Suppositories and childhood experiences

Never having had a suppository when I was a child (Mom was a firm believer in the power of the bulb syringe), I was wondering what the experience was like.

Was the suppository inserted in the over the knee position and you were forced to lay there until it melted?

Was it inserted and you could lay on the bed? Did it obtain the desired results?

Were you told that you were going to receive one? I was thinking about the children sized suppository that protrude out a little after insertion.

Over the knee position. Made to sit on the toilet until it took effect - expel prematurely and they'd give another one.

Sounds lovely squidgi...

All my childhood suppository experiences were dreadful, tearful ordeals - a battle of wills between me and my mom in which I always lost. These rituals were performed over the knee or on my back, legs held up. The suppositories were also inserted as far as my mom could push her finger so they always did thir job. Somtimes I had advanced warning of what was to come and managed to temporarily escape, but mostly my mom used the element of surprise just to speed things up.

I never recall getting a suppository growing up. My mom was of the get-it-over-with-school that favoured giving a good enema when needed, with an irrigator can.

My grandmother always used suppositories...I'd be on my back with knees bent to my chest. Many times this was done on the dining room table, other times on her bed. After a few minutes I would go to the toilet. After inspection, she would wipe me and send me on my merry way.

Nearly all my suppositories were given to me on my mum's bed in that awful 'legs up' position! My grandma was often there too but as a supervisor to my mum who always did the suppositories. She would always tell my mum that she needed to get the suppository as high up as possible. I used to fighr them like a little demon so sometimes she had to hold my legs still. There were always lots of tears and it was all so,so humiliating.

I was admitted to the hospital for a broken arm and the morning of the surgery the nurse came in with a suppository and a shot, she was hiding. I have had suppositories before so I let her put the suppository in, man she had fat fingers but when I tried to roll over she stopped me and said one more thing to do. That's when I saw the needle and the fight was on. 2 more nurses later and I lost the battle. I did manage to fight back and expel the suppository.. :-)

Suppositories were not used in my home, the bulb syringe was. Only recently have I tried a suppository -- just out of curiosity. It was harsh and not very effective. I'll stick with the old fashion warm water enema!!!

All mine were strategically planned by my family as I had to be forced most of them were while I was in the bathroom already they’d come in with gloves and the meds and announced I needed one they’d get me over a knee and insert it while I kicked and screamed

I grew up with suppositories as mom used them for almost all problems. For fever control usually I got one or two right after the temp check. I got these on my back with deep insertion. For constipation or hyperactivity usually I was on my tummy with bare bottom waiting for the bullet to be inserted. I really did not like the “quicky" ones as mom called. When it was no time and we were in hurry just had to stand in front of mom, lower the panty, bend over and she just pushed in. I cannot remember if I got a suppository on my knees.

Dont ever recall putting up a fight when it was suppository time. I do remember on occasion asking for them but my mom wouldn’t give them if I asked

Never had a suppository before but when I was little I got little enemas (bought in pharmacy): they had a super thin tip, not a lot of liquid but the liquid burnt like hell. I was on knee, with my ass spread when grandma administered it to me

I would get very bad headaches as a child and would throw up so the Doctor prescribed suppositories to reduce my discomfort. I would usually be laying on my side with a knee drawn up and my pants around my ankles. Mum would spread my buttocks and insert the suppository which did make me feel better and I would soon drift off to sleep. I didn't care if mum had assistance as I was feeling so bad but afterwards sometimes others would tell they saw me get my medicine. The biggest problem was if I was constipated and had a full rectum as it was difficult to insert the suppository.

One Saturday when I was 8, we were scheduled to have lunch with his parents. We had agreed to meet at a restaurant we all liked, at 12:30

I woke up about 6 and I just could not poop, at all. I asked Dad if I was going to have to get an enema. He told me that I could not afford to be showing any of the lingering effects while we were at lunch and so he didn't think we should do it under that circumstance.

That was when he told me what a suppository was. He double checked and made sure he was using the right strength.

I was still in my nightgown.

He explained how to put it in me. Essentially told me how it needed to go, put the suppository on a Kleenex and left me alone with it.

