Forced Suppository

I wasn't physically forced as a child or into my teen years. From early toddler I’m guessing I hated liquid medication cough , antibiotic medication anything I needed even as a child and in my teen years I hated swallowing pills as well. So if it came in the form of a suppository I got it ..

As a kid, I had more than my fair share of enemas and suppositories. While I would not say the suppositories were forced, when my mom decided you were getting a suppository, It happened whether it or not i liked it or not. Unlike a rectal thermometer or enema nozzle, the suppository was solidly pushed in with no vaseline. I do remember as a younger child say no, no but if you did not cooperate you would get a sharp whack from moms hand. The other thing was, if the suppository did not produce a good result, I got an enema anyways. As a pre-puberty child I did not like anything going in my bottom and even once into puberty, I became more modest but i was releasing I did not want mom to do rectal temps, suppositories or enemas because I was sexually turned on. So my mom determined what I needed whether I wanted it or not but I would not say it was forced as much as she considered it part of her mothering responsibilities to make sure I had regular BMs.

@nixie What were they for?

I have forced many suppositories up my wife's butt and so has her parents.

I give her a glycerine suppository sometimes before she goes to sleep or while she's sleeping, if not co-operating she gets two more inside her, I keep my finger in her rectum till the suppository nicely melts and then I nicely spread it around. She needs to hold it for at least one hour.

Sometimes she has trouble sleeping so I give her sedative suppositories.

As for her parents:- Suppositories are common in their household so most medicines are given in the form of a suppository and I was privileged to witness her getting suppositories from both her mother and father each one for different reasons. (BTW, has anyone seen their partner getting suppository from someone other than you.)

Mine were always forced as a child and a young man. I never asked my dad for one. He was a soap stick man, and I knew it was going to burn, he oftentimes held me down to put it in. I got the belt a couple times for protesting. Eventually I learned to just take it, otherwise look at the belt and I'll still get the suppository.

I believe that suppositories has not to be forced.

Naturally when I received them as a child they were all forced. I also would not mind being the doctor who has to force one up my patient's behind.

Not since I was a kid and seemed to get them every time I got sick both for fevers and nausea

Only as an adult in a play exam, never as a child

20% of the time before I met Daddy. 90% now.

Be proud of this !!!!!

@4711koeln

Be proud of this !!!!!

Me? Why proud?

When I was 4, I had an appendectomy. I remember they had to force multiple suppos in me. I remember the feeling of it being super hot and weird. I didnt enjoy them back then. I like giving them now, but havent had one since then

My suppositories were always given by surprise and forced on me by my mother. I vividly remember being given cold infant size glycerin suppositories in the kitchen right out of the fridge. Mom would push one up my bottom every day while standing up and while she checked my diaper to see if I had moved my bowels. Of course I never did because after receiving daily glycerin suppositories , I couldn’t go on my own anymore. I was a suppository and enema dependent child. I never put up any fuss getting them I remember well , because they didn’t hurt at all. Actually they felt soothing to my sore little bottom.

But I was a bowel withholder and of course constantly constipated. However I did put up a fuss and strongly resisted getting the very painful enemas that would be coming the next day at potty time.

@TheSuppgirl .... what you said at the end of this post: https://en.zity.biz/index.php?mx=forum;ox=display;msg=1185409 "Aside from the sensuality of a person having access to all your private bits, I think the feeling of being irresistibly forced to poop, whether you want it or not, especially when another person is responsible for that condition, is super arousing" really struck home for me. That's what turns me on about suppositories too.

@TheSuppgirl

You stories are fascinating.

You are from Bangladesh, at Bangladesh you used to get liquid fleet. Liquid fleets are available there? In India, even in West Bengal we only have solidified glycerin available as suppository.

I had a lot of them during my childhood especially during the age of 4-8 almost every month 4-5 times, even more than that.

We can share further stories if you want. Request you to please connect, dear.

I had a lot of them during my childhood especially during the age of 4-8 almost every month 4-5 times, even more than that.

Hi!

Interesting read. Was getting so many suppositories common? Did you have an underlying condition (chronic withholding, IBS, etc.)? Or did you parents just decided you need suppositories this often?

When I was younger most of mine were forced. First day of kindergarten I made such a fuss and faked nausea. Whole tantrum. Mom came to fetch me and took me to the army doctor - we were living on an airforce base at the time, both my parents in the army. I thought I outsmarted my mother, till I started paying attention to the doctor explaining to my mother about the little wax bullets and how to put them up my rear. I was having none of that and promptly declared I had made a miraculous recovery and wouldn’t need the meds after all. The doctor gave a wicked smile and said I see, we have a spirited little fighter on our hands. He asked my mom if she would need help the first time, and she said yes. I tried running away but he was quick to catch me. He calmly explained to my mother that it’s typical for kids to behave like this, but it gets less dramatic once they get used to it. So he snatched me up, pushed me over his lap and put his right leg over my legs effectively pinning me down. My upper body over his left knee, his right leg basically behind my knees. I was stuck. Then came the horrid moment where he swiftly pulled my pants down while explaining to my mother. He said the secret was quick and effective if kids put up this big a fuss. He simply took a dollop of vaceline and rubbed it over my hole and swiftly pushed the ass torpedo as deep as he could. It was a matter of seconds but felt like it was happening in slow motion. I was to get twice daily suppos for three days. If I resisted my mom knew how to deal with it. I learned my lesson and later obeyed when she told me it’s time for meds. Subsequently I always got it while lying in my back, legs up, knees to chest and pants slightly lowered.

