Has anyone lied so they were given an enema or suppository as a child?

As Ihave posted elsewhere, I was non-committal about enemas until one day I had to help mother give one to my much younger brother. During that session I suddenly became aware of a strong desire to be the one getting her attention with the nozzle. When she was through with my brother I lied about having a stomach ache also and wound up wonderfully over her knee getting the same treatment. After that, whenever I wanted an enema the old tummy ache trick worked wonders.

I got enough enemas for poor growth, and other health needs, between age 5, and age 14. Trust me, you did not want to get caught LYING in my home. Walt

As a child, lying to provoke an enema was usually a trick that was perpetrated by my sister to induce my mom to give me an enema. It usually evolved around my sister claiming that I was teasing her about enemas. After subjecting me to an uncomfortable soapy enema on a few occasions, I think my mom finally caught on to my sister's skullduggery. I was only successful once in turnabout.

That being said, I have lied on a number of occasions as an adult in an effort to get my spouse or a medical provider to suggest an enema(s) to resolve constipation or some other medically related need.

As a child I would resort to feigning constipation or a tummy ache to get mom to suggest giving me an enema, at least every month or two. I was always careful to protest that I didn't want an enema, knowing that she would persist until I gave in. Didn't want her to get suspicious that I liked them. That was part of the excitement. This continued well into my teen years.

As in willy's case, may it have been that helping to give an enema to a younger sibling make it easier for others to accept them yourself and even fib to get one?

In my case, I was just happy that my mom didn't use me as an enema teaching tool for my older sisters!

Never lied as a child. However as Vicki has done, I have lied as an adult to get one. Seems a shame that we would have to do that. It should be no more a big deal than asking someone to get you an asprin.

Generally I wouldn't lie about when I had gone recently, but now and then might stretch the truth a bit in order to avoid an enema by being vague. My mother pretty much could read my face and knew what was going on and would be told that I was going to get an enema anyway. The next lie would be that I did not need one, but that fell on deaf ears as I watched her continuing to fill the bag.

Didn't need to! If an enema would make me feel better, I could get one without having to lie.

As a kid, my situation was not one of Not being able to get RT'd, supp'd or enema'd, there was Never a problem with that. But as a little kid, who would 'want' something like that? I never had to lie as a child to Get one; rather, I had to be careful about what I said in order to Avoid getting one (a session, actually, as with Mum, one enema was never enough); not really lying, more a sin of omission (can you hear the hair being split?); but if anything seemed at all 'irregular' (pun), the situation would spiral downward, just as it did for emom (see above/below). (In all fairness, when it did, I usually actually Did require service (99 and 44/100th percent certain, remember those numbers, anyone? 😃). Mum was real good at reading my 'Check Engine' light.) On the other hand, it did mean if I ever wanted to (and I don't remember as a pre-teen ever doing this, although I had started to 'like' them as I approached teenhood) it would've been easy to 'nudge' a little, and Mum's imagination would do the cascading.

But as a teen, Mum would only occasionally 'help' me. Even if I flat out said I needed one (lying or not), chances were better than even that I would be told to 'take care of myself', as Mum knew that I could and did 'self-administer'. (One of the problems about being self-sufficient enema-wise.)

I didn't start lying about 'needing' an enema until I was trying to convince my wife to give to me. But I was an adult by then, and that is another story.

Happy waterings,

Cos

All I had to do is ask and I would get an enema, my mom also would know if I needed one and would just call me into the bathroom and we would protest but we new that we where getting the enema.

also when we ran a fever or sick it would be enema time and the most interment time spent with mom, we would talk and get to know things as well as her reassuring us it was to help us to feel better

[color=#000000]I never lied to get enemas as a kid..as I did not like them much....but years later, as I found out about the [/color][color=#000000]enema as an exotic sexual release, and for its senualness I would fib about "tummy aches" [/color][color=#000000]My girfriend years ago would out of the clear blue come up to me regardless of what I was doing [/color][color=#000000]and Rub my tummy and ask how my tummy felt...I would fib a little and say "A little sore" or [/color][color=#000000]"Bloated" and she would then smile and take me by the hand to the bathroom where I would see[/color]

[color=#000000]that she had the bag hanging and full of Soapy water, towels on floor and she would strip off her [/color][color=#000000]cloths wearing her undies. I would always get the enema and a hefty climax and then after a [/color]break...some hot sex in the bedroom. 😄

At about 12/13 I started giving myself enemas. One evening I pretended to be constipated so get mom to give me an enema (had never had enemas from mom). But when mom had the enema all ready I chicken out and told her I had gone some and didn't need the enema. Darn 😢

Sure. When asked if I'd had a BM yesterday or today, frequently I'd lie, sheepishly say, "No," and Mom and I would be off to the bathroom. At times, I'd fake being ill, both to avoid going to school, but also to enjoy the ivory soap enema given as the remedy for whatever the ailment. This behavior continued until I could take enemas by myself when I wanted, which made me a more truthful boy.

