Seeing a family member get an enema

I was very young and I attribute this to my lifelong practice of giving myself enemas. Some for punishment some for pleasure. I had to pee very bad and finally mom let me in the bathroom. In there the two most

Influential people in my life, Mom and my favorite Aunt we’re forcing an enema into my father. He had been drunk for two weeks and sneaking pills that constipated him. He was moaning and swearing and that had a great impact on my life.

The two most important people I wanted attention from were punishing dad for being bad.

There, that’s out , only took me 65 years to say it.

I saw my Mom giving one of my aunts (Dad's sister) an enema. We had a small guest bedroom downstairs with a connected bathroom. My aunt was staying over. My Mom and my aunt had been talking in the family room and my aunt went to the bedroom. I was at the kitchen table doing homework and saw my Mom come down the stairs with her enema bag. A few minutes later I walked down the hall to the bedroom. The door to the bedroom was about half open and I saw my aunt lying on her side on the bed in her slip and my Mom holding up the enema bag with the tube going into my aunt's bottom. I only watched for a few seconds. That was the only time I saw anyone getting an enema in our house, My brother and father were out of the house and I guess my Mom wasn't worried about leaving the door open.

Hi plnbrnwrppr,

Could you please tell us in detail more about that particular scene? What kind of posture did your father have? what about your mom and aunt, How were they located in relation to your dad? Were they holding him down?

Thank you very much.

Everyone in the house knew when someone was getting an enema. 9 kids crammed into a tiny house. There was no hiding it. Mom would carry the bag into the bedroom of the designated receiver and close the door. Pretty soon you would see a blur as someone made a mad dash for the potty and mom would come out with a flattened bag and proceed to wash it.

There were numerous times when my siblings were outside the bathroom door wondering what was going on when I was in there getting an enema. I remember how horrible to know that they were right outside the door and I still had to do the enema. They never knew what was really going on though.

Just thinking about this, I am reminded how my siblings used to try to look through the crack underneath the bathroom door. And I would also be down on the floor getting the enema while that was happening ?

They never knew what was really going on though.

No keyholes or cracks under the door, @Allie80? LOL.

Emmaj - do you think see your mom gave you a love of enemas. I never saw my mom but I did see the bag drying. My mom gave me enemas, over her lap until I was around 11. 70+ years later I still find taking and talking about enemas very arousing.

When I was 13 years old, I watched my mother give my younger 11 years old sister an enema. It was in my mother bed room. She was lying bare buttocks on her tummy in bed. I could see the entire procedure. I remember my sister had beautiful buttocks. It maybe was the first time a saw a naked girl. It was wonderful!!! I am a male.

Only as a child around age 5. My sisters and I got them together a few times and we watched each other. Watched when my sister learned to water ski around age 14 or so, she couldn’t get up and dragged her butt in the water. Said it was like a hundred yard enema, if that counts.

My aunt used the enema bag as a cure-all for everything. (I know she LOVED to administer them) so my cousin and I were always getting filled with the warm soapy water. One day I would say around 1973 I saw my cousin getting a good spanking and enema. I had come over to play with her when I heard my aunt really yelling at her. As I climed the stairs to her apartment, the door was open so I knocked and came in. I just got to the living room just in time to see my aunt take my cousin over her lap, lift up her dewss and pull down her undies. My cousin tried to reach back to pull up her panties and that infuriated my aunt to the point that she said "Now You ARE Getting a GOOD ENEMA after the spanking, That Will Fix You UP For Sure" With that my aunt raised her wooden hair brush and rained down about two dozen spanks on her very exposed buttocks, turning them a bright red in no time. I froze in fear then abruptly said I will come back. My aunt then said No, I want you to see her get her well deserved punishment. After the spanking was over, she pushed Ann off her lap and got up and went into the bathroom. I was trying to comfort Ann and find out what she had done when my aunt came back holding her FULL red open top enema bag with the black rectal nozzle dripping soapy water. My aunt hung the enema bag from a hook that was on the wall above her chair and pulled Ann back over her lap and then parted her buttocks with her fingers and slid the nozzle inside her. Then she un snapped the steel clamp letting the warm soapy enema to invade Ann. I had to watch as the bulging bag got flatter until it was empty. Only then was Ann allowed to go to the bathroom. Then my aunt warned me that the same can happen to me if I got out of line. I was about twelve back then and I had to admit, I was excited.

The first time it was my mother on the living room couch, on her back knees up feet flat on couch. Nothing on from waist down had me come stand by her legs and hold up the enema bag as it emptied into her.

The next was my younger sister after she watched me get an enema while I was emptying out. After that every time my sister needed an enema I got one first.

My sister and I usually knew when one or the other was getting an enema from mom, and even though my sister and I were already giving ourselves and each other enemas together (did mom know about that?) she never let us watch when she was doing it. Later I became aware mom was giving herself enemas, by the sounds, but I never actually saw her do it.

