My 3 sisters and I received enemas throughout our childhood. For as long as can remember someone in our house received an enema virtually every week. My sisters and I knew when one of us or our aunt was getting an enema.
For the younger members enemas were mostly given in the kitchen. The older members 11 years or older received theirs either in the bathroom or the bedroom.
Enemas were always given with a bulb syringe although the size of bulb increased with our age. Mom always gave a very though enema. It was large and usually took 25 - 30 minutes to administer. Cramps were always an issue and many times I thought I was not going to make it to the toilet.
The sound of the enema being prepared knowing it was for me or one of my sisters always sent chills down my spine. Once the enema was prepared the recipient was lead to a kitchen chair where anyone could witness the administration. I always felt embarrassed when my sister's watched or me watching one of my sisters being syringed. The sight of the black tube sliding into the rectum and the soft gurgling sound the syringe made as mom squeezed the soapy solution into the bowels made me feel embarrassed but excited at the same time.
The sound of the recipient asking mom to stop as the bowels were filled and the cramping increased as the soap did it's job. And knowing mom would just continue until the measured amount was administered became exciting for me.
And then finally the sound of the enema being expelled and the groaning as the cramps caused the recipient to push harder until the bowels were empty.
I think about all the enemas I received and saw occasionally and still think of them in an exciting way.