Forced Suppository

I’d say that all of my childhood suppositories were forced up my butt against my will. My mother used glycerin suppositories to treat real and suspected cases of constipation while I was growing up. She’d announce that I needed a suppository and all hell would break loose. I would cry, plead with, and beg her not to give me a suppository, to no avail. She’d retrieve the glass jar of suppositories for infants and children (the long, skinny type) from the bathroom medicine cabinet, close the toilet lid, sit on the closed seat, and pull me over her lap. Down came my panties and my butt cheeks were spread open so she could visualize the target: my poor little rosebud. She would unscrew the lid, retrieve a suppository, and insert it full length as far up inside my bottom as possible. I only remember her following the directions once when she slowly inserted and withdrew the suppository repeatedly to stimulate a BM. (My mother never was one to read and/or follow directions.) I think she stuck with full insertion because she believed doing so inflicted the most damage. After full insertion (during which I cried and howled), she pulled up my panties to remind me that the suppository had better stay put unless I wanted another. Those suppositories felt like they had been dipped in Tabasco sauce. As soon as my panties were pulled up, I began telling my mother that I needed to poop right now. When I actually felt a strong urge to poop 10 to 15 minutes later, I began begging in earnest to use the toilet. My mother would make me sit at the kitchen table so she could keep an eye on me and prevent me from reaching the toilet. On more than one occasion, I made a break for it and ran towards our only bathroom. My mother always got there first and sat on the still-closed toilet lid to prevent me from using the toilet. Then she would pick me up in her arms and bounce me on her hip, increasing my torment. For another half-hour or so, my mother would not allow me to use the toilet regardless of how much I cried or how often I told her I was going to poop my panties. She would tell me it was “too soon” and that if I pushed out the mostly melted suppository, another would immediately be inserted to take its place. So I don’t recall ever having an accident. But I do remember the awfully painful cramps and how I sweated and shook while retaining those suppositories. I never felt like the torture of receiving a suppository was ever paid off by the relief I felt expelling its remnants. I always felt humiliated beyond belief, betrayed by the person who was supposed to love me, and hotly angry after each and every suppository ordeal.

@Iris1858

Thank you for this full confession which explains well why now, long after that tormented youth, you are among us.

@Iris1858 Suppositories that felt like they'd been dipped in Tabasco huh? I just about guarantee there will be someone here who would really like a Tabasco dipped suppository & no it's not me! 😈

Iris !! - for sure not the best memories of your growing up time, i would mean !! - all the best wishes for nowadays to you and also for liquidsky !!

@Iris1858 Suppositories that felt like they'd been dipped in Tabasco huh? I just about guarantee there will be someone here who would really like a Tabasco dipped suppository & no it's not me! 😈

- i would be very interested, whom do you mean !! - tabasco is for sure a good condiment - but in another context !!

When I was about 11 years old, I was admitted to the hospital with bronchitis that caused a high fever. For this reason I was given paracetamol suppositories because there was a risk that I would vomit the oral medications.

I remember there were many young, very handsome male nurses.

I used to purposely spit out the suppositories as soon as they were inserted, and once, a very muscular and handsome male nurse had to give me some glycerin suppositories. I had already thrown out the paracetamol suppository in the morning and in the afternoon he had to give me 3 suppositories of glycerin and I threw out the first one. At this point he pushed them very deep with his thumb, pushing hard and telling me that if I didn't stop he would give me an enema.

For the next few days he always inserted them with his thumb and I loved it SO MUCH.

As kid, well into elementary school age, I used to get suppositories for fever. That was certainly against my wishes. I protested, but it always ended with pajama pants coming down and the suppository in my bottom.

@iris1858 this seems far stronger than what I’m used to with glycerin!

@ iris1518

Yes had similar experience when I was a kid getting suppositories from my Dad!

@nyny It was the same for me. These suppositories for fever take time to melt and I spent many minutes feeling them.

@Anne20 Oh, yeah. Add to that the feeling of defeat, because the protests where yet again ignored and the fever suppository was given regardless.

@nyny Exactly, I could never avoid the suppositories. My mother believed that it worked better and for her it was more practical because the fever did not return for at least 12 hours. I felt very humiliated to go through that and then feel the suppository, while everyone was in the room watching television, aware that I had a suppository on my butt.

All mine were forced up lol but also soap sticks