Forced Suppository

Has any one ever had a suppository forced up their butt against their wishes.

No, never, im afraid its quite the opposite, i can never get enough of them !! i dont think its possible to force a suppository lover to have one againt thier wishes.

All of mine, as a child, were forced. I hated them. Now I pretend to not want them, it's part of the game.

All the suppositories I received as a little boy were forced upon me, and I got a lot of them too. Lots of crying, kicking and squirming around trying to avoid the insertion. None of it did any good except to prolong the procedure! Why I should find the memory of such dreadful ordeals so appealing and stimulating now is quite beyond me and is probably a subject all in its own. Anyone else have feelings like this?

@ miket - It doesn't seem at all to be uncommon that people will find an experience (suppo, enema, rectal temp, etc) to be traumatic in childhood and end up with a fetish for it as adults. I've posted my theories about this on other threads (I'll see if I can dig them up), and I've started writing a book on it. . There has been very little research done over the years about the psychology of fetishes. I believe that the little bit of research that has been done credibly is correct, but incomplete. I don't have a degree, but I do have many stories from people just like you and me

Anne, just to add a different perspective to the theme of your book, my fetish interests originated with experiences from childhood. I've never considered any of them traumatic. They happened and either created an attraction, or a curiousity, to explore certain sensations, and/or experiences, further.

Tis hoped that you will share some of your book as you write it. I am

Kindly yours... Hermann

Oh, Mike T, I really like all your posts, and yes, it is because my childhood experiences were exactly like yours. Exactly. That the experience was the same is understandable, but that our later reaction to those experiences is also exactly the same, is what interests me.

Isn't it interesting that with our different anatomy....male or female.....I feel like your posts could have been written by me, in that our reactions were precisely the same?

Like you, I never had enemas as a child, but many, many forced suppositories that I resisted, kicking and screaming and humiliated, just like you did. (I reacted the same to frequent rectal temperature-taking, as well.)

By the time I was 7 or 8, the procedures stopped, but every time I accidentally chanced upon the blue glass suppository jar in the medicine cabinet, or the rectal thermometer in its case, or the tub of Vaseline, I would instantly blush and feel a rush of humiliation run through me in hot waves. I knew enough to never, ever mention it to anyone, even my little friends with whom I discussed naughty matters, and eventually, sexual matters. I could not even look at myself in the mirror after seeing those items.

It was another 10 years before I realized that feeling was not just shame and humiliation, but sexual excitement.

I do appreciate my kink, but that intensity was a tough act to follow. Little did those poor, groping teenage boys know it was not they who bored me beyond belief but that they, nor much else, could never compete with the little blue jar. I will always wonder how my life would be if my sexuality had been allowed to develop normally.

To answer the question directly, i would love to have a suppository forced up my butt, against my wishes!

All the suppositories that I received were in childhood and yes, all of them were forced. I got them thanks to hard stools and also got a lot of injections in the butt.

The suppositories were given either by my maternal grandmother or by my mother. Both were ably assisted in their ventures by our maid (she came to live with us before I was born and stayed till I was twenty). She was a hefty lady, just short of being an amazon. My younger sis (2 years younger) got to watch most of them and she thoroughly enjoyed them. She actually used to rub her hands in glee and squeal with delight at my predicament but no one ever scolded her for it.

Some of my suppositories were announced, some took me completely by surprise. Quite a few times I found myself suddenly being pulled on my grandma's lap, in the OTK spanking position, my frock quickly flipped up, panty hastily pulled down and a suppository inserted deep into my anus even before I realized what was happening.

Once, during a power cut, when I was about 6, I was playing with my cousins and younger sis in our bedroom, when our maid grabbed me and threw me stomach down on the bed. For some reason, thankfully the other children left the room and did not watch. By the light of an oil-lamp, my maid held my ankles tightly with one hand, with the other she flipped up my skirt and slid down my panty. My grandma sat beside my head, holding my wrists firmly with her left hand and with her right she inserted a suppository deeply and slowly while my maid held my butt cheeks apart with her right hand. I was never lubed for these insertions. After the insertions, the panties and frocks/skirts were restored to their original positions.

Another time, when I was 12my mother announced suddenly, "Come, let me give you a suppository in your anus". My sis gladly declared, "Yes, pill, pill" (she couldn't say 'suppository' properly). She came over to watch. The maid held my wrists this time and her other hand pinned me to the bed, stomach down. My mother lifted up my frock, pulled down my panty when I was able to free one hand and brought it behind to cover my anus but alas, the maid grabbed it right back and held it even more securely. My mum swatted my behind twice with her trusted comb. Then inserted the suppository deeply, all this being watched closely by my sis.

