Do you think the enema givers who started you out enjoyed it ???

I'm sure my mother did not "enjoy" giving them to us kids, she might have enjoyed giving them to our dad though.... my sister was a different story, she loved being the giver and got excited doing it, when it was her turn, she always touched herself to orgasm....

Mom, as a rule, gave us enemas in the bedroom together, laying across our bed. That being said, she did give us enemas in private, every once in a while, in the bathroom. It just depended on the situation, and circumstances at the time. One of those being, after she gave one of us a spanking, laying naked across her lap in the bathroom. Then, there were her unexpected enemas on rainy days, that weren't really necessary.

Those out of the blue enemas, usually happened on rainy days, when we had to play inside. They started, when I was around eight, and continued until I was ten.

Looking back, I think a couple of things were going on.

1) In the beginning, mom was just trying to increase the enema volume we could take and hold during normal enemas. Not only was she doing it, but so were her two younger sisters. Something, our RN grandmother may have suggested they do, because we'd started having more constipation issues around that same time.

2) Giving us enemas was turning them on. Around that time, when our two young aunts gave us enemas at bathtime. It was getting obvious; they were getting turned on giving us enemas laying naked across their bare lap. Like us, both girls were naked, because they got in the large walk-in dual head shower to keep order and bathe us. With two teenage girls, in the shower with us, it didn't take long to realize something was going on. I realized later, as a teenager, why the girls were getting so giggly when they gave us enemas. As teenagers, when my sister and I gave one another enemas, it turned us on. So, I suspect, it wasn't any different for the girls, whenever they us enemas laying naked across their lap. Nor do I think, it was any different for mom, when she gave us enemas. Tho, she was never naked, like her two sisters. She had a sheer nightgown on, that we could see through. Making it easy for us to tell, she wasn't wearing a bra or panties.

My siblings and I didn't have issues, about being given enemas, even from an early age. So, by the time mom and our aunts started give us enemas, that were other than routine. We never fussed about it, in fact, we rather enjoyed it. To us, the unexpected rinse enemas, were more pleasurable than routine soapy and rinse enemas.

Yes I believe they knew what they were doing and enjoyed it. This was back in the glory enema days when everyone got enemas and empty enema bags were proudly hung to dry in the bathroom for anyone to view.

Back in those days our moms were the enema givers in the family and yes this was done for health reasons but we must remember this was pre internet and porn magazines were unavailable so unless you were a nurse in a hospital, this was the only way to view your child’s development.

I believe, in my family, mothers exchanged the favor by inviting each other over to ”assist” . Now when a teenager is fourteen or fifteen why does he need assistance from two or three mothers when he could have given himself an enema? Obviously a curiousty factor.

These smart mothers also understood male anatomy and that by inserting a long nozzle and stimulating the male prostate , their son or nephew or neighbor would inevitably get an erection and maybe involuntary ejaculate. I believe this was a curiosity factor and a shared favor amongst other moms. I remember hearing comments about other boys and fellow classmates that my classmates never shared and I never mentioned.

I mother enjoyed the power control of me being obedient to her authority and her controlling my bowel movements and involuntary erections brought on by her sliding the nozzle in and out during our sessions. Or course this was an isolated situation and I have shared in other posts, she relieved herself during the enema based on her breathing.

In summary, yes my mom and/or enema givers created several needs in me which I believe later led to my CFNM, CMNM, Power Exchange , and exhibitionist/ voyeur fetishes.

In my parents’ household, enemas were considered a self-care responsibility, rather like brushing one’s teeth. I received only one enema from my mother, in the wee hours of the morning in a strange motel room when I’d awakened with a terrible stomachache. I’m quite certain she did not enjoy giving in that situation and did it as a caring duty.

I do suspect my mother enjoyed at least a few of her own enemas, and I surmise my father also enjoyed some of his self-administered enemas. If they ever traded enemas or played together, it was discreet enough that I never knew.

No I don’t think so.

I believe my grandmother enjoyed it, but not my mother

After i was 60 yrs, i used telephone and plainly asked a few relatives about their enema experiences during the troubling 1930s, 10 years before i was born. They were ripe in their early 80s.

