When I was 11 I spied on my 8 year old cousin Beth-Ann as she got an enema. My vantage point was a heating register in the wall just above baseboard level in my parent’s bedroom. The bathroom was on the other side of that wall and register in there was inline so that if the dampers on both sides were open you could see through both grills and into the bathroom (or vise-versa).
My Aunt, Uncle and cousin were staying a few days on their drive across the country. Before dinner I overheard my Aunt Helen tell my cousin that she'd be getting an enema before bed. During dinner I excused myself to go to the bathroom and made sure that the damper on the bathroom register was wide open. When Beth-Ann was called upstairs I snuck into my parents bedroom, moved the chair out from the wall and crawled behind and listened and peered into the bathroom. The sounds in the tiled bathroom were easily heard but my view was limited. But let me tell you that were enough to picture the scene vividly.
First, I heard my Aunt at the sink sloshing water, the unmistakable smell of Ivory Soap coming through the registers. Then Beth-Ann arrived, I could see her bare feet as she watched the preparations. Beth-Ann asked her mom why she was getting an enema now. Aunt Helen told her she was long overdue and hadn't had a BM since they started their trip. Beth-Ann protested but her mom was having none of it and told my cousin to take off her nighty and panties. Beth-Ann stamped a foot in defiance. Aunt Helen told her "That's enough young lady, unless you want a spanking too!" Beth-Ann whined slightly before I saw her feet shuffling (removing her nighty?) followed shortly thereafter by her panties falling to her ankles before she stepped out of them.
Aunt Helen then sat down on the toilet lid (I could see her feet) and Beth-Ann's bare feet moved to the side before coming up off the floor (now laying across my Aunt's lap). I held my breath thinking I was about to hear her getting spanked. Instead heard the sound a jar being opened (Vaseline? Yes, I was sure of that.) The metal lid clanked onto the bathroom vanity and I saw Beth-Ann's feet disappear as her hands reached for the floor on the other side of my Aunt's legs. I then heard a glass jar clank onto the vanity as Aunt Helen said "Lie still now". Beth-Ann took a sharp breath then cooed softly. (Getting her anus greased up?)
I then saw Beth-Ann back on her bare feet again and my aunt's hands reaching down and pulling the bathmat closer to the toilet before telling Beth-Ann to "get into position." Beth-Ann then knelt on the bathmat and then bent over. I could see her feet and legs, but only up to mid-thigh. I pushed my head sideways to the floor trying to see higher, but couldn't.
Then I heard bubbling sound, then silence, then a gurgle. Aunt Helen said "Relax now" and I heard Beth-Ann say "ow, ow, ow" softly (the nozzle inserted), then cooing (as the bulb was squeezed). After a short time there were a sucking sound and then it repeated; bubbles, silence, Beth-Ann's quiet "ooo's" and "Ahh's", then the sucking sound. After about three cycles Beth-Ann said "That's enough mommy, I'm getting full." Aunt Helen replied "I'll decide when you've had enough" and the pattern repeated.
After another five or six cycles, Beth-Ann urgently said "Ow, Mommy, ow, ow, ow, it hurts" and the cycle stopped and I could tell Aunt Helen was rubbing Beth-Ann's belly. After a few minutes Aunt Helen asked "Better now Bethy?" to which Beth-Ann replied "A little" then "That's enough Mommy, pleeasse!"
Aunt Helen said "Just a few more" and I heard bubbles from the sink once again.
After several more, Beth-Ann cried out "I can't hold it Mommy!" and I saw drips and a stream of brown water coming down her thigh. Aunt Helen leaped up off the toilet and opened the lid just as Beth-Ann leapt to her feet and plopped down on the toilet. There were several minutes of sounds of water spraying into the toilet mixed with plops and long juicy farts. I pinched my nose to block the smell coming through the registers.
As Beth-Ann finished on the toilet she said "Mommy, can I go to bed now?" in a small pleading voice. Aunt Helen replied "Not so fast young lady. You didn't hold your enema long enough. We'll need to do it again." Beth-Ann wailed and swung her feet angrily from the toilet seat and shouted "NO Mommy, I won't!"
Aunt Helen went to the toilet and put Beth-Ann on her feet. I heard the toilet paper roll being pulled briskly then Beth-Ann went on tip-toes saying "Ow Mommy, you're too rough." Then the toilet lid came down and Aunt Helen sat down again and pulled Beth-Ann across her lap.
SLAP, SLAP, SLAP! rang through the registers followed by Beth-Ann screaming. Aunt Helen said "That, young lady, is just a taste of what you'll get if you don't straighten up right now!"
Beth-Ann sobbed out a "I'll be good Mommy, I promise."
Then I heard the jar (of vaseline) moving on the vanity and Beth-Ann stifle a cry. Then it was back on her feet, then kneeling on the bathmat again. Aunt Helen stood up and I heard the water start to run again in the sink as Beth-Ann stayed on her knees and chest waiting with an occasional sniffle.
Once again, Aunt Helen sat down on the toilet lid and I heard the soapy water being sucked into the bulb and the cycle began again. This time Beth-Ann took and held her enema. As Beth-Ann sat on the toilet relieving herself,
I left my listening post as Aunt Helen praised her daughter for doing so well. Later that night I went to the bathroom and examined the enema bulb my Aunt had used on my cousin. I desperately wanted to try it out, but didn't want to risk being caught. But the events of that night are vividly etched into my memory.