Drugstore enema aisle

Once in awhile on my way to the prescription counter I'll walk through the "hygiene" aisle and causally glance around, but it pretty much been a disappointment for many years. Back in the day, considerable shelf space (and even the front window) was devoted to rubber goods that would guarantee an erection just walking by. Always a good variety of fountain syringes with those intriguing nozzles, along with enema bulbs of at least a couple different sizes, and of course the douche bulbs which I considered the Cadillac of enema devices. It was all good back then, but I'm glad to have "matured" beyond the rubber goods that, unknown by me at the time, could cause a problematic allergic reaction. Now if only Walgreen's had a silicone enema products aisle, or Silicone Nozzles sold their wares at Costco.....

I stopped at a Dollar General Store the other day and there was no one shopping at the time...the clerk saw me looking around and asked if she could help, I declined. I finally found that aisle and decided to buy a pair of Fleets. When I got to the check out, I said something like "now you can see why I wasn't real anxious too announce what I was looking for". She was in her 30's probably and pleasant, I couldn't tell whether she didn't want to comment or if she didn't realize what she was selling?

I wouldn't go very far counting enema bags in any retail outlet today. Good chance they are being bought as hot water bottles, and the rest are never used. If you want to run a spreadsheet, look on Amazon and see where on the hit parade enema bags are. "#whatever" of "whatever" on Health & Beauty. Also check stand-alone nozzles.

I haven't seen any enema kits other than Fl e e t at the local drugstores for quite a while: looked in Texas, Colorado and Oregon. When I need a new enema bag I'll go on-line. Besides, you have to go on-line to find decent nozzles. I have bought fleets and liquid glycerin suppositories (sort of like a tiny enema with glycerin) - and the combination of them works pretty good. Back in the 50's and 60's enemas were a standard household item.

The local RiteAid still stocks a faultless combination bag. Unfortunately the latest bag holds 1.75 qts. Seems like most things are getting smaller while sometimes we need or want something larger!

There's nothing comparable to an "enema aisle" in Britain but I frequently check the chemists to see what's available and whether (this is increasingly rare) suppositories in all sizes are available "in front of" the counter. (Enemas, when present, never are).

In Ireland too its very hard to find enema equipment in pharmacies. Maybe possible to get in pharmacy/surgical supply store and what would be limited to higginson syringe.

I prefer to buy from ebay. I like to use enema bulb, it only costs about 4-5 euros.

Yes I like checking out that aisle .

These days in your local drugstore you only find the various disposable enemas, Fleet and the store brand and some glycerin or Dulcolax suppositories. Maybe you find a single brand/type of combination syringe of dubious quality in the feminine hygiene aisle. How boring.

I will admit I am old enough to remember the end of "the good old days" when enemas were more common in the average home. A few years after being married we moved to a suburban area that sort of enveloped what was a small rural town. It still had a family owned drugstore with an amazing enema section. They called the area of the store rubber goods in those days. They had several different bags, like combination, open top, folding latex, and a blue pumpkin type of combination ice cap and syringe. There were infant and adult sizes of enema bulbs, and of course, douche bulbs. Most amazing was their case where you could find replacement items such as various sizes and types of douche and enema nozzles.

They did also have a selection of disposable enemas including one whose name I don't remember that looked like an oversized toothpaste tube with an enema nozzle attached. I had to try it just to see. Nothing special, just like a Fleet but a different package. Of course they had glycerin suppositories too. I bought a lot of stuff there.

Nothing reflects the “golden age” more than the large window display on the Randolph St. Side of the Walgreens store on State street Chicago.

Actual size photos of window displays of yore featuring all manner of enema bags syringes to.which Cheryl refer.

This is today, I the heart of downtown Chicago! I walk by it (and stop and stare) often.

I hope they never change it.

Gdfru

Cheryl's description sounds just like the drug store where my mom grew up in Ohio. In those days many pharmacies were family owned and it wasn't unusual for dad to be the pharmacist and mom to be at the register and around the shop helping customers and answering questions.

If you needed help in the "rubber goods" department, you'd ask this lady, and she would help you pick out what you needed. I can imagine the clerk helping you decide from the array of choices. Fountain syringe or pumpkin bag? Folding syringe or combination bag? Do you douche? Nozzle or rectal tube? Interesting conversations in those days. Maybe even a little embarrassing to a young mom.

