What was your first enema experience like?

I remember getting regular bulb enemas from my parents from age 3, until at least age 7. It was a small blue bulb with a rubber tip. I recall the anticipation before the insertion, and the feeling of the tip going into my bum. The feeling of the water filling me up was fascinating for me, but not enjoyable. Soon after my parents stopped giving me enemas, I would give them to myself sneakily. Now I’m totally hooked!

I’ve told about my first fleets but I haven’t shared my experience with my first and only bag enemas. I had been severely constipated. My mom tried everything from miralax to suppositories. So finally she took me to the ER I don’t remember much but I remember they did an abdominal exam and apparently ordered an enema. I had calmed down when I heard the wheels approaching the nurse proclaimed it’s time for her enema. With this, I screamed, the nurses quickly pinned me down I kicked and screamed to no avail. As they inserted the nozzle I screamed I couldn’t believe how different it was from fleets. I felt so full after that my mom would say things like “if you don’t take this suppository you’ll need another big enema at the hospital “

I think that I was about 4 or 5 as to my first ' remembered ' enema . My mother indicated later that she gave me enemas from my infancy forward due to my inherent colic and constipation . Mom called me into the bathroom and had a large towel on the floor . She instructed me to disrobe and lay down on the towel . She used an enema bag syringe and as I recall , wow ...... this has been along time ago , the bag was about 1/2 full . She gently , as always , inserted the rectal pipe and my little boy enema as ' on ' . The mom - son enema was a positive experience for both of us as I did not resist and portended many more pleasant and pleasurable home enemas to follow in the following years .

Age 5 for me Mom gave me bukb enemas till about 11 or 12 when she swicthed me to a bag. the enemas were always kind and loving, a bonding ezp. if you willl

My mother had an enema fetish. Being in social work and having nursing training she would talk to other mothers in the neighborhood about enemas, in a professional way. Additionally she had a beautiful figure with a nicely rounded rear end . One day age 5 or 6 I saw her and her girl friend give her baby an enema. Later I saw her on the toilet and she explained that an an enema was to help you go to the bathroom and that she was given an enema when she was in the hospital. Seeing her naked and her beautiful butt got my attention. Two years later I got sick and was in the hospital. After the second day my mother told me they were going to give me an enema. The nurse who administered it and the way my mother explained it was good and at that point start to developed an enema fetish. After coming home from the hospital my mother said she had to give another enema . She then noticed that I liked getting an enema and embellished the idea. I overheard telling her friend over coffee how she had given me an enema and that I felt a-lot better. She then explained to her friend how she felt that her daughter who had stomach issues probably just needed a good enema.

This was how I developed an enema fetish

@Zoe This is intriguing. Can you tell us more why this enema was presented to you as necessary during a routine physical?

In my opinion the gynecologist was rude and unprofessional, I mean, if you put a finger down there, you can expect that the rectum might not be empty. When I had my first (unexpected) prostate exam, I was very worried, but the doctor immediately reassured me that it didn't matter if i was not empty. She told me that they are always prepared for this eventuality.

What year did this happing, and how old was you and what did your friend say?

My first enema came at 4 years old. As I recounted in another thread on Zity, I was sick with measles and spiking a fever of 105F. Nothing my parents tried to reduce my fever worked. Finally, in desperation the doctor advised them to rub me down in iced alcohol and then administer ice water enemas.

In my delierium from the fever, I barely recall the experience. But what I do remember is the little red enema bulb with the black nozzle and my mother pouring water from the water pitcher that was kept in the refrigerator into a bowl to be sucked into the enema syringe. Once the bulb was filled it was immediately injected into my rectum. This recurred multiple times as my bowels were filled with iced water. I was made to hold the enema for several minutes as the cramps made me cry...then the blessed release. Only to be followed by another round of iced cold water.

Given that was my first experience, it is a wonder that I would even look at an enema bag, much less become a self-confessed klismo!

Have fun and play safe!