I saw my sister getting an enema from my mother on a number of occasions and yes it excited me. She shared with me too that it excited her when she saw me getting an enema. Denise

Oh forgot...same thing for a spanking!! Denise

While actually getting to watch an enema, suppository, or RT being given was fairly rare, observing and listening to the preliminary announcement and preparations was quite a treat, especially for a very inquisitive lad. I learned a lot this way!

Some of my significant memories included one referenced earlier in this thread (#50). Another momentous occasion occurred when the family had gathered at grandma's for Sunday dinner. My cousins were there and my aunt asked grandma to help her give my female cousin an enema after dinner. "The doctor wants me to give Debbie an enema and I could use some help".

Because grandma's place was a small 2 bdrm with a single bath, the events were well known to all of us. My male cousin and I teased Debbie before and afterward. We watched as the enema bag was filled from a pitcher at the kitchen sink. It was carried into the bedroom and my cousin positioned on her back. Mom, grandma, and my aunt were gathered as my cousin's panties removed. We boys were shooed away and the door closed.

We listened intently as the events unfolded. My cousin pleaded with the women to stop. They encouraged her to pant and they praised her for being such a big girl for her enema. Soon, the door opened and my cousin fled to the toilet with her mom close behind carrying the empty enema bag.

When all was done, my aunt scolded my cousin for teasing and told him he was getting an enema when they got home. I got one as well before bed.

Growing up in my house, our parents had one rule when it came to getting punished. It was that whenever someone did something wrong, every person living in the house received a punishment enema in addition to the person who was in trouble. That way everyone was mad at the person.

I remember a aunt of mine getting a enema from my uncle at my grandma's house when I was a pre-teen. Newspaper had been spread across the floor leading from the bedroom to the bathroom.

My granny and I were seated on the couch and could hear my aunt moaning,groaning and exclaiming she was getting full and couldn't hold any more and I recall my granny laughing at this.

Once completed my aunt came hurriedly past us for the toilet and another round of laughter ensued from my granny and uncle who now was at the doorway with the enema bag in hand looking at me stating"if you misbehave and give your grandma a hard time you'll get one of these little man". He and granny found humor in this as I surely exhibited fear at his warning. Fretter

I have already written about my mom taking enemas herself, but she did give a few to my dad but he was not a fan. She would give them to him just like me...a full combination bag while he laid on his back in the bathroom floor. He would moan and complain and she would scold him for getting so constipated. " you should have let me do this a couple of days ago and it would not be so uncomfortable".

In my childhood there was never any kind of intimacy involved during my enemas or rarely any other time for that matter. the night i watched both parents give my sister an enema on the table i did witness some intimacy and PLEASURE between all THREE of them! mom sent my father to my sister's room to get her as she prepared the enema bag. my father went into her room and sat on the edge of the bed and could hear mom fixing the table and the bag. i am sure he rubbed her belly (at LEAST just her belly!) and whispered "you want an enema?" and she SMILED! i know this from his own words and actions after that night. a day later i saw him walking past that table and talking to himself. "Debbie is such a happy little girl. wake her up in the middle of the night to give her an enema and she is smiling!" as he talked he walked into the living room and instantly turned around and came back into the dining room. it puzzled me then but now i know he was thinking back and had an erection. within a short time after that i was sitting on his lap at my aunt and uncles and he rubbed my belly back and forth slowly and whispered in my ear,"you want an enema?" i got really mad and jumped off his lap. he laughed like hell. he lead Debbie from her bedroom by the hand. mom knelt and took her pajama bottoms off and Debbie helped by lifting one foot and then the other. no whining or protest or crying even when the water started flowing. she never cried until she saw me watching from my bed. dad had tried to trick me into being given an enema that night too. he was the one who reminded mom that "hey! we're supposed to give these kids enemas tonight!" i had gone that day and was sent to bed warning me "you better not look either or you'll get one too!" (don't throw me into the brier patch!) of course i looked! he knew i HAD to look! at the end of Debbie's enema he "caught" me looking. he demanded i get into the dining room for an enema as punishment. mom did not allow it. "that's not want they're for!" mom acted pretty nice to Debbie that night with very soothing motherly words to help her take it. when she started to cry she said, "i know....i know honey....son a gun....." like she was sorry it hurt. they were so uptight and ignorant that it only hurt so much because they did not know how to give a proper enema to a child. mom started off with legs held straight up in the diapering position, just dipped the nozzle into the vaseline and stuck it in without even looking. it HURT! the last table enema they gave me there was a little blood in the toilet! the enema water was always given full blast always too hot and soapy with dad holding the bag up high. at the very end he held it up as high as he could. as the water flowed into us mom would hold our legs further and further back so knees would be up around my chin! even then i knew how stupid they both were. in that position i am thinking "there's no room for the water to get into me." when mom just blindly shoved it in i thought "why don't she just look at what she's doing!" the thing is that night for my sister i watched her adjust the water temperature just so, testing it with her finger. she used just baking soda for Debbie's enema that night and not soapy like mine always were even though the enema was given specifically for constipation.

enemas can and should be a warm, loving, tender moment between parent and child.