How many of you got peeked at while getting an enema

How many of you got peeked at by your sister or someone else when you got an enema?

I remember only one time that my sister got a glimpse of me over mom's lap getting an enema. My mom came into the living room like the president about to make an important announcement. Her voice was loud and focused toward me. "Your getting an enema and no lip about it." And as quickly had she appeared in the living room, she vanished. My sister was rolling on the floor convulsing with laughter.

In my house as a kid, the bathroom might have been a pafrt of the living room. Everyone knew what was going on in there when you got an enema. if my sister had peeked, she would have been next

When we were kids and got an enema in the bed room my aunts and cousins and other siblings looked on.

My older female cousin always peeked in when my mother or my aunt gave me an enema. After the enema she would tease me that I was a baby and always cried when getting an enema.

I know my sisters often saw me receiving enemas. The first time I was given a bag enema both of my sisters and myself were playing in my room when our mother came in and took me to our bathroom. Everything happened quickly from that point on, but one of the many things ingrained in my memory that day was that both sisters were watching with wide eyes

I'm the oldest. By the time my sister was old enough to get around well my mom had stopped giving them to me. Never remember her coming in during a suppository either, which I got through teens, but the most embarrassing part of getting a suppo is much shorter.

I got an enema in bed several times with my girl cousin looking on. When I got up to go to the bathroom, I often got the satisfaction of hearing mom say, “your next, Mary. Get undressed.”

The one and only enema my mother gave me, was in her bathroom with the door pushed to. Here I was, head down, butt up, when my brother unceremoniously walks into the bathroom (no Knock) and glares at me as if i just stolen his favorite toy. My mother, calmly asked him if he needed one, and he vanished as if he had been a mirage.

I knew I was I was the youngest in the family but they all go before me. But I knew they seen it happen. My grandma because she helped my mom.

In my case, it was often more than just a peek. Grandma was usually present inasmuch as she lived next door in the apartments. My older sister was also present at times. She got privacy for the most part, when it was her turn. While I saw the preparations, it was practically impossible for me witness the entire event. I recall grandma and my sister sitting on folding chairs for my enema while I was in the tub. I did however, get to enter the bathroom while my sister expelled one of her enemas. I was most interested in the wet enema bag hanging from the shower arm with the droplets dangling from the nozzle.

While on a Friday night stayover at my next door neighbour buddies house (in 1959) I was awakened @ 8 am on Saturday morning by "noise". Investigating, it was coming from the upstairs bathroom. The door was 3" open, enough to "peek" inside. My same age ( 9+) buddy was getting an (enema bag) enema with both Mom & Dad there. Mom was elevating the bag, Dad was sitting on a kitchen chair.

My (butt naked) buddy was otk across his knees/lap with his hand on my friend's butt keeping the nozzle in place. My buddy was having a full blown crying/hollering getting--a--enema meltdown. I got dressed and went outside for awhile until I thought it was over with.

I am older than my brother by almost three years. It is quite likely that my brother did get to see me getting my enemas as I was laying across my mom's lap or while I was expelling in the potty chair I don't have any specific memories of him wandering around while I was getting my enemas and he would have been too young to really remember them anyway. I don't recall my mom giving my brother enemas, but it's possible that he was given enemas before my mom and dad separated and divorced.

Again, my memories of receiving enemas at a young age are quite pleasant so that I don't or wouldn't associate enemas as a traumatic experience.

Peeking wasn’t an issue between me, my brother, and sister, because when mom gave us an enema, she had all three of us lay nude face down across the bed, each on our own towel with our feet hanging off the side of the bed. She used her red douche/enema bag filled with warm soapy water. Each of us received a third of the bag and as the first complete his or her hold time, it was off to the bathroom to expel. By the time the second one arrived in the bathroom, the first one was just finishing up. As the second one was finishing, the third arrived followed by mom to refill the enema bag for our rinse enema, then it was back to the bedroom to do it all over again. Best I recall, I was 9 when mom got our grandmother’s larger pumpkin enema bag, because her red enema bag didn’t hold enough for the three of us. Then round age 10 or 11, she went back to her red bag, but we each started receiving, what looked like, a full bag each. However, we three were still all in the bedroom then the bathroom together.

Peeking wasn’t an issue between my brother, sister, and me because when mom gave us an enema, she had all three of us lay face down across the bed, each on our own towel with our feet hanging off the side of the bed. She used her red douche/enema bag filled with warm soapy water. Each of us received a third of the bag and as the first complete his or her hold time, it was off to

My early enemas were exactly the same Seems we all needed one at the same time! I think my mom had a fetish.

