So far I've read all about people who got the big kind of enemas (red hot water bottle with hose & nozzle) but there has been no mention of receiving a fleet enema as a kid from a grown up. As an adult I will say that enemas feel good, both the big kind and small 4 oz. fleet kind, but that was not the case when I was a little kid. I only got one fleet enema by my mom and I never wanted one again. Prior to that she had only used suppositories which I think I secretly liked, just like I secretly liked rectal temps 😃. A suppository would go in slow and be cold and I'd feel it slide down inside my ass as it melted.
I hoping others will be able to share their stories with me so I can find out if I wasn't the only one who had a traumatic experience with this.
I remember originally being caught off guard because I thought I was just going to be getting a suppository like all the other times that I had been constipated. But my mom told me she was going to give me an enema instead. I had no idea what an enema was but figured how much different could it be from a suppository? I was quite wrong about that. Mom had me take off my bottoms and lay down on the bed. I watched with my head kind of turned over my shoulder as mom took this small bottle with liquid in it out of a green & white box. I was old enough to understand the basics of how the enema thing was going to work. I guess I looked forward again staring at the wall when mom sat on the bed next to me because I never saw her insert the enema bottle in my ass. All I know is that something that felt much bigger than a rectal thermometer slid quickly inside me. I let out a gasp. It wasn't until years later that I discovered that fleet nozzles are pre-lubricated. I never saw the part where my mom took off the little cap that goes over the nozzle. Everything happened rather fast. Anyway, all of a sudden I felt completely invaded (although the nozzle did feel kind of good when it slide in) and helpless. Mom began to squeeze the bottle and immediately I began to panic because the enema solution started to sting really badly (others refer to it as burning) and I started to say, "That's enough, o.k., no more." but mom kept squeezing and said it would be over quickly. Nevertheless the stinging was so strong that I unwillingly began to cry and struggle with my arms and legs going up and down pounding the bed. I had no idea what time frame "quickly" was suppose to be as it seemed like the enema/pain was never going to stop, finally I yelled out that I wanted to go poop and to stop so I could go use the toilet. It was probably about the same time that the bottle had run empty (a 4 oz. enema doesn't take that long as I found out later on in life). As soon as mom stopped squeezing, the stinging stopped, and I felt her slide the nozzle out of my ass, slower than when she had inserted it. The removal, just like the insertion, felt good. Mom told me I should lie there and wait a minute or two for the enema to really work but I told her that I wanted to go immediately which she allowed. I had to clench my ass/rectum as I ran to the bathroom in order to not evacuate on the floor because I could feel the strong urge to poop almost as soon as I had gotten off the bed and stood up. I remember a ton of poop coming out of me as soon as I had sat down on the toilet. I couldn't believe it. I was on the toilet a real long time. Every time I thought I might be finished, more poop would come out. I must of been really constipated, which might of been the reason that my mom used an enema instead of a suppository on me.
The whole experience was quite embarrassing and humiliating for me, however, and maybe somebody can explain the psychological factor to me, because as an adult, enemas, and that experience, are very erotic to me.