When I was around 11 or so (so-so long ago), I found our black enema bulb in our upstairs walk-in closet. For some reason (I don't know why), I decided to use it on myself (Don't know why since I realy hated enemas from mom except the last time when it didn't really hurt). I filled the bulb, laid down on the bathroom floor and somehow

managed to put the nozzle in my rear and gave myself an enema. From then on, I gave myself frequent enemas (Mostly before I took a bath and locked in the bathroom and other times just locking yhe door and quickly doing it)

But they weren't the same as mom doing it. So one day, I pretended to have stomach ache and "No, I havent done anything" (going to toilet) when mom asked. So I had to go through her usual routine of sitting on toilet for 10 minutes before I could get up and leave. Usually about 10 minutes later, she would call me into the bathroom where she had everthing ready. I then had to lay over the topilet seat and she gave me her usual enema. 2 bulbsful. After she emptied the 2nd bulb, she would keep the nozzle in for a moment or so (I would be squirming around).

I got her to give me enemas many times using this techique (but with

enough time inbetween to not let her become aware of me liking it)

I wish I was younger again.

I remember that i did when i was really young. I said that I couldn't go to the bathroom so I could get a suppository.

No if anything I probably lied so that I would not get an enema. Not really into them when I was a young lad. Got a few but at the time did not think they were enjoyable at all. Lol

As a child i never hhad to lie. if i was not feeling well,or did not want to go to school and was constipated I would be called into the bathroom for an Enema. I would hear my Mom opening the door where the enema was stored,water running and the sound of her hand splashing the bar of Ivory Soap as she got the enema ready.She liked very hot and soapy enemas. then i would hear those dreaded words "Come on Honey i have your Enema ready"

Lie dont think so but stretch the truth o heck YA! LOTS!

I never lied as a young child to get one. At that time I really did not enjoy them. The good feelings started to come as I got older, I guess about 10 or 11. But as an adult...that is another story. I would often fake being constipated to see if I could get a girlfriend to give me one. I was sucessful about one half of the time. Sometimes they would suggest a laxitive. When I said that I did not keep any in the house, sometimes they would even go out and get some! Others would finally give me one when I said that it was my remedy of choice. A few would suggest an enema straight away. Sometimes I would leave my bag hanging in the shower with the curtain pulled back so they would be sure to see it when seated on the toilet. I would always leave the smaller enema tip on the hose, so they would not asssume it was another girls Douche bag. After using the bathroom, most would ask about the bag or ask if I had been sick. That would open to door to more frank discussion. I have been able to get women to give me enemas easier that I have been able to give them, but that is a discussion for another forum subject.

Discovering the pleasure of combining enemas with masturbation in my early teens of course led to a few medically unnecessary sessions. Although I was allowed to self-administer, mom continued to control the process, and I made sure it was her suggestion that I take an enema for relief from my frequent bouts of constipation. She would get the family bag out, prepare a hot soapy solution, fill and hang the bag, and spread a few towels on the bathroom floor before calling me in. She would remind me take all of my clothes off and to take my time and give myself a good enema. I would tell her that I was going to take a bath afterwards so she wouldn't question how long I was in the bathroom. She would leave the room and then the fun began. After a good cleanout with the soapy fill, I'd fill the tub and and the bag and would take a rinse enema in the warm water while while working out all those crazy enema fantasies in my head and stroking my rock-hard erection. So if had had been too long since I was able to sneak an enema, all it took was a little white lie about being constipated and I was back in business.

Not as a child but did as an adult, an ex-wife gave my a Fleet enema when i said i was constipated

I did a few times, but most surprisingly once at a friend's house; I was spending the weekend and he had complained of a stomach ache and his mother announced that she was going to give him an enema and for some reason I immediately said "I have a stomach ache too!" His mother said that it had to be something we ate at lunch at her place and instructed the both of us to go to the master bathroom and undress and that she would get the enemas ready. I was, if I remember well, 8 or 9, and I am still surprised to this day that I had found the nerve to say what I said; obviously I did not have a stomach ache, I just wanted to be given an enema, something I often got at home anyway, usually on a weekly basis, but I found it exciting to be given an enema by someone else besides my mother. Unknowingly I was already hooked on enemas.

I didn't outright 'lie' but will plead guilty to a few pretended 'uncomfortable' times. But I didn't need to do it often because my parents gave me enemas very frequently without any sort of need on my part.