Deb

The first time was at the age of four. I don't remember if there was a serious reason for the procedure (probably not), but during the day my mother told me that I would have an enema. I didn't know what it was, but looking at the enema bottle (with a volume of about 100 milliliters), I felt that it would not be good. I protested all day and did not give in to my mother until my father came home from work in the evening. Then democracy ended and the nozzle was soon deep in my innocent bottom. Contrary to all horror expectations, I liked the sensations of the procedure from the first second. Both the gentle sliding of the nozzle into my buttocks and the feeling of inner warmth as the enema slowly filled my rectum. At the same time, I started waiting for the next such procedure, and the wait was not so long.

I don't really remember my first as I was getting them before I have good memories of things. I'm sure I had them before we moved to the house we lived in from when I was 3 to almost 8.

What I remember disliking about an enema as a child was being over my mom's knee with my head hanging down toward the bathroom floor as she sat on the toilet. The OTK position is good for a spanking because the adult is trying to make the child uncomfortable as punishment and if the child's head is hanging down and causing discomfort, oh, well, that is part of the punishment and the child is probably not as worried about their head hurting as their butt hurting.

That being said, these were not punishment enemas, but cures for constipation. I don't recall disliking the water going in my butt, just my head hanging there felt odd and uncomfortable. It is too bad that my mom did not try some other position, possibly lying over her lap, while she sat on the bed with my head on the bed, or maybe the diaper change position, as I might not have found the enema experience as unpleasant.

As it was, she knew that I didn't enjoy enemas and took to offering me something called Zymenol (I think), a white creamy stool softener that tasted funny, but I preferred to having my head hanging down for an enema.

It was not until I got old enough to be left alone while my parents went out for the evening that I started giving myself enemas with Mom's little bulb enema. By this time, of course, I knew about masturbation and would have a hard on before I even got undressed to give myself the enema.

People on this site remember talking to other kids about enemas, but other than playing doctor with a neighbor girl when I was 3 or 4, I never did. I think I asked my mom if she would give the girl an enema and was told to stop playing doctor with the kid and I must have done so because I only remember playing doctor with the girl one or two times. I don't remember mentioning enemas to any other kids when I was older.

My first? It had to have been from a small bulb, but I don't recall about what age. My guess is maybe 2 or 3 years old. That bulb was used for a few years but before long I started getting them from a combination bag. Years ago a bag would come with three pipes: adult rectal, infant rectal, and vaginal. Thereafter it was enemas from that bag well into my high school years. Then no enemas for several years until I got married and that next one was from my wife.

I don't remember my first enema experience, but I do remember my first suppository experience. I was abour 4 years old. I was laying naked on my belly in the living room. My grandma inserted a suppository in me and kept her finger in me for what seemed like an eternity, but was probably really 10 minutes. After she removed her finger, put a diaper on me. I lay there on the couch pooping my brains out in my diaper.

The first enema experience that I remember, I was probably 5 years old. Dad and mom had me laying naked on a towel in the hallway. I first got my temperature taken rectally. Then the syringeing began. The amount of bulbfuls I received was based on how much poop was on the thermometer. There was apparently a lot. So i got 1 bulb of soapsuds, hold it for 5 minutes then release. Next, 2 bulbs of soap, hold it for 5 minutes and release. Then finally 2 bulbs of water held for 10 minutes and release. Repeat final enema.

It was a eye opening. How could something feel that good going up your ass and feel that good coming out. I was completely hooked. There’s no going back from here

Earlier in this thread I have posted my first ever enema experience. That was enema at home.

Below I share my first experience of enema at a hospital. The incident is such that I felt like sharing.

Last week I had a severe stomachache. I get that earlier as well and I know it's because I get constipation. But this one was very bad. So when my sister spoke to the doctor she asked her to come over so that she can take a look. And then get enema in hospital. Generally she asks to have enema at home because it gives me relief.

We went to the hospital. She did an abdominal exam and got an abdominal sonography done. After seeing the report she said things look normal and I should have enema

I was taken to a room for the where nurse asked me to change into gown in the dressing area. There were 2 closed cubicles. It had a bed , a chair for attendent (my sister was with me) and few steps away was a closed toilet. From my cubicle I could hear clearly that there was another lady there. Luckily, men and women had separate sections.

it hurt a little when the nurse inserted the nozzle. Never happens when my sister does at home. As soon as the nurse released water inside my pain started increasing. But to my horror I started feeling excited and soon orgasmed. Something I have never had when I get enema at home. There was my sister, a nurse and definitely there were people in the other cubicle too. I had a heavy orgasm. It really happened at the worst time because I rarely orgasm. When I realised what had happened I saw the nurse and my sister looking at me. My sister comforted me and just then I broke into tears out of embarrassment. Nurse didn't react. But soon the pain became unbearable. Thankfully nurse just felt my tummy once and let me go.

