Unexpected enemas

Have you ever received a totally unexpected enema?

I came home one evening after a 12-step meeting to find my partner waiting for me, and also found the red enema bag hanging from the shower curtain rod (hadn't been there earlier). Fun and games followed (I introduced her to enemas a few years earlier: once when she was on top I let my index finger stray out back -- she responded by talking of childhood games: temperature taking. Even today a rectal thermometer will spark her interest -- with enema almost certain to follow.

Yes I have awaken with the enema flowing in. I have always been a very sound sleeper. She has done that very many times and like it when I realize that she has done it again and smiles as she pushes the nozzle as deep as she can.

Twice, one from my ex-wife who introduced me to enemas, I came home one day and she already had the bag ready to go and acted very demanding (we had been playing with them for about a year already).

The 2nd time was from a girlfriend who had been a nurse and admitted to me she enjoyed giving enemas, I had never told her my enjoyment of them. I allowed her to give me several over the course of a few weeks. One night at her place we were watching TV and she goes to her room and a few minutes later calls me in. She was fully dressed and had a bag hanging by the bed, she had me strip and gave me 2 or 3. It was fantastic.

The only time I remember getting an unexpected enema was when we as a family was going to drive to Miami; a 2 day drive; and mom called sis and me into the bath and told us to undress and why. Sis was first followed by me. While doing our enemas mom told us that both she and dad were also having enemas. Sis and I have always had the feeling that mom gave dad his enema but took hers solo. Neither of us ever worked up the nerve to ask.

It wasn't so much an unexpected enema, but when I was about 7 or 8 I was being given an enema with the bulb, but managed to slip off mom's lap, sit on the toilet and let it out. I had not had enough enema nor had I allowed it to work. As a result I was given my first enema from the bag, which was a bit larger. Also, I didn't dare expel it until I was told that I could be mom threatened me with yet a third enema if that one didn't work. But talk about a surprise.

I suppose I was about 10 years old. We were at the supper table and I must have been acting cranky. I must have said something cranky because my father said, "Yes, and that is why you're going to get an enema." That was totally unexpected and led to my first "punishment" enema. I was shocked and surprised. After supper, I had to help with the dishes with this dreaded thought of the enema hanging over my head. After dishes, my mother went into the bathroom and I walked by the door to see her filling the bag. She was smiling a very wicked smile as she tested the temperature of the water. She hung the bag on the hook in the window frame and left it there. I walked by the door several times to see the bag still hanging. I thought maybe I had been reprieved and the bag was for her. After what seemed an eternity, I summoned the courage to ask, "Who is that for??" Her exact words, "You heard what your father said. Get your pants off and get into the bathroom." And she gave me a bag full. After that, I was pretty careful not to be cranky at the supper table.

I mean no warning. No "I think I'm going to give you an enema." Nothing that would alert you to getting an enema.

Well it happened to me quite often. I would be home sick from school with some kind of biological terror that between the hours of 8am and 3pm was eating my insides out from the inside. The pain, between 8am and 3pm, was beyond human endurance. The writhing agony, between 8am and 3pm, wracked my poor pathetic body with convulsions, cold clammy palms and fevers that should burn me to a crisp. Yes between 8am and 3pm, which coincidentally was the same time that school was in session. I was dying.

I was lying in bed, with the cold breath of death, upon my brow. I spotted my mom through my blurred vision and weakly lifted my quivering arm. I was so weak, I could barely hold it up.

"Mother?" I squeaked out in a discernible whisper. My lips quivered as I spoke her name. "Mother. I.."My words trembled out of my mouth. "I think you should summon Father Collins. I think this it is." I collapsed onto my big pillow. Gasping for air. "I'm cold Mother. So very cold." I sputtered and coughed out the words.

Mom came over to me and held my hand. She sat down next to me.

"Don't leave us Steven. It's almost 3pm. The time when you make a dramatic recovery." Mom let my hand go.

"Not this time Mother. I can feel the coldness of the grim reaper. He's in my room. He's going to take me from you." I coughed again. "Good bye mother."