When I pick up my prescriptions at Rite Aid I usually take a stroll down the enema aisle. Unfortunately they only have disposable fleet enemas, laxatives, stool softeners, and suppositories. No bags 😢

I always stroll down that isle carefull not to stop and stare but admire as I slowly pass.

Oh, yes, I always check that aisle. Not much to see these days, but I'm always reminded of when there used to be the most wonderful displays of syringes. I particularly liked drug stores with soda fountains where it was possible to sit, have a Coke, and keep an eye on the rubber goods section, or the jars of suppositories. Every now and then patience was rewarded seeing a purchase! Always a woman buying, never a man. Mom's job I guess.

Even when my parents were growing up in the 1970s there was not really a separate enema aisle, just a section of shelves in the feminine hygiene aisle that had syringes on the bottom shelf or sometimes two.

I used to do merchandising as an independent contractor. Much of my work was in drugstores. This one day a very attractive and well dressed woman asked me about where the hot water bottles were. I took that opportunity to take her to the section and pointed out that the blue pumpkin bag was the best option because you could use it as an ice bag, hot water bottle, enema or douche bag.

I must have "oversold" the bag because she made a point of coming up to me after she made her selection to point out that she had a hot water bottle because, she said, "this will take care of all of my needs."

Well, I tried.

I have had many encounters over the years.

I always try to go down that isle very discreetly. Seems to be less everytime I go there what a shame

In the old days I would go down that aisle every time. It was like looking at a Sears catalog enema page. Nowadays I am not as anal about it but still sneak a peek whenever I can. I have talked to more than one member that does the same thing.

It would have been 1970, our first visit to Honolulu and Waikiki. I was no stranger to checking out enema syringes in drug stores, and had seen some stores with lots of different ones, but nothing like what awaited a customer wanting to buy a bulb, or bag and hose at Long's.

I had no idea so many different brands existed, or that so many variations within a brand were available! To this day I can't figure out why whoever was merchandising that store felt the need to carry such a huge selection, but sales must have justified the inventory dollars and shelf space as year after year the display remained large. Way large. While on every visit I didn't see someone buying a syringe, I did see a syringe being bought several times. I confess I'd visit the store several times when we went to Hawaii and that aisle was a big reason I kept opting to go to Waikiki rather than Maui or the Big Island.

I did see regular enema/douche bags being bought but the main memories I have are of folding travel syringes being examined, and usually purchased by women. I'd guess they were 25 to 50 years old. Not sure if they were bought for enema, or douche, or both use, but as several of the women also looked at enema bulbs before making a choice I assumed those ladies were buying for enema use. I also assumed from the way they were dressed they were tourists, likely having an issue with constipation and not having brought a syringe were picking one up. Hence the majority being the folding travel type.

About 30 years after I started this enema aisle watch in Honolulu, and as we were usually there two, even three, times each winter it covered a lot of visits, the selection was cut back considerably. I've not been in the store for several years but I'd not be surprised if Fleet was the only enema choice for tourists. How times have changed!

I am writing this post as I wonder if any others here remember the enema aisle in that store?

If I ever go to Hawaii, I would want to spend as little time in a drug store as possible.

I'd save that for wintertime trips to Saskatoon, which I try to avoid!

That said, the demographic of Hawaii generally and Oahu especially are such that there are strong cultural influences from both Japan and the Polynesian cultures. This DOES have an effect on the merchandise mix

It would have been 1970, our first visit to Honolulu and Waikiki. ...

@Thomas893 MAHALO for this post! It brought back some very interesting and some even bittersweet memories. My first trip to the Islands was in the mid 80s with my parents and my Mom and I did find ourselves in a drug store in Waikiki on Ala Moana, although I can't remember the name. We were there because travel, change in diet, jet lag and everything had gotten the best of us, and Mom being Mom decided it was time to buy some ("some" being relative) supplies. Rectal thermometer, glycerin suppositories, and an enema bag, along with a tube of KY! Mom is always so thoughtful! I was a teen at the the time and of course mortified! I tried my best to keep my distance from Mom, but, bless her, as I was at the far side of the enema aisle away from the bulbs and bags, Mom turns in the middle of the rather occupied (feminine hygiene and laxative) aisle, and holding a regular bag in one hand, and folding syringe still in the other still in their boxes, with the HUGE pictures on the front, "Becca which would you prefer?" Gotta love Mom! BTW, we were staying at HHV (Hilton Hawaiian Village) and I distinctly remember that the "drug store" on property also had such supplies.

