Lies and tools used to hide the suppository insertion

Dear all

I want to know while putting suppository to your bottoms what your parents used to tell to hide the trauma of insertion? Is it a lie that nothing is going to happen and secretly putting the suppository in or some gift or food item staffs offering if you take it in. Please have an open discussion.

Nothing. A suppository was announced as such, no lie, no gift.

A suppositiry is completely benign. Trauma of insertion??? Ridiculous.

I agree with Pecan. It's no big deal and should be treated as such.

My parents used to hide the suppository until they have an access to the bottom then all of a sudden I found my self leg locked... sound of opening of the suppository pack and then the insertion

Susie: Well I myself did not like the feeling of mom's finger entering my bum (especially because of fingernail, she seldom used a finger cot). And I found the whole process embarrassing and a tad humiliating, be it for glycerin or medicated suppositories.

But trauma? Let's not exaggerate.

And lying to a kid and springing some embarrassing procedure on him or her may be worse. I for instance was given a DRE as a kid without the procedure being quite explained to me in advance, and I was vexed to have been treated as so young and irresponsible that I could not be told something as simple as "I'm going to put a finger in your bottom".

Mom's finger was really thick and i used to cry everytime

Based on your name, you came to really love them, so what's the big deal you have about them?

@SwitchableSusie Some of us like as adults stuff that we disliked as children. 😉

Its more likely we have a conflicted attitude - we mentally revisit these events obssessively and devour other people's accounts of the same thing, but it's not entirely true to say we "like" suppositories or enemas.

It was "traumatic" because it's a painful non-consentual "invasion" of a private and sensitive body part.

Mum didnt really use tricks (on me - it was different with my sister) but when I was very little she did it sometimes without a word of warning - during or after a bath, when I was naked. Obviously the first times they did the punishment routine I wasnt expecting the insertion either. There was also the time when mum said she was going to let me do the inserting - but she instantly changed her mind.

This was somewhat of a different circumstance, but a nurse was giving me a tub bath. she was soaping up and washing my genitals and just trying to act as if nothing unusual was happening by engaging in normal conversation. I was replying to her when all of a sudden I felt her well soaped finger slide up into my rectum. It was hard to hide what was happening after that as I had a huge erection

@Drdaniel How old were you? Is this a normal procedure, in a bath, to insert a soapy finger up the bum!?

As a kid, I was given a DRE... neither mom nor the doctor told me where the finger would go!

@Drdaniel I absolutely remember that - aged about 3. I know it's hypocritical of me to complain about the shock and pain and the brutality of it because three is the peak age for excrement-withholding and self-constipating, and I almost certainly did the same to Mel in her turn.

Mom never tried to hide what was going to happen. She would tell me that I needed a suppository. She would pull my pajamas down and tell me to roll over. Insertion was gentle although it did feel odd to have her finger in my rectum.

I had my suppositories from my baby sitter cum maid. My parents were both working once, so they had a middle aged maid for me to look after. This maid was a real tricky one, she never showed me the suppository nor told me anything about it, only when i used get constipated or didn't have my potty then she used to tell me that she will give me a nice massage so that the potty will come out. As far as i remember she used to first rub coconut oil on my ass along with story telling and while doing so she somehow used to just push in the suppository. I only only saw it when it came out with the potty, that is also rarely. I don't know why she did it like that. She was with us till i was 12 years old, after that i started to go to high school and she also left this job.

After growing up I enjoyed suppositories a lot, insertion, pushing them slowly in the ass, wowwwwwwwwwww its a whole new level of experience.

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So pallab was it a glycerin batti?

Yes suppofun-india, it was a glycerin batti. In India i don't think any other shape of suppository is available

As a small child I instinctively tried to avoid any discomfort, a natural reaction. Suppositories were nowhere near as tramatic as an enema, but they still caused a burning sensation. Not exactly a disguise, but mom would on occasion used rectal temperature taking as an opportunity to push in a suppository.

Suppositories were the first line of attack when constipated. If she didn't like the results, plus I didn't like holding them in, then an enema followed.

When ill, the objective was a cleanout, so enemas were used under those circumstances.

Yes, sometimes they probably thought it would be better to do it that way.

For example mom said to me that i should take a bath. She said that i should lay down on the sofa and that she helps me removing my clothes so i can immediately jump into the water, stupid as i always believed it. She removed my trousers and pushed back my legs, in the next moment i felt something hard being pushed into my ass, i jumped up crying and screaming.

