Sneaking Enemas as a Kid

How many of you made sneaking an enema part of your growing fascination with them? Did you find yourself sliding that nozzle into your little butt just days after pleading with your mom that you didn't need an enema?

I used the bulb on myself, and it was easy because it was kept under the sink in the bathroom so it only took a few minutes of private time to get my "fill". But I bet those of you who used the bag had it more difficult and needed more time.

Did you ever get caught?

Never got caught. My favorite was sneaking the enema equipment out when it was bathtime. The bathroom door was locked, so i knew noone would be coming in to catch me. Mom knew i took long relaxing baths so it didn't draw any attention. Spent many evenings filling myself up while relaxing in the warm water. great memories.

Yup, I used to sneak an enema from time to time, starting at about age 12. I did mine when I was home alone....usually when I had a sick day from school. Nope...never got caught. When we used to visit my aunt & uncle, I really enjoyed "sneaking" the 24" colon tube that was part of their enema kit in the upstairs bathroom. Loved that one.

I started "sneaking" enemas when was about 12/13. Would have to wait until everyone was gone from the house for a while. Never got caught but always was a concern. I will never forget that first solo fill.

I started giving myself enemas around the age of 12-13 used the open top bag at home if i was at my grandmothers i use the paris bag that she hung on the hook in the bathroom. I was caught by my grandmother i was naked on the bed with the bag hanging from the coat rack that was kept in the bedroom. Told her i felt sick she took the bag down left the room i heard water running in the bathroom she returned with the bag hung it back up had me move on to my back pull my knees up and next thing i felt was the nozzle being pushed into me the click of the clamp and the flow of the water i was made to take the entire amount. That enema was a soap one caused a lot of cramps did not like that at all .For about ayear after that first enema she would help me with an enema twice a month for about two years.

I never got caught ... but when my Mom gave me my own enema bag when I was older I just took them when I needed or wanted to. I had privacy to do that and it was pretty special. My Mom did them too and sometimes we would have to 'adjust' our schedule so that we wouldn't be competing for the bathroom. It was just something we did.

Don't know if you would consider this "sneaking," but my sister and I were into enemas ever since our double-digit years. We were always home from school a couple hours ahead of our parents who both worked, so our enema play was unimpeded. Mom had provided us each with our own enema bags and bulbs, taught us how to self-administer and was fully confident we would use this equipment wisely. Sis and I loved to romp nude when home alone (nothing to do with nudism or naturism, I was first to try this when it just felt so good on a hot summer day after I had showered ... instead of dressing and going on to my next activity, I just walked to my bedroom nude and it felt so good ... so I just stayed nude while in the house. My sister "caught" me, asked why I did that, and I just said, "Try it, you'll like it." That was the beginning of that).

Well, anyway, our enema play began when we administered to each other and it became an ongoing recreation with us ... usually at least once a week, sometimes more ... and we simply enjoyed it.

We sometimes showered together, washed each other thoroughly, but we didn't get into lesbianism, in fact we never even tried it. We're both married, she has a family, we both continue to enjoy "e" sessions with our partners, and we don't get administer to each other anymore ... not that we might not want to, but we're just too busy with our hubbies. it's so much more fun ... if you know what I mean.

I did sneak enemas, when mom caught me , she told me to just tell her when I needed or just wanted one, she never said no, I also received enemas from my older sister, neighbors, aunts, cousins and others as well.

I spent much of my earlier life (prior to the age of thirteen) in hospitals enduring more than 30 surgeries. I distinctly remember the only positive side of needing to undergo yet another operation was the pre-op procedures especially the enema.

I was (am) extremely anal-erotic. As a child I often experimented with sticking pens, pencils, and my finger up my ass. I distinctly recall one evening when my parents left me home alone (I must have been about ten or 12) I got up the nerve to call a local neighborhood pharmacy (remember when we had those!) and ask them to deliver an enema bag kit. I impersonated my mother's voice and explained I had a sick child and couldn't leave the house. No problem, less than an hour later a delivery-boy (I don't remember if it was a man or woman) arrived at the door, I paid the bill with cash that I'd saved from my allowance and then with trembling hands gave myself my first solo enema -- all the while fearful of my parents arriving home early -- YIKES!

In the end it was rather uneventful. I quickly discovered I enjoy the *fantasy* of "submitting/recieving" and enema from others far more than the actual act -- especially when I had to give them myself.

