In the summertime, when we spent a lot of time at grandmas, we often overheard our two young teenage aunts giving each other enemas. We could hear different sounds coming from the bathroom like the water running, soft voices, moaning, giggling, laughing, toilet being flushed, or quiet. I forgot about that one evening, after being put to bed, and it got me in trouble. The evening it happened, the girls had given my siblings and I a couple of enemas before our bath, then put us to bed. After being in bed for a while, I needed to use the bathroom and got up. I simply forgot about the girl's routine of giving each other enemas on evenings they gave us a soapy then a rinse enema before our bath. After putting us to bed, the girls went back to the bathroom and gave each other a soapy then a rinse enema. Hence, my need to use the toilet after being put to bed. When I got to the bathroom it was quiet, the door was pulled too, but not closed. I didn’t give it a second thought and went in. Once in, I froze in place, the younger of the two girls was in the knee chest position with a douche nozzle buried in her behind, while the older girl controlled the flow. Then said, “I’m sorry, I need to use the bathroom.” Looking at me, the older girl said, “Go ahead.” So, I walked over to the toilet, took off my briefs and sat down. When I finished, I got up and started to put my briefs back on, when the older girl said, “leave them off. You know what's coming.” As I started to cry, I said, “Please don’t spank me. I had to go.” She replied, “I’m sorry, you walked in the bathroom without knocking. If you had knocked first, you wouldn’t be in trouble.” When her sister's enema bag was empty, she walked around to me and sat down, as her sister was holding her soapy enema for ten minutes. She told me to lay down across her lap. As I laid down nude across her naked lap, she pinned my hands behind my back. When I was positioned to her liking, she gave me the longest and hardest hand spanking I'd ever received. After the spanking was over and I was standing in a corner, she got another enema bag and douche nozzle from the linen closet. Fixed a second rinse enema and when it was ready, told me to get down in the knee chest position beside her sister. Who was already in the knee chest position ready for her second enema of the evening. She started my rinse enema first, then her sisters. When my enema bag was empty, and I had a two-quart enema inside me. I had to hold it for five minutes before being allowed up to finish and return to bed.
The other person we overheard getting enemas occasionally, was mom. She didn’t like enemas and would fuss at grandma about it, telling her she didn’t need an enema. Grandma's normal response was, “if you don’t stop fussing. I’m going to use my hairbrush on your bare behind.” That always made mom get quiet.
Of grandmas three girls, mom was the only one that hated enemas. Her two sisters were like us, anal erotic and enjoyed enemas. However, that didn’t stop mom from giving us enemas as kids. Between mom, grandma, and our two aunts, we preferred our two aunts. Mom and grandma were all business when they gave us enemas. Grandmas two young teenage girls weren’t, they like to play around when they gave us enemas. We enjoyed the play and relaxed atmosphere they created when giving us enemas together, especially at evening bath time. Those evening enemas at bath time did more to influence us, as preteens, to start giving each other enemas after school than anything else.