I knew he was trying to do what was best, and I stuck it in me just the way he described. I then went into his room to talk to him.

He asked me if I "Got it in OK" I said I did, and he said, "Now are you sure you got it far enough in that it can't fall out, even by accident?" I said I was sure.

He looked at the clock, It was 6:15. He said," Get dressed and do what you normally would. About 7:15-7:30 Try to take a poop. Whether or not it feels like you have to." I said "OK went about a normal Saturday morning. I tried to poop about 7:30 just like he said.

I got what I thought was a normal morning poop. A little loose, but I'd had worse more than once. So neither of us thought anything of it. Until we were driving to meet his parents!!!!

This was 11:45 or so! I nearly Pooped in the car! We had to find a public restroom. I was just passing liquid. Every 30 minutes or so, all through lunch, more liquid. A lot of gut rumbling in between. We got through lunch with a lot of bathroom breaks. He never told his parents about the suppository.

His Mom asked me if I ate something that caused my stomach to be upset. I told her I must have. I said I didn't know what it was. She said I should feel better "tomorrow" and it was probably a 24-hour "bug."

We hung around the nearby shopping center so there would be a public restroom nearby. By about 2:30 things settled down, and we headed home.

Dad asked me when we got on the highway, moving at speed, if I had "Taken anything else" to make me "go" I told him I had not.

That was my first and last experience with glycerin suppositories until I was in college!

In elementary school I had issues with constipation and on one occasion the doctor inserted a suppository and prescribed an enema. I can remember the embarrassment of having to pull my shorts down and him inserting the suppository. Then further embarrassment of my mother giving me an enema in the living room while her and my grandmother visited.

I got them as a child. Presumably when she thought I either didnt need, or she had no time for an enema. I KNOW she much favored OTK bulbs full of soapy water for cleaning me up. But they were more time consuming. Suppositories can just be popped in with a subsequent hand wash so she could go on with her day.

In thinking about it now, I suppose I got suppositories during the day if needed, and enemas in the evening when she was in her house robe, and things were more relaxed. That's when I went over her knees, with a towel covering her girdle and stockings. Memories of those underthings contributing heavily to my later kink(s). She had no idea of the course those anal attentions set me upon!

When i was young i had a bout of constipation, my mom inserted a suppository up my bum,i cried because her finger was inserted deep into my rectum and really hurt.

My experience's with enema's was mom who thought when you got cranky was time for one my sister would stand at the door and watch it stomach would hurt like you were dying but never did.

Mom tried suppositories when I was very young. Squib brand, long thin rods, as I recall. She used the rectal thermometer to push them well into my rectum. Even with that subterfuge I knew what was going on. I could not retain them for the desired holding period and they burned coming out. Mom gave up on them as a way to empty my bowels when constipated and gave me the dreaded enema to do the job Instead. I will say that memories reveal that suppositories weren’t nearly as traumatic as the prospect of getting a soapy enema over her lap.

My mom had me lie down on my bed, facedown, after I dropped my shorts and briefs to my knees. After that she took two children's suppositories, the long skinny kind, from their blue jar. The jar was stored in the fridge, so the suppositories were quite cold. She inserted each slowly, pushing them in all the way, then saying “you're going to have to hold those in for a while.” While they just felt weird going in, the urge to go came quickly. I asked to go to the bathroom, but mom made me hold them for about half an hour. The need to expel was incredible during the last ten or fifteen minutes, I was scared I was going to have an accident.

I don't remember ever getting a suppository as a child. It was almost always a small enema with the bulb. I do remember one time when visiting an aunt, I saw her slip one into my younger cousin's butt while changing her diaper. I asked what it was and why she did that. As an adult I bought some, mostly out of curiosity. I don't like to have to wait for them to work.

I don't like to have to wait for them to work.

@Cheryl77177 …… you might want to try a Magic Bullet suppository. They're different from other suppositories because they're water-based, not oil based so they work very, very quickly. I use them before enema play to clear my rectum and lower bowel ….. they are truly ‘magic’ and work within 15 minutes every time. You'll find them at Amazon.

