Enemas in bed when growing up

Yes , the majority of my home enemas were as others have also said on my mom' bed . She would turn the bedspread down and cover the sheets with a rubber or plastic cover and a large towel on top of that . I was placed in a ‘ left side ’ Sims ‘ ’ position for the first ‘ soapsuds ‘ enema and later we went to the bathroom for my ’ rinse ‘ enema given in a ’ knee-chest / bottoms up ‘ position as I bent over the side of the bathtub . As I matured , I found mother’s bed / bedroom to be a comforting place to relax as she slowly gave me an enema . Always she insisted on our privacy w / the window shades down / drapes pulled and bedroom door closed even when it was ‘ just the two of us ’ . Yes ……… ‘ enemas in bed when growing up ' are a well remembered experiences and continued as per through my young adulthood prior to leaving home to begin my professional career and married life .

Home enemas from mom were in the bathroom. At first I was in the tub on my back, feet up on the wall on either side of the spigot (age 10). Once she was convinced I wouldn't ‘make a mess’ she had me lie in the same position on a bathmat on the floor (feet on the tub side). That switched again over time to me on all-fours, knees-elbows and/or knee-chest.

My cousin got his enemas in bed. The same bed I shared with him when I stayed there. And when I stayed there we both got enemas on that bed. While my aunt prepared things, we got naked and spread several towels across the middle of the bed. We'd decide who went first and that person then got in the Sims position with their butt over the edge of the bed, the other on the bed nearby.

My aunt used a standard 2 quart bag which we shared, she would arrive with the full enema bag, a jar of Vaseline and a hand towel. She'd might adjust our position and then get a generous dollop of Vaseline on her finger. She'd lift a cheek, maybe make a comment about our cleanliness and then slide her finger up our butt, rotating back and forth once or twice. She'd wipe her finger on the towel and then insert the nozzle and release the clamp. When she thought about half the bag had gone in, she would close the clamp and remove the nozzle. That boy would then slide out of the way and the second boy got into position. The same routine was repeated on the other boy. I thought it a little strange that we would ‘share’ the same bag, water and nozzle, but I had only had ‘solo’ enemas before. Both enemas were delivered in what seemed like a minute or two each.

My aunt valued retention time over volume, so there was to be no mad dash to the toilet when the nozzle came out. We'd roll or slide out of the the way and would wait while the other got their enema. It was a relaxing atmosphere, the room was dimly lit with us lying side by side watching and listening while one was getting their enema and the other was either was retaining their enema or waiting for their turn. With the bag empty we were still expected to lie quietly holding as long as possible. My aunt stayed with us to enforce the quiet waiting time and releasing us to the bathroom when she thought we had retained long enough. We'd mostly lied there quietly, but might get the giggles when one of our guts grumbled. Also with two boys involved, everything became a contest. We'd each try to outlast the other regardless of who may have gone first.

Always in bed on towels and a pot just beside the bed

As a child most of my enemas were given in the bathroom. But I remember a few times at bed time, I would be in bed getting ready to fall asleep, and my parents would walk in with an enema bulb ready to go, pull the sheets off me, turn me onto my stomach, pull off my pyjamas and underwear and fill me up. In adulthood I enjoy giving myself enemas on the bed, always with towels just in case. I fantasise about giving a woman an enema while she is in bed approaching wake-up time. I would sit at the edge of the bed, with an enema bulb nearby ready to go, and start feeling her ass, then without raising my hand off her, I would move aside her clothing (night gown, panties, pj’s, whatever) enough to gain access to her ass. I reach for the bulb, stick the nozzle in her bum and fill her. I would love for somebody would do this to me - what a way to wake up!

My first memories receiving enemas from mom were on her bed, there would be a folded towel on the edge of the bed and a small white bulb enema a jar of Vaseline and a small pitcher of water, she we remove my pants and underwear and have me lay on my back, she would then open the jar of Vaseline and lube the small nozzle and raise my legs up and lube my bottom, she would then fill the bulb and insert into my bottom repeatedly, I remember the sensation of needing to go to bad, she would hold me in that position with my legs held up with one hand and her other hand would insert her index finger slightly in my bottom to prevent leakage.

