Enema threat or promise?

Growing up, did your mom ever threaten to give an enema for crankiness or other reasons, or did she just go ahead and give you the treatment? My mother did a little of both, but emptied a bag of soapy water in me often enough to know she wasn't always bluffing.

Did your attitude improve just by hearing the e-word, or did you act cranky on purpose so you would get the enema?

As a child/young girl, I got only a few enemas from my Mom. I recall that she would say I would get an enema if I didn't have a BM the next day. She made it as a promise, not a threat and would keep the promise. Since I considered an enema as a medical thing and not erotic, I didn't consider it a threat.

Now, things are different. With my girlfriend enemate, the threat of an enema seems erotic to me. If she makes it several hours or days before the event, it turns me on as I thing about what will happen. My boyfriend doesn't get much out of a threat from me to do him, but he knows I do, so he talks things up to me to get me hot. - Vicki

Hearing my mon on the phone telling my dad she was going to give me an enema was not lost on me even as a small child. I felt embarrassed and humiliated as my older brother got to watch. When he got one I was not allowed to watch. One day many years later my Dad had a bad stomach ache and my mom said to him in fron of us for him to come in the bathroom she was going to give him an enema--he didn't and I always though, oh yeah, good enough for us kids but not for him. Oh well, I've enjoyed them myself over the years and have had the pleasure of solo, mutual enemas with guy lovers and friends, and especially like giving to guys that have never had them or are curious about getting enemas and erotic pleasures at the same time. I'm in N.e. ohio always looking for a guy that wants a good enema. Tim.

Growing up it could've been a threat, but what about today's use of enema's as partner punishment, even if they don't resist. 😉

Mom would line my 3 brothers and I up and we'd all get enemas. Just the word "NEXT" brings back memories.

It was a lot like the Vicks ad you see on TV. You know the one where the motherly type is standing in the doorway with the bottle of Vicks waiting for her NEXT customer.

My parents thought it was very important to have a bowel movement EVERY day. If my brother or I "appeared to be" and/or admitted to being constipated, Mom (or Dad) would announce that if we didn't have a BM, we would have to have an enema. They would then proceed to give us a dose of Dr. Caldwell's Syryp Pepsin laxative, (a nasty seneca laxative whose taste still lingers in my memory) and if we didn't have a BM by the next moring, out came the red enema bag and colon tube from the linnen closet drawer.

My brother absolutely HATED getting enemaed, and would literally yell and scream and cry and plead to please, please, please not have to take one of those awfull enemas. (Always, to my delight, to NO avail.) I would have to restrain myself from jumping up and down with glee at the prosect of him getting enemaed. I wasn't allowed to watch, but I could stand outside the bathroom door and delight in the horrible fuss he made as he got enemaed. Indeed, it is one of my favorite childhood memories.

I, on the other hand, was much more compliant, in part becuase I discovered early on that those "awfull enemas" were, actually strangely delightful, and especially afterwords made you feel really, really nice. (I recall, however, that my brother took equal delight in the prospect of my being enemaed.) Ahh, the joys of sibling rivalry!

Regretably, by puberty, my Mother stopped giving either of us enemas. I fantisized for many years that she might once again give me an enema. But, alas, it was never to be.

Threat OR promise of getting enemaed? I'd be delighted with EITHER !!! 😁

Always a sweet promise, and when at morning mom said me " honey ofter scool I must give you some nice soapy" - it effect on me like a lovely shock - my heart begun beat like a drum and all the morning were spent in excited aspectation till the magical moment to undress fron waist down and put bottom up for mom's lovely attention.

Happy belly L.K.

This may be a little off topic (suppository not enema), but...my parents were very much like Win's. Always observant of our bowel movements (they kept a diary) and, from birth, if me and my sister were constipated or appeared to be, we were getting the glycerin or soap bullet up our butts, and during our younger years we were liable to get them without warning. We never accepted it, we were both screamers and/or strugglers - if not prior to the insertion than during it.

Because of that my mother eventually started using the suppositories as punishment for crankiness/misbehaviour. This went on between the ages of 7 and 11 (in my case).

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my mom has been giving me enemas for as long as i can remember. probably half have been for just being excessive cranky or mouthy, not because i was actually constipated. they were scary and painful until mom gave up the little bulb syringe with that stupid straight nozzle that always scraped going in regardless of how much vaseline she put on it. so by age l2 or so, her threats of enemas if i didn't feel good enough to act right actually turned into more of a "well, bring it on" kind of attitude by me.

linda20

[/quote]I like that "well, bring it on" .....and on and on till she gets tired now who's getting punished ROFL............ which brings up another topic I will post, Do You Think, Mom knew at some point we liked themm ?

In my case, it was a sure thing. Two days without a bm meant a session with mom in the bathroom before bedtime.

I have a younger sister who had a bowel problem called super colon(?) and she would hold it for a week and then plug up the toilet every time she did go. I remember my mom threatening her with a suppository on more than one occasion because she would get sullen and cranky. And I have noticed the connection with my husband as well. While I don't threaten him with a supp or enema, I do remind/ask him if he needs to "go in and sit down."

The threatened enemas usually were in response to us teasing each other when we we figured out who was actually to be on the receiving end. Sometimes a threatened enema for not being more attentive to our BM's, was enough to get our attention. The threats were often carried out and were sometimes very uncomfortable. These at times seemed punitive.

An enema was absolute or a promise if we hadn't had a BM as expected. Mom wasn't going to buy laxatives or pay for doctor visits for our failures to poop.

