Early experiences with punishment enemas

I am very confucsd, I read of kids given enemas as punishment. And I also read of rectal temp taken as punishment. I simply don´t understand it, in my part of the world, Denmark it is, I have never heard of that behavior.

Would someone please tell my the idea of using enemas for other means than medical . Where the parents kinky weirdoes, that were sexual aroused by it?

I had a couple of enemas as a kid, because I held back, and had to have some help. It was always a pleasure and something to look forward to.

I agree, for it is really incomprehensible to give or to take enemas as punishment. Every enema should be a good thing for your and your body.

^^^^ Oh, no, I disagree, there are definitely times my husband needs to be punished with an enema. 😁 😁 😁 😁

My parents never gave me any kind of medical punishments. However from time to time i am in definate need of a punishment enema. It resets my bio computer and jump starts my psyche!! 😃

I think the issue here is one of perspective. Many of the enemas I received as a child were perceived as punishment. I felt very threatened and intimidated by the old red enema bag and that long black douche nozzle when I was young. It almost scared the shit out of me on occasion. After all, if a BM wasn't forthcoming, an enema was.

If we kids were teasing the other about an impending enema, it was not uncommon to be threatened with one in response to the teasing. I remember my aunt threatening my cousin with one for teasing his sister one night as the family was together. There had been quite a discussion between adults about prepping my cousin for an exam. The teasing was quite unmerciful and this precipitated the enema threat.

Again, the perception existed that some enemas were punitive for some behavior on our part. In hindsight, I'm sure the enemas were the favored cure and were given with the pediatrician's blessing and often times his encouragement. Money was tight and laxatives scarce. The enema bag was always ready to deliver a couple of pints of soapy water to resolve any digestive issue or failure to move the bowels on a regular schedule.

I never received an enema as a punishment; the strap or the hairbrush used to spank was punishment in my childhood household...

The enemas I received were for my Health, and for my 'Own Good'; at least, that's what Mum said...

Of course, I did start to enjoy them at some point.

Cos

To svrndove:

Welcome to our group.

To answer your question concerning parents who punish with enemas ... like you, I am also 60+ years old. Unlike you, I was tortured by a sadistic parent who used the enema as the ultimate weapon. Like cos, I was also no stranger to the strap and the hair brush for punishments. There are about 1000 members here who have ultimately found their way to this site by following 1000 different paths. For me, it has been very therapeutic to be able to meet and discuss with people at this web site,the things that I have not been able to share with any of my friends at home who think they really know me.

Thank you for raising the issue. I hope you will continue to contribute through your participation here in the future.

Hello Mr. Dove, and a very warm welcome to our group, from a sunny, hot Australia.

I was given many enemas as a young lad, but none were given as punishment. Instead, my father gave them to me for his sadistic pleasure. Now, of course, I take them for pleasure and have had THOUSANDS.

By the way, I see you live in Denmark. We use a made-in-Denmark pick-up cartridge for reproduction of our gramophone records here--see above left. Ortofon has made some of the best pick-up's ever. We use one of their SPU's, and these pickup's celebrate their 51st anniversary this year.

Cheers,

Mr. Gramophone/

Now I am married for more than 40 years. In this long time it is unthinkable that my wife should receive a punishment enema from me or in the reverse case that I needed such a matter from my wife.

Let me state quite clearly, that I will be the one to decide when someone needs a punishment enema, and most people need them. 😁 😁 😁 😁

NOT my daughters of course, and we're only talking about adults who have been BAD.

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Now I am married for more than 40 years. In this long time it is unthinkable that my wife should receive a punishment enema from me or in the reverse case that I needed such a matter from my wife.

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Maybe just a good spanking will do. But I have to say, it's never too late to teach some discipline.

You want to talk about punishment with an enema.In the childrens hospital near Boston where I spent twelve years the rules were very strict.I broke a rule and got spanked with a paddle.That spanking set me off into a temper tandrum,so three nurses put me in a sraight jacket.When that didn't calm me down,I was wheeled into a large bathrroom and rolled on to a white table then stripped.The head nurse came into the room and ordered two nurses to give me an enema.I was giving two enemas with a funnel and colon tube.I'll admit,the enemas did calm me down.You ask why enemas are used?One word;CONTROL

Control, spanking, discipline in the context of enemas or laxatives - in normal families in Germany this is totally unknown.

