Hearing Others Receive An Enema

I am new to this forum, but have read the forum for the past 4-5 years. I am an older gentleman, but wanted to relate a story that I recall like it was yesterday. This occurred when I was in my late teens. My sister is 5 years my senior and I was 18 at the time of this. My sister had a daughter aged 2 at the time and was living with us with her daughter. I remember hearing my sister talking to my mother about her daughter Stephanie and she was complaining that Stephanie seemed to be constipated. She says that she had sat her on the potty for the last 2 days with no results.

My mother who was very familiar, if not in love with enemas, told my sister that she might need an enema. My sister agreed and asked my mother if she would please give her one at which my mother readily agreed.

The next thing that I recall is my mother went into the bathroom and I suspected that she was getting the enema ready. I followed her upstairs and spied on the whole situation. Soon watching from a nearby doorway I saw mom escorting little Stephanie down the hall to the bathroom completely naked. She did not know that I was watching.

The door closed behind them and as it seemed quiet I crept up to the door to listen. It was hard to hear what was going on at first, but soon I could hear my niece grunt out loud as I could hear mom squeeze the enema bulb into her little bottom. The repeated refilling of the enema bulb and reinsertion finally resulted in Stephanie beginning to fuss and cry. This went on a few minutes, but then all went quiet as I suspected mom had placed her on the potty chair.

This went on for about 30 minutes before her and mom re-emerged as she escorted Stephanie down the hall to her room to dress her. I sneaked into the bathroom to see to my amazement the red rubber Davol enema bulb that mom had used on me and my sister along with a jar of Vaseline still open and a pan of soapy water sitting on the edge of the tub. I looked in the potty chair and saw that the enema had worked quite well as it was half full. Has anyone else had a similar experience?

Even if I heard something, and where I'm living now, that seems unlikely, but I would let it go in one ear and out the other!

I believe in personal privacy. Even if I ever DO hear anything, neither this forum nor the person I heard will ever know!!

I love hearing people, me or others, getting enemas. I wouldn't be interested in listening or watching a child be cleaned out, but the sounds of an adult, normal or submissive, being given and holding an enema is one of the most erotic and fun things I know of.

Eric, you are so hot. Please do not ever change. You are one of my favorites here just so you know, lol.

Mashie

Ericmacson: I would not be interested now, as an adult, in hearing/seeing a child getting an enema, spanking or anything "embarrassing". Yet... well, when I was a child, I found it... interesting to hear my younger sister (1.5 years younger) getting spanked, or getting a suppository. She was more vocal than me. It's not that I disliked her - quite the contrary, we got on very well. But still there was something nice in knowing that I was not alone in such predicaments.

Eric, as a physician did you often prescribe, or recommend enemas for your patients? Adult, or child?

Mashie, thanks, that's very kind of you. I just write what I know about and have experienced and love, and hope that my journalist Dad, who passed away in 1984, would at least be proud of my writing skills even if not interested in the content here.

Pecan nut job (great name, by the way),

quote]Ericmacson: I would not be interested now, as an adult, in hearing/seeing a child getting an enema, spanking or anything "embarrassing". Yet... well, when I was a child, I found it... interesting to hear my younger sister (1.5 years younger) getting spanked, or getting a suppository. She was more vocal than me. It's not that I disliked her - quite the contrary, we got on very well. But still there was something nice in knowing that I was not alone in such predicaments.[/quote]

I understand your interest in hearing your sibling as a child relative to your own need to put up with similar things from your parents. Makes perfect sense. I never had that experience in childhood, but understand many others did. As I grew from a teen to young adult, I just developed a real affinity for loving both the enema and sexual sounds coming from my partners (or me!) as a wonderful addition to intimacy.

Jimmyt44, I'm an anesthesiologist, so never had the occasion professionally to ever need to recommend or prescribe an enema to a patient. My suspicion is that even as an Internist I would rarely use them for patients except in exceptional circumstances. Another example of keeping professionalism and work separate from play. But at home, I play with them as much as my partner and I enjoy them.