My mother never stopped at this. She used to tell all and sundry in great detail how I was pinned down and forced to take suppositories.

Aura's post brings back some powerful memories for sure. We had a maid too when I was little and there were many occasions when my mom solicited her assistance when it was 'suppository time'. Those were the ordeals I remember the most. In my case she wasn't the Amazon type and from what I remember and looking at family photos she was really young and quite pretty. Her involvement was extremely humiliating and embarrassing for me but more than that, I think it amplified my feelings of loss of control over a situation that was already overwhelming that really got to me. I still keep thinking about what they did to me, how upset I used to get and how unjust it all seemed but I look at it in a different light now and get a strange pleasure from rerunning those scenes in my head.

Mine were all as a child since alot of medicine I had to take in the 60's and 70's was in suppository form. I usually use one now right before an enema so I get the best of both worlds.

I have also had suppositories pushed up my bum while tied up, I thought he was just fingering me.After he,d finished he pulled my pants back up and just left me tied to the stairs.I won,t say anymore.

As a child over my mom's knee in front of my grandma's picture window with the blinds open. She then taped it in me go figure that one out. To this day she can not understand what I was upset about.

I was chronically constipated as a kid and my nanny had the job of keeping me regular. She was young and totally nice about giving me suppositories, for years I didn't even know that I had been getting them. She took my rectal temp across her knee and she had one of those long glycerin suppositories stuck in the jar of vaseline........all I ever felt was the thermometer....then 30 minutes later I was running for the potty.

I never figured this out until I saw her do this to my sister. When I got older and started to resist, she switched from glycerin to dulcolax suppositories...which I did my best to expel before they worked....I got so uncooperative that I refused to poop and this resulted in a more stern approach. After 3 days of not going, she gave me a dulcolax suppository and made me sit on a towel on the toilet lid...I really had to go but refused.....she gave me another suppository every 15 minutes until 4 were inserted; I was red-faced but stubbornly refusing to poop.

Finally, she laid me on the bed and put an adult-sized diaper on me and had me put my PJ's on. A short time later, she returned with a glass of water containing the first Ivory soapstick that I had ever seen. PJ's off, diaper down, soapstick in. She asked me if I wanted to sit on the potty, but I was still defiant. Minutes later, I felt burning, cramping and the BM's started uncontrollably. I could not believe the amount of excrement in the diaper as she removed it. And that Ivory soapstick was right on top of the pile. Actually, I felt much better and was cooperative from that time on.

Heidi.

How often were you given suppositories? At what age did she switch from glycerin to dulcolax? Did you ever get any more soap sticks?

They were all forced during childhood.

Heidi, if that soapstick came out whole (as you suggest), then it can't have worked! Sounds like she just used it to punish you for witholding, and the soapstick scared you into doing a big dooey in your diaper.

I got many, many soapsticks. My nanny made them large and soaked them in hot water until the outside was mushy, then up my bottom they went. Glycerine suppositories were given any time if I didn't poop for 2 days up to age or so then she switched to dulcolax or the soapstick. And I got a LOT of them !!!

I could never hold one for very long and they always made me poop my brains out. I never had an Ivory soapstick melt while inside me and they always worked. Maybe I'm sensitive to the irritation. I gave one to my GF last week before double diapering her. Within 15 minutes she was happily filling the diapers, farting uncontrollably; when I finally changed her, that Ivory soapstick was still in one piece and it didn't look like it had melted at all.

Other soaps probably do melt, but Ivory doesn't for us. I have never had a glycerin suppository melt either, now dulcolax suppositories aways melt...we use them a lot. Squidgicunt, you are probably right about my nanny scaring me with the soapstick when I was being bratty and uncooperative, I got the soapstick, diapered and had to sit on the toilet lid facing the bathtub. And nanny always hung the enema bag from the shower rod while I was sitting there waiting for the soapstick to work, just so I could see that an enema was waiting for me if I didn't go. I always produced a huge dooey.

I got many, many soapsticks. My nanny made them large and soaked them in hot water until the outside was mushy, then up my bottom they went. Glycerine suppositories were given any time if I didn't poop for 2 days up to age or so then she switched to dulcolax or the soapstick. And I got a LOT of them !!!

