Aunt as enema giver ?

@Carly1988, I don't think your crush on your uncle was unusual or "stupid," if he was close to your age, attractive, and nice to you. It's unfortunate you could not ask him to fulfill your fantasies. The only way I can think of would be if your parents left town for a day or more and you stayed with him and complained of severe constipation.

None of my aunts ever gave me an enema. However, the first enema was given to me by a neighbor (female). I called this neighbor "auntie".

My mother was good at doing an enema. She sometimes gave enemas to the children of our relatives and friends. For the children of the family, my mother was an aunt doing enemas.

My mother and her sister, my aunt, gave me 2 fleet enemas when they hit the market in the 60s. i was constipated according to jewish mother law and needed a cleaning out cause i was sick. it was a rainy day and auntie came in the big bedroom with the new enemas you didnt need to make in the sink with soapy water and a red, black tipped, rectal syringe. mom said lets give it to him and see if it works well enough. i had already spit out the suppository with a poor result. so, i was whisked up. only 4 years old, stripped and auntie sat on the stool my mom had in the big bathroom fully mirrored all around. i rememeber lookking in the mirror, crying, and auntie holding my buttocks open. mom thought the nozzle was not prelubed enough so i could see her face as she put a dollop of vaseline on the finger and then in my rectum. i howled at that. finger out, rectal syringe in. her face showing interest in my reaction when she squeezed it, pretty firm to as thats the way she always gave 4 soapy water bulb fulls that were delivered across my fathers lap. anyway, it didnt seem enough as i didnt mind that much so auntie wanted to give me the second one she brought over. now, im across moms lap and she is holding my buttocks open. auntie delivered and i was held in place. i wanted to go but had to wait 5 minutes. after, they both watched me deliver a few good bms and were satisfied it worked. i never got the red bulb again until i used it on my self and sister but thats another story.

I have read in several posts surprise that so many aunts seemed to be on enema duty.

I don't think the question/issue is are there really so many aunts who gave enemas as it is, how surprising is it that for the few who were given enemas by mothers and aunts a number have shown up on Zity?

Simply having a Zity account likely puts one into the rare group of those whose early experiences led to a later kink and then, among that group is it really so disproportionate to have a number of us with fond memories of enema giving aunts?

In the real world having an uncle, or aunt, who taught you how to golf, or fish, is likely quite uncommon. Join a family golf or fishing site and the skimming off the top process will likely throw up golfing and fishing aunts and uncles.

I have read in several posts surprise that so many aunts seemed to be on enema duty.

I surmise that many mothers may not have liked the intimate aspects of this activity and might also have been put off by the messiness of the whole process.

But there are some of their sisters who might not have minded, especially those who went into nursing or care-giving. So why not fob the job off on to the aunt?

Although my aunt was the administrator of the enema, she was present when I received one and because of the distance between where she lived and where we lived, she was a stranger.

When I was 14, my mother and I visited her sister in California. My aunt was a teacher. As her daughters were grown and not at home, she introduced me to a couple of her favorite students so I would have someone to hang out with during my stay. I went to a dance with them the first night and I ate some junk food. The next day I went sightseeing and to the beach then a party.

The following day at lunch my mom observed that I was feeling well and asked if my stomach was upset. When I answered in the affirmative, she said. “I’m sure an enema would fix you up.” My mother offered to give me an enema was not unusual. Ordinarily, I would have agreed but there was another person in the room. Although she was my aunt, I had only been around her a few times because of the geographical distance between us. Much to my dismay, my aunt Marion interjected. “Everything you’ll need is in the bathroom.” When I blushed with embarrassment, Marion responded. “Come on Diane, there’s no need to be embarrassed. I assure you that your Mom and I were no strangers to enemas growing up.” Mom added. “The sooner we get it over with; the sooner you’ll feel better.” She then asked Marion if she would show her where everything was. I knew there was no use protesting. Mom’s mind was made up and her sister seemed to agree. Although I had learned to take enemas and cooperate instead of fighting them as I did when I was younger, I felt very uncomfortable walking to the bathroom with my mother and an almost stranger.

When we got to the bathroom, Marion opened the closet door and took a red open-top syringe off the back of the door. She unscrewed a white vaginal nozzle and replaced it with a white rectal one which she took out of a plastic cup on a shelf inside the closet. She handed the bag to my mother then she handed Mother some Ivory soap which she procured from a shelf inside her closet. Mom started mixing the soapsuds in the sink and filled the bag. When the bag was filled, Marion pointed to a hook on the wall at the end of the tub. Marion said. “I always positioned mine over the edge of the tub for it.” Good God, things were moving much too quickly. She handed Mom some KY jelly and Mom lubed the nozzle. Knowing there was no way out and wanting to show some courage, I quickly removed my shorts and panties and knelt over the edge of the tub putting me in an almost knee-chest position. My bottom was the apex of my body and, of course, in full view to those present.

To my dismay, Marion made no attempt to leave the room. Although I couldn’t see her, I could feel her presence behind me. I was very sub-conscience about having my young ass on view to an almost stranger. Worse yet was when Mom parted my cheeks exposing my most intimate orifice for insertion. When my mom unclipped the stop, starting the solution flowing, I began to take quick deep breaths as I had been taught at home. Marion commented. “She is a lot more cooperative than mine ever were.” Mom added. “She really is a great patient.” Although I had mom stop the flow twice because of cramps, I took the full bag without incident. Both Mom and Marion commented on how well I took it.

After I held it for a few minutes, I requested and was granted privacy to expel the soap suds enema. Mom gave me a follow-up rinse enema of backing soda with I took without incident. Again, my aunt, Marion, was present for the administration; however, the second enema was easier to take not only from a physical aspect but also from a mental one as well.

It was Christmas time and my mother and I were visiting her brother and his wife for several days. After all the presents were open and dinner concluded my cousin and I were enjoying a lot of Christmas candy for dessert and had also been eating a lot earlier. My aunt noticed this and warned us that if we didn’t stop, she was going to have to give us both a big enema. My mom spoke up at this and said “she didn’t think that would stop me from enjoying any more sweets, in fact the promise of an enema would probably cause me to eat even more!” I think my mom knew something about me that I thought was my own private secret.