Radio entertainment was new, not well understood, and rubber goods were a solid establishment. It was clever to have an enema nail on the wall. It was even more clever to have your empty drying stuff hanging out of sight, on a nail behind an open bedroom door. When the door was closed, it would flop, not making a sound. They were teased, as a modern miracle. Both Sears & Roebuck together with Montgomery Ward's catalogues rewarded outhouse studies with 4 or 5 pages of selections. Farms with field irrigation wind mills would get young people gatherings, playing enema games out away from the house. Hooting, hollering and screams would carry out through the silence in those days, till a regular enema community became lusty talk. They were packed on trips, and anticipated. Look at the 1910 New York post card on my profile page. Enema giving was a rage and an adventure. It was a daring tickle, clean fun for your funny bone. Enema days! Our little 35 acre place, way back off the beaten path, hosted a few at the watering tank in the early 50s. Cousins heard and asked to play too. Before we even thought about sex, we were attracted to enema comforts and "Helping"

Yes she did, my girlfriend, she was very excited, she worked on convincingjavascript:void(0) me for a month.

Your girlfriend has a lot of patience I must say - spending a month to convince you to not jump. IYKYK :-)

Enemas/douching was so common during my formative years, that I'm sure mom and grandma were so adept and experienced with the equipment, that giving us kids enemas was quite simple. That is, unless I was putting up extreme resistance. The spanking or swats on the butt usually forced capitulation. Whether they actually enjoyed the process would've been hard to determine. Mom did have a certain twinkle in her eye, when announcing she was going to take an enema.

Absolutely, YES! My Mother truly, enjoyed enemas - giving and getting.

I believe I inherited my love for bag enemas from my Mom and various other family members who would get enemas at the drop of a hat.

Thinking back, so many of my family members, extended family and Mom and Grandma’s friends had enema bags and cans hanging in their bathrooms. One of our neighbors down the road had a large enema can and hose hanging on her bedpost. (Boy, did I get excitement from seeing that!) I was somewhere around 11 or 12 years old. I secretly wished she would give me an enema. But that was a merely a fantasy and it wouldn’t have happened.

My Mom went over to her friend Rose’s house one summer afternoon about 1963 to have Rose give her a couple of enemas. She kept saying she had a stomach ache and needed to have a really good bowel cleanout. I was too young to stay at home me by myself so I had to go. I sat in the living room and watched TV while they were in the front hallway bathroom. Mom was just wearing a bra and Rose slipped into a silk kimono-like robe. If I turned the TV down, I could hear everything. (Lots of moans, grunting sounds and expulsions.). After a couple of hours, they came out of the bathroom and it was stinky. My Mom got dressed and we left. She said she had a couple of Higginson enemas it was the first time I ever heard the word “Higginson”.

She had several enema visits with Rose, my Aunts, Grandma and another friend Peggy. So yes, she certainly liked giving enemas to me, her Daughter. But she apparently loved getting them, too!

(I’m glad she never asked me to give them to her!)

@Moms_Egirl . Where would we be, you with your mum and aunts and me with Miss Norman (school matron) if they had not "taken us in hand" when we were young? Did Miss Norman enjoy what my she did, I will never know, but she was surely very proficient.

More recently I have had a couple of colonic hydrotherapists, who have become good friends, tell me how satisfied they were from their work. Twinkling Granny Sue was amazing and made a colonic and coffee enema session a gold star event. Would you take so much trouble; soft lights, mood music, incense, warm towels and massage and take so much time; a session with her could easily last for ninety minutes?

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I remember our half naked mom administering the bag and hose treatments, too. But we had no bath, except for a #10 galvanized tub in the middle of the kitchen floor. Dad washing in mom's water and all 4 kids in another fresh tub full, afterward. One spigot in the house, the one in the kitchen with water from our wooden overhead tank. It was covered with thick green algae, which helped seal the tank. Real fancy, we thought! Wearing as little as possible meant saving clothes from narsinus, as they used to say. But in the warmer days, we washed out in the cow's tank, hooting and hollering. Dad had bought mom a thick, monster aluminum "Tea Kettle" we were proud of, as well. With the #10 filled to optimum, one kettle of boiling water made a big splash and the water was just right for bathing.