I have a twin sister who hated enemas, when we were young, and I didn't mind them infact I enjoyed them. One day we were playing in our room when mom can in carrying the red enema bag. For some reason she thought I was my sister and she said that she was going to give me (thinking I was Erica my sister, a enema. She went into the bathroom to fill the enema bag and I was about to tell her that I was Helga when Erica wispered to me that she would give me a dollar if I didn't tell mom and took that enema. We I got paid for something i enjoyed.

In today's world, it would be called a "behavior modification" technique. In my generation, and especicially with a mother fron an even older generation, it was "improving the child's mood." "DO YOU NEED AN ENEMA?"

A spanking for immediate misbeheavior, or dangerous actions. An ENEMA for general improvemnt of attitudes. Walt

Nice to see that the string I started a couple of years ago has been revived.

Happily, the enemas I was given growing up were strictly for medical needs, including ending crankiness linked to constipation.

The rare spankings were for misbehavior and something entirely different from the reasons to use the enema.

I guess it was more of a promise than a threat, but I would be told that if I didn't make a BM by a given time my mom would have to give me an enema. Growing up I was sort of neutral about them, not really liking them that much, but not hating them either. Let's just say that I tolerated getting one.

They were never used as a punishment so I never had a reason to have negative feelings about enemas. I did find them embarrassing in one respect because like all kids I would whine a little about not needing one, but then afterwards the enema would produce a large BM and my mother would always remind me of saying that I didn't need one.

Mom would always start by taking my temperature which was a certain signal that an enema would follow.

My siblings and I never got them as punishment either, but they were still dreaded and all it took was the mere innuendo or brief glimpse of the syringe to send my heart racing with both excitement and fear.

My mom never threatened to give me an enema for misbehaving or acting cranky, but she did consider crankiness as a sign that I was getting constipated and she would give me a good strong dose of laxative at bedtime to empty out my bowels the next morning.

No threats, no promises,....just nice warm soap suds enemas after I'd been sick for a few days, between the ages of about 3 1/2 and 7 or 8 as I remember them.

Enemas were just part of growing up for me. I got weekly enemas from age five till I was about 15, for good health. I was often told in the moring that before I went to bed I was going to get my enemas, would think about it all day

See the thread on punishment. My punishment for not having a bowel movement in a timely manner was a good soapy enema. Threats were common, the promises were always kept.

My mom never threatened my brother or me with an enema. If she heard us having a hard time on the commode or not having a BM in several days, out came the red bag, the towel was put on the floor, and we would laying face down with the water flowing in us until the bag was empty.

Was threatened with the prospect of getting an enema. And the wait before it happened was always like an eternity. Would make me very conscious of my rectum. And what was soon to happen .

Even an "unspoken" threat - a verbal and/or visual hint - can make you feel "very conscious of your rectum". But alas it doesn't necessarily induce the urge to "discharge excrement" and thereby avoid the enema/suppository. Indeed the nervousness can bind up the person being threatened even more. My mother knew that I'm sure - and I know it: if I've ever subtly "threatened" Melanie for "being sullen or cranky" I can't recall it ever sparking her lazy rectum into action.

Im sure I've told the story before about being scared out of bed in the morning, aged 4 or 5, by my mother armed with the box of suppositories, apparently sure that if I stayed in bed late it meant I needed to "do" and was trying to put it off. And how they later re-enacted the scene with Catherine one morning when we were on holiday.

The other day for some reason I remembered the "Lazy Mary, will you get up?" nursery rhyme, and...you know how that ends, the bargaining session is over and Lazy Mary's mother threatens her with a jug of ice water. Do you think that was bowdlerised - and the jug should have been an enema nozzle? The original version might have ended: "What will you give me if I get up?"/"A squirt up the bottom if you don't!!"/"Yes, mother, I will get up... etc etc"

During my childhood, I got regular enemas for ANY reason at all. My mom was a nurse so probably felt it was her responsibility. There was one thread further up where someone mentioned that they heard their mom say over the phone that she was going to give (whomever) an enema, and it turned him on.

I forgot all about this until I read that. One day my dad wanted to go somewhere and mom told him, and I overheard, that she needed to give me an enema first ... so over the tub I went with that bag being held high over my head ... turns me on to this day.

Mother was never one to say you need to move your bowels! She always knew is are bowels were slowing down. Mother was always there with a full enema bag & one or all of us children were made to move are bowels & if she did not like how much came out there wouls be more enema for you, & sometime after all of us were well enema , before bed she would be around with that old stand by laxative MOM to each one of us would be given a un-wanter laxative so in the morning you bowels were working & she would pay atention to how many tripes to the pot each of us did & sometime she would have us over her lap for an enema . Mother always did not talk about enemas you always got one or more!

My mom never threatened me with an enema. She was a very kind and gentle mother that gave me an enema when I really needed one. She would say something like "I'm going to give you a little enema to help you go." I'll admit that when I was younger I didn't really want one but I didn't put up a fuss because I thought she knew best.

My mother kept an eye on my bathroom habits and would know when I was constipated. She would ask when I last went to the bathroom and tell me that if I didn't move my bowels soon she would have to use the syringe on me and make them move. So yes, there was certainly a threat, but she always carried through, so it was more of a promise. Sometimes she would give me a laxative first, but they never worked and I would find myself on the bathroom floor getting an enema of Ivory soapsuds with the bulb syringe. She'd keep her promise and make my bowels move. Any time my bathroom activities caught her attention it was certain to end up with me getting a good syringing.

I never knew when an enema was coming. I'd be called into the bathroom and told to take off my pj bottoms. Moments later I was lying face down across my mom's toweled lap. Even though I was very young I knew sickness was not the reason. I now think my mom had some kind of regular schedule (maybe every couple of weeks) for our enemas. Or they were to make sure her children weren't constipated. Or perhaps the wisdom of the day was "regular enemas were good for children." Whatever the reason, I received my share of the Ivory soap solution.