I could never hold one for very long and they always made me poop my brains out. I never had an Ivory soapstick melt while inside me and they always worked. Maybe I'm sensitive to the irritation. I gave one to my GF last week before double diapering her. Within 15 minutes she was happily filling the diapers, farting uncontrollably; when I finally changed her, that Ivory soapstick was still in one piece and it didn't look like it had melted at all.

Other soaps probably do melt, but Ivory doesn't for us. I have never had a glycerin suppository melt either, now dulcolax suppositories aways melt...we use them a lot. Squidgicunt, you are probably right about my nanny scaring me with the soapstick when I was being bratty and uncooperative, I got the soapstick, diapered and had to sit on the toilet lid facing the bathtub. And nanny always hung the enema bag from the shower rod while I was sitting there waiting for the soapstick to work, just so I could see that an enema was waiting for me if I didn't go. I always produced a huge dooey.

So what age did she switch from glycerin? Your post is missing a number. How big were the soap sticks/ how many were made out of one bar of soap? How did she decide if you were going to get a soap stick or a dulcolax suppository? At what point did you start to like suppositories?

BTW, you are correct about (US) glycerin suppositories and some soap sticks not melting.

Getting as suppository or two and being made to stand in the corner for 15 minutes was a common punishment in my house. Actually would have rather been spanked.

How often did you get suppositories? How old were you? What was it that you disliked about them? How do you feel about them now?

I like your tell, because it sounds like they made with me. My suppositories too were always forced and with no lube, i got forced suppositories till sixteen years. I lived with my aunt that was a fanatic of the suppositories, i got, for my constipation she said two glycerine suppositories in a week and when i had the fever i always fought against her will, but i always lost. Till seven years old she could put the suppository alone, but from seven years and after she asked help to two neighbours.

The ladies were hefty, and i remember their large thighs and strong arms. My aunt too was hefty and she had a big fingers that i feared when was suppository time.They had many ways to hold me generally i was on my aunt's lap,stomach down, one of the lady held my legs with a leglock between her thigs and the other held firmly my wrists because sometimes i could get free a hand to cover my anus ,like you, but she grabbed quickly holding securely.

Then my aunt wide apart my cheeks, with me screaming and pleading ,"no,no." i don't want",but they were deaf, my aunt inserted the suppository in very deeply keeping the finger inside for three minutes to avoid to expell the suppository. This is all that happen. But there are many others situations i should like you tell other times that you received suppositories and how did they hold you

It was hard at first to take. I remember seeing to jar. No lube for me just cold water. My mom always had help from her friends. One was 19 and going to school to be a nurse. I was about 13. When I could go to the bathroom daily then it happen. One day the 19 year who watched us as our babysitter notice I was in the bathroom for awhile. She came in since we didn't have a lock for the door and asked if I was ok. She has seen me naked many time as she help insert them with my mom. She asked me allot of question about when was the last time I went. I told her in the morning but she knew I was lieing. She got the jar out with some thing else this time. She helped me to

stand up. Fully naked she wanted me. I was 13 and starting to relized that she was pretty. I think that day I found out that I like her! She sat on the tiolet and had me bend over her knee. I was happy to do what she wanted! With one finger she massaged my anus with I think was soap. She talked to me the whole time. Soon after she said I needed my temp tooken. I said yes! After a few minutes she took it out and redid it again. Then this was aliitle of a shocker to me. She want to feel if I was impacked. I didn't know what that ment so I said yes. Before I know she slide a finger in! Made me jump up! 2 seconds later it came out and she said I was and needed to take a supp. So I took it and she left her finger inside for about 5 mins. She said it was to allow it to melt. I said yes! As the urge came to go she stood there massaging my stomach cause she was told in school that was a good thing! That day I learned that I really like it!

So when my mom would be me time to take my meds and if I fought her she would get the neibor, trust me I fought her!

Honestly think the idea of a forced supp sounds amazing! Reading stories like this always excite me!

Enemacourius it does the same for me too! It was forced on me, then soon I was hooked!

I don't know if the suppositories I received growing up were forced, but there was no possible way I could say no. I'm sure I would have been spanked and then the suppository inserted successfully. Since I really wanted to be given a suppository I never, ever objected when I was told it was time.

I like to have a suppository forced in me knowing theres no way out of it i surrender and let the giver (female) proceed as shes telling me i have to have them up me .

