Hearing Others Receive An Enema

In earlier posts I told about hearing my two sisters getting enemas. My bedroom was right next to the bathroom so the sounds were quite distinguishable. As it happens I also know that my sisters heard me getting enemas and later they told me that they would hover in the hallway not far from the bathroom door listening to mom cajoling me to take the rest of what she had made in the bag. Later Carol and Emily would tease me about being so well cleaned out--that was the part I hated the most.

It was always possible not only to hear, but also to peep

I've never noticed visually when someone was given an enema, but a few times acoustically...

My brother, who is two years older, often teased me with the word "water ass". That referred to the quite a few enemas I received.

Since I had a prolapsed rectum as a small child, my mom's attention was on me and my bowel movements on the advice of our family doctor. Every deviation and irregularity was met with enemas. My two brothers were in a happier position than I was.

If Mom thought I was off track, she would often threaten a punishment enema, which was really only used as a last resort. But then there was fire in the butt...

...and once it hit my big brother. I listened at the bathroom door, pressing my ear to make sure I wasn't missing anything. I absorbed every sound; the clamor, screaming, the slap on his buttocks, the splashing of the small tub in which mom dissolved the soap, the sound when the bag was filled, the scolding when the nozzle penetrated the ass, the loosening of the clip and me knew, now my brother gets a "water ass". He had to take the bag to the last drop. Accompanied by loud farts, he crapped himself out before mom gave him the next two enemas with plain water.

At that moment I decided to endure any upcoming punishment enema stoically and without grumbling, if only to show my big brother who the real coward is.

Once I wanted to visit a buddy in the afternoon. His mother said he didn't have time right now, he was getting some enemas now and I should come back in an hour maybe...

I would have liked to have been a mouse there...😎😎😎

I was only six years old then

My bride got an Email from a college friend named Becky this week - they have only ever exchanged Christmas Cards so it was a something of a surprise. She told me about the surprise Email and I asked "Is that the same girl from the dormitory bathroom?" She said "yes" and just chuckled.

The rest of the story is that my then girlfriend (now wife) attended an all-women's college. Her dormitory was all women - and men were not allowed upstairs on the dorm room floors. Signs posted on the doors to the stairwells proclaimed "MEN NOT ALLOWED UPSTAIRS!"

I was home on two weeks leave from the Army before my first deployment, and went to visit my girlfriend a couple days before I was due to ship. Since this was our last opportunity to be together for a long time, she snuck me up to her dorm room for the night. This was a very big violation of policy and could have gotten her kicked out of housing, but such is the peril of young love.

I knew I would have to leave very early the next morning before the girls were up and get out of the dorm unnoticed so we got up at 4:00 AM and prepared to leave, but I had to pee desperately so we both made a quick 'pit-stop' at the bathroom down the hall. It was dead quiet in the dorm. This was a gang bathroom with a row of sinks, single shower stalls, several toilet stalls, and, unusually, a bathtub out in the open. I trotted into the end stall while my girl went into another stall. I was just about to flush and get out when I heard the bathroom door open - I just froze. Flushing and exiting her stall, my girl said rather loudly "Hi Becky! What got you up so early? I thought I was the only night owl and I just got in from a date." Becky answered “I’ve got terrible PMS cramps and couldn't sleep and I need to do something about it.” At that point my girl washed her hands and said “Bye Becky, well I guess I better get to bed. I hope you feel better.” and the door closed. At that point I was stuck in the stall!

I heard rustling sounds like a pack being emptied and then I heard the bathtub water start. I thought “Oh CRAP! Is this woman going to take a bath?” After a minute or two the tub stopped and Becky entered the toilet stall right next to mine. I saw under the low divider pajamas being taken off one leg at a time, then heard a big intake of breath, and then a very distinctive metallic "CLICK" that I had heard many, many times growing up. I knew without a doubt what was happening and would loved to have stayed, but I knew I could not risk being caught, and I fled.

My girl was in the hall and she hurried me down the stairwell and the ‘safety’ of the exit. I told her what Becky was doing in the bathroom and we both laughed about what had happened, then we kissed and hugged, she cried, and I left, wondering how Becky was.

Fifteen months later I was home again. My girl was in the same college, but now in a fourplex which had a bathroom in each unit and no rules against men - a situation that I availed myself of almost every weekend. I never did hear another enema, although I did occasionally end up sharing the bathroom with one of her roommates. I only met Becky once at a college wedding, but did not mention our close encounter in the night.

I will have to find the right moment to ask my bride how often things like that happened in her dormitory. I sometimes smelled Massengill in the Fourplex bathroom so I knew someone was douching, but I wonder if enemas were also being taken. Just curious…

When I was a kid, our elderly neighbors’ grandson and his parents visited every summer. He and I became great friends only a year apart in age and I couldn’t wait for that week they’d visit. We did so many fun things together. One sunny July day I heard the word “enema” through their screened window (no air conditioning then) while we were playing out back. An hour later his grandma and mom were calling him in. I knew it wasn’t dinner because that was over. He froze like a statue and looked at me almost as if I could help him. He dragged himself into the house and I went to our driveway to shoot hoops alone. Next to our driveway was the grandparents bathroom window. Again, screened windows. I heard everything, his protestations, his begging and crying, his mom telling him he needed an enema , hollering at him and telling him to take “a little bit more”and grandma telling him what a good boy he was to take an enema. Our bathroom window was on the other side of the driveway and it made me wonder how many of the enemas I was forced to take were listened in on during summer.

My sisters used to raise hell during their very infrequent enemas from mom,they both hated enemas as they were both older than me they would tease me because i liked my enemas!

