Enemas for Attitude adjustment

Has any of you received an enema, from a parent or caregiver (or... spouse?) for "attitude adjustment"?

By this I mean that the enema giver would decide that, based on your behavior (cranky, obnoxious...) that you needed an enema, without there being a clear sign that you were constipated or had a stomach ache; or that the enema was considered partially a punishment (it was given partially because the enema giver knew you disliked it).

In our couple we sometimes give an enema, often preceded by a spanking, for obnoxiousness - to flush away the bad mood, so to speak.

I only adjust MY OWN PERCEPTION I never try to adjust attitudes.

That's what makes humanity stronger-Different outlooks on the same problem. We NEED that. Now more than ever!

Enemas do change the way I feel, and therefore how I might respond to someone else, therefore the argument is makeable that they adjust my "attitude" if you hapen to be someone who uses that word in a derisive sense.

Yes i did from step dad

Yes occasionally from my mother and aunt

Not myself but I had a girlfriend who said that she got enemas from her mom whenever her mom thought she was cranky or out of sorts.

No, I haven't, but I've been familiar with the concept for a long time. I recall hearing the thought that someone "could use a good enema" tossed into conversation in a joking sense by members of my mother's family. I tend to believe many of them were recipients of enemas for all sorts of maladies, including crankiness, but the cycle was for the most part broken by not administering enemas to my generation. Damned modernism!

I'd love it if someone would give me an enema right now. It would certainly improve my state of mind (even though it is presently quite good). That I suppose could be a slippery slope though. If my wife gave me an enema very time I was cranky I'm afraid I'd fake crankiness all too often. hahaha.

Mom never used an enema as attitude adjustment or punishment with my sister and me ... although she did have ways of disciplining us ... both my sister and I enjoyed enemas and I think mom knew it so the pleasure of an enema just didn't equate with punishment or attitude adjustments.

Mother gave me a true attitude adjustment one afternoon, but I asked for it. There was no doubt about that. So, what exactly had I done to deserve such treatment? Well, we had a retarded gentleman that lived across the street from our house. He was probably 25 years my senior, but basically a good guy. I would often go over to his house and visit with him since he didn't have any friends. He sold newspapers in town for income. His Mother was a nurse that worked at one of the local hospitals so she was seldom at home. One afternoon, while visiting him, I scratched on his tile floor - "Mom, would you please give me a big, soapy, hot enema?" Well, a couple of days passed before his Mother found the note. And, boy, was she mad, when she did. She called our house, and I just happened to be the one who answered the phone. She sounded mad when she asked for my Mom. I really did not want to call her to the phone, but I did. A few seconds later, Mom came to my room saying she had to go next door, that our neighbor wanted to show me something. (I knew that I was in for it now!) Well, Mom wasn't gone long. When she returned to our house, I heard the front door slam. A couple of seconds later, she burst in my room, yanked me off my bed, and tore into me. "So, you want your Mama to give you a big, hot, soapy enema? How could you ruin his floor with that statement? I am so embarrassed!" I didn't know what to say. Really, there wasn't anything that I could say. Mom jerked me out of the room and literally drug me into her bathroom. When we got there, Mom yanked open her white, towel, cabinet with her free hand. Then, she shook me with her other hand and yelled...."So, you want that big, hot, soapy enema, right?" I could not say anything. She then reached into the white cabinet and pulled out her Rexall Victoria Combination syringe, bottle and tubing, and nearly hit me in the face with the bottle, but the black bakelite nozzle that was attached to the red tubing got me right above the right eye. She then led me back to the commode and sat my fanny on the toilet seat, saying "don't you dare leave, you hear me!" With that said, Mom slammed the bottle and hose into the sink and left the room. A minute or so later she returned with two pitchers of hot, soapy water. She sat one on the edge of the tub, then grabbed the red hot water bottle and filled it with the second. Once it was full, she quickly attached the red tubing and hung the hot water bottle on the free curtain rod bracket that was on the window sill. I, then, heard a bloop, bloop, bloop sound coming from the hose as water replaced air. Within seconds, Mom yanked me off the toilet seat and yelled "get out of those clothes! You are going to get the big, hot soapy enema you asked for on Tommy's floor!" Once, I was naked, Mom pushed me down onto the floor and grabbed a hold of my left bootie cheek. Within seconds, she had rammed the black nozzle into my waiting rectum. Next, I heard the click of the silver shut-off clamp, and wa-la the enema that I had asked for was now entering my body. Mom was not very kind. I looked up and saw her squeezing the red bottle helping send that hot, soapy water into my body. When that bottle had totally released its contents, Mom reached up and yanked it from its location. She quickly refilled it with the second pitcher and had it re-hung on its bracket. Soon I was feeling quiet full, but my enema kept coming. Finally, the enema was all in, but Mom would not let me get up sit on the toilet. She stood there above me saying. "I'll tell you when you can get up, and you had better not leak any of that liquid on the floor, you hear me?" Finally, she did let me up and boy was I glad. I was just about ready to pop. I can say one thing for sure and that is - Mom surely taught me an important lesson that day....and that was - Be careful with what you ask for...you just might get it! By the way, Mom made me use the money I earned from my paper route and lawn mowing jobs to pay for a new floor in Tommy's bedroom. I think I learned my lesson.

