What was most memorable about my childhood Suppository experience was not just a one time thing, it was in how mom gave them to us.
Of course when we were infants it was face down over mommy's lap, clenching cheeks pried apart, and the Suppository pushed in deep into a squirming resistant bottom. The resistive squirming would often cause the long thin Squibb Suppository to break, getting mom mad and often earning the squirmer a few spanks to the bottom w the, " hold still!" command.
This changed once we got big enough to not be over her lap.
We would be called to the bathroom and told to kneel on the bathmat by the tub. We we're then to lower our pajamas and underwear to our knees and bend fwd at the waist so that your chest was resting on the edge of the bathtub.
We were then told, " give mommy some help" and we had to reach back and spread our cheeks, and hold them wide so mom could push the Suppository in deep without a struggle. She figured out correctly that it's impossible to squirm and clench if your holding your own cheeks spread wide open.
She would place the tip of the Suppository in the exposed anus and hold it there for a few seconds, allowing the warmth to start the melting, making the suppo slippery, and then say, "ok" and push the Suppository in as deep as her finger could get it.
She would leave her finger in while she said, " now you have to hold that long enough for it to work" and removing her finger she would turn over a small hour Glass (3 min ) that she kept in the bathroom for timing Suppositories and enemas.
After the first 3 mins was up, she would ask how we were feeling as she flipped it over.
At 3 mins she wasn't even listening to the reply
At 6 mins she would ask again how we were doing and this time she would listen, but always say, "it needs to be in a little longer"
By the 9 min mark, we were usually squirming and fussin like crazy, and sometimes she would let us go, and others, flipped the timer again.
Needless to say, if we made it to the 12 min mark, the Suppository had plenty of time to work, and we were allowed to sit on the toilet for an intense pushing session.
Looking at the contents of the bowl, mom would usually announce that it did work good, but that we should probably have an enema later to finish a good clean out.....