Early experiences with punishment enemas

I really don't think they were punishment enemas per se, like a spanking, or even called punishment. But I can well see how a frazzled housewife in 1910 would decide a cranky kid was "constipated" or decide that a kid she suspected of feigning illness to get out of school needed a good enema (to work as a deterrent). I would think that would be pretty crafty, and never actually have to confront the behavior issue.

Not something I have any experience with. Having spent all those years looking for my mother, and learning all I can about her, I struggle to explain some of the enemas she got.

By process of elimination that is the one explanation that I can't rule out!!

As a male child growing up, I was often given Epsom salt enemas from a large syringe or red bag by my mother and aunt when I was feeling sick, but when I was a teenager I began to receive what I considered punishment enemas by my mother and aunt when I was very moody or had temper outbursts.

Wow, this was so similar to my stepmother who gave about every enema to me as a punishment of sorts. Anytime I stayed home from school, whether from the flu, a sprained ankle, Chicken pox or faking it, I got an enema, usually in hearing range of her two daughters, "Gladys" my stepmom seemed to always find 4 or 5 reasons to leave the bathroom before and after, sometimes during the enema.She always would leave the door wide open and I would get teased mercilessly by the two girls, who seldom got the same treatment as me.

So I guess those could be considered punishment. She took it to extremes though. I'd been suspended for a week for skipping school and I thought it sounded like a cool vacation. Had the house to myself. Monday of that week though, my stepmother returned on her lunch hour unexpectedly. I asked her what was wrong and she said "nothing with me, I came back to give you your enema. You stay home from school, you get an enema, you know that"

I tried to protest, but my whines and huffs felll on deaf ears as she methodically prepared the bag. She then decided I was 'cranky' or sluggish and it was good she decided to give me an enema. She also added that, since this one worked so well for my attitude I would be immediately getting another and also receiving them daily for that week.

The one I was actually given as true punishment was after I had tried to get my younger stepsister to give me enemas. She wouldn't do it, but said she wouldn't tell either.Well someone told because I was called into the living room that night and grilled about my several attempts to get 'Katie' to give me an enema. I couldn't admit the real reason so I said I thought I was plugged up but wasn't anymore.

It was decided that whether I was or wasn't, constipated, if I wanted an enema, I would get one. This one was done in front of the family, in the living room. I felt so embarrassed and violated as I lay over the beige ottoman, covered with towels. It wasn't more than 2 seconds that I felt the large douche nozzle press against, then plunge deep inside me. In that same motion, she opened the clip. She had the bag hung pretty high, and the bag was full. It hurt as soon as we started.

I finally had to beg her to stop as I began to leak. That got me a sharp smack on the bottom, a wave of giggles from the girls, and a refilled bag when I returned. All in all it took 3 tries to get it all in. Imagine my surprise when I tried to get up only to feel a firm hand on my back. "oh no young man, you're going to hold that for ten minutes and I want you to be quiet and think about what you did".

That was probably the longest 8 minutes I ever experienced. She relented at the 8 minute mark when I looked up with pleading eyes.

That was the first and last true punishment enema I ever received. But I will say I learned my lesson that day

Miket rekindled some recollection of a topic that I had replied to many years ago. Refer to post #'s 5, 19, & 27. His “like” of one of my posts brings up some aspects of my earliest memories of those enemas that mom and grandma subjected me to.

Early on, an enema was usually forthcoming for a variety of circumstances that gave rise to my perception that they were punitive in nature. While I can see now that most of those enemas may well have been intended for “positive” results, at the time they were very negative experiences.

This may well be the impetus for my early capitulation to mom's efforts at controlling me. Certainly, my equipment fetish and enema paraphilia developed as my sexual development progressed. Self administered enemas had become a way in which I could regain control over myself. I had become capable of attending to my own bodily functions and able to address any functional needs. Mom and grandma no longer had to subject me to those enema rituals.

@EnemaLuvr64 - it's interesting to see that you had the same “if you stay home from school, you get an enema” experience that I did. Not sure if that was a “punishment” to keep me from faking being sick, or the mentality of both my mom and aunt (and probably their mom) as a healthy treatment.

Jumping on what was said - "if you stay home from school, you get an enema” Yup, it was the same for me, and since my enemas were super powerful as I've mentioned (Ivory Flakes boiled in water) I would only ask to stay home when I was really sick..

No, they weren’t punishment enemas. When we were sick and mom called the doctor, the first thing the Doctor’s office asked was, “have they had an enema today? If not, one was ordered.” The sick one got enemas in the morning and before bed in the evening. The two that weren’t sick, got an enema every day at bedtime, till the sick one was well.

On a very positive note my mother never gave an enema for punishment. It was always a medically-related procedure. I know for a fact that my younger sister, the pediatrician would say that enemas should never ever be used as punishment because you don't want children associating them with "bad." They're given to help you feel better and to do otherwise would be conflicting signals.

Mine too Westy. Being cleaned out for just about any reason was the norm in our house, but never as a punishment. Getting your fanny lit up with the strap was the usual form of punishment.

It is hard to determine if any enemas I got from my aunt was solely for punishment. She ALWAYS spanked for any infraction and also administered enemas for any reason. There were numerous times I had broken a rule and I was taken across her knees, bottom bare and spanked with her hand, hairbrush or paddle. She would think that my behavior was due to not feeling well so after the spanking depending if we were home, she would either get out her blue pumpkin type or her amber latex enema bag. If were out, she would administer the spanking wherever we were then as soon as we got back home, she would get out the enema bag and fill it. I would be made to lay face down on my bed with either my pants down or off completely while the bag was filled. She would always use Ivory soap in the bag making the solution VERY soapy, looking like milk. As soon as she would walk into the room, you would smell the Ivory. She would hang the bag from a hook in the was. It was about three feet above the bed. The hook was located at about the same location as my head would be so i could look up and see the stretched, bulging enema bag and be able to watch it go from fat to thin to flat. By the time it was thin, the cramps would be intense. You would never dare have an accident as she would get out the strap. She would hold the nozzle much like you would hold a cigarette as the enema filled me up. Then she would close the metal clamp and hold the buttocks together along with the nozzle still in me for about the longest three to five minuted then i would be allowed to go to the bathroom.

When my attitude or mood wasn't to my mom's liking, she'd sometimes threaten me with an enema. She rarely carried through on the threat, in part because the threat itself was enough to get me to straighten up. On those rare occasions when she gave me the enema, it was no different than the enemas she gave me for constipation. Was it a punishment enema? Was it an attitude adjustment enema? Or was it an ordinary cleansing enema just given for a non-medical reason? I don't know, and I'm not sure I could answer the question without getting into my mom's head.