After I was done I felt so relaxed. But I remembered what had just happened and cried again when I came out of the washroom. Nurse wasn't there. It was just my sister. When we came out of the cubicle a lady in her early 40s maybe (I mean, much elder to me) was standing. She was also dressed in similar gown as me. So I could guess she was the patient in the other cubicle. I felt so embarrassed thinking that she might have heard me as I orgasmed. But she was so cheerful. She asked me if I was feeling okay now and was like "don't worry orgasms happen at times in enema. Don't feel embarrassed. I was there in the next cubicle. Don't worry i am not going to judge you. You relax and focus on your health." She was like, I thought I will tell you. Hope my words relax you a bit. She just ruffled my hair after that, smiled and left. I just could not say anything. I got so emotional with her words. I have to go to a doctor quite often but never before I have had another patient waiting to talk to me and comfort me.

Just felt like sharing this incident.

The first enema I can remember was in 1948. I was nine, and was in hospital. Polio had paralysed my soft palate. Every day my Mum would come to visit and would read to me from one of Arthur Ransome's ‘Swallows and Amazons’ books. Those were precious times, so I was very angry when two nurses arrived with a trolley and shooed my mother out. I guess I had failed to move my bowels for some days and an enema was routine in those days. Pretty soon I was face down on my bed with a rectal tube stuck far up my bum and a rubber catheter topped with a funnel was receiving PLENTY of water with a sort of herbal smell. It came barrelling into me fast. I don't remember sensations much as I was too angry; but I do remember having to use the bedpan right there in bed, and the large, hard chunks that emerged and caused splashing everywhere. I guess this must have been repeated many times because I was there for over three weeks. A couple of years later I read a book on Ayurvedic medicine that described ‘basti,’ the herbal enema. This sparked memories and I decided to try it for myself with improvised gear (a pint milk bottle and a length of coaxial cable insulation) and cool water. I was astounded to find how good that felt, and quickly increased the quantity to half an Imperial gallon, which produced nice erections, too!

Thankfully the polio never spread to my gullet or chest, but I learnt later that the iron lung was parked outside my ward (isolation, naturally) on the veranda that was reached through double glass doors. I still have trouble today if I drink too fast: liquid just comes out of my nose and I'm unable to stop it.

Earlier in this thread I have posted my first ever enema experience. That was enema at home.

Below I share my first experience of enema at a hospital. The incident is such that I felt like sharing.

Last week I had a severe stomachache. I get that earlier as well and I know it's because I get constipation. But this one was very bad. So when my sister spoke to the doctor she asked her to come over so that she can take a look. And then get enema in hospital. Generally she asks to have enema at home because it gives me relief.

just felt like sharing this incident.

Thanks for sharing, @doctina. If I may make a suggestion:

Prevent constipation. I get “slow,” meaning I don't empty out as I should, even though I'm very careful with my diet. I've discovered the way to keep from getting constipated is to do enemas 1-4X per week. If your sister would help with this, it would do you an immense amount of good. MANY of the women to whom I have given enemas confess that they “feel better” after a thorough enema. You apparently call the doctor (or your sister does) for advice when you are constipated. Why not just make a schedule, and get an enema (or however many you must to to get cleaned out) without that phone call? All I'm saying is that you can solve your own problem pretty easily, unless your sister doesn't want to do that. Sometimes nothing helps more than a good enema…

@Doctorh3e Thanks a lot for your response. If I have understood you correctly, you are saying that I can have enema even without consulting since I have my sister's help, correct?

Since few months that's what we do. Whenever I feel constipated my sister gives me an enema even without calling the doctor. But that day I was in extremely severe pain, so doctor wanted to have a look at my tummy before the enema. That's why an abdominal exam and an abdominal ultrasound before the enema was required

I never had an official “parental enema”. I am guessing I was 10 or 11 and my parents were out for the evening leaving my older brother in charge. He told me it was bathtime and instructed me to first go sit on the toilet and get as much out as I could. I had no idea why, but being a compliant kid, I followed his instructions. He came in and started water running in the tub and told me that he would take a bath with me. After some normal splashing around play he told me he wanted to try something different and filled the ever-present douche bag that always hung behind the shower curtain with water.

