Aunt as enema giver ?

I'm seeing an awful lot of people here getting enemas from an aunt. Do I detect wishful thinking?

I think that you are onto something.

Enemas from an aunt did happen.

My mother's sisters and sister's in law were no strangers to giving enemas. Three of them were RN's but all of them talked openly about giving enemas to their children. When they got together at family events, the conversation almost always turned to enemas and which cousin was getting, would get, or had gotten an enema. I referred to my aunts as “The Coven” since they all shared secrets and practiced like witches.

The Coven were the ones who suggested to my mother when I was 12 years of age that I was big enough and old enough for a full bag enema. It was what they did with their own children at that age.

Although they were full of advice, I only received enemas from one of the aunts. She was a spinster RN, my father's sister, and believed in the benefit of a ‘good enema.’ Since my father passed away when I was five, and my mother worked full-time, I often was in the care of my father's unmarried sisters for summer vacations and school breaks. During those times, my aunts acted more like foster parents and constantly fussed over my health and well being. That frequently meant that at the first sign of abdominal distress, my RN aunt would bring out her Comfy combination bag and administer a ‘big good enema.’

This was not an aunt who would inspire a fantasy story! She was generally cold and businesslike toward children and her enemas were far from lovingly administered.

I never did get an enema from any of my Mother's sisters but they sure talked about it! All of the cousins were well watered I am sure.

jd

Aunts are a major theme in the enema genre of short stories. How do explain that?

Many enema stories have an element of discovery of erotic sensations through that act, and a young age - young enough so that it's another person giving the enema.

Who would give the enema ? In real life, a nurse or mother. However, a nurse would likely not be a recurring element in life - you'd get an enema once from a nurse and that's it. Admitting erotic feelings from acts by one's mother would make most people uncomfortable.

The aunt is a kind of compromise. Note how often in stories they conveniently live close by, whereas in real life people move out.

Another question : how come do so many people have aunts that happen to be nurses ? Are there so many nurses here?

I can state unequivocally, not one of my aunts ever came near me with a nozzle. Nor did grandmas. Creeps me out to even think about it.

@Pecan Nutjob - Yeah, there are...or were. Given the age of many of the posters here on Zity (including yours truly) lots of moms and aunts were, in fact, nurses. Teaching and nursing were, at the time (I would guess) probably the most prominent professions available to women. Yes, my mom was a nurse (RN) as was her sister-in-law (RN) and trust me BOTH of them were fast with the bulb...or bag as the case may be. And yes, I sort of did "have a thing" for my aunt. Thank you ladies for your service (professional) and your service (personal!!)

No wishful thinking on my part @sirwilliam55

I'd only ever had been "given" a couple of Enemas by one of my aunt's. The one I refer too was certainly no Enema Fairy ... that woman apart from her tedious p/time day job, moonlighted at an aged care home (NA or Nursing Asst) where Enemas were once a common practice with the elderly / infirmed & when she brewed the soapy concotion you could've whitewashed the side of your house with it .... unbeknownst to me at the time

I've written about this once before this but will recount

One evening as my mother was otherwise engaged had asked her younger sister to do the dastardly deed ... I was to be the "patient" ... er ...victim

It was a Sunday evening & i'd hardly touched my food ... I'd been out all afternoon with a young friend from up the street & admittedly we'd both over indulged in a variety of sweets from the local Seaside shop /General store, almost directly in line with my aunts home, on the next street over ... dangerously close for a young bloke who liked the goodies on display

Anyhow i was feeling a bit off colour (as one might imagine) ... poked around at the dinner in front of me ... which was noticed ... I probably looked green around the gills & as my mother was busy herself had asked (in a lowered tone) for her sister to do the business ...

I hadn't the feigntest clue what was about to unravel !!

Well sure it was a first ... but I had no idea what was coming ... and going ... Dear Aunt (she was actually) had absconded to the bathroom & prepared a very warm soapy enema, then re- appeared holding a White enamel Douche Can, long brownish red rubber hose & black tapered rectal nozzle, almost identical to the one we had at home ... geez i could even smell the Cans milky contents from 10 paces away ...

