Bend over!

Bending over with hands on knees was my position, & I think my sister's as well. To this day I love images & accounts of enemas & other treatments done that way, with the recipient's back straight & a 90 degree angle between back & pelvis. Hands on knees or sink or counter top. Any others thus?

That's it! From about six years old or so, it was bend over with hands on knees or on the edge of the bathtub. With one hand mom spread my cheeks while the other slipped in the bulb and squeezed. Quick, simple, with a minimum or embarrassment. Probably why I did not dislike getting an enema.

Never had an enema given to me in this position as a child, but I've used it myself, solo, quite a number of times. Very pleasurable!

I would prefer using this position but its hard to do solo. I had it done once for me with a Fleet but it was over too quickly. A nurse gave me another fleet enema laying on my side, then had me "assume the position." That was quick, too. What happened next was an old-fashioned colonoscopy, up in the saddle with about 20 sweet young candy-stripers watching the whole spectacle. I had colitis at the time and this was part of the diagnosis. On the same day I had a barium enema, mostly lying on my back. And first thing in the AM I had to give myself an enema before the first examination. Quite a day.

I always sat on the toilet in a daze and unconsciously noticed how Mom was preparing for my announced enema; I hoped I would wake up right away and it was all just a dream...

"Bend over!" ...

“Come on, bend over, I won’t say it again!”

...it wasn't a dream after all.

Shortly afterwards I felt the bulb in my ass and the soap solution flowing in due to the squeeze on the bulb

I hated enemas back then...🤮

No, never used, always naked in bed on my stomach or bent over mum or dad's legs.

All my childhood enemas were given lying down on my stomach, or occasionally bent over while standing. Always with the bulb. Hated them at the time, now can’t live without them!

Mom gave my siblings and I enemas laying naked across our bed together on either our stomach or back with our feet pulled back touching our bottom. She also gave us enemas laying naked across her lap, especially if she had just spanked us. As we got older, she moved us to the bathroom and gave us enemas in the knee chest position.

At our grandmothers, it was a little different. She gave us enemas in private laying naked across her lap or the knee chest position. When moms two sisters were preteens, grandma taught them how to care for us and gave them the responsibility of doing our evening bath, which included occasionally enemas or spankings. Like mom, they gave us enemas together in grandmas large downstairs bathroom. Both girls liked giving us enemas laying naked across their bare lap. Realizing early on, we enjoyed getting enemas and our preferred position was laying across their lap. So, when grandma switched us from enemas laying across a lap to the knee chest position. The girls made switched, but occasionally still gave us enemas laying across their lap. This primarily happened when the girls gave us a bare bottom spanking laying across their lap. When the girls spanked us, they fixed a rinse enema first and hung it up so it would be ready when they finished spanking us. All they had to do was lubricate our bottom inside an out with a finger, then slide the enema nozzle in place with us still across their lap.

Bent over 90 degrees with hands on knees, sounds both fun and stressful, maybe even very youthful. And with legs spread for ready access too. Let's call it,

"The cranking position".

Lying over mom's knees, feeling my behind being spread for Mom to insert the enema nozzle deep up inside me always brought on mixed

feelings. Even at that young age it just felt exciting, and never changed as I got older.

To this day an enema is looked forward to, unfortunately not as often and Mom Missing..

No when I was young it was always over someone's knee. I was very squirmy and HATED enemas so it usually involved someone else firmly holding me.

My earliest memories are of being across my mothers lap while she sat in a chair. From the time I could bend over the tub easily with my knees on the floor and my hands on the bottom of the tub that is how I received enemas. Bag hung on the towel rack above the tub, mother seated on the toilet within easy reach of my behind. It was that way until I received my last enema from my mother at 17.

From childhood , all of my ' rinse ' enemas were given to me by my mother as I bent over the edge of our bathroom bathtub . Mother would first cover the cold tub edge with a blanket and a small pillow was placed in the tub bottom for me to rest my head on . My bare knees were on a large , soft towel placed next to the outer edge of the bath tub . In this ' knee-chest ' / ' bottoms up ' position ' , ease of entry and my descending colon were paired for a very good ' warm water ' rinse ' enema ' which produced very good results . This was our ' 2nd enema ' routine from my boyhood through my early adult years after my mom had administered my initial ' soapsuds ' 1st cleansing enema . I really enjoyed this position and was aroused by being so positioned from an early age . One of my grandmothers had me assume a ' knee chest ' position for all the enemas she gave me as she believed that visual ' access ' to my rectum was easier to view / penetrate and ' a higher volume infusion ' was to be obtained when my bottom was so elevated .

