How many of you got peeked at while getting an enema

It seems like every time I went over my mothers lap for an enema, my Aunt and sometimes my cousin Amy would show up and watch it was so embarrassing. It was almost as if my mom would call her and tell her that I was about to get an enema. It was strange and embarrassing how she would just show up when mom was about to put a nozzle into my rosebud hole which led to my rectum and bowels.

After six of the 8 oz bulbs, I would have to hold them for at least five minutes before mom would let me up to evacuate the soapy water. Then to add insult to injury they would stay to watch and then watch my mom bend me over the sink and wipe my dirty bottom.

The last time my Mom gave me an enema, my brother was with us. Had to be because he was so young she couldn't leave him alone. It was not memorable for him or her, and we never discussed it at all. OTOH, I saw Mom getting ready to do a solo enema in the bathtub long ago, and also saw her douching. This was not because she was an exhibitionist, but just stuff that happens when you are at home with your parents.

My mom would leave the door to the bathroom us kids used when she would give me an enema. My younger sister would come in a see me getting one. I hated it knowing that she was in the room while I was in bent over the tub with my butt in the air or laying on my back with my feet up. Either way she would ask my mom some question and then just stay in there and talk to my mom. Hated it.

Unfortunately for me I have been seen taking enema multiple times.

Most of my enemas from mom were given to me when the house was empty from everyone in the family having left for school or work. Those enemas from mom were just her and me (and the ENEMA). However, I remember a few times when mom took matters-in-hand on a Saturday night and gave everyone in the family an enema. It clearly was a family “enema night”. The bathroom door was open and enemas were ongoing until everyone had been given their enemas (including Dad). I vaguely remember being last-in-line during the “enema night” and having to endure the breathless anticipation of my turn of having to have a dreadful ENEMA in full view of everyone….(traumatic then- erotic NOW)….michael https://en.zity.biz/gallery/image/84676

@veronica01

Hello Veronika01 at what age were you observed during enema, was that as a child or as an adult? and who were you watching? from family members or strangers ? I find the latter very embarrassing

Dad, brother, cousin, aunt, uncle and neighbor. the most embarrassing from a stranger.

@Veronica01

How did it happen that you were seen doing this by a stranger? Luckily, I was only observed by my parents, who also gave me the enema

I was an only child!

The townhouse I lived in was old enough that it had cinder block firewalls all the way to the roof line, not just to the attic. As a result no one had access to me when I was taking an enema

I was recovering from a throat infection and had been bedridden causing me to become constipated. My mother gave me laxatives but it wasn't enough. My friend Gary was visiting when my mother asked him to wait in another room as she needed to give me some medicine. I was taken to the bathroom and had to remove my pants and lay on a towel. As my mother parted my buttocks to insert the nozzle I glanced over my shoulder and saw the door wasn't closed properly and Gary was peeking in. I didn't say anything as I found it exciting knowing he was looking at my bare bottom. Later we talked about what he had seen.

Peeked at ? How about watched?

As a younger kid, my Sister ( 7 yrs. older ) would just barge into the bathroom while getting a bulb enema over Mom's lap to ask….. ??? something not imperative, but took her time watching this.

As I got older / pre teen, she did the same thing with… “ Mom !!! Where is my ” ??? as I was getting a bag ever over the lap, in the knee chest position, or bent over the tub. It didn't matter, as ( what I feel ) didn't take that much time for an answer and leave., but she took forever to watch this.

I later enjoyed listening outside the bathroom door as Mom was giving her an enema, and hearing her begging my Mom that “ She was full ” and had to go potty. The best part was hearing hearing and grunting her releasing the bag behind the door, as my Mom cleaned up the equipment.

Thinking back, I should have barged in to see Sis.

Not just watching, but observing. I had two half-sisters, older than me by 5 and 8 years respectively. I was ashamed to be naked. But I was always told that I was still a child and children should not be ashamed of anything. I was shamed and reproached for my embarrassment. In general, I tried not to express embarrassment, although this almost did not work out. I was given enemas in the room. Any of the sisters or mother could enter the room to talk to the girl who was doing the enema or to bring Esmarch's mug. I don't remember my mom giving me an enema, I remember well

that she was convinced that the doctors would do it better.Enemas were given to me by nurses, and more often not even by nurses, but by students studying at a medical institute and coming to me to do procedures for money. At that age, I did not yet have sexual fantasies and treated them like doctors or nurses, despite their youth.