I guess it's lying...definitely deception. Part of the sick routine was a rectal temperature before the decision for me to get an enema was made. A elevated temp guaranteed an enema. I learned that if I took the thermometer out and rubbed it on the sheets the temp would go up. Mom would see and say the magic words. I'm going to give you an enema.

I remember after my grandma had given me my first enema with the red bag I was strangely excited and interested in that process. It was different from the red bulb I had got until then. So a couple weeks later when I was staying at her house a couple of days I sort of faked a tummy ache to see if I would get an enema with the bag or bulb. I got the bag. Some time later I tried it again, but maybe she caught on because she said I should tell my mom when she came to pick me up later. I never got an enema from her again.

Didn't really have to as (senior nurse) mother had this uncanny abilty to suss us kids out and before you had a chance to escape it was out with big white douche can,hose & nozzle at the ready then down to do the dastardly deed ..Although I do recall pulling a few stunts with the feigned tummyache or hard to go story, at maybe around 10 years old &heading for early highschool so as to innocently score an enema or 2 or 3

My feigning constipation began with the onset of puberty; prior to that I hadn't enjoyed them. The tradition continues today. Because of an actual pelvic floor disorder that results in constipation, I don't have to "fake" constipation too often as it's a real situation that is resolved with an enema.

I started lying at age 13, so I'd get mom's approval. Every time I got bronchitis as a teen (quite often), I'd mention that I was plugged up and mom would fill her bag and let me take them myself. This continued when I married an R.N., who mom had told about my "problem". The R.N knew just how to deal with it and introduced me to colon tubes. That first year of marriage saw me getting a bag twice a week. That was a fabulous year.

Yes, I lied to Mother about being constipated. Mom at first would use the little red bulb syringe on me and send me to my room to lay down. I always loved the feeling of water entering my rectum. It felt really odd sort of like butterflies flying in there. Then, things changed. Mom's doctor moved and the new doctor did not believe in the use of enemas. When I went to Mom about my constipation problem Mom started giving me that dreaded Castoria. I hated that stuff with a passion. It always made me go, but the cramps were excruciating. I begged for an enema, but Mom would always say our doctor told me those things were not good for you. But, I did not give up. About once or twice a month I'd go to Mom telling her that I was constipated. She would go to the bathroom cabinet and reach for the Castoria. I would walk off saying never mind. Finally, I decided I needed to try something different and I took that stuff. I held the poop even though I needed to go. Very difficult. Somehow I went in the yard while Mother was sleeping. Later that day, Mom asked if I had any results. I told her no... and again out came the castoria and a larger dose. I took it and held it again and this time did not go at all. Mom gave me some more the next morning. I about threw up, but got dressed and went off to school. About 10 I really needed to go, but held it until the end of the day. I expelled it behind some bushes that were behind a Mom and Pop store at the front of the street our house was on. I got home and found Mom waiting. She said she had called and talked to my teacher to see if I had gone to the restroom that day. Of course the teacher told her that I had not. So, Mom took me into her bathroom and pulled out that bottle Castoria again. This time though when she started to pour it into the spoon only a little came out. The bottle was empty. Mom looked at me with this real sad face saying "I'm sorry son. I know you are miserable, but I don't have anymore." I told Mother that I felt kind of sick to my stomach and that I was going to lay down. Mom came into check on me about 30 minutes later. I pretended to be asleep, but stirred when she touched my leg. Mom asked how I felt. I told her absolutely horrible. Mom said "I can give you some Epsom salt water." I told Mom, "can't I have an enema?" Mom looked down at the floor. I said, "please!" Mom shook her head and left the room. I stayed in bed. About 30 minutes later, Mom again came into my room to check on me. She felt of my head and said "Son, please let me give you some Epsom Salt water." I did not say anything and just looked away. Mom again left the room only to return a few minutes later. This time she sat on the edge of my bed and began to rub my back. I smiled up at her. She said "I know you are miserable and I know I shouldn't but if you want me to give you an enema, well, come on." I practically jumped out of bed and followed Mother into her bathroom. She took out her Rexall Victoria Combination syringe and filled it completely full of warm soapy water. She pointed the tip at me and said "I hope this doesn't make you sicker." She walked to the wall and hung it up. The water filled the tubing and I was in heaven. Mom gave me that enema and then 2 more. I often lied to get her to give me more. No more Castoria was ever given.

Interesting question, I don't recall wanting them as a child when I first got them for medical reasons, as a matter of fact I do recall on one occasion objecting quite strenuously. I am sure the roots of my infatuation go back to those experiences, but I don't recall wanting them until at some point in my growth into my own sexuality I began to associate enemas with sexual release. From then on it has been a never look back type of thing- it's just who I am I guess.