A kid on my block when I was little, less than 8 years old I guess there lived a woman on our block who had a son I played with named john alan. I had heard from my mom talking to other moms about the enemas she gave to her son on a regular basis.
one afternoon we were out playing and his mom called him to come inside. I walked in with him and his mom told him he had to stay in now and do something.
"bath?" he asked.
"what else IS there?"
she turned to him and said something I could not hear. instantly, his pitched a royal fit, crying and stomping his feet. I stood outside the door way, wide eyed, as his mom looked me DIRECTLY in the eyes with that "enema look" on her face as she closed the door. I remember her face twitching in excitement.
next time I saw him I teased him about his mom giving him an enema.
"she didn't give me one."
"why did you have to go in then?"
he blushed, stammered but could not come up with an excuse.
he had no answer.
women in the neighborhood back in the 1950's and early 60's were quite open about discussing enemas, especially my mom. I overheard a conversation between my mom and a neighbor who told my mom that the mother of my 4th grade girlfriend gave all her kids weekly enemas.
when I saw her again I pointed to her and said, "your mom gives you enemas!"
BOY! did she get pissed and turned and walked angerly away from me. I watched her tiny little ass as she walked and thought about the nozzle going into it. she stayed pissed for a long time and I dared not mention enemas to her again.