The clock struck three as the grandfather clock in the hallway chimed out the time.

"Wait mother..." I frailly lifted my body up to a sitting upright position."I think that my vision is clearing up."

Mom patted me on the shoulder and smiled.

"See what I mean Steven. Every time you are a deaths door. At 3 o'clock a miracle happens and you are completely recovered. I don't think that modern medical science can explain it."

I raised my hand up and flexed my hands. Then I touched my face with my hands.

"The lesions on my face. They are all gone." I felt around my face.

"I don't remember these lesions Steven."

"They were all over my face. Horrible puss filled skin lesions. Merely touching them would cause them to erupt in a puss filled carnage." I continue to probe my face.

"Puss filled carnage?" Mom stood up and gave me her patented strange look. "Well I'm glad they are gone."

"I'm alive. Alive and full of life." I sat up higher with a renewed passion for living.

"Full of life and other things," mom whispered to herself.

"Feel like I could conquer the world. I need to get outside and embrace all that nature has given us." I threw my hands up into the air and smiled.

"I'm not sure about this Steven. You were dying a minute ago and now completely recovered. I think you might be pushing it. You don't want a relapse."

The relapse ploy. Of course if I was really sick. There might be something to that. But since I was faking my illness. Relapse was off the table.

"I won't relapse mom. My disease was a...a...One of a kind. Once I get it. My body builds up an immunity so I can't get it again." I smiled marveling at my cleverness.

"But your weakened body could contract a different ailment one the isn't one of a kind." Mom proceeded to push me down into the bed and cover me up.

"Fresh air!" I blurted out. "I need fresh air or I will relapse." I started to sit up again.

"But thats the worst thing for you. There are hundreds of bacteria carrying microbes that hang out in fresh air. Just waiting for a weakened body to get within their grasp. They can re-infect you." Mom started to push me back down toward the bed.

It was obvious that I wasn't going to win my freedom. I surrendered, and pulled the cover up to my chin.

"You can play tomorrow after school." Mom left my room.

I twiddled my thumbs looking around my room. That didn't go well. I looked down and saw my Swiss Family Robinson comic book. I picked it up. As I started to read it. Mom came back into my room.

"Oh. You won't need that." Mom said as she plucked the comic book from my fingers.

"I won't?" I said with a hint of nervousness.

"Nope." Mom helped me sit up in my bed. "Come honey."

I was pulled from my bed and led down the hall to the bathroom. Mom opened the bathroom door. Inside there was a steel framed kitchen chair and hanging above the chair was a full enema bag.

"What's that for?" I said panicky pointing to the bulging rubber bag.

"You know what's that's for. You had dozens of them." Mom closed the bathroom door and proceeded to undress me.

"I know what's it for. Why is it for me?" I was soon naked in the bathroom as the last bit of clothing was extracted from my body.

"I think you should have an enema to wash out any lingering illness." Mom sat down on the chair and grabbed the vaseline and nozzle.

"Ah...There's nothing lingering. It's a...A...Non lingering sickness. Once you have it. You don't get it anymore and no lingering."

Mom smiled and patted her lap. I knew at the that point there was no arguing and climbed over her legs face down.

She lubricated my bottom hole with a generous glob of vaseline. Then applied the residue to the nozzle.

"Think of this enema as if it was fresh air." Mom slowly pushed the nozzle into my bottom.

"Then I'll never breath fresh air again. If this is what you think it is."

Mom laughed and turned on the water.

During World War II, the major conveyance for cross-country travel was the passenger train. Air travel was not what it later became, primarily because of the wartime demands on the aircraft industry to produce combat aircraft and the takeover by the military of airport facilities for training pilots and ground support personnel.

Gasoline was rationed which impacted bus travel and buses because of the level of personal movement and no "on board" restroom facilities at that time (they came later) were an uncomfortable choice for long cross-country trips.

