Suppository memories of my youth

I was given suppositories by my mother from an early age...I assume because I suffered from constipation. From a very young age 2-3 she would have known, but I guess later on in life this was more guess work/intuition and was probably justified if I spent ages on the loo.

However, I did fear the process, was always quiet and didn't complain. I think I was mainly taken to my bed, and told that I was going to be given a suppository. I lay face down, my pants etc were pulled down, my mother then prepared a glycerin suppository by melting and moistened it in warm water. She parted my checks with one hand....the tense moment waiting for the insertion was over quickly, as she then inserted it deep up into my bottom. It was a strange uncomfotable feeling, her finger, pushing a supposo up inside me, her withdrawal, and the resultant supposo causing a warming feeling in my bottom gradually increasing with time.

The feeling was completed with a sense of relief and some self-embarasssment as I got progressively older. I don't think that I was ever asked to retain it, and I don't think she ever timed me, as the supposo always had the desired effect within 30 mins, and I never tried to prematurely eject it. I was only ever given one single suppository at a time, never 2 or 3 sequentially as others have explained.

The only time I complained, was once on basis of the actual size of the glycerin suppository, (and these were the smaller child size) stating it was "too big for me". My mother duly cut the 'rubber bullet' using a razor blade removing a section off the larger rear part and which I was then shown with the reduced overall size, and then asked if this was ok, which I nodded in acceptance. Like other posts I feared suppositories at the time, but later on in life have found a strange fanscination with them. I now understand the white suppository I received was in fact a Dulcolax brand/type.

I confess to even asking several different girl friends to give me a suppository (on medical grounds), only one refused, the other two were confident and seemed indifferent to the concept when asked, which I foumd suprising since neither had been asked to do this before.

Do others ask their partners to do this for them...and if so is this on a medical basis, and or, more for stimulation?

When I was little my babysitter made ​​me glycerin suppositories made ​​me lay on the bed and put it in depth

Suppositories was a Sunday morning ritual when I was small. In the 50s they were much more potent than now and the 15 minutes I had to hold them was torture. Probably helped me learn to tell time more than anything else back then.

What a funny thing, how anal' I am now... I recall at about 5 years of age bending over and feeling like I was being ripped apart as mother's finger followed a supository up my back-side. Maybe it was an experience that help 'form' who I have become today 😃

My first remembrance is when I was about 10 . I was sick but I was crying cause I didn't want my mom to give me a suppo. My dad forced me on his knee and pull my pants down . I remember mom telling him to hold me down and she parted my cheeks while I was kicking and crying and she inserted it up my anus

SUNDAY NIGHT RITUAL. Often as a kid sunday nights meant I had to stand on a kitchen stool and have a bottom inspection to see if I was "full" If i was, this meant having 2 suppositories to open my bowels,followed by a hot bath to help them melt.then i was allowed to expell, returning to the bath to clean up.

I always used to be given suppositories as a child from an early age of about 4/5 as I never used to go to the toilet and my stomach used to become quite bloated.

I was never told in advance I was going to get them. All I knew was when I was called into the kitchen by my Mum mainly, but sometimes my Grandmother and told to kneel on the kitchen stool.

I then saw them run the supps under hot water from the tap and then push it up inside my bottom. On some occasions I was given soap up my bottom too which I remember used to sting like mad and made me cry. I was then made to hold them for a while until the pain inside me was really intense and stinging and only then was I given permission to go to the toilet to drop my load.

:'( Well I as a child usually suffered from constipation ocassionally. I was very small when my mom started with suppositories (abt 2 yrs) and those forced insertions continued until I had entered teens. One of the experiences i remember vividly as that was the time when i started to protest taking suppos and in a weird way my fetish for them started...

I was around 7 yrs(as far as I recall). It was a sunday coz both my parents were at home!! We had breakfast and when after 10 in the morning i did not goo to the bathroom my mom was worried and asked if i was holding poo. I had not and i simply dint feel the urge to go.Soon it was afternoon and my mum said if i wudnt go by evening she wud give me suppositories. I at once dreaded it and later that evening pretented having to poop, went to the bathroom and sat there for a good 15mins without pooing.

