Sneaking Enemas as a Kid

Did sneak some as a kid when parents were gone. I still sneak in an extra session whenever I have the house to myself. When a spouse makes you uncomfortable about having an enema, I sneak in some just like when I was a kid.

My Dad had to go through sneaking every enema he took till he moved out of his parent's house. I now feel a little sorry for him because he was denied the pleasure of being able to take an enema with a normal amount of stress.

I can tell the story of how he created his own nozzle if you want to hear it.

Of course no pictures could be allowed, because back then they had to use film that was always developed somewhere. Mostly his Dad dropped it off and picked it up on his lunch break at work, so that would have blown the cover.

When you are sneaking around like that, it makes EVERYTHING more stressful than it needs to be.

His early years were like that in a lot of ways.

Happily, I never actually had to sneak enemas, as Mom was happy to give my sister and I enemas any time we wanted. We DID sneak enemas with each other for about a year before she caught us. She just laughed and told us to be careful and not force each other to take more than they should. It was kind of a letdown, because part of the fun of those enemas was the naughtiness and chance of getting caught.

I started sneaking enemas when I was around 13. It was a long dry spell between 5 and 13, but I made up for it, once I found my parents equipment. I never got caught, but I am sure my mom knew, just because I could never fully dry out the equipment before they came home.

Yes, I started at about the age of thirteen. My aunt would go out to Bingo and I would fetch her amber open top latex enema bag, fill it in the bathroom. Then I would lay out a couple of towels on the floor. She had a hook on the wall for the bag so I would hang it up. With a well lubed nozzle, I would be on my stomach and open the clamp and have such an orgasm as the warm soapy water flowed into me. Every opportunity I would get, I took out the enema bag. Once my cousin (a year younger than I) came home early and caught me in action. We used to get enemas from my aunt her mom. That's when I found out she also loved enemas and from that point on, whenever we were alone in the house, we used to administer to each other.

I started at 14 and never got caught.

I started at the age of 6 or 7 using my parents' one piece rubber bulb and used soaked bathroom soap as lube of the rubber tip. Inserting and withdrawing the soapy aroused pleasant feelings and lead to my first orgasm years later.

I sneaked a lot of enemas from the bag and my mom's large bulb douche syringe. I never got caught but I felt some what guilty about it. I still did it as I had no shame. I just couldn't stop myself from doing it at 10 years old. I have been a life-long klismo from an early age.

There was lots of sneaking enemas for me, starting around seven or eight with the bulb in the bathtub. I used to think mom didn't know but once I became a mother myself I realized that it is in the nature of kids to think they got away with something, but mom probably knows even if she did not make an issue of it. She likely did the same when she was your age, so knows the signs. I was twelve the first time I was directly caught when mom came home from shopping much earlier than I expected.

She did not tell me I shouldn't give myself enemas but then I would still sneak them when she was gone because I did not want her to know how often I actually did it, because I liked it. Then as a mid-teen I got caught after a wine enema. That was bad. She made it clear I was to never do that again. Not that I was forbidden to give myself an enema, but just not wine.

The bulb was kept under the bathroom sink so it only took a few minutes to get in a squirt or two when I felt the urge to do it. Even after getting caught red bulb in hand, she did not forbid me to use the bulb, so I continued to sneak enemas when I could just because I did not want mom to know how often I was doing it. Eventually the bulb disappeared from under the sink. In hindsight, I guess she figured out what I was doing.

As Cheryl said, we thought we were pulling one over on her but mom probably knew what was going on all along.

From age 15 on, mostly summers and vacations, amber latex enema bag, mom's bathroom. I never got caught that I know of, but mom was a pretty smart cookie (and RN). I think my first drugstore enema bag was bought after college when I also discovered and bought adult magazines that showed me others with my specific interests in rubber, anal and enemas. If I'd only had the Internet back then!

Eric

I was never caught but now, being a parent I can’t imagine they didn’t know. They must have asked themselves:

Why is he taking so long to take a bath?

What’s all that farting and splashing in the toilet about? (Ever tried to expel a 1 1/2 quart enema quietly?

We’re sure going through Vaseline fast in this house?

I was never caught by my parents. However, my wife walked in on me about a month ago. I was sitting on the toilet, the translucent 2 qt. bag (empty) hanging from the shower rod, and a bottle of lube on the lavatory next to the sink. She saw the lube and recognized what it was. Then looked up, saw the bag, and froze. I just sat there, speechless. After about 5 seconds, which seemed like an eternity, she asked, “Are you cleansing?” To which I replied quickly and matter-of-factly, “YES!” I had no idea what else to say. She nodded and closed the door. To date, she hasn’t said a thing, like it never happened. I’m still playing, just being more cautious.