I had no idea what was coming when he instructed me to lean over the edge of the tub and inserted the douche nozzle up my backside. What the hell are you doing I asked! He replied “you'll see” just as he released the metal clamp. I couldn't believe what I was feeling as the very warm water flooded my bowels for the first time. I don't remember liking or disliking it but I do remember at him laughing at the “stiffie” I had developed.

That's where I remember it starting to hurt like hell as a cramp developed and probably too much water for a kid my size inflated me (I think he must have emptied the bag). I scrambled across the wet tile floor to the toilet and was simply amazed at the gush of water and stuff that immediately flowed out of me.

I don't remember immediately loving or hating the experience but I must have enjoyed it to some degree as I immediately started experimenting on my own with that bag and getting completely hooked on the sensations it created. Many decades later, I am still a dedicated member of the bag and hose club!

Just like most people here, my first enema was given to me as a young kid. It wasn't really interesting. Let's talk about a more interesting first. The first time I willingly gave myself an enema.

I had just turned 18, I had a car, and I was living in a little town in the middle of nowhere. Being a lonely and horny teenager with nothing to do, I started to explore my inner sexuality. I wanted to try some anal play. I read up on the dos and don'ts for anal play. The first thing I had to do was clean myself out down there. I had to take an enema.

My family didn't have any enema stuff. I had to find a store that sells enemas and related merchandise. I drove a few towns over and went to a CVS. I dare not drive to my local pharmacy. I lived in a small town and everyone knew me. For the sake of my privacy, I went out of my way. As I entered CVS, I found myself the classic bulb enema with a long white nozzle.

I know I had to have it. The man at counter gave me a sly grin as I walked up the counter with it. I sheepishly paid for it and left.

When I got home, I laid a out a towel on the bathroom floor. I stripped down to my birthday suit. In excitement, I was already fully erect. I laid down on my left side and placed my right leg on the toilet. I lubed up the nozzle with Vaseline and inserted it.

It was so strange having it inserted inside of me. I gently pushed the the bulb enema until it was fully inserted. With a great squeeze of the bulb, the warm water filled me up. The feeling of the warm water, was heavenly! I couldn't help but masturbate while the nozzle was inside of me.

While I was masturbating, I was sliding the nozzle in and out like a sex toy. I rolled over to my back. I was so lost in the motion that I unexpectedly started to cum. My anus started to tighten around the nozzle and it made the orgasm feel even better. I came all over myself, from my stomach to my neck!

As I'm laying there, coming down from my orgasm. I feel the urge to go! Covered in cum, I hopped in the toilet to expel the enema. The expulsion was satisfying but I was already in “cool down” mode. So it didn't feel that pleasurable. I slouch back in the toilet and realize that I really like enema and anal play. It was the start of my “kink"!

I've posted this elsewhere on Zity, but just in case anyone is interested in reading this, I'll post it again.

My first enema was administered to me when I was 4 or 5 years old. My mom's mother was the enema provider in the family. She was pretty handy with enemas which gave really good results. My sister and I would stay with my grandparents two weeks during the summer. Mom and dad would drop us off with them and spend two weeks on their own. During those two weeks, my grandmother quietly kept track of our bowel movements and after a couple of days of no movement, would ask me if I had ‘gone to potty’ recently. I said ‘no’, and she took me to the bathroom, stripped me down to total nudity, and had me lay face down on the bathroom floor. She pulled the bag from the bathroom cabinet, and proceeded to partially fill it. It might have been one or two pints. I can't remember which nozzle she used, probably the smaller one.

I remember not being scared or upset, as I trusted her in taking care of me. She usually addressed my other health care needs, such as earaches and colds, so why not trust her with my bowel care?

