Not much enemas received during my childhood, so I remember them all starting from 2 years of age.I was on parents bed standing on knees and elbows,while my Mom injected some camomile tea using small orange rubber bulb with long tip.Although nothing was unpleasant I was scared and Mom used her dominating status to keep me at bay.
Next time I was around 4 and had to stay in bed for days as I got pneumonia(one of them),since my bowels didn't bother to move my Mother had a go with Bitter Salt, dissolved in warm water I had to drink.As this didn't helped Mom insisted on enema.I had to kneel on floor, she used bigger rubber bulb with hard plastic nozzle and very lightly soaped water.Of coarse I protested as much I could but you know the end,also I didn't felt better after this enema, because how could you feel at all hading pneumonia.
Suppositories were another branch of story,my Mom or Granny used them now and then during my illnesses mostly by doctor's prescription,as medicine administration, not to evacuate.
Next big time was in Children's Hospital, me having 6 years.I was very badly constipated after New Year's party in my Kindergarten(too much sweets of too low quality) and worse still I
had pain in stomach.Being afraid of appendicitis my Mom took me to hospital, where still in reception two doctors-man and woman examined me and called a nurse to give me enema.Remember I got only bulb enemas up to this moment,but when nurse came in bringing white enameled metal can with long orange rubber tube and smooth, shiny black tip on the end, I somehow understood my fate.No protests of course.Nurse was around her 40ties I think and very strict. I had to lower my pants and turn on the left side with legs drawn close.My mother had to hold enema can while nurse inserted the slippery plastic instrument in my tightest hole.After few minutes and the inevitable"good boy"for being submissive I was allowed to toilet where I expelled with curiosity and interest.After first gush I thought it's all(total lack of experience)cleaned myself and prepared to return to reception as I had to run back and another gush.Now,this time it's all I thought and, you guess,I returned 3 or4 times.
After this ,professionally given enema I admit, I felt better.But only a moment because the women doctor returned and made the very move,which put me on enema addiction.She ordered me to stand on all four with butt sticking in high,put on rubber glove and after lubricating my rectum inserted two fingers in my butt.To this day I can't understand what she looked for,but what I found is this special pleasure to give up in womens hands.
Now I'm 40 and I use all of positions for enemas, one of my favorite being Sim's position for large amount(up to 4 litres)enemas with rectal tube.