I used to spend Summer vacations at my grandmothers house where I would sit for hours leafing through the illustrate enema adds in both the Sears and Wards catalogs. One day, when I was 9 or 10, she aught me staring at the enema and douche bag ads before I could turn to a different section. I was speechles when she then asked me I were constipated and maybe needed an enema ?.
Although both she and my mom had given me enemas together when I was little, I had never had one from her alone, or anyone else for that matter. So, it was with mixed dread and excitement that I nodded my headed yes.
My grandmother was of european descent and very open about enemas. Her own red Wards bag hung behind her bathroom door with the hose coiled over the top of the bag. I don't remember now exactly how big it was, but it seemed to be larger than my mom's two quart ribbed bag.
Anyway, before I could change my mind, she led me to the bathroom where I sat on the closed toilet seat as she made everything ready. She swished a bar of ivory soapsuds around in the sink until the water turned gray and frothy and then carefuly poured it into the neck of the combination enema / hot water bottle bag using a small enamel pan that she kept under the sink. Soon the bag was bulging full with a trail of soapsuds dripping down the side.
Unlike my mom, who always made me lie on my belly over an old bathmat on the floor, my grandma hung the bag from the towel rack and once my pants & underpants were off, instructed me kneel down and bend over the rim of the bathtub.
I always liked the part where the pipe slides in and the clip is first opened, but was less enthusiastic about getting filled up until I had cramps. This time was no exception... Anyway....that was the surprise enema that I got from looking at Sears catalog adds.
I often wondered if my grandmother ever mentioned anything to my mom, either about my looking at enema adds or the fact that she gave me an enema herself. I guess I'll never know.
Electra