Did you easily accept being given enemas as a child?

Absolutely accepted being given enemas as a child. Mom taught me that having an "enema series" periodically was healthy, so she took extra steps to make sure I was comfortable during each session so I would not resist when it was time for enemas.

I hated enemas as a kid. I hated the cramps. I'd try to [unsuccessfully] lie my way out each time. I still got the 2 qts of hot soapy water. And if I had to release before taking the full 2 qts, I had to get back in position and take all that remained in the bag. If I didn't cooperate, my Mom would threaten me with a spanking from my Dad when he got home, and I'd still have to take the enema. I didn't start to like enemas until in my 20s

What a great subject. Absolutely no and absolutely yes!! When I was very young (under 7) I would do everything possible to escape the bag and hose. I HATED IT. Then one day, I began to crave it. I couldn't admit it to anyone, so whenever I found myself at home alone, I would bring out the bag and take 2 or 3 enemas. They became an obsession for me. Then when puberty arrived, I was completely hooked. And to this day they are as much an item in my life as anything.

Oh my. My mom would administer these on Saturday eves. I wasn't into it the first couple of times, but she used the red bulb with a 5" douche nozzle. I enjoyed these sessions so much that i would be arroused to the point of small ejaculations. I think mom sen the puddles on the bathroom floor. We were bent over the bathtub. To this day the sight of that buld gets my hard.

No problem with them. as i got older i would ask for them from other people besides my mother as in my female neighbor

I was Okay with getting an enema. Mom was gentle and I only got them when all else failed. She would explain what was happening and that it was not good to be constipated. As I got older the enemas were fewer and farther in between. As I got into my teens I developed a fondness of anal stimulation with the enema nozzle, rectal thermometers, and suppositories, but I fullfilled that desire privately.

When I was a child I did not get an enema unles I had been constipated for about 3 days. So by then, the releif was worth it. My mom hung the bag too high which caused alot of cramping. (She was not being mean, just ignorant. She hung the bag at the same height for her own enemas.) So when I was young I did not look forward to my enemas and would try to talk mom out of it. But if it had been 3 days, I was soon on my back on the bathroom floor looking at that gigantic red B.F. Goodrich bag hanging over me, with the red hose trailing out of sight . Soon I would feel the nozzle going in and a loud click as the bright metal clamp was opened. I did not enjoy the cramps when they started, but I did enjoy the surge of the water on my prostate. I had not idea what a prostate was and I would get a strange feeling in my little prick. Even at 6 or 7 it would get stiff, tiny but stiff! As I grew older, I began to enjoy the feeling more and I guess I got more used to the cramps. When I was alone I would play with the bag. First just inserting the nozzle and eventually giving myself enemas with the family bag.

Like many here, as a young child I mostly got them if I hadn't had a "BM" for a couple of days and were administered with a bulb syringe. I can't remember exactly when I made the transition to the bag, but recall that I requested it to avoid the repeated insertions/withdrawals and associated fear of leaking. I generally protested or tried to bargain on amount of solution and the use of soap. By the time I was in late elementary school or perhaps middle school, I was sneaking them on my own.

I don't think I was a particularly difficult enema patient even as a child. I recognized early on that it was over quickly and I usually felt better after, so not a lot of resistance when mom suggested one. About ten or so I realized that I actually liked the enema, but I had to do the prerequisite whining, "Do I have to?" to avoid my mom knowing I was actually going to enjoy it. By twelve or so I was giving myself enemas and I think mom figured that out because I got fewer and fewer from her until they stopped about the time I got my period.

I hated getting enemas when I was a younger kid, squirming, resisting and crying when my mom would give me one. I still didn't like them as a teenager, but stopped fighting them since it did no good and just prolonged the unpleasant ordeal.

I was probably easier than most kids. I only got them a few times a year and they were pretty much a non-event. Drop pants, bend over with hands on the edge of the tub, get 2 squirts of plain warm water from the red bulb. Mom then left the room with the parting instruction of hold it a few minutes if you can because it will work better.

About 10 or 11 two things changed. I learned to give myself an enema with the bulb, and I got one from grandma with the typical red combination bag. As young boys, me and my brother were sometimes dropped off at grandma's on Friday night while mom and dad went shopping. From time to time mom would say to grandma that one of us was not acting normal and had not pooped yet today, so would she mind giving an enema after supper.

You could tell mom learned from grandma because the process was the same. A couple of shots from a red bulb. I was 10 when my youngest brother was born. When mom was in the hospital for his birth, my other brother and I stayed at grandma's. After about the third day she noticed I was not right so she suggested an enema before bed. Since I knew she had the same red bulb, and I had got some from her before, no big deal.

So after my younger brother was put to bed I was called to the bathroom. I did not see the expected red bulb, but there was this big red bag hanging from the towel bar, and a towel on the floor. I quickly learned what a big boy enema was all about. Fortunately she stopped when I told her I was full so it was not too bad, but I was surprised how much water came out of my ass. But you know what? It was somehow exciting and it really started an interest in enemas.

I was always good about taking an enema. In fact, never got as many as I really wanted, as I always liked them. They were NEVER administered as a punishment, but always because I needed them. Since I was born, I always had digestive problems, so I required an enema once in a while. A few times (not many) it was just convenient for me to be bare butt, that I was spanked at the same time, as I'd pushed something over the cliff, that I was due for a good whipping, anyway. I grew up in an old fashioned home, where I got it when it was necessary, but the enema was NOT, or NEVER was part of a punishment. Just happens that I became very fond of enemas and spankings, all about the same time, when I was just beginning to get into the habit of masturbating. As I look back on it now, I always enjoyed sticking objects into my butt, and playing with my butt in general.

