Growing up, my sister and I got enemas twice weekly from one (or more) of the three adults, Mom, Grandma, or Aunt Ruth. We got constipated frequently, and so we got daily laxative dose (which, in hindsight made it worse), suppositories when Mom thought the laxative didn't work well, and enemas. I had a crush on Aunt Ruth, and Sis and I both agree that her enemas felt better. She lived next door, and I would stop in for a snack on my way home from school. One day, I really wanted one of her enemas (actually two, SSE & rinse), so I told her my tummy had felt really full all afternoon. She smiled, and told me to go to her bedroom and take everything off and. I did, and a few minutes later she came in with her 4 qt open top bag bulging and smelling of sweet hot Ivory soapsuds. She was carrying a beach towel, which she spread on her bed, and patted, with "Hop up!" I did, and she reached into her nightstand for the Vaseline. Soon, her long finger was spreading it on and in me. I stammered, "That's an awful lot!" She replied, "Just take as much as you can, and let's see how much you can hold." (I was 12 at the time, but had been getting bag enemas since I was 5.) Her finger was replaced with her douche nozzle, and the click of the clamp was followed by a rush of cool water, which quickly became pretty hot. I mentioned that, and she said, "I'm teaching you Aunt Ruth's secret: the hotter the enema, the easier it is to hold. You haven't noticed my enemas are warmer that your Mom's?" I suddenly realized that was the case. What soon discovered was how true that was, because after a few stops and starts the whole bag was gurgling inside me, and it felt really good. I held it about ten minuted and released it, letting Aunt Ruth see what I had done. She said she was proud of me, and asked me if I wanted a rinse and soon was I bulging with 3 qts of salt & soda solution. After I released the rinse, Aunt Ruth told me we didn't need to tell anyone about our enema secret, and I headed home. I decided to try again the next week, and was rewarded with another great enema session. The third week, Aunt Ruth just laughed and said, "Look, there's no reason to lie about needing an enema. I enjoy enemas, too, so just ask and I'll give you one any time you want one. I'll tell you a secret: I enjoy giving them to you! Shhhhh! our secret!"
After that, I stopped off once or twice a week, and got enemas from her. When I was 16, she surprised me: she answered her door in a bath robe and swore me to secrecy. Then, she asked me if I would like to give her an enema, too. I fell all over myself saying yes, and she ushered me into her bedroom, where two bags were hung from her IV stand. She helped me undress, and then dropped her robe. "I can hold my enema while I give you yours, so I'll go first." I lubed her, and she moaned as I spread the Vaseline inside her. She seemed to suck the 3 qts into herself, then gave me mine. She released as I held mine, and called me into her bathroom to show me what she had done. She sat on the tub side as I released, then we rinsed each other. We thus entered into an enema-based relationship which became much closer when I reached adulthood. That relationship lasted over 40 years, until she died in her eighties. Ruth was my favorite aunt!