Enema from Aunt?

So many times on this forum and others I read about people that claim that they got an enema from their aunt. How many of you actually got an enema from your aunt????

My Aunt Mary was a nurse. She never gave me an enema although the white Jones enema can was always in public view in her bathroom. In my mid 20s I was taking medication by injection. She insisted that injection should only be given in the hip. She had me drop my pants several times in order to give me the shots.

I got a couple from my grand mother but my aunts where not ever around that much but I am sure they would not really want to give enemas to us but if needed they would.

mom and grand mom were great enema givers though 😃

My aunt did not give the actual enema but assisted my grandmother (Dad's mom) by holding up the white can. Granny said later she was teaching my aunt a necessary skill because she was about to begin a family and would need to give occasional enemas.

I never received from my aunt but there was always a bag hanging in her bathroom. ive always known that i was attracted to women long before i knew what the word lesbian was and had a crush on my aunt who was described by the family as "an old maid"..little did i know as a child that she was a lesbian but there was definitely an understanding at some level.as a teen when it all came together(so to speak) we bacame friends and confidants but never lovers or enemates...never got past the fantasy phase

I wrote a story, years ago, entitled, "When My Aunt Took Care of Me," that is in the library section.

I didn't get a lot of enemas from my aunt, but I did get a few over the years. My aunt often stayed with us (my mother, sister, and myself) and if mom was away, our aunt was usually our babysitter.

The rule stood even when mom was away: I had to "make a poopy" every night before bed time, and if I didn't I got an enema. I usually made one for my aunt; there were a few times though that she had to give me an enema.

Sometimes though we stayed with grandma, whom was also an enema giver (I was told), but I never got an enema from her. It seems that I always "made a poopy" for her... Perhaps that was because that I had also been warned that if I didn't like getting an enema at home, I REALLY wouldn't like getting an enema at grandma's house! Never found out exactly what they meant, but I have some idea, lol.

Never had a living Grandma, anywhere close to where we lived. My Mother would not, under any circumstance, allow an aunt to do any kind of care of me, let alone an enema. However, the topic of my "health needs," given my stunted growth, was often a topic. One I particularly recall.

My Mother, two of my Aunts, and a close friend were playing cards. My Mom's words ring out clearly, even to this day. "The specialist in Missoula, thinks the problem might be "worms." I am giving Walter three medicated enemas per week, for three weeks." We will see if those help him."

These "enemas" were moderately painful, and no, I do not recall what "medications" they may have contained. Actually I got two enemas each of those days, if I was still irratated at bed time.

Wrong diagnostic guess again. Walt

Never received an enema from my aunts. I even didn't know, if they were enema givers. Enemas weren't a topic discussed by my aunts with my mom.

Faultless...still one of the hottest stories ever posted. If there was a Pulitzer for enema reporting you would be at the top of the list.

One of my aunts occasionally had a red enema bag and hose hanging in her bathroom shower. Once, when she thought I might be overeating at lunchtime, she suggested, with a laugh, that she might have to give me an enema. That got a rise out of my younger cousins. I often fantasized about her actually giving me an enema, but it never came about.

Never had one from an aunt. I had cousins that were swimmers and I know that they got them but mine were all lovingly given to me by my mother or my ex wife.

I had an aunt that was also a nurse and I made the mistake of being caught masturbating with her dirty panties. She put me on an enema and "training" routine as she called it so keep this quiet from my parents. From a sophomore in high school to age 28, she would give me enemas and spankings at least twice a week. This progressed to my "servicing" her when she wanted and however she wanted. This was no longer a punishment, but an obsession, and still holds today for me.

I had a near miss. I was somewhere around 6, maybe 7 years old, and visiting my aunt's summer house for a week, with two older cousins, a boy and girl, also there (they were teens.) I came down with -- I don't really remember the details, but I think I was just really nauseous for a spell of hours, maybe extending overnight. My aunt asked me persistently whether I wouldn't feel better if she gave me an enema. I'd already played with the family red bulb in private, but at this age I was of the opinion that enemas were for babies and very small children, and that it would be really humiliating for a kid my age to get one. So I refused. Maybe if two teenage cousins hadn't been around to know about it, I might have given in and gotten the enema I'd wished for, against my dignity interests, for a long time. (sigh)

My only real vivid memroy of an enema as a kid was at my aunt and uncles house. My cousin was getting an enema and I found that I wanted one also so, faking constipation, I got one. I was probably around age 6. A long time ago...

I never did. But I have often wondered, if I had been brave enough, if I could have gotten my aunt to give me an enema by telling her I "couldn't go and it's been several days." This was back in the early 1950s and I would stay there for several weeks at a timw during summer vacation from school. What a wasted opportunity.

Wish I had an opportunity like yours. Seems like only a small percentage of members were lucky enough to experience this.

In our family we often spent time at each other's homes and the rule was,'when in Rome.' As a result I had a number of enemas from aunts, just as my cousins got enemas from my mom when she thought it necessary. As kids we never quite agreed that it was necessary as often as the mothers' thought! lol

Linda

We were too poor to have aunts. I don't remember any anyway. The only other 'family' member was once from my sister and that was much later in life....in fact only a year or so ago.

All of my wives (5 so far) have given me enemas...the best by my Veterinary Nurse wife of only a year and a half so far. (I'm an old dog so its a match made in heaven...and since my wife told me when she was on her death bed.."--find someone like Catherine" ...so I married Catherine.

