My siblings an I never needed to be bribed into taking an enema, because we were all anal erotic and liked our enemas. From an early age, we all knew the consequences of getting out of line was a long hard bare bottom spanking. Mom used her hand or hairbrush and spanked us in private. She used the bathroom or occasionally our bedroom. Dad used his hand or belt and spanked us in our bedroom and occasionally the bathroom. His spankings were private if done in the bathroom, or semiprivate if done in our bedroom. While one was across his lap getting a spanking, the other two were standing facing their corner bare bottoms out, either waiting their turn to get spanked or having already been spanked.
I can remember a few times, when we were told, “go to your bedroom and get ready for an enema.” Getting into a squabble over something and when mom got to the bedroom with the three quart pumpkin enema bag, found us squabbling. She hung the bag up, told us to get into our corners, and took us one at a time to the bathroom. Once in the bathroom, mom sat down on the closed toilet lid and chewed us out. When she had finished chewing us out, she told us, “take your pants an underwear off and get across my lap.” Once across her lap, we got a long hard spanking, then taken back to the bedroom and stood facing our corner bare bottom out. When she had us all in our respective corners after our spanking, she took the enema bag back to the bathroom and fixed another warm soapy enema for us. Once she returned with a fresh enema, we were told to lay down across the bed on our towels. From that point, things returned to normal with the exception of our sore bottoms, each getting a quart of soapy enema. Holding it for ten minutes, getting up and going to expel, returning to the bedroom for a rinse enema, holding it for five minutes, then back to the bathroom to expel it. This didn’t happen that often before an enema, maybe once or twice a year.
Once or twice things didn’t go as above, because she got so mad at us. When dad got home from work, she told him what had happened. He sent us to our bedroom and told us to get undressed and wait for him in our corners. When he got to the bedroom and sat down on one of our beds, he called us over and chewed us out. Then sent two back to their corners and warned them not too dare turnaround once back in their respective corner. The third was taken by the arm to the bathroom, put across his lap and given a long hard spanking. Then returned to his or her corner in the bedroom. The other two were taken in turn to the bathroom, put across his lap and given a long hard spanking. Then returned to their corner in the bedroom. Once we‘d all been spanked and back in our respective corner. He told mom we were ready. When mom got to the bedroom she took us one at a time to the bathroom for another two quart rinse enema while dad stayed in the bedroom with the other two. I was taken first and when she got me to the bathroom, I saw the enema bag hanging up and it was full. Mom told me to get down in the knee chest position on the bath towels she had spread out on the floor. Once in the knee chest position, she lubricated my bottom with her index finger inside an out, replacing her finger with the rectal nozzle and started the flow. As the flow started, she told me, I know grandma has given you an your brother a couple of 3H enemas and I expect you too take another two quarts like you did for her and after I spanked you this afternoon. It took awhile, but I was able to take the full bag and hold it for five minutes. My two siblings were required to try taking the full bag and hold it for five minutes as well. Both were able too, being they to had had a 3H enema or two from grandma. And secondly, this was our third enema of the day.
This happened because, while in the bathroom expelling the soapy enema we’d been given, mom switched from the three quart pumpkin bag to the two quart red closet top bag. I was finished on the toilet and she had me help fix the first rinse enema, which I was going to be given. We’ll all realized the moment mom hung the bag up, she was going to increase the amount we received for our rinse enemas. We pitch a fit about it and she was having none of it. She picked me up and put me across her lap and gave me a long spanking with her hand, then her hairbrush. This was the first time she’d ever spanked us in each others presence. Once she finished spanking me, my brother was next, then my sister. They both got spanked as long and hard as I’d been. Then she fixed another rinse enema and hung it up, because the first one had gotten cold. Picked me up again, putting me across her lap for a second time, for what I thought was going to be another spanking. However, I quickly realized she was going to give me a two quart rinse enema laying across her lap. Next I felt her finger being inserted in my anus for twenty or thirty seconds, then replaced by the recital nozzle and the flow started. It took for what felt like forever, but I was able too take the full bag as were my two siblings, once they went back across moms lap for their rinse enema. I was ten when this happened, making my brother nine and my sister eight. We didn’t know it at the time, but this was the start of mom moving our enemas from the bedroom to the bathroom. And the beginning of 1 ½ - 2 quart soapy and rinse enemas for my siblings an I. It was years later before we found out, that mom increased the amount on our Pediatricians orders. Not that it would have made a difference, had we known.