I don't remember her inserting the nozzle, so I can't recall how it felt. I only remember hearing the click of the metal clamp opening up and feeling the immediate flood of warm water into my colon. I think she held the nozzle in place while I was being filled. I do remember watching the bag deflate and was fascinated in how an enema worked. Again, I don't remember being scared at this point, only a little uncomfortable due to the pressure in my belly. Granted, had I been placed on my back to receive the enema, I might have been more comfortable and enjoyed it more. Soon, all the water in the bag was in my belly and my grandmother had me lay on the floor for a few minutes after the fill. When a sufficient amount of time passed, she had me on the toilet for release.

Not having to be told twice, I let go with the now usual gushes of water and waste. It was an incredible feeling. The empty colon felt so much better than being blocked up. After release, I told my grandmother how much better I felt. This is what sold me on enemas. I was more than willing to endure a little discomfort if I knew I would feel so much better afterward.

After that first time, it was virtually guaranteed I would get at least one enema during our two week summer visits with the grandparents. Sometimes two were in store, depending on my appetite for grandmother's food, which I always had seconds. These yearly enemas continued until I was around 9 or 10. I do not know why she stopped them. I should have asked for one, just to see what she would have said.

Anyway, that's how I came to love a good enema and enema series.

I think that my first enema was around age 4. This is my first memory of getting an enema with the red enema bag. I have no idea if Mom gave me a baby suppository or a bulb enema before this bag enema. I can remember this enema as though it were recent. I was naked on the kitchen table. The enema bag was ready. My mother said to me that we were waiting for my aunt to arrive. Mom said to me that they were going to give me an enema, because I was having trouble pooping. She said to me, “say the word, ENEMA. I think I must have pronounced it wrong, because she said it again and I then repeated it correctly. She showed me the bag, the hose and the nozzle. It was a closed top red enema bag, red hose, and black nozzle. I know now that it was the child size nozzle. She told me where the nozzle would go and that warm soapy water would go into me and that the water would make me ”poop." I asked her if it would hurt. She said no and that I should not be afraid. Auntie arrived and gave me a hug. Mom helped me to go on my left side on a big towel on the table. My aunt was holding the enema bag. She handed the nozzle to my mom. My mom said to me, “ it is time for your enema..” She gently inserted the nozzle and then I felt the water flowing into my anus. She had her left hand on my upper buttock and she held the nozzle with her right hand. Auntie held the enema bag. At a certain point I said, “Mommy, poopy!! She said to me, ” just a little more,." Just a little longer, I felt the hose being withdrawn. She said, “it is all over now.” She handed the hose to my aunt, and lifted me from the table and sat me on my potty. I can never forget the gushes of the Ivory Soapy water. I can remember the smell of the Ivory Soap. When I stopped, she told me to sit there just for a little more time. I cannot remember if I expelled more or not, but I remember when she told me to stand up and she wiped me. I remember her saying to my aunt, “it was good.” Mom hugged me and told me that I was a big boy and that she would tell “daddy” when he came home from work. Auntie gave me a hug too. Mom dressed me and told me that I could play with my toys. When my dad came home, Mom said to me, “tell daddy what we gave you to today.”

I told him, “an enema." His question to me was, “ Did you take it like a big boy?” I told him yes, and Mom said, “ He was a really good boy.” I do not remember other enemas on the table, but I do remember Auntie helping other times when I was on my bed. I also have memories of my father being home and holding the enema bag. As I got bigger Mom gave them to be alone or if Dad were home, he would hold the bag. At puberty Dad took over giving me enemas.

I have always been anally erotic but never had an enema as a child - seems to be more of an american thing probably because of all those burgers! But in later life I have experimented just to feel what it would be like to fill my ass with hot soapy water. …. and its very enjoyable and exciting ….. then I got married again and my wife sometimes gets ‘stuck’. I suggested an enema and to my delight she wanted one. Unfortunately it never leads to sex …. and she is not interested in anal sex. What a shame for me as I love it that way. My girlfriend before I got remarried loved it but that is another story for elsewhere!

I was 10. I and some friends had gotten into trouble at school and I decided to feign stomach cramps to avoid the disciplinary meeting with the principal. When we got home, Mom had me strip down to underpants and undershirt and climb into her bed. If one of us kids wasn't feeling well this was part of the routine. I figured that I had it made. A short time later our neighbor Mrs. S. paid a visit.