From there there was no escape ... Dear Aunt was like my mother in some ways, a no nonsense individual that when she spoke you listened and I was told matter of factly that she would be administering the Enema ... I resigned myself to my fate & readied myself

I knew what was coming ... or thought I did ... Aunt put a dab of Vaseline on my bum ...a swiped along the nozzle with the back of her finger, wiping off any excess from a few folded sheets of dunny paper sitting on the chest of drawers beside me, almost at the same time as I had turned to peer at what was going on when Aunty said ... "turn an face the wall for me please & draw your upper leg up" ... as she motioned using her hand with a sweep

Within seconds the nozzle went straight in & the soapy solution rocketed forth ... I nearly spasmed from the intensity of the jetting water ... it wasn't long before the first signs of urgency took place ... then just like that it stopped ... and again the feeling of the water jetting / bubbling forth in spurts ... eased to almost nothing & again spurted rapidly as I realized Aunt had held the Can up higher than when she started .... considerably higher

The job was done and so was I ... I did the best that I could to wait it out as the rumblings came in cycles getting closer together ..."I gotta go" ..."I gotta go" ... sputtered from my lips ... Aunt did her best to reassure me & replied ... "only another minute or so" ... Her minute & my minute were two entirely different concepts of time ... though I had no way of really knowing ... Luckily for me ... maybe both ... that she placed a small folded cloth against my straining bum ... to make matters worse i had a litte stiffy to contend with too .... Aunty E had already tended bath time ... but a stiffy ... It stuck out quite prominently with nowhere to hide ... that & i really had to go ...

I doubt i made it past 5 minutes ... no way was 10 remotely possible ... not only was this a dilemma but I also had to navigate getting through the back door ... The dunny (or outhouse) was outside the back door, down three steps and a quick hop across to the dunny door ...& I can assure you it was a bloody quick hop ... barely seated down & the first rumblings turned tumblings

That was the way it went ... literally

Later I did mention it to my mother in a roundabout sort of way that the Enema from my Aunt just about took my insides with it .... She was pretty heavy handed with the soap mixture ... I nearly didnt make it past the back door as I had to stop momentarily and squeeze my bum cheeks together and bare down hard to prevent an accident from happening

The fact that mom had given me the dreaded soap enemas was, in my view, enough of the "good". I did have aunts, but I certainly wouldn't have let any of them near my anus.

The fact that an older friend of my mom, a real nurse who worked in a hospital, was there to help her from time to time with "advice and action", I felt was overkill.

Always wanted an enema from my aunt but never got one, I did however stay with an aunt for a month or so during one summer when I was in my mid teens maybe 14 or so and on several occasions did receive a couple of bare bottom spankings with a paddle.

I do remember looking through the bathroom cabinets and did find a red douche bag with douche nozzle attached and could not figure a way to get her to give me an enema, so for me it was only wishful thinking and fantasizing about receiving an enema along with a paddling.

My aunt didn't give me an enema. But she took me to this procedure and watched her process. I felt awkward. Although not in the same way as when my stepsisters or just random girls could see it. I considered her very mature, although then she was 21 years old, and I was 6. Before the boys and men, I did not feel shame. No, I didn't want my aunt to give me an enema. In fact, they gave me enemas and girls younger than my aunt and prettier, although then, of course, their appearance was of little interest to me. Then I generally considered this procedure very shameful and humiliating.

When my siblings and I were around age five or six our RN grandmother taught her daughters, moms two young teenage sisters, how to administer enemas to children. She used my brother and I as her teaching subjects. Afterwards, the two girls had the job of giving us a bath in the evening. Including the occasional enemas mom or grandma had the girls give us beforehand. Our grandmothers house had a large downstairs bathroom with two vanities, toilet, long padded bench, linen closet, and a two head walk-in shower. Making it convenient for the girls to do us together in the shower with them, not to mention the occasional enemas. We preferred our teenage aunts giving us enemas, because they let us play around during our bath or enemas in the evening. Unlike mom or grandma, who were all business when it came to a bath or enemas. The downside was, if we’d gotten in trouble during the day, they had the girls spank us at bath time. They always spanked us first, before doing enemas, then our shower. The worst part was watching your siblings being spanked, knowing you’re next. This continued until our RN grandmother taught us personal hygiene as preteens and enemas became our responsibility.

