What did you say to avoid getting an enema

I never ever tried to avoid one, even in childhood, as I vaguely recall enjoying the very few I had from mom. In my teens and 20’s I discovered the rest of my 5-6 kinks, including both enemas and later D/s roles, mostly taking enemas as a sub to my exes’ Domme. However, as her enema sub, even though I did a lot of moaning and begging her for “stop, no more enema,” “no more water,” and “please don’t give me an enema, Mistress,” it was just part of my sub persona and I really wanted her to ignore me and give me as much enema as she liked. The larger and longer the better. Also, when I discovered colonics in my 20’s, I immediately loved them and sought out as many as I could afford. After the first few, I frankly told my colonic therapists that I really enjoyed the extremely full feelings, and to please give me as much volume for as much hold time as they were permitted. I really miss those.

Eric

Even though I didnt get enemas growing up. I got suppositories occasionally. I’d never refuse them when my mom said I needed one. And today if some one told me I needed a enema i would definitely not refuse it I’d be saying when where and how much water.

I never squawked about getting an enema as I enjoyed them and looked forward to the next one. Go figure

As a 9+ boy I said a lot of ridiculous “No Enema” stuff. None of it ever worked no matter how pitiful sounding I made it. The thumb & forefinger separated my small butt cheeks and the nozzle was inserted fully and the clamp unclicked. It was always something like: “The Dr.says you need to get a enema”.

In my family we never got enemas for any reason. My parents did not give them to me or to my sister. If we needed punishment, it was done in other ways. I remember getting a good hard whipping on with a belt on my bare butt if I needed punishment. The same was done to my sister if she needed punishment. If we both needed punishment at the same time, it was not done in private. We both were naked and given our whippings together. We did get one choice on the whippings if they were together. That choice was who gets whipped first. Sometimes it was me and sometimes it was my sister. After the whippings our butts were a nice deep red and it was hard to sit for a few hours, sometimes even a few days.

As for enemas, I learned about them on my own. At first when I felt I needed one, I gave it to myself. Later in life it was given to me by girlfriends. I will now also take enemas fro males or females. I do like the enemas that are for punishment whether I need to be punished or not. Especially before I let another male take me anally.

Lol… probably something like, "gee Mom, O.K. if I have to." While concealing my enthusiasm for the wonderous event.

Like others, I faked tummy trouble to get enemas. Always careful not to overdo it.

In my case, nothing I said or did would avoid getting an enema when mom or grandma decided it was time. The effort at hiding in the closet when very young was futile, and resulted in a whoopin' and being held down until I finally capitulated. When the doctor, or his nurse, suggested/ordered an enema, there was no avoiding the outcome.

As I got older, enemas weren't something I loathed. I still disliked getting them from mom or grandma, but losing other privileges wasn't worth the argument. Even into my teens, losing access to the car or going out with friends, was too great of a price to pay, for avoiding their decision to give me an enema.

I've alluded to this in a few other posts. When I came home after surgeries, I knew that my bowels would be of concern. If I had teased my sisters, I usually got it in the end. If I refused to go to the store and buy mom a new enema bag, my driving privileges would be restricted. The bottom line is, if mom was going to give me an enema, there was little I could do or say. At best, I might be able to postpone the event for a little while.

Besides, by then I enjoyed enemas so much that I just preferred some time and privacy to address my own needs. Of course, I seldom refused some help from a few trusted souls.

I knew that an enema was something mom enjoyed doing with me. And naturally wanting to please mom, I did not avoid what became a kind of play time for us.

