Punishment Enemas

@redbaglady i am with you

It has to be always a “high-volume” enema.

Someday on Christmas vacation my mother squeezed a small bulb into my rectum with pure glycerine. I had again a strong constipation and even a few disposable enemas in series didn't work. Pure glycerine with its strong burning probably my “big bang” for my later enema fetish.

You can increase the punishment by being forced to hold the enema for half an hour or longer. A butt plug will help. I would recommend inflatable anal plugs.

Sometimes it might seem unfair or excessive, but this is the type of experience that reminds you to be on your best behavior or at least know what you might be tempting by acting out. It sounds like you had an enlightening experience and memory made.

IMO, any enema can become a punishment if it is simply required to be held a long time. My favorite, a bag full of warm water with a swish of Ivory bar soap, starts to get very, very difficult to hold after 10 minutes or so.

Just two weeks ago as I was traveling in the North West I took the opporttunity to visit my medical mistress/dominatrix in Manchester. She must be one of the best equipped in the UK with a white room that not only features purpose built exam couch and associated facilities but also has a WC in the same room, a definite bonus and as far as I know a rarity.

After removong all my clothing I am dressed in a green latex hospital gown then up on to the exam table where an inflatable nozle is inserted and holding the bag high a litre or so of liquid forced into me. I then have to turn over and lay on my stomach with the inflatable still in position. Mistress then informs me that she will administer 24 very firm strokes of the cane across my buttocks, raising my latex gown to expose my buttocks she slowly then begins counting the each stroke until I have received all 24 and then announces that I should receive an extra six befor being allowed to expel.

At last I am allowed up from the examination couch and stading over the lavatory mistress deflates the nozzle and has me turn and sit to face her. In this humiliating situation I can feel the effects of the caning and Mistress adds to this by raising the latex gown and pinching and twisting my nipples. Finally when I have finished I am bent over the end of the couch and given another 12 severe cane strokes before the rest of my ‘treatment’ which will include the use of toys to produce a mutualy satisfactory conclusion to my visit.

Unfortunately such sessions are an expensive luxury so it will be quite a few months before I will be able to experience another serious punishment session, meanwhile though the marks from my caning are fading away I will recall my good fortune in finding my Medical Mistress

I was never given a punishment enema but some how I saw the enema as naughty, i.e. naughty boys got enemas. I found enemas to be very secretive. I am surer my mother had some kind of enema fetish. I always felt naughty when I received an enema.

I would like to include humiliation with the enema - have a buddy or two over to watch my wife receive her enema. The intense cramping would b very entertaining. Watching her empty and then giving her more enemas until she’s completely clean. Of course she’d b totally nude and the guys could jack off while they watch. Kinky.

Very nice and when you turn table on him bet he will love it while fighting it all the way

I wouldn't exactly say I got them as punishment growing up, but it was definitely verged on being used as an attitude adjustment from time to time. So I kind of get where a lot of people are coming from with it. Eventually I started to crave them a bit from my father when I was in trouble.

I didn't get any punishment enemas, but I gave myself one or more every time my mother was gone and imagined that I was getting them.

Until I started reading this site, I didn't realize how often I did this, but I can remember fantasizing about my mother, girlfriends, coaches and other others giving the enema while I took it. I hung the bag over the shower curtain and laid on the floor. Once I actually hung it from a heater on the ceiling to make it go faster. I think I had to elevate my rear end and take it on hands and knees to get the clothes to reach.

The enema bag was a 2 quart red one and it had a pretty small nozzle with a small opening. So when you hung it high, it would spray out and provide a great deal more sensation than a larger nozzle. I still have it, but don't really use it anymore.