As I got older maybe 9 or 10, I would protest and say I would do it myself but she would say I need to make sure you get a proper enema so she switched to a blue enema bag with a small enema nozzle, she would fill the bag and I would sit on the toilet and lean forward while she inserted the nozzle, this was good for me because I was now now starting to get erections and I could kind or hide it

When I was really sick, I would get my Enema in my bed, with rubber sheets under me not to get the bed wet.

My mother always gave me my enemas in my bed. I had weekly enemas from about age 5 to 17. Laying face down or on

my side, with plenty of towels under me. She gave me an enema before and after my bath on Friday evenings and on

Saturday morning.

As far back as I can remember, I can not remember Mother ever giving me an enema in bed! I can only remember being given my enemas in a bathroom setting either across Mom’s knees, lying across the toilet or kneeling on the floor in a knee-chest position.. but, I must say … I can never remember an enema that I did not like…

@Saraswitches …”by the time I got a little older it changed to on my bed which was more comfortable and something I much preferred.”

I’ve done many enemas on the bathroom floor, but at my age, curled up in or on the bed is more comfortable and comforting.

I’ve done many enemas on the bathroom floor, but at my age, curled up in or on the bed is more comfortable and comforting.

At any age i believe.

I only remember getting my enemas in the bathroom - so that's seems to be programmed into my noggin as my go-to place to get an enema…

Almost always in bed.

Janet s

99% of my enemas were in the bathroom. Over the lap when small and knee chest in the bathtub when I got older.

I did get a few in bed though when I was really, really ill. Guess mom wanted me to be relaxed as possible since I wasn't doing well otherwise.

I remember from when from about age 6/7, we, my family lived with a house full of aunts uncles cousins and when one of the children got sick The then called the Grip or Flu or anything else it went through the whole house we were four children my aunt had one my other aunt had three, and another had two. The answer at that time was if you were sick and in bed the enema was inevitable we the children never new it was coming until the parade of women would show up at the child's room with bulging enema bag in hand, the top overflowing with the ivory soap foam, and the recipient would try to run or hide but to no avail, three or four against one child, I remember crying before they even started, standing on my bed backed up to the corner wall the aunts would grab me (I was kicking and crying I DON't WANT AN ENEMA, they would pull me down throw a large towel on the bed and while the 2 or 3 aunts would hold me down and pull down my PJs one would force open my cheeks, and the nozzle was inserted, and even before the enema started I was screaming that it hurt, or it's too hot and so it went until it was finished, at which time someone would say See that was not so bad, That was how it stared for me and after it happened several times I realized the it evoked some strange and pleasurable feelings in m behind and in my penis. I soon found myself telling my mom or one of my aunts that I was not feeling well and guess what that night or day in would walk the brigade and I would complain I don't want an enema, I would fuss cry and complain through the whole procedure but I learned that I really enjoyed them.

I had the flu when I was 5 or 6 yrs old. It was the only time that I had an enema while I was in bed. I remember everything was blurry and I could barely open my eyes. My dad held the bag while my mom cleaned me out and it my first time ever to get an enema.

I only remember taking enemas in the following ways in the bathroom: 1) lying across Mom’s legs as she sat on the toilet: 2) lying across the toilet myself or 3) in the knee chest position on the floor while Mom sat on the toilet controlling the flow.

The bath tub, cold and hard, was the usual venue for me. I must have had an accident that precluded the comfortable treatment on the bed.

My sisters got theirs in/on the bed. I was jealous. They were often commended for being good for their enemas. My enemas were far more contentious affairs.

It wasn't until hospitalized that I received enemas in/on the bed. What a comfy venue, especially with an adept nurse doing the honors!

Sometimes mom gave me enemas in bed on my tummy……https://en.zity.biz/gallery/image/16551

I got them in bed laying on my stomach with kegs spread wide. But when I was about 12 my Mom hurt her back. So when enemas were needed by my sister or I after that , they were administered on the kitchen table in the knee chest position so she did not have to bend.