I had always received enemas as a child when sick or had a belly ache, mom would always say if I need more to let her know. What a fool I was not to take the offer but when you're a child you are always afraid for some reason. Then came some days when I was about 8 or 9 I got the nerve to get the bag out and do the enema myself. My mom then noticed the wet on the bag and asked everybody if they used it but no one replied so life went on. I continued with solo enemas since I loved the feeling of the getting caught, the excitement was great but then one day mom was giving me an enema and asked if it was me and I told all.

Mom just smiled and said if you want an enema just ask and I will give them to you but if you need one and I am not home go ahead and give yourself one The excitement was gone but I still gave myself them and mom would just ask are you OK and I would say yep.Sometimes I would say maybe another would help!! Oh what happy days!! Mom love ya!!

I used to sneak the Bulb that was under the sink when ever I felt safe that I would not get caught. Felt so wonderful. Even better was looking in the full length mirror

Yeah I sneaked a lot of enemas at least during my teens. Started off when I was about 10-12 at first in secret. Then at some point I know my mother found the equipment in my room, where I had left it instead of putting it back in the bathroom. But she didn't mind much. She only told me to be careful and not hurt myself. And she must have noticed I took them myself because my need of her giving me an enema became less and less. I think it was a sort of quiet understanding between the two of us. She worked a lot during my teens and I took care of myself in every way...

Diana's comments below reminded me of an incident with my sister.

My younger sister and I were home alone one evening and we spent most of our time in our rooms, sort of avoiding each other. We did not always get along well at the time. I needed to pee and when I got to the bathroom the door was closed, but I heard water running in the sink so I walked in. There was my little sister standing at the sink with the enema bulb in hand, her jeans and panties in a pile on the floor. I was a bit taken aback and didn't say anything till she yelled, "shut the damn door." I said I had to pee and shut the door behind me and walked to the toilet. To my surprise, she calmly filled the bulb and squeezed it into her butt as I sat there on the toilet. Three or four times!! I asked if she was not feeling well and she replied, "I'm OK, just bored." As I got up she handed me the syringe and said, "You might as well flush your ass while you have your pants down." "I know you do this too." I didn't know I had been that obvious.

So I took the bulb and gave myself a couple. We both repeated it a couple of times taking turns on the toilet before we went to our own rooms. It was one of the few times we were in the same room without arguing. Although we both knew the other got enemas when we were younger, we never discussed it. These days I still do it but I don't think she does any more, based on a comment she made about how she and her kids use Miralax.

I would sneak enemas when I stayed home from school between third and fifth grades. I found my parents enema equipment and had to try it. I loved it and was hooked. We had an over the counter oral medication at the time that had a long tip on it. When that was emptied, I took it from the trash can and used it as an improvised bulb. I would insert that long thin tip in my rectum after filling the bottle with water. I would also use the same device to fill my rectum with air which I found every bit as satisfying as water. I enjoyed this so much that I took a small air pump from the aquarium and pumped air inside me with some regularity.

I had to sneak enemas from age 4. Growing up I always thought if anyone found out I would be made fun of or picked on, so it was very secretive for several years. I finally told my best girl friend when I was eight but it was still always a secret to everyone else.

Oh yes, I was a great sneaker of enemas.

Even as a little kid I realized I would catch heck if mom discovered my activity, and I made as much of an effort as a little kid can make to dry everything off and put it back the way I had found it. We lived in Phoenix, and the very low humidity helped me keep my secret I am guessing, because a wet bag would be dry in hours.

Mom simply would have said something if she had discovered the evidence. She would have said something then, and would now, so I'm simply sure that against all odds I did get away with it.

Hugs,

Diane

It wasn't so much that I didn't want mom to know I had given myself an enema as much as her knowing how often I was doing it and for pleasure rather than a real need. I mean, enemas were sort of normal for occasional relief of constipation but nobody would ever admit to their mother they were taking them for fun. If anybody asked, we hated them. Right?

Yes Cheryl,

Who would ever tell their parents they enjoyed them growing up. I'm sure very few. 😄

Oh yes. When the family was away, I could usually find enough time to take a bagfull and get the equipment back and everything expelled before they returned. I almost got caught once when they returned unexpectedly and wondered why I was spending so much time in the bathroom. Cannot say for certain if they suspected any of this behavior and we never discussed it.

I would attempt to sneak enemas and remember that it rarely turned out well. Spilt bags, early arrivals of parents and brothers, not to mention enemas that proved far to effective. I was terrible at it.