My mother had crohns disease & gave herself an enema almost daily . My room shared a wall with the bathroom & I heard her fill the bag & the nozzle clang against the tub with that plastic ting sound frequently . She left the red enema bag hanging in the shower stall for all the years i lived at home . Sometimes she would put it under the sink & pull it out after telling me to take off my underwear & get in the tub . I think now when I look back I must have been given 50 or more e's growing up . No wonder I love the bag now . Recently I tried a higginson syringe , the one with the bulb >> what a rush .

I heard and watched, or should say we, as my older sister Tess and or I would watch our two younger sisters when they got enemas, and each other depending if one of us was getting an enema. It was easy as I described in other posts. At the time we lived on a farm in West Virginia with our grandparents in a big old farm house where enemas were always given in the large upstairs bathroom almost always just before bed, perfect timing as it was dark outside, and with no outside lights we weren't seen. The administrator sat on the window seat that was in every room except the kitchen with the recipient laying on their lap. Anyway the house had a porch that surrounded most of the house and the upstairs windows opened onto the porch roof, giving us the opportunity to go to the bathroom window and watch our younger sisters getting enemas. Either they hated enemas or they were better that me and Tess at faking it! So watching them as mom measured the water in the bag, hanging it next to the window, them removing pants and under pants while complaining and begging not to do it, then laying across mom's lap, the insertion, the CLICK then begging her to stop. There was a large mirror on the back of the bathroom door giving us a perfect view of the entire procedure.

Reading posts really brings back old memories.

Quoting Bob Hope, "Thanks for the memories".

Lost In The 50s

Our house had the old fashioned key hole doors including the bathroom so I was able to not only hear but see my fourteen year old cousin get an enema. He was three years older than me. My aunt was visiting and all the kids were playing outside but I snuck in and heard my aunt tell my mom she was going to give him an enema. I heard the water running, his pleas of being too old for an enema, my aunt ordering him to bend over the bathtub and I heard the sounds of a leather belt against his trousers. I heard him whimper, didn’t cry because he was embarrassed my mom was there. When he was instructed to undress and hesitated my aunt said she was going to invite his sister (who was 18 months younger) to come in if he refused. He complied. I saw the nozzle being inserted and heard the release of the clamp. I heard his stomach gurgling. When he turned around to go to the toilet he had an erection, I heard him release with force then ran outside to avoid being caught or I would face the same outcome.

@Gazzpacho said,

When he turned around to go to the toilet he had an erection, I heard him release with force then ran outside to avoid being caught or I would face the same outcome.

I accidentally walked in on my two teenage aunts giving each other a couple of enemas when I was ten years old. I was in bed and got up because I needed to use the bathroom. The door wasn’t closed, it was only pulled too, so I walked in without think. The younger girl was in the knee chest position with a douche nozzle buried deep in her behind and her sister was controlling the flow. I apologized saying, “I’m sorry, I need to use the bathroom.” All I had on was white cotton briefs and was told to remove them before relieving myself. Once I finished using the toilet, I knew what was coming. First, I got chewed out for not knocking on the bathroom door. Second, I was ordered to lay naked across her bare lap and given a good long spanking. Third, she gave me a rinse enema to help calm down. Which was the normal routine at grandmas whenever we got a spanking.

I was in my grandparents' bathroom sitting on the toilet expelling a soapsuds enema I had just been given while my cousin was brought in and given a soapsuds enema kneeling in the bathtub and I got to see the whole thing with him squirming and complaining that he had to go and couldn't hold it, but his Mom forced him to hold it for 5 minutes just like me. Once I was off the toilet he was allowed to expel his enema and I could hear him from outside the bathroom grunting as bursts of soapy water and poop gushed out of him. His 2 younger brothers were given enemas after us and we listened as they both whined and cried as they were given and then expelled their enemas.

I witnessed and heard both my brothers get enemas from the bum bulb. Never saw my sister after she was a toddler get one, but my mother was more about glycerin suppositories for her.

Once when I was about 9 my mom was sitting on the toilet with my youngest brother across her lap and she was giving him the bum bulb. He would cry and whimper with each insertion. I think she gave him at least 4 bulb fills. She sat him on the potty chair and he proceeded to squirt and plop. I told her I couldn't go either and expected her to offer a few squirts from the already deployed bum bulb and sink full of soapy water. Instead she said "You need to sit here and try, a big boy enema would make you sick to your stomach." So I sat down and successfully pooped, oh well, I didn't want to risk the sick stomach. I don't think my mom had any inclination to set up and give her 10+ year old son a bag enema, with three other young children to get to bed.

About six months later, I was in the hospital to get my tonsils out and the nurse came and got me, escorting me to a large multi-purpose bathroom. She said " I'm going to give you an enema now, have you ever had one before?" It didn't make me sick to my stomach, but I pooped more than I ever had from an enema.

@gboy said,

I was in my grandparents' bathroom sitting on the toilet expelling a soapsuds enema I had just been given while my cousin was brought in and given a soapsuds enema kneeling in the bathtub and I got to see the whole thing with him squirming and complaining that he had to go and couldn't hold it, but his Mom forced him to hold it for 5 minutes just like me.

When we were kids growing up, it was commonplace for my siblings and I to be given enemas in the bedroom or bathroom together. Mom as a rule, always gave us enemas together and so did our young teenage aunts. Grandma on the other hand, gave us enemas in private. Occasionally giving my brother and I enemas together, however, she never gave us enemas together with our sister. Unlike mom or her two younger sisters, who gave us enemas in the evening at bath time together.