My feelings depended on the time and place where the enema was to be given.
When I was very young at home(memory serves that to be age 4 t 10) enema were a routine that was followed. My mom believed that we should see the entire preparation process. So I was brought to the bathroom, fully clothed, to watch the mixing of the first enema in the series. Two quarts(always full) filled half way with very warm water. The bar of Ivory soap dropped in the bag and churned around(like my stomach) until milky white. The bag was then filled to capacity Steam escaped the top of the bag,
She hung the bag high on the shower rod She laid a towel on the floor. She took out the vaseline jar and and put the rectal thermometer in it. Then she put a finger cot on her index finger and lubed the nozzle so that it glistened.
From 4 to 10 my instinct was to run, but common sense told me that I would get the belt on my bare butt and more enemas than scheduled.
"Remove all of your clothes and get in position." The last step of stripping was handing her my underpants or pajama bottoms(Hygiene you know)
Position was on my back, knees pulled to my chest, butt crack open anus and genitals in full view.
She would always wash my crack with a warm washcloth. Then she would lube me inside and out.
The thermometer would go in and come out.
The the lubed nozzle would unceremoniously be pushed in. She would hold the nozzle in place and then I would see and here the click.
Oh, how i hated that moment. Nude, vulnerable, humiliated and having no control over the next twenty minutes of my life
"You have to take the whole bag of water and hold it for at least five minutes."
The water would rush into my bowels at a very high pressure I would start to cramp and feel full. But her enemas never slowed down.
When the water was inside me, the nozzle stayed in place for about a minute.
My legs were straightened out and she massaged my abdomen to push the water higher into my bowels.'
The nozzle came out and I rolled over on my stomach and she held my butt cheeks tightly closed for five minutes as I begged for relief.'
I sat on the toilet and expelled, She refilled the bag as I watched. It was hanging on the shower rod as i wiped.
By 9 or 10, I started getting erect while stripping.
From 11 to 17 I started to really enjoy the anal eroticism of the nudity, the anal lubrication and the nozzle insertion. I still hated the water and the cramping.
At the pediatrician's office from 13 to 16, those enemas i deeply hated.Nude on my stomach in front of the doctor, his nurse, and my mom. Long, painful enemas, done with a Higginson Pump. Always too much water and too long a retention time. These were always done after school and a few times a rectal procedure followed, but most of the time it was because the doctor and my mom decided I needed a "good clean out."