Yes both my sister and myself sneak bulb enemas pretty early on in life. The child enema bulbs were kept in a bathroom drawer right next to the tub and it was easy and fast to do. When I began sneaking bag enemas, it was when the opportunity presented itself and I found myself alone in the house. I was very careful sneaking them and never got caught. Sometimes I took them in the bath tub and submerged below the bubbles I filled up with bath water. One time mom walked in on me but was never the wiser as the bulb was under water and soap bubbles and she was none the wiser!! lol.

I never had an enema as a kid and never had equipment but my first experiences once I learned about them were to take empty shampoo bottles and leave them in my shower and fill them up and use those! I had to be a sneaky little kid.

Ah yes, the empty shampoo bottles. I remember them well. No enema equipment in the house, so that's what I used, and never got found out. However, I reckon my parents must have noticed that the suppositories were disappearing...

I was being raised by my aunt and uncle, but I lived with my grandparents. They had the enema bag hung inside the bathroom closet door. Soon after I started getting enemas from my aunt, I started taking that bag down and giving them to myself. I would sometimes wait until my grandparents were asleep and sneak into the bathroom and take one. Sometimes I took one while I was taking a bath. I very often took one when they were out of the house. One night I even gave an enema to one of my friends who was spending the night. He didn't resist or complain. I loved it. We were 12 at the time...before puberty. I had an erection but he didn't. I never really got caught but they had to know. It was a small house! Finally someone hinted that they knew I was taking the enemas. My grandfather even remarked one day that the enemas should contain soap and soda. I never admitted it...nor did I ever admit that I would pretend I had a pain in my stomach just to get an enema. "The Good Old Days!"

I started using my moms enema bag when I was 13. It was way up on the top shelf in the closet. I would hope that everyone was out on a Saturday night so I could get the bag down and start using it. I swear the bathroom always smelled like the rubber syringe after I was using it but nobody said anything and I never got caught

Yes, sneaking was part of my growing fascination for enemas and also for suppositories!

But this was quite later than the time when I received those treatment from my mother. I was given them in case of constipation until I was until 10 years of age, but it was not until several years later that I started playing with the enema bulb myself and started exploring the sexual side of the enema. The bulb was kept in mom's bedroom and I still remember that in that room there were several mirrors. So, when I would be alone I would have taken it and played IN THAT ROOM, so that I had a good visual at the same time from different points of view.

I started instead playing with suppositories earlier. They were kept in the fridge, and a few times I used them even not being alone at home.

In both cases I still remember the thrill!

Dear old times (I am almost 54 now)

Experimented when young,used the one at Grandparents that they used on me.Got myself so horny, always masturbated after .Had to make sure it was put back the same way I found it.Years later my Brother admitted he had used it too as part of his masturbatory fantasies.

Enemas aren't that big a think in UK (as far as I know!) I bought a shower hose, the type that fit over the taps/faucet, and cut the shower head off and used this. As soon as my folks would go out for a while I'd be in the tub. I had my interest awoken after watching a piece on TV about colonic irrigation. Loved (still do) the feeling of my abdomen slowly filling up, then the relaxation that follows later.

To be honest, I still sneak as an adult!

Yep, sneaking enemas was a big part of my growing up. I snuck the bulb and eventually the bag out at home beginning at a very young age. I also would sneak them at both of my grandparents homes. My mothers father was a doctor and there were many syringes in that house. I will admit that even as I got older, I was still sneaking enemas where ever and whenever I could. As to getting caught, I would have to say say yes. When little, I was not as slick as I thought I was, and the red bulb was found under my bed. A few other events during childhood makes it pretty clear that mom was aware to some extent of what I was doing, but other than telling me that enemas were not toys she said little. In retrospect, the way I carried on during one of her enemas she must have thought I was a goofy kid to be hiding the thing under my bed.

I used to sneak a few bulb enemas when I was in the bathroom. When both are parents would be out with work or other commitments id occasionally use the bag myself or with sibling.

I'm sure parents probably knew about it but never seemed to care if I did.

Then as a mid-teen I got caught after a wine enema. That was bad. She made it clear I was to never do that again. Not that I was forbidden to give myself an enema, but just not wine.

So the rumor here is she caught you after you farted and it smelled like wine. Any truth to that rumor?

