Being seen receiving an enema

Very often in childhood. My aunt took me to deworming sessions and was always present during the treatment. Mothers of other children brought for treatment, and children themselves aged 3-6 years. Although the children, for the most part, could see little because of their short stature, and enemas were placed on a high table. The children understood that I was being given an enema rather than saw it. Then I was 6 years old. My older sisters saw me when I was 10 years old. The middle sister saw very little, but the older sister took part in the enemas. When I was in the hospital, medical students saw it. Again, during the enema, other moms often came into the office for various reasons. There was nothing unusual about this.On several occasions other children accidentally or mistakenly entered the classroom. In this case it was a few seconds, maybe. In the USSR, they cared little about the private life of children. It happened that if it was hot in the office, the nurses purposely opened the door to the corridor. Although as they grow older, by the age of 12-13, the attitude has changed. And at this age (6 and 10 years old) they were still considered small children. They shouldn't have been ashamed. Nurses, mother and sisters often told me about it. But in fact, I was very ashamed. Although those children who were with me on treatment for worms, apparently, really did not care.

Many times when younger and also usually in hospital people walk in during your stay the curtain might be partially closed but they can see. My last stay after back surgery about six people were in the room when I got a suppository and later the two PT women saw me get half the bag before they said we will be back in an hr to get you walking.

Yes, a few times when involved in a orly where I knew that I would be rimmed.

My best friends mom invited me into the bathroom to watch his punishment enema just to add to his embarrassment during a weekend sleepover! I got wicked hard watching that and we had a few jack off sessions that night!

My best friends mom invited me into the bathroom to watch his punishment enema just to add to his embarrassment during a weekend sleepover! I got wicked hard watching that and we had a few jack off sessions that night!

Wow, mean mom there, @codjer. What infraction earned him a disciplinary enema? Mom really thought he was bad enough to have to give it to him during a friend’s sleepover with him?

Eric

@ericmacson he backtalked his mom one too many times!

I've had an audience for almost every enema I have gotten in a medical setting. Usually it's general traffic in the hospital with aids and helpers wanting to talk to the nurse while she is tied up administering. The last one an aid was sent in to remove my IV's and the nurse told her I am going to be giving an enema, where upon the aid left. The one time it became a group activity was when I was being prepped for a colonoscopy. The visiting nurse had a friend accompany her to my house. After the first enema she ask if her friend could come in and handle the bag. I said yes and both women attended to me. The friend related a story about how someone had talked her into trying coffee enemas, and she didn't llike them. Both nurses were very comfortable with enemas. They also expressed how easy it was having a healthy patient, they said most of their patients were disabled.

I wasn't the best patient. In the hospital an orderly was always there. He wouldn't listen to my complaining. He'd strip of my pajama bottoms and hold me firmly while I was given the enemas. Usually they talked to distract me. I was terribly embarrassed.

Our older daughter, 18 at the time, accidentally came in to our bedroom while my husband had just finished giving me an enema. I was lying in bed, covered up, trying to hold in the enema before having to get up and use the bathroom.

Jen was embarrassed, she wanted to turn around and leave as fast as she came in. I reacted differently. I was comfortable, not having those waves yet, so I asked her to stay. She was asking to use my car to go shopping.

She saw the enema bag hanging before, having been on the receiving end from me a couple of times. I felt she should learn about these things, but we didn’t talk about enemas, we chatted about the new pair of shoes she wanted. Lol My husband excused himself. It was one of those “oops” moments in a family’s life that we still remember and laugh about.

@Vicki_V she wanted to turn around and leave as fast as she came in. I reacted differently.

I only caught a quick glimpse once of my mom, similar to what you described; but I was very quick to skedaddle away. My mom and I were never able to talk about our love of enemas. Kind of sad when I think about it now as we were so close otherwise.

I assume the question means someone other than the giver. And in that case, yes, a few times. My mom's friend was present on a few occasions. I wouldn't say I was fully embarrassed, necessarily. But it definitely felt different to have her there watching.

Just a couple of brief affairs, introducing during midlife...that's all.

Since starting my own enemas at 15, now 71, no one saw it but the giver, which was either my mom, wife or GF.