Next day i had scul and after breakfast i felt a very subtle urge to poop. I went and sitting on the toilet pushed, but no poops. I had a few farts and how much harder i pushed nothing ever came out.I knew i would be late and went off to school(i made sure my parents dint know i had been withholding). Now it was tuesday and just after finishing breakfast i felt I really needed to poo. I rushed to the toilet and sitting there for a good hlf an hour strained ,crying but cudnot push the poo out. I knew i had to tell mum, but i thought later dat day (at night perhaps) i wud drink water and push it all down.

Immature as I was i completely forgot about pooping and stuff and that night went to bed after dinner. I simply did not realise that i hadnt pooped for 3 DAYS....

It was around dawn when i started having horrible stomach cramps. My parents at once got worried and mum kept on asking if i felt like having to go to potty. She even asked if i had been pooping alright for the past days. I was in so much pain dat I barely heard wat she was telling. I recall i was given warm water and was asked to sit ton the potty(though i did not poop) and finally in the morning the pain subsided. My mum asked "Did u poop properly yesterday? Tell me the truth." I was too frightened to lie anymore and told mum that i hadnt pooped at all. I had never seen her so angry.....

The next thing i knew was I was slapped hard and was pulled on over to the bed with my mum pulling down my pants. she said i wud be receiving a suppository rightaway. I cried and wriggled so much dat she had to call my elder bro(HOW EMBARRASING) and pinned me to the bed. I tried to cover my anus but she got the suppository in. I squirmed and somehow the suppo poped out melting all over.Now mum called dad. dad held me tight with my legs over my stomach while mum slowly inserted the suppo. All the while i had been crying("I dont want them"). About an hour passed and when i had not pooped my mum brought an ivory soap and started cutting it. I was fearful again coz i had never seen mum doing this.....after a few minutes she arrived near the bed with stick(i later knew it was a SOAP STICK). Once again my dad pinned me down ,pulling up my legs. I protested ,screamed but my mum smacked my butt, and quickly i felt sumthing up my anus. Seconds later i Started HOWLING and tried to wriglle it out as it kept on stinging and burning my asshole. I cried and begged mum to take the thing out. But i remeber mum holding it in my anus so long that my howls brought a few worried neighbours into my room( God!! Hell lot of embarrasment)!!

Finally the sting became so bad.. I knew i had to go to the potty and i told mum. I had a massive dump and mum said "Dont u dare lie like dat again..U see, when u are constipated , i WILL give you suppository in your poophole"...

Well , I hav never resisted from then on and now i myself give suppos to my son....Quite a story!!!! 😃

Jennie, that was very much my sort of experience. Lying was no use though because my mum kept a "doodoo diary" so she knew when we'd done, and how much we'd done.

I don't remember specifically being spanked for trying to wriggle out of getting the suppository - I think they knew the insertion was punishment enough.

And I was getting soap sticks interchangeably with glycerin suppositories, from the age of about 1.

Have you ever had to re-enact a similar scenario with your son (the lying and the punishment)?

I would first get a suppository and if that did not work I would get scared because mom would than make a ivory soap stick. She would make me lay on my back and would push my legs up to my chest. She would than push the soap stick in as far as her finger would go in. I would start crying as she held her finger in deep and held it in and would wait till the soap stick was melted before her finger came out. She would smack my bare ass if I kicked. If she was not happy with my results the enema bag came out and it was used till she was happy with the results. I was not happy if it came to doing all I was glad when the enema bag was started first to fix my constipation problem.

A couple of times my mother thought that maybe using a suppository was less fuss than fixing an enema. On one occasion she inserted a suppository in me and I expelled it only a couple of minutes later with no results. Rather than repeat the process I was soon given an enema, which of course really worked.

I got suppositories from my aunty and grandma if I so much as showed signs of a belly ache(sometimes if I busted something of thiers as well). My very first one was suggested by grandma and was to be given by my mother... I hid under a blanket as she pulled it out of the jar and recieved a swift spanking to go with it! Along with threats of cousin Steve pinning me down if I "kept it up". I fought it hard, Kicking and screaming( much to my younger brother's amusement) All of this while me,mom and my brother were staying in a pickup camper(topper) behind my cousin's house. I still remember that day( and hear about it too!)

