Words and phrases heard during an enema

Hi all just reading some of the discussions here and wanted to start a thread on common words or phrases that we use and/or heard during enema sessions. The list below is my experience as a receiver and a giver - from mom to me and me to my kids

- sweetie we are going to do an enema today

- ok let's get those clothes off

- mom how much is left

- relax and bear down

- come on sweetie get that butt up

- mom I am full

- please can I go

- when was the last time you went potty

- get in this bathroom right now young lady

- do not flush

- ok over mommys lap

- please slow it down mom

- sorry sweetie we have to do another enema

Many of the words and phrases @JaneC listed, or ones very similar I heard from my mother while getting my enemas.

Just to add a few others:

-This will make you feel better

-Just hold it a little longer

-I'm sorry I have to do this but the milk of magnesia didn't work

-This will help your tummy ache

-Just take a little more

-Almost done

-Take big breaths in and out

-Push out like you're pooping

-Mommy doesn't like doing this, but it's for your own good

-This is only going to be a small one

-I'm not going to use soap, or I'm not going to use much soap

For me,mostly at age 9-10,as I cried,verbally fussed over the rather intense feeling/sensation of pressure/fullness from a 32oz.castille soapywater enema @104F.it would feel like my rectum/anus would have a explosive release.My Dad would verbally "coach" me through the last 25% of the enema. He would put his hand down just above or across my buttocks to keep my wriggle/squirm down.In a fatherly voice tone he'd say--"It's almost all in-hang in there son"

Great post Jane😃

Ok soap suds enema and check the returns.

The doctor says you need an enema.

I don't want an enema!!!

I know but the doctor say's you need one.

It's time for your enema meet me in the bathroom.

don't make me come get you I have the wooden spoon.

Take off your clothes and lie down on your tummy.

The longer you take to get ready. the longer you won't be able to play.

stop clenching or you will get something to really cry about.

It hurts that's too much take it out!!! just stop it for a minute???

Hold it for five minutes and don't flush..

I was raised by my father as a single parent.

Normally enemas were given first thing in the morning before I had a chance to get dressed.

On those occasions where they were given later in the day, The typical thing to do was have me come into the bathroom as I was and help put with the mixing and filling. Make me feel like it was "My" enema I was in possession and to an extent in control.

Dad knew I liked classic foundation garments and had amassed a good collection of both vintage and retro garments.

When I was fully dressed:

Once the enema was mixed, Dad would lead me into my bedroom and say "Do you want to keep that Dress/skirt on or would you rather wear your nightgown? or even just your robe??

I would tell him which I preferred and if I elected to keep the dress on, he would say, "OK then I am going to leave the room for 5 minutes, and when I come back in, all the underwear below your rib cage needs to be in the laundry pile!"

Then he would walk out. If I didn't do it he would be somewhat annoyed, but as long as I did it everything was cool.

After we had agreed on a position, then he would say "OK time to start!" If there was a suppository to be used before the enema he would give me the suppository wrapped in a clean dry washcloth and say, "Get it started!"

Once in position after I turned 8 I was allowed to do my own insertions. He would hand me the hose with the applicator attached, and say "Get it where it needs to go, and be SURE it is pointing towards your belly button. If you have to touch the belly button for a moment to be sure that's OK, but after you've got it positioned, keep your hands away from your tummy" Once I turned 11 and started developing, another thing changed. Once I had it in position rather than putting his hand on the valve, he would say "Now put your hand on the valve like you are gonna open it, but don't open it yet.

Then he would say "Take the deepest breath you can! Now do it again! Do you think you need a couple more?" I would almost always say "no" and he would say "This time breath in, hold it, open the valve while you re holding it, then breathe out, relax and let it run!"

When the bag was flat, he said, "Decision time! Close the valve! Do you think it would help your retention if you left it in?"

If it was a flared nozzle I almost always said yes, if it was a straight nozzle it was almost always no.

He would then say "Talk to me! You are on the roller-coaster now, what are you feeling?"

He would then start telling me how much longer I had to hold to make it to 15 minutes retention time. He'd s things like "You've made it half way!" or " You can last two more minutes, I KNOW you can!!!" When the 15 minutes were up he'd always say, "I've got the bag. Walk fast but don't run unless you really think you won't make it!" Once on the toilet, he would always say, Now relax, and let it come at it's own pace! don't hold at all. Gentle pushing is OK, but you could hurt yourself pushing too hard!!"

