@Silver_Bullet said,
The rubber enema bags from the 50s era had a distinctive sent to them. Enemas were very common then and every one received them.
Then @rip_rap said,
I always remember seeing mom's Amber latex bag hanging on the back of the bathroom door, just seeing the bag and the smell Of the rubber got me aroused.
Growing up in the nineteen fifties, enemas were commonplace along with douche/enema bags hanging in bathrooms. At home, we normally received two or three enemas a month, but when we were staying at grandmas, we received weekly enemas on Saturday evening. By age seven, my brother and I were getting a hard-on whenever we got an enema. It got so, that whenever we heard the word “enema” or “smelled” an enema bag with its distinctive odor, we started getting hard. Something that wasn’t missed by our sister or two young teenage aunts.
Grandma, having given her two younger daughters the responsibility for our evening bath as preteens. Used the downstairs bathroom, because it was big enough an equipped with a dual vanity, linen closet, long bench along one wall, toilet, and large walk-in dual head shower. Making it convenient for the girls to put us in the shower together, then get in with us, to keep order while they bathe us.
With the linen closet in the bathroom and grandma's various douche/enema bags stored there, plus one or two always hanging in the shower. You could smell the enema bags whenever you used the bathroom. So, on evenings when we knew the girls were going to give us a couple of enemas, my brother and I were already starting to get hard by the time we walked in the bathroom. Once in the bathroom with the door closed, all it took was the scent of the enema bags to make us rock hard, even before we took off our clothes. As we all got undressed, that was something the girls didn’t miss, mischievously teasing us about it once we were naked. And like us, both girls were nude. So, whenever they spanked or gave us enemas laying across their lap, like us, they were both naked.
I was six years old, when the girls first started giving us enemas. Long before I started getting a hard-on whenever I got an enema. At that age, the girls put us across their bare lap naked. So, when I first started getting a hard-on during an enema, they couldn’t miss feeling it. Like us, both girls were naked, because they got in the shower with us afterwards. I first started getting hard, when they did a digital recital exam, to lubricate our anus before inserting the adult recital nozzle. It wasn’t long after that, I was getting hard in the bathroom while taking my clothes off, just anticipating getting an enema. Then finally, on evenings we knew the girls were going to give us enemas, I was getting hard before the girls even took us to the bathroom, just anticipating the coming enema. Then, all it took, was to see and smell the enema bags, to make me rock hard.
Something else started happening alone the same line, as we got older. Part of the girl's responsibility of taking care of us, was spankings when we got out of line or got into something we shouldn’t have. Sometimes, we knew when we’d get a spanking during evening bath time, and other times, we didn’t. The funny thing was, when we knew we’d be getting a spanking, my brother and I both got hard-as-a-rock anticipating the spanking before being taken to the bathroom. But as soon as the spanking started, laying naked across their bare lap, the hard-on went away. Only to return, while standing in the corner afterwards, listening to a rinse enema being fixed. Then, it was back across their lap, for a larger than usual rinse enema. The worst part was, getting a digital recital exam and sitting on the toilet afterwards, with a sore bottom.
Then, when I was around ten, something totally unexpected happened after getting spanked. I was laying naked across my aunt's bare lap, holding a larger than normal rinse enema with a long-curved douche nozzle buried deep in my behind. When something really weird started building up deep inside me. At the time, it felt like it would last forever. But then, all of a sudden, it was gone in a flash. I didn’t realize it then, but I’d just experienced a dry orgasm.
It’s still amazing to me that just thinking about or knowing something, hearing a word, or getting a scent of something can actually do to a male penis.