We had the Faultless Combination Bage Douche and Enema. Never had an enema as a kid, but the bag was kept under the sink in the bathroom. I used to sneak a bag enema whenever my parents were out for a while from about the age of 13. Loved the feeling of filling up and expelling. I've been addicted ever since.

Growing up I was given enemas Regularly I couldn’t stand them they were a fix all for my mom ,,at age 11 or 12 they just stopped after a few weeks I started to crave them my mom had 3 different enema bags hanging in the bathroom at all times,it was a Saturday morning my parents were going out shopping as soon as they left I ran upstairs and took the open top feminine douche bag fillings it and took my first solo enema ,I remember wanting to use the longer fluted double nozzle sliding it inside my self the feel was so mu better,,,now that I think about it I’m sure my mom knew probably seeing the enema bag all wet after my using it ,,,I would take enemas more and more as time went on probably weekly

My story is almost identical to “Luscious Liza”, with the exception that I never received and enema until I tried them on my own when I was about 11 years old. Afterwards, when my mother and sister would go for groceries on Saturday morning, I headed for the bathroom and the red enema bag as soon as they were out the door. That was over 50 years ago and I still take and enjoy enemas on a weekly basis . . . usually Saturday morning . . .

When I was 10 or so, a neighbor boy my age and I discovered we both were given enemas at home and talked at length about them. As our conversation became more and more detailed, we began a practice of sneaking into his bathroom closet while his house was empty of adults and getting out the family enema- an open-top red rubber vintage enema with a red hose, chrome clamp and vintage black nozzle- almost identical to the one mom used on me. From that point on, we called this our “butt club” and made it an adventure in giving each enemas- real enemas like we were accustomed to getting from our moms. We would strip off everything and go thru the genuine routine of preparing each other's enema and proceed thru the entire process. There was the genuine cramping and tummy aches with the pleadings to “take it out- it hurts” and the usual banter back-and-forth: “there now, just a little bit more….” and our enemas to each other would extend through the afternoon. Our skinny, white, smooth pale legs and bare bottoms would be dutifully exposed and given warm soapy enemas over and over for several years whenever the opportunity presented itself. By the time puberty came around, we became estranged and we haven't crossed paths since those early years together of enema innocence…..michael https://en.zity.biz/gallery/image/16551

Oh yes I sure did that. I had problems going poop 💩 and I would get backed up pretty good. My parents had to use enemas on me to help me go. I fussed and cried and screamed. I hated enemas as it would appear. Somehow I realized I got an usual feeling while being given enemas. I then could only explain it like this. It sure did not hurt but it gave me a strange tickle sensation deep inside. I really could not understand it much at only 4 or 5 years old.

Then one day my mom put me down for a nap and I started to play like I was being given an enema. I first used my fingers to poke around my little butt. It was more just exploring with my underwear on. Then I took it a step further as I got a pen and poked around my bottom. First I did this with my underwear on and then I dared to poke around without nothing on. I was scared at first. I did it and found that the pen got covered with my poop 💩. I cleaned it off. By this point I noticed my pee pee was hard and standing up.. I had no idea why but all I knew was somehow it was connected to this.. Then maybe nature took over and I started to move the pen in and out of my butthole. It felt absolutely incredible. I felt that strange tickle feeling I had when being given enemas. As I poked around and wiggled the pen around I started to breathe harder and harder. It felt amazing. My entire little body then started to get stiff. I was overwhelmed by this all. It was feeling like I was in heaven. Then as I kept wiggling the pen in my butthole it got even better. It actually felt like I could reach a tickle deep inside of me. This was incredible. I was by now panting it felt so great. I gave myself my first orgasm at only 5 years old. At least as much as a 5 year old boy can have. I remember it being really intense even at that tender age. Of course I became hooked on getting this. Every free chance I had I played enema as I called it. LOL. I looked forward to nap time. LOL… My mom caught me a few times as I got older. I would just tell her the truth. She asked me why I am doing this you are going to hurt yourself. I told her I am doing this because it feels great. She scolded me and said to stop it…

As a kid my my dad built a shower on the sun porch in our old home. Shortly afterwards, he added a closet right next to it. I was about 8 or 9 at the time. My mother had given me quite a few enemas when I was about 5 or 6 so I had already developed a liking for them. My mother stored the little red bulb with the black nozzle in the closet right next to the shower. I remember dozens of times reaching in the closet and grabbing the syringe while I was taking a shower. I would squeeze as many as I could hold up my little ass, hold it as long as I could, and then let it go down the drain. This went on for years. Fortunately, I never got caught by mom or dad. To this day, I still enjoy getting an enema with a bulb syringe. Only they are a lot bigger then they were back then.