I've never heard about enemas being given in sorority houses in college: the worse thing I ever heard of was a pantie raid. What universities did you all go to? (Was I ever sheltered in life...)
When one of my ex-wife's classmates came to visit, they told me a story involving one of their less-popular nurse classmates, who had turned in a classmate for leaving the nurse's residence (at the university hospital she trained at) during a weekday evening to have a beer with someone she'd met. The offending nurse was kicked out of nursing school in disgrace and her classmates -- indeed, all the student nurses in the school -- vowed revenge.
They planned their revenge with care and cunning and the night before winter finals, some of the nurses invited the snitch to their room where they had a chocolate milkshake specially prepared for her, including a prescription called X-Prep (no longer used) that was given to patients who had not followed prep procedures for a lower GI barium enema: X-Prep usually resulted in everything in the intestines being liquefied and the desired clean-out accomplished in about an hour's time.
By the clock, at about the time when the snitch should start feeling some discomfort from her X-Prep milkshake, the nurses barged into the snitch's room and gave her an old-fashioned GI blanket party. As three nurses held the blanket over her head and others muffled her screams, her clothes were stripped, a double balloon rectal catheter catheter was inserted into her rectum, over-inflated, and she was given a 3+ quart HHH/SS enema mixed with a pint of a certain concentrate mixed in to cause cramping for good measure. She was taken out to the fire escape on the hospital side of the building and left on the scaffolding, arms and legs bound together with adhesive tape, left stark naked beneath the thin blanket that had covered her head.
I roared when I heard the story, but told my wife and Carolyn that I never had heard of such a bovine-poop story before. My wife, obviously steamed by my lack of faith, disappeared into our bedroom and came back with a Polaroid picture of a very, very distressed, disheveled young brunette -- mouth, elbows, hands, thighs, knees and feet tightly wrapped with white tape -- glaring murderously at the photographer. Party organizers each got a Polaroid to mark the occasion.
As word of our son being born spread throughout her class, various nurses and couples came to call on us and one, lone individual came to call one day. When I heard her name, I blurted out something about was she the public enema #1 who was found by campus security? when a cup and saucer came flying across the room at me from the enema's recipient.
I never doubted my ex's stories after that.
Apparently, no matter whether enemas are given for sport or punishment in colleges, it does to some degree happen.