I seriously oppose the idea of using enemas for punishment. The main reason that it give a negative connotation to the idea of the enema meaning that should one be needed for health reasons that there will be a natural resistance. That's not to say that misbehavior may be caused by an inability to have a much needed BM. That being the case, the process should be a line of questioning about the need for an enema and the issue of behavior never mentioned. This is the way I was brought up and the way I raised my daughter.

Enemas have always been erotic for me. I've always liked them for foreplay. But, this is something different.

Several years ago, I got really upset over something a friend did. I was ranting and raving about it. Suddenly, my wife got right up in my face and said, "I'm going to adjust your attitude. Get in the bathroom." There is no way I can get out of when she decides to give me enemas, whether I like it or not.

She was intent on her purpose. When she started my fourth enema, she really had changed my attitude. I got one more enema for good measure. Since then, every weekend I get three or four enemas to adjust my attitude for the start of the new week. I got three, just yesterday.

She administers them until I start cramping, then she stops the enema and starts the timer. I have to retain them for 5 minutes or longer. It's hell, but it works. After two or three enemas like that, my attitude is great, but I have no interest in sex. I can't ejaculate until at least the next day. I'm sure that's because I'm over 70 now.

I don't like it when she's doing it, but I'm always glad she did it, later. She knows that, and she's not one bit hesitant to do it again during the week if she thinks I need it.

She took charge of me for enemas before we were married, because I asked her to. Now, I wouldn't have it any other way. I'm getting what I wished for.

Ginnie, rainyjane: Was that as punishment, or simply with the idea that cranky behavior meant some kind of illness and that an enema could do no wrong?

Yes, a "good" enema, needed or not for constipation, could be an effective threat or actual treatment to cure crankiness, especially when that behavior was not often.. In some cases, happily not mine, the enema was related to punishment because it was feared and hated.

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No, but I've given some to a few hot guys over the years!!!

No but I wish my wife would

My husband sometimes joked that I should take an enema "to get the grumpiness out." He could usually tell when it was that time of the month of when my insides were in knots. We never used enemas as punishment, though. The few times I gave enemas to my daughters I tried to make the experience as positive and comfortable as possible. That's not to say I was gleeful in the middle of the night when older dd woke me up feeling sick that she hadn't gone in several days and could I give her something? I wasn't happy, and she knew it. We sat in the kitchen for a few minutes. I made her warm Gatorade to calm her stomach and boost her electrolytes, and asked what I thought was a reasonable mom-type question: "Did you have to wait till 4 o'clock in the morning?!!!" By 5:30 after two enemas, she was back in bed and asleep. Mom got a big hug out out the deal and less sleep that night, but that's ok. I'm a sucker for hugs!

By the time i became a teen and was still getting enemas I came to realize they WERE being used for punishment. Once I was supposed to mow the grass with our old, hard to use, push mower. My dad sat on the steps to make sure i did it.I was small and not strong enough and had to push with my stomach. I complained, that 'My stomach hurt' and dad shouted out to mom "Honey, get the enema bag ready" My friends were playing near by, and i was humiliated that they heard and knew that I would be punished with a enema in my naked butt!

OH YES! For a really bad attitude was attributed to bad health. First came a hearty spanking, then a figging, then a suppository, next was 3 enema bags to clean us out, then another spanking session twice asmany as the first, and 30 minutes with our nose in the corner.

OH YES! For a really bad attitude was attributed to bad health. First came a hearty spanking, then a figging, then a suppository, next was 3 enema bags to clean us out, then another spanking session twice asmany as the first, and 30 minutes with our nose in the corner.

Was this from a parent?

I realize those days are past, but the things that you mention in sum total to child abuse and should never have happened.

hankb

Yes. The only time I was safe from getting an attitude adjustment was if we as a family were on vacation and an enema was not an option. In that case I would get several once we returned home.

