When my siblings and I were growing up, we spent four to six weeks with our grandmother during summer vacation. When our two young aunts were preteens, our RN grandmother taught them how to take care of us. Afterwards, they were given the responsibility of doing our evening bath, included spankings and enemas when needed among others. Being anal erotic, the finger lubrication we received from mom, grandma, or our teenage aunts before an enema helped satisfy that itch, but not completely. As we got closer to puberty, something else started happening deep within us, that we didn’t understand. It was like being anal erotic but different and impossible to describe or put into words.
My brother and I got a hard-on when we found out we’d be getting an enema. Something our sister and teenage aunts didn’t missed. Grandma had a large bathroom with a big walk-in dual head shower, making it convenient for the girls to get in the shower with us. So, it was routine for us to get totally undressed, including both girls. If we’d gotten in trouble during the day, grandma told the girls to spank us at bath time. That was taken care of first. So, once we had all our clothes off, the girls put each of us in a corner of the shower, to wait for a spanking. When they were ready, we got called over in turn and spanked. Once it was over, it was back to the corner, to wait for an enema with a sore behind. It was during the wait for an enema, that my brother and I got our hard-on back, after being spanked. Having lost our first hard-on, while waiting in the corner to get a spanking. When called from the corner a second time, it was back across their bare lap naked for an enema to help calm down. There’s no way the girls miss feeling our hard-on between their bare thighs, and we sure didn’t miss it. As puberty got closer, our penis got even harder and really started tingling. Making it hard to stay still, while laying naked across a bare lap. The girls never said anything about it other than, “Stop wiggling around, you're tickling me.” Occasionally giving our bare bottom a pop, to slow down our wiggling, especially if things got really intense.
My siblings and I realized early on the girls were aware we enjoyed getting enemas laying naked across their bare lap. Just as we were aware they enjoyed giving us and themselves enemas. To that end, they made up excuses every opportunity they got to give us enemas and make them pleasurable. The girls knew a lot more than we did, but at the same time, they were just as innocent as we were. It would be years before we realized what was taking place. However, at the time we all enjoyed it because it really felt good, but naughty at the same time. If the girls knew what was going on, they never let on, they just let it happen.
Getting enemas as kids growing up was definitely intimate, especially after getting a spanking. As we got closer to puberty, enemas started scratching a new itch, that we didn’t understand. It was the beginning of our sexual awakening and getting turned on. This happened during the fifties when sex was a taboo subject, but enemas were common and a topic of conversation among kids and adults alike.