I never in my life recall a spanking and enema being combined; however, I received many of both growing up in the 50's. As I have said before, I think there are simply "enema" and "non-enema" families.
No secret here, I guess, since I am posting on this site, but for the "Well,duh?" group, let me state I grew up in an enema family. (smile) But corporal punishment always had a sort of fascination for me also. In my family it was pretty much assumed that any family member/caregiver taking care of a child had carte blanche in administering whatever health care (enemas) or discipline (spankings) they deemed appropriate.
My father seldom disciplined me, and for some reason he chose to leave it mostly up to my mother. He was a good barker, but not much of a biter. On the other hand, my mother really took charge with an iron hand when she had decided she had had enough of my crap, I would be hauled into the bathroom, accompanied by my mom and her trusty ruler, and my pants would be yanked down and I would be placed over her knee, and with incredible deftness she would lower my pants, place me over one knee, and put her other leg over the back of my knees and slowly and methodically start in on my bottom with that ruler and not let me up until she had turned my bottom a very deep red and had me crying my eyes out.
But the strangest of all were the ritual punishments my aunt used to inflict upon me which I viewed as most traumatic at the time, but in adulthood reflection now I realize were sexual. She was left in charge of me for sometimes several days in a row and seemed to use the slightest pretext to give me a "good switching."
Whenever she announced that she intended to switch me for some misdeed, I would be required to go into my bedroom and remove all of my clothes and put on only my robe and slippers and then go out into the yard and pick a switch for her to use on me. This in itself was embarrassing, but the neighbor lady used to seem to always be out in her yard and always gave a sort of knowing smile when she would see me out in the yard in my robe and slippers picking my switch.
After I returned to the house and presented the switch to my aunt and she had examined it to make sure it was supple enough for the purpose, we proceeded to the bathroom where I was required to remove my robe and bend over the edge of the bathtub (in exactly the same position I was required to assume to get my enemas), and after a cursory lecture on my misdeeds she would start in on my bottom with the switch. I was always a blubbering mess by the first few strokes, but she was not deterred and worked her way up and down my bottom until she was well satisfied with the look of it. She never hit me on the back or the legs and only seemed focused on my bottom, but focused she was. After it was all over, I was required to stand in the corner until I had calmed down and was then allowed to go to my room and go to bed.
For some reason this seemed okay with my mother because it seemed that for some reason the severity of her punishments seemed to be sort of a source of humor, since she was single and didn't have any kids and the fact that she, "Doesn't put up with any nonsense" seemed to have some level of appeal.