Mrs. S's. family was like the other half of our family that lived next door. Or parents were very close and us kids all played together. She was also an RN. She put her hand on my forehead and asked me how I felt. A while later Mom came back and said to come with her. As I got out of bed, she raised my tee shirt up and over my head. The bathroom was right across the hall. As she guided me in to the bathroom I saw the horror that awaited me.

My eyes saw the enema bag full and hanging. On the floor were pillows covered with towels. Mrs. S. sat on the side of the tub with the nozzle in hand. Before there was time to react my mother pulled my underpants down and off. I was mortified. Naked not only in front of Mom but also Mrs. S. Mom said it was OK and she was just going to squirt a little water up my bottom. I lay down and felt her hand on my butt then a dab of Vaseline on my hole and I felt the nozzle then the water stared to flow.

I protested, no more, no more but it fell on deaf ears until she decided to let me up. I sat on the toilet almost touching knees with Mrs. S. sitting across from me. I'm naked, sitting on the toilet with water running out of me and Mom walks in and asked how I was doing. With a hand on each knee, Mrs. S. separated them for a few moments and they watched. I wanted to die. Mrs. S. patted me on the knee and they left me to finish.

The next day I asked my friends what happened. Nothing. They were never called to the principal's office. However, I got my punishment. But it was also my initiation to what would soon be a lifetime pleasure.

I saw in horror what awaited me

Had you experienced enemas before or had you simply heard about what was used and what happened? I was under the impression this was your first enema.

Wrote my comments on other posts, but was a 5-6 / Kindergarten kid with an over Mom's lap and a bulb.

Being told that I was “ Going to get an enema ” was something that I knew zero about, until being called into the bathroom, strip naked, then climb over Mom's lap. I got many 4 oz. red bulb sessions with her, and cried as I never had this feeling before with my belly doing the spins wanting to go.

This became less an less an issue, as I started to enjoy my fillings from her.

After graduating to our Davol combo bag for staying home sick or out of sorts,caused me to notice my erections, as Mom told me that that it was normal, as I pointed it down as I expelled in the toilet.

My enemas started over the lap with the bulb, then bags from Mom, and attribute my fetish and wanting to share this with others is her fault only because I didn't feel good.

Thanks Mom.u

I would get bored about mid-summer when on vacation from school. Mom would take me to spend a week or so at grandma's, in another town about ten miles away. I liked that because there were kids my age next door, and a couple of blocks away there was a pool. The summer when I was ten turned out to be memorable.

After being at grandma's for a few days, she noticed I was not acting normal. No energy and crabby. With a few questions it was determined I had not pooped since I got there and grandma said an enema would make me feel better. I received small bulb enemas from mom from as early as I can remember and starting around six, I realized I sort of liked them and my sister and I started giving ourselves small bulb enemas, just for fun. I had seen a bulb enema syringe in grandma's bathroom similar to the one we had at home so I thought, OK, no big deal, and I agreed she could give me an enema. After dinner she called me to the bathroom and told me to remove my shorts and panties and lay on the towel she placed on the floor. As I did this, I looked for the familiar red bulb but only saw what I knew as a hot water bottle hanging from the towel bar, with some sort of hose attached. It was full. I asked grandma what that red bag was for and she said it was my enema. This was not what I was expecting and my heart was pounding as she explained that I was old enough to get an enema like grown-ups do.

I felt her spread my butt cheeks and slip in the nozzle, and the initial flood of warm water was great! But soon I started to feel very full. After a couple of starts and stops I told grandma I couldn't take any more and thankfully she stopped and helped me up. As I sat there shitting out more water and poop than I have ever done before I realized that although it was a bit uncomfortable at the end, it was something that I had to experience again. I probably took only about half of the bag but it started something that continues today. Even though it was not my first, it is the most memorable enema I have had.

I didn't receive my first enema till the age of 18. It was administered by surprise by a male nurse in the hospital following knee surgery. He said this had to be happen because I hadn't been able to poop yet. I was in just a gown with my diaper underneath. He told my to roll onto my side my bring my knees to my chest. It was a magical amazing experience that hooked me on enemas!