IRL, I detest real embarrassment or humiliation. But in playing with our kinks, it’s almost the opposite - I loved having my GF or wife be Domme and give me big long enemas as her sub. Perhaps consequently, being a lover of enemas plus about 5 other fairly mainstream kinks, for years I’ve had very well-developed plans or fantasies of having a small group of my SO’s and my friends invited to come “help” my Domme GF give me enemas plus other kinks. The crucial part is that if I had completely trustworthy and confidential friends of ours come and help my GF both give me enemas and embarrass or humiliate me while giving them to me, THAT enema embarrassment and humiliation would be powerfully fun and erotic. I just keep dreaming of that scenario and them watching me get my humiliating enema when I give myself solo enemas these days. A real mixed-kink, mixed emotion enema joyride.

Eric

@chelle300 I’m down to watch you ot even better give it

I posted this in another thread.

https://en.zity.biz/index.php?mx=forum;ox=display;msg=1148424

Dee - as always great stories and life experience descriptions.....luv them!

@ddell2 I had read that episode and this posting reminded me about it. It must have felt horrible to be bent over this woman you barely knew, showing everything… even worse, somewhat being demonstrated upon.

Actually by nobody; Except when my mother's friend, the nurse, showed her how she could practically improve certain things on me, or demonstrated new equipment.

Then her mom watched closely, and my mom's nurse when she imitated it afterwards.

So I was given a "double pack".

@Pecan_nutjob

@ddell2 I had read that episode and this posting reminded me about it. It must have felt horrible to be bent over this woman you barely knew, showing everything… even worse, somewhat being demonstrated upon.

I don't think horrible is the right word. Embarrassing especially at that age, yes!

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@ddell2 Yes. Common decency would have dictated that since anyway she was not helping in the administration, just watching, she should have left the room.

No, the only enemas I have (yet) received other than self-administered have been in a medical setting. However I was embarrassed as a kid when a nurse entered the room and asked "Which is the boy for the enema?" As I was unaware what was lined up for me I kept quiet, but she returned moments later and called me by name so the other kids all knew what I was having done.

If I ever find myself being given an enema for pleasure I'm not sure how I would feel about spectators...

Both of my sisters learned to give enemas first by watching and then by doing. I was usually the recipient though they practiced on each other sometimes as well.

As teenagers, my siblings and I gave each other enemas a couple times a week. About a year into this activity, my girlfriend found out from my sister we were swapping enemas with each other a couple of times a week. Like us, she preferred someone giving her an enema and asked me, if I would swap enemas with her during her period each month. I did, and it continued from Junior High through High School. A number of months later, at my girlfriend's house one afternoon, we forgot to lock the bathroom door and her younger sister, by a year, walked in on us. She was undressed and in the knee chest position before my girlfriend could say, "get out of here." Yes, her sister let me give her an enema, and no, her sister wouldn't let her give me one. She told her younger sister, “He's mine, not yours.” A year after I got married, my wife and I got involved with three other couples our age for the express purpose of having foursomes a couple times a month. It ended when members of the group decided they wanted to stop and concentrate on having children to start a family.

When I was about 5 years old, I was with my grandparents during our 2 week summer stay. During that stay, I was given an enema to unclog my colon. While I was on the bathroom floor receiving my irrigation, I could hear my grandparents front door open and voices in the background. In a few minutes, I could hear the voices getting louder and footsteps through the living room, then the bedroom/bathroom hallway. My grandmother left the bathroom door open, so anyone who walked by would get an eye full of a fully nude boy with a nozzle up his butt and a red bag hanging from the towel rod. Sure enough, my grandmother stops at the door, along with two other older aunts looking in. I don't remember being embarrassed, because I thought everyone got enemas, so why should I be upset about being seen? The stayed a couple of minutes, then moved along to another room and the show ended. I can't remember how much time passed, but later, my grandmother came in, removed the nozzle and I jumped up on the toilet to release. I was very happy the enema did it's job, even if it took longer than normal, due to the visiting relatives.