One of the few memories I have is when I was about 6 I was really constipated so my mom bent me over her knee in the bathroom and shoved 2 glycerine suppositories up my butt. She made me stay over her knee for a good 10 minutes to give them time to melt. About an hour I still hadn't pooped so she again made me lay over her knee and inserted two more. This happened 2 more times until I finally fell asleep.

23skidoo, isn't that the kind of overdose that makes you strain too hard to expel the glycerin, and get a fissure?

Usually glycerin will lubricate the bowel and draw water into the rectum, softening things up. It is not significantly absorbed in the time it will remain in the rectum. I'm surprised that 23 skidoo did not fill her panties while asleep.

I remember getting aspirin suppositories as a small child for being difficult taking normal medicine. They were awful feeling, and i immediately regretted my willfulness in not taking the normal medicine.

A few times as a kid and teenager I was given acetaminophen suppositories for fever and Gravol suppositories for nausea or vomiting but most often I was given glycerine suppositories (and sometimes Dulcolax suppositories during my teens) for constipation. A laxative was usually my mother's first resort if I was constipated or cranky or had eaten a lot of junk food, but if a bedtime dose of laxative didn't make me have to go as soon as I work up the next morning, she would give me a suppository to help it along. If I still hadn't gone in 20 minutes, she would give me a hot soapsuds enema.

When i was young about 12 (i think) i started to look around for suppositories. In medicine cabinets in those days there where always some suppositories left. I tought one or 2 less no one will know. So it started at my home after that i found some at: granny, aunt, neighbour. Mostly i would use there rectal thermometer to. This is how the love started.

My experiences were exactly the same as those of Chris. I was quite young - about 4 - and somehow my Mum always knew when I was constipated. Initially, she'd try encouragement, but eventually, she'd threaten a "pill-in-bottom" and, when i still couldn't go, send me to my room to have one.

Mine came in a tin. I hated seeing them all lined up and ready. I had to pull down my trousers and pants, and lie face down on the bed. When it was time, she'd order me to open my legs, and once I had, pull my cheeks apart, and insert the suppository. A really, really strange feeling - the parted cheeks, and slight burning as it went it. Then, when I stood up, I could feel it cold and uncomfortable inside me. After a few seconds, that feeling went, and was then replaced with a burning sensation that I hated. I clenched, and fidgeted and nothing made it better. Eventually, I'd need to go, and would rush to the toilet so that the burning sensation would end. Usually, I'd look in after I had been, and the suppository would be lying there in the water, and I couldn;t believe how much it hurt inside my bottom. Hate it - and love it!

Regarding all these postings upon "Suppository memories of my youth" suppositories are inserted in the bum of children as instruments of torture. Suppositories have to burn severely, but it is said to relieve a constipation. In comparison with this it is harmless to swallow a good dose Castor Oil together with fridged orange juice.

No memories of suppositories from my youth because i never got them . Strictly enemas in our house while growing up. Memories of suppositories from my adult life is another matter .lol. Especially after surgery, a few years ago after hernia surgery and being on pain meds which were very constipating and more recently after my shoulder surgery (again pain med induced constipation).

When I was about eight years old, I had been hospitalized because of an injury sustained in an accident. A nurse came into my room and asked if I had had a bowel movement in the last two days. I told her that I had not and she left the room. Shortly after that, she returned asking if I had ever had my temperature taken rectally. I said that I was pretty sure that I had but that I didn't remember it because I was just a baby at the time. She pulled back the blanket and told me to turn over onto my stomach. I did what I was told. All the while feeling very embarrassed to have my butt exposed to a stranger. I felt her slide something into my butt which I believed to be a thermometer. She put the blanket back up and left the room. I continued to lie on my stomach expecting her to return and take out the thermometer. I waited and waited and finally reached back to check and found no thermometer. At that time, I had no idea what a suppository even was. It was not until many years later that I realized that she actually had put a suppository in my butt. The scene has been a favorite masturbatory fantasy for many years since.

I remember mom heading to the fridge after me or my sister vomited a second time. She would tell us to turn over onto our tummies..."i'll be right back and make you better' she would go to the fridge and get a thorizine suppository then reassure assure us it will all be ok and this will make us better...then the medicine was driven home.

