I probably did not get as many enemas as many of our readers. However. wow holidays seem to coincide with my mom getting out the combination bag from our linen closet. One was Easter and the other Halloween. Both days seemed to coincide with my brother and I consuming large amounts of candy with the guaranteed stomach ache the following day.
So every Easter Monday and the day or two after Halloween I could expect to be summoned to the bathroom for what mom referred to as "a good cleaning out".
There, lying naked from the waist down over an old throw rug on the floor, I would find myself struggling to retain several quarts of crampy soap- suds while my mom held the bulging, red combination bag high over my head. Presiding over the ritual with thinly disguised glee, she would encourage me saying: "hold in as much as you can honey Otherwise, I'll have to give you a second enema.". Truthfully, I don't recall ever having to get a second dose as the first one always produced enough achy cramps and explosive expulsion to satisfy her.
It's strange, how so many years later those memories seem clear; the feeling of her Vaseline coated finger teasing my anus open, that look on her face as she picked up the bag and dripping hose, the loud click of the metal shutoff being opened, the growing pressure deep in my stomach. So now, two days after Halloween I find myself filling up my bag with soapsuds and hanging it high, ready to repeat that hallowed ritual of days gone by. And......that's how I remember Halloween.
Did any of you get after Halloween enemas?