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Control, spanking, discipline in the context of enemas or laxatives - in normal families in Germany this is totally unknown.

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I'm talking about S&M, not usual family activities.

In the US, Germany is seen as the capitol of the world for S&M and S&M fetish clothing and certain devices. Dominatrixes seen in Nazi uniforms is not unusual.

Thank you for your explanation, so all is clear.

Thanks for the enlighten posts. It is completely new to me that parents can use medical stuff to punish and control theire kids. Luckely the world is moving and peoples behavior chances likewise.

I have probably been naughty once, so I am looking forward to be punished with enemas and rectal temp taken. Just let my know when, and I will be home.

Svend

Look at this:

* http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/1516339/punishment_southern_style.html

* http://www.ehow.com/about_4709454_castor-oil.html

* http://blogevolve.com/the-castor-oil-treatment

* http://uncyclopedia.wikia.com/wiki/Castor_oil

In this article the following sentence is wrong: "It works because it was the earliest type of rat poison." While Castor Oil is safe and healthy, the Castor seeds are extremely poisonous.

My mother was an RN and other mothers would call her about what to do if their child was ill. She would usually tell them to give the child an enema. One time, a friend of hers called to say that her son stayed home from school saying he was sick. Her friend said that her son had a test at school and wanted to stay home. My mother told her she would come over and teach her son a lesson. She took our enema equipment and headed out the door to give the poor kid a large soapy enema. I guess he never played sick again. I think this is a form of punishment by the use of an enema.

I developed an extreme aversion to green Palmolive soap. Whether it was a mouth soaping for a slip of the tongue, a little white lie, or a soapy enema for failing to move my bowels as required, those punishments were effective. A good swat on the butt usually worked also.

Now, if you're as good a girl as you claim, that's admirable. If not and you've told one of those little white lies, you deserve a good swat on your bottom and a good soapy enema to correct your recalcitrant behavior.

This thread seemes to gone walk about. I still don´t understand why medical treatment could be considered appropriate punishment. What I have learnt till now is abuse in my world. It is ok to use in SM, but elsewise it is unacceptbly.

Well, here's why parents and care homes historically have given enemas (or in my case suppositories) as part of "punishment" routine. This is taken from a health care site by Dr Kurt Woeller

"Why, when (children, esp. autistic children) become constipated, do they become aggressive, become very irritable and agitated, lose eye contact, losing focusing and attention? ... What happens is the digestive tract is the large portal of entry of nutrients into our body. It is this tube that runs through the middle of our digestive system. It can also be a major seat of toxicity because it is also the main route to get rid of toxins through our body as well. If we become constipated we block the ability to get rid of those toxins and some of those toxins can actually be reabsorbed back into the blood stream and then dumped out into general population. There are toxins from yeast, there are toxins from bacteria that are known to actually cause imbalances in brain chemistry. For a child who already has a susceptibility to neuro chemical imbalances, anything else that adds insult to injury can potentially worsen behavior. What happens is there is a venous system called the portal venal system that returns blood back to the liver of things that have been removed from the digestive tract and if you have a constipation issue, particularly in the large bowel you may get toxins that would normally get excreted out through fecal matter and bowel movements, it gets reabsorbed, taken back into the liver, dumped back into the blood stream and starts to recirculate over and over again causing chemical imbalances."

Personally I don't think parents should explicitly make this a "punishment" - if you give your kids an enema or suppository because their behavior indicates a need for it, don't belabour the point by spanking them at the same time.

Punishment Enemas why, when and how.

What people talk about when they refer to punishment enemas that they may have received as a child are not exactly what you may think. We see a lot of things these days through the lenses of the time. For those of you that are young there are a lot of things that you look at from back then that you see way differently that it was perceived at the time. You have to understand, many of us here lived at a time when most public buildings had three types of bathrooms (Men, Women and Colored) and two types of water fountains (White and Colored). It was a different world. Some of it was good and some of it was bad. The people though were exactly the same as they are now and acted in accordance with the beliefs of the times.