My mom would give me enemas in bed when I was growing up when she would remove the top and bottom of my pajamas and have me lay nude on a bath towel or on a plastic sheet. She would give me enemas in two positions. She would sit on a chair next to the bed and have me lay on my side so that my bare bottom was facing her and one knee was held against my chest. She would also sit on the end of the bed and have me lay on my back in a diaper position with my legs spread open. She often would first use a rectal thermometer to first take my temperature due to my pediatrician, a woman, telling her how to take my temperature and give me enemas, especially if I was starting to get sick. She used both enema bulb syringes as well as an enema bag depending upon the type of enema she wanted to give me. I would feel embarrassed when my aunt or grandmother would come in the room to watch my mother giving me enemas. The women in my family liked to talk about enemas and watch each other give enemas. This was during the 1950s and 1960s when enemas were popular among some families to prevent health problems and treat illnesses when supervised by a doctor.

Enemas in bed did not happen for me, except when very young on a towel on the bed but usually on a table. When the bag enemas began I was in the tub on towels. I assume the larger volume worried my mother about accidents. The larger enemas were difficult for me, and I continued to get my enemas in the bathtub for quite a while.

The only thing I ever got close to an enema in bed, was the couch when my coughing kept everyone awake upstairs. After a day or so, Mom called the doctor for a house call. This of course meant getting a “ current ” rectal temperature and nurse's advice over the phone. Next thing I knew after she hung up, was Mom bringing in the closed red combo bag and having to lay on my side. I still remember her saying that “ the doctor will be here soon, and you need to have an enema before he arrives ”.

Other than that, my enemas were always either over her lap, bent over the tub, or in the tub.

Enemas in our house were always administered by Mom who, as I have mentioned before, was an awful enema giver. This was simply because I was on the bathroom floor and the bag was suspended from the medicine cabinet door seemingly way, way above me, resulting in a non stoppable painful rush of enema fluid. My first recollection of an enema was about age four with the high hanging bag. Prior to that I can only imagine they were given with a simple bulb syringe. Enemas were given on an ‘as needed’ basis either from our MD or Mom's evaluation of our needs up to age 12 or so. It was during summer camp and at boarding school that I was given enemas (a result of illness or constipation) on a bed or ‘table’. Such an awakening as they were given by veteran nurses who made the experience more comfortable and acceptable. Many years and many enemas later I much prefer the bed to the bathroom floor. That being said, however, never underestimate the need for proper protection of the bed with waterproof covering and towels because a simple ‘accident’ can be a nightmare to remedy.

From age 8 until age 17, when Ieft home for college, all my enemas were given on my mom's bed in her bedroom. When she asked if I needed an enema, I would hesitate before I would whisper “maybe”. She told me to wait while she made preparations, then invited me into her bedroom. She had stripped the bed down to the sheets, placed a rubber sheet on the sheets, had an IV pole along side with a bag full of hot, soapy water hanging on one of the hooks, and thermometer, vaseline, massage oil, and finger cots on the bedside table. She'd sit on the edge of the bed and asked me to come lie across her lap.She took all my clothes off, except for my panties and lay me down over her bare thighs. After a gentle massage, she'd pull my panties off, applied a glob of vaseline on my anus, take my rectal temp, inserted the douche fitting; then I'd hear the “click” and feel the warmth of a hot soapy enema fill my bowels.

From about age 14, the thought of an enema gave me an erection, so when I laid across mom's lap, my penis would be captured between her bare thighs which was embarrassing for me but also intimate!

Mom sometimes woke me up in the morning with a mini enema, which came in those throwaway squeeze bulbs. Half-asleep, I was more compliant and let her give it to me, all the while protesting that I don't need an enema. She was fast....she pushed my leg forward, peeled my pajamas and panties down and parted my buttocks with one hand, then with the other inserted the bulb and squeezed the liquid in, all in much less than a minute.

