When I was five I was going to the hospital the next day for tonsil removal. The doctor ordered enemas till clear. My mom told me I was going to get a series of enemas, and she was going to use the bog boy bag. I usually got bulb enemas. Up to this point, I was very accustomed to enemas. She took a box containing the enema bag, a hose, and three nozzles. My eyes were drawn to the large black shiny curved douche nozzle, I asked what this was far and my mom told me it was for deep enemas. She filled the bag it looked huge, she said to take as much as I can, then I could go to the bathroom and come back for more. She told me to see if poop stopped coming out.
After the second enema, the bag was empty and my mom filled it again. I liked this a lot, it felt good having so much water, I loved the sight of mom holding the bag up high. When I was expelling my third enema I noticed my little penis was hard, I rubbed it and that felt good too, I didn't want this to stop, I went back for my fourth enema. Mom asked me if it was clear yet. I lied when I said no so she gave me my fourth enema. I asked her why my penis was hard, she said it was from the enema and the water pressure. Expelling became a new sensation as well. It was fun blowing out so much water. I was asked again if it was clear, I lied again and lied and said no, So mom refilled the enema bag for my fifth enema, I felt what I now understand as anticipation, I was excited knowing I was getting another enema. I rubbed my penis while I got this enema, mom said nothing. She told me to flush this time, so I did. After I expelled she asked if it was clear, I lied again and said no, She checked the toilet, I was busted, she knew I had been lying. I promptly got spanked for lying. My penis actually got harder, and the spanking continued till I was crying. She then told me I was going to get another enema for lying, It was worth a spanking to get another enema. The lesson she taught me was I could lie and get enemas, something I did until I was 16.