Watching an Adult receive an enema

As kids, my siblings an I spent four to six weeks at grandmas when school was out for the summer. Our grandmother gave us enemas when needed but also delegated the job to our teenage aunts. I was ten that summer, soon to be eleven. We’d been in bed for an hour or so, when I got out of bed to use the bathroom. The bathroom door was pulled too, but not closed or locked. Not thinking anything about it, I went in and froze immediately. My two teenage aunts were totally naked, the younger of the two was in the knee chest position with an enema nozzle buried in her behind. The older sister was controlling the flow. I don’t know who was more shocked, me or them. The next thing I heard was, “close the door and lock it.” I closed the door and locked it, then said, “I’m sorry, I need to use bathroom.” The older girl controlling the flow told me, “Go ahead.” I had to walk around my aunt in the knee chest position to get to the toilet. Being summertime, the only thing I had on was white cotton briefs. As I was taking my briefs down to use the toilet, my older aunt said, “take them completely off.” I did as I was told, knowing what was coming next. While I was on the toilet, my older aunt went to the bathroom linen closet and got another enema bag, douche nozzle, and towels out. First, she put the towels down on the floor beside her sister, then fixed a two-quart rinse enema and hung it up beside her sister’s enema bag. By the time I finished on the toilet, her sister’s enema bag was flat. The red hose was still going from the enema bag to her bottom, meaning the nozzle was still buried deep in her behind, as she held the two-quart enema. By that time, the older girl had come over and was standing beside me. As soon as I stood up, she reached down and closed the toilet lid and sat down. She looked at me and said, “you know what’s coming next, don’t you?” I replied, “don’t spank me, it was an accident.” She replied, “I’m sorry, lay down across my lap.” At that very moment, I realized I had a hard-on and we’re both naked. luckily, her legs weren't tight together, given me just enough room. After I was laying across her lap, she scolded me and asked, “didn’t you realize the bathroom door was closed.” I replied, “it wasn’t closed, it was just pulled too.” She answered, “you know better than to walk-in a bathroom with a closed door without knocking.” Then told me, "Put your hands behind your back.” When my hands were behind my back, she pinned them down. Next, she asked her sister, still in the knee chest position, “what do you think? Should we give him a good spanking with mom's hairbrush?” I looked in her direction pleadingly and was able to look her in the face, because her position hadn’t changed. She replied, “mom spanked both of us for doing the same thing. He needs a good spanking, accident or not. But not with mom's hairbrush, I hate that, it stings like fire. Spank him good with your hand for a couple of minutes.” At that, I got a long hard spanking with her hand. When it was over, I was told to go stand in a corner of the large walk-in shower. I heard the younger sister holding the enema, get up and use the toilet. As the sister that spanked me was fixing another enema. When I was finally allowed out of my corner, I saw two full enema bags hanging up, both with a long-curved douche nozzle attached. Then she told me, “Get on the towels I laid down for you.” Knowing exactly what she meant, I got down in the knee chest position. Next a Vaseline covered finger was buried in my behind, soon replaced with a curved douche nozzle and the flow started. While I was taking my enema, the younger sister got back down in the knee chest position beside me. Her sister using the same procedure to start her rinse enema as she’d done mine. First it was a Vaseline covered index finger deep in her behind for twenty seconds or so, then it was replaced with a curved douche nozzle and the flow started. When my enema bag was empty a couple of minutes later, I held the two-quart enema for five minutes with the nozzle still buried deep in me. When the nozzle was removed, I was allowed to get up and go to the toilet while the younger sister was still holding her enema. It took me a little longer to expel than usually, so by time I had finished, she had rolled over on her back. She was covering herself with her hands and doing something, but I couldn’t tell what it was from my position. When I finished on the toilet, I put my briefs back on my sore bottom and walked past my aunt still laying on her back. I was curious to see exactly what she was doing with her hands. But having just gotten a long hard spanking, I decided against looking. I continued walking towards the bathroom door on my way back to bed.