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One time from my Aunt but most of the time Mom give me Enemas lots of them and sometimes my Grandmother.

One of my aunts had a son a year or so younger than myself. And while we never got enemas or clysters, my aunt was a big believer in giving suppositories for any and all maladies ... and sometimes on general principle too it seemed.

Only once, when my aunt visited from Germany. She helped my step mom, was kinda weird having the two of them speaking in German to each other and not understanding a word they said

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Only once, when my aunt visited from Germany. She helped my step mom, was kinda weird having the two of them speaking in German to each other and not understanding a word they said

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Speaking German should be the ultimate in an enema/clystering experience. Wow, just hearing it used is such a situation would be an incredible turn-on. German is THE language for things like enemas and clysters.

Lucky you.

I never got any enemas from my aunts. However, I had one aunt who was only 10 years older than me and I certainly would liked to have had one from her but it never got beyond fantasy.

Yes got many from my aunt she was first to use colon tube on me it felt great she always gave at least 2 qts she gave to me from 9 to 14 yrs old was great

Of course I received enemas from my aunt Sue when I was a girl. Sue was my mothers sister and an RN by profession. My mother being a teacher by training and profession deferred to Aunt Sue's skill and knowledge to administer a "treatment" when she felt it was needed.

Only a short time ago I spent several days with Aunt Sue and became very well reaquainted with both her and her nozzles. Sue told me that now that I was an adult that the proceedure would be different and hopefully more pleasureable and she wasn't joking. She certainly took me to new planes of pleasure that I never knew exixted. More about those experiences later.

In case you are wondering Aunt Sue also administered the "treatments" to the other members of my family. As a young girl it was quite an experience to see my mother's expressions change as Sue "treated" her and the cramping set in or the discomfort of distention from an especially large volume of water being deposited in her bowel by Aunt Sue. It certainly was a treat to see the look of uneasiness come over mother's face, wspecially since she was the one who had caused my discomfort experienced earlier,

My Aunt Kathy, who was an RN gave me enemas from about age 4 till I married & left home at age 21. She also gave me the prep enemas when our three children were born. She was my mother’s sister, was three years older than her and lived with my widowed Grandmother, who also, through the years, gave me an occasional enema.

My Aunt had been engaged twice that I know of but her second fiancée was killed in the Korean War and the other, an earlier engagement fell apart for reasons that are not known to me. I was born in 1954 and never knew either of them. She worked in the local hospital, was a school nurse for a while, did private duty and also volunteered in a store front clinic that provided low or no cost medical services to the disadvantaged and the elderly with limited incomes.

The first enema I remember receiving was given to me by her when I was age 4 just before my 5th birthday. I was sick and remember her and my mother telling me that I needed to have some medicine so I would be well for my birthday party the following week. She used a white can and red rubber tube, and always used them when giving an enema. When I received the enema I was in bed lying on my side and my mother was lying next to me as she held me close and telling me what a good girl I was as the enema was given. I recall feeling the red tube slipping into me and then later coming our and liked the way it felt. I don’t remember any thing hurting and when the enema was all in my aunt told me that she was proud of me because I was such a big girl as she pulled out the tube, then picked me up and carried me to the toilet.

Over the years my aunt gave me other enemas with the can and 18-inch colon tube. Sometimes if I was very constipated while in the knee chest position a 4-oz red bulb with a colon tube attached to the bulbs nozzle was used to give me a warm olive oil enema before the water enema, the tube would be slowly pushed in as the bulb was squeezed. I was never afraid to have an enema, because they were gently and lovingly given. The red tube always felt good or maybe I should say nice going in and coming out, I always liked the feeling. Up to age 12 if I did have cramps the enema would be stopped for a while, I’d be told to pant like a puppy and my tummy would be massaged till the cramp went away, then the enema restarted but when the second cramp happened no more enema was given and I could get on the toilet. At age 12 and older I was required to take the entire enema regardless of cramping and then hold through 2 cramps or 5 minutes whichever came first. If she thought I didn't go enough then another enema was given. By age 14 I had been taught to give myself enemas but if I ask my mother or aunt for help taking one, they did.

The only thing I have to add about my aunt is that when I was a sophomore in high school, my aunt taught me how to give enemas and my mother was my patient.

I have three sisters that received enemas from my aunt just like I did but they were always given privately.

I wasn't given an enema by my aunt but she was in the room while mother gave me one. I just started a thread and posted what I can remember of that. -- DD

At the age of six I was staying with my aunt, uncle, and younger male cousin in Washington, D.C. for two weeks. My aunt said I needed an enema. It happened in the bathroom, with her explaining several receiving positions and asking me which I'd like to do. I think the procedure was uneventful, What I remember most is my embarrassment at taking off my pants for her. When she saw the "beauty mark" on my ass, she said I had the prettiest rear in the Northeast. How did I get from that uneventful enema to enema love? Ah, life's mysteries . . .

One Aunt gave me an enema when I was visiting my Cousins. I was about 8 yrs old. In the middle of the nigh i has tummy ache and she decided I needed a enema. She used a small catheter and a funnel with a small pitcher of water. She really didn't get enough water into me. Probably the worst enema I ever had.

What was interesting is that she gave it to me in bed. The bed was in the dormer with all my cousins sleeping right next to me. No one said anything the next morning so they were either all asleep or very polite.

Enemas were very common then and my Aunt was a nurse. She obviously brought home many catheters as there was one towel bar in the bathroom that had at lease 10-15 hanging there.