Forced Suppository

I only remember getting one suppository as a kid, though I am sure there were others when I was too young to remember. It happened because I didn't want to go to school and faked a stomach ache for too many days, my mom got worried and took me to the hospital where a nurse gave me a suppository. I didn't fight it because I was secretly a little excited when I heard what she was going to do, haha.

I remember that sometimes my mom gave me a sleeping suppository when I was too awake and not tired at night. Then she told me to become calm but if it didn't work I got a suppository to sleep. These were the same ones I also got three or four times as punishment after a very heavy disput with my mom. She normally just threatened with it but a few times she sent me to my room and insert me a suppository before so that I could come down and become brave. I hate her so much in these moments, because one the one side I felt in right and on the other side this punishment spoiled my afternoon completely.

My father used to force them into my poohole when I was in primary school. I hated having them at the time but now I love them. It takes me ages to talk myself into taking one but when I do I love the feeling of it being inside me.

I bet 99% of all little kids put up a fuss about getting them until they got to maybe a teen and then maybe didnt like the embarrassment part but liked the inserting part

I had one i inserted by a student nurse once. She was really rough and it Hurt

I had one i inserted by a student nurse once. She was really rough and it Hurt

I'd say from experience that it would take an express effort to make a suppository insertion painful. The things are so small they are hardly noticeable. You'd really have to develop a technique to make them hurt.

I'd say chalk it down to the student nurse being either nervous, very inexperienced or finding the whole suppository thing distasteful ...

Actually I think it was intentional. She had a nasty smirk on her Facebook as she kept pushing it deeper and deeper until i finally said something

I'd say from experience that it would take an express effort to make a suppository insertion painful. The things are so small they are hardly noticeable. You'd really have to develop a technique to make them hurt.

No question about it!

Yes, starting at the age of 4, every summer when we'd visit my father's family for a month (parents were divorced). My mother was livid when she found out what they'd done to me, and made him promise it wouldn't happen again. Well, it did. I would hold my BMs 5-7 days, and I know now they were trying to help, but they went about it the wrong way *damn hillbilly hicks- no offense if you're a hillbilly or a hick*

The worst of it was the shaming, every time I had an accident (especially in the middle of the night) from losing control of my bowels. I think this is why when I stumbled into the world of forced enema erotica, I was immediately turned on. This time, though, *I* am the one in charge.

Yes. As far as I remember at age of 5 or 6 during my first suppo administration. I had a terrible stomach infection and the prescription was 3 times per day. That time I hated suppositories so my mom and grandma had to combine their forces to put those bullets inside me.

As a young girl I was indebted to my mother and grandmother (who was the more convinced). Forced me to lower my panties and lie down on the bed. Those that my grandmother gave me were more painful because she poked the finger up to her knuckle. I always complained, but never made great scenes for suppositories.

As a child I resisted suppositories much. As an adult it never happened to me being forced to get a suppository. But I 'd love to haha

My first post on this site.

I had a problem with chronic constipation and "witholding" when I was growing up. My parents resorted to many remedies including changing my diet, and using laxatives. When that didn't work, they resorted to giving me enemas, which they forced me to take. At the time, I absolutely hated being forced to take them. I had my father mother hold me over the bed "spread eagle" while someone else (I think my grandmother) held my legs so I wouldnt kick, and my Dad inserted a bulb enema several times. I screamed and begged and struggled, but they always won. When I was taken and placed on the toilet, I was still crying, and still trying to hold it all in to spite my parents, but with the enema in, I just couldnt hold it and finally released the enema and the poop into the toilet. I always felt so defeated at that point. This happened several times.

One of the previous posters to this topic told about being spanked for struggling with the insertion of the suppository. Another poster (either on this topic or another) said that he always felt as if he was being punished for failing to do as expected when he got an enema or suppository. I identify with both statements. My parents also spanked me a lot, and I associated what was happening to me with the enemas as another punishment. It felt like I was being punished for not doing what I should on the toilet.