The next afternoon, grandma came and got me, taking me to bathroom. Knowing I was in for another spanking and this time with a hairbrush, I started crying. Once in the bathroom with the door closed, I was told, “take your jeans an underwear off and get across my lap.” After I was across her lap, she scolded me all over again for walking in on the two girls while they were taking their enemas. Explaining, she'd heard one of us crying last night an asked the girls about it. They told me what happened and said, “don’t spank him again, we feel the matter is closed." I told them, “It wasn’t closed. What he saw when he walked in on you, was a private matter between you two. I understand one of you has already given him a good spanking an enema to help calm down, but that's not enough. He walked in on both of you, and he's going to get a spanking from both of you." Then she said, “I should give you another spanking right now, however being you walked in on the two girls an only received a spanking from one of them. I think it’s only fair, that the other girl gives you a spanking as well.” I said, “but grandma.” At that, she gave me a couple of hard pops on my bare bottom and said, “I was planning to have the girls give y’all enemas before your baths this evening. But once I found out what happened last night, I've had to change my plans for tonight. This is what's going to happen. I told the girl that's already spanked you, to take your siblings upstairs for their enemas and bath this evening, so you can get your spanking an enema in private before your bath this evening. You'll be in the downstairs bathroom as usual.”

After supper and before bed, the girls came and got us. My siblings were taken to the upstairs bathroom, and I was taken to the downstairs bathroom. Once in the bathroom with the door closed and locked, I was told to get undressed as she removed her clothes. When our clothes were off and both naked, she gave me a big hug an apologized for having to give me another spanking. When the hug was over and she sat down on the toilet, I was told to lay down across her lap. Luckily, I didn’t have a hard-on this time, because she had her legs together. Once across her lap, she pinned my hands behind my back, apologized again, and started spanking me with her hand. She spanked me really hard for a couple of minutes before stopping. Letting me lay there and cry for a few minutes before lifting me off her lap and telling me to go stand in the corner. She fixed a two-quart soapy enema, then told me to get down on the towels in the knee chest position. I took the full two quarts, held it for ten minutes an expelled. Then took the full two-quart rinse enema she’d fixed, held it for five minutes an expelled. While I was on the toilet, she got in the shower taking the empty enema bag and nozzle with her. She washed the enema bag and curved douche nozzle, then hung them on the shower head and bathed herself. When she saw me getting off the toilet, she told me, “Come on, get in the shower with me." As I was walking in the shower, I realized I was starting to get stiff. It didn’t change as she gave me a bath, but when she finished and started tickling me, I got hard. She tickled all me all over for a few minutes, as I tried to tickle her back. When she finally stopped and realized I had a hard-on. She laughed and said, “it’s got a mind of its own doesn’t it.” I replied, “I can’t control it, it just does that.” As we both walked out of the shower, we got a couple of towels and dried off. When we were both dry, she told me to put my clean briefs on, as she put her clean panties on. She walked with me back to the bedroom my siblings and I shared. When we went in the room, my siblings were already in their beds. She gave me a long hug before I got in bed. After I got in my bed, she gave each of us a good night kiss, and closed the bedroom door, on her way out. My siblings and I started our normal in bed conversation, asking me what happened and why I got another spanking.

When I was about 10 I walked into the bathroom with evening to see my dad taking an enema.

Yes. There was an enema nurse I used to go to in LA. She occasionally had enema parties where you vould watch or be watched.

I once saw my Mom being given an enema by my Dad. She was on her stomach on the bathroom floor and he was holding the bag with one hand and the nozzle in her butt with the other. She was complaining quite a bit, which is what drew my attention to the bathroom. Once my Dad saw me he closed the door. I had not yet had an enema with the bag, but it wasn’t too many weeks afterwards that that changed.

Other than seeing my mom give my grandma an enema I haven’t seen anything other than at the hospital. I was trying to take an enema once with a double balloon catheter. I was having a terrible time putting it in because I’d put too much lubricant on it. My girlfriend came home and walked in on me struggling. She immediately dropped what she was carrying and asked if I needed assistance. I said please. She then expertly inserted the tube. She asked if she could stay and help. I assented and she immediately opened the clamp. Then as I was being filled with soapsuds she put one hand on my inner buttocks and the other on my abd and massaged it. She coaxed me to take it all—beyond what I’d do normally. My expulsion was epic and I had tremendous relief. I thanked her profusely.