My husband and I have been married only two months when I was critically injured in an accident and needed home nursing care after I was in the hospital. We had a lovely nurse come to our apartment, and during one of the first visits asked my doctor for an order to give me a cleansing enema because I was constipated from the pain medication. Other than Fleet in the hospital, that was my first experience having a nurse give me a full blown soapy enema. The bag was scary hanging above my bed.

She recommended that my husband be in the room to help position me on my side while she gave the enema. At first I was embarrassed, but she was nicely insistent, because she said husbands should learn basic nursing skills, including how to give an enema if if I needed due to the pain medication that I would be taking long-term. As it turned out, that was amazingly accurate advice.

She gave me two enemas that day. The first one with my husband holding onto me, was very uncomfortable. I was extremely bound up from the medication, and the cramps were so bad that I cried in the bathroom and told the nurse please don’t give me another one.

After a nearly half hour break, she coaxed me into a second cleanse, and this time it was just the two of us in the room. This was when the enema really cleaned me out, and it felt so good that I nearly climaxed. I only told my husband about that later. He told me that he wished he had been there to see it. As a young bride, that was a moment that I lost much of my inhibitions. The nurse was very matter-of-fact, assuring me that my feelings were normal, and to just go with them. For a 23 year old just one year older than I, she had wisdom behind her years.

...not seen, but heard...

I was just in my first year at school. so about 6 years old. On a Friday afternoon I was playing with some buddies. on the way home i passed my buddy jürgen's house and thought i'd drop by his place.

The house was set back and had a beautiful front yard. To get to the entrance, you had to turn left around the house to the back, passing the bathroom window that opened upwards.

As I walked past, I could already hear jürgen saying that he couldn't take it anymore, that it was enough, but his mom replied that it had to be and there was more to come; and he shouldn't behave like that, he knew very well that otherwise it would be repeated immediately afterwards.

He groaned and said he was the only one of his buddies who got enemas... He had to

fidgeted, because there was a short clapping, followed by an "ouch". "Hold still now..." and moan again.

His mother said that all his buddies were getting enemas, he could be sure of that.

... as far as I was concerned, she hit the mark...

Despite this situation, I rang the doorbell. After some time, the mother opened the door, one hand armed with a rubber glove...

Before I could say anything, she said I was inappropriate, Jürgen was getting his weekly enemas; but I could come back in about an hour.…;

without waiting she closed the door. I slowly walked around the house again, past the bathroom window again and heard his mom say, now two more times and he would have been through it...

I came home much too late that day, later than agreed. Mom was already waiting for me with a soap enema...

There were days that just shouldn't have existed...

Growing up, my siblings and I were given enemas together in the bedroom or bathroom by mom. When we were at our grandmothers, for the most part, she gave us enemas in private. However, mom had two young teenage sisters that grandma taught to take care of us at an early age. And like mom, they gave us enemas together in grandmas large downstairs bathroom in the evening. If they gave us an enema at any other time, they were generally done in private. So, being seen getting enemas growing up was routine, and that included our teenage aunts. We witness them getting enemas from time to time, but we never saw any of the adult's getting enemas. Though, we overheard grandma giving mom enemas a few times.

If colonics count, then "yes" once. I went for an open colonic, not usual here in the UK, from a very nice lady who offers both Angel of Water and Doloto, closed colonics as I wanted to try the former. "D" greeted me and ushered me into the treatment room where another lady was sitting. "D" then said "this is "L" and she will be watching your treatment ". No "may she" or "if its OK with you "! "L" turned out to be absolutely charming and the whole experience was a happy one.

As a young teen my mom (a strict nurse) started us on weekly enemas. They were usually separate but often we got to see each others. So humiliating and embarrassing for both us but lifelong memories....

@ddell2 I had read that episode and this posting reminded me about it. It must have felt horrible to be bent over this woman you barely knew, showing everything… even worse, somewhat being demonstrated upon.

@Pecan_nutjob While I agree to a certain extent, she was my mother's sister and she was subject to enemas so I can understand her curiosity but at the time, I didn't totally appreciate it. I did enjoy her comments regarding her children, who were older than me and a little uppity because they were students or grads of Stanford.