Men who received enemas from their fathers.

Are there any men who received enemas from their fathers?

I only received one enema from my parents--and that was with me over my father's legs with my mom holding the enema bag. I was 4 years old at the time.

I could only wish my father gave me my enemas. I would have had at least some caring contact from him.

I'm glad someone raised this question because it's been something I've thought about often. My dad never gave me an enema, and I think I would have passed out from shock had he done so. He wasn't a whole lot of fun and stayed on my back most of the time when I was growing up. (I never thought he really liked me; it was more like he tolerated me.) I would have been incredibly humiliated and embarrassed if he had been called into service to administer an enema.(And I'm sure I would have had an erection, which would have finished me off!)Still, I envy other men who were given enemas by their fathers. I just wonder how many people had this experience? Was an enema administered by a father that different from one given by a mom?

I never received a one from my father but my mom gave me one when I was constipated and then I was hook

My father was the one who usually gave the enemas to me and my two year older brother, while my mother watched on reassuringly. However, if he was away, my mother would enema us - although it was clear she found it a bit unpleasant.

While he maintained a serious, medical attitude, I am completely certain he greatly enjoyed giving us enemas. My brother was a real screamer when it came to him getting an enema. I didn't get to watch, but from my bedroom next door, I delighted in the huge commotion going on in the bathroom - as he did when I got an enema.

When it was noticed we had not had a bowel movement for a couple of days, we were directed to the bathroom to "try again". If "no luck", we knew what was coming next: an immediate enema. While there was usually much pleading about not having to take one of those "awful enemas", it was never to any avail.

Dad used a red, two quart enema bag with a 20 inch F20 rectal tube. He would fill the bag with warm water, plop in a bar of Ivory soap, stick in his had and lather it up until the foam overflowed the top. Instread of KY or Vaseline, he would lather up his colon tube with a thick coating of Ivory soapsuds - which really stung going up your ass hole.

We had to take the full two quarts and hold it for a full 20 minutes - carefully timed. I would squirm, and plead: "Please stop, I can't take any more, please stop". Sometines my mother would get Dad to pause, but then I still always make me take the whole bag. Holding it for a full 20 minutes was indeed "awful". And any leaking led to swift swat on the butt - which made it even harder to hold in.

I know Dad and Mom got their enemas too, because I could see the enema bag hanging out to dry in their bathroom. From a few comments he made, I am sure Dad enjoyed his enemas, while I think Mom thought they were simply "necessary". I'm sure my gradparents also took enemas, and by references they made, had given them to my father. I found their enema bag at their house, and enjoyed sneaking in a few good enemas with it there myself.

To add a little more context, my father said he had been told by a doctor that it was very important to have a daily bowel movement, which I think is probably correct. So, if you didn't have one, it was problem that needed correcting. In our family it was simply viewed as a "medical necessity" - like getting a flu shot. I actually did have the option of taking a laxative, but I truly disliked that even more than an enema. And, in terms of encouraging regularity, the program worked really well ! I was given an enema only a few times a year - not regularly or weekly as some people have reported.

Obviously, at a rather young age, I discovered that these seemingly "awful" enemas were oddly "interesting" - something of a "bittersweet" experience. By grade-school I had begun experimenting on my own - What can I say, I'm just precocious !

Oddly, even after I discovered the physical pleasures of enemas, I never faked being constipated to get one. (Now there's something I certainly regret !). I don't think my brother ever figured out "the pleasures of enemas".

When I was in my 30's, my parents visited me once unexpectedly, and after they left I discovered that my prized Macy's 3 quart red enema bag with 30 inch F30 colon tube attached was hanging quite visibly in my bathroom - where they both certainly would have noticed it. However, nothing was ever said. Afterword, while I felt a little embarrassed to have them know I now took enemas "on my own", I was actually pleased they were now aware that "the family enema tradition" had been passed on for yet another generation !! 😁 😁 😁

Father, no. Because he was the grand instigator and loved watching while the visiting nurse attended to this while my brother or I were over mother's knee. 😉 Or later propped up on pillows in bed. Sometimes I think he was of the opinion that a woman's purpose in life was to give enemas to boys.

TE: From family lore I know the bulb came first for me, but have no recollection of the transition to the bag. WHEW, that Ivory Snow sounds really BAD !

Mostly from my mom, sometimes with help from my grandmother or one of my aunts. Once from my best friend's mom during a sleepover at his house. Twice from a nurse at the doctor's office. Never from my father.

Never from my father, and only a single squirt with a small bulb

syringe a few times from my mother.