When you hear someone talking about punishment enemas, MOST of them were not really given to the child punitively even if it seemed so to the child. Back in the 40s and 50s if you took a kid to the doctor there was a better than good chance one of the first questions they would ask would be when was the last time the kids was cleaned out. You got enemas when you went into the hospital and got them again before they would let you go home. There weren’t any real antibiotics until after or right at WW2. An enema DOES stimulate your immune system because it raises your core temperature and your body acts on this as if it were a fever so it wasn’t just pure superstition.

There were two schools of thought back then and they agreed on one thing. The bowels were a constant source of all manner of ailments and had to be kept clear. My Mom’s Mom would stick a hose up your butt for nearly anything. My Dad’s Mom would make you take a medicine that turned you inside out! Have you ever heard of Black Drought!!!! JESUS!! Give me and enema PLEASE! There were all sorts of words used to describe all these ailments too. You might be variously, sluggish, backed up, bilious, outta sorts, nearly ANYTHING that a kid did would be blamed on them needing to be cleaned out! If you were grumpy you probably had lazy bowel, If you did ANYTHING that was seen as misbehaving you would be spanked as punishment for your ill deed and then either hauled off for enemas or made to drink some god awful concoction that accomplished the same thing to clean you out so that if that was the problem it was fixed. To the kid it was all part of the punishment! I always dreaded hearing my Grandmother comment that I was acting bilious. That meant that I hadn’t yet done something that warranted a spanking but it was coming if I wasn’t cleaned out pretty quick. To me it was a punishment enema! If I was wiggly in Church it meant that I needed an enema, A lot of times if I had been especially antsy it would be proceeded by a spanking. The belief of the time was that the build up of bile in your system made you mean, nervous, antsy, grumpy, sluggish. LOL if you were too active you got spanked and an enema for acting up and if you were seen as just laying around being lazy you would be told to go do something and then if you didn’t just jump on it…you got a spanking and an enema. If you sneezed, you might get and enema. If you farted at the wrong time and place you got spanked and for SURE got an enema. This wasn’t child abuse and the enemas WERE given medicinally. To the kid though they were associated with the being yelled at and maybe spanked immediately preceding the purge.

Now we look back and see it differently. Back when they thought bleeding someone was the way to go people were bled. Now talk about a horror story!! People died all the time from infections and complications from bleeding people. Different times!!

I received only occasional enemas and thew were warm and gentle. That is probably why they appeal to me to this day. For misbehaving there was a stiff wooden paddle available in our house that was applied to naughty bare fannies whenever needed. Although today that too might be considered child abuse.

That is ridiculous to be treated to an enema or rectal temp for a punishment. In our family we always looked forward to one. I do think that my mom did enjoy giving them.

As a male child growing up, I was often given Epsom salt enemas from a large syringe or red bag by my mother and aunt when I was feeling sick, but when I was a teenager I began to receive what I considered punishment enemas by my mother and aunt when I was very moody or had temper outbursts. They would have me take my clothes off, put several towels on the edge of the bed, pull up a chair next to the bed, and lay on my side on the bed with my bottom facing the chair. I then was given several warm water enemas with Ivory soap that caused lots of cramping. When this was happening, I felt very embarrassed, vulnerable, and submissive. I am wondering whether others when they were growing up were given punishment enemas.

I refer back to my earlier post (#5) in this thread. At the time, my perspective was that the enemas I often received, were a form of punishment. If I overindulged in certain foods or treats, an enema was my punishment. If I teased my siblings about their enemas, I got one as punishment to assure that I understood what they had gone through. If I failed to produce a BM as expected, an enema was sure to follow. If my behavior was linked to any type of digestive issue, an enema was the cure and a punishment for allowing such a thing to occur.

At that time, my perspective was reality. As time passed, I learned many positive aspects of enema use. The punishment aspect faded and the relief of that simple procedure and pleasure changed my perspective. That being said, part of the fantasy aspect of enema role play, allows for some degree of regression to those times when I believed an enema was one of the worst procedures or punishment that any youngster might have to endure. Getting my mouth washed out with Palmolive was clearly the worst, but a soapy enema with Palmolive was a close second. A spanking was in the running, but the pain didn't approach the embarrassment of submitting to the old red enema bag.

I suspect that many of us hang out here because our perspectives have changed a bit, and many of us can appreciate the effects that some of those ways of old, had on us.