When I was about 9 I walked in on my dad giving himself an enema on the toilet. Very unsettling, although I didn't really know what he was doing until over a year later. This episode has always puzzled me, since there was never any other evidence of enema activity by my parents.

I saw my mother giving an aunt (father's sister) and enema. My aunt was on a bed in the spare bedroom downstairs lying on her side and my mom was behind her holding the bag. I stuck my head in the door and asked my mom about going to friend's house and then left, so I didn't see much. That's the only time I've seen an adult receive one.

Fortunately, in my house that is quite rare.

I have only had ONE walk-in while in position and inserted, but before I actually started the injection, and we were able to deal with the situation before I had to start the injection, so no enema itself was actually seen.

Just one other time, when I was single, just out of college, and still living in the townhouse that I now keep as an investment property. Back then Dad had no knock access to my house with a key. I had to give it to him because I had then and still have now the same access to his house.

He seemed to figure out within a minute or so of getting there what was going on, and never came upstairs. He did what he was going to do and left.

He would not have actually seen anything.

I did walk in on my mom when I was real young, maybe 6, she was sitting on the toilet leaning forward inserting the nozzle in her bottom, she was only wearing a bra. She said run along and play momma is talking a little enema. I was scared I was going to be next so I took off.

I never saw any adult taking an enema, but the closet I came to this was seeing my mother retrieve the enema bag from the linen closet in the hall, go into the bathroom, and close the door.

Yes, l never got them at all, but at age 4 ish l saw from the next room, my mother giving to my grandmother for constipation and that's how my interest / fascination began, l also saw, a few years later, my mother give to my father, before a scope l think., no kinks on my parents part.

I was about 11 or 12 when I saw my mother doing it. Actually a neighbor who was a nurse was applying a fleet enema, so it started my curiosity for enemas

When I was a teenager I saw my dad give my oldest brother one. He had to be 23/24. My brother moved back home, so for a couple years as a teenager we shared a room. I walked in on my dad giving himself one once, and he didn't seem to mind at all. Modesty wasn't that big of an issue in my house. I just remember him standing at the kitchen sink looking in the mirror, but the tube coming out of his ass going up to the bag hanging on the shower curtain rod.

Aunt Helena used to give Enemas to her daughter Victoria and me.

Tia Tomasa gave Enemas to her daughter Lina hers.

One day we went to Tia Tomasa's house. We went to play doctors. They saw us and their decision was: Spanking and Enemas to all three.😁😧❤️

Sitting on chairs and us standing naked waiting our turn.

After the punishment they talked about giving themselves some Enemas too. They were given them in front of us. We looked on, my small erect penis, my cousins touching their "slits".

Lina had already given her mother Tomasa Enemas many times.

My Aunts spoke: "Children, now you to us. This is how you learn well"

First I to Tia Tomasa and Lina to her Aunt Helena.❤️

Then I to Aunt Helena and Victoria to her Aunt Tomasa❤️ ..... I'll never forget that day.... Although he wasn't the only one...

Visits from one house to another that always ended in Enemas. I sometimes went to visit Tia Tomasa. She knew where she was going.

She told me: You never get tired, you always want more...😁❤️

That's why they call you "CULITO TRAGON"😁

And the ones we do at Enema parties.

There are women, men, girls, boys of all ages.😃😃❤️

Alas, no, never got to watch. But, even today, would not look away if the situation arose. (pun intended hehe)

I was quite young when I watched my mother who was laying on her side completely naked and another woman came in with a full enema bag who was also naked and proceeded to ask my mother if I should go and play somewhere else while she was receiving the enema and she told the woman he is too young to remember what is occurring. My mother was a beautiful Swedish mom. Years later while I was visiting her I mentioned the occasion to her and she just smiled. What a wonderful memory for me.

When I was a child I stayed with my grandmother during the summer. On multiple occasions I saw her taking an enema from a white can. We also visited her mother in the nursing home almost every day. There I saw all kinds of sight including several enemas being given to residents who stayed there.

