowing a girl not my sister saw me with no pants on and getting an enema!
Tess told me that she and Betsy never talked about watching me or anything about enemas as far as she can remember.
Tess: "Marty, it was your reading about over the tub or leaning on the tub stories that triggered that memory, I could just imagine Betsy bending over with the hose in her butt! We can laugh about it now, I think my memory about the incident is pretty accurate, like all of our friends back then I lost contact with everyone after we moved to Philadelphia".