Just an old fashioned enema

Like Nghtypt says, a no-nonsense nurse dressed in white adds to the atmosphere. Today, all hospital workers wear baggy, often wrinkled "scrubs" and you are lucky to find a Fleet, much less the standard white enema can of the past.

The "old fashioned enemas" given in hospitals were two quarts because that is what the standard white enameled can held (there are larger cans out there, but I believe they were mostly used for barium enemas, maybe a person more experienced in this area can help out here) and so that is what many nurses insisted on giving. I remember reading in a nursing text book at one time a statement to the effect that, "Prescribing an exact amount is problematic because many insist on introducing the entire prescribed amount into the patient causing them almost unbearable discomfort." At this time they were prescribing 1.5 liters and not the standard two-quarts. Today almost all the disposable plastic enema bags/cans hold 1.5 liters. Again, with the exception being the barium enema bags that hold 3.0 liters.

As for home enemas, you gotta wonder what was going on there because if you look in the old Sears catalogs you see that they were selling 2, 3, and 4-quart enema/douche bags.

But in summary, it is my guess that the majority of us are traditionalists and even though we may experiment a bit we still gravitate back to the standard two-quart hot soapsuds enema, using the white Jones can or the big red rubber enema bag, so familiar in so many households so many years ago.

An old fashioned enema is the ONLY way to go...

There are very few accurate videos of the old fashioned Jones' can enema. For pure "tittilation" purposes, the giver always attaches some type of larger nozzle. I've had many hospital enemas. Except for barium enemas, I've NEVER had any such nozzle used by any medical professional. I've never had a common, home style red bag, used either. Jones can, and today's plastic imitations, and a colon tube inserted, only a few inches. Walt

I also like just plain water, and the red rubber Higginson enema that my Grandma used on me when I was little.

My idea of an old fashioned enema is one given lovingly by a member of the other sex, just like the ones I received as a child. I do get some pleasure from a self administered enema but the ultimate is receiving in an intimate setting. Unfortunately, I don't often experience this intimate experience. I have become enamored with the experience of a colonic therapy cleanout and have found a lady who provides this service in a manner that I forget that I am paying for it. I am most comfortable with a woman who enjoys this form of togetherness.

I pretty much will take the same kind of enema that my mother used to give. They were not that big, maybe only a quart of warm water made soapy with Ivory soap. After holding it for a few minutes it has always managed to clean me out.

Nothing better and more effective than an old-fashioned hot Ivory soapsuds enema with an enema bag like the ones my Mom used to give me as a kid. I use 2 quarts now that I'm an adult and try to hold for 5 - 10 minutes for a really thorough clean-out.

I agree with gboy, there is nothing better than and old fashioned warm soapy enema from an enema bag. My mother certainly gave me plenty and as an adult I still take a good 2qt. enema when needed. Most of the time, like when I was a kid, one enema doesn't completely clean me out and a couple more are required. When I was about 12 or 13 I got really stopped up and had to take 5 or 6 full bags of soapy water which took the whole afternoon to get the job done.

Ilike to start by using 2 glycerin suppositories or liquid glycerin in a syringe, followed by a 3L hot soapy water enema,cant beat it!

In our house growing up it was always the red bag, hose, and black tip along with a lot of water and plenty of soap. Still do it that way at over 60

For me, the old-fashioned enema is the most erotic, as it brings back memories that have stayed with me for many years, and experiences that turned me on to the erotic joys of enemas.

In my family, a good old fashion enema meant 2quarts in the bag with plenty of suds made from a bar of Ivory Soap. Very simple yet effective.

I like the idea of the nostalgic equipment but you don't find that anymore... So to me just getting put over a lap to receive one is as old fashion as it gets

What pleasures in life are any more simple than a good old fashioned enema? How can anyone have more fun with a little bit of water? Thank goodness there are still some great pieces of vintage enema equipment available. Even some of the more recent replicas are worth the extra cash.

Bellavita...you probably deserve a good old fashioned enema over somebody's knee...but with a beautiful old red enema bag and traditional black nozzle.