I remember having to have one as a child and I fought and kicked...I was so embarrassed (about age 5). I don't know why but my Uncle gave it to me and I was horrified. I can't remember what I had for lunch yesterday but I still remember being red faced and angry about that suppository when I was 5ish lol.

I did not like suppositories but took them with resignation. Depends then what you call "forced" - my mom did not have to use physical restraint, but often I would gladly have avoided that form of medication,

I received 'soapsticks' on a regular basis, often they were given for being bad tempered, irritable or disobedient. My mother seemed to associate these traits with constipation and a soapstick was always the remedy.

Often before insertion of the soap up my bottom, I was asked, do the want to take this the easy or hard way. The easy was was to co-operate the hard way was either a good spanking or a few strokes of the cane across my bottom to enforce co-operation.

Like some of the other posts here the suppository became the source of attention between parent and child. The sunday morning suppository and an occasional spanking became about the only parent to child touching that ever occured with me as a child. They went from total dislike as a child to somewhere along the line again as a child to something I totally enjoy

Once when i was eight years, i was at home.the bell rang and my aunt went to open the door.the two my aunt's friends came into our house.they sat on the living room to take a tea, twenty minutes after my aunt called me to tell me to greet the ladies. When i went to the living room there were the two ladies sat on the sofa and my aunt behind the door, when i went inside my aunt locked the door.

I undersood what it was to happen and i tried running away by turn around the table. One of them went on the left side of the table and my aunt on the right side closing of every way to escape.Then i tried to go under the table but quickly the lady grabbed me by the ankle & dragged me outside, my aunt grabbed me for my waist picking me up, i was kicking furiously, but one grabbed my right leg and the other the left leg. They frogmarched me on the sofà and they undress me completely naked. Then roll over on my aunt lap, i was always kicking and wriggling then the ladies sat down beside my aunt one on her right and one on the left.

The lady on the left held my ankles with the right hand and with the left and pinned down my thighs, the other lady grabbed with difficulty my wrist because i could get free but at the end they held firmly my wrists together. At this point i did the last chance to avoid the insertion clenching my buttocks. I could feel the fingers of my aunt working trying to widen apart &,saying" it's all useless, you got suppository you will or not will". After awhile my cheek were spread and i could hear the classic noise unwrapping suppository, i tried again to squirm but they block up securely.

When my aunt started the insertion i was howling like an obsess, but it didn't matter the suppository went inside my asshole in very deep keeping the finger for five minutes about. Then my aunt said" i haven't finished, hold him firmly, i want to spank for his behavour, and so she did, this is one thing memorable & i remenber in the vivid details.

Aura, tell us your experiences with the suppositories during your childhood.

Mirko, I enjoyed that detailed account of the drama took place in your living room before you even got your suppository. Sure brings back some traumatic memories for me, especially the bit about your trying to escape as those ladies and your aunt closed in on you. That dreadful feeling of utter panic knowing what was about to happen and the total inability to do anything about it!

I endured a similar lead up to getting a suppository when I was about three. I was playing out in the back when my mom leaned out of her bedroom window and asked me to come inside. She had the same smile on her face as she had a previous time she called me from her bedroom window and which resulted in me getting a suppository so I suspected something was afoot and decided to stay put. The next thing was, out came our maid, walking straight toward me and then I just knew exactly what was about to happen!. I ran to the end of the garden in total panic as she chased after me but she soon had me cornered. I then tried to double back to get past her in a sort of zig zag patten as she closed in on me to prevent my escape but she was much to fast for me. She simply picked me up and carried me back into the house over her shoulder, screaming and kicking. The final thing I can clearly remember was her carrying me upstairs and seeing my mom come out of her bedroom with the suppositories and telling her to take me back downstairs into the kitchen because that was where the Vaseline was! I remember being so totally hysterical and traumatized at that point, as I envisioned what was about to befall me, that everything after that is a total blank. For some reason I have constantly re-run that scene on the stairs in my mind more than any any of the other suppository ordeals I think back on. Maybe it was my hysterical behavior over knowing what awful fate awaited me, total lack of control over the situation and being outnumbered due to our maid's assistance ..... anyway, It's all such a turn on now of course.

Not only do I now enjoy looking back on my own suppository ordeals but I also really enjoy reading posts by others who got suppositories under similar situations that I can relate to and reacted the same way as I did, such a yourself, Aura and BottomGirl4Girl.