I gave the OP a "Like" but then realized he's been gone for some eight years. 🫠 Interesting topic, and I'm sure I was given one or more of my many super powerful Ivory soap flakes bulb enemas in this position where one hand was used to open my cheeks while the other was holding the bulb and once the rosebud was exposed, in it went!

I bent over kneeling on kitchen chair bent over kitchen table mum 8nert soap stick up bum then push it deep eith enema nozzle once taken full soapy enema run to loo then get flush rinses

When it was time for my enema Mom would lay a towel on the bathroom floor and have my head down and my little 6-year-old butt in the air.

Only then that I know it was time for the nozzle and the bag to fill up my little hole .The dreaded bag full of water into my tummy, I'll never be able to hold this I thought to myself. The next thing I knew is I hear the gurgle of the water exiting the amber latex bag that my mom always used on me. I was full to the hilt, now I had to struggle to get up and sit on the potty. Was I going to make it without leaking? Finally, relief at last, just in time. I felt this torrent of water and waste leaving my swollen insides. I had done it, gotten through one of moms periodic treatments for my constipation or sickness.Mom to the rescue again!

My first memories of enemas are when I was 5 or 6. What I remember is bending over with my hands on the edge of the bathtub, mom standing behind me. With one hand she spread my cheeks and the other inserted and squeezed the bulb. It was over in just a few minutes.

In my previous post, I talked about the different position's mom, grandma, and our teenage aunts gave us enemas in. As kids, we primarily got enemas laying naked across our bed or their lap up until age eight or nine. However, we still got spanked laying naked across their lap, followed by a rinse enema up until age twelve. The one exception was dad, if he spanked us in the bathroom or bedroom in private, we didn’t get an enema afterwards. However, when we were all in the bedroom together and dad spanked us, we had to watch each other get spanked. Once he finished and were all standing in a corner, mom took us one by one to the bathroom and gave us an enema laying across her lap, then it was back to the corner until she was finished. Luckily, that only happened a couple of times.

During the summer, my siblings and I spent a lot of time at our grandmothers. The year I was six, grandma taught her two younger daughters personal hygiene and how to care for and give children enemas. The older of the two girls was twelve that year, when grandma made them responsible for our evening bath, including enemas and occasional spankings. Like my siblings and I, both girls were innocent and naive. The following summer, when we were all comfortable with the evening routine, we got to playing around in the shower with each other. Especially on evenings when the girls gave us a soapy followed by a rinse enema across their lap. The bathroom had a large dual head walk-in shower, made it convenient for the girls to put us in the shower together. Then get in with us, to keep order and bathe us. While one girl took care of us, the other girl took care of the enema bags, washing them out and hanging them up to dry on each of the two shows heads. This is where things got really playful. We all liked playing around with the freshly cleaned enema bags, just to have a little fun. It started out innocent enough, just playing around. When someone bend over to pick something up, and who ever had the enema bag, teasingly touched their bottom with the nozzle like they were giving them an enema. Before long however, we were actually doing it. Telling one another to bend over and really giving them an enema just for fun. They weren’t the two-quart enemas like the girls gave us or each other. They were like, maybe a quart of warm water, and we all had a lot of fun doing it. Being both giver and victim.

I’m not saying, grandma didn’t know what we were all up too when it came to playing around with enemas, because she most certainly did, to a point. After all, she gave her two younger daughters, the responsibility of giving us both enemas and spankings. Knowing my siblings and I liked enemas just as much as her two younger daughters did. And being more like siblings than aunts, there wouldn’t be much if anything, we didn’t explore together. And it's a good thing; she never walked in the bathroom an caught us playing around. Because I strongly suspect, she didn’t investigate on purpose. Knowing, or having a good idea, of what we were all up too. If she had, we’d all have found ourselves across her lap getting a good bare bottom spanking with the back side of her hairbrush.

@Rick6981 You write frequently about your teenage aunts giving you and your siblings enemas when you were young. I'm curious. Did these enemas continue into adulthood? Did you and your aunts talk about your childhood enemas when you were all adults? The climate surrounding enemas in your family seemed very open and I was wondering whether this openness continued . thanks.