Getting enemas with other children around

When I was about 10 and my sister 8 years old, she got sick with the flu. On the second day of her illness, family friends with a boy and girl our same ages came to visit. I was out in the yard playing with the other kids when I heard my sister screaming from inside the house. Alarmed, I ran up on the porch and climbed up on a chair to peer through the window which was small and high on the wall of her bedroom. I was shocked to see my mother giving her an enema while my father kept her from kicking and thrashing around. The visiting boy who was about her age climbed up, too, for a look-see.

I was very surprised about several things: 1) that my parents would take a break from visiting with friends in order to give my sister an enema then, instead of waiting until after they left (what excuse did they give for leaving their friends sitting alone in the living room?); 2) that my father was in attendance -- something that had never happened before; 3) that my sister was rebelling so wildly and screaming at the top of her lungs. Very disturbing!

I felt a bit of disgust over my sister's over-reaction to what I thought was a routine enema (me being a cooperative and docile patient at all times). Yet the scene horrified me at the same time because it looked violent, like rape.

I quickly jumped off the chair and made the boy do the same. I felt I needed to protect my sister's privacy. I never said anything to my parents about witnessing the deed, but the memory still frightens me when I think about it.

My older sister(16mos) and I got enemas together until she was about 11. After that she was usually given her enema first then I would get called in and given my enema while she was expelling.

Nobody was ever around but once when I reported for a babysitting job the oldest girl was getting an enema. The other kids made sure to announce it as soon as I entered.

I remember being a grandma's house one time and mom gave me a enema and my 2 brothers watched the entire treatment. It was kind of embarrassing and also a bit of a turn on.

My wife never got an enema in front of other children (except when very young) but certainly such events were no mystery.

I got embarrassed myself by mom talking about suppositories in front of other adults and children.

I do recall, rather vaguely, walking into the smaller bathroom & seeing my sister bent over with a tube in fanny. I was invited to leave rather abruptly. Enema administration was fairly private in our home, but not the facts of it. Also recall hearing my mom tell a friend on the phone that either my sister or I would ask for an enema from time to time when necessary.

With these stories, is it any wonder so many people are completely turned off of enemas. How many people would enjoy the benefits of a warm enema if in childhood, they had received them in a "pleasant and private manner"? It is no wonder that the "Golden Age" was not so golden to most. Susie said it right, there was just too much insensitivity and stupidity.

Luckily it only happened once, but is still alive in my memory. The grandmother had started to make me the cistere because I was home with the flu. Here comes my friend to give me schoolwork and grandmother makes her come into my room as if nothing was happening. When I saw her alone my friend told her, but it was a lie, that the enema was the first in my life and that the doctor had prescribed the ...

Growing up, my Dad being a doctor and Mom a nurse things such as rectal temps and enemas were done in private (when practical!) However, if it was temperature or enema time for the three of us, myself, my older sister and younger brother, there was never any hesitation that while one was getting their enema the next in line was having their temperature taken It was done like a production line. Mom and Dad felt that this was a way to get us to better understand that clinical is clinical not sexual and the whole ¨boy/girl¨ thing had no role in it.

For me the only other children around were my 3 brothers like you mentioned beccarnmo Mom was the same way it was done in kind of a production line sort of thing.

When I was little, perhaps 12, 13 my two older brothers took a peak every time when my parents gave me enema. Once I grew up, in late teens and into the mid twenties when I got married, I still had my enemas. But then they seemed to have lost the interest. Naturally they had their girl friends and must have had more fun with them than watching their baby sister with a tube sticking out of her bum hole.

That is one aspect of enemas that is better avoided!!

Give them enemas ONLY when their privacy can be assured.

I used to get enemas with my cousin tammy as a teen

I never got enemas with others around, my mother always gave them to me in the bathroom in private, but when I was at my friends house on more than one occasion when my friends were told that it was time for their enema and they would go upstairs to receive their enema. I never knew what to do at these times, I usually just stayed, secretly hoping that I would be called up to be given an enema. That never happened but I did get an enema from my friends older sister and another girl when we were alone in the house, I wonder where she is now and if she still uses enemas.

