Oh how I do remember getting enemas as a child, from Mom up until about twelve. There was no options, you were told to come into the bathroom by Mom. You probably knew you hadn't taken a dump in a few days.
There was little mystery, you walked I, the door closed and hanging there was the enema bag.Two minus one (Mom) left guess who was going to get an enema.
I don' remember objecting, just walking in, laying across Mommy's lap, felling yourself being lubed and a noble inserted into your butt.
I always received the full 2 quart bulging bag, with pauses to allow cramps to subside, then click and the warm soapy water started flowing again.
Not exactly sure how old I was when those "early red bag enemas" started, probably about six, but I think I rather enjoyed them because, around twelve, Dad gave me one and nice as he was, I didn't enjoy it. I started self administering thereafter.
Still enjoy receiving a nice "warm soapy enema" with female assistance. What's not to like?
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