@Red_bag_user said,
If the goal for the enema giver (mom) is sexual pleasure for herself or a sense of control or pride for herself without regard for the feelings of the recipient (the child), couldn’t that be defined as child abuse even if unintentional?
In today’s world your statement would be accurate, however in the nineteen fifties, enemas were commonplace and used for a variety of reasons. As kids, my siblings and I got an enema after we got a spanking to help calm down. In today’s world, that would be considered abuse. However, in the fifties it was common to receive an enema after being spanked. Mom, grandma, and our aunts all gave us an enema after spanking us. Grandma was the only one, who asked if we’d like an enema after a spanking and were free to accept or refuse. The interesting thing was, my siblings and I never turned her down. Mom and our aunts on the other hand, didn’t ask, they gave us an enema afterwards wanted or not. Was it child abuse, absolutely not. The spanking was punishment for whatever trouble we’d gotten into, and the enema afterwards, was to help calm down and take our minds off our sore behinds.
As for mom or our aunts giving us enemas out of the blue. We didn’t really mind them, because like our teenager aunts, we liked getting enemas as much as they did. And as strange as it may sound, we even enjoyed the enemas we got after a spanking. Sure, the spanking hurt, but an enema right after a spanking was different somehow. At the time, we couldn’t put a finger on it, but they felt really weird, naughty, and good all at the same time. We looked forward to getting enemas, but they scared us at the same time. The scary part was the backside of a hairbrush, belt, or hand being applied to our bare behinds. Our trouble was, we couldn’t tell what mom's intentions were when she took us to the bedroom or bathroom. Enemas out of the blue were one thing, but a spanking with a hairbrush was something else again. As we got older and were able to discern mom's mood. We could tell if we were in for a spanking or a couple of enemas. Especially on rainy afternoons, when mom was more apt to give us enemas for no reason. Afterwards, we were finally able to relax and enjoy the enemas. Because we weren’t uptight about getting spanked. Being able to relax, made a big difference in the enjoyment of those rainy-day enemas.
If giving us enemas or a spanking turned mom or our aunts on, so what, the enemas felt good and were something we liked. Getting spanked with a hairbrush hurt like hell, and with a few exceptions, we deserved everyone we received. We were three active inquisitive kids and got into everything. Hence, we got our share of spankings followed by enemas. The enemas we got after getting a spanking, always did us a world of good, helping to calm us down afterwards. After I was married, and my wife and I had kids, we discovered that giving enemas or spankings laying across our lap had a surprising effect on us, something that mom or our aunts couldn't have missed when we were across their laps for the same reason.
Moms two teenage sister were more open when it came to giving us enemas out of the blue. Mom liked giving us enemas, but didn’t like getting them herself. However, her two younger sisters, liked both getting and giving enemas. Using them to relieve sexual tensions, much like my siblings and I did as teenagers. So, whenever they got horny, they used us as an excuse, to give themselves and us a couple enemas. Something we didn’t mind, because like the girls, we liked enemas as much as they did. Plus, they were the first ones to actually let us give someone else an enema.
Tho the girls spanked us occasionally; we always knew a number of hours before it happened. The worst part, was thinking about the coming spanking, knowing it was going to be both long and hard. Once across the girl's lap and the spanking started, it lasted for what seemed like forever. But in actuality, was probably no more than a minute or two. They never spanked us with a hairbrush, like mom or grandma did. Having felt the hairbrush a number of times themselves, they only used their hand to spank us. But by the time they finished, it felt like they had used a hairbrush instead of their hand. Because their hand spankings lasted a lot longer than mom or grandmas spankings with a hairbrush. After the spanking, and while still laying naked across their bare lap, they gave us a rinse enema to help calm down. Worked too.