I can only recall one enema that was ever given to me as punishment. And to tell you the truth-I deserved it! I was about eleven or twelve at the time and I had gone to a neighbor's house, a retarded man who lived with his Mom and had scratched on his bedroom floor - "Mom, I want you to give me a big, hot, soapy, enema." I do not know why I did it.... Especially knowing that Tommy's Mom knew that he couldn't read or write. So, anyway, his Mother found it and called my Mom. My Mom went over to their house and checked it out. I watched her leave our house, go across the street, and enter Tommy's house. I knew that I was in deep do do! I went to my room and lay down on my bed to await Mom's return. Which, by the way did not take long. Upon, Mom's return, I heard the door open, then slam shut! Then, my bedroom door opened and Mom entered my room! She screamed "Mike, how could you? I am so embarrassed!" She grabbed my arm and yanked me out of my bed, drug me out of my room, through the dining room to her bathroom screaming "So, you want your Mother to give you a big, hot, soapy enema, do you? Well, son, you are going to get it! and believe me, you will not forget it!" With that said, Mom opened the small, white, towel cabinet and pulled out her Rexall Victoria Combination Syringe. She stood there shaking it at me. Then, she turned on the hot water and when she had it hot enough, she stuck the bag into the flow filling it full. Then she handed it to me and told me to hold it. She left the room and soon returned with a bottle of Ivory dishwashing liquid. She took the bottle from me, squirted some soap into the bag, screwed the adapter into the bottle, and then shook it saying "Mike, I hope Mom has it hot enough and soapy enough for you!" She then hung the bag above the toilet. I could hear the ominous sound of the water filling the hose....bloop, bloop, bloop! She then ordered me out of my cloths and then to lie over her knees. She had sat down on the toilet. She slipped in the enema pipe without any Vaseline and proceeded to give me my hot, soapy, enema. I cried and I cried. Cramp after cramp hit, but she did not stop the flow until all was in me. I guess I deserved it! Ever since, I've wanted another one just like it. But, I haven't been given one..... By the way, I also had to pay for new tile for Tommy's floor. Boo Who!