Finger up the butt

The finger with a little vaseline came in to check if I was free and often before the suppositories they made me one or two enemas to free myself and then insert the suppositories. The finger came in and they held it a little so as to make it rise well and does not scapapre the suppositories.

Life-changing revelations occurred after my accident. For nearly three months while my facial reconstruction surgeries healed, I couldn’t take food and meds orally except sipping liquids through a straw. My first solid food was mashed potatoes, and I broke down and cried. I was 22 at the time and married only seven months. You can’t imagine the joy I felt to kiss my husband on the lips again! Did we ever get carried away after that? A story for another time.

Anyway, more to the subject: the drugs they give you, I learned can be sipped through a straw, poked into various places with needles, or with a finger up my behind. It was the beginning of a friendly relationship with suppositories.

The first week I was home from the hospital and had a visiting nurse, I was having stomach upsets and nausea. “Darlin, this needs to go in your butt,” she joked. I was in so much pain that my husband had to help turn me on my side for my home introduction to Phenergan suppositories. Angie used a surgical glove to give the medication, and she held her finger inside me for what seem like forever to get the med to begin melting. Did you ever have a nurse teach your newlywed husband, the finer points of inserting a suppository? Talk about life-changing revelations! Thank God for fingercots, and he became really good at it!!

And who knew, I didn’t, that Tylenol (AKA acetaminophen ) for aches and headache pain and a fever I suddenly spiked, came in a little box of 12 suppositories? What a godsend during that time, and through the years I’ve kept a little box in the fridge. it works wonders for me if I’ve got a stress headache.

Wait those suppositories melt inside you hmmm I never knew that learn something new everyday

I did this past weekend 🍑😈 it felt amazing!

Me, got them all the time when I was Kid…from mom, grandma, the doctor and his nurse.

Never was given suppositories as a kid. A girlfriend left a small container at my house. They stayed unused for a time until I decided to try one. Certainly the insertion was not as exciting as it would be if a female were doing the insertion. But it worked relatively fast. I began to bring them when I traveled for a few days when an enema would not be practical.

My dad gave me soap stick suppositories pretty regularly. He only ever held a one inside me. That was because I pushed out as soon as he put it in. He had pretty big fingers, so it was definitely something I remember.

I haven't, but I'd certainly entertain any willing volunteers wanting to dish this out!

Pick me, pick me @SassyCat . 😃

@SassyCat, would be happy to oblige

Careful what you wish for!

As child in hospital got lot suppositories i had tendency to push them out so nurses hold finger up my bum until partly melted

Not until they melted but we got lots of suppositories which (as per mom or aunt) had to go all the way in. Those were the "deep breath" ones, but I cannot recall that the finger kept inside for prolonged period for any reason.

I think it's not important to make it melt it's important to ensure it won't come out

I was a holder and hated having to sit on the potty or toilet, in truth if I had to go I'd rather have done it on my pants but that earned me a spanking. As a consequence I'd be regularly checked. I'd get my tummy pressed and felt for solid matter inside. If there were lumps detected my trousers and pants would come down a Vaseline coated finger would be inserted deeply and wriggled around for what seemed like eternity to feel how much I was holding and to try to break it up. Next I'd be laid across (usually my dad's lap) to have a suppository pushed in and held in place until I would be squirming and in desperate need to poop. My dad required me to poop right there and then for him. He'd either pull my pants or a nappy up or even sometimes have me poop into a towel placed underneath me. If I didn't do enough, I'd get another suppository which would again be held deeply in place until I needed to push and strain again. I would often be spanked after the clean up for allowing myself to become constipated. I hated it all then but now it is such a turn on.

I used to push the suppository out so mom started pushing it in finger's length and holding it there til it melted which seemed like forever. Remember the little blue jar. It was very uncomfortable as my mom had very long fingers with bumpy knuckles. I would get an enema if I didn’t submit and didn't like those either. Sometimes I would get an enema anyway if the suppository didn't work.

... my trousers and pants would come down a Vaseline coated finger would be inserted deeply and wriggled around for what seemed like eternity to feel how much I was holding and to try to break it up. Next I'd be laid across (usually my dad's lap) to have a suppository pushed in and held in place until I would be squirming and in desperate need to poop.

I always enjoy reading your recollections here, @Lukkas ! I can imagine it being traumatizing and awful at the time, but it provides nice ideas for scenes (with consenting adults).

I'd separate this into needs and desires. Yes, there is a periodic need to use a suppository and the desire to finger another's anus.....which I put in the desire bucket. If it is all about speeding up the lower bowel....to me that is medicinal and not necessarily "fun". Do it, get it over with and address the need. After that.....bring on fingering.....which is wonderful both as a giver and receiver.

Never received a suppo growing up. Mixed feelings when I finally tried one. Later became a kink. Guess I should admit I got to liking using. Two gives nice feelings.