To hankb and swtchablesusie: those were from family members. And although i realize they were abuse, i decided to learn to enjoy them so that they werent so bad. I even learned to enjoy the other stuff done to me.

I was never given one for specifically "attitude adjustment". However, I always interpreted my needing an enema as a failure on my part. I was certainly told more than once "If you'd go potty when you should, I wouldn't have to give you the enema!"

-BB

I'm not sure I'd call it "attitude adjustment", but most of the time I got enemas growing up was because I was I was upset or stressed out about something. Mom would say something like "let me give you a nice, warm enema to calm you down" - and it worked! At first I resisted, but soon I began to enjoy the idea of being naked across her lap and having a gentle backrub while she slowly gave me a two quart warm, soapy enema.

Never received an enema as an attitude adjustment. As much as I enjoy an enema, I would be opposed to using an enema for that purpose unless it was clear that the attitude was attributable to constipation. In that case, use it to treat the constipation ant the attitude.

I remember 1 time I was really being obnoxious and my Father spanked me, after the spanking I decided to run away from home. Didn't get to far though my Brother came after me and brought me home. I remember my Mother saying you're getting an enema young lady I think you are constipated and need one. She then took me by the arm and led me into the bathroom where everything was set up all ready, I remember being held over her lap and my Brother holding my legs still while I was putting up a fight and crying. That was the last time I ever tried running away again.

From post #5 what rayme said.....the magic word was "Cranky!!!!!" My Aunte Anna, who fortunately lived in Illinois and I and my family were in Louisiana and she was not around that often!!!! But when she was, during summer vacations.....the Yankee's always traveled South, none of us "Confederates" ever traveled North!!!! Anyway, "Cranky" was a term that Aunte Anna would use frequently referring to her children when they were acting,"Like Children should Act!!" And Aunte Anna would administer E-N-E-M-A-S's" to my cousins at her wim!! She may have been my Mother's sister but I'm glad my Mom never took up her ideas!!! Mom only gave us Enemas when we were sick with the flu or the like!!

Meanwhile, the bag goes........

drip, drip, drip...

with the nozzle .....waiting....waiting....

highwater

I've given punishment enemas to several guys I've dated over the years.

I was never given an enema for punishment. In my house, enemas were given for the purpose that mom thought was good for us at the time. If she felt there was a punishment needed, then while your clothes were off in the bathroom, it was a good time and place to give us a good whipping, if necessary, also. That happened once in a while, and she was good at giving both, or separate as needed. Mom was very private about both, and either was given in private, and only talked about with she and I on a private basis. As a kid, neither an enema or a whipping was fun, but some where, sometime, both became very erotic and a large part of masturbating as well as well as fun with a likewise, interested partner. Even when I was a kid, I do remember that enemas and whippings, were a large part of my fantasies, during masturbation.

I did get a couple for punishment when i was 13, 14 or so. My mother had some issues anyway, we got far too many rectal temps and enemas as kids and she knew how much we hated them, we used to run, hide, whatever it took to delay it. WHen I was 13 and starting to get mouthy, I called my mother a pig. SHe flew into a rage. I honestly dont think she had control of herself. We were in her room and she grabbed my arm and shoved me on her bed, an she fought to yank my pants down and she spanked me hard and fast, I think her hand hurt because she grabbed a brush off the dresser and continued spanking me, and I was crying but I stopped fighting because I was actually kind of afraid of her at that point. She stopped spanking me and stood there out of breath and said I know what will fix you! Stay right where you are! When I heard the water running I knew what was coming next, and I was right. I fought it, but she sat on one of my legs and jammed the douche nozzle into my bottom. I think she used a ton of soap because the cramping started right away, and because she was sitting on me, I was flat on my stomach She normally didnt use the whole bag, but she did that day, and then she made me hold it for ten minutes...the longest ten minutes of my life. When she finally let me up to expel, she started filling it up again, and it was the same thing...sitting on my leg, nozzle held firmly, two full quarts, ten minutes holding.

It was torture and probably abuse, but after I was over the humiliation, for some reason, I couldnt stop thinking about it. A few weeks later I called her a bitch and I got the spanking of my life and three enemas.

And to this day, I wish I could find a mommy to repeat the experience with.

I have recieved (and given) enema as part of domestic discipline play. Some men are able to remain composed and stoic during a serious spanking but most will become humble and contrite as they suffer through a hot, soapy enema.