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

I can’t help but think as a young boy the baby boy of the family it seems a got frequent enemas from my mom or my Aunts if I was staying there. I think they liked it I know I learned to love it. Do you think that got their motor running to do an enema or 2 after you where in bed or in school ? After all every household had equipment some with quite a variety of it…..I can’t help but think if you have a selection in your household you where definitely into enemas a common bond between the lady’s of the family.I don’t think they could deny their excitement of their enemas and the aroused feelings it brings on to anyone really I think we could agree the feelings are the same when enemas are involved

I am convinced of that.

I can still vividly remember how she came into the bathroom with me and, with a smile on her lips, enjoyed every bowel movement that came over me.

My wife and I enjoyed giving each other enemas as well as some of our friends,we both grew up getting enemas. I can’t help but think the enemas we got as youngsters where enjoyed but the people giving us the enemas after all we enjoy giving enemas.

Absolutely bc I watched Mommy give to herself and she always had her hands on her breasts or big dark pussy hair.

Nonsence in special form !!

Not particularly; no.

My mom was a klismo. I know she enjoyed giving me enemas. I wa 14 when she called me into the bathroom. She was sitting on the toilet and she had me pick up and hold the enema bag while she inserted the nozzle and started the enema. My cock was so hard against my shorts and I felt really embarrassed watching her do that to herself. When the bag emptied I went to my room and jerked off. I swear I came in like 20 seconds!

I’ve never forgot that day.

I have no idea if they enjoyed giving me enemas as a child, but my parents and grand parents were very concerned about bowel movements, if movements seemed irregular or I was home from school sick, the enema bag got filled. It's been so many years, can't remember it hurting or cramps, mostly the embarrassment of my pajamas pulled down and a nozzle stuck in me.

bottom line, no

I don't feel that my mother got any enjoyment from my childhood enemas. Most of them were given during the night after I awakened her from a deep sleep with a tummy ache.

She would get things ready as I tried to have a movement on my owne. When that didn't happen, I received the enema and when finished went back to bed

I don't ever rember receiving an enema unless I was sick.

Even her owne enemas were done quickly with a bulb enema in the tub after her bath using the bath water. I feel all of mine were out of necessity.

I don't know for sure but I suspect my mom enjoyed giving me enemas on a regular basis twice a week. It seemed like a bonding time between us that is still strong as ever. I am quite certain that both my mother and dad enjoyed enemas but that activity was kept private from my sister and myselfl Denise

We got regular, twice weekly enemas from Grandma, Mom, and Aunt Ruth. I am sure all three enjoyed pumping the hot sudsy into us. Aunt Ruth was not much older than us kids, 8 years. She was sort of a confidante in the process, and almost always was on her all fours with her hands on the tub bottom, chest over the side of the tub. She LOVED getting enemas, and took every opportunity to join us. As Lisa and I moved into puberty, it was Ruth who guided us along the way.She and I became quite close, and eventually became daily enemates. She was bi, and the three of us became a threesomes. The first major loss in my life was when she died at the hands of a drunk driver.

Not my mother, who was very No Nonsense and clinical when dealing with my childhood ailments. Enemas were treated just like other remedies of the day.

However I had two aunts that were definite devotees of the rubber bag. Inferred from overheard conversations and from snooping in bathrooms. I never experienced an enema from them. The best I could do was hear them recommend that my mother give me a good enema for whatever was going around, be it winter colds, allergies or contagious diseases.

I doubt that my mom took pleasure in giving me an enema. They were infrequent, usually needed, and over in minutes with little discussion or fanfare. And once she discovered that I was giving myself enemas she no longer offered to give them anymore.

No, I'm pretty sure neither woman enjoyed giving me an enema--not my mom when I was six and not my wife when I was 56.

My mom gave me a punishment enema when I was six years old for playing doctors with the neighbor. My friend and I pretended to give each other injections in our bottoms. Not having been to medical school, I didn't know that injections go in the butt cheeks and I incorrectly assumed they go in the bottom hole so I put a little soap on my finger and pushed my finger in the boy's bum and then I had him return the favor. Apparently, the injections worked because we were a picture of health after the injections. Granted, we were a picture of health prior to the injections, but that's neither here nor there.

When the boy's mom asked him what we did that afternoon, he proudly told her about our injection convention and how healthy we were. His mom did not share his enthusiasm for our medical activities and promptly phoned my mom who felt the same way and, additionally, was extremely embarrassed. The next day, she kept me home from school and said she was going to teach me a lesson about poking around in someone's bottom and having him do the same to me. I think she was sure I would hate the enema and it would cure me of ever wanting anything in my bum again. I had no idea what she meant and I knew nothing about enemas so I didn't know what to expect. She had me strip naked and bend forward with my hands on my knees. She pulled aside a cheek and inserted the nozzle and squeezed the red bulb.

