I cannot rightly recall the very first enema & I'd have to assume it was the small red rubber bulb with black bakelite nozzle which I was to "find" stashed in the linen closet along with other household goods sometime after age 5....(Yes,it got taken for a trial run)...though the youngest in the family got it so I guess we did too...as was one that looked like to me an Enema bulb but was in fact a pear shaped reddish/orange rubber bulb which was a Continental brand Ear Syringe....but that's another story.
The one that I recall vividly & was readily recognizable was her 1 Quart white enamelware irrigator with it's dark blue rim & spout,smooth dull red hose & black rectal nozzle...which was a 2 piece contraption....had a very stiff rolled over outer "T" shaped black tap assembly & due to that seemed to be little used...so more often than not it went in squirting from the get go....it gave me a little boy "stiffy" that would do things that I was yet to cum to terms with....er recognize.
When it first happened & I cannot say any particular night that took place,I'd had a bout of constipation bought on from a combination of eating far too much sweet rich foods (candy,cakes,dessert after dinner) & not taking notice as to when I last went last....toilets at that age were a quick in and out affair....kinda typical as going out to play was high on the fun scale,similar to readying for some new adventure daily...boys could be like that....well we are different & do get a bit hyper...the term at the time was "bake a cake" by not paying heed to ones plumbing.
Consequently due to the obvious taught stomach along with a grumbling bellayache my mother determined a soap suds Enema was to be given....at that point I had no idea what was in store & was none the wiser as to what was coming....from there she just sent me off to my bedroom & said i'll be in to see if i can be of help in 5 to 10 Mins...how right she was on that score !!....thinking no more of it I went & lay on my bed....what seemed like ages gave way to the sound of the linen closet door opening followed by a rustling around & that dullish yet hollow sound of a Douche Can being removed, hose coiled within & an almost inaudible tink !..tink !..tink ! as the nozzle moved about.
I had left my bedroom door ajar...Then came a quite period,presumably as the equipment was being assembled...shortly thereafter came alternating running water from the bathroom taps...a fairly brisk swishing noise with the occasional clank !..clank !..clank !...as the soap bar glanced off the inside of that white enamel can gradually dulling off as it filled...then nothing, just shuffling of feet on tile & the sound of some kind of material being moved about....the towel being folded !!
The moment had arrived...Mum was ready & I was not...well not for that surprise I can tell you...Entering my bedroom that hose by now obviously purged & heavy with soapy water bounced several times on the lower part of the outer side of the door..towel & red rubber underlay draped over her arm....almost within seconds & glancing across she announced as she walked in...I think you could do with a "Good Enema" !!...and something along the lines of this should have you all fixed up in no time...yeah right,one of the longest 15 to 20 minutes from a kids perspective.
I wonder what my eye's must have revealed at that moment as she came over & placed the Enema goods with it's black tapped nozzle deposited inside the soapy solution warming, together with a glass jar of Vaseline from her smock pocket,upon the bedside dresser beside my bed..To me 1 quart looked big & sounded heavy judging by the thud it made....even though I had been feeling a bit miserable and she was a kindhearted caring woman...I did squirm a bit,but didn't complain....so that made things a lot easier as I gingerly slid my pyjama bottom down....raising my bum up while doing so she deftly slid the towel & protector under...assuring me that I'd feel as right as rain in no time at all....chatting away with the added suggestion to relax....yeah good one right !!
I peeked over my shoulder as mum unscrewed the lid from the Vaseline jar...picking up a dob, lifting my right bum cheek up & open...the warm touch replaced almost instantly by a slippery finger lightly circling over my button...a momentary pause followed...before I knew it a small probing announced a finger tip had entered & rotated...shallow as it was (exciting at the same time)...caused a small tightening as I gasped at the intruder...drawing in my breath...my little legs quivered...my hand had grasped the pillow...face partially buried...the myriad of sensations.
Wiping her hand off casually...lifting the hose end & one eyed nozzle from that warm soapy solution....a small squirt jettisoned from it's tip...I felt my bum cheeks squeeze together briefly....facing away & easing apart my bottom I could feel her thumb press draw upward...a few drips flicked upon my upper thigh...causing a minor cheek flex...a light kind of probing ensued as she eased the bulbous like bud end furtively up inside...the unstoppable squirting was immediate....cool to begin then the warm rush as the soapy water careered into my rectum....again a myriad of sensations hit....that little boy "stiffy" struck...that was the hard part or so I thought.
Again I peered back ...mum standing there holding the Enema equipment with one hand & each time she changed footing it changed the direction of flow from the enema nozzle tip....that I was feeling as my uncomfortable tummy reacted to its incessant surge....didn't matter how hard I tried to relax as mum soothed me...the Enema was playing one merry dance on me & I really felt like I wanted to go badly... not just badly...very badly concerned about having an accident & letting it out....I didn't cry or anything just wanted to go have a poo as quick as my legs would carry me...mum said just take a few deep breaths & it'll all be over soon...then a reprieve came as the feelings subsided...holding the Enema can up a bit higher I heard the faint gurgle signifying it was finally over....wrong again !!
Easing the nozzle out & placing it inside the Enema can...hearing it clip the side with a distinct tiiing !!...she replaced it with a washcloth between my bum cheeks...felt nice & warm too as she pressed them together while talking away...lying there,legs drawn partly up, feet warm under the peeled back covers with my bum exposed at the beds edge...the minutes ticking slowly away...another rolling tidal surge had begun...some more encouraging of taking more steady breaths....bought about another easing....not that bad after all.....then just as quickly as it abated a real biggy came on strong.
Mum helped by firmly pressing my bottom...holding the washcloth firmly enough that I could feel her clenched hand....rubbed my tummy anticlockwise with the side of her palm...stalled breathing...the height of desperation passed...this time I didn't hang around to find out what was in store....literally bolted for the dunny...barely had time to get the seat down...The Enema was not gonna wait this time & so the unloading rocketed forth with gusto....oooooh ! that felt good...real good !!..then further smaller bursts erupted intermittently....feeling better with each offload.....but as so often can happen just when you feel its safe & sitting there head in the hands....elbows upon the knees feeling somewhat depleted...deep within a strong bellyache hit & rumbling down in "waves" came the cause of my anguish.