Mom would at times stick the suppostories in then do a rectal temp or just insert her finger and hold the suppostory for a few.

Mom never tried any subterfuge on my sisters and I. She would simply say, "I'm going to put this (holding the suppository) in your hiney to help you poop." She started us on glycerine suppositories, which never seemed to bother us. Only when we were 10-11 years old did we get our first bisacodyl suppositories. Since we were all used to having enema nozzles in our butts, which she lubed generously with a vaseline coated finger pushed deep into us, the suppositories really seemed to be pretty much the same. Now, after all the years of suppositories, Lisa and I need at least 3 bisacodyls to get things moving. We use glycerines for playing suppository games, because they don't really have much effect.

At the beginning I refused to be given a suppository by mom. But about 7 or 8 I started to enjoy the procedure and feeling and I reminded mom every other day that I needed my glycerin suppository or otherwise I will not poop. Nowdays I use a glycerin suppository very often sometimes for fun

It depended on the situation , sometimes I knew already what is about to happen and start to protest, sometimes because of my fame as a protester, they try to hide the imminent insertion till the moment they have secured me .Both ways were traumatic enough , but I think that if you have to protest , knowing what will coming ,its much worse.

There was no ‘hiding the insertion’ in my case. It was more like “you better come and get this, it's for your own good”.

Yes, a few times there was a suppository insertion that took me by surprise because it was unannounced, maybe while I was being bathed or watching television. However, I do recall amidst all the kicking and crying that took place during the ordeal mom would keep telling me that it would be over in a minute and I should take my mind off it. Well, that never happened, I had only one thing in my mind, that something was being put inside my clenched buttocks!

Never. Mom made no mystery about giving me a suppository.

I didn’t know what a suppository was until I was an adult.

I did have a girlfriend who would give her girls a tablespoon of Hershey‘s chocolate syrup or glass of chocolate milk after receiving their suppositories. If I came home from work and saw the syrup sitting out, I knew what was about to happen. One or the other would have a stomach ache from not pooping, and what was good for one, was good for the other, so it was almost always a twofer. While (down there), they often received a rectal thermometer to be on the safe side, just to see if a trip to the doctor would be warranted. Suppository time was usual dramatic, even with the chocolate syrup.

No trauma or hiding from my mom. Just get on the bed on your tummy and in it went. Pretty simple.

And my aunt said I'm sure that Annie is very curious to see a boy squirt. And she pushed once, very firmly against my prostate and I tried one last time to hold back and as I started to ejaculate I heard my aunt say several times.... Good boy good boy good boy

Incredible that adults would actually do that assuming it’s true.

I never had this happen to me, but I did have an aunt and her housekeeper (also called ‘Aunt xxx’ of course) who had similar inclinations. Not to the same degree, but still embarrassing enough. She had a son, my cousin and we were given suppositories together a few times, prior to being given a bath. I must have been around 10, my cousin a year or two younger. And being younger he was given a somewhat more childish treatment which I too was given.

The two ladies, aunt and housekeeper would undress down to their lingerie to avoid getting dresses wet when putting us into bath. They wore al lot of lingerie back then, a lot. It was either white or beige and though I wasn't sexually knowledgeable about much of anything, the vague memory is still special. As was the ladies matter-of-fact manner with nudity for us two boys, bathing us, giving suppos and making sure they worked.

So, the story doesn't really sound far-fetched at all. I wonder if we had been older, how they would have treated my cousin and myself.

And my girlfriend Annie and her mother were standing right there staring at my erection. I said oh God please don't look. And my mother said they were curious to see how we give you your suppositories. Just relax it is only a few more minutes.

they were laughing about " boys not having any control" and I realized I was going to ejaculate soon and I said please please stop now. And my aunt said I'm sure that Annie is very curious to see a boy squirt. And she pushed once, very firmly against my prostate and I tried one last time to hold back and as I started to ejaculate I heard my aunt say several times.... Good boy good boy good boy . I truly wanted to die of embarrassment.

I think all here are curious about the aftermath. How did your girlfriend take the session? Did she mention it later, ask or talk about it? Surely more must have happened afterwards.

@NKR

I completely agree to you, I used to get suppositories till age of 18. At elder ages it was not that tough to understand what is going on. But still I used to throw tantrums. In childhood mom and aunts had to do a lot of tricks to put the suppository in.

My mom promised sometimes to buy me some toys (that was how she made me get some injections) but I was still difficult and fought when it came to actually taking it and had to be held down.