Fussing before an enema

I carried on and cried and at first it took a couple people to give it to me when the bag was being given.

Cody

Well of course I fussed and tried to refuse, particularly the two or three times I was given an enema. One of my defining memories of childhood is the first time I got an enema, being chased and held down and spread, against my will, by a "mob" of adults (i.e mum and dad and the visiting district nurse).

The 2 times I fussed ended this way 1. I convinced mom that I did not need as much water as she thought I did, the results weren't satisfactory and I got another one. 2 I had Hives and the first aid book said Milk of magnesia or an enema, I chose mom and ended up getting both before the night was over!

I don't remember making a big fuss. Mostly along the lines of, "Oh mom, do I have to?" After which I gave in. I do remember one particular time I was a bit more resistant and mom gave me a choice - an enema or a dose of Castoria. I chose the Castoria, which was a big mistake. That was the last time I refused an enema. By time I was ten or so I began to recognize some rather pleasant feelings so I had to protest just a bit so mom would not know that I was actually enjoying them, but not so much that she didn't give me one. By time I was twelve, mom knew I was giving myself enemas so it no longer was an issue.

I fussed a couple of times, but my mom told me that if I did not cooperate for her it would be my father who would wind up giving me the enema once he got home. I never wanted to test her resolve on that so soon I was over her lap with the enema pipe up my bottom getting cleaned out.

When it was decided that I had to do an enema my opinion counted for nothing. As a girl I felt mortified, but I accepted the fate.

I use to fuss and fight all the time up around 11 years old. Then at 12 I would be more verbal than fight 😁 😁 😁 😜 I was a real brat. 😈

I fussed a little, but only a little. I knew better than to pitch a fit because, like @razrstrpr, I would have gotten a good spanking in addition to the enema.

From time to time. I knew I was getting one each week and sometimes I get upset if I thought I didn't need it. That just resorted in a spanking. If I kept fighting it while I was getting it I'd get another spanking when we were done. So I didn't fight much.

I would fuss, plead, complain and even cry before the enema began. My feelings were a mixture of fear dread and excitement. Of course I had no understanding of why a treatment I feared so much made me feel this way, but from very early on I recall having an erection while standing in the bathroom naked and waiting to be put into the bathtub for my enema. The fussing was tolerated I suppose because it was passive. No amount of complaining ever prevented my receiving an enema.

Fussing just leads to perhaps a spanking and an enema.

@efun42 As one philosopher said, "let's get past it and get on with it." Honestly waiting it out just makes it worst.

As one philosopher said, "let's get past it and get on with it." Honestly waiting it out just makes it worse.

I like a little fussing. It doesn't make any difference butt some attitude can make a swat or two necessary. I also like a little complaining as I fill her so I know the job is getting done right.

Lol @caresabouthealth Very true advice😃

@Moppys_jalopy Oh, Moppy. Lol!

Whatever the fuss is about, it needs to be resolved BEFORE the enema starts.

Relaxation on the part of the receiver is so important to the success of the enema, and important to not making it hurt any more than it has to.

Relaxation is impossible when the receiver is tense and fussing. So whatever is causing it, it needs to be resolved from the start, if not sooner.

Enemas were pretty much a standard for me and my brother. Our Grandmother lived with us and she was from the "old country" and the "old school", and not to leave them out my Mom and Dad are into all sorts of natural and holistic things.

I never really fussed. I did put up some objection, "Do I have to! I just had one last week. AGAIN???" and I was always chastised about rolling my eyes and stomping my foot which I realize wasn't intentional but had become a reaction. I always complied though. I didn't like getting them, but as I got into my teens, I saw the upside to them in a few ways. They weren't that bad and could actually feel nice if I was just chill about it.

I like the idea of fussing a bit,squirming about and complaining while my enema is being prepared.

I only got nasty when my mother would give me an enema. I was just too shy at that age to show my mother my nakedness. I now love to get naked with a guy to get an enema and so many other things. lol

As I have said before when it is time for your enemas you will get your enemas. If you argue or fuss in anyway then you will be spanked and given larger enemas.

It is better to cooperate and do as told or you will not like what will happen. And yes you will also get a rectal temp taken and rectal exams.

I think in play a little fuss could be fun - even do it with myself sometimes. It emphasizes that you're not the one in control if you like that aspect.

Definitely Lisa is right, things need to be resolved before the enema begins otherwise it will not be as pleasant. Unless, of course, you're doing a game where a more difficult enema is the object. Again, I've done that too sometimes.

My mom would say you need a clean out and no amount of fussing did any good. My mom gave them to me for along time.

The first clue was the bag getting filled and at that point you knew you were doomed. There was no getting out of it so you just did it. The lady in the story "The Enema Rookie " used to fight her mom tooth and nail and only got a red ass and a buttload of suds for her trouble. She fought every time and never got out of an enema once. Her sisters would take theirs like good girls but Paula would always fight. I asked her why and she said it was the principal of it. I never understood that and wrote it off to being ornery and stubborn.

I like a little fussing. It doesn't make any difference butt some attitude can make a swat or two necessary. I also like a little complaining as I fill her so I know the job is getting done right.

Yes, me too. I'm a switch and enjoy taking my enemas from a Domme partner so I can feel and act extremely submissive with a lot of vocal moaning, groaning, complaining and begging for less enema or less time. My ex Domme switch partners and I would both love them that way. I love an enema anyway, but adding the element of submissive complaint really adds another intense component to them. I usually do them the same way when I'm solo.

After several months of my second marriage, my switch ex revealed that her most intense secret sexual desire was to have me give her enemas for sex. I was very happy to comply, and I really enjoyed her submissive fussing and complaining too.

Eric

I added this to the "over the tub" thread and read this one. It certainly fits here also.

This would have been in the 1950s. I friend related this story. She hated enemas and would resist. So her mother would have her grandmother (who lived in the flat upstairs) come down and help. As soon as realized an enema would happen, she'd be told to cooperate. When she refused, she was dragged to the bathroom stripped and draped over the edge of the tub. The grandmother would hold her in place and the mother took a belt and gave her a spanking. Then the nozzle and completed the enema.

She said later she wondered why it took her so long to get the idea to cooperate. She said that she was spanked before an enema dozens of times. Quite frankly, I wasn't as stubborn, I tried to avoid being spanked. so after the first one I'd have cooperated. In those days the parents what they thought best and the child was forced to obey.

When I heard the telltale sounds of the metal pot being placed on the stove and shaking of the box of Ivory Snow, I knew there was no escape from the enema being prepared. It was then time to hide or lock myself in the bathroom - all to no avail.