I remember Sunday nights!

When I was a young boy every Sunday nite as part of getting ready for the week and school, right after my bath or shower my Mother would take me into the bathroom. There she would place an armless chair in the middle of the room, gently place me across her, lower my pajamas and then give me an enema. No buts, arguments or wining, just hold still and take your water for your weekly cleansing. All done wuith my health in mind and this continued up until I was around 14 years old. Thinking back now,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,I miss those gentle, Motherly and sincere concerned moments.

For a couple of years, Sunday night was my enema night too. After dinner, I'd have my bath and put on my PJ bottoms (I didn't wear tops) While I watched Lassie and/or Walt Disney, mom was in the bathroom making preparations. When the TV show was over, I became star of a different show, with mom as the director. My PJ bottoms came off and I got on my knees and elbows. Mom slid in the nozzle and opened the clamp. The show continued until the bag was empty, whether it took one, two or three 'takes'.

At about age 11 instead of getting an enema for a fever or constipation, I started getting them every fri. nite. My sister would be at my aunts for the weekend for sunday school and brownie meetings. My mother took the opportunity to give me an enema,while she was away. After supper on fri. nite,I'd have to leave my barn clothes on the back porch,as Mom didn't want the smell in the house, walk back through the kitchen,naked,get cleaned up, and then the enema would be waiting in my room. Some weekends I got an enema fri ,sat, and sun. morning

I don't recall getting enemas weekly but if I looked the slightest bit off, I was taken to the bedroom, told to take off my jeans and underwear and lie down on the bed. Then I would have to lie there and listen to the running water, knowing what was coming. I would get excited and pull my dick and balls up under my stomach to hide the excitement. This worked until my aunt came in wtih her and said she always geve my cousins their enemas on their backs because of the cramping. Mom said OK then roll over. I was horified but they didn't say anything. But, I did get a second enema afterwards.

It was Saturday nite at my house. Saturday nite was always bath nite because of Sunday morning church. I didn't get an enema every Saturday nite, but I can recall quite a few. Usually if the enema equipment was used on a Thursday or Friday, it would still be hanging in the bathroom drying out on Saturday nite. Because it was so readily available, mom wouldn't hesitate to use it. As I sat in the warm water i recall watching her fill the bag from the tub spout. She'd hang the bag from the towel bar and have get into position on my hands and knees. Mom's enemas were no-nonsense affairs. You got filled to the hilt nonstop. She'd have me get out of the tub and hold my water until she dried me off and then let me get on the toilet to expel. Her tub enemas usually ended with the one filling.