Punishment Enemas

Insert a dulcolax suppository. wait for 5 minutes. Administer her 3qts lukewarm water green tea enema. Luke water will help suppository melt faster and get upper levels. Once done, insert the butt plug and make her beg to expel.

Forced enemas I remember alot till about the age of 12 when they started to feel good and I kinda gave up on fighting them. My dad would always tell me and my sister that we were going to get an enema that night (usually at the dinner table)and after dinner and the dishes were done we were sent to our bedrooms and told that we would be getting them soon. Dad would always come up the steps and go right into the bathroom, when I'd hear the water start running I always remember how I would start to cry and beg and plead with him to not give me one, soon Dad would come into my bedroom with the bag (full)I remember how I would just stare at the bag and yell and scream about it being to much and I didn't want it, our Mom would always come in and hold the bag and then my Dad would turn me over and pull down my underpants, I hated that and would continue to kick and scream and even try and wiggle away but he would get a hold of me and force me onto my tummy and I would always reach back and try and cover my opening so he couldn't spread my cheeks and stick the nozzle in, many times he would smack me and keep doing it till I had little choice but to release them and thats when he would spread me open and rub the lube on. Needless to say it was never long till the nozzle was inserted and I could feel the warm enema filling me, Oh how I would scream and cry all the way though it and he would have to hold me still.

I remember getting my first enema from my parents when I was around 5. The procedure wasn't explained to me so naturally I was afraid, screamed, and tried to get away. My father held me as my mother pulled off my clothes. I was kicking and screaming so my father held me while my mother, with much difficulity, forced the nozzle into me and opened the clamp.

I fought the whole thing. What could have been a (relatively) pleasant experience was a nightmare. To this day, I feel as if I had been violated.

I was always a willfull child and I responded to the humiliation and discomfort of enemas by kicking and screaming. Needless to say, I usually got spanking first and only then my redened cheeks were parted for the nozzle. I don't know why I never figured out that weather or not I want it I will get the enema. Perhaps because my parents chose to administer enemas on a blanket covered table in the plain view of everyone in the family. It wasn't until I was in my teens that I would get my enema in my parents bedroom. By then, I would only plead and when I got "the look" i would pull down my underpants below the knees and lay across the towel.

Although I always objected to parent adminstering enema, later in the privacy of my bedroom if I was long between enemas, I would pull down my pants and lie there, fantasizing about the sensation of the nozzle and the water in my bum, and that's how I discovered masturbation.

I was subjected to forced suppositories as a toddler but I can relate to all these posts, particularly the last one.

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I was always a willfull child and I responded to the humiliation and discomfort of enemas by kicking and screaming.

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I reacted exactly the same every time I was forced to undergo the indignity of having a suppository. Lots of kicking, screaming and trying to get away, but it was all to no avail! To make things worse, my mom had no hesitation in soliciting the assistance of our family maid when things got really difficult which added a whole new dimension to those ordeals. I will never forget that first one. I must have only been about two or three years old. I remember playing in the back garden and seeing my mom smiling down at me from her open bedroom window asking me to come inside because she wanted me. So, I innocently went into the house, climbed the stairs and went into the bedroom where she was waiting for me. The next thing I really remember was being on my back on her large green silk sheeted bed with no shorts or underpants on and my legs held back over my head. Then I felt what seemed like a rubbery, greasy object starting to be slowly pushed up my bottom! I vividly remember my mom leaning over me with a reassuring smile as her finger steadily pushed the object up my bottom. I started to cry, kick and keep my bottom shut because it felt so big and uncomfortable, but resistance was useless. She just kept firmly pushing until it suddenly slid into my bottom followed by her finger. That was such a peculiar and uncomfortable feeling, like pooping backwards! Although I didn’t yet know what it was called, I had been given a glycerin suppository, because I was constipated apparently, and it was an absolutely horrible experience. However, my mom must have been delighted with the instant way that glycerin suppository resolved my constipation problem because for the next few years, they became her weapon of choice. My sense of pride and dignity was totally ignored as my little bottom was laid bare for those dreadful suppositories. The constant tears made no difference and the struggling just made things even worse for me. She knew then that she had a very unwilling little patient but decided to use all the forces at her disposal to impose her will on me. In other words, I was going to have glycerin suppositories, like it or not.

Parents shouldn't force enemas on children...that is child abuse!

Haven't been lucky enough to receive a punishment enema (or one from someone else at all!) but I would prefer the spanking to start during the enema and continue to help me retain it.

