The early family enema was more like a swimming party, with beer for the adults. Kids did not like beer, nor feel any resentment for not getting any. I hated the stuff, but really enjoyed getting squirted up the butt and giving you a nice friendly squirt. We were way back off the road and our pump was behind the barn and chicken coop. When friends or family showed up, they always began by blowing a car horn several times and waiting to see which direction we came out from. My first 10 years were without telephone nor much social contact with people outside family and very close neighbors a quarter mile out..
The enema was a game they taught us on hot summer afternoons. Then in my 40s i learned this was something both parents enjoyed with family and friends during the 1930s. One of my dad's brother's embarrassed their two sisters by telling the stories at family gatherings. They had a water well way out in the field for crops. I don't know how the parties got started, or how word got out, but he would tell of squirting contests and big belly shows-offs, along with catch and squirt. Mother's people did not do that, but her and her little brother being the youngest of 12, found themselves ignored and left alone to themselves a lot, while their parents struggled during the great depression of the 1930s in the USA. The enema was like an automatic diversion between the two of them. Their enema beginnings were never discussed as dad's were. But the two of them would comfort one another with fondling and an enema tummy, as mom confessed at one of dad's family gatherings. We used to have a few photos of dad sporting a big enema tummy for the camera, too.
I remember winter treatments as a production affair that seemed to be part of our family bond, in the dead of winter. Every one got some with tender loving honor. So, they had two sides. I remember they had the honored red bag and fat black bone, as it was called, made of "bakelite" an early form of plastic, before there was plastic. Out doors in the summer, and indoors with news paper spread out for the receiver to lay on. We only had one indoor faucet. So, yes the winter solution was a large production on stove top with a milk thermometer floating in it. Before having toilet paper, they were proud owners of a proper red Kant-leak enema set. When i got the idea of working it for myself, i was nervous and being bold with the family secret. Wait a minute, you are reasoning about the family parties. Those were done with either a douche bulb or just backing up to the pump spill pipe just enough to get a squirt and a squeal. When they got a real Sears and Roebuck bag and hose, it was brought out, but was too formal for the fun we used to have. Except for the parents, they could really show off with a little inebriation. We tried it, of course, but there was just not enough hoot-n-holler!