Dan

When I was a little boy my mother gave me enemas. When I was very young, my aunt would help by holding the red enema bag. I when I got a little bigger Mom began to hang the bag to give me my enemas. If my dad were home from work and I was to have an enema, he would hold the bag and Mom inserted the nozzle and released the clamp. When I reached puberty my dad took over giving me enemas. Mom continued to prepare the enema solution, but he gave them to me on my bed.

I had no idea how much water my mom was giving me. To a child it seemed that it took a long time to get the enema before I would expel it. At 13 I was sick and my dad took me to the doctor's. During the examination the doctor asked me when was the last time I had a bowel movement. It was two or three days before. He told my dad that I should be given a enema when we got home. My dad asked the doctor, that because I was bigger, how much water should I be given. The doctor's response was that a quart was sufficient for my size and weight.

I got far fewer enemas in my teens, but I continued to get at least one or two per year from Dad until I was 17. Since I was growing and my body was maturing, I felt comfortable being naked and receiving the enemas from him.

Surprised so few replies. I'd be curious if the receiver would then enjoy getting enemas from men as an adult.

I remember

r receiving enema's from my step-dad. I was 13 when he came into my life. Up until that time my mother gave me enema's. She loved multiple insertions so she would give me four to eight of the 8 oz bulbs filled with warm water and baking soda.

Mom wanted my step dad to get to know me up close and personal. So one day I was called into their bedroom and told to get undressed. Once naked my mother walked me to the bed where my step dad was sitting and handed me to him saying to me this is your step father I am giving him full authority over you so make sure you do everything he wants you to do. So you know what to expect he is going to take your temperature rectally. then he will give you a spanking so you will know what to expect if you ever are naughty, then he will give you an enema. and after today he will be giving you most of them. Butt I will give you one every once in a while. After saying that, she turned and went into their bathroom to prepare the eight enema bulbs. My step dad looked up at me and smiled and guided me across his lap. He took a dollop of Vaseline on his index finger, spread my clenching ass cheeks with his thumb and forefinger exposing my rosebud hole. He spread the gel around it and then slowly but firmly he pushed his finger all the way into my rectum. I moaned and wiggled my butt, I looked back and saw he was smiling. He took his finger out and put the silver bulb and glass tube into my rectum. After three minutes he slid it out, wiped it off, and read it. 98.9 . The tissue had a brown streak on it meaning that I needed an enema. But first I had to endure a hand spanking on my naughty bare bottom. The sound of his hand smacking my tush, reverberated around the room like a loud cap gun in rapid fire. The spanking lasted about five minutes and made my ass warm and red. After sobbing over his lap for a few minutes, he helped me up and we went into the bathroom. All of the enema bulbs were lined up, he sat down on the closed toilet seat guided me over his lap and proceeded to slide 8 nozzles into my slick hole and squeeze each bulb until it was empty. I had to hold the liquid for at least five minutes then I was able to squirt it out of my system. I huged my step dad and mom, picked up my clothes and went to my room to rest.

This is not about a boy getting an enema but my Uncle James gave enemas and soap suppositories to my female cousin. Her Mother never gave the enemas. My cousin said they were big and had lots of soap flakes which made her stomach hurt. She would cry loudly in the bathroom “Daddy, stop!” and was crying when she went back to her room carrying her panties, saying she hated enemas!!

Uncle James gave enemas to my Aunt and I remember one time to my Mother! It was on a Sunday afternoon in the 1950's and we went to visit them (we lived in the same town). Mom didn't feel good that day. We walked in and she said, “James, will you give me an enema? I'm so constipated!" I was surprised that she asked him – but he agreed! They were in the bathroom for a very long time and every so often I heard my Mom saying, “OHHHHH!” I always wondered about what all went on in the bathroom that day. She was putting her clothes back on after she came out of the bathroom.

Years later, I wished that I had told him that I had a tummy ache or the equivalent. I am 100% positive that he would have given me an enema. It is exiting to imagine.

I remember my father giving us kids bulb enemas to get rid of pinworms back in the 50s. Had to stand there in basins, my brother and sister too. Just remember it hurting when he stuck the nozzle in and being grossed out having to feel the expulsion running down my legs. I don't think any of us enjoyed it. 😢

I can remember my uncle giving his boy's enemas because my aunt was too busy running the house they had a big home so she was never caught up between cooking,cleaning,laundry, and doing repairs. I always thought how erotic it would be to get an enema from my uncle he was a tall guy over 6ft and built not to mention he was a cowboy he always would walk around in his boxer shorts and had a big piece and hard ass must to have been from riding those horses.