I love anal penetration and my partner always gives me an enema before we plan on doing any significant anal play. We do this several hours before the play session so that the mucus layer is reestablished in the anal area. This makes playing with dildos and strapons much more fun for everyone. You can take larger strapons (even with copious lube) since there is no irritation from the previous flushing. The empty colon also allows larger dildos and that makes it just that much more pleasurable and you can go longer without feeling worn out. An injection of some lube into the rectum also is a great thing for intense play or play with longer strapons. Of course now that she has discovered what a double balloon rectal catheter does to me (intense pleasure due to pressure on the prostate) our pre-play enema sessions have been getting longer and longer. I am not protesting you understand!

I couldn't agree more - certainly sounds like child abuse to me. I think if a doctor prescribed an enema he/she would not have meant it to be a torture session for the child. It problem of refusal should be discussed with a medical profesional and alternatives found.

When I was ll, I was sent to a boys home. The first night there, the woman who ran it asked me if I had had a bowel movement. Not knowing what that nment I said no. She took me in the shower room and soon word got out that the new guy was going to take anememaI was laid on my back on a wooden table, naked and two boys held my legs apart while the woman proceeded to give me an enema. I hadto take a total of 4 of them to make sure I was cleaned out. Other thingsd happened to me at that place and also the enemas continued.

As a child, I can't remember being actually forced (just strongly encouraged) to submit to an enema. The only forced enema I had was not so long ago. I live with my GF who came home in a sour mood and found dirty dishes in the sink. This started an argument. A few minutes passed before she called me into the bathroom. There she put me over her knees and spanked me for being sloppy. Then she gave me a forced bulb enema. It was hot, soapy and rather painful. I did not enjoy the spanking at all. We have an agreement now. I don't leave the sink dirty anymore and she doesn't spank me anymore. The bulb still gets used sometimes though.

I once had a very submissive young thing who I gave an enema to, made her hold it, got her dressed, walked her to our apartment complex elevator, and made her ride it six stories down, then back up to our floor. The effect of gravity on her ability to hold was real punishment. On the way back up she was bent over gasping (fortunately it was just us), and she made a mad dash to our apartment, barely containing herself.

Didn't have bardexes back then. Would like to try it now with a double firmly seated in her bottom and take up and down for 15 minutes. I suspect she would be apoplectic.

Something I need to revisit.

Wow- I have never heard of nurses at a school giving enemas to kids...are we sure this is non-fiction people?

I have a question. Since I give enemas to myself since I can't seem to find someone to help me I'd like some advice. How high should I hang the bag above me. Right now I just hold it in my hand but that doesn't allow me to lay on the bed and relax while it's going in. Also would like to know about adding salt to the mixture to keep absorbtion down. Lastly if I wanted to give myself a punishment enema what solution would you use and how do you administer a punishment enema....

The usual recommendation is about 18" above the rectum.

In the bathroom, I usually hang the bag from a coat hanger on the doorknob, or a towel bar. That seems about right to me.

In the bedroom, you might have to get a little more creative. One thing I've seen suggested but never tried is a camera tripod since they are adjustable for the height.

I DON'T suggest a nail in the wall as it may not support the weight of a full bag.

I was given forced enemas from a very early age by my strict mother from England whom my father had met in WWII. She used them for constipation but also sometimes as a punishment. I seem to recall getting them an awful lot and just dreaded them.

I got Babylax like enemas when I was still a toddler because I always held back and got constipated. I remember only a few scenes when I was given once of those mini-enemas and diapered (I didn't want to use the toilet till I was about 4 afaik). Back then I didn't like them at all and still tried to hold back what of course failed every time.

I guess this is partly the cause why I like both today 😃

I have been given that enema but not with 3/4 cup of Ivory liquid (If you want to live to enjoy the next punishment enema). Domme used shavings from 1/4 of a personal sized (size of a deck of cards)Ivory bar soap completely dissolved in a cup of very hot water to really make a very thick soapy concentrate! Cramps were on going for almost a day even after several 2qt full bag clear water rinses! It was ordered by a Domme for being sassy in front of Her Alpha sub, who administered the punishment.

I am not sure if there is a punishment solution,the volume of the enema solution is usually is the punishment.If you want to take an enema of 3 or 4qts make sure you add one teaspoon of salt to each quart.Before you go for a large volume enema,give youself a couple of cleanout enemas of 1 1/2 to 2qts.Let the good times flow.w/m 72yrs/W.MA

Brought my self to try this so called "Hell Brew"and trust me it lives up to its name sake. It felt like a hundred fish hook being pulled through my body(even days later) 😢

Rather have a root canal done with no freezing.