I knew I was done when he would say, " lie down and relax a couple of minutes, get dressed when you feel like it. Wait at least an hour to let things settle down before you eat anything

-Mommy doesn't like doing this, but it's for your own good, Oh boy does that bring back mixed emotions and memories

The one phrase that always started it was,

-When did you last move your bowels?

followed by:

-I'm sorry I have to do this, but since the laxative didn't work I'm going to have to use the syringe on you.

-Just try to relax, the more you fight it the worse it will be.

-I'm sorry I have to do this to you but I have to make your bowels move.

-I know you don't like this but it's for your own good.

-Now stop fussing, it's just an enema. It's not that bad.

-Try to take some more for Mommy, because if this doesn't work we'll have to start all over again and I know you don't want that.

-I know this hurts but just think of how much better you'll feel when it's all over.

-I know you're getting full, but just let Mommy use the syringe on you a couple more times and we'll be done.

-There, we're all finished. Now that wasn't so bad was it?

-You need to hold it in for a few minutes to let the Ivory soap do it's work on you.

-I know you feel like you have to go, but you need to hold it a little longer to make sure it cleans out your bowels or Mommy will just have to give you another enema.

-Okay honey, you can let it out now. I think you've held it long enough.

-That's a good boy, get all that plugged up poop out of your system.

-Lie back down on the towels, I have to give you another enema to rinse the soapsuds out of your bowels.

-Now, don't you feel better now that we're all done.

-You need to keep yourself regular or Mommy will have to use the syringe on you again.

Some familiar phrases here! Here are some of mine:

- Did you move your bowels today?

- You can try to go, but I'll get the bulb ready just in case

- Don't go anywhere after school - I want to give you an enema

- Well, if you would go when you're supposed to, we wouldn't need to do this

- Don't put your PJ bottoms on - and get into the bathroom!

- OK, pull your pants down

- I think you can take a couple more

- Don't flush!

This is what I remember like it was yesterday -

You look constipated. When is the last time you had a good BM?

Why do you let yourself get constipated?

I'm going to have to give you a soapsuds enema.

I need to look at the results.

I'm going to have to leave the bar of soap in the bag and shake it up.

This is going to make your stomach hurt.

My Mom was a PRO at giving a good, hot soapy enema. When I was a teenager, those enemas made me very aroused!

"I want you to be a good girl for me."

Sunday evening, as she picked up the news paper and folded it, she would say, "Tomorrow morning after daddy goes to town, we are going to enema." Then, "OK, here it is, who's first?" "Mmm, doesn't that feel good?" "Let me feel your tummy. Good, good, oh yes, MmmHhmm." "Now look at that, awww. You are so sweet." Such encouraging words made it pleasant and peaceful. Often on Saturdays, we were to stay outside till called in. On returning into the tiny shack, the air told us, they had been helping each other.

A lot of the same ones others said, but here's a few that I didn't see.

If that suppository doesn't work good enough, well have to give you an enema later

(and the suppository never seemed to work good enough lol )

Mom I can't take anymore !! Or. Mom I can't hold it any longer !! Was always answered w. Well then you'll need another one,. Is that what you want ?

( Mom's rule was you didn't finish the enema, or hold it long enough, you were getting another one ) For the 2nd ones, she always seemed mad she had to take the extra time and rushed them, making them tougher to take and hold.

Oh, and God forbid you leaked. For that a very severe spanking before you got the rushed 2nd one

Oh, any farts were met w. It sounds like someone needs an enema. We'll do that when you're getting your bath

You're getting an enema after your shower tonight

after you get clean on the OUTside you will be cleaned on the INside too.

(what do you mean?) you're getting an enema tonight!

(in an overly dramatic voice) TIME FOR AN ENEMA! -go to your room, take off your clothes, get your pillow and your duckie and come to the bathroom

ok, i'll stop it for a minute and give you a rest then open it fully, count slowly to 10 and you can go

as the nozzle is inserted, "push out, honey"

can you feel it?

you did really good for me!

I like to say:

Remove your slacks and get over my knee please.

