Did you easily accept being given enemas as a child?

I definitely would. What's his email?

Wouldn't you like to know? 😉

Wouldn't you like to know? 😉

I would. I won't even tell him to paddle you.

I would. I won't even tell him to paddle you.

Oh, that he would. Whether I like it or not 🙁 He's Daddy Dom.

The first ones given by grandma were not desired trying to escape, fighting, expelling against insertion but anyway it was unuseful, I got it. So with the time I accepted, even preparing myself and the bed while she prepared the enema

Exactly as Brian57. I got used to them and mom always were gentle and caring. She definitely contributed of the development to accept and later on start to like enemas.

Yes, very easily, though my RN mom only gave me very few, perhaps 4-5 that I recall during my whole childhood. Even the very first one I remember I thought interesting and not painful or at all unpleasant. After that one, it was just fun. Even the one Ba enema I took on the hospital X-ray table at about 13 was very interesting and I kind of liked it once I figured out that I wouldn’t leak and make a mess.

Eric

Easily? Ha. I wasn't given any choice whatever in the matter.

The first time I got the bag, at about 11 or 12, I was pinned to the bed, face down, held down by shoulders and ankles, while a visiting nurse gave me a full bag of soapy water. it was not at all abusive, but they wanted to be sure the enema went in fully and did it's job, since I'd not pood in probably a week and was badly constipated. I was not let up until the enema was causing strong cramping.

Getting the red bulb wasn't anything as I never knew what to feel. Seeing the big red bag later on scared me.

Learned to love those and my fetish.

Both parents were farm kids. Both parents experimented with enema play at home. As soon as the world war-2 effort was completed, they left SFO Bay Area. 1946 They started a little dairy farm with 40 acres.

Before i can remember or should i say,,, i woke up in the world being comforted that way. When times changed, i did not need comforting as much, or maybe our lifestyle was getting sophisticated. In the late 50s they sold the farm, bought a new car and a house in town. About 4 years after that and needing something to do, my brother and i started giving water treatments to friends and family. We were teased, but being backwards farm kids and a mind of our own, we let it roll off our back, peer pressure did not register. Having grown up with hard labor every day since 6 years old, we had no mind for sports and made our own kinds of fun and ways of making a little cash. I was a yard boy, Brother got a paper route. Cousin had a paper rout. I'd help them and we would help each other *v*

I was unable to reconcile the idea of pleasure and pain occurring at the same time.

The end result is that I DID pretty much accept enemas without too much resistance. I loved it in some ways.

At the same time I resented the pain enough that I could not give in without some complaining.

So, I would say that I accepted it pretty easily but something inside was always saying I should resist!

I never resisted because I knew that it would not help keeping me from going over moms lap. She must have known what she was doing as I do not remember having bad cramps.

I don't now nor do I remember ever fussing about enemas. I've always trusted in Mom or the few others who have given them to me, as a kid and now, and it was and is just a “fact of life”. When it's time, it's time and I've always just for whatever reasons, many of which I guess I'm exploring here just accepted it as such.

Got my first enema from my neighbor, a boy a year older than me, when I was five. It was only about a pint, but I enjoyed it from the start. That tuned into a lifelong love, and seventy two years later, am still enjoying the gallon enema.

I always fought, cried, tried to run away or beg my way out of being given an enema. Always ended up getting a spanking and an enema. I loved the feeling, but found it mortifying to be given one. It's too bad because I could have been given a lot more of them had I not resisted. While I hated them from Mom, I loved to give them to myself. Still do.

Oh my- how I cried and complained. Enemas ALWAYS made may tummy ache bad……still do. However, I learned to accept them and now I take my enemas like a good little enema boy….. michael https://en.zity.biz/gallery/image/16548

I am not sure if there is a common way for one to become introduced to receiving an enema? My guess is that there are many ways and can begin at any age. Whether one continues to use or seek an enema I think develops as one gets older.

My introduction was at age 12 when taken to the doctor due to stomach pain. It had been going on for a week and my parents feared it was appendicitis. It wasn't. Then when older and on vacation, I had a similar experience with nasty stomach pains and went to the local ER where upon I was given an exam. Like before, it included a rectal temp and rectal exam. Again, I was rather embarrassed at having my rear on display. I think the last experience was more humiliating since the doctor was female along with the nurse who administered the Fleet. A nurse had also done this when I was younger as well but then I had no idea what the word, “enema or Fleet enema” meant. This time, I surely did and felt most humiliated and distressed to be naked on the table with a paper gown. This time I have better recollection of how it made me feel to receive and hold it.

From that time until now, I have made friends with the enema nozzle and come to appreciate what it can offer. Like some things, I suspect it is an acquired interest.

Mixed and it depended on my mood. I had seen my parents give them to my older brother and he fussed about it but I was really curious and fascinated, like what is this is thing mom and dad are putting in Danny's butt? So, when I got the first one I can remember, I was sort of interested in the experience but it was a mixed thing. After that, I put up with it, but it wasn't something I looked forward to.