I agree an old fashion enema is the best - Whether you have the old enema equipment or using a new 2 qt. bag purchased at a local drugstore you can still bring back that pleasure of receiving those childhood enemas

Previous posts by "twobagger" reminded me of receiving old fashioned enemas via the funnel and rectal tube. I was about 4 yrs old, hospitalized and recovering from surgery. Seems like every morning after visiting hours two or three student nurses (in their striped uniforms) would push a cart into my room. There it was...the white enameled funnel with a red tube attached, a tin of yellowish Vaseline, various towels, a bed pan and a large white enameled pitcher with blue trim around the top. There was much chatter and fussing as the girls put down a rubber sheet, then towels and then the bed pan with me sorta lying on top. I recall the tube lubricated with Vaseline being passed into me as one of the students lifted my legs while the other spread my cheeks and made the insertion. Next I would either sit up or lie back while watching the cloudy solution being poured into the funnel which would be raised and lowered as the solution flowed into me. There was much conversation as the enema was poured until the cramps kicked in and then...whoosh...out it came into the bed pan. That was always good for laughs then the tube was adjusted and the enema pouring began anew. Looking back it was fun. I liked the attention of the nurses, I think the enemas were comfortable (certainly a lot better than my Mom's) and they did become one part of my hospital stay I looked forward to.

Love to be given such an experience today.

A couple weeks ago, my grand daughter ( age 7) was visiting me for the week. She complained her tummy was hurting. Well I got out my bulb and over my lap she went. She never had an enema before. After a couple bulbs fills, the last 2 with feet flying and and a little crying the mission was accomplished. The next day, she was just fine. I told my daughter that I gave her daughter an enema. No discussion followed

My daughter and grand daughter are visiting for a few days and this morning, after breakfast, my daughter tells me her tummy hurts. I told her to tell me how she feels tonight and if it still bothers her, I will help her feel better.

If she still feel the same after dinner, I can tell you it will not be the little bulb for her. I have a very nice 2 quart red rubber bag.

Julie, Congratulations on joining up. You may enjoy a larger volume bag after a while. Not only is wonderful to have that clean feeling but I hope you get a little or lot of sexual pleasure also. I have been doing enemas for many years and would be happy to discus any subject you may be interested in. Tom

Continuing, After dinner, My daughter said she did not feel better. I told her I would get ready and would call her to the bathroom when I was ready. I prepared a 2 quart red rubber, hot and soapy, surprise bag for her. I hung the bag on the shower curtain rod and attached the douche nozzle, I folded a nice fluffy towel and placed it on the side of the bathtub. As all was ready, I went out and led her back to the bathroom.

Her first comment was that the bag was too full and she could not take that much. I told her to ger undressed and to kneel on the towel, placing her hands on the bottom on the bathtub,. she got undressed down to her panties and asked if she could just leave them on and if I could just move the aside to insert the nozzel. I said no and let's get them off and get going. "The sooner we start, the sooner this will be over" And with that, I pulled them down for her.

She got on the tub and once she placed her hand at the bottom to the tub, I sat down on my stool right behind her. This position presented me a great working area. I put some KY on the nozzel and than inserted my finger to lub the targer area. I told her to bear down and take a deep breath and burried the nozzel as she did.

Her hands supporting her weight prevented her from reaching back and interferring in the process. I opened the clip and pulled the nozzel slightly back before inserting it the full lenght. My daughter let out a small moan as the water gushed in. I placed my hand of the small of her back to prevent her from moving up.

Shortly she told me she was feeling the pressure and I told her to pant like a puppy to make it easier to take. About 3/4 of the way to completion, her feet started dancing up a down and the panting became louder and faster. With a littler complaining, she finished the bag. I had her hold it for 5 minutes before letting her go.

I repeated the process with a 3/4 bag of clear warm water. I told het to go to bed after she finished and I would check with her in the morning.

