Enema threat or promise?

Klip, I got them on a regular basis, and they were the 'wisdom of the day' as you quoted.

I am 69, and I got them every Saturday morning. They were never really used as a threat, but... sometimes it was suggested that my crankiness may be due to digestive problems, which always pointed to the most common of all remedies, the ubiquitous enema.. what else?

I hope it's a promise!

I lived at a time when there was castor oil or enemas, sometime you got both. The word enema was always spoken. Mom on the phone, yes he needs a good enema, or you should take an enema, I took a good one yeasterday. With the kids you have to get in every it you can to make the enema work. etc At home always a threat, eat that you may need an enema, did you have a good poo, loolks like you need an enema for a good cleaning out. But when mom took the bag down it was never put back without being used. Naturally it was always a good enema. What memories

When my wife goes out for her fun I give her a time to be home. I tell her that if she is not home on time she is going to get spanked and then an enema. She has gotten 4 for being late. Promise

Not exactly a promise....more of a matter-of-fact remedy for a variety of reasons, but mostly for not having a daily bm. I recall sitting on the toilet reading and mom would ask me to get up so she could see if I "made" anything. When she saw the bowl was empty she asked me if I wanted a "little enema" to help me go. She wasn't really looking for an answer. She already made up her mind it was enema time again. Out came the bulb, the sink was filled with hot soapy water, and soon I was feeling the spray up my fanny. Other times, at the onset of illness, mom would announce I needed a "good enema" and in short order we were in the bathroom. She never hesitated, and never changed her mind when she decided to give me an enema.

More of a promise if a trip to the doctor happened You could almost count on an enema when you got home. As years went on a missed day of school with complaints of stomach ache the threat of the doctor said if you are too sick to go to school you will need an enema.. Sometimes you are going to get an enema and then go to school later.

“You seem fussy today”. The magic words that really meant “You’re getting an enema”. This was usually quickly followed by “go get undressed.”

Anytime my father was asked "is that a threat or a promise?" His reply was, "Neither! It's a statement of fact!"

I decided I liked them early on, so mom hinting I might get one any given day was fine with me. She was an excellent RN and gave them professionally, and they were fine with me. Sometime later on, in my twenties, I decided I liked them even more when given to me by a trusted Domme as a D/s session.

Eric

In my case it was never threatened but I can remember not knowing why I was getting one. They seemed to be somewhat random.

I love to be told I will be getting an enema. I love to hear the word enema. The more detailed the description of what is in store for me the better. I love the anticipation. I need an enema often for an attitude adjustment.

I get cranky and genuinely just in a bad mood if I don't. A threat is more of a turn on than a promise but as was already said I will be happy hearing either as long as it is followed through with and I end up with my tummy getting filled up.

There were definitely threats. Usually, once my mom had them on her mind it was a given I’d be getting one in the next 24 hours at most. My behavior DEFINITELY improved once she pulled that card but it rarely mattered. My fate was sealed.

For my sister and I, it was neither a threat nor a promise, just a regular monthly occurrence, usually administered when dad was out of the house for an extended period of time ... like bowling league night during the winter, golfing on Saturdays during the warm weather months. We never objected, although we never tried to let mom know which did not dislike enemas and, to be truthful, enjoyed them when she administered, let us romp naked in the house before and/or after the session, and even told us we could rid ourselves of clothing on non-enema days, just as long as dad wasn't around. She even taught us how to self-administer and, to this day, I think she realized we gave each other many enemas when she and dad were working, and we were home several hours before them during our middle school and high school years because, one day she simply said she didn't think she needed to give us enemas anymore and we were old enough to take them ourselves. She smiled when she made the announcement ... we responded with hugs and thank yous.

I am happy to see this topic, which I began 13 years ago , is back and available for reviewing old postings and creating new ones. . Over the years I have stayed with my belief that Mom's enemas were not a form o f punishment but a health need. How about you?

One afternoon my wife told my daughter she was going to give her an enema before dinner.

"but i don't WANT an enema" she complained.

her mom told her, "you've been miserable!"

"i'll be good!" she responded.

we both explained to her that when she needed an enema it would make her feel and act miserable. it was not a punishment.

she knew that she always felt much better after getting an enema and would literally be singing and dancing around the house after having one.

her mom got her cleaned out and she was in a much better mood.

Growing up I got enema's mostly for constipation. However there were times when mom would threaten me with an enema if I didn't change my attitude or if I continued to be winy or act out in one way or another. It was so embarrassing to be over my mothers knee and have her insert one enema bulb after another, either four or eight of the eight ounce bulbs till I received one or two quarts of soapy warm water. I had to hold it a minimum of five minutes before she let me up to evacuate it into the toilet bowl. Almost 90 percent of the time my Aunt would be there watching or helping my mom by holding my hands. It was like my mom would call her to say she was going to give me an enema. It didn't take her long before she came into the house and upstairs to the bathroom.

My mother said that if my attitude didn't improve that my Aunt would give me a spanking and then an enema which was so embarrassing.

Other embarrassing moments happened when my Uncle and my step-dad would give me spankings and enema's saying that my attitude needed improvement.

Mostly growing up my enemas were given for constipation. I know she would threaten if me and siblings did not stop fighting or attitudes.

At the time, 50-60 years ago, I honestly believed they were punitive and the threats instilled fear and loathing. My mom usually made good on her threats. As I learned to accept an enema as an enjoyable procedure and method of relief for some malady, I wished there was greater "promise" in the likelihood of being on the receiving end.

I've recounted an incident, or two, where my mom sent me shopping for an enema bag because a family member was going to be given an enema. I recall feeling a bit jealous that I wasn't getting the attention. Needless to say, I got attention "in the end"...but usually at the hands of numero uno.

In my case it was never a threat or a promise it was a fact. It was "I am going to give our an enema" or I would hear water running in the bathroom sink and the great sound of the Jones Irrigator being filled with nice warm water. Then Mom saying "Bruce take off your pajama bottoms and come into the bathroom". I always fussed but really I couldn't wait. This only happened a couple times a year until I was 14..

Admittedly ' growing up ' was many years ago but my mother never ' threatened me ' with an enema . In my early years , 5 - 10 , she would simply inform me during an illness or when she thought the procedure to be in my best interests , that I was to receive an enema and that was that . The fact that I accepted her administrations first in a docile manner then began to anticipate her well administered enemas was a ' plus ' for both of us . Her imperative as a mom from ' I am going to give you ………… ' became a question of ' Would you like for me to give you …. ' to from my adolescence through early adulthood of ' Mom … can you give me ……. ??? ' as the erotic interest had been established by that time . I was never refused as to my request but I accepted the fact that she had her own schedule during the day and sometimes I had to wait until that magic ' an hour before bedtime ' for my ' treat ' .

She would try to accommodate me about mid-morning or early afternoon as we had the privacy of ' just the two of us ' in the home .

My mother never threatened, she announced, "I think you need an enema." Although I protested that I was not plugged up, her decision was final and you got to visit the bathroom for a date with a full bag of soapsuds. Although she was physically small, she would not be defied.

To quote the Borg from Star Trek, "Resistance is futile." In our house, enemas were not a threat, they were reality!

Never a threat or promise; just matter of fact when I sat too long on the toilet in morning and did not answer the question "any luck yet"? Of coursed I would try to prolong the inevitable, but I knew I was constipated and despite my not wanting it, I knew an enema was the solution.

My mom never threatened to give me an enema because I was behaving badly. I only got them as a treatment for constipation.