Yes, I think my mother probably did enjoy administering enemas, not always, I am sure sometimes it was a chore to get done but I think she enjoyed the taking care of, mothering and the TLC side of giving to us and making us feel better.

I think this because I felt the same way as a mother myself

With 12 grandkids I think that my grandma certainly giving enemas to keep all of us healthy. Don't ever remember a punishment enema but grandma was not a woman to be crossed when there was a job to do!

The reality is that I did not realize my mother gave me enemas to make a klysma out of me. She was a very frequent user of e's & thought I should be also I guess.

With that said she was very straight in the 50's sense & never did anything sexual , although sometimes she had scanty kind of nightgown things on. Mom took the dom side with me a bit , spankings , enemas etc. but I had a kind of a casual attitude towards all of it. Go figure. When I think about it now sometimes my e's were consecutive to hers occasionally. As i have stated before I do not find the E outside of normal healthy behavior in any way.Peace

I have written previously about my mother having a good time giving me enemas as a 5 to 6 year old. This is a place other family and friends won’t see or read.

She often threatened me in front of people with an enema if I didn’t eat something, at the time mostly green beans and spinach. She glowed with satisfaction as I usually acquiesced. Once after having a mouth full of green beans , I started to gag and tearfully kept trying to get them down. My uncle was at the table and seemed aggravated with me. I was truly trying and then vomited the beans and started crying hard. My mother yanked me up, dragging me into the bathroom with me begging and crying all the way. She started filling up the sink , making suds with ivory soap. “ what did I say,” I just kept crying and begging. She made take all my clothes and panties and lay naked on my back. “Put your knees up now” she was talking loudly and giving details of the- to me - torture and humiliation. I was crying and begging with her giving slow bulb fulls and moving the enema tip in and out which I hated. Her voice actually would gets husky.

When she finally let me up and I let me “go,”she stood there ,bulb syringe weapon in hand. She started loudly warning me if I didn’t quit crying, I was going to get more. I tried hard to get control and she finally relented. She left, and outside the bathroom door was my uncle who expressed to my mother she aught to give me more, he would help. For one terrifying moment , I thought it was going to happen, but, thank everything, it didn’t. He had been listening to the drama.

Mom brought me fresh clothes, I think her brother disgusted her. Who would believe it. Sorry folks, I need to write, it is cathartic. Thank you.

I doubt that my mother enjoyed giving me or my sister an enema. I think she just looked at the enema as something that needed to be done. Looking back at the enemas that I remember as a child, they were done without a lot of fanfare, not on a schedule, and as I remember them they occurred only when needed. And after she caught me giving myself an enema, she stopped offering to give me enemas. If I complained that I wasn’t feeling well, she would just say, Maybe you should give yourself an enema.

Looking back nearly sixty years I have no idea if Miss Norman, school matron, "enjoyed" giving me enemas. I suspect that as posted by

@Vicki_V, she probably just saw it as something needing doing. She did acknowledge that she expected me to "feel better" as a result.

More recently I have had colon hydrotherapists tell me that they do "enjoy" working with their clients to achieve a sense of well-being.

I don't think so. My father always saw them as a useful tool for cleaning and discipline, but I don't think he enjoyed making me "drink" the soapy water.

Definitely! When I was little, my mom enjoyed torturing me with enemas.She hated me. Used her adult big nozzle on me. Inflated it up my arse, then stood up andput her foot on my head so I could not get up and squeezed the to hot extra sudzy mix into me till I was ready to bust.. Granted, she did the same big bag for herself. I watched her waiting my turn. I always released a load olf stinky chunks the first two bags the third cleaned me up just water. Funny thing is, I do the same to myself today every morning. Maybe it just felt like torture back then. It was necessary.We cleaned up and showered together after. We were usually messy. Mom made sure I washed thoroughly.