In my case, my parents told me that the enemas my brother and I received were punishment because we had misbehaved and/ or had not had a BM for a few days. There was no ambiguity about why we got enemas.

The fixation on bowel habits must have been deeply ingrained in my parents when they were kids. I never understood why lack of having a BM had to be punished or actioned in absence of illness or complaint of constipation. I remember a few times I had to "prove" that I went and did not need an enema by showing my parents the BM in the toilet. If it was hard or looked like I was constipated I would get an enema. My parents kept a calendar for recording bowel habits on our refrigerator and asked us frequently if we had had a BM, many times accusing us of lying.

Do modern parents today monitor the daily bowel habits of children 5-16 yrs old? I think attitudes have changed since I was that age in the late 70s/early 80s.

I can only remember one time when my Mother gave me a punishment enema! And, I can say that I really deserved it. I was about 12 and had already become addicted and dependent on enemas. To be honest, enemas were always on my mind and I could hardly wait till my Mother gave me another one. In fact, I often begged her to give me one just so I could receive one. Anyway, on this day, I was a "bad" boy and I had done a terrible thing. A neighbor that lived across the street from us was retarded and lived with his mother. He was grown and often would dress up as a woman. He was ok and kind to the neighborhood kids, but "we" kids often mistreated him. One day I was over at his house visiting him when I decided to scratch on his tile bedroom floor - "Mom, I would love for you to give me a big, hot, soapy enema! Please!" You can say I ruined a couple of tiles in his bedroom. All was fine for about a week, but one afternoon our phone rang. I answered it. It was this man's mother and she wanted to speak to my Mom. She sounded angry so I put Mom onto the phone. Mom soon hung up the phone and told me that she was going over to Tommy's house. She said that his mother wanted to see her. I, immediately, knew what his mother wanted and went into my room and sat on my bed. About 3 minutes later Mother arrived back in our house. She slammed the front door and hollered "Mike, where are you?" A minute or so later Mom burst through my bedroom door and screamed at me. I knew I was in deep do do. Mom, then, grabbed me by my arm and drug me towards her bathroom. Once in there Mother opened the white bathroom cabinet and pulled out her red Rexall Victoria Combination Syringe from its resting place. Now, Mom, still holding me by the arm, swung the item at my face screaming at the top of her voice.... "So, you want your Mother to give you a big, hot, soapy enema, do you? Well, son, you are going to get it and you are, I repeat, you are going to take every single drop and I don't want to hear a word from you! You understand!" I shook my head. With that said, Mom turned on the water in the room's bathtub. She adjusted the temperature and then stuck the bottle into the flow holding it there until it bulged with hot water. She then picked up the bottle of Ivory liquid soap and squirted at least 10 squirts into the bottle. Then she attached the tube to the bottle, shutting the tube's shut-off in the process. She then stood up and shook the bottle for about a minute saying in the process "Get out of those shorts son! You are going to take this bag and maybe another! Understand?" I slipped out of shorts and kneeled in front of the toilet. Mother hung the bottle above me and without lubricating the nozzle inserted it into my rectum. Before she opened the shut-off she slapped my butt four or five times saying "I hope this enema is everything you wanted!" With that said, Mom opened the tube's valve and wham o my 1st, and only, punishment enema began. Mom held the tube tightly against my rectum making certain that every ounce flowed into me. Every few seconds, she slapped my hip always saying "take your enema, son! Is it hot enough and soapy enough for you? You know you are going to have to pay to have Tommy's floor fixed, don't you?" As the water flowed into me severe cramps started to take hold. I told Mom, but she only laughed! It seemed to go on and on. I looked up and watched as she squeezed the bottle. When it was totally flat, Mom slapped my butt again saying "don't you dare move, you hear!" She stood up and refilled my enema bag and I ended up taking what I now know is about a gallon of hot soapy water. This enema was a special happening in my life and I think I'd do anything in the world just to have my wife give me another one just like the one I got from Mom when I was 12 years old. Now, in reality, I doubt that it will ever happen, but I can always dream, can't I?

None of mine was ever intended as punishment but i do believe my pediatrician was a pervert and infuenced my mom in to giving enemas when not needed, which we know now childhood enema in my opinion is ever needed

Punishment enemas, as an adult, are something that I would not mind receiving. It would have to be someone that I trust and have an agreed upon "safe word."