Fast forward to the early- to mid-1990's. My late husband and I bought a condo (still available for rentals!) at Kaanapaali on Maui and frankly we got to visit as often as we could. Jenn (nor the others) had not been born yet and we knew we had a family coming, so, may as well enjoy it the "Married without children life" as best as we could. Culturally, because we were there so frequently and had a home, we were considered more Ka'amaina (native) than Haole (white folks/strangers). What we discovered being who we were/are and open with people and somewhat adventurous, is that the Hawaiian culture with all it's influences, was very much also an "enema culture". Most Ka'amaina that we met, mostly couples our age and slightly older were very open about what we think of now as "old school" medical habits and frankly had some great enema experiences and stories to share not to mention some very interesting solutions. Orchid oil, lavender, coconut oil, a touch of pineapple juice, pretty amazing and they worked. While my late husband wasn't nearly as enema prone as I was, we did share some experiences with other couples together, and I alone with his knowledge, of course.

But, the moral to the story is this. Yes! There was and still is a strong culture in Hawaii toward these things if not for "play" for prevention and treatment. My last trip was with the kids, in 2015, and I had brought some supplies. Still I found myself in a pharmacy for some odds and ends, main mission, the girls forgot pads! But, there was a prominent presence of enema bags (Fountain syringes), a few bulbs, and pretty much the entire line of Fleets. I also recall that there was a stock of Fleet Prep Kit #2 which is the one that contains the castile soap packet and bag enema. My fav!

Aloha! and

Play safe!

In my youth, I would occasionally make my way to where the store (drug store or department store) stocked their enema equipment for ailes. In the 50's and 60's, there would have been a large collection of items. I wouldn't overtly stare at the equipment - just a quick peak or two.

Now the department store catalogues, in those days, had pages of such equipment and I would look at the catalogues for a long time.

On several trips on the highways and byways of America, I am finding bags and bulbs slowly returning to the drug stores. Recently in western New York I found a red bag to give to a friend. He enjoyed using it. It’s great to gift to someone who appreciated the experience. This bag was the only one the store had. Hope they get a reorder for another greatful enemaholic.

I've made a habit of this for many years. One thing I would do while traveling is to try to find the independant, mom & pop drugstores. They were the ones to stock colon tubes, extra parts, bulbs, etc. These days it's hard to find an independant, even harder to find more than one bag, if any

Our local Safeway recently closed out their combination enema bags. They were selling for $2.97. I bought 3 of them.

I get a hard on walking down enema aisles.

When I travel in the US and I end up in a drugstore I sometimes go have a discreet look in the enema and feminine hygiene aisles - do they still stock combination syringes?

Beccarnmommy Hi Becca, sorry to take so long to reply. Hope you see this.

A condo in Kaanapali, how wonderful. We've spent a lot of time in Honokowai so know the area well.

And, I agree, enemas and Hawaii seem to go together. Lots of memories.

One other I'll share for now was when we stayed in a condo behind one of the Outrigger hotels I think it was. Our lanai looked out over the roof of the hotel, but looking down if lights were on and curtains open I could see into the hotel rooms, perhaps 150 feet away. And, I had binos to look out towards the ocean. Honestly, I didn't look into the rooms, much. You see one couple getting ready for bed, you've seen them all sort of thing, but I did notice a couple who moved into the top corner room, which happened to be the one I could see best. I'd guess they were closer to 35 than 40, but may have been 40. Both trim, good looking.

First evening they came up from the beach at dusk, stripped off their bathing suits, showered, got dressed up and went out. Dinner I guessed. Second night, came up, dusk, light on in hotel room hall, just by the door. Wife switches on a light on dresser, says something to her husband and points at the end of the bed. He doesn't look happy. She says something else, I can tell firmly, and opens top drawer of dresser ---- long low one on which the TV sat. He's slipping down and stepping out of his bathing suit and out of the drawer she takes a Fleet Enema box. Now, a Fleet Enema box is something I can recognize at 100 yards and I knew what she had and guess what he was about to get.