I was never given much choice ether at home from mum and granny or from nurses in hospital if made any sort fuss got slap on bottom

i complain but was pointless new get them what ever said only difrence mum often inserted soap stick first.

Always protested, whined and/or cried that I didn't need it. And always, I was commanded to ‘climb up here so I can give you this enema’. Truthfully, after I went through all the act, I DID need the enema.

I threw a chocolate covered fit. Every time. I hated enemas but was given them from infancy. I cried, screamed, told mom I was feeling better and didn’t need one and was always finally threatened that my dad would be called in to give me the enema. That sounded big time worse than allowing mom to administer it and I submitted while whining that the pain was unbearable seconds after I heard the clamp released.

I was sick a lot when I was bout 12 , Got lots of enemas from , visiting Nurse , Mom , nurse at Dr's office , then at hand of house wife , on farm where I lived and worked , till went off to college . Then was trying to sneak em in in college dorm during weee hours of nite . So I guess answer is , only first couple early on bothered best I can remember , then just let it happen , then same as others , started looking forward to it , sneaking them for pleasure when opportunity presented itself , finally workin round to convincing others to let Me give em one or more . Had some successes , have other post with stories bout that .

Definitely not….

I truly hated getting my enemas. Enemas were a fix all for my mom ,I would get them at least once or twice a month. Till I was around 11 or 12 I gave my mom a hard time ever time. Funny ones she stopped after a few months I started craving them and soon started sneaking them on my own . I will never forget my first solo enema

The first enema that I can remember when I was 5 the day before I started kindergarten over my mothers lap using a small red bulb, so I would have no problems the next day at school. Soon after she started Friday night and Saturday

morning enemas. At age 7 she switched to the red bag. I never gave her a problem, I always enjoyed them. She was very gentle with me, my two sisters to my knowledge never got enemas. UHW

Any time my I was sick or unable to have a bowel movement for any reason my mother would give me an enema. I enjoyed the administration and the relief. The first time at age 11 I was not sexually mature to understand the any sexual relation. Just seeing my mother beautiful rear end and the administration was enjoyable. It was enjoyable when she told me I was going to get an enema

My objections were those of what I would say to be of the ‘ mild verbal ’ and those were more of a question of ‘ why are we doing this ’ than outright resistance . My ‘ acceptance ’ of this very private and intimate activity seemed to connect at a rather early age from the above ‘ mild objection ’ to that of an activity in which anticipation , stimulation , interaction and a pleasant sensuality came together in one so young . I can't explain it but the enema had become what I consider erotic today at a very early age in my life . The surrender of my little ‘ forbidden hole ’ to my mother and the resulting most pleasant sensations of being given a gentle enema became over a very short time a strong desire outside the ‘ normal ’ of a childhood illness treatment and my real occasional bouts with constipation . As a child yes ……… ‘ acceptance ’ and as I matured an activity I desired and pursued . I still enjoy giving and receiving an enema .

Not the first ones but when I realized it was unuseful to fight I accepted them, until it became exciting with puberty

I accepted enemas for constipation easily and also series of enemas although the last herbal enemas we're somewhat hard at first as they really filled my colon but my sisters got them also so I didn't complain. I would masturbate while holding them and came to truly enjoy them when my oldest sister introduced me to an anal vibrator. Some enemas caused cramps but all did their job in helping me to go. I enjoyed expelling them. Only when I had morning diarrhea from antibiotics and mom started injecting potato starch enemas right afterwards did I start to oppose them because I was not allowed to expel these enemas. I hated them because of the forced retention and felt violated as the Vaseline lubed nozzle of the small white bulb syringe easily penetrated my anus to deliver the daily morning dose of warm, thick enema yet the tip would touch a wonderfully sensitive spot inside and cause me to get an erection. I received involuntarily those enemas for several weeks.

@alberto6536,

How did potato starch enemas cure antibiotic diarrhea? I’ve never had or seen one. How much volume? How long did you have to hold it? Thanks,

Eric

Oh yes, totally. Never even tried to fight it, in fact did not see the point in doing that. I mean you you comply it will be done quicker and easier for both parties, giver and receiver. But it would make even less sense if you enjoy getting one… If you know what I mean…

Ericmason, mom prepared the enemas in a small saucepan and used a small bulb syringe to inject them. I think it was four ounces and she refilled it once so probably between seven and eight ounces went in but surely less than eight as not all the enema is syringed when using a bulb syringe. I don't really remember the quantity but mom said that it was medicine to soothe and heal the irritation caused by the diarrhea . It was not a large amount but I wanted to expel it and was not allowed to. Mom said that it needed to be absorbed. A couple of times, I expelled it after several hours of retention and mom said that it was ok. The enema was prescribed by my pediatrician and after a few weeks, my diarrhea stopped. The catherisation was only done with the distention enemas which were given monthly or twice a month sometimes. Apart from the douche nozzle connected to a Higgenson syringe, I most liked the colon tube.