I had issues with constipation while my sister did not. She was 3 years younger than me and by the time I was 10 she pretty much knew when I was getting an enema either in the bathroom or in my bedroom. If my mom needed to leave for something briefly she would pop her head in and make fun of me being naked with the tube mommy put in my butt. She managed to get my goat and get out of dodge before my mom came back to discover her for some time.

Then finally she did get caught peeking in on me making fun of me. Earned her a good couple smacks on her rear right there and a promise from my mom in front of both of us that my sister would learn what the tube felt like that night. My mom didn't leave my sister alone so I wasn't given the opportunity to peek, although I'm not sure I would have. I hear the wailing all the same. I got a reluctant apology from her the following day. The peeking still didn't fully end but it became much less frequent.

I was the middle of three children. We all got enemas when we needed one, but I never remember anyone peeking at the recipient. That said, it was also no secret that someone was getting or about to get an enema either. For one, mom kept the bag in the linen closet across the hall from the bathroom, but also my bedroom was immediately next door to the bathroom and our tiny ranch house had paper thin walls so I could hear quite plainly what was happening.

After my next oldest brother turned about 11 he became very interested if he knew I would be getting an enema. He would loiter around the house instead of going out like he normally did.

My younger sister usually knew when I was getting one, it was fairly routine enough and had been for many years while we were growing up.

She had only seen me get one once or twice while we were both quite young, and mom was still bathing us together sometimes as a matter of convenience. She pretty much not only combined bath times but also my "poopy time" too, and I'd get put in the tub after sitting on the toilet. It wasn't exactly peeking on her part, she just happened to be there getting a bath lol.

The dog watches me every enema I take

My sister peaked a couple of times. And when my step-grandmother visited I always got an enema and she would help mom. When she visited the enema seemed soapier and larger.

The dog watches me every enema I take

Sounds like my cat, who tried to come into the bathroom and watch or supervise every time I go to relieve myself, and eventually started watching my enemas, too.

Eric

I saw part of my sisters first one and would hear the commotion when she got others. The same happened to me . we would tease each other sometimes but soon enough it was the others turn😉

My younger brother definitely perked at me a few times through the years. To be fair, I may have peeked at him a few times too!

Getting enemas and suppositories was not a secret in my family. Everybody could watch. My siblings & cousins saw me getting suppositories and enemas and I saw them.

My younger brother was constantly peeking in on me when Mom was giving me my enemas! He really got a kick out of it!

It was no secret, big family everyone knew often Times you would see a sibling snicker as you were headed for your destination.

In our house growing up, there were ALOT of enemas given/taken growing up. We weren't shy. We generally didn't care about privacy. So, it was nothing to be walking through the house and look through a door seeing someone getting an enema, having sex, or people walking around naked. Our parents taught us that our bodies were not something to be ashamed of and that we shouldn't have to hide cleaning our insides out. But also, if we wanted privacy we have that right too. I lost count of the times i seen enemas in progress, parents or sister having sex, etc.

More than a few times but turn about was fair play😉

Mom had the attitude, if I have to give one an enema, I’m going to do all three and get it over with. Hence, we saw each other getting an enema every time we received one. The one thing that was private, was a spanking done in mom an dads bedroom. Except once, when mom switched from giving us a quart enema each around age nine to what appeared to be, a full bag each. We were all ready in place, laying across the bed, when mom came in the bedroom carrying not our grandmothers three quart pumpkin enema bag, but two full two quart enema bags. The three of us never gave mom much trouble about receiving enemas, other than the occasional cramps, because we all liked an enema. When we asked, why the different enema bags, mom told us, it was time to increase the amount we each received. Thinking we’re be give a full bag each and seeing how full they were, we all pitched a big fit. Not a smart idea when you’re laying necked across a bed. She sat the two bags down, picked us up one at a time, putting us across her lap, then proceeded to give us a good spanking with her hairbrush. It was the first time we’d seen each other get a spanking. After we calmed down and back laying across the bed with sore bottoms, we took most of the soapy enema, my brother an I leaving only a little bit. Our sister leaving a little more than we did. When she gave us the rinse enema, my brother an I were able to take the full bag an our sister only left a little bit.

Nobody peeked at me as a child. I only got the one when I was nine. My sister got them a lot but I never peeked at her either.