None, on the otherhand I was the one doing the peeking. Got to see my cousins fight my grandma. The look of horror, As the nuzzle went in follwed by the solution, and finally the face of horror they made when the solution kicked in and they had to spell it out but had to hold it till grandma said.

@bob1952 did you watch Mary get her enema?

@Real_Screamer mom did not give anyone privacy during enemas so I always got to see Mary getting an enema.

Like many of the other comments here, the house I grew up in was rather small so if one of us was getting an enema, everyone knew about it. There were several occasions where my brother and I waited naked to be called into the bathroom for our clean outs. Additionally, there were a couple of times when my mom took my sister out of the house and our step dad decided we needed an enema. In those cases we actually saw each other get it which was hugely embarrassing

My dad never close to the bathroom door while giving any of us an enema. Hell or even himself.

Was visiting play friend Long ago , his father was home & sick ,while passing thru House did see his mother tending father ,there was red hose coming out of his Butt and Mom was holding the red bag up high !!! Was in view maybe 5 seconds !

During summer vacation my siblings and I spent four to six weeks at our grandmothers. Grandma was a retired RN and gave us enemas when needed in private. However, when she delegated the job to moms teenage sisters, they occasionally gave us enemas in private laying across their lap in the bathroom. But primarily, they both took my siblings and I to the large downstairs bathroom and gave us enemas together before our evening shower. This first started when we were five or six, laying across their lap getting an enema. And because they always put us in the large shower afterwards, they, like us were always nude. Like mom, they had us in the bathroom together, so we saw each other getting enemas laying across their lap, or later, in the knee chest position. It continued like this until we were eight or nine, when two things happened. First, they put bath towels down on the floor and had us get in the knee chest position. Second, they switched from the adult recital nozzle to a long curved douche nozzle. This was done at the direction of our RN grandmother. We were still nude in the bathroom together seeing each other get enemas from our aunts, who like us, were nude because they were still bathing us in the shower afterwards. Even though we were quite capable of showering ourselves, we didn’t complain, because we enjoyed the attention they were giving us.

@Rick6981

obvious question: did you see your aunts exchanging enemas after you children had your’s?

I’m assuming your aunts had full bushes and developed breasts. . .

@Real_Screamer - At our age then, it was part of everyday life. My siblings and I had to share a bedroom until our mid to late teens because mom and dads house only had two bedrooms. Hence, nudity wasn’t an issue with us, we never gave it a second thought. The same was true at our grandmothers, we shared a bedroom there as well, and again, nudity wasn’t an issue. Our grandmother was a retired RN and didn’t think twice about nudity, it was something that was done when needed. And something kids and teenagers didn’t complain about, unless they want a sore bottom.

Older daughter (of my two) was the curious one. Her bedroom was next to the master bathroom, and on occasion if I took an enema before bed, she could hear, although faintly, the sounds – no explanation needed! I always locked the bathroom door, so there was no interruption or peeking. Jen sometimes asked questions about my digestive issues when I wasn't feeling well – what an enema feels like, etc. I think she would have liked to peek, if she could have. She said enemas were "mysterious.” I'd not given the girls enemas when they were little. They were active, healthy kids. When absolutely needed, prune juice always seemed to work if their insides were plugged up, which was hardly ever.

That changed a bit as the girls began to “come of age” (as my mother used to say) and their bodies developed and became uncomfortable certain months. One afternoon when my husband was out of the house, I invited my two darlings for the first of talks with mom. (They still remind me of those “talks.”)

I didn't have a script. I did my best to talk sensibly about feminine hygiene, “mysterious” enemas, and everything else female health-related I could think of. NO personal demonstrations, but I did show and tell the “equipment" and how it's used. The enema, if ever needed, wasn't to be feared. At times it can be the best therapy for a woman. They shared what they thought they knew about all this stuff – some of it was a little crazy. Curiosity is a good thing. Beginning those talks was one of the best things I could have done at the time.

I've posted some of this before on another similar thread, one of my sisters (almost 2 years older) and I shared the kink until puberty then we both went solo. We were living on a small farm in West Virginia, and enemas were mom and meemaw's fix it all. Our bedroom windows opened onto a roof that ran the length of a porch below and the bathroom window was at the end with curtains drawn to the sides as we lived on the small farm with no one near enough to see in. I know when either one of us was receiving an enema the other was watching. I know she saw me watching and I saw her watching.

When mom or meemaw gave us enemas they sat on a window seat with their backs to the window so one laying across their lap had a view of the window and from the window there was a good view of the others butt and facial expressions! Our enema play together ended with puberty, but that didn’t stop solo play. Ashamed, no as we shared our fetish together not understanding why.