I got several enemas from my aunt / mom's sister and all were soothing when (1) my parents went to Florida and baby sat me, or (2) when I spent summer weeks visiting at her house. She was no nonsense, as I got a bag every time I didn't feel good.

NO bulbs, just a bag waiting for me with her sitting on the closed toilet seat. Yeah, I had to get naked and climb over her lap, but that's were things parted, as when I was full, she let me up to poop. Then over her lap again until the bag was empty.

I never got an enema from an Aunt, but I did get a few from my babysitter when I was young. I wrote a nice little story about it, but the moderators deleted it.

I have three aunts, two on mom's side and one on dads. As a sign of the times they, like my mom, were all givers of enemas and I suspect not one of my cousins ever avoided getting one. That said, I never got an enema from any of my aunts and I'm pretty sure that their equipment and technique did not differ much from what we got from mom.

I posted a new blog about this yesterday…….check it out!

On my father's side the only aunt was 200 miles away.

On Mom's side they were all in Canada Most around Ontario.

Now the one I have a good relationship with is out in Saskatchewan.

While she was closer to Mom than anyone else, I was already in High School by the time I even got an e-mail address for her and reached out.

It was only after I was an adult that I got to meet her face to face.

She was never in my life growing up.

I always lived with my aunt and my cousin.

Who was going to give them to me?

Are you envious, perhaps?

My aunt was like a second mother to me especially as i got older. She would often be sitting in the kitchen with mother drinking coffee and smoking on Sat am when i came down stairs. It never dawned on me back then that this might have been all planned. As i got older i would often spend the weekends at her house. Of course all my sessions with her were for health reasons, of course they were

Never had an aunt give them to me - wow! that would have added a whole new dimension to my enemas!

Once, when I was about 12 or 13 and staying at my mother’s parents’ house, I was badly constipated. One of my aunts, who had children of her own, in the presence of my mother, offered to take me to her house and give me an enema, as she regularly did her kids. I declined. My mother encouraged me to go take the enema, so I would feel better immediately, but she did not pressure me. Stupid me! How I wish I had accepted that offer!

I actually had an aunt who was a nurse. She was my dads sister and that's how my dad met his future wife as my mom was a nurse that worked with her. My Grandmother gave all her kids including my aunt an enema every Saturday night. I heard her mention this in passing more than once. She ended up having 7 kids and I used to visit them and the subject of enemas never came up and I never saw any equipment either. I guess that kink didn't get passed on for that side of the family.

We went to visit relatives in another state once and my cousin was having really bad cramps from either constipation or her period. We were both in High School. My Aunt and my Mother gave her an enema. Later that evening after the temperature cooled down she and I were outside practicing cheers. She held a finger up and then took off running inside. When I went inside she was in the bathroom. When I went into the bathroom after she was finished I saw her panties hanging to dry. When I went back to her room which is where I was sleeping also. I asked if she was okay and she was embarrassed. She said nobody told her that could happen. It was her first enema.

Oh and no I did not watch her get the enema. I just knew because I heard my Aunt and Mom talking her into it. Telling her that it won't hurt and how much better she would feel after. Funny that she never mentioned that my sister gets them often and I had gotten one.

I guess you could put this in two feeds. This one and enema accidents.

This is a little off subject, but after my comment about getting an enema from my babysitter I had some zity members express some interest in hearing the story. I was told the it was ok to post the story in the discussions section so let's see if this flies.

So I posted the story in the library and soon noticed that it had disappeared. Not knowing what had happened, and thinking that it must have accidentally been deleted, I rewrote it and posted it again, only to have it disappear again! Only this time I got a message from Moppys Jalopy saying that my story had been removed because it had an underage child in it and was deemed to be inappropriate. He said that he thought my story was fine, but other moderators did not agree. He went on to say that I could post the story in the discussion section, but not in the library. The long and short of it was that they didn't believe that it was a true story, even though I swore that it was. Later I noticed that 3 other stories that I had posted in the library had also been deleted. One story was about the time I got an enema at my grandmother's house and the other 2 were about the bulb enemas that Mom used to give me. They didn't believe those were true either. This hit me as being very disappointing and really dimmed my view of Zity being a free and open forum. So now I have just 1 story posted in the library. It's called "the best Christmas gift ever", if you want to check it out. It's also a true story. So anyway, on with the story at hand. This happened a long time ago when I was very young, but I have relived this memory a million times and I am quite sure that this is exactly how it happened.