I hope she will be better tomorrow

'Kinda reminds me of the song,"Just an old fashioned Love song..." only change the words "Love song" to "Enema," "the kind that moma used to give!!" The old white Jones can, the red ribbed tubing and the "Black!!" enema tip that mom put on in place of her "Douche Tip!" Mom always gave us kids our enemas on her bed. We would be lying on our back near the edge with our legs apart. She would have us slide off our undies and we'd feel the cool air against our nude butt. Next came the folded fluffy towel which she placed under our now nakedness and the soft fluffyness against my bottom felt so good!! The smell of the Ivory soap suds in the warm enema water lingered in the air. The anticipation of my enema was causing butterflies in my bottom!! Next came the sound of the Vaseline jar being opened and seeing the blue and white striped cap come off. Mom now dipped the enema tip into the jar and brought it out with a nice dolop of vaseline all wrapped around it in a swirel! She would then reach down and separate my butt cheeks with one hand, while feeling the cool air against my rosebud I next felt that delightfulness of the nicely vaselined enema tip sliding ever so gently into me!!! The sound of the "click" and now the enema!!! Just a little and mom would stop the flow for a few seconds. A little at a time till I took the whole Jones can. The last little bit of the enema would "Gurgle" as it reached the outflow tube at the bottom!! Jones cans have such a distinctive "Gurgle" as I remember. Mom would then close the clamp and slide the enema tip out of me and then it was off to the bath to expell the enema. Mom always gave the best enemas. They were always given with care, warmth and love. "Old fashioned??" Hmmm?? Maybe a few years have passed but Enemas given with care, warmth and love are always welcome.

With a "Click!!"

highwater

Highwater, our moms must have read the same home nursing book, as the details are virtually identical for our enemas, including the equipment. One difference is that the glob of Vaseline on my mom's finger found its way into my rosebud before the black hard rubber nozzle did. I don't think you would have minded that! In return, my mom was a little more businesslike than yours, maybe because she'd had experience with two older siblings.

Oh yeah!...I can count on it happening to me when I'm just about over a bad cold. My wife thinks it's good to get your system cleaned out after a bout of sickness to help with recovery. She fills her mint green 2qt Faultless bag and attaches a silicone rectal tube. She subjects me to repeated flushings with a special herbal mix she bought. Then, just when I think I've had enough, she gives me another couple bags of plain tap water or saline. It's a lot to have to go through, and kind of uncomfortable, but it helps to work out the cold from your system and you feel ten times better afterward. Still reminds me of the good old days back in the hospital.

The old fashioned enema was always with the red bag filled with warm soapy water and black rectal nozzle with vaseline on the tip.

My mother always heated a fleecy fuzzy soft blanket on a hot radiator and had me lay on the warmed blanket that she draped over her lap when giving me an enema.Mom had a red Davol Paris enema bag with a red hose and black nozzel.I can still remember the wounderful warm smell of the blanket and the smell of the Ivory soap and rubber enema bag.Of all the enema stories i've read i have heard of anyone ever getting enemas from there moms using a blanket.To me warm fuzzy blankets and enemas just go together.I can still see my mother entering the bathroom where i would be sitting on the toilet with that heated pink fleecy blanket under her arm carring the the enema bag.

Beth/beth,

Sexy story. Enjoyed it.

A

How old and antiquated do you want to get? An enema can be injected with a hollowed out reed and a gourd. Write back and tell us how you made our with a setup like this.

I think a old fashion enema is given over the lap with either the bulb or enema bag.

Old fashioned? When I was a kid, before age 10 or 11, my Mom would give me 2 soapsuds enemas when she felt I needed it. I would be sitting in the living room watching TV when she would enter holding the full bag and tell me to get into her bedroom. I would beg and plead but that would do no good. On my back for the enemas. I would plead for her to stop the flow or to take the nozzle out and all i would get back would be to hold it, breath harder and it is almost over, please take a little more. I fought it then. How dumb I was.

I remember mom making me kneel on my yellow step stool, leaning over the bathtub. She was so gentle that I looked foward to them. not sure if it was the inserrtion or the warm liquid filling my tummy. I still get the same feeling while getting an enema today some 40 yrs later.