A standard enema can be given as punishment with or without a spanking or other punishment. I believe this differs a little from a punishment enema which is administered in a way to be painful because of temperature, volume, or special solutions.

Agree with starting with 2qts and working your way up to a gallon. Holding it in for as long as comfortable. I use a tablespoon of salt and a cup of Baking Soda mixed in a bowl and then spooned into the enema bag. 1 tablespoon for two quarts. Hold it in for about 5 to 8 minutes. I'm on my knees and chin to the floor hanging the bag on shower rod with an 8" bar hook(which is about 20"s from my butt). While receiving the enema(slowly) I play with my nipples (someithing I love very much). I do this about once a week and haven't been sick for over two years.

Gee, and I thought that using a camera tripod was my idea! Guess great minds must work alike! Easy to store, and even if someone else sees it not going to raise the questions and suspicions that something like an IV stand does.

My vote for a punishment enema is milk and mollases or lemon juice. They seem to do the trick in my house. The spanking could be a little ackward, but a riding crop or a smooth plaster lathe say 24 or 28 inches long could reach behind you enough to give yourself that much deserved spanking. Maybe a metronome (those things that keep the beat for a musician) or something that has a steady beat would give you a beat which to beat yourself by. Just a thought.

When hanging an enema bag or container,I always use a chain,this way you can adjust the height of the bag to your liking.Most shower curtain rods are too high if you are lying on the floor.Another thing I do is screw a hook into the stud in the ceiling above the bed,hang a chain on the hook and then hang the enema containeron the chain,works everytime.Let the good times flow,

A really good spanking or whipping with a wide leather belt is great punishment and you can easily do it to yourself. Just double the belt over and give heavy strokes to each side of your butt til very red. Looking in the mirror is fun. Do this both before the enema starts and while you are in the "holding" phase. Great punishment with a strong enema.

It is difficult for me to consider any enema a "punishment", but I have had one punishment enema, and it was 4 quarts of ice water. It was not pleasant by any means, but the real discomfort was in my anus, as it felt like an ice cube was being held there during the entire enema.....actually it was just the nozzle becoming very cold as the ice water flowed through it....the enema was hard to expel, and Sir had to administer me a smaller, warm enema to get the flow started. I don't care to experience it again any time soon. As far as spankings are concerned, I just love to have my butt spanked, while the more severe paddling (or use of wooden dowels) are reserved for true punishment by my Sir.

I was about nine years old I was sick and my mother spoke to the doctor as he was leaving the house after examining me. A short time later my mother had me take off my pajama bottoms and she put newspaper on the bed. I to my knowledge had not had an enema before. She had me lay on my stomach and told me that the doctor said that I needed to be cleaned out. She left the bedroom and returned with a red enema bag, she told me to lie still and this would make me feel better. My mother rubbed vaseline all over a black enema nozzle and told me that she was going to put it in my backside I felt the black nozzle being inserted and then she said she was going to begin. I heard a click and within a minute hot soapy water was going into my stomach; I started to yell and cry as the cramps began; I told her to stop and she did not I started to kick and buck and the hose came out and started spraying soapy water on the bed and I pooped all over the bed. My mom cursed and yelled at me then called my father. She refilled the bag with hot soapy water and had my father hold me down, I fought like the devil and my mom actually whipped me on the bare butt with the enema hose it stung like the devil. I was then held down on the bed by my father and she forced the enema into me. I still could not hold it all and started to expel with the nozzle in me and she ran me to the bathroom. After I finished in the bathroom a new enema was repeated the same way because I did not want another whipping with that hose I tried to take it. I hated enemas after that I was given another one six months or so later with pretty much the same results and was again whipped across my thighs and bottom with the enema hose. I heard my sister getting an enema one night and she was yelling and crying; she also was held down by my dad while my mother gave her the enema; she also hated enemas. As time went by and I got older I found I could not fight them so I just tried to get through the enema without resting. I must admit that on certain occassions I did feel better after getting the enema but I hated getting it. So I would clearly say that I was given forced enemas. To this day I hate the smell of melted ivory soap.

I believe that "dish soap" is actually a detergent. Detergents should never be used in enemas.

Ipn_retired, I've read your 8 postings thus far and find it refreshing to read such straight talk. Your common sense about this subject is welcomed and your years of experience as an LPN show it. Fluff, exotic formulas and window dressing is alright to read and write about, but it is refreshing to have someone bring us back to earth

and to the logic of safe practices. You could probably do a column on enema straight talk...call it...'Just Ask The Nurse'.