The first and only suppository I ever received from my parents was somehow forced I guess. I was 4 or 5 years old.

I remember not being able to go on the toilet so I told my mom. She encouraged me to keep trying and push. Nothing happened.

I guess I must have been constipated a few days before because my parents took drastic measures.

Well after not doing it on the toilet my mum made me sit on a plastic potty. I remember it was light blue and had a butterfly drawn on it.

I remember pushing and looking up to my mum and telling her I couldnt do it.

Next thing I remember I was taken to the kitchen. It was a big room and we had a couch near the wood cook stove. My father brought a white and green box which he put over the fridge.

My mum was sitting on the couch, she put me over her lap and I just remember the very irritating sensation I had in my butt and I was crying and kicking moving my legs.

After that I just remember running away..I do not know if I pooped, I cant remember that.

I knew that this white and green box had this evil burning thing that they had put inside my butt, and I remember that one time when we were kids, having lunch me and my sister, we didnt like what we were served and we didnt wanna eat it, and my father brought the same box and said if we didnt wanna eat they would give us a suppository from that box and he put it just in front of us on the table. Old time measures.. haha Guess we ate the whole meal

@TheSuppgirl "Aside from the sensuality of a person having access to all your private bits, I think the feeling of being irresistibly forced to poop, whether you want it or not, especially when another person is responsible for that condition, is super arousing" really struck home for me. That's what turns me on about suppositories too.

Same for me. I find that very arousing. I often fantasize about it.

The other thing I find arousing is asking and begging not to use the suppository on me. I never had the chance to do this since I had just two insertions during my childhood, the first time I didnt know what was about to happen and the second time I was taken by surprise by an aunt and was shocked and couldnt do it.

My sisters used Norforms for their vaginas and found that the same applicator could be used to insert suppositories into my rectum. Sometimes it was a large CEO-TWO suppository followed by a glycerin suppository. Other times just glycerin or bisacodyl. They were followed by an enema so I often didn't want the initial suppositories. Once the applicator was inserted, I tried to expel it but it just made it easier for the suppository to slide through my anus into my rectum once the plunger was depressed.

As we got suppositories for almost all problems gradually we got used to them, however before reaching this level most of the bullets went in against our (sister and me) will.

I started dating a guy who would love to give suppositories as punishment or whenever he thought I needed one. I would always try to run, squirm, clench and cry but to no avail. He’d give a few warnings before spanking me until I agreed to take it. And when I would be crying like a baby after the spanking, he would put me on his lap and Force me to hold my butt cheeks open. He would then force the suppository in with his finger and hold it there til if dissolved.

All suppositories got it when I was child forced me

@alberto6536 Wow, I did not know about Norforms. I had heard about "deodorant" products for the female genitalia, including douches, but did not know of them as vaginal suppositories.

It happened to me when I was about 8-9. I was having an earache and my babysitter was at home. I told her that I had this uncomfortable and pain in my ear not thinking that such a thing as a suppository was needed actually, but I was totally naive and here she comes with the bullet in her hand. It was a paracetamol suppository (Tachipirina) in order to ease the pain. The suppository was the last thing I thought about because at that age I believed that they were used only for things such as fever, not for trivial things like earaches. However, I started crying and imploring my babysitter not to give me the medicine but without success: she shouted at me in a strict fashion which she rarely used and that was the moment when I understood that no matter what, my butt was going to receive the suppository that day. Another hint that made me understand that she did not accept protests from my side was when she said to me: “I’m sorry love, but I already opened the blister of the suppository, I HAVE to give it to you, otherwise it starts melting with the heat of my hands”. At that moment I just obeyed her and with scared eyes proceeded to lower my pants and slips. So it was more of a psychological threat than a physical one, but very effective and brutal nonetheless.

All my suppositories were forced. I'd be squirming and clenching and not cooperating and usually I'd get a few smacks until I allowed my cheeks to be spread.

Yes.

Age, ~7

Circumstance: During an extended hospital stay, during which I was completely bedridden for months and was required to do all my 'business' in bed, I apparently had not had a BM for several days so a suppository was administered while my mother observed.

What I REALLY remember: it stung my insides terribly, so much so I forced the damn thing into the bedpan. Twice. After the third insertion I was permitted to use the toilet and all hell broke loose. Well, the poop, did, anyway. 🤪

I wouldnt say forced since my mom was never harsh or used any sort of brutal way. But she was determined to do it if I needed it.

This usually happened before bed, she would say to me what was about to happen, I usually would cry and try to hold my pants up. My dad would come to help if things were difficult.

He would hold my legs up or my mom would put me over his lap and she would insert the suppository. I dont remember feeling any pain but the situation felt scary to me, mostly cause I felt like they would take control of my own body and I couldn't so anything. They would always comfort me after.