Enemas on tabletop

Did anyone else receive enemas as a young child on top of a table. I lived in an area of the country that placing a child on top of a table to administer an enema or suppository was common. Many of my friends and of course, I remember being given enemas on top of a table.

Mom would place am towel on top of the table. Placing a bowel of soapy water, jar of Vaseline and the red bulb syringe and potty chair was located next to the table the scene was set for the enema. Mom stripped me from the waist down and lifted me on my back on the table. Mom, aunt or next-door neighbor mom lifted my legs as mom inserted the syringe and slowly squeezed the soapy solution into me. Mom repeated the procedure until she thought I was filled. I became embarrassed as my aunt or neighbor could see everything as they held my legs.

I also witnessed my friends' brothers or sisters being syringed on a table. The procedure was very common in the 50s.

We had a diaper table in our bathroom. My earliest experience concerning enemas was at age 5 or so, when I was on my back aunt pushed the legs to my chest while mom bulbed me several times. Later the same table served my sister who is 5 years younger.

Often got table top enema as child it was way mother's did it back then

I was 5 years old and I was given an enema on the kitchen table. i was kicking and screaming and resisting. Finally my father held my one arm and my grandmother the other and pinned me down. Still crying and screaming my mother inserted the nozzle and started the enema. I remember it vividly. I wonder why as I got older I started to enjoy forced enemas while being dominated by a strict woman. I love all types of enema scenarios but nothing gets me hotter than the kind I experienced at 5 years old. Where are all the women who enjoy giving strict, punishment enemas?

I've had the same experiences described in the various answers. I too received them on the kitchen table, when I was very young, under 6 years old. I remember well the towel on the table, the enema bulb, and the pot with the chamomile solution. I usually received them lying on my back, with my grandmother or mother holding my legs up (even though I was goodhonest and didn't throw tantrums), or in the knee-chest position.

Not done enemas on it, but we have a proper massage table, partner and i have made a man orgasm on it though ....

I vaguely recall my grandmother holding me naked in diaper position not on the table but on the kitchen counter beside the sink while my Mom sucked up some soapy water into the bulb syringe and squirted it into my bum, then squeezed my butt cheeks together and set the kitchen timer for 5 minutes. When the timer went off she sat me on the potty to poop and a lot of liquid poured out along with hard lumps of poop. I was just about 2 or 3 years old.

I spent some of my childhood in foster homes, one of which I was in for about 2 years . There were 8 kids besides myself ranging in ages from 1 to 14. I was about 7 when I went there. The foster mother had a diaper changing table beside the bathroom. There was a red bulb syringe in a glass on the window sill beside a jar of Vaseline. When it was enema time for one of the younger kids, she used the table, and the rest of us, except one of the older girls who helped her do the enema were told to stay away, or else. I saw similar tables in some of my friends houses. Circa. 1950's.

Many years later I went out with a lady who gave me enemas as part of our sex play. She wanted to give me one on her kitchen table but, sadly, we split up before it happened.

@Kathy4161 said,

Did anyone else receive enemas as a young child on top of a table. I lived in an area of the country that placing a child on top of a table to administer an enema or suppository was common.

My wife and I never received enemas laying on a table or countertop growing up, that we recall. However, when our kids were little and needed an enema. We commonly used the bathroom countertop to lay them on for an enema. Once they reached age three or four, we switched them to enemas laying across our lap. Normally during bath time in the evening, before putting them in the shower with either me or my wife.

The kitchen table was a versatile item of furniture, useful for much more than just eating our breakfast, dinner and tea (as we called our meals). I can remember when I had some intestinal complaint at the age of three or four, lying on my back on top of our kitchen table being examined by Dr McPherson, who had signed my birth certificate a few years earlier. His diagnosis was ‘a germ in the bowel’. My guess today would be irritable bowel syndrome, which has recurred a couple of times in the course of my life since. (No, I didn’t get an enema.)

Yes, when I was very young my mom would put a towel on the table and the lay me on top on my stomach. She usually used fleet enemas. My pants and underwear would come down and I was given the enema notwithstanding my crying and resisting!