Those magic words

My exwife, after some verbal foreplay, would cum when I told her that I am just going to have to give you an enema.

Love this post of debgurl where you wrote ...

We were playing out in the backyard when his mother called him inside. Only a few moments later I heard this horrible screaming coming from the bathroom window (these were the days before air conditioning). I went inside and asked my grandmother what was going on. She quickly turned to me and said, "He's getting an enema! Why? Do you want one?"

I would have been horrified too if I had heard that! I was often called in like that for a suppository when I was playing out in the backyard when I was little. Shortly after that there was always a horrible screaming that would probably have been heard by someone outside. Love thinking about it now though for some reason.

I can still hear my mom saying - Isaac come in the bathroom please I need to give you an enema, or we are going to do an enema in a few minutes, or come upstairs an enema will help you feel better

My Mom would notice that I had not had a BM for a couple of days and she would announce to me "I need to give you an enema now so go into the bathroom. I would have my clothes taken off and stand there naked and watch while she prepared the bowl of hot water and swirled the Ivory soap, fill the bag, hang it on wall hook, pull me over her lap, pull down my panties, and give me the enema.

My favorite phrase is "We can't stop until the bag is empty and the girl is full!" LOL.

Time for your enema or you can hold it. Still gets to me

I like to ask what day is it?

Answer: ENEMA FRIDAY

Followed by "if you don't cooperate I will paddle your bare ass!"

I think getting asked if you went today by mom then seeing a worried look followed by "I might have to give you an enema" was always the pronouncement of doom. I don't think you ever heard it then didn't get one.

Not bad. What starts my engine is, “are you ready for your enema?”

My mom never gave any advance warning although if I happened to see her take the enema bag from the closet I figured somebody was getting one, but not totally sure of who. If I was the one, then after everything was ready I would get called "Chris, come on to the bathroom. I think you could use a nice little warm enema"--these were not necessarily little and I didn't at the time think that they were at all nice. At that point I would be moving in the direction of the bathroom as if in a slow motion movie, which really got mom angry with me. She would tell me to "Get a move on. If this enema cools off I'll have to open it up and add more warm water so you will get a much bigger enema if that's what you want." I didn't and that's all I would have to hear.

I am sure every person has some memories of certain words that when heard may have arroused the butterflies in their tummies.

But now I will say "young lady it is time for your enema" or "looks like we need to take your temperature". That brings on many different reactions.

As a kid I can so vividly recall my mom's soft spoken words of ...... ' after your dad leaves for work I'm going to give you an enema ' ...... ' and yes , it all ' happened ' just as she said . As I matured and she became aware that the enema was such a ' bonding ' event for us both she would in that same soft voice approach me with the question of .... ' would you ' like ' for me to give you an enema ????????? ' which was always posed especially when I came home from college as a young man with the above question being answered in the affirmative . ........ always ...

I’ve noticed from reading topics like this that the preponderance of people who derive pleasure from administering enemas are women, as Linster45 pointed out in the excerpt below.

Both our mother’s (sic) really enjoyed giving us enemas.

My own mother was a klismo who kept an enema bag, complete with hose and enema tip, hanging in the bathroom. Regretably, she seldom used it on me, generally preferring to lay me over her lap and insert a suppository in my rectum that she had whittled off a bar of Ivory soap. I did not particularly like the process, but as I neared adolescence and got too big to fit on her lap she did resort on occasion to taking my clothes off, having me lie prone on the bed, and then using the red, open top bag on me. In due time I learned to enjoy this very much, and still do.

As I mentioned elsewhere I usually masturbate as I peruse computer images of women giving or receiving enemas and today will be no exception. I will post some pictures of attractive women with sly smiles on their faces, many holding bulging bags of soapy water, and imagine them saying to me things like “I know what you want. You want me to give you an enema, don’t you? You like it when I use the grown-up bag on you.

Well, gotta go, but I am getting a woody just imagining what’s in store for me later today! ?

I never heard that magic phrase growing up, and I guess ignorance was bliss. I had no clear concept of what an enema entailed until I was in my early teens or thereabouts -- and then, it was just something to snicker about, like fart jokes, the very few times it came up. My introduction to the unique pleasure of a enema play came much later, when my wife (now ex-wife) took the advice of an older woman friend -- her guru of sorts on the subject of upping the voltage in married sex life. She suggested the enema (among other things) as a way to kink up the dulling effect time and repetition have on encounters in the bedroom. And great advice it was -- I'll be forever grateful to the elder girlfriend for teaching my "ex" her delicious trick!

For me, it would be my Domme ex partner coming in to tell me that I needed some discipline. Her solution would be to cover me in head to toe in latex or neoprene and heavy sneakers for traction and insert a thick rubber DBC into me so she could discipline me overnight with a large, prolonged enema. And the volume and length of my enema would go on and on until she'd reached a predetermined number of orgasms.That would get my attention very fast. Fortunately, she had done this before so I knew she meant business.

Eric

Growing up in my home, my mother would occasionally ask us how we were feeling, she would take our temperature orally as we got older and more self conscious asking about our bowel movements, she was crafty she would disappear for a while and call me routinely to the bathroom where she would have a large pan overflowing with soap suds with the syringe in it only the red bulb visible she would have a towel draped over her lap, once inside the bathroom which was small she would grab my hand and say you need a phisic I would protest but to no avail my underwear would drop and I was lying over her lap waiting for what I knew was coming, I will always remember that gurgling sound as the phisic was loading then those few seconds in between while in transport with my legs kicking one hand keeping me faced down screaming I would get filled up with my enema I usually got 8-10 bulbs

Get in my room young man u getting an enema asap ,mom would say

Yessssss That's the phrase that "sets me off". Those words when spoken by an authoritive lady totally drives me crazy. The sight of her taking out HER enema bag, assembling it in front of you then as you lay there usually with either the pants off bare or the Pjs pulled down exposing your buttocks as you hear the water running and HER moving around. The sound of a rubber bag being filled with water, the scent of the soap of choice then the water shutoff. In the silence of the room, the "click" of the metal pinch clamp then the sound of air and water running then the "click" again. In about a minute to a minute and a half, SHE will leave the bathroom and enter the room holding a FULL BILDGING enema bag and the hose and nozzle. You KNOW that SHE will be parting your buttocks, applying some lube and finally sliding the nozzle into your puckered little hole. Then you hear the "CLICK" and feel the warm soapy water invade and start to fill your thirsty bottom. Soon after you start to feel the pressure as the water runs in. The occasional cramp feeling the enema start to work. You lay there knowing that SHE is controlling you and maybe holding the nozzle in you like she is holding a cigarette, feeling HER fingers resting on your buttocks. The only other feeling that would be really nice is the feeling of those buttocks being WELL SPANKED before the enema. Then SHE makes you hold all that soapy water as it churns deep in you until SHE removes the nozzle and lets you relieve yourself.