When U are young in a hospital setting,U see others be giving enemas on a daily bases,therefore,when the nurses wheeled me into a large bathroom in the boys ward,I exspected to be giving several enemas to prepare me for surgery scheduled for the following morning.The enemas were gentle and pleasant giving with a funnel and long colon tube by two smiling nurses.After the first enema.Ilooked foreward to my next,and sure enough,I received many more for various reasons.My best were by new nurse recruits who needed a subject to practice their enema skills on. for the first time.In those cases,several new nurses( as many as five ) would take turns on me while the Rn looked on and gave instructions.This was the enema experiance that got me hooked.

As a child I never just agreed to an enema. I would only get them if i were constipated - which wasn't too difficult to realize when that happened. My mom would be very determined to give one to me, and ask regularly during the day. I would always try and put them off, until I eventually knew that was the only way to feel better and get rid of the terrible tummy ache.

The wait was the worst - my mom would make me pull down my pants and stand bent half over the bed while she would go and get the small tube ready. Once it was in and contents squirted up my backside I knew the worst was over - all I had to do was wait until I really had to go.

I really didn't put up with a fuss. I just kinda went with it and was like wow this is a good feeling. I guess me Mum and Grandma knew what they were doing. That's why and when I think got me addicted to this fetish. I am really glad as a child I didn't have a bad experience with enemas like some have had.

I grew up with my mother taking an enema every day. So when she gave them to me I did not fuss. She aways took and gave the enemas while sitting on the toilet.

I don't remember being a problem, just accepted them!

Other than embarrassment I enjoyed getting an enema and was excited when told I was getting one. Never liked to admit it though

Always. The enemas were never painful, always lovingly administered. Because I knew my mom enjoyed both receiving and giving enemas, I knew I was pleasing her when I submitted without complaint or hesitation when she told me she was going to give me an enema.

I never put up a fuss until I was old enough to know what that green rubber bag was, and where that long white plastic thing on the end of the hose was supposed to go. After age 5, I learned to resent the invasive discomfort of the nozzle, and the gush of water that made my belly cramp and ache. That submissive experience is what had drawn me to love enemas now.

Nope at the start when a nurse in the hospital took me into a room & inserted a rubber tube up my butt & then slowly poured in warm soapy water & then made me sit on the toilet in front of her - boy did I crap alot. it was very weird as I was only 7 years old at the time - now I'm 47 & I love enemas in a big way.

Shane

Fought like a wildcat every time! My mother just insisted until I had no choice. I didn't get that many but I hated them. Don't so much now (LOL).

As I have reported in several places in this forum I had a birth defect that resulted in many and various conditions requiring an enema for the condition. I don't ever recall making a fuss, butt didn't start "playing" with the equipment until 10 or 11. So I guess that was about the time that I became a totally involved Klismo.

t'was all good and still is at age 80. (Wow! --where the hell did the time go?

the boxcar

I 'acted-out' and fussed when it was enema-time until I neared age 8. Then I became agreeable and resistance faded. After about six months of 'easy-going' compliance I was given my own bag and told to self-administer.

I think the turning point happened when my mom decided I needed a soap enema and my Dad entered the scene to help coach me in techniques to hold the suds inside me.

I was always very good at receiving. I mostly received an enema when I was so miserably constipated that anything that would help was welcomed.

Other times, when Mom or Grandma felt I needed one "on general consideration", I may not have been quite so good about it, but I think I was generally agreeable when I was young.

A bit later, when I was pre-teen and early teens, I began to like them for ... other reasons. Then, my acceptance was always mixed with a bit of embarrasment for how my body reacted.

At 5 or 6 age, I think, anyway a long time ago if a suppository ( my care givers gave it a nickname called a trick) didn't work then out came the small bulb syringe. At that time I didn't know it was called an enema,but I never minded. My next big enema came after being in the hospital and got constipated .Truthfully I was scared and fought it. After it was over I was hooked.You can check my story out under How The Magic Started. Have a good one!

The first time I was 7 years old, and my Mother and her sister decided that I was constipated and in need of the bulb (all incomprehensible to me), so they had me strip in the bathroom and bend over my aunts knees as my mother tried to lube me and insert the bulb, all they had was the vaginal tip. I resisted so much that they decided a better place would be the staircase. What their logic was is still beyond me but on the stairs i was on hands and knees my Mother holding me in front while my aunt guided the tool into me. I got it. The fluid mystery started.

Yes, I easily accepted being given my enemas.

Mom started me on enemas when I was 5 and I loved them from the very first series I was given that fateful day. I loved the anal penetration, the filling, the retaining for the required amount of time (so the enema can work) and finally, the expelling – basically the whole enema process.

Mom was a believer in enemas and gave them to me at least every weekend as well as when I was ill. I just thought enemas were a normal part of hygiene – like bathing and brushing your teeth – and were to be done on a regular basis.

Mom was an RN and had quite a collection of enema stuff – bulbs, bags, nozzle and tubes – and used all of them on me. “An enema” always meant a series of at least 2 SSEs and a plain water rinse.

I looked forward to my enemas and never put up a fuss.

I never knew when I would be getting an enema or why I was getting it. I remember being told just prior to the event to go to the bathroom and undress. Fortunately, (for me), I only got a few ounces of warm water, but it was always enough to do the job.

I started self administering at about age 12, when my mother was at work. Since then I have tried many varities and sizes of enemas and found almost all of them produce the sexual arrousal I seek.

I would like to find a lady to share enemas with, but, as you know, this is not an easy subject to bring up and discuss.

At first didn't complain until I heard my older brother get one and he begged whined cryed would get spanked and then the enemas. I thought you were supposed to hate them but actually looked forward to getting my weekly enemas. Mom would say to my brother why can't you be good like Tony... then he started to call me enema boy