Growing up enemas were an everyweek happening and there was no worry about modesty when it was your turn you got it or a spanking and the enema

As I've mentioned, my sister and I always got our enemas together in Grandma's bathroom. We were told to remove our clothes and kneel with our chests over the tub wall, palms flat on the tub bottom. When we were younger, she partially filled the tub with hot water and swished a bar of Ivory until the water was very milky. Then, she put us in position and Vaselined our little brown rosebuds. She filled the 4 oz red bulb and inserted the black pipe into Sis, squeezed the soapy water into her, removed it, refilled it and eased it into me. I then received the contents. She pulled, refilled, and gave Sis her second bulb. Sis was two years older, so she always got two more bulbs than I did. When we were 8 & 10, she switched to the adult bulb. When 10 & 12, we both received our own 4 qt bags. We were still positioned the same way, but with bags half full suspended from the shower rod. We had learned early on that protesting was useless, so as the "click" of our clamps signalled that we would soon feel the warm wetness in us, we held hands for support. Thus, we always watched each other, and Grandma and Mom usually watched us fill. Gram had a second bath for guests, and one of us emptied in the big bath, the other in the guest. We were watched by Mom or Gram as we expelled, and were required to allow our bowl to be inspected before flushing. There were no men in the household, but Gram had two sisters who frequently visited and one of Mom's friends were invited to watch when they came over. The great aunts sometimes administered our enemas. I should add that by the time Sis was 20 and I 18, we were getting full 4 qt bags and were "allowed" to hold them for 30 mnutes. Normally, we watched TV as we held, listening to each other as our tummies growled and gurggled. TV was new back then and Gram had the only set in the neighborhood. A few times, neighbors were over as we got our regular twice-weekly cleanings. They never saw the proceedings, and we were told to put on our PJ's before going out to wait our 30 minutes. We spent a lot of time blushing because we knew they could hear our tummies, and we knew that they knew we had just been given enemas.

When I was 14, my mother and I visited her sister in California. My aunt was a teacher. As her daughters were grown and not at home, she introduced me to a couple of her favorite students so I would have someone to pal around with during my stay. I went to a dance with them the first night and I ate some junk food. The next day at lunch my mom observed that I was feeling unwell and asked if my stomach was upset. When I answered in the affirmative, she said. “I’m sure an enema would fix you up.” My mother offering to give me an enema was not unusual. Ordinarily I would have agreed but there was another person in the room. Although she was my aunt, I had only been around her a few times because of geographical distance between us.

Much to my dismay, my aunt Marion interjected. “Everything you’ll need is in the bathroom.” When I blushed with embarrassment, Marion, my aunt, responded. “Come on Diane, there’s no need to be embarrassed. I assure you that your mom and I were no strangers to enemas growing up.” Mom added. “The sooner we get it over with; the sooner you’ll feel better.” She then asked Marion if she would show her where everything was. I knew there was no use protesting. Mom’s mind was made up and her sister seemed to be in agreement. Although I had leaned to take enemas and cooperate instead of fighting them as I did when I was younger, I felt very uncomfortable walking to the bathroom with my mother and an almost stranger.

When we got to the bathroom, Marion opened the closet door and took a red open top syringe off the back of the door. She unscrewed a white vaginal nozzle and replaced it with a white rectal one which she took out of a plastic cup on a shelf inside the closet. She handed the bag to my mother then she handed mother some Ivory soap which she procured from a shelf inside her closet. Mom started mixing the soapsuds in the sink and filled the bag. When the bag was filled, Marion pointed to a hook on the wall at the end of the tub. Marion said. “I always positioned mine over the edge of the tub for it.” God things were moving much too quickly. She handed mom some KY jelly and mom lubed the nozzle. Knowing there was no way out and wanting to show some courage, I quickly removed my shorts and panties and knelt over the edge of tub putting me in an almost knee-chest position. My bottom was the apex of my body and, of course, on full view to those present. To my dismay, Marion made no attempt to leave the room. Although I couldn’t see her, I could feel her presence behind me. I very sub conscious of having my young ass on view to an almost stranger. Worse yet was when mom parted my cheeks exposing my most intimate orifice for insertion. When my mom unclipped the stop starting the solution flowing, i began to take quick deep breaths as I had been taught at home.

