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.