That left trains...You could obtain meals aboard in the dining cars, seating was both roomier and far more comfortable and trains had pullman cars (also called "sleepers" were well healed passengers could purchase either upper or lower berths that allowed sleeping enroute.

The main problem with train travel was the restroom facilities. Because of the amount of space that had to be devoted to a restroom, there was just one per passenger car and they were unisex...used by males and females (after the war the railroads designated restrooms in alternating cars for the exclusive use of males and females)

Since the massive movement of military personnel made the restroom facilities rolling pigstyes weomen didn't want to use them...One newspaper published a pattern for a fabric rail travel toiletseat cover that could be carried on board in a baby diaper carrier.

A female favorite solution was to take and give each other "until clear" tummy rinses to negate the use of restrooms enroute. My Mother and Aunt accompanied by my cousin Alice and me took a lot of long train trips. And five or six hours before scheduled departure time, out came the red rubber syringe and the enemas began. Alice my 15 year old cousin always got hers first...I knew things were going to begin when something was whispered to Alice by my Aunt Kate and she undressed to her bra and painties and began the "Do I have to?" routine and was told to stretch herself out on the bed crosswise with her toes touching the floor...and either Aunt Kate or my Mother pulled her panties down and off. I was six and another benefit to my female anatomical education was the revelation of of pubic hair during the thigh spreading process, Vaselining and nozzle insertion. There wasn't anywhere but the closet where you could put a wide-eyed little boy could be placed to provide for a girls modesty and privacy. And Alice loved me. (We were constantly together during the war when our Fathers were officers in the Army serving in combat in Europe) She had no reservations about undressing in front of me or seeing me naked as a jaybird in front of her...At six you have not developed erotic appreciation of a nude girl that comes a few years down-the-road. I loved to tease her about having titties and hair on her pee-pee....and she giggled about my tallywhacker when she gave me a bath. But God never made a more ladylike, considerate,and lifelong loyal girl. (she died of diabetes several years ago and I drove to Beaufort, South Carolina to hold her hand and close her eyes) Loved her dearly.

Alice and I called our expulsions our "squirt outs". In hotel rooms there was only one toilet so the follow-on condemed enema participant had to wait until the in-the-bathroom squirt-outter finished her squirting. (Everyone else was a female...Most of the time I got mine over Aunt Kates or my Mother's lap while they sat on the toilet with the lid closed...but in a hotel room, I usually got mine bending over the side of the tub, while Alice finished her squirt out sitting on the toilet gushing and giggling...and teasing me while warm soapy water was flowing into my reluctant bottom. Once she wasn't finished when my nozzle was slipped out and my Mother stood me in the tub in Birmingham and let me explode...Alice laughed about that our entire lives.

Alice taught me my multiplication tables, how to tie a bowtie, helped me research a term paper on the Roman Empire,taught me how to scramble eggs...and when my Mother wouldn't answer my question about where babies came out...waited until my Mother and Father went to the country club for dinner and to play bridge...took me into the bathroom, took off her skirt, garterbelt and stockings...and panties. Made me swear a "if you ever tell our parents about this I will kill you" oath and using a lead pencil as a pointer showed me EVERYTHING and explained it all a great detail. At the time she was a freshman at William and Mary. Thanks for listening DAK

Came home from work one day to find my Exwife standing at the door in a Red/Black teddy holding my 2 1/2 Quart enema bag full. She told me that she was going to rock my world and boy she did that!! 😄 That was the first time that she gave me an enema. She had watched me a couple of times before, but never gave me one. She gave me about 4 that night and she worked my nozzels in and out of me, it still gives me shivers. She used a couple of my favioret recipes that I had. She then took me to the bedroom and thats aonther story.

As a kid growing up I usually knew when I was going to be given an enema, but not always. I remember coming home from school to find my mother already had the bag filled with soapy water just waiting for me. One time my mother even called the elementary school I went to and had the principal pull me out of class and send me home to be given an enema. The principal even knew why I was being sent home early and told me what was waiting for me when I got there. Also, I was playing with friends one day when mom came out in the front yard carrying the bulging red enema bag to make me come in to be given an enema which I had no idea was coming. Anytime I came in the house from school or playing to the smell of ivory soap it was a sure bet that enemas were awaiting me.