An enema from my babysitter.

The year must have been 1958. It was the year before I started school, so I had to have been 4 years old. My Mom and Dad both worked during the day, so the old lady next door, Betty, was hired to watch my brother and me. My brother would leave for school and Betty's husband would leave for work in the morning so it would be be just Betty and me there all day.

Betty was a prototypical housewife of the 50s. She cooked three meals a day, as her husband would come home for lunch, do dishes by hand and hang her laundry on the clothesline to dry. She was tall and big boned and quite heavy. She was a gruff woman who didn't take shit from anybody. I'm guessing that she was in her 60s. She seemed really old in the eyes of a 4 year old kid.

One afternoon she called my brother and me into the kitchen. She got a bottle out of her cabinet and a big spoon out of her silverware drawer. She said that we each needed to take a tablespoon of cod liver oil. Well we weren't too hot on that idea so my brother asked her "what if we don't take it"? She replied " well then I'll have to give you an enema". My brother immediately agreed to take the cod liver oil. Betty poured a spoonful and he gulped it down. I was watching his reaction and as soon as he made a bitter beer face I knew that I wasn't going to take it. I told Betty that I wasn't going to take the cod liver oil and I wasn't going to take an enema either. I was half right. Betty just said ok and smiled a knowing smile.

The next day Betty's mother, Mildred, came over for a visit. Betty seemed really old to me so of course her mother seemed ancient. I was outside playing when Betty stuck her head out the door and called for me to come in. When I came through the door the first thing I saw was Mildred standing there in the middle of the living room holding a bulging enema bag. Bag in one hand and hose in the other. Let me take a minute to describe this enema bag as I've never seen one like it since. It was an open top bag made of red rubber. The hose was also red rubber. The unique thing about it was that the tip and the hose were one piece. The hose just came to a blunt point with a slot cut into each side. Not unlike a colon tube. So anyway when I saw Mildred holding the enema bag I turned to run back out the door, but Betty was ready for that move. She grabbed me and dragged me kicking and screaming across the living room and firmly placed me face down on the sofa. She then pulled my trousers and my undies down to my knees. Mildred handed her the hose and she spread my little buns and slid the tip up my little butthole. By now I had resigned myself to my fate and I just laid there and cried. Mildred handed the bag to Betty and she unclipped the clamp and the warm soapy water began to fill me up. I remember that after a bit the phone rang. Betty was perturbed and said "oh damn it, here take this" and she handed the bag to Mildred and went off to answer the phone. I remember looking up at Mildred as she stood there holding the bag chest high quietly watching me as I laid there and cried. Betty came back shortly and took the bag from Mildred and finished my enema. When the bag was empty she pulled the hose out of my butt and told me I could go to the bathroom. I was full as could be as I scampered to the bathroom. Betty came in and rinsed the bag out in the sink as I sat on the toilet blasting enema water out like a fire hose. She hung the bag on the back of the bathroom door and left the room. As I was sitting there I started thinking about the magical sensations of the hose being inserted into my ass and that warm soapy water filling me up. So as soon as I was done expelling I got off the pot and crept over to the partially closed door. With my back to the door I grabbed the enema hose, bent over and slid it up my ass. It felt so good! But I must have made some kind of noise in the process as I heard Betty coming down the hall. She busted in the bathroom and while she didn't catch me with the hose up my butt, she did see that I was up off the toilet and made me leave the bathroom. I tried to say that I wasn't done but she didn't buy it and made me come out. I really wanted to play with that nozzle some more.

Since my mother always used a large bulb syringe on me that was my first bag enema and one that I will never forget. Thank you Betty! Betty gave me many more soapy bag fulls after that. Always with Mildred helping her, and even though I much enjoyed the wonderful sensations of receiving an enema I hated the sheer humiliation of being given one against my will. Of course I would love it now! I have always wondered if my mother knew that Betty was giving me enemas or if Betty had her approval. Mom probably would be glad that she didn't have to do it then.