Eric

I have related this elsewhere, but I grew up with both an older and a younger sister. None of us were strangers to the enema bag, but my younger sister got most of them. My bedroom was next to the main bathroom in our small house and the enema bag was kept in the linen closet across the hall. It was no secret what was going to happen when mom would go to the linen closet, call my sister, and the two would disappear into the bathroom. Thru the thin walls I could hear the water running and the sound change as the bag got filled. Mom would tell her to undress and lie over her lap. There would be a faint snap as the enema began, but my sister seemed to enjoy enemas so there was never a pleading to stop. Sometime later the toilet would flush once or twice and eventually Emily would emerge.

Ericmacson: Now for something more shameful. I recall touching myself to the soundtrack of sis getting spanked next door. 😢

When I was about 12 or 13 my aunt gave one of my cousins an enema in the bathroom across the hall from my bedroom. She filled the bag and hung it quite awhile before she gave it to him, so I went in the bathroom and looked at the full bag ready to be given. When she brought him in for his enema and closed the door, he started crying and begging her to stop. I became "very" aroused listening to the procedure. I even asked her if she needed some help. I loved witnessing that event and still remember it as if it happened yesterday.

I heard my younger cousin getting one once. It was an incredible turn on listening to them in the bathroom late one night. To this day I can hear my aunts voice, telling "Cindy" to quit trying to push it out. Cindy swore she wasn't but my aunt kept telling her she'd just get another if she didn't stop it.

I later quizzed cindy about the event hoping to get her to repeat it on me. It didn't happen though, however I did get some soapsticks from her older sister at a later time, I already wrote about that though.

My cousin Debbie, who was sixteen at the time, was staying with my wife and I for a couple of weeks one summer. She wasn't feeling well and after questioning her we found out she hadn't gone poop for several days. We told her how unhealthy that was and that she needed to have an enema.

It turned out she had never had one before. After explaining the procedure to her my wife told her to change into her nightgown and then meet her in the hall bathroom. I helped my wife get the enema prepared. We decided she should have a soap enema followed by a plain water rinse. She came back from her room wearing the short nightie she wore every night. It barely came past her buttocks, which gave me several chances to get a peak at her underwear while she was staying with us.

My wife took her into the bathroom and I pretended to go back to the kitchen, but of course I stayed outside the door to listen. My wife told her to remove her panties and kneel down on the floor. Then she told her she was going to put some lube on her bottom. There was a short period of silence and then my wife told her to relax while she inserted the nozzle. All of this time I was slowly stroking my cock, but I couldn't take any more. I went to our bathroom and masturbated with the thought of my wife filling up Debbie's ass with two quarts of soapy water.

When I went back my wife was just leaving her in the bathroom. We went to the living room and waited for her to come out. When she finally did she said she was feeling much better. The entire process was then repeated with warm water. This was 30 years ago and I still remember every detail of that night.

A teen girl in a hospital room close to the ward where I was became very vocal about refusing an enema. Later I heard her whisper to her mother that she had decided that she would accept the enema. Instant stiffie !

I hung around in the hall near her hospital room until finally a mature male nurse who had quite obviously been mandated to administer an enema to her round bottom which stretched the seat of her gown as she walked in the corridor.

I was determined to listen to the goings on and even stole a peak of her impaled bare bum which was covered in goose bumps. She moaned and groaned quite a bit and her enemas lasted longer than most.

Many of the Stonefox enema videos end with the girl (young woman) sitting on the toilet expelling their enema. In too many of these videos, either the girl begins a loud irrelevant conversation with the enema giver in the other room, or the editor runs a soundtrack over it. I suspect I'm not alone in wishing I could hear the expulsion.

I heard a lot of enemas and also saw a lot of enemas. I did hear a friend get an enema a couple of times. A friend that stayed a lot during the summer saw my mom giving me an enema more than once!

Every weekend visiting my grandma, it was her "bonding time" with us. Got to see my cousins get flushed out every time.

I was in the hospital when I was 10 years old. The Nurses aid say as she walked into the room across the hall carrying a tray with what I think was an enema can "I have an enema ordered for both of you ladies this morning". Of course the door was closed but my imagination went wild.

I have a really wild story that fits this perfectly.

I was a carpenter working at a house where I was fixing stuck doors on the second floor that opened from a bedroom onto a balcony.

That bedroom shared a bathroom with the bedroom on the other side of it.