Once I knew that I had to have an enema, my tummy filled with butterflies and I became weak in the knees. I couldn't catch my breath so I usually just began whimpering and sniffling and by the time she had it ready I was a basket case full of inconsolable crying tears….. “no, mommy- I don't need an enema….. please mommy”. I was so exposed with my skinny pale smooth white legs and bare bottom and so embarrassed- especially if grandma was helping. Lots of crying and real tears….. yep I was an emotional wreck. Now however, I take my enemas like a good little boy…..https://en.zity.biz/gallery/image/87220

The most memorable thing not saying anything but to run outside and climb up on a ladder leaning against the house (always there to adjust TV antenna) and I sat up there watching my mom come outside wandering around looking and calling for me. I was not found right away. but when she did the tactic ended up in me getting a rapid fire otk bare bottom spanking with a hairbrush and then two enemas, one soapy and one rinse with clear water). We both look back and laugh about it now, but mom, although she remained her cool and was not angry, was effective correcting my behavior in that I never pulled that stunt again. lol Denise

"No grandmother, I don't need ... you always give me an enema ... please, please, I don't want to, I'm ashamed". I have never been able to change her mind!

I never got a enema growing up. I got suppositories and I never refused or put up a fuss about getting one and I don’t believe I’d ever of given a fuss if I got a enema as well

The most memorable thing not saying anything but to run outside and climb up on a ladder leaning against the house (always there to adjust TV antenna) and I sat up there watching my mom come outside wandering around looking and calling for me. I was not found right away. but when she did the tactic ended up in me getting a rapid fire otk bare bottom spanking with a hairbrush and then two enemas, one soapy and one rinse with clear water). We both look back and laugh about it now, but mom, although she remained her cool and was not angry, was effective correcting my behavior in that I never pulled that stunt again. lol Denise

@Denise I would've loved to seen that. LMAO 😁

Never said anything to avoid them! Always ready and wanting to get them. I was not in a family that did them, so I had to self administer them to myself discreetly. Same goes for now! Would love to find a partner into discreet play meetings.

I would simply say “please no, I don’t need it”. I only recall it working once when my mum walked in with bulb in hand into my bedroom as I was getting ready to sleep. For some reason I convinced her not to stick the nozzle in my bum and squeeze away. Another time, this time on the bathroom floor lying on my stomach, accepting that an enema was going to happen, I begged to only give me a “little bit”. Mum said ok, I’ll just give you a little one. But I’m sure to this day she still squirted the entire bulb into me. At the time I hated enemas, but these memories now turn me on.

My tank is already full, sorry!

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Za

In the case that I refused an enema my mother said nothing, but I received my dose castor oil hidden in a cup with warm milk.

I use to wish for enemas but my mom was wicked anti enema but i had 7 Aunts that were over the top pro enema and my Aunt Edna was the all time enema queen , she had well over 200 enema bags and boxes of nozzles and hoses and colon tubes all in a custom built closet in her bathroom and i use to stay at her house on weekends and school vacations , she had horses , and she would do an enema in the morning and before bed every single day and on the weekends her sisters would come over for the day around a 12 to 14 hour day and just do enemas , but i think my mom told my Aunt that if she gave me an enema there would be hell to pay and my Aunts knew i was so craving for them to do enemas on me , but instead i got the second best thing , a lot of spankings from her and i use to adore her spankings , i miss my Aunts a lot

I only try to hide 😂 but it never worked

No argument could convince my mother not to do the upcoming enema. All my troubles and efforts have always been in vain.

Hm, actually everything could have been simpler; stand still and endure the procedure without comment...; but unfortunately I was knitted differently and I always encountered stress on this topic.

I learned from a very early age that once mom determined an enema was necessary, nothing I could say would deter her. And because I realized my destiny, willful compliance and participation became the norm. After all, she was right. It feels good to be cleaned out.

Are you serious? Why would I want to avoid an enema?

When I was escorted to the bathroom and found out I was going to receive an enema, I told mom that I didn't need one ... I went to the bathroom that morning. She told me I DIDNT go that morning and that I had not "gone" for a few days. I was told to take off my PJs and lay in the tub on my side. I was going to get an ENEMA!

No amount of begging, pleading or groveling dissuaded her from inserting that nozzle. Never talked my way out.