Grandmother was the educator of my family in the science of good health practices. She would always give us a spring tonic followed the following morning with an enema. Bulb syringes and following expelling thick diapers for the little ones.
It would be too suspicious if the girl asked her mother to teach her how to give her brother an enema, or if the mother specially taught this to her daughter. Girlfriend is another matter. .. And the age difference between brother and sister should be big, I think
I believe mom's definitely taught daughters to give enemas. Maybe not all, but some mom's also taught the erotic aspects of giving to young males and their response with orgasms and ejaculations. When daughters married they should know the power and control aspects of giving hubby a really good enema with oral to completion.A really bonding and control technigue that would have manifested in cunnilingus before copulation. So many guys, so few get enemas
My mom really didn't teach me how to take an enema. I really learned by watching her prepare and take enemas during her monthly fasting/enema routine. No I never gave anyone else and enema until much later in life when I started giving my husband an enema now and then.Dita
There was no older daughter in our family (my sister is much younger than I), so I have no personal experience.I know a woman who has several younger siblings. When she was a teen, in the early 60s, her mother taught her how to give enemas so she could help out when her younger brothers and sisters were under the weather. She doesn't know if she would have been assigned “enema duty” if she hadn't planned to go to nursing school.
My mom would sometimes let my two sisters into the bathroom so they could watch her give me enemas,i would protest and raise hell and my sisters would laugh and giggle about my hardon!,finally my father who was down stairs reading the paper would yell “whats going on up there” and then mom would kick my sisters out so she could finish my enema in peace!
@codjer said,My mom would sometimes let my two sisters into the bathroom so they could watch her give me enemas…Mom first started letting our sister help give my brother and I enemas a year or so after she moved our enemas from the bedroom to the bathroom. I was ten at the time, so my brother was nine, and our sister was eight. My siblings and I shared a bedroom, because our house only had two bedrooms and one bath, so nudity between us wasn't an issue. From the beginning, mom gave us enemas in our bedroom, laying across a bed together. So, seeing our siblings get an enema wasn't anything new. It was something that happened occasionally. We'd been getting enemas in the bathroom together for about a year when mom started letting our sister hold the rectal nozzle in place once she put it in. Our sister would hold it during the flow and while we held it for five minutes. When the hold time was up, mom let her remove the nozzle. This happened a few times, then mom started letting our sister put the rectal nozzle in place. That's when my brother and I bitched about it, so mom started letting us help with our sister's enemas. After this happened, over the next three or four months, mom slowly let us do more and more until we were doing each other’s enemas under her supervision.By age seven, I was getting a hard-on every time I got an enema, and my brother wasn't too far behind me. Our sister giggled about it at first, but mom told her it was normal for little boys to get stiff when they got an enema. As we got older, she started asking us questions about how it felt when it got hard. Once she started asking us questions, it went both ways, my brother and I asked her just as many questions.
Back when I was a child it was probably pretty common for mothers to teach their daughters how to give enemas. If not through direct instruction but learning from experience. I have no doubt that my mother learned from grandma, and I also remember mom explaining to me step by step what she was doing as she gave me an enema. Maybe the goal was not so much teaching me how to give an enema as much as trying to make me more comfortable and less resistant to getting the enema from her by explaining what was happening and why. Anyway, it worked. One of the key things mom taught me when she was giving me an enema with a bulb was to “burp” the bulb. That was: squeeze the bulb and put the nozzle into the water and draw in as much as possible, then tip the nozzle up and slowly squeeze the bulb until water comes out of the nozzle, then-holding the bulb squeezed, put the nozzle back in the water before releasing the bulb. That results in a full bulb with little or no air in it. That, and if you can hold the enema for a few minutes before letting it out, it is more effective with smaller volumes. Mom never had any reason to ask me to give anyone an enema, but my sister and I learned very early how to give each other and ourselves enemas just because it was fun.
My siblings and I stayed with our grandmother (a retired RN) for four to six weeks once school was out for the summer. She taught moms two young teenage sisters how to take care of us early on. I was around six when she used my brother and I as her subjects when she taught her two daughters (our aunts) how to give enemas to children. Afterwards, it was the girl's responsibility to give us enemas when grandma requested. Sometimes the enemas were done in private, but mainly they were done together at bath time in the evening. However, grandma still gave us enemas in private occasionally. It continued like this until the summer I turned twelve, when grandma taught us personal hygiene and enemas became our responsibility.
I always thought it unfair that my older sister got to watch me get an enema, but I was excluded when it was her turn. If I managed to watch the preparation, or even sneak a peek at her position preceding the actual administration, I was treated like a little pervert. Perhaps that is my issue these days. I just love seeing others get an enema!Was mom just teaching her?