I was right. He kneeled on the end of the bed, feet dangling over the end, knees apart and bent forward down so his torso was on the bed. Meantime behind him, where he doesn't see, his wife gets a second Fleet box out of the drawer, opens both, and sits one enema on the dresser top, takes the nozzle top off the other, and turns to him. She's holding the enema in her right hand, and rests her left on the small of his back. She's saying something to him, but I've no idea what, but after a bit I can see him nod acceptance and he turns his head towards the sliding glass door, cheek down on the bedspread. Not a happy look and I'm thinking he's going to tell her to close the blind. But he doesn't. Afterwards I wondered if the light in the room was bouncing back off the sheet glass door in such a way the condo across was blanked out. Also, on that wall of the condo, the face of it was all cement except for a stack of small lanais --- ours was only about four feet across, and three deep. Perhaps they just didn't think anyone would be out there that could see.

Back to the story. She took the Fleet bottle she was holding in her right hand, moved it over so it was in her left, both her hand and the bottom of the bottle now resting on the small of his back. As you will have gathered this is a memory that is burned into my brain. Again, she says a few words, and it looks to me like she's giving instructions, just a feeling I had. Then, it looked like she asked a question. He nodded slowly. She asked something else. Again a nod. She nodded, as if he could see, but I guess to herself, and out of nowhere, to my amazement and shock, her right hand came back, the palm was flattened, and it came down with a spank on his right cheek. A pause. Another spank. This time on the left. Slowly, firmly, she gave him 10 spanks on each cheek. 20 in all. I could still see his face and his grimace each time a spank landed. By the fifth one, the tenth all together, it was obvious it was hurting and it was easy to tell from the shape of his mouth he was moaning, gasping, ooowing with each spank. Her left hand was still on the small of his back with the enema bottle, presumably still to come.

After the twentieth spank was landed she stood there, perhaps 30 seconds to a minute and said something to him. I could tell from his face, still looking at the sliding door, he wasn't happy. I figured it was enema time! But, no, she walked off towards the door of the hotel room into a little hall, like 5/6 feet long, and turned right into what I knew was the bathroom. Soon she was back out. The enema bottle was still in her left hand, but in her right was the reason for her trip into the bathroom. A hairbrush! And this was not a plastic thing. I don't know if it was wood or not but it looked like it might have even been Koa wood. A few steps she was back in position behind him. Left hand, holding the enema bottle resting in the small of his back. The right, with the brush dangling ready for use.

As before she talked, and as before it looked like instructions, a lecture, an announcement of what was next I suppose and again, two questions and again he nodded. This time she gave him five good stingers on each cheek with the brush. From the first his head went from turned to the window to straight down into the bed spread, then to the other side, then back so I could see his face and his face showed the spanking was hurting big time. I figured that brush had to be making a real splat spank sound every time it landed and from the look on his face I don't know he was bawling out loud, but he sure wasn't silent either. Had the door been slid open I'm sure I'd have heard him.

After the tenth spank with the brush she turned, placed the brush into the drawer behind her she'd taken the enema bottle out of, turned back to him and with her right hand took the enema bottle from her left hand. Enema show time I figured, and this time I was right.

There is more of this burned into my brain, and I'll come back and report on that. Right now though I need to end here. For those reading and wanting to know what happens next, sorry. I'll be back and I'll make it shorter.

Aloha Becca …. you are No ka 'oi

Back and realize this will be on top of the first part of this account which readers will find below.

So, there she is, left hand in the small of his back, the enema bottle in her right. As before she has some words with him and again two questions judging from the nod he gave in reply and this time he made a comment to both questions. His head was still turned to the sliding glass door, which put his left cheek down on the bedspread.

Then she turned he gaze and attention to his bottom. She must have said something as his knees moved a bit further apart. Her left hand left the small of his back, pried his cheeks apart a little more, the tip of the enema bottle was put in place and then slid in. I could see something in his face, a recognition it was starting I guess.

Lots of techniques for administering a Fleet. Hers was obviously a hard fast squeeze! Her left hand was back on his back and I could tell she was applying lots of pressure to the bottle. And he knew it. His whole face registered a shock and I was sure from the shape of his mouth he gave a gasp and then an aaaaaaaah! as the enema surged in. It was in fast, the bottle came out, and when she put it down on the dresser top she picked up the second Fleet enema, removed the nozzle cap and turned back to him.

I think that's when she told him he was getting two from the look on his face, and the stern look on hers. The second was given right away and in exactly the same fashion as the first. When it came out she took it and the empty first bottle with her into the bathroom. When she came back out she had got rid of them and was carrying a towel, She pulled back the bedspread, off the pillows, took one, covered it with a towel and slid the covered pillow in under his stomach, required some pushing, and then she had him lie down, across the pillow.

