Enemas in front of someone other than the giver.

Has anyone had an experience of someone other than the giver being in the room while you were being administered an enema?

When I was 14, my mother and I visited her sister in California. My aunt was a teacher. As her daughters were grown and not at home, she introduced me to a couple of her favorite students so I would have someone to pal around with during my stay. I went to a dance with them the first night and I ate some junk food. The next day at lunch my mom observed that I was feeling well and asked if my stomach was upset. When I answered in the affirmative, she said. “I’m sure an enema would fix you up.” My mother offering to give me an enema was not unusually and ordinarily I would have agreed but there was another person in the room. Although she was my aunt, I had only been around her a few times because of geographical distance between us. Much to my dismay, my aunt Marion interjected. “Everything you’ll need is in the bathroom.” When I blushed with embarrassment, Marion responded. “Come on Diane, there’s no need to be embarrassed. I assure you that your mom and I were no strangers to enemas growing up.” Mom added. “The sooner we get it over with; the sooner you’ll feel better.” She then asked Marion if she would show her where everything was. I knew there was no use protesting. Mom’s mind was made up and her sister seemed to be in agreement. Although I had leaned to take enemas and cooperate instead of fighting them as I did when I was younger, I felt very uncomfortable walking to the bathroom with my mother and an almost stranger. When we got to the bathroom, Marion opened the closet door and took a red open top syringe off the back of the door. She unscrewed a white vaginal nozzle and replaced it with a white rectal one which she took out of a plastic cup on a shelf inside the closet. She handed the bag to my mother then she handed mother some Ivory soap which she procured from a shelf inside her closet. Mom started mixing the soapsuds in the sink and filled the bag. When the bag was filled, Marion pointed to a hook on the wall at the end of the tub. Marion said. “I always positioned mine over the edge of the tub for it.” God things were moving much too quickly. She handed mom some KY jelly and mom lubed the nozzle. Knowing there was no way out and wanting to show some courage, I quickly removed my shorts and panties and knelt over the edge of tub putting me in an almost knee-chest position. My bottom was the apex of my body and, of course, on full view to those present. To my dismay, Marion made no attempt to leave the room. Although I couldn’t see her, I could feel her presence behind me. I very sub conscience of having my young ass on view to an almost stranger. Worse yet was when mom parted my cheeks exposing my most intimate orifice for insertion. When my mom unclipped the stop starting the solution flowing, I began to take quick deep breaths as I had been taught at home. Marion commented. “She is a lot more cooperative than mine ever were.” Mom added. “She really is a great patient.” Although I had mom stop the flow twice because of cramps, I took the full bag without incident. Both Mom and Marion commented on how well I took it. After I held it for a few minutes, I request and was granted privacy to expel the soap suds enema. Mom gave me a follow up rinse enema of backing soda with I took without incident. Again my aunt, Marion, was present for the administration; however, the second enema was easier to take no only from a physical aspect but a mental as well. -- DD

Yes, and it's an amazing experience! So emotional.

[color=#222222]When I was 6 years old, I had the most embarrassing experience of my life up to that time. It was summer and there had been an illness going around our neighborhood. We and the Bender’s, another family in the neighborhood, had the same family doctor. I had come down with whatever was going around and so had the two Bender children. Cathy and Tom, which resulted in back to back appointments. My mother and I were called in first and at the end of my examination the doctor gave my mother two prescriptions and also prescribed an enema for me when we got home. As we were leaving the office the Benders were taken in. We walked about two blocks to a pharmacy to get the prescriptions filled. And while we were waiting for them the Benders came in to get prescriptions filled. As we waited Mrs. Bender told my mother that she needed to give her two children enemas and that she didn’t have an enema bag at home and would need to buy one but wasn’t sure what to get. My mother offered to help her select one and she ended up selecting an open top Duvol bag.[/color][/b]

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[color=#222222]After completing our purchases we all rode home together on the bus. As we went Mrs. Bender confided to my mother that she had never given an enema or taken one herself. She said that she had been given several by her mother when she was quite young but didn’t know how to give one. My mother told her that the doctor had ordered a soap suds enema for me and she needed to give it to me and follow it up with a rinse enema, Mrs. Bender said that she had been advised to do the same thing, give soapsuds enemas. Much to my distress my mother invited her come over and observe her giving the enema to me and, adding to that distress, she suggested that after I had the first enema that she, Mrs. Bender, could give me a second enema because she needed the experience before she gave them to her children and that another enema would be needed to clear any residual soap out of me, then after my enemas she would go with her and help her give her children their enemas.[/color][/b]