Yes many times my wife will have my enema prepared and waiting for me . many different reason why,,,me being cranky or needing an attitude adjustment or just because she decided I needed an enema,,

Mine had to be in 1999. I had taken a job with a Japanese company that insisted that their first round of hourly employees be trained at the headquarters in Japan. After a very long flight from the United States to Japan, I was extremely jet-lagged. I can't sleep in any moving vehicle. I was actually sitting on the toilet, doing my business, in the hotel room, and I noticed buttons to the side of the toilet. I had never had any experience with a bidet or anything similar at that time. I absent-mindedly pressed the button marked shower. One of the hotel staff had apparently thought that it would be a good idea to turn up the pressure on that function. As I was watching the water recede back into the bathroom, the person in the next room over called my room phone. The first thing that he said was “I'm assuming that you found out about the buttons on the toilet." I said “why would you say that?” His reply, between peals of laughter, was “because it sounded like you were trying to run through the wall”.

... quite a few enemas during my childhood I found surprising or unpredictable and totally unexpected.

There was a red-haired girl about my age who lived in our neighborhood. We got along well and often sat in their little garden shed. One day we played doctor games. I once brought a red rubber bulb from home and we tried it on ourselves, of course without water. We laughed much.

Suddenly her mother surprised us. The screaming was great and she threw me out.

When I came home later, my mother was already waiting for me.

She has since been informed by the girl's mother.

With the remark: "Now I'll show you a doctor's game", dragged me into the bathroom and administered a few consecutive punishment enemas from an full filled enamel irrigator and a rubber enema tube. I also got hit a few times with a wooden spoon on my buttocks...

I have never forgotten these enemas...

I received an unexpected enema when I was 17.I had passed out while decorating the Christmas tree at my grandparents. When I regained consciousness, I was sent to bed and told to change into my PJs. Soon after, the doctor arrived [they made house calls back in the '50s]. After examining me, he announced to my grandmother that I needed a hot soapy enema. That caught me off guard. Soon my grandmother was back with a red bag full of 2 quarts of hot soapy solution that she hung in the bathroom. She watched as I stripped and lay down on the freezing bathroom floor on my left side underneath the bulging bag and watching the nozzle being lubed with vaseline. Once the nozzle was in place, I lay there dreading the sound of the valve opening and the flow of solution and resulting cramps. Much to my objection, I was then made to take a 2 quart rinse enema after expelling the first. Admittedly I did feel a lot better after.

Over the years I have received quite a few unexpected enemas. This would happen when my mother or aunt decided to give me an enema to make sure that I didn't get severely constipated from the meds that I was taking.

Jamet S

Absolutely. My first bag enema was completely unexpected and a total surprise. I was 5 years old, had come home from kindergarten and was playing with my sisters in my room when mom came in and led me to the bathroom. Everything was already prepared, and the combination syringe, which I only knew as the red hot water bottle prior to this event, was hanging from a towel bar with the long red hose and black nozzle attached. I was quickly undressed, with very little explanation, and laid on my back on a towel in the tub. Everything that was happening seemed like a whirlwind up to the point where my legs were raised, the nozzle inserted and I heard a click. From that point on I thought and felt everything was in slow motion. In my mind the enema was going on forever, and I believed I was swelling up like a helium balloon. I received other unexpected enemas growing up, but none were as impactful as that first one was.

