Perhaps unusually, in my family MY FATHER took charge when either my two-year older brother or I needed to get an enema.
I suspect this was primarily because he rather saddisticly enjoyed giving us enemas.
We were told to strip naked and lay flat on our tummy on a special "enema rug" placed on our bathroom floor.
THEN, after useless begging not to have to take another enema:
(1) in front of us, with a bar of Ivory Soap and his bare hand, he mixed our enema in the family red rubber enema bag,
(2) while we whined, he lathered his twenty inch rectal tube, with a thick coating of Ivory Soap,
(3) shoved the stinging colon tube up our anus and rectum,
(4) flipped the tubing clamp and watched us whimper as the enema flowed up our colon
(5) unresponseably, istened to us plead to pause the flow (supported by our watching Mom),
(6) sternly required us to hold our enema IN for a full 20 minutes,
(7) finally, let us rush to the toilet to groan and blow it ALL OUT.
WHEW !!!