It’s interesting looking back at how, when, and why we received enemas as kids. At the time, the sexual aspects of enemas never crossed our minds. Simply because, we didn't know they existed. We were, however anal erotic, and enemas scratched that itch. But as we slowly became teenagers, that started to change.
Did mom and grandma know enemas had sexual overtones, sure they did. The exception was our young aunts, they were as curious and innocent as we were. Both were preteens, when grandma taught them personal hygiene along with, how to care for and give children enemas. Afterwards, giving them the responsibility for doing our evening bath, including enemas and occasionally spanking.
The funny thing about mom was, she hated getting enemas herself, but giving enemas was something else again. If it was a rainy day, the type that last all day long, there was a good chance mom would give us an enema out of the blue. That was especially true, if she only had her nightgown on without anything under it. However, if she had her street clothes or a nightgown with panties, it was less likely, but not nonexistent. Realizing, as we got older, that giving us enemas turned her on. Especially after a spanking, laying naked across her lap.
One way we could tell what was going to happen, was from what we saw when called to the bathroom. If mom was in a bra and panties or nightgown, along with a full enema bag, we were in for a spanking followed by an enema laying naked across her lap. If she was in normal street clothes, it could be anything, from talking our temperature rectally, checking us for constipation, or an enema in the knee chest position. But usually, not a spanking, but that wasn’t a guarantee either.
Her two younger sisters, on the other hand, both liked getting and giving enemas. As kids, both mom and her sisters, gave us enemas out of the blue. Happening mostly on rainy days. Enemas out of the blue were different from our normal routine enemas. The normal routine was a soapy followed by a rinse enema. However, enemas out of the blue were different. First, they were only rinse enemas. Second, they were larger in volume. And third, they lasted longer than usual. Even grandma occasionally, said something about us being moody or out of sorts needing an enema, when we really weren’t. Then told, one or both of her younger daughters, to take care of us. Giving the girls an opportunity, to not only give us an enema, but themselves as well. The funny thing was, we looked forward too, in a strange kinda way.
As for who got the most adventuresome, both mom and grandma were subtle about giving us enemas out of the blue. Saying something like, “I know y’all aren’t feeling good, so I’m going to give you an enema to help feel better.” But moms two sisters weren’t subtle. They were closer in age, and more like siblings than aunts. And just as curious and mischievous as us. They would start, by saying in earshot of grandma, that we were being moody or ill tempered. It usually didn’t take grandma too long to take the bait. Telling the girls, “You know how to deal with it, so stop talking about it, and take care of it.” It was during one of the enemas out of the blue, that the girls first let us give them enemas. Making things easier, whenever they gave us enemas, especially for them. And I’m reasonably sure, grandma was aware it.
During bath time in the evening, things could get rather playful, especially when we were all in the large dual head shower together. Because the shower was large enough to accommodate the five of us, the girls always got undressed, once they were in the bathroom. So, on evenings when they gave us enemas, like us, they were naked. At first, they gave us enemas lay across their bare lap, then as we got older, in the knee chest position. Still occasionally, putting us across their bare lap naked, because they enjoyed feeling us against their bare thighs. I know, I enjoyed feeling their bare legs pressing against my young hard-on laying across their lap, because it really felt good!
As preteens, once grandma taught us personal hygiene an enemas became our responsibility. Mom and grandma both stopped giving us routine enemas. Grandma, however, still gave us all a 3H enema once a year. But mom’s two sisters on the other hand, were different. Being more like siblings than aunts, we continued giving each other enemas well into our late teens. Something we all mutually enjoyed as healthy young adults.