I remember that I was around 9. I been given enemas most of my life by my Mother but never by the large Rexall Victoria Combination syringe that Mother had in the bathroom cabinet. Mother always used a small red bulb syringe. Then, Mom changed doctors. This new doctor did not approve of her giving me enemas. He told her to stop giving me those things and to start giving me an oral laxative called Castoria! I absolutely hated taking that stuff.. One day after Mom had called me into the house for a dose of the stuff, I returned outside and continued playing with a girl who lived next door. She asked me why my Mother had called me inside. I told her. She immediately stuck out her tongue and said I hate that stuff! and that her Mother had that very morning given her an adult enema with her “Douche syringe!” She encouraged me to get my Mom to do the same. Well, I did, almost daily. One day she took me into the bathroom, opened the white cabinet, pulled out her douche bag and cut it up saying “now shut up about wanting an adult enema, I have nothing to give it to you with now!” I watched her throw it away! But, I did not give up! I even had her Mother talk to her on my behalf. Mammaw even went as far as to buy her a new douche syringe to use on me! Mammaw couldn’t understand why she wouldn’t. She took enemas herself. Well, weeks passed. Months passed! Then, one Saturday morning when I didn’t have school and my Mother didn’t have to work she woke me up by lightly rubbing her finger on my neck and pulling me out of bed saying “Mike, I have a surprise waiting for you!” She took me into the bathroom and there hanging on a hook in the bathroom was the red Rexall Victoria Combination syringe that Mammaw had bought Mother to use on me! It was filled and I waiting just for me! Been hooked ever since! No, I wasn’t expecting that enema! I had about given up!

I got an unexpected enema from my ex. It was hot and I had a long day, so after work I stripped down to just my underwear to take a nap before Diner. I didn't feel my underwear getting pulled down as I was still groggy, but the next thing I felt was a douche nozzle being stuck up my rear to wake me, then seeing her standing next to me holding up a bag. She made me take it all.

I was awakened at 6 AM in the hospital by a nurse with a Fleet enema to prep me for surgery. They had moved my surgery to earlier on the schedule so the enema was totally unexpected. I wasn’t supposed to be prepped until later that day. I was so groggy that I could hardly comprehend what was happening. I was in a daze when another nurse came in to hold me on my side while the first nurse squeezed the enema in my butt. I was already in a lot of pain, and it was one of the worst experiences I had in the hospital.

I was with my girlfriend and I saw an old girlfriend.

We talk and meet for dinner.

When I was getting dressed my girlfriend came with a Rubber Bulb.

I told her no, it was too late and she wouldn't make it to dinner.

She put me on OTK and gave it to me.

It was oil. I protested but she slapped it at me.

I couldn't go to dinner.😧

She told me:

were you going to sleep with her?

Well, go and shit on dinner. LOL. LOL

I got my first enema completely unexpectedly and unprepared.

I was 12 or 13 years old when I came home from skiing week. Due to toilet situation I was totally constipated. My mother gave me laxatives right away. Next morning the laxatives hadn’t work, I had bad cramps and mom got nervous. After some time she came into my room and asked me to follow her into the bathroom and said “We have to do something against your constipation, please take off you nighty and knee onto the towel in the bathtub". I wondered first but then a saw the enema can hanging beside the tub. I had never seen something before, but had an idea what to expect.

I protested, but my mother was very strict. I still remember the words "Do it or we have to go to the hospital. There you will get the same treatment by a nurse". So I did as instructed and knelt down. She pushed the hose into my bottom and let the water run. Now she explained what she was doing to me and asked to be brave, because in a few minutes everything will be over and I will feel well again. I still remember that it was really uncomfortable and my mother had to persuade me rather strictly to endure the full load. After that, I was allowed to go to the bathroom immediately and had full success.

Afterwards she apologized for this rude treatment and explained, that she had sworn never to give an enema to me. She received some enemas from her mother and in the hospital and found them extremely unpleasant.

I thought it was not so bad .The positive experience of the fast and lasting relieve left much deeper impressions on me as the unpleasant treatment before in the bathtub. I was only disappointed that everything had happened so fast and I had no time to prepare mentally for it.

Unfortunately I had no opportunity to repeat this experience. My mother bought some very effective suppositories which I had to insert myself when necessary.

My very first enema as a kid was, “unexpected” got tricked by my grandma. Next thing I knew I was getting held down forcefully and A NUZZLE up my bum instead of the thermometer she said she was going to do.