Given an enema in front of a playmate

Once when I was about 5 or 6 and playing with Mary who lived across the street, my Mom noticed that I wasn't playing very nice and appeared to be cranky. She was with Mary's mother having coffee. Mary's mom suggested that I might be constipated and need some help. The questioning started about when I had my last bm. I couldn't remember and was scared so I told them I didn't know. Mary's mom then said that it sounded like an enema was necessary and would help the situation. We were going to go home when Mary's mom had Mary go to the linen closet for her bulb syringe. She said this can be taken care of right now without any fuss. Mary returned with a white bulb syringe and black nozzle. We were all soon in the bathroom. Mary's mom proceeded to make a sinkful of warm Ivory soapy and the vaseline jar was produced. Mary was allowed to stay since she had no brothers and was not use the the anatomy of a little boy. I soon found myself over my mothers lap with the syringe inserted into my rear getting an enema. I got my usual erection but no one seemed to comment on that. I remember getting at least two or three enemas in front of everyone who acted like this was a normal thing that happened daily.

Red, during the II War my mother ran a day care for working mothers. I was about 4 and saw my mother give enemas to several different kids. She always used the big red enema bag. Some of the kids would of course put up a fuss but my mother was very firm and awys got her way.

Once when I was playing out in the front yard with a bunch of my friends, my mother came out the front door holding her bulging red closed top enema bag, nozzle all greased up with vaseline, to make me come in right then so that she could give me an enema. I also knew that it was not a good idea to bring anyone home with me from school, or playing, because she would often meet me at the back door with the full enema bag ready to give me a good enema.

In today's world, this really straddles the line on child abuse. Better to send the friend home than to risk it!

Most of this was told to me by my sister as I don't remember all of what happened. I was about 8 years old at the time. We had just got back home on Christmas Day from my grandmoms and I had eaten a lot of junk food. Wasn't really "junk" food, but lots of sweets my grandma had made. I had a belly ache and my mom told me to lie down on the couch and maybe it would go away. It was still early evening and one of my moms best friends came over with her daughter who was in my class at school. She really wasn't my playmate because they lived in a different part of town, but we were in the same class at school together. Too make it short, I could hear my mom telling her friend about my stomach ache. Her friend suggested an enema which she thought would make me feel better. My mom was really tired from the day and didn't want to go through all the fuss of giving me an enema, but it seemed that her friend convinced her it was the thing to do to make me feel better. My mom finally agreed and the both of them went into the bathroom and prepared the enema I was going to get. My sister (3 1/2 years older than me) and my classmate were watching a show on TV. My mom comes and gets me off the couch and tells me she is going to give me an enema for my belly ache. I started to protest and began sobbing, I was very tired from the day with all the new toys and all. My mom got me into the bathroom and sat down on the closed toilet seat. Her friend and her made some conversation, but don't remember it all, but right after that my sister and my classmate came into the bathroom. Evidently my moms friend asked her if it was okay if her daughter came into the bathroom to watch me get the enema. Not sure why, maybe she wanted to give her one one day and thought it would be a good idea if she knew what an enema was about. My mom began to undress me and got my pants and underpants down, my classmate started to giggle when she seen my nudity. Her mom told her to stop. My sister told me she really enjoyed seeing my classmate see me nude like that. My mom then put me over her lap and started the enema. My mom also gave me a belly massage to distribute the water, so she thought, standing up, but not going to describe that. My classmate never told any of the other kids in our class what she saw, maybe her mom told her not to and she would be in trouble if she did. I don't remember being embarrassed, maybe I was, but really couldn't do much about it. After the enema, I did feel better and my mom put my pjs on me and went to bed. That was the only time I got an enema in front of that girl. (This took place in early 70's)

Once when I was maybe 6 or 7, I was sent to bed because I had told my mom I wasn't feeling right. A friend was over visiting my brother and came into my room to cheer me up. My mother came in with an enema bag and a towel. My fiend expressed his curiosity about an enema and my mother let him watch. I was more than a little embarrassed when I got my usual erection.

I'm very greatful to my patents that this never happened to me.

I would have never have done so to my two either, even if they are not at modest or embarassed age it's just not right thing to do.

Also if they or anyone requires an enema then they shouldn't have friends over to play b

I saw a playmate get an enema from his aunt with a small bulb syringe. The aunt let me stand at the open bathroom door and watch him get two enemas -- one soapy, one clear water. That was fun to watch for me but it got better when the aunt stripped off and gave herself two enemas with a large red bag and her douche nozzle.

She did not object to either of us watching and, years later thinking about that day, I decided that wasn't the only time she had taken an enema in front my friend. It was, however, the only time I got to watch. Definitely made an impression on me and probably contributed to my love of enemas and enema exchanges to this very day.

In my blog when I first got here, I wrote about getting an enema from my mom on the kitchen table when company came over. They sent their girl who was a year older into the kitchen to get something and I remember being mad at her coming in just as mom was sticking the bulb enema into me.

I have no idea why she chose that time to give me an enema on the kitchen table with company in the next room. So, I was given an enema in front of a playmate. Not the nicest of experiences.

I was about six and played with a friend of same age in their flats, when it was announced that he will be given an enema. I even did not know, what the word "enema" mean. I watched him as receiving the enema from his mother. Starting that time I feared strongly from enemas, untill it changed within 2-3 years into fascination. I still don't undertand this change.