I remember being in hospital and a nurse comes by to tell me I have to have a suppository. I was 13 at the time, and very interested in them. So I rolled onto my side and pulled my briefs down. However she did not expect this cooperativeness, she still had to get gloves from the other side of the room and also the suppository was still wrapped. So I waited for what seemed ages before she finally got around to putting it in. By that time however she was so hasty that it actually hurt.

Thanks Squidge & all other posters. I can relate to most of these posts as they have made me into the kinky person I am today. 😜

Suppositories for constipation account on the hand fingers. Instead many of paracetamol suppositories to lower fever.

My mom always gives me suppository in par it was not nice a all A’s a kid but wen i was a teen it became quite sexual for me end it was nice

Now with my wife It’s the best with her long and slim fingers ahhhhhh so nice

I received countless suppositories growing up and I hated them all. My parents gave them for constipation issues and an older cousin on the pretence of treating constipation but more I think because he liked to torment me and pay a huge amount of attention to my little bottom and other parts! Mom would would try to cajole me and talk me through the process, explaining how a suppository would help me poop like a big boy. Her explanations never did calm me down, I still put up a fuss and would cry, scream and try to run away. It never did any good as I always ended up with the supp deep inside me! My dad was far more no nonsense and often wouldn't even give notice. I might be playing or just walking around minding my own business when he would simply pick me up and lay me across his lap with no explanation and raise my legs and remove my pants and briefs and get straight on with it. I would of course still cry and try to kick my legs but whereas my mom might start off trying to console me, dad would just slap my bottom and backs of legs hard and tell me to 'hold still'. He could hold me tight as well and whereas with mom I might sometimes escape her lap (only for a short time and with a spanking to come), that was never that possibility with my father, there was no getting out of his grip. Mom would let me run around for a while until the suppository began to work, my dad on the other hand would keep his finger inserted deep inside me on the pretence of breaking up the poop, right up to the point of carrying me to the pot or toilet. He would stand and watch my expulsion, my mom allowed me privacy. As I say I hated it all back then but now it is a real turn on for me and I would love to go back to those days!

Suppositories were part of my childhood and teenage, and even now I take a suppository when it's needed, but now I know that there are alternatives.

I got paracetamol against fever, Vomex against sickness during car driving, and Virbucol when I was not able to sleep.

So during childhood I was thinking fever and sickness have something to do with my bum, because of the thermometer and the suppositories were moved into there all the time. When I learned at school what fever is and how it works to raise the temperature, I started thinking.

When I was 10 and was in hospital because of an infection of my airways, I got Prospan 3 times a day against coughing. So it could happen, that I got up to eight suppos a day (morning after taking temperature Prospan + Paracetamol, noon the same, evening the same and bit later 2 Virbucol). Luckily I was compliant, instead of my brother,so I just lowered my pants all the time when a nurse came in and before she could give me the order.

Growing up, I would visit my grandmother on the weekends. I vividly remember looking forward to watching the Carol Burnett show and coloring in the patterns on her paper towels with crayons, there was always a new pattern each visit. What I never looked forward to was her persistence on administering suppositories when she’d see me on the toilet, pushing and struggling to go to the bathroom.

It was a weekend routine; a production filled with discomfort and uncertainty. I’d watch as my grandmother went to the fridge and retrieved the bottle that was persistently in the same, exact place every time the fridge was opened. After she told me to go to the bathroom, her instructions were very clear, “Pull your pants down and bend over”. Those words made me feel uncomfortable and embarrassed without fail. I did as I was told. After pulling my pants and underwear down to my ankles, I would stand there purposely pretending I hadn’t heard what her next instructions were. She had to tell me again, “bend over”. I placed my palms on the edge of the bathtub, feeling exposed. I would feel something chillingly wet, viscous, and slimy. My natural, gut-reaction was to squeeze. This only made the suppository being inserted more awkward. I would resist and she would push. “Relax!” she’d say forcefully, but my body refused. Once she’d inserted it about half way, I’d clench and it’d slip out. She’d repeat the motion. Finally, after 3 or 4 times it was fully in and my grandmother would hold my butt checks together to ensure I didn’t expel it from my body. I could feel it...clammy and melting from the warmth of my body. Next, I’d go to stand up, still pants and underwear down to my ankles. I was afraid to stand up in fear of something being pulled by gravity and falling out of me. I remember feeling vulnerable, uncertain and finally relief.