She sat on the bed beside him and inspected his bottom, her spanking handiwork I guess, and gave him a bit of a back massage. Soon he was wiggling and I expect the enema was doing what Fleet enemas do, and like any good enema giver she was telling him he had to hold it and I could see as he moved his head from one side to the other he must have been telling her he had to go, and she was calmly likely telling him not quite yet. She had him hold it a number of minutes, I've no idea how long, but when he was let up he scooted to the bathroom fast.

While he was gone she opened the dresser drawer and took out another Fleet enema box! She opened it, took the top off the nozzle, and set it down on the dresser. Then she sat on the end of the bed with the TV remote. Poor guy, I thought, he's going to get another!

Not so, when he came out of the bathroom, wearing PJ pants, she stood up, started to remove her bathing suit and pointed at the enema bottle. He said something, and, naked, she kneeled up on the bed, just as he had, except this time the pillow was in place and she was resting on her elbows whereas he'd been torso down on the bed. Her knees were apart and she reached back with her right hand to pull her cheek to expose the target area. He had the enema bottle in his hand, the tip he put in place, and then I could tell it was being slid in. Her face was looking down, not at the door so I'm not sure how she reacted to this. As soon as the nozzle was slid in she let go of her cheek and went back to being on both elbows.

Unlike the first two enemas this one was administered slowly, by which I mean more normal. At least what I think of as normal. It probably took four times as long for the bottle to be injected and when it was all in she eased down off her elbows, over the towel covered pillow, and rested her torso on the bed. Like him her face was tilted to the door. Her eyes were mostly closed and I'd describe her look as one of satisfied contentment.

As she had for him, he sat beside her and gave her a back massage. My impression was that unlike him she wasn't asking to go and being told to wait, but was disciplining herself to hold and when she finally got up to go to the bathroom it would have been her decision it was time, not his. That's best I could guess.

The two then showered, got dressed, about as normal as the night before and went out.

We stayed in that condo for a month. They were across from us for two weeks. Most nights there would be Fleet enemas after their swim and before they went out for the evening. And, there were a number more spankings as well. Not every night the way it was with the enemas, but probably every second night. Two differences. For future spankings a towel was rolled up and placed across the bottom of the door, no doubt to shield the noise of the smacks. And, there were two occasions when she got a spanking!

I expect in Waikiki tonight, any night, several dozen Fleet enemas are taken or administered in hotel rooms. Near zero would be on beds where the curtains were left open. I expect, in Waikiki, there would be some adult spanking another once a week? Once a month? Not often. What are the chances of the two happening together and then in a hotel room so close to a lanai I was on? Like asteroid hitting earth odds. Still I do know that I've been aware of and have seen a fair bit of enema activity over the years and I believe part of the reason is I'm attuned to possibilities and keep my eyes and ears open. The same might happen with someone else on the lanai I was on, but they'd have the light in the condo behind them on and stick out like a sore thumb and curtains would be closed. Or, as the couple arrived back in their room from their swim they'd go in to fix a Mai Tai and turn on the TV.

When I travel in the US and I end up in a drugstore I sometimes go have a discreet look in the enema and feminine hygiene aisles - do they still stock combination syringes?

Unfortunately most chain stores do not sell combo syringes. I was in my CVS and waiting for a prescription I noticed they only sold a hot water bottle with no hose or nozzles. This tells you the use of regular enema bottles is out of favor

I have examined the aisle at scores of pharmacies all over the USA and a few other countries. I’m rewarded by my curiosity having purchased an assortment of bags and bulbs many of which were used in hotels then disposed discretely.

I wonder if others had similar experiences.

I've been thinking about my post in which I said,

Most nights there would be Fleet enemas after their swim and before they went out for the evening. And, there were a number more spankings as well. Not every night the way it was with the enemas, but probably every second night.

While I have clear memories of what was going on I'm now thinking it couldn't have been as frequent as I said. For one thing, many evenings at that time I just wasn't out there looking, as much as I might like to have been. We went out for a dinner cruise, had Happy Hour drinks at the Moana bar, and sometimes my wife didn't want the lie down nap she usually liked before dinner when we came in from a day out. And, I remember one night finding the curtains closed and thinking it was all over, but the curtains were open again. Bottom line, it was frequent, but not likely as frequent as I'd reported.