I've talked about this before... I made a terrible mistake when I was a kid. A retarded man lived across the street from our house. We often visited him and he us. One day, I was over at his house and for some reason or another, I, using a 3 penny nail, scratched the following words into his tile floor. "Mom, will you please give me a big soapy enema. I really need it."
Anyway, I went home and found Mom sitting in her easy chair smoking one of her Salem cigarettes. I made small talk and then went to my room. A few minutes later, the phone rang. I heard Mom talking on it, then she came to my room and said she had to go next door for a few minutes. (I knew what that was about and I got this sinking feeling in my gut.)
A few minutes later, Mom returned. She slammed the front door shut and screamed "Mike!' A second or so later, she blasted into my room screaming "Mike, how could you?" I just looked up at her. She then grabbed a hold of my arm and pulled me up off of my bed yelling "So, you want a big, soapy enema, am I right? Well, you are going to get it and you will not forget this one son, so you won't!" With that said, Mom pulled me out of my room, through, the dining room, the small hallway outside her bathroom and finally into her bathroom where she opened the white cabinet that held towels and other things. She reached in, pulled out her Rexall Victoria Combination bottle and syringe. Then she pointed it at me and said "Mike, I am so mad at you! How could you be so stupid? You will not forget this enema, I promise." With that said she let go of my arm and began the preparation of my enema. She turned on the hot water in the sink. When it was running hot, she put the bag into the flow. I watched as the bag filled. When it was brim full she turned off the water, held the bag up for me to see. Next, she took the liquid Ivory soap that was on the sink's counter and squeezed five or six squirts of the liquid soap into the bottle. Then she attached the tubing to the bottle. When it was secure, Mom shook the bottle back and forth, back and forth. When she thought that she had mixed the water and soap mixture enough, Mom walked over to the wall and hung the bottle by its bottom tab. I, immediately, heard this blop, blop, blop sound as the water filled the hose,. Mom turned toward me and yelled, "get out of those shorts son. I am not playing!" I reluctantly did as I was told. Then, I kneeled down in front of the toilet assuming my normal knee chest position. Mom slapped my bare butt. Then, she pulled on my left butt cheek and slipped the enema pipe into my waiting rectum. I knew what was coming and she did not disappoint me. Mom stood above me. I looked up and saw that she had one hand on the hose and the other was attached to the bottle. She was gently squeezing it. I was in Heaven, yet I did not want Mom to know that. Finally, the bag was empty. I started to get up. But, Mom with the hand that she had on the hose pushed me back down. "Not yet Son, I ain't finished with your big, hot, soapy enema that you wanted so bad." Mom took the bottle down, unscrewed the hose, turned on the hot water again, and fixed me a second bag of water. Soon, she had it flowing into me again. If I hadn't been in Heaven before, I was now. Ounce by ounce the flow filled my gut. I was sad when Mom snapped the hose's shut-off clamp the second time. This time she removed the nozzle from my rectum and allowed me to sit down on the toilet to release the water that had been injected into me.. Later, Mom came in and asked was it worth it? I smiled up at her and said, "Mom, I love you."