As I was working on the door to the balcony, the door to the bathroom closed from the inside as obviously the lady homeowner was going to use it (she was the only other person in the large, totally quiet house.)

I didn't really listen or even think about listening til I heard a sound that sounds like no other. A heavy enema gush followed by a loud wet fart. There were no other sounds in this quiet house as I worked quietly and listened to the lady expel an enema, just the other side of a closed bathroom door.

After the appropriate amount of time had passed for her to finish expelling, I heard the water in the sink running and the sound of the enema bag being filled again.

This time I got to hear a quiet moan or two as she was taking the enema, and once again a noisy expulsion.

About a 1/2 hour after she was done in the bathroom she told me she was going out, for some Drs tests, and to lock up if I left before she was back.

Looking in the bathroom, in the trash can I saw a disposable plastic enema bag and a box that said Barium Enema Prep Kit, so I knew what kind of Drs test she was going for

Enematically

Steve

I was in the emergency area of a hospital visiting a friend who was there due to a hand injury. While I was there I noticed a teenage girl in one of the rooms who was complaining to the examining doctor that she was having stomach cramps. The doctor examined her and after he left I heard him tell the nurse to get a couple of fleet enemas. He later went back to the room with the fleet enemas, but this time remembered to close the door. All I heard was the patient asking questions if it was going to hurt.

I never heard my brothers or anyone else receive an enema and wouldn't have found it appealing at all. All I'm referring to now as an adult is that since I enjoy an enema so much, especially receiving it as a humiliated vocal submissive from my real or fantasy Domme, I would really enjoy the reverse also. In other words, switching with my partner and giving her the same fulfilling, intense experience I had while listening to her similar moans, groans and submissive pleading she had heard from me. It's part of why I enjoy switching. Hearing similar sounds and/or commentary from her about what I had already experienced is a very satisfying turn-on.

Eric

I have never heard anyone get an enema, although I would probably like to.

I've wonderd if my siblings had ever heard me getting an enema, but I don't think I really ever want to know that ?

I always like the sounds almost as much as the sights. I vividly remember doing some "phone play" with a gal I had met online. I coached her thru the enema, and when it came time to expel, I had her take the phone with her to prove she had really given the enema to herself.

Those sounds (expelling) were very interesting to me, almost as erotic as the fact that she had submitted. Since I'm REALLY not into scat, that seemed odd to me, but I find that others like the same, so I guess that just goes into my "total weirdness" file, along with many other things.

For some fairly subtle but very convincing and satisfying enema and other sounds, view this link posted a few days ago in another thread:

https://www.zity.biz/index.php?mx=forum;ox=display;msg=911068

In addition to lovely viewing, this woman makes delightfully submissive sounds when her Dom is taking out her anal plug, inserting, inflating and enjoying her DBEC, and connecting and releasing the bag of enema water into her. It's one of the most delightful consensual sub enema videos I've ever seen and heard. I really hope she's enjoying it as much as we are and it looks like she is. Also, I'd love to switch and be put in her place, subbing for my Domme partner.

Eric

I never heard or saw my brother getting an enema, but I knew he would try to get a peek, through the bathroom door, of me getting one.. Then, afterwards he would tease me saying he saw my bare butt getting the enema.. Not a very nice brother... Totally embarrassing!!!

I once heard someone getting an enema. I was in a hospital ward when I was six having my tonsils out and the kid in the next bed got one. Two nurses came in with a trolley on which was a white metal can and some red rubber tubing with a sort of squeeze bulb in the middle (I think they call it a Higginson syringe?) and an aluminum bedpan.

Anyway, they brought it to the side of his bed and drew a blue curtain around it. The next thing I heard was a lot of protesting and crying and it sounded like he was starting to put up a fight. Then a third nurse came into the ward and disappeared behind the curtain and it sounded like world war three. I heard some smacking sounds too so I assumed he was having his bottom smacked for not cooperating!

Eventually the hollering and screaming died down and when they finally pulled the curtain away and left, he was sitting there sobbing. I asked him what had happened and he told me that they had given him an "enma" and went into detail (between sobs) about exactly what had taken place, including a smacked bottom! I remember being totally horrified because I didn't know what an "enma" (enema) was until then and spent the rest of my stay in sheer terror whenever the nurses came in, thinking I was going to be next.

