I hope this is where we are supposed to post our most embarrassing enema. You might not think my experience was all that embarrassing, but it was for me. I know this happened in 1950 because I had my ninth birthday on the train on our way back to California from Texas. So I know this all happened while I was still eight, and while we were staying at my favorite boy cousin’s house in Slaton, Texas.
The day we arrived we all went on a family reunion picnic. I can remember eating a lot of watermelon at the picnic, and thought that was what made me feel sick that following day. In fact, because of that I didn’t eat watermelon for two or three years after that, just in case. But whatever had caused me to get sick my mother decided a nice hot soapy enema would do me some good. Of course, because my mother had packed light for our train trip she had to borrow my aunt’s, her sister’s, enema bag. I remember not wanting to take an enema from a strange bag, or in a strange bathroom for that matter, but of course I wasn’t given a choice.
So my mother escorted me into my aunt’s bathroom and stripped me totally naked. Then I had to just stand there and watch while she prepared my enema. When all was done my aunt’s big bulging red rubber bag was hanging from a hook on the wall, and I was made to lean over a towel that had been placed over the edge of my aunt’s claw footed bathtub while my mother sat on the closed toilet lid for her comfort and convenience. Then my anus and rectum were lubed, and not just on the outside, but deep inside by my mother’s fully inserted finger. That always humbled me and made my penis feel real funny, but I was used to that because that was how my mother always prepared me for my enemas. But because of the huge oddly shaped enema bag and the unfamiliar surroundings, it all added up to be quite threatening.
Then came the nozzle. It was both bigger around and longer than what I was used to. My cousin was always bragging that things were bigger and better in Texas, and that nozzle caused me believe him when it was twisted up my butt. It felt so big in my rectum that I couldn’t help but wonder how many times that very nozzle had been up my cousin’s butt. I don’t think I had any kind of boy crush on him, but he did have a real cute fanny that I couldn’t stop thinking about all the time my mother kept working that huge bulbous nozzle in my rectum as it squirted warm soapy water up my behind.
Then, just as I was beginning to feel full, the bathroom door suddenly swung open and my uncle stuck his head in. I can’t remember what he and my mother talked about, but I do remember that his eyes were all but glued to my naked fanny as my mother continued to work that big enema nozzle around in my fully distended rectum. I wanted to tell my mother to stop the enema because I was too full. But because I also didn’t want to draw attention to the fact that I was being given an enema right before my uncle’s eyes, I kept my mouth shut while the hot soapy water just kept coming and coming.
Only after I felt as if I might pop did I scream out for my mother to stop my enema. By that time, even though I was still bent over the edge of the bathtub I was wiggling my fanny and doing a little enema urgency dance right in front of my uncle while trying with all of my might to hold my enema in. That’s when my uncle said, “You better not let any of that leak on my bathroom floor or I’ll paddle your canoe!” And then he finally pulled his head back and close the door.
My mother shut the flow off, withdrew that big nozzle, and then took me in her lap where she held cuddled me while I held my enema. I don’t remember for sure if she stuck her finger back up my butt to help me hold my enema, but that wouldn’t have surprised me as that was something she often did. Either way that was my most embarrassing enema even though I didn’t get my uncle’s little “paddle my canoe” joke until my cousin explained it to me the next day.