Sometimes she tricked me into taking my clothes off for a bath. She would then tell me to lie down on her bed, and that was when I knew a mini enema or suppository was coming. Most of the time I was cooperative because she threatened to call other adults into the room, including neighbors, to make me comply, and sometimes I called her bluff or tried to run. So I got enemas on my mom's bed too, voluntarily or against my will.

Larger volume enemas were given only in the bathroom using a bulb syringe. She stopped doing that after an incident when I squirted liquid from my butt onto my aunt's clothes. After that, the enemas were all mini ones, mostly given as I lay in bed on my front or side.

The first clue that I was going to get an enema was when my mom told me to go into my room and strip my bed down to the mattress. Then she would bring in newspapers to me to lay on the mattress. Then she would come in and put the lower sheet over the newspapers and told me to take all my clothes off and lay on the bed and she covered me with the top sheet. As I laid waiting, I could hear the very soapy enema solution being warmed up on the stove. Then she would take the pan into the bathroom into the bathroom adjacent to my bedroom. Sometimes the door was open and could see her filling the yellow folding enema bag and watch it get big and round. She then came into my room carrying the enema bag in one hand with the white hose coiled under a finger and the other with a lubricated finger cot on her middle finger. She told me to roll over on my tummy and pulled the sheet down. Then she dropped the hose on the back of my legs and I could feel the heat of the hose on my legs. She then inserted her middle finger and said there was a special medicine in the lubricant that wouldn't make it hurt so much. She had me hold the bag while she inserted the white adult enema nozzle keeping the flange pressed against my opening with two fingers. Then I heard the metallic click and she took the bag from me and raised it high in the air. I could then feel the very hot and very soapy water filling me and causing contractions and cramps and me asking her to stop while I could taste Ivory soap in my mouth. I then heard her snap the clamp shut and she told me that if I didn't finish, she would give me another one until I could finish it. Then I heard another click and more contractions and cramps with my hips bucking up and down and her two fingers holding the enema tip firmly in place. Feelings of panic overwhelmed me as I felt completely out of control of the situation. I felt full to bursting and I didn't think I could take another drop but the enema continued to fill me Finally I heard the sucking sound and she pulled out the nozzle and replaced it with her middle finger with the cot on it and told me I needed to hold the enema for a while. At this point, I had quite a hard on for a little kid my age and continued to buck my hips which rubbed my hard on on the sheets. After I was allowed to go release, the enema solution was still very hot and burned coming out and I was hard as a rock. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

The majority of my enemas were given in the bathroom. Typically on towels knee chest and legs open. If I was sick, then yes she gave them to me in my room on my bed with a rubbery sheet . Always used a rectal thermometer and plenty of lube. She made it as comfortable as possible and I honestly loved the closeness that it brought. It became arousing for me by about 7-8 like most kids who got them regularly. My typical, non sick routine , was Friday night after supper.

@phoenix7 Why did you get mini-enemas on such a regular basis?

@phoenix7 Why did you get mini-enemas on such a regular basis?

@Pecan_nutjob No, I did not get them regularly. When I did get them, it was because she had seen me standing with legs together trying to withhold pooping….so laxatives up the butt were her corrective action (or embarrassing deterrent). It didn't work because I still did it without her seeing. I just outgrew poop-holding.

I don't recall getting any enemas in bed growing up. We had regular enema sessions Wednesday and Saturday, and the three adults (Grandma, Mom and Aunt Ruth) all participated in giving to us kids. They enemaed each other, but privately. These enemas were done communally in the big bathroom, with all four kids naked, kneeling with our chests over the side of Mom's big claw footed bathtub. We all received age appropriate volumes of very warm Ivory suds (always at least two and a rinse, up to four and a rinse). The starter holding time was 5 minutes, increasing as we got older (and had received MANY more enemas) to eventually 30 minutes. By the time we reached the 30 minute mark, it was really pretty easy to hold them. Our volumes also increased, until we reached the 4 qt level. My two oldest sisters quit when they left for college, and I don't think they ever took enemas afterward, except for medical reasons . They never enjoyed enema days. My older sister Lisa and I enjoyed them, and would give to each other frequently for fun. This continued until she passed early last year.