My first recollections of the enema came to me about age 3, when I was taken on a regular basis to the bathroom and there experienced an enema while lying over my father’s knee. A small bulb syringe was used, and I remember the feeling of the nozzle as it entered my rectum as being rather nice, rather pleasurable and not something of which to be afraid. I remember very clearly the feeling as some sort of lubricant was applied to my rectum, and the cold hard feeling as the nozzle was inserted. The bulb was squeezed flat, and the syringe refilled several times and reinserted. I remember the feeling of fullness, and I held it in without being told to for a few minutes and was then placed on the toilet to expel the contents of my bowels. I was sometimes given the enema while lying on the sink, and once or twice on the bathroom floor. I remember having my pajamas pulled down and removed and standing there by the sink, as my enema was prepared. I was then put in the position desired, and given the enema. I remember a few times that there was actual discomfort, but the overall feeling was one of pleasure--at least for a 3 year old. I was then given a bath and put to bed following the enemas.

This went on in a sort of regular pattern until I reached the age of about 6-7. By that time, I had graduated to receiving my enemas on my bed, usually on my back with my legs raised high, and held up by whomever was giving me the enema. Another position that was used from time to time was to put me over several pillows, which raised my bottom in the air, probably making insertion of the nozzle easier. I recall that I didn’t like that position as much as the on the back one, as there I could observe all the enema preparations and I could see what was going to happen to me. I can remember fondly the anticipation of the enema, knowing what was going to happen to me, and that I would have to endure the enema and “ be a good boy”. I was a bit nervous, too, thinking that I would probably get a cramp or two that would hurt me, but I really was a “good boy” with the procedure. I also remember that I would get several enemas -- never just one. It seemed that several were required to do the job, and so I lay there, having my tummy massaged as the enema water was going into me. It felt warm; and comfortable--especially with the tummy massage.

Following the just given enema, I had to endure the holding process. This was usually based upon age—at age 10, for example, I was expected to hold in the water for 10 minutes. Another aspect of the holding time, was the getting up, and standing, and being walked around the room several times. This was done, as explained to me in later years, to get the water going down, gravity beginning to help. So, there I was—a full enema inside my tummy, and lying there for approximately 5 min, then up and walking slowly around the bedroom for the other remaining minutes before I was allowed to sit on the toilet. I was certainly ready to do that, and usually exploded in a violent movement.

I must have been 10-11 and was having a birthday party, mom said that morning that i was going to get my enemas did i want them now or after the party. I opted for after during the party one of my buddies mom asked if he could spend the night as they had a dinner date, mom said sure... forgot about my enemas. We were sitting in my room playing when mom announced that it was time for my enemas.. I asked for postponement no way. My bathroom was right off my bedroom so Richard sat on the bed and watched me laying on my back on the bathroom floor getting my three enemas. Because I had an accident after the previous enemas mom decided to put me in a diaper and plastic pants... Richard saw it all and i spent the night in diapers. We talked he too had gotten many enemas and said he felt bad about the diapers but if it would make me feel better I could give him an enema or diaper him

Some of these memories reminded me of a similar incident when i first became a member here, i was called a liar and my post got deleted so i do not share my actual childhood expeirances no more than commenting on certain issues

I was into anal play from the age of six, but this incident was what pushed me into enemas. We had some neighbors who had two daughters. One was around my age and the other about 2 years younger. The three of us used to play Doctor as often as we could. Mostly, when our parents were out of the house. One day, it was my turn to be the patient. The older of the two girls was the Doctor, while the younger assisted. After a thorough examination, The Doctor declared I was constipated and needed an enema. I had second thoughts about this, but I wasn't going to let them know I was scared. The Doctor told her sister to go home ad get their syringe, but I told them that my Mom had a bag hanging over her tub. The younger of the two girls came back with about half a bag full and the douche nozzle attached. The Doctor administered the enema, holding the bag over my head. I got an immediate erection. A real flag pole waiver, because I knew both girls were watching me. I took all I could and told the Doctor I had to go to the bathroom. I got up and ran. I'm sure both of them saw the erection, because my pants were around my ankles. I think I was 11 at the time, and I've been doing enemas since then, and to this day, I still attach a huge sexual value to them.

I was given an enema several times when my friend I grew up with was staying with us during the summer. She was like another sister and would stay with me during the enema because I did not care. All girls in the house and we saw each other getting enemas a lot.

I never got one in front of someone but have heard a friends brother in the bedroom next door his room getting one. I could hear the fussing and crying and the results as he was placed on the toilet. I made a comment to my friend about what is going on. He said like it was a normal thing my brother has problems going so mom gives him something to go.

As I have posted before, I was the recipient of many enemas from childhood through teen years and even into my 20’s. My uncle was the main enema giver, and both I and his boy received many, at least one per week, more if we were sick.

My uncle’s best friend lived about 3 doors from us, and both of them often discussed enemas, the benefits of them, and how they gave them. My uncle’s friend had a son, Paul—who was older than I (he was 16 when I was 11), and Paul often babysat with us when my uncle was at a meeting or some such. Paul was also the recipient of many enemas, and he, like me, grew to love them. On one occasion I was going to be given an enema, and was undressed for the event, lying on my back waiting for the insertion when the door bell rang and in came my uncle’s friend. So, once again, he was here to witness my enema. So while they both compared notes, the nozzle was inserted into me, and the enema began. Shortly it was all in me, and I began the waiting time. When that was over, I went to the bathroom to expel, while uncle prepared enema number 2. I went back to the bedroom to find Paul’s dad sitting on the bed, and was called over to him, and before I knew it was over his lap. He then inserted his finger into my rectum to “check” if the enema had been successful. Apparently another was needed so my uncle brought in the bag and handed the nozzle to Paul’s dad who proceeded to insert it. I was then given the enema while over his lap. A bit embarrassing, but somewhat a secret thrill to have someone else doing this to me!

This happened several times over the course of years, the last time he was present and assisted at my enemas, was when I about 14 or so.

Apparently he was well aware of the erections that accompanied the enemas, as I knew his boy also had them when he was getting enemas! We did compare notes on that!