Over the lap enema

Many of us received early enemas over the giver's lap. In my case mom, aunt, or neighbor mom used a bulb syringe after placing me over their lap. My legs were dangling off the floor with my head down staring at the floor while being syringed bulb after bulb. I was also made to hold the enema in the position. At age ten my enemas were while laying on my left side in bed while mostly being syringed with a bulb.

I remember the neighbor mom using a bag on me during a time mom was in the hospital giving birth to a baby sister.

I still think about being syringed multiple times with a bulb. The syringing was embarrassing but exciting at the same time as my cheeks was pulled aprt multiple time revealing my most private spot.

Guess it was more or less public ...

I was given enemas from a very young age. I was over my mother's lap. After two bulbfulls I went to the toilet to release. They were gentle and warm. They continued till I was about 5 0r 6. I remember the basin of warm water, Ivory soap being swished in it, and the red rubber syringe. I was given 2 bulbfuls - I actually remember the time she added a third one! I didn't like or not like them -- they were just a fact of life!

At age 50 I bought enema supplies and began to give myself enemas. I did it for the pleasure and feelings of well being. To this day I enjoy 3 to 5 enemas anytime I have the desire!

I don't remember ever being given an enema over my mother's lap. It was always curled up on my left side with my legs pulled up to my chest, mostly on my bed or sometimes on a towel on the bathroom floor, or in knee-chest position on the bathroom floor or in the bathtub. Maybe a few times as a baby on my back on the kitchen counter in diaper position with my grandmother holding my legs up. The only thing that was done over my mother's lap was spankings until I was too big to fit over her lap.

No bulb enemas for me growing up. Earliest memory of receiving an enema was over mom’s lap from her latex douche bag. Our bathroom was small, mom sat on the edge of the bathtub with a towel over her lap. The enema was prepared and waiting. The bag hung from the knob on the medicine cabinet, with the child’s rectal tip resting in the sink below. The open jar of Vaseline next to the cold water faucet.

Protests ignored, I was placed over her lap, her left elbow pinning me in place as she inserted the enema tip. Her left hand held the nozzle in place as she snapped open the clamp to start the flow of Ivory soap tinged solution.

This procedure lasted until I was too tall to fit on her lap, at which point she had me kneel over the edge of the tub.