I don't know if this was my FIRST experience, but certainly my most memorable. I think my Mom may have given me a couple in early grade school days, using a bulb and warm soapy water, and those were loving and nice, but I don't recall many details about WHEN that was. However, as a young boy, I often had digestion-related issues, and seems like a managed to throw up at least once in EVERY class in early grade school….starting in 1st grade, and because the “urge” hits you so fast, I don't think I ever made it to the restroom before I barfed. By the time I was about 9, My Mom was concerned that there was something “wrong” with my plumbing and that resulted in a visit to the doctor, and he said I should be admitted to the hospital for a “GI Series”. I had no idea what that was, but next thing I knew, I was in the hospital….feeling FINE and wondering WHY this was happening. The next morning I got a visit from someone on staff (may have been a nurse…or a “Candy Striper” (today, called a CNA), and she told me she had to take my temperature, but not in my mouth…all children in pediatrics had to have rectal temps, no matter how old they were. She was cute, and I really didn't mind watching her pull put the lubed glass thermometer, and gently inserting it up my butt. She'd keep her hand on my butt for the entire “waiting period”, which felt VERY GOOD, even to a 9 year old who knew NOTHING about sex or erections or puberty. After the thermometer, I ended up getting an enema to “get me ready for the test”. I barely remember that enema, BUT, once I was wheeled down to the test room, I remember vividly that the lighting was very dim and the only person in there was me and a VERY cute young girl (probably a nursing student or another CNA), and she stood by a pole with a bag attached, and told me she was going to insert the tube up my butt and I would feel a solution going in, but I had to lie VERY STILL. I later learned this was a “barium enema”). Of course, I was in one of those open-at-the-back hospital robes, and when she had me lie on my left side and bent my legs, it exposed not only my butt, but all my boy-parts, and because of the way I was positioned, it was impossible to re-arrange the robe and “cover up”…but the nice girl kept smiling and ever so gently parted my boy-butt cheeks and inserted the nozzle. She stayed with me for a while, but I think she had to leave once the test started (I assume radiation was involved, since it was a fluoroscope exam), and I recall being able to see what was happening on a “TV” screen in the room….I watched white liquid slowing snaking it's way up my insides…it didn't really hurt, and there was only a little cramping, and when it was over, the CUTE girl returned and gently removed the nozzle and wiped my butt…..I was in love…and I think that episode cemented much of my attraction to butts, rectal temps, and even enemas.

I know that I posted this somewhere here. Darn, let me see if can remember all the exact details. It was in 1998 and I was making out in my boyfriend's (now husband) room. I had a tummy ache. My boyfriend asked me what was wrong. I told him that I had a belly pain. He asked me if I had gone to the bathroom. I told him that it had been a couple of days. He told me that he could solve my problem quickly. I was relieved because I was in pain. What medicine do I take? He said no you need an enema which is water up your butt. I turned cold with fear. I was going to have to show my most intimate part of my body to guy that I have not even had sex with. We had just started dating. I told him no way was this going to happen. I continued to lay in his bed with a tummy ache. In my mind, I thought what if I don't smell good down there. What happens if I can't hold it and crap everywhere. What happens if it hurts. For the next couple of hours, he tried to convince me to take an enema. I kept telling him no. He brought the red bag out and showed me the nozzle. He told me that it won't hurt. The ache got intense enough that I reluctantly agreed to allow him to give me an enema. (My husband helped me with some of the details). He told to lay there and he would get the enema ready. I could hear the sink faucet going on in the bathroom. I was wearing white tee shirt, navy blue shorts, white cotton panties and white ankle socks. He told me to roll over on my left side. I unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts. He laid the bag on the bed. I could hear the top come off the Vaseline jar. He pulled my shorts down to my ankles. Next, my panties were pulled down my ankles. He moved my right knee up. I was still worried that I might not smell right down there. After few moments, I felt his fingers spread my butt cheeks. I could feel the cool nozzle up against my butthole. He told me to breathe slowly in and out of my mouth. As the nozzle started to be inserted, it felt out of the world. OMG, I loved the nozzle being inserted. He picked up the bag and he said that he was going to let the water go in. WOW! I loved the feel of the water going in. After a few minutes, I started to get the cramps from the enema. He stopped the flow for a minute. After the cramps subsided, he let a little more flow. I got a strong urge to go. He pulled the nozzle out and I ran to the toilet. OMG, when I started to expel, this was the greatest feeling. This started my anal erotic journey. I wanted an enema everyday after my first enema.