Just relax while I put in the nozzle

Take a little more like a good girl

Raise your bottom for me

Don't push, let it come out slowly

I think we might need to do another one

Get me a beer while I fill your enema

We’ll make this one nice and soapy.

I’m going to use the colon tube so it goes nice and high.

Almost everything in this thread is a turn on and are words I'd love to hear.

If you don't poop soon, mommy's going to have to use the syringe on you.

So many memories of mom'e enemas:

you're getting a good enema as soon as we get home

you'll feel so much better after a good enema

you're taking a real good enema

squeeze real tight....just a little more

hold it tight

push it all out

you really needed this enema

everybody needs an enema once in awhile

doesn't it feel good to be cleaned out?

you have to have some more

...and many more, mostly using the word "enema"

Also several from the wife and a past gf that would push my buttons....

If I had complained of a tummy ache, or, if mom noticed I did not want to go out and play as usual one of the first questions was, "When was the last time you went poop?" if it was not recently then the next thing was, "I will give you a little water to help things along." I don't remember her ever using the word enema when I was a child, only "a little water."

Sometimes I would be given a choice to get the enema now, or later before bed. But once mom decided an enema was the solution there was little opportunity to talk her out of it. But no matter because I was beginning to like those bulb enemas. So I would protest just enough so mom would not know I actually liked the warm water squirting into my little ass. Once I had received a couple of bulbs mom would say, "Hold it for a few minutes if you can because it will work better." If I told her I was full before she had squeezed in the number of bulbs she thought I should have she would say, "I will stop if you want me to, but if it does not work I will have to do it again."

Little was said at enema time during my growing-up years after I learned that arguments or fussing were not expected to change Mom's mind. I would have appreciated more explanation , but Mom apparently just wanted to get it over with.. And I must say now that I always needed "it.".

How can anyone be so sweet and smell so bad!

When any one of the three of us needed an enema all three would have our turns over our mother's lap. Very little was spoken At enema time. We knew the routine because they began when we were very little. A sib, having just gotten an enema or two, would come out of the bathroom and say, " Mom wants you now."

Enema time was usually Saturday nights. Mom, whille filling a basin with warm warm water & swishing ivory soap, would say, "take off your pj bottoms." A moment later I was lying face down over her lap having my buttocks spread, anticipating the insertion of the well lubbed red bulb syringe. I don't remember any conversation, just the two or three insertions, a few minutes holding, and release on the toilet.

I didn't like or dislike the enemas. They were warm and gentle and just a fact of life!!

Since I almost always self administer, I actually don't say much. Sometimes I will whisper or just above a whisper self- talk.

If I do say anything it's just thinking aloud.

It's what I need to carry out the enema.

"OK, gotta get these clothes off"

"Should I leave the bra on or not?"

"Did I wash My bath robe?"

"I did"

I put the bath robe on

"Is the hot and the cold water mixed well, does the bag feel even temperature?"

"I'm on the clock. How long since the oral bisacodyl?"

"Gotta get that bisacodyl Suppository in!, YUUUCK!"

"Is it up high enough"

"Time to go pee!"

"OK the bag is hung, Am I sure I have the right of nozzle?"

"Is the nozzle all the way on? CHECK!"

"How many minutes since the suppository?"

"Damn, time to get into position!"

"Are both knees on the pillow Are they the right distance apart?"

"Is the other pillow under my breasts?"

"Is my weight on the chest and shoulders, not on the head or neck?"

"Is my bite rag where I can get to it fast? It is now!!!"

"Where's the goddamn hose ? There it is! Got it!"

"Is my butthole relaxed?" Do I feel the nozzle in the right place?" Is it pointed towards the belly button?"

"This part ALWAYS feels weird"

OK, double check and make sure it's all the way in!!!

"Have I got the valve?"

"What time is it?"

"So, 3 minutes flowing, then 15 retained, I'll be running at?"

"Try hard to breathe as deep as I can! Again! Do I need another one? NO!, OK Then Breathe in, can I get a little more air in my lungs? NO!"

"Open the valve, breathe out and then let the enema tell me how to breathe!! (Click)"

"OK, give it a few seconds!"

"Damn here it comes! Don't fight it now, just relax and let it run! Let it run! OK, this time it's not hurting, so a good start!"