I know this may now sound completely crazy but as the years went by, and I re-imagined the frightful scene that took place behind that curtain, I got really excited imagining that it was me behind that curtain and not him!

I heard a nurse tell the girl in the next bed over from my wife that she was going to get an enema for gas and she would fill her then lower the bag to pull out the water and gas then raise it and repeat a couple times and she wouldn't have to go until they were all done. My wife shooed me out of the room but later told me the girl shit her brains out. I was hard for a week

Yeah Moppy, that's a Harris Flush.

Interesting information. You wouldn't be using that bag again..

I see a few other posts here about parents talking about giving enemas. Here is a brief story from my experience wondering if anyone has the same.

I was probably 11-12 years old. I had been sent home from school after not feeling well and was in my room resting. I heard the phone ring, back then we had a phone in the kitchen, living room and my parents bedroom. If you could pick up another line quietly enough you could listen to a conversation. For no reason I creeped into my parents bedroom and slowly picked up the receiver.

It was my mother talking to her mother about nothing really then the subject of me came up. I heard my mother make a comment that I was sent home for a fever. My grandmother asked if she had taken my temp since I got home, to which she said she hadnt but she was going to after she was off the phone and got grocerys put away, etc. Then the dreaded part of the discussion came up...

My grandmother asked 'are you going to give him an enema.' My mother hesitated for a second and then said ‘yes, i probably will and call the Dr’ the rest of the conversation was not important, i quietly hung up the phone and went back to my room and got into bed.

I just laid there and waited for what seemed like hours, the bedroom door opened and my mom was there with her thermometer and Vaseline. 'How are you feeling' she asked … I said i was ok and my mom said 'Isaac can you pull your shorts down for me so i can take your temperature.'

Normally I would of whined and complained because I hated having my temperature taken this way but I hoped if I cooperated and my temp was lower I would avoid the enema. I dutifully took my shorts down rolled over and presented my bottom immediately. I felt a smear of lube go in my bottom and then the thermometer. Followed by the usual requests to just hold still and relax.

After a couple minutes my mom removed the thermometer and said 'you were good for that, your temp is 100.1 so still a little high.' I pulled my shorts up and got back into bed at this point my heart was pounding.

Then the bad news came ... 'Isaac we need to do an enema.' At that point all calmness I had was gone. I broke into hysterics begging not to get one. My mom was steadfast, ‘youre getting an enema period, calm yourself down I will call you when i need you’.

A little while later she was at my door again ‘come to the bathroom please’… I was in full on begging but it was getting me nowhere. 'Get in the bathroom now young man.' As I walked into the bathroom I was told to remove all my clothes which caused another round of hysterics.

At that point, I think she had heard enough, she said 'we can wait til your father comes home but you are getting an enema'… that was enough for me having him help with the enema would almost certainly mean a spanking for non co-operation. At that point I resigned myself to my fate got naked and assumed the position.

I had my temp taken again in the evening the following day, i had a Dr appointment scheduled for late morning or something like that and I had come downstairs while my dad and sister were still home. My mother asked how I felt, to which I said ok.

At that point she said well I am glad you feel a little better, we have the doctor at 11am so in a little bit we are going to do another enema.' I dont even think I got the word Mom out of my mouth before my father said 'if I hear about you fighting your mother on this again we will repeat it when I get home....'

Needless to say, I took my morning enema without a word of complaint

When I was about ten, my father had a doctor's appointment. I heard my mother on the phone. What got my attention was her clarifying, "enemas until clear?" Mom and Dad were in the bathroom. I was in the living room, probably within ten feet. I could hear everything. I could not tell if my father was in pain and agony or if he was thrilled. These 60 years later, I still don't know.

When I was in college, I was helping my father clean out the garage. We came upon a stack of Penthouse Forum magazines. Dad said he was keeping these. "They have a lot of articles about enemas and anal eroticism." Then the line I will never forget. "Your mother and I make love almost every night and I get ready by giving myself an enema."

My first wife was disgusted by any talk of enemas. My second wife was from a family for whom enemas were the standard treatment for almost any ailment. From time to time, as we were going to bed, she would whisper, "Why don't you go upstairs and get really really clean?"

We had a wonderful 40 year marriage. Oh how I miss her.