Mom

"Mommy needs to take your temperature, Michael. Roll-over on your tummy for mommy..." These words began the imprinting that has remained in my mind for over 50 years. Mom would pull-down my pj bottoms and underpants to remain uselessly around my ankles as I lay on my tummy.. I felt a chill in the air of the open room. "Michael, now hold your breath for mommy..." and at that she would gently part my young, smooth, pale bare bottom and insert the chilled, glass thermometer smeared with globs of vaseline. "now hold still there....."- and off she went to the bathroom closet. I could hear the tell-tale sounds of her getting the enema out of the closet and opening-up the box that it was stored in. I could hear the jingling of the clamp on the hose. The water in the sink was turned on to run- with the mix being carefully brought to temperature and then the filling of the enema. The enema was a vintage, large, 3+ quart, red rubber open top enema with a red hose and black nozzle....and, of course the metal clamp. I heard her clamp it shut and begin to swish around the bar soap inside of it- then open the clamp to expel the air. Then, more water from the sink as the water coninued to fill it- making the enema sound from deep to shallow- until finally it was heard to over-flow into the sink. It must be bulging by now....I would think to myself. The sound of it gurgling as she hung it on the towel rack with the hose drooping, looping back up into the top. The sound of the metal lid on the glass vaseline jar as she carefully smeared globs over the black nozzle. These are the memories of enemas then- and the compelling drive for enemas today. Upon re-entering the room "I am going to give you a good, hot, soapy enema, Michael.....are you ready for your enema?".....mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

I think many of us have similar memories, except for me it was my step mom. She would tell me she thought i needed an enema and to go to my room and wait untill she called. Waiting was the worst part! When she called me to her room, she would be sitting in her chair, i would have to undress, neatly fold my cloths and then lay across her knee for my temp. I could see the empty pink open top bag laying on a towel on the bed. After my temp, i would sit on the bed while she prepared my enema, listening for every sound in the bathroom. She would walk back in the room holding the bulging wet bag, with the hose looped in the top. Then it was up on all fours for her, i can remember turning around and watching her lube the nozzle with ky. Such great memories

I also remember having my temperature taken rectally prior to an enema. My first memories are of when I was 4 years old and my mom called me into the bathroom. She was sitting on the toilet with the lid down and told me to lay over her lap on my tummy. She already had the rectal thermometer and vaseline out by the sink. I noticed she also had a blue bulb syringe that looked like an ear syringe. She pulled me over her lap and then lowered my pants and underpants. After shaking down the thermometer she covered the bulb with vaseline and then gently inserted it up my rectum. She had her hand flat across my bottom and held the thermometer in place between her fingers. It was very quiet in the bathroom and at one point I started to ask her a question. She said "shhsh........be still." After a few minutes she removed the thermometer and wiped it off and read it. She then told me she was going to give me an enema. I asked what that was and she explained that it was where she inserted a rectal enema syringe nozzle up my bottom and squirted a little warm water in my rectum to help me go to the bathroom. I asked her if it would hurt and she said no....not at all. She was right. It felt totally unique from any other sensations I'd had there. I remember it vividly and to this day it is a very sensual memory.

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Interesting story!

Haven't used a rectal thermometer since my son was a baby. The "newer" digital thermometers are such an improvement, why revert to the "olden days"?

I do recall as a little girl, my mom used a rectal thermometer on me, but, that stopped well before my teen years. So glad for that!! 😁

I used to get rectal temps as a small child. I didn't like them much then but love to both give and get them now

Great ,great post. For me the rest included those moments when I would say I felt full and she would say"take a little more for Mommy". My next observation included "Please mommy, take it out I can't hold it". Mom would respond, "if you I take it all I'll have to start all over again". Finall I would plead. :take it out, take it out. Please, please Mommy take it out". She would grudgingly remove the nozzle and say in a disappointed tone "OK your enema is done".

I don't get the sexual connection with enemas and parents....eww

Katrina...

I think for some the mommy/daddy thing is more of a submission thing. I can't say I understand it, but whatever floats their boats.

I got plenty of rectal temps growing up. I also got plenty of suppositories. Up till I was 4 I would get soap enemas with the bulb syringe. The nanny who cared for me would put me over her knees and fill my bottom with the soapy water. She would then put me on the potty to release it. At age 4 I graduated to the enema bag and fought and kicked like mad. I had a strict dad who held me and after a bit learned not to fight it.

Cody

Moms enemas were very strict. Always lots of soapy water in open top red bag. Then over the lap with stern words,"Be a good boy and take it all because your going to get it anyway." Finally the wonderful words,"ok its stopped",but it hurt so bad.

I got most of my early enemas and suppositories over the lap. The enemas caused a lot of cramping, and i don't think she understood how the pressure of me laying on my stomach caused this. Once she switched over to me on my hands and knees on the bathroom floor, enemas became easier, and less painful, to take.