I was always told that I was going to get a suppository, usually when I was sick with a fever, as they were prescribed by the doctor. Back then I wasn’t a huge fan but protesting did no good. I would be in bed watching tv and mom would come into my room and tell me that I was going to get a suppository. She had the foil wrapped bullet in one hand and a jar of Vaseline in the other. As I would whine about not wanting it she would reply that I had to in order to get better, and she would then say I’ll go easy and be very gentle. With that she would pull down the covers and tell me to roll over on my belly, she would then pull down my pj bottoms exposing my bottom. As I laid there I would look over and see her remove the foil wrapper. she would then open the jar of Vaseline and dip the suppository in the jar. Then she would part my butt cheeks with her thumb and forefinger and say…now just relax. I would feel the tip touch my hole and would tense and she would repeat, relax and begin to push it in slowly while saying…that’s good just let it go in. She would continue to push until her finger also penetrated me and the suppository was deep inside me. Then she would remove her finger and squeeze my butt cheeks together so I wouldn’t push it out. After about a minute she would say “ good boy, now that wasn’t that bad was it.

For bowel movements, I received enemas. For fever the doctor always prescribed suppositories. If mom felt my forehead and decided I had a fever she would send me to out on pajamas and get into bed. Then she would arrive with the thermometer and take my rectal temperature. Then she would call the doctor and get a prescription for suppositories. When she returned from the drug store she would come into my room with a box of suppositories, her little insertion tool, and a tube of lubricant. She pulled back my covers and pulled my pjs down and had me roll on my side. The. I would feel her part my bum cheeks with one hand and apply some cool lubricant to my rectum like for an RT and then I would feel the suppository press against my anus. It was always slick and cold. He little tool would be pushed in quite a ways and the suppository popped loose either it's plunger. Then mom would pull up my pjs and warn me not to let it out.

I received mostly enemas as a kid, but there were suppositories (child stick type) in the door of the refrigerator. I can only remember receiving suppositories a few times under 11 and they were given to me in the OTK position and where they were inserted and pulled out a few times before fully inserted in my bottom. They did make me poop but no as fast as enema and I was told after it was fully inserted to lie down on the bed until I had to really go. I do remember my brother and sister getting them sometimes too. My sister was on the diaper table, legs up when I saw here get it and she did the BM on the table rather quickly, she was probably two or little older.

I had to lie on my side in my mother’s bed. After it was inserted, she covered me up and told me to hold it in.

Mom's answer to any malady was an enema…never resorted to suppositories. The young gal I was spending a lot of time with from across the street had a slightly different story. Her grandmom and grandpop lived with her and her mother (mom was dating, but not married) and I think, in retrospect, that that may have had something to do with what went on “bowel-wise” in that household. Anyhow, one day during the usual childhood snoop into closets and the like we came across two “items” of interest…a classic red bag and a jar of children's glycerin suppositories! She didn't admit to knowing anything about either…who got what or what they were for…but I knew about suppositories (never had one, but knew about them) and had had enough enemas to know what the bag was all about.

Anyhow, we didn't end up playing or experimenting with anything, but a few days afterwards I was talking with this young gal on the phone and she told me that she had SWALLOWED one of the suppositories and that it really TASTED BAD!!! Nothing else ever came of this episode, but I still think about it with amusement!!! Ah, the times gone by.

Bu they way…apropos of nothing but this board…this young thing was the first girl whose ladyparts I ever REALLY touched. Playing around one day I got my hands into her panties and slid down far enough to get a REALLY wet handful!!

I might have gotten a suppository a couple of times, but mom's favorite remedy was always an enema. When young it was from a bulb but once I got to an age that required multiple bulb fillings it was from the family enema bag. At that age I really didn't enjoy getting one but sort of gave in knowing that if I didn't I'd probably get both spanked and the enema. Even at a young age I knew that the enema would always work.

So, @Cheryl77177 , curious minds want to know…….. did you try the ‘magic bullet’ suppositories? If you did, you probably learned that 15-20 minutes is the maximum ‘wait-time’ ….. every time!