I liked enemas as far back as I can remember, because they made my anus and penis tingle, so I never mined getting one. However, I always complained when told I was going to receive one to cover up that I liked them. I would fake being constipated every now and then, so mom would give me one.
The thing was, when mom set up the bed to give any one of us an enema, she did all three of us together. Thinking if one needed an enema, the other two did as well. They, like me, both liked enemas and complained to cover it up, like I did. My brother had more problems with constipation than me or my sister did, put together, so we had to watch how much we faked stomach trouble, because most of the time we both got an enema whenever he did. The downside was, mom had us hold the soapy enema for five to ten minutes before we could go to the toilet and the cramps would hurt real bad sometimes and we would complain. If we complained too much, mom was quick to spank us with her paddle or hairbrush. It’s no fun getting spanked for complaining about cramps while trying to hold a soapy enema.
The first rinse enema mom gave us, we had to hold for four or five minutes. During the second rinse enema, which we didn’t always receive, we always had to take more water than during the first two, but could release as soon as we had taken the whole bag. Only as we got older around age 10 was the bag really full with 2 quarts for all two or three enemas. The two rinse enemas, to me, were the best, because that’s when I would feel the most tingling, especially during the second rinse. Then just before our teens, we were taught how to give enemas to ourselves, by our RN grandmother. I personally always thought mom was behind our grandmother teaching us, but never asked.