Yep, I sneaked enemas growing up also. I never was caught, but had some close ones. Much later in life when I found out that a person should not use the same syringe/nozzle for enemas and douching I began wondering if my use of mom's douche bag ever gave her any problems. I can even remember using her douche bulb and sliding it up my butt.

Even as a kid I understood that anything forbidden was always alluring. Though nothing was ever said, it was obvious the old white enema can was not a toy for boys to play with. Nevertheless there I was loading the Jones irrigator with warm soapy water so I could experience a good old fashioned enema. Damn! That was fun. I couldn't wait to be left home alone. Occasionally I was left in the care of an older brother, but he disappeared to wander the neighborhood as soon as the old Ford sputtered down the street. As I smeared Vaseline on the adult rectal pipe I thought,

"Am I really going to do this?"

"Oh yeah......"

Medical manuals at the library warned that enemas are habit forming. I wondered if there might be a penalty down the road for playing with abandon in the bathroom. Never happened. It was all old wives tales. On the contrary, the enema apparatus my well be the fountain of youth.

OMG.. all these accounts are so reminiscent of my younger years as a budding Klismaphiliac, sneaking moms bag when she wasn't home. All thanks to the nurses in the hospital I was admitted to as a child. The nurses changed my life... Even though practitioners claim that Klismaphilia is a mental disorder, I'll take mine warm and high! 😃

Oh yes.. mom caught me too!

I was too chicken to sneak myself enemas from the good old reliable irrigator can that mom kept first on her bedroom closet shelf and later beneath the bathroom sink, but I did take it out numerous times to look at it and the familiar attachments. The can had looked a lot bigger when I'd been on the business end of it!

Wow, all across America, in the 50s and 60s pre adolescent and adolescent kids were getting the family enema bags and bulbs out of the linen or bathroom closet and giving themselves enemas! I sure wish I had known there were others like me doing the same thing. It would have made me feel a lot less weird---perhaps even comfortable---with my unbridled determination to have an enema whenever I was home alone. (I too was never caught.) Often I wondered why in the hell I was driven to do this, but I continued to pleasure myself with an enema when I had the opportunity and still do today. What a fascinating activity this is for so many boomers.

After I got an enema at age 11, I started sneaking enemas a couple of years later. Once as I getting the bag ready mon came back into the house and I jamed the baf and hose into this old metal cabinet. I was standing in the bathroom with my pants down and she came in and asked what I was doing. at the moment the door to the cabinet popped open and the bag and hose burst out. She slapped me on the leg and told me to get out. She never mentioned it after that. I of course was mortified.

Only time I ever got "caught" was when I was about 12 and I had given myself an enema one afternoon when mom was out shopping. After dinner that night, she came into my room with the enema bag I had used earlier, showed me that there was some water still in the bag, and asked if I had been using it earlier. I admitted I had. She just smiled and said anytime I felt like having an enema, just ask her and she would be more than happy to give me one, and that I shouldn't be embarrassed asking for an enemas. She told me she knew I really enjoyed it when she gave me enemas and that since she liked to give me enemas, I didn't have to try to do them by myself.

Sneaking enemas as a kid... I guess that’s what I did. They weren’t part of my upbringing, I’d never even heard of them as a child, and there was no enema equipment in the house (if there had been, I’m pretty sure I would have found it). But at the age of 15 or so I read about enemas in a home nursing manual and tried them out using improvised equipment. Late at night when the rest of the family had gone to bed, I would fetch ‘Velvet’ soap and a length of hose from the laundry, slice up the soap with a sharp knife in the kitchen, then head for the bathroom with a milk bottle to mix up the soap suds and a funnel to connect to the hose. Afterwards I cleaned up and put everything back where it came from, carefully erasing all traces of my activities. Yes, I was pretty sneaky.

Even after I had moved out of home and didn’t need to hide from anybody, for a long time when preparing an enema I would steal around as silently as possible in socks or bare feet. It’s like it was the ultimate forbidden activity!

Got caught at my Grandmother's house around puberty.Three or four day's later my Mother came into my room with a package. To my surprise it was a Crest Combination Syringe which was embarrassing at that time.She told me it would be in the linen closet if I though I needed to give myself an enema. As they say the rest is history. By the way I still have the Crest box and three original nozzle's.

Amazing how we all "did it" with Mom's bag or bulb as early adolescents. The power of "getting off" along with the equipment and the flow of warm water was almost universal in setting our long-term enjoyment. Just amazing.