Marion commented. “She is a lot more cooperative than mine ever were.” Mom added. “She really is a great patient.” Although I had mom stop the flow twice because of cramps, i took the full bag without incident. Both Mom and Marion commented on how well I took it. After I held it for a few minutes, i requested and was granted privacy to expel the soap suds enema. Mom gave me a follow up rinse enema of baking soda with I took without incident. Again my aunt, Marion, was present for the administration, however, the second enema was easier to take not only from a physical aspect but a mental as well.

Mom never administered enemas when others were around ... but my sister and I got enemas on a regular basis ... mom (I think) would give dad the word that the enemas were going to be given, and he usually (mid-mornings on Saturdays, or early evenings on weekdays) would grab his hat and coat, tell us he had to go somewhere, or was meeting the guys for a beer and would be back after the ball game was done on TV ... thus mom and us girls had the house to ourselves for a few house.

Mom had a set way of doing things ... because we were alone, she simply told us to get undressed and come to the bathroom where she was preparing the enema solution, had the 12-ounce bulb syringe out (this was when we were pre-double-digits in age) ... we alternated on who was going to be first.

Mom would fill the syringe ... lube the recipient liberally including the inside of the anal channel ... lube the nozzle and then administer two to four bulbs filled with the soapy solution.

when she was done with the first one, then it was time to repeat the performance with the second one.

We both actually enjoyed enemas ... mom was gentle, held a running conversation about any subject available ... e.g. school, TV, boys ... any stuff like that.

When I got to be 10 years old, mom switched to the bag and hose ... this went quickly ... and, because we knew how easy it was go give enemas, we both administered on a regular basis after school to each other before mom and dad got home from work ... or many times we were just romp around the house naked ... we'd get rid our clothes when we got home and put them on again about a half hour before they were expected home from work.

I think mom knew we were taking enemas because she once asked if we were ... we said we were ... she said she wanted to watch us give each other enemas to make sure we were doing it right ... gave us a 'thumbs up" after a soapy enema and three rinse enemas each. She simply said, 'guess you don't need me any more' and that was the last time we ever got an enema from her when we were both home.

I did however, receive several from her when I stayed home from school because I didn't feel good.

Mom was always gentle ... I think she enjoyed giving enemas ... and I know we both enjoyed receiving them.

But they were always done at home, no other witnesses other that mom, me and my sister.

That is bizarre that you had such open experiences with enemas. I would be embarrassed yet admit seeing someone else getting an enema along with caresses would be a turn on.

Growing up my mom and dad and two sets of aunts, uncles, and cousins vacationed on a lake. My one cousin, Deb, and I were the same age. We were also best friends and would do everything together. One day her mom called her into the house, but when she was gone longer than what seemed normal I went inside to see what was keeping her. Only then did I find her sitting on the toilet sobbing, but releasing an enema. It was the first one she had ever had and afterward we talked about the experience because I was no stranger to being on the receiving end of an enema bag.

There was never anybody else in the room when mom gave me or my sister our enemas. Even though my sister and I knew the other got enemas and even gave each other enemas at times, mom considered enemas private. At the time I don't think mom knew my sister and I were giving each other enemas but she certainly figured out we were giving ourselves enemas. There were several "incidents".

Things were never very discreet in a 2 bedroom apartment with one bathroom. I had 3 sisters, one older and two younger. Enemas were very common, as were suppositories and rectal temps for my younger sisters. While a door may have been closed at the moment of truth, most of the preparations, fussing, and resistance were fairly public events.

This was the case until my older sister and I reached our teens. Then mom made sure that my older sister was afforded great privacy for all things. That still didn't preclude some unmerciful teasing and I usually was the one who got it in the end!