That's my story and I'm sticking to it!

I have to add something to my post no. 8th:

I had to address my mother's friend as "Aunt Erika", even though she wasn't related to us. That should certainly inspire confidence.

"Aunt Erika will now show you how to do it properly." I perceived her appearance alone as a threat, and this sentence...

If mom wanted to know from her how she could do something better or Erika brought something new, I had to serve as a test dummy. Erika would then give me an enema and Mom would do it again.

I was never asked for my opinion on it.

@aquarius how old were you

@aquarius how old were you

I can remember the first enemas from around the age of 5. I received the last one when I was about 13. That's when I got my first hard-on when mom gave me a high enema with a rubber colon tube.

"Aunt Erika" partially, or even significantly, influenced my enemas during this time.

I don't mean to invade what appears to be "The Good Ole Boys Club" here, but I have to agree that there seems to be a disproportionate amount of enema-giving Aunts here. Not that it's inplausible just, amazed at how plethoric it is in fact or fantasy. Perhaps, off topic but to chime in for the females here, I had a really stupid crush on my Uncle who is just 6 years older than me and in my mid- to late teens often fantasized about getting an enema from him, but for better or worse, that's as far as it went. We are still the closest of friends!

I don't mean to invade what appears to be "The Good Ole Boys Club" here, but I have to agree that there seems to be a disproportionate amount of enema-giving Aunts here. Not that it's inplausible just, amazed at how plethoric it is in fact or fantasy.

I do not think it fantasy. In my instance it was my aunt giving suppositories/soap sticks, not the big time enemas mentioned here as was typical of the US. But the overall situation is still the same.

You have a mother who for various reasons prefers not to put their kids into an embarrassing situation or who finds it all a bit too icky and physically messy and off-putting to do it all herself (like my mother) and who then fobs off the job to a sister of theirs. Preferably one who does like all the attendant embarrassment caused to the kids, or to one who likes the 'nursing' aspect or likes the more intimate aspects of taking care of bowel movements, dressing up kids cutely and such.

I had one aunt who was like that. She really liked having an excuse to bathe me and my cousin together, give suppositories and such. Nothing inappropriate. She simply liked doing those things. And she was very kind as well, spoiling us kids with ice cream galore on outings or comic books.

There truly are aunts who connect better with nephews/nieces and get things done with less fuss than if it were done by actual mothers.

Why would there be a 'Good Ole Boys Club' on this matter?

Only 3 of the 28 posts (5 if you count neighbors, grandmothers or babysitters) talk about actually getting an enema from an aunt so I don’t see a good old boys club here. Even amongst the vanilla folks of the “enema era” I don’t see it being that odd for an aunt/relative administering as enemas were used regularly for young children, Given many members here were brought up during a period where enemas were the prescribed cure for almost any ailment, I don’t think it wierd or abusive that extended adult family members administered them for perceived medical reasons.

@agracier said,

There truly are aunts who connect better with nephews/nieces and get things done with less fuss than if it were done by actual mothers.

When my siblings and I were growing up mom’s two teenage sisters were tasked with taking care of us. It started at an early age long before we started grade school. Mom and dad lived with her parents during that time, and grandma being a retired RN, used us to teach her two younger daughters how to take care of children. That included giving us a bath, shower, enemas, first aid, or the occasional spanking when the need arose. Once mom and dad got their own house, we still spent a lot of time at grandmas and the two girls continued to take care of us in the evening whenever we were there. Which was a convenient time to spank us if we’d gotten in trouble during the day, or enemas if mom or grandma thought we needed a couple before our bath or shower. If they spanked us at bath time, we always got an enema afterwards, whether mom or grandma had ordered it or not. We preferred getting enemas from our aunts, because they let us play around and investigate one another, unlike mom or grandma. The only downside was, when they spanked us, they spanked longer and harder than mom, dad, or grandma. Mom and grandma used a hairbrush and dad used his belt. But compared to the girl's spankings, they were over fairly quick. Tho the girls only used their bare hand, by the time they finished with their long hard spanking, it stung worse than grandma's hairbrush or dad's belt. This continued until grandma taught us personal hygiene as preteens and enemas became our responsibility.