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[color=#222222]Shortly after my mother and I arrived home Mrs. Bender came to the house and she and my mother took me into the bathroom. I was told to completely undress and sit on the closed toilet while my mother showed Mrs. Bender how my enema was prepared. A bar of Ivory soap was put into the bag and it was filled a little, then the top rolled over and the bag was shaken vigorously then opened and filled with more water allowing the bar of soap to remain floating in the bag. It was then hung from a towel rod and I was told to get onto the floor mat on my back and pull my legs up and back exposing myself. I was so embarrassed and felt so ashamed to have Mrs. Bender see all of me. I knew what was going to happen regardless of my pleas for privacy and not to have the enema, bit I also knew that it could not be avoided. Like all the enemas my mother gave me, it would be painful and relentlessly given with the bag hung high resulting in too much pressure, and with the bar of soap remaining in the bag, very, very soapy. As I lay there on my back my mother and Mrs. Bender knelt on the floor beside me and mother had her hold my legs back and look closely as she lubricated, first the outside and then inside of my anus with her finger, and then the enema nozzle. Then she pushed the nozzle into me and opened the clamp. When the enema started flowing I yelled that I didn’t want an enema and reached down and pulled the nozzle out. Enema sprayed everywhere, all over my mother, Mrs. Bender and the bathroom. My mother closed the clamp and then spanked the daylights out of me. Even though I already had some enema in me, the bag was refilled because my mother said that I hadn’t had much to start with and I had wasted a lot of the enema and I would be taking it all.. The nozzle was put back in and she ask Mrs. Bender to hold it in me while she held my hands so I couldn’t pull it out again. As was typical of all the enemas my mother gave and took herself once started they weren’t stopped until it was all in regardless of how much it hurt and I cried, begged and pleaded for it to stop. Finally the bag emptied and I was put on the toilet.[/color][/b]

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[color=#222222]With the exception of no soap, the enema Mrs. Bender gave me followed the same procedure as the one my mother gave me, the bag was re-hung from the high towel rod, I was placed on the bathroom floor on my back and my legs pulled up and back, the nozzle was put into me and the clamp opened, and the flow continued till the bag emptied. When it was over we all went to the Bender house because I couldn’t be left home alone, and the enemas were given to the two children. I didn’t see what was done but from the crying and begging I heard coming from the bathroom it could not have been any different than what happened to me.[/color][/b]

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Afterwards I was red with embarrassment every time I saw Mrs. Bender and did everything I could to avoid her. Then strangely after I become a Klismo I often wished that Mrs. Bender would give me another enema. And fanaticized that she was when I soloed.Marvin[/b]

Great story, Marlene! I too had my bottom warmed a few times because of an enema and always got the enema too. Thank God, I'm a quick study. lol -- DD

While living in L.A. in the 80's and early 90's I had many, many nurses come to my house to give me an enema. On several occasions the nurse would arrive with an "assistant," which I always assumed was a precaution (entering the house on a male stranger in a large city). Almost all of these nurses, after the first visit, would give me their home numbers so that I would not have to go through their agencies on future occasions. The ones who came with a "chaperone" on the first visit or two began to come alone after it became apparent that they faced no risk.

I will always have very special memories of those two-nurse occasions, which I found substantially more exciting than the conventional occasions (as pleasant as they were). One memorable morning (it was winter and still dark out) I took up a knee-chest position on the bed, and the assistant spread my cheeks so the giver could make the insertion. I looked back over my shoulder and she gave me an unforgettable, broad smile.

I was laying naked on my bed while my Mother was preparing my enema, I was 10 or 11 at the time. I looked up into my dresser mirror and saw my younger sister watching from around the open door jamb. As she never got enemas ,I suppose her curiosity had gotten the better of her. When she realized I was looking back at her,in the mirror, she got a frightened look on her face. Our mother had a volcanic and violent temper, If she was discovered watching the enema, her punishment would have been swift and certain..In the mirror I saw her mouth the words " Please,don't tell . Not wanting her to get in trouble I reasured her by mouthing back "ok". She stood transfixed as Mom seperated my cheeks and inserted the nozzle. To be sure my sister and I had seen each other naked before, tho i think this was the first time she'd ever seen my anus,or anything stuck in it. Of course I moaned and complained,maybe a little too theatrically, and she got to watch the entire procedure.

I once had a barium enema with a room full of student nurses doing their clinical in radiology.

I would love to have someone else watch. Particularly a woman. Or two.

Way back my mom and I took a train from pasadena to Iowa where she dropped me off for two weeks and then she went on to perform at a convention in Chicago. My aunt was a widow and had sold her home and lived in a very prestigious hotel penthouse at the time. My room was just next to hers and I heard very strange noises that first night. When I woke up my aunt was in my room with her nurse. They had decided that since today was my first day ever in Iowa that I should have an enema. I was used to enemas since I had them from such an early age I cannot remember the first one I had. My aunt had the largest bag I had ever seen up to that time...(yes, now I have seen gallon and a half bags, omg) and I received my first three quart enema from the two of them. Every time I objected I received two very wet swats from each of them. I think I went into a fog after that. All I can remember is trying to hide my junk that was totally standing at attention but I was to young for the big O.

My grandmother gave me almost as many enemas and my mom.

Not an enema, but I was used to show how to give a suppository. My Grandmother had me remove my panties and brought in a friend of hers. She had me lay face down and showed how to put a pillow under my hips. Then she lifted my gown and spread my bottom showing the hole. She explained how to dab the Vaseline on and how to push the bullet inside. With me like that I remember them talking like I was not there.