I had seen my mom taking enemas and she was pretty open about it. If needed something from her room or to talk to her she would lay there tube in her tushy and happily chat as casually as though we were just sitting fully dressed at the breakfast table.

When in Highschool I visited a friend of mines sister in the hospital. It was like an 8 bed room but only her and another older lady 30ish were in the room. A nurse came in and talked to the other lady and was soon back with an iv stand and bulging plasic enema bag, I didnt see the whole thing but when the nurse left she told the lady she would be right back but had to hold it for 15 min.

@Saraswitches wow what freedom! I saw my mother doing an enema, but she doesn't even suspect,,,

Not as a child but my girlfriend and I attended a get together and ended up sharing enemas with another couple. I watched her receive an enema from the other woman and watched her give an enema to each of the other couple. Great experience!

My mom and aunt got daily enemas when I was little. The most uncommon and unexplainable event was when before breakfast my dad would take mom over his lap or bend her over the table and give her 5 pumps of the enema, she would go to the toilet after finishing her breakfast. The most possible explanation I can come up with is it was a training exercise or something like maintenance.

Whenever my aunt came over to stay in our house the first thing after unpacking she would do is get an enema, sometimes by my dad and sometimes by mom. Whatever free time my mom got dad made sure it had small enemas in it. She would lie on the couch reading the paper while the nozzle was deep in her rectum, dad would tell her to hold it for 20 minutes, she would not wear pants until and unless she has finally gone to the toilet to expel.

In these 20 minutes of bare butt dad would rub my moms butt which would cause a little leak staining the couch. I remember this one incident very well, I was brushing my teeth and my mom was holding an enema in the same bathroom and my dad came in, he told her only five minutes were left and he made the big mistake of fingering her stomach hole which caused her to expel immediately, it was the loudest enema expel I heard. He wiped her bottom and the session was over, it was really erotic.

My grandma would give my mom and aunt enemas outside in her village, not in public view of course. She would have them nude and lube their anuses with oil, after the nozzle has gone up their butts she would begin the enema. She believed that nude enemas in the sunlight was healthy for some reason.

And last but not the least my dad and mom would have late night enema sessions, the enemas were given in bed and after her colon was cleansed but still dad would check her back just in case, I was allowed to watch. Since she had no poop left in her dad pulled her pants and panties down, he would give her enemas either through a bulb or a nozzle, she had to expel in a bucket, she told me it kept her healthy and made enemas less embarassing.

@Ken_from_S_E_Mich I envy lol how I would like to participate in this meeting

I saw my aunt doing my older sister's enema when we visited them last summer. Most likely, she had a stomach ache

Jealous..... only in pictures... never had the pleasure of "live"!

I know I love enema porn with some females filling up and growing outwards there's something about it that really turns me on

A question that, oddly enough, I never asked myself at the time.

In terms of enemas, I was probably too busy thinking about the ones that were meant for me.

Never seen in real life

Although not seeing the actual getting an enema, my sister and I discovered how mom took her enemas. Here's how we found out. After we moved from the farm in West Virginia to Philadelphia, all of us kids, Tess was about 12 I was 10 and our other 2 younger sisters were 9 and 10½ enemas were given on our beds. While on the farm enemas were in the large upstairs bathroom with mom or meemaw sitting on the window seat and the open top bag hanging on a hook beside the window and one of us across their lap.

Now in a small ranch house with one bathroom, enemas were given on our beds and the recipient was seen running to the bathroom with no pants or underpants on.

Now to the point. One night Tess woke me up saying she had to pee but said mom was in the bathroom and it sounded like she was letting an enema out. Mom’s bedroom door was closed and we wondered how she could take an enema without someone holding it up like mom did for us. We quietly opened the door and saw the enema hanging from two metal hangers over the fan blades from the ceiling fan above her bed. We now had a new “tool” for our own enemas when we were home alone!

Tess and I shared enemas until shortly past puberty more because she became more modest than I, our two younger sisters never like them unless they hid it very well from us.

LostInThe50s

I doubt I would spend much time I would spend watching the person the person take the enema. My biggest effort and the thing I would spend the time on is protecting theeir privacy.

I would be the watch dog!