The three of us boys got enemas from Mom if we were constipated or had fever. We all cried when the l'il 4 oz red bulb with black tip came out for us... but we got them anyway. Mom was always gentle, filled the sink with warm water and rubbed soap into it until it got cloudy white, then explained how she was filling the bulb, expelling the air and refilling to the top to be sure there was no air that might make it hurt. She then showed how she lubed the nozzle with Vaseline so it would not hurt, then had us climb onto her lap face up, and asked us to put our legs up, when a greasy finger was gently touched to our anus before the nozzle was inserted, I could feel the bulb touch, then the command "squeeze" as she squirted the enema in. "Can you take another"? was asked after the first, if no protest was heard, the process was fast repeated, and we were then put on the toilet to expel... no holding required. We all cried all through this...but never refused or kicked... that would have gotten much more forcible response from Mom, maybe even Dad... YIKES!
One time I was legs up on her lap, crying as usual, with the bulb in and touching, "Squeeze" came... and my crying STOPPED INSTANTLY. As the fluid flowed into me, I told Mom "It doesn't hurt... it feels kind of... GOOD!" When she asked if I could take another, the immediate "Yes" response. When that was in, I immediately said I could take another. She protested that I would squirt, then relented saying I was bigger, and gave it. I then asked for a fourth, she said "That's enough" and got me on the toilet. After that, I wanted more enemas, and asked every time the bulb came out. Sometimes I'd succeed, sometimes not. I would take the bulb out when having alone time in the bathroom and stick it in... but it was just not the same as Mom's enemas. I got to wondering about that difference... could it be the WATER? One time around age 6 I was playing wth the bulb, Mom was in the kitchen cooking dinner... and I thought "Why not TRY the water"? Mom's careful explanations got me a full bulb of soapy inserted and squeezed... WOW, that feels just like Mom's enemas!!! Now... do I pull it out squeezed or unsqueezed... that part had always been out of sight and unexplained. Of course I had to choose to let it re-expand before pulling out... and only realized my error when I went to refill. Quick reinsertion and squeezing fixed that problem, then two more repetitions before putting the bulb away and sitting on the toilet to complete my FIRST solo enema. Yes it WAS GOOD!
The next day I was feeling like another enema, and I asked Mom if I could have an enema every day. She replied emphatically "Oh, no... NOT every day!" I considered that, then resolved with no further comment to have one every OTHER day. Even kids learn early on when to keep quiet about things they need that are not acceptable to others. :-) I never received another enema from Mom... yet never got any feedback that indicated she knew I was sneaking either. I do recall one afternoon at my grandmother's house when Mom was sitting around a table chatting with a number of her sisters (not sure if I had started sneaking yet or not). She remarked to them in a rather amazed tone that I liked enemas.. I do not recall any comments, but I buried my face in whatever I was doing and pretended I did not hear. I just kept on sneaking... even today, unless I need to be sure wifey does not need the bathroom for the 2 hours I plan to occupy it.