Well, Carlos, your family sounds like mine. But my parents were upfront about the link between punishment and enema/suppository administration.

As a child I refused alot.alot of crying and squirming but always the suppos forced on my clenched butthole.

Traumatic experiences especially when relatives was present and holding you down as you trying to get free .

I remember the first time I got one was from my mom when I was laying on the sofa sick. For some reason, all I remember is that I was already laying across her lap and she pulled down my pajama bottoms really quick and slipped it in. I screamed and cried and begged her to take it out. She said she couldn't because it was melting.

I also remember another time when I was a little bit older and I rolled off my bed and hit my head on the glass top of a night stand really hard. I woke up my parents screaming in pain. They came running in and when they figured out what had happened, they came back with a cold washcloth to put on my bleeding head.

Afterward, one of them left the room and went into the hallway bathroom. I heard the sink water running briefly and my mom came back with a blue/green sleeping suppository in her hand. I immediately freaked out and tried to get between the wall and my bed to protect my bottom.

She and my dad kept trying to console me saying "it's only a suppository" and "they give them to people in the hospital all the time, just rollover" and "it'll only take a second". I continued to protest loudly, but my mom ran over and pulled me by the arm out from between my bed and the wall and forced the suppository into me. I was so humiliated and angry. It only made it worse when she said "shhh, shhh, it's already melting, there's nothing you can do about it."

Then the next day, to add insult to injury, my dad was making fun of me at the breakfast table for throwing such a fit.

To this day though, I love the idea, and the occasional experience I've had with the forced suppository role play. Both giving and receiving. This has extended to other anal eroticism for me as well.

My family doctor was fond of prescribing suppositories for fever and I didn't much care for them so I was often held down by my aunt while my mom inserted one into my rectum.

I now wonder whether my sister was physically forced to take one. I recall her protesting against suppositories in her room next door to mine. I also recall the time when she fought mom not to be spanked - mom called dad and he pinned her on the bed so that mom could spank her hard and long.

Earlier someone said a "sleeping suppository"------never heard of one but would like to try----Anyone know what they are called?

In France before theyre are "sedatif PC" suppositories to help sleeping but there are not sold anymore.

You also could command it, in pharmacy laboratory, essential oil suppositories to help sleeping.

I just found a sleeping suppository---melatonin in suppository form (kind of pricy at $119 for 30)

It's a little bit expensive.

In France before theyre are "sedatif PC" suppositories to help sleeping but there are not sold anymore.

You also could command it, in pharmacy laboratory, essential oil suppositories to help sleeping.

Out of curiosity I looked these up. They're the usual homeopathic pretty much uselessly low dose stuff - and fortunately so. The list is composed of predominantly toxic plants, as usual they're "camoflauged" by being in Latin rather than coming out and saying "Deadly nightshade, monkshood, rosary pea, etc."

I'm for truth in advertising - don't say "arsenicum," (these don't have that, but some do), say "yeah, it's got arsenic, but you'll get more arsenic from your everyday activities than you will from this so you don't have to worry. You don't have to worry about this product actually doing anything beneficial, either, for that matter."

It's perhaps for that reasons that they are not sold anymore.

I didn't know they were make with toxic plants, I'm not doctor.

Only by dominants in scene

That is just a dream of mine.To be ruled over by a dominant and be forced to get a suppository

That is just a dream of mine.To be ruled over by a dominant and be forced to get a suppository

If it's something you want to have done, you aren't being forced.

"Forced" is when the Domme has her way with you--you have no say in the matter--or she cuts the scene short.

SLEEPING SUPPOSITORY - Phenergan, 25mg or 50 mg per suppository, will DEFINITELY have you sleeping like a baby. They do burn, however. The other problem is that (in the US, at least) they are Rx only. They are also prescribed for nausia.

As a little child all my suppositories have been forced up by my parents.