The shot of warm water in my innards startled me, but I loved the feeling. I stood up and let out a shriek of surprise, but knowing I was being punished I made sure to make it sound like I didn’t like it. I think I even pretended to cry a little. But oh, I loved the feeling. In the next many years, when my parents were gone and I could some privacy in their bathroom, I’d lock the door, get out my mom’s enema gear and have some fun.

So that’s the long answer. The short answer is, I’m pretty certain my mom was too embarrassed with my doctor games with her friend’s son and too upset with me to derive any enjoyment in giving me an enema.

My wife receives no benefit nor pleasure from taking enemas. The first and only time my wife gave me an enema because I requested it, she mechanically followed my instructions and didn’t enjoy giving me an enema any more than she enjoyed receiving a dozen enemas from me over 40 years, which, sadly, she didn’t.

My mother enjoyed every moment she forced me into the bathroom, put a towel down, and …. made me take my panties off. I was crying and begging after being made to lay on my back and pull my legs up and wide. She filled the red bulb syringe, put Vaseline on the tip , pushed my nightgown back, and proceeded to slowly put the nozzle in. I screamed every time, and I believe those screams turned her on. I always got 3 refills, and on one occasion started kicking. Bad idea. She straddled me and I got a whipping with the belt afterward. I am attempting to to understand how from feeling embarrassed, frightened, in pain, I now enjoy enemas and want to get my husband to let me lay him down on his back and give him a sexy, slow enema.

Sorry about the length of this post, but it was the perfect question for me.

I do think my mom enjoyed giving them on some level. At first I think it was more a motherly thing making her feel like she was taking care of and loving her child and doing what she needed to to alleviate health issues. I think based on things she once said that she felt it gave us a deeper connection on some level since I was getting them regularly for constipation. She eventually embraced them herself under the auspice of natural living / home remedies and maybe at that point her enjoyment was more mutli-faceted.

@Legsdrawnup . I found your description interesting. Do you think your Mom enjoyed giving you enemas because it turned her on sexually or because of the control she had while forcing you to receive them

No, I do not think anyone that gave enemas in my household, enjoyed giving them, not sure about receiving though...... It was all matter of fact, something that needed to be done and it was always a woman's responsibility to do it. Came with the territory. I discovered that was very interesting giving them and very pleasant receiving them, only when sexual games became connected with it. What I knew, is that there was always a certain amount of fun involved, especially when the "ladies: gossiped about giving it to their man... lot of giggling and innuendo....also, at least the women of my family, they were giving it to each other and not asking their husbands, I heard more than once about not wanting them to get ideas...only understood that years later...

Looking back on it now I know mom enjoyed taking enemas and also seemed to enjoy giving me enemas.

As a small child I received enemas from mom with a small white bulb syringe, I was scared with the first few enema sessions but later began to like the repeated bulb insertion’s but didn’t really understand why.

As I got older and discovered masturbation after my best friend showed me how and my first orgasm happened I was hooked.

I really started looking forward to receiving enemas which were now given from a latex bag and just the word enema and the sight and smell of the latex bag and nozzle would get me very excited and mom seemed to really enjoy giving them. She gave herself enemas regularly, she would come tell me she was going to be indisposed for a little while because she needed a little enema.

Later on all I had to do was mention that I was having trouble pooping and that’s all it took, she immediately would say I will give you an enema and start gather up the enema bag and a two quart pitcher. Next she said go into my bed room and slip off my pants and underwear and she would be right there. This was the procedure most of the time.

It all came to an end when I was maybe 10 or 12, don’t remember for sure, I stated getting very firm erections.

But i firmly believe she did enjoy taking and giving enemas, I don’t believe they were sexual in nature while giving me enemas but they might have been for her when she gave them to herself.

My mom gave me somewhat infrequent enemas when I was very young. When I was in my late 40s, during and after my divorce I had to move back into my parent’s house. My father had passed away. While there I needed surgery and the pain pills made me constipated. I made the fateful “error” of mentioning it to my mom. Well the next day she asked how that situation was and I said still the same. A short while later she came in with a bulging enema bag and I must have turned every shade of red, but no matter how much I resisted there was no avoiding getting that warm and soapy enema.

This ended up happening several times, always gentle and so loving and I discovered I was getting rock hard when I was getting them and even orgasmed a few times. Honestly I was quite shocked. Not long after she wanted to start doing them once a week and at one point even suggested twice might be a good idea. But that didn’t happen. So to finally answer the question, yes I think she liked giving them to me. The enemas pretty much ended when I got my own apartment. I would actually love to meet an older lady in the area who would start doing them once again!