My mom would always give my sis and I our enemas together. Sis is a year older than me and we were taught to not be ashamed of our bodies or bodily functions. This practice continued till she left for Nursing school. We both saw each other naked at least once a week. I was not embarrassed when sis would catch me or I caught her masturbating. We never touched each other in what we were taught was inappropriate ways

Waterboy54, In high school, I had a friend who a had a twin sister (both were nice looking kids). I’m not sure what the situation was exactly but they had a nice 3 bedroom house in a nice middle class neighborhood. One of the bedrooms was used in the family business. So the kids had grown up in the same room. They were always close in school so much so that new students would often think that they were boyfriend and girlfriend. I was in their bedroom from time to time and it was not at all unusual for his sister to come home from after-school activities and hit the shower that their room shared with the room used for the family business. When she finished she typically would come back into the room and finish drying and getting dress with no embarrassment at all.

I often thought that they were fortunate to be raised in this open way (which would no doubt bring Child Protective Services in today). The horny male side of me always envied them the ability to be such close friends as siblings. My brother was 5 years older than me, and I assure you that we had two entirely separate lives, and I’m sure it would have been the same with a sister. It was the nature of the way we two were raised.

Waterboy54, you were fortunate to have parents that taught you not to be ashamed of your bodies or bodily functions. I’ve often wondered what it would have been like to have had a twin sister raised in that sort of environment. I understand the concept of restricting inappropriate behaviors, in situations where siblings of opposite sex become very close, but in this day and I’m still not so sure that I I wouldn’t have adopted Bill Clinton’s definition of inappropriate behavior. As you discovered, masturbation was not inappropriate. Short of outright, intercourse (protected or not) and non-consensual activities or any kind, I would assume that the two of you were both better off in life having such a relationship. Inappropriate is in large part, in the eye of the beholder.

This being the forum that it is, I have to ask though, being an aspiring nurse did you both administer enemas to each other as well and does she still use them as you do? Of course, your answer is optional.

Cheers,

Jag

Jag

I still take enemas as often as I can. My sis did to until her death about 10 years ago due to a drunk driver while she was on her way home from work. When we advanced to self administered enemas, we would help each other on the rare occasion. I do agree that the way our parents raised us would most likely put us on child services radar.

My sister and I saw each other make the trip to the bathroom with mom holding a towel around us and we knew what was going on. We talked about getting them and how we felt and both agreed we liked them. Our cousins were frequent visitors and it was embarrassing the first time my mom had me undress with my cousin in the room. We undressed in front of each other all the time but every one knew that this was for an enema.

Robert1949: My wife made the trip to the bathroom in panties... There was a note in the bathroom asking to leave it free.

Fortunately, all my enemas from my mom were private affairs. I do remember one time when we went to my aunt's house and we walked in at an inopportune time. The bathroom door was closed and I could tell from the sounds that my cousin was getting an enema. I could hear her putting up a fuss and hear her pleading with her mom to stop and that she was getting full and had to go. Soon my aunt emerged from the bathroom and I could hear my cousin as she expelled her enema and finally the flushing of the toilet. Shortly my cousin exited the bathroom wearing her robe and, red faced, made a dash for her bedroom. I made an excuse that I had to pee and went into the bathroom which still smelled of Ivory soap and sitting on the counter I saw the bulb syringe that had just been used on my cousin. She stayed in her bedroom for the rest of our visit and we never talked of the experience.

My mom gave me enemas's all the time and my younger sister would see me mom never was uneasy about me being seen besides the pain would make me forget it.

There were 4 of us kids and I think we all got enemas at one time or another. The bag was always on the back of the bathroom door to dry, but never seemed to get put away! I was never aware that my siblings were getting enemas. I only know when I did! I did see my 8 years younger brother get one once. He was about 3 04 at the time and was laying face down on a towel on the bed. Mom used a bulb syringe and a 2 cup glass measuring cup full of soapy water. She repeatedly inserted the bulb in to the soap solution and filled it and then inserted it into his bottom until it was gone. I do remember her yelling at me to get out, so if I knew what was good for me, I obeyed her command!