"How many minutes? Oh shit, not even two!!!" OK< it went to 2 minutes as I was looking at it. Damn, I need that bite rag!" (Eyes usually closed at this point, Might sort of squeeze the bite rag, but not in the mouth yet)

(Eyes now open!)"Three minutes!" (look up at the bag) "Just a little more!" (Look away) "Is it flat now?"

"Great! I'm there! Ya did it grrrrrl!"

" Here comes a wave!" This one I can just clench up, not that bad!" Not bad right now, a little bloated!"

" UUUUHH, UUUUUHH, UUUUHHHHh"

After a couple more of those, I'm telling myself to deep breathe, and maybe twisting the bite rag. Then, clenching up. even with the nozzle still in, doesn't cut it and I have to start the deep breathing

"UUUUHHH, Why do I do this??"

"How long? 7 minutes! Half way there!"

Every enema is different but usually by this time I AM biting down on the bite rag.

"UUUUUHH, UUUUHH, UUUUHH!"

"Am I gonna make it? 'Damnit GRRRL you WILL make it!!! you fasted since noon yesterday for this, don't fuck it up NOW!! You've come too far to have to do it over' Yeah! I'll make 15, but no more!!"

"How much time left? 5 minutes! I'm in the home stretch!!!! I'm gonna make it, but it won't be fun!"

"4 minutes, With any luck at all the 3rd round hopefully will give me a clear return! Hopefully round 2 will be easier!! Damn! But really! This one has not been bad!"

"Two minutes!! Deep breathing has stopped working! I'm getting a little leakage around the nozzle! Just bite down and hang on!!! It'll be OK!!!

"15 minutes is HERE NOW!!! Get up, grab the bag and get to the toilet NOW!!!"

At that point I hang above the toilet for a second or two and remove the nozzle then it's sit and let it come at it's own pace over 20 minutes or so.

After 15 minutes or so, I'm thinking about how long until the oral bisacodyl kicks in>

Lisa, your post is fantastic. I join you in "talking myself" through my enemas, since I am alone. Fantasizing my lover giving me my enema while I suck on her nipples, for instance. Keep it up!!

Oh wow, this thread is good.

I’ve never recieved enemas as a child, but as an adult i fantasize about Daddy being always very concerned with my toileting habits and monitoring, usually talking down to me in a loving way.

Things like me being fussy all day and he would start asking me, all concerned:

‘What’s wrong baby? Do you have a tummy ache? Let daddy see.

‘When is the last time you went potty little girl?’ this one makes me blush so hard.

‘Daddy will make it aaall better, hang on sweetheart’ - obviously talking about enemas.

I love the gentle humiliation but also the fact that I can’t talk myself out of it no matter what and it has to be done.

The word enema very often

I know over the years when I have given enemas to girls they especially need to be talked to. I ask them questions and see how they are doing. Give them encouragement to take everything I was going to give them. The talking back and forth helps and works well.

Just take a deep breath and relax.

Before I calmed down and dropped most of my enemaphobic/ contrary reactions getting a constipation relief enema I'd clench my buttocks as tight as I could for as long as I could to delay the (inevitable) insertion of the well lubricated 4-½" black enema nozzle into my 9 year old butt. I'd hear the firm no-nonsense : “ StopThat! ” and I'd just give up and stop the clenching tactic..I'd feel that slight separation of my buttocks with the paternal thumb and forefinger. Totally painless but fully inserted it felt very tight in my butt. Then the crisp sound of the metal clamp unclicking and that “dreadful” blast of 103F. soapy water going in me. The nozzle streamed and fine-- sprayed at the nozzle tip end and it felt like it was spinning and twirling in my rectum. A lot of very intense sensations..Depending on how bad I was backed up it took 5--7 minutes for the enema bag to go empty. As soon as my butt hit the toilet seat everything blasted out of me. The term “Good Enema”…was a under statement…everytime..

I still remember it like it was yesterday, “I'm going to make your stomach hurt so we'll get good results.” And she made good on her word!

So soapy, so crampy. And 99 percent of the time, lots of results. But I have to say, working that douche nozzle around got me stirred up every time after I had matured. I think my Mom must have also done that to herself to enhance the pleasure.