My mom, an RN, took a slightly different approach in verbage. I was always on my back with my knees pulled up, exposing my entire crack and anus. She would meticulously hang the full two quart bag on the shower rod. She would then lube the nozzle and then lube my anus. Her lubing process included a full insertion of her index finger all the way inside of me. This of course would cause me to become immediately erect. The whole time she was doing this, she would be silent except for her humming a show tune.
When it came to insertion, I could see everything because of my position. She always lubed the entire nozzle in front of me. From eight years old to twelve she used a douche nozzle. From 12 to 17 she used a retention nozzle from the hospital. When she used the douche nozzle, she would tell me to hold my breath and let it out. When I would let my breath out, she would push the nozzle full length into me. She would say, "Don't resist the nozzle, Denny." She also taught me to use the deep breath/let it out technique for when my pediatrician examined my rectum and prostate digitally and inserted rigid scopes.It really helped a lot.
When she would use the retention nozzle, she would insert and pump up the inside balloon. She would always say, "You will feel a little full, but you can take the whole enema."
When the water was flowing, she would remind me that "I had take the whole enema, every drop, no matter how much you cramp." The enema was always administered fully.
When the enema was over, she would remove the nozzle and place the hose and the nozzle in the sink. She then would do something I have never heard of any one else doing. She would relube my anus and insert her finger fully up inside me. She would tell me that by relubing me it would make the poop and water come out more easily.
After many years of consideration, it is my conclusion that my late mother not only liked giving enemas to me, but also liked putting her finger up my butt. No harm no foul.
After my relubing, she would hold my butt cheeks tightly closed. As I stated to squirm she would remind me, "that an enema has to be held for five to ten minutes to let it work." Rinse enemas were a full two quarts of clear warm water, with an extra pint added as the bag went down.
Enemas in my family of the 1960's were very business like. I was expected to strip, get in position, take my enema with out complaint, retain my enema without complaint, and evacuate with my mom present. Puberty and body changes were never a secret for me.
My mom was a pediatric nurse at a local hospital. She often reminded me of how many bare butts and other boys and girls parts she saw every day.
When I would be bent over the pediatrician's exam table being readied for a rectal exam and begging her not to let it happen, she would just say calmly, "Just be glad you are healthy and you have a mother and doctor who want to keep you this way." Who could argue with that logic. But that really didn't help much when the doctor put his huge lubed index finger on my adolescent anus and said, "Take a deep breath and then let it out and bear down...you will feel a little pressure." No kidding....really!