How many of us lied to get enemas

I would fib to mom about not going to the bathroom knowing I would get an enema or not feeling well .I think she knew that I enjoyed them. It was easy to hint around to my aunt as well on that merit enemas seemed to get bigger I think they enjoyed it to. Anybody else do this ?

I often did but not all ways get what I wanted mum insert soap stick up instead but often get soapy enema later as well

I liked enemas and would fin to my mom about needing one. She caught on pretty quickly and simply told me to ask when I wanted one. After that mom started giving them to me more regularly so I didn't have to ask as often.

I faked stomach cramps to get out of school and get a break from my hated 5th grade teacher. I over did it and my parents got worried enough to take me to the doctor. He 'prescribed' a series of enemas to see if that helped. From that point on, I only needed to grimace as I held my gut and an enema would soon follow.

When my siblings and I were growing up in the fifties, we got enemas often enough, so we didn’t need to fake needing one. However, that’s not to say we didn’t do it, because we did occasionally. The danger in faking the need for an enema, was getting caught. It meant mom would spank us with her hairbrush first, then give us an enema. And that was something to be avoided at all costs.

When we were at our grandmothers, it was a little different. Grandma taught our two young aunts personal hygiene as preteens, plus how to take care of children. Afterwards, the girls were responsible for themselves, when it came too enemas. So, when one or all of us needed an enema, grandma delegated the job to one or both girls. She did this, so the girls would get practical experience giving enemas to others. And like us, both girls liked getting enemas. So consequently, we didn’t have to make excuses, the girls did it for us. Grandmas cure for fussy or moody kids, teenagers, or adults was a good enema. So, when the girls decided to give themselves an enema, they would tell their mom that we’re being fussy or moody. Knowing full well, their mom would tell them to give us an enema to take care of it. Once in the bathroom, the girls normally gave us an enema or two, then did likewise themselves.

I often did but not all ways get what I wanted mum insert soap stick up instead but often get soapy enema later as well

When I was 10, I was staying at grandma’s for a few days and around the third day she noticed that things were not right with me. After a few questions she determined that I had not pooped since I got there and said that an enema would make me feel better. I got small enemas with a bulb from mom and since I didn’t mind them I agreed she could give me an enema. I was surprised when she used her bag and not the bulb saying I was old enough to get an enema like grownups did. It was my first bag enema and more water in me than ever before, but I liked it.

A few weeks later I was there for a weekend and I told her that I had a tummy ache (I lied) to see if she would give me an enema with the bag again. She did. Some time later, I tried it again but I think she figured it out and told me to wait until tomorrow and tell my mom. I didn’t.

Of course there were several times that I told my wife that I needed an enema, just because I wanted one, hoping she would give me one and it would lead to other fun too. A few times she gave me one and I even managed to give her a few, but since she didn’t like getting an enema she eventually told me to do it myself.

If only I had known about them as a child not sure what i would have done knowing what I know now i would be all for it.

My best coup was during the mid 60's when I went to university.The health nurse used to come to the dining hall with her white uniform & before long my mind was scheming to relive one of my childhood hospital visits. Finally worked up the courage to visit the infirmity.I told the nurse who was near retirement that I hadn't gone to the bathroom for days.To my disappointment she gave me a laxative to take at bedtime but told me to come back if it didn't work.-That's all for now.I'm new on here & my first message was rejected.

Thanks admin. To finish my story: Of course I didn't take the laxative.I went back 2 days later & lied again.To my relief She asked If I would like an enema.---Do people live in houses? I remember taking my clothes off from the waist down,lying on my side & watching her come from the bathroom with one of those white cans with a long red colon tube,My initial embarrassment quickly turned to excitement because that's the same type of equipment a nurse used on me when I was 10 & had my tonsils out. She ended up giving me 2 large SSEs .Don't know if she noticed my erection as I was going to the bathroom,I went back for a do over 2 weeks later but she said she didn;t want to give me anymore until I saw the DR. I promised to but never did,of course, I remember her saying "You can't keep doing this(the enemas) all your life".In retrospect,I was probably thinking "Just Watch Me."

@ronniewater

Great adventure! I'm surprised a university nurse had such enema equipment at her office. Obviously you weren't the first, or likely the last, to be treated to a SSE in her office. I wonder how many gals and guys experienced a close up encounter with that same long red colon tube. I expect she kept a log, or a file, on each student who came to her office, whatever the reason. To read those would be interesting. Good reason to go back to university to study history!

Actually Linda, she told me she had never given one @ the university. She told me I was the 1st but she previously had worked in maternity where she said she had given lots there back in the day of the Triple H where enemas were used prior to delivery.Not sure where she got the can.I was sure glad she used that.I masturbated for days after.LOL

Thanks for the reply, Ronnie.

Looks like you were even luckier than I thought.

Wonder why she'd brought the can to the office if she wasn't using it?

So glad for you she had it and used it!

Linda

Linda .I remember the nurse told me she had borrowed the enema can from a nurse friend of hers the day before because she thought I might need one after my first visit.

One of the methods I would use to invite the word enema to a conversation was to feign discomfort when a girlfriend would play with my asshole during love making. I would explain how great it felt but was too full to feel comfortable with the wonderful intrusion. Hopefully the word "enema" would come up as a solution to the temporary problem. That would usually begin a new addition to our "love making".