I have often fantasized about getting an over-the-lap rubber squeeze bulb enema from my mom. Unfortunately I never got an over-the-lap enema from her. But I did get a bulb enema from her... once and only once, unfortunately.
This is essentially my post in the "What got you hooked on enemas" Discussion thread. It is about my first and only enema my mom ever gave me. She used an infant enema syringe on me that held about 2 ounces. I can still see it, red rubber with a black enema nozzle, no doubt made from hard rubber back in those days. As I recall, it likely had a vertical split in the side because she used a piece of white adhesive tape to seal it.
"Bulb Enema - My First and Only One"
My first enema was with a red rubber squeeze bulb enema syringe that I got was when I was about five years old. I came in from playing outside just before dark one day and told my mom that I was feeling dizzy. What I didn't tell her was that I had been spinning around and around earlier because it didn't occur to me to mention it.
She took me into the bathroom and took all of my clothes off. She laid me down on the bathmat on my back. She mixed up some warm soapy water in the bathroom sink. She used Ivory Soap I'm sure. She used a red rubber enema bulb syringe that held about 2 ounces and had a black enema nozzle. It was probably an Infant Enema Bulb Syringe. She had squatted down on the floor and with her left hand she held my legs by my ankles. She raised my legs up high and then back a little ways toward my head. My legs were not straight up, but were positioned so that I could look between them and see my mother as she bent down to insert the black enema nozzle into my rectum and squeeze the rubber bulb to give me the enema. The position of my legs. down and back some toward my head, was such that it spread my heinie cheeks apart giving her easy access to my anus so she could easily insert the enema nozzle into me and give me the enema. With her right hand she filled the enema bulb with the warm, soapy water and injected the enema into me. She repeated that several times; I don't remember how many times, but probably 5 or 6. I don't remember sitting on the toilet after my enema, although I'm sure I did. But I do remember how good getting that enema felt, the insertion of the enema nozzle into me, the warm soapy water squirting into my rectum and the whole process repeated several times. It was the only enema that she ever gave me, unfortunately, but it flipped my "enema switch" to the permanently on position for life.
Alas, I grew up in the "Golden Age of Enemas" but only ever got one enema from my mom. I now wish she had given me frequent enemas. While I never used an enema syringe to give myself an enema with, I did find other ways to squirt water up my bottom and in effect give myself an enema. For a couple of years when I was about 8 years old, we lived in an old house that had a bathtub faucet that could be turned on the water pipe. I would turn the faucet pointing up and with the water squirting a couple of inches into the air. Then I would lean against the wall and slowly slide down until I was barely sitting on part of the faucet where water came out. The water pressure was gently forcing water into my rectum and bowels, giving me a tap water enema. I would get some in me then get over on the toilet and expel it, then back to the faucet and so on... rinse and repeat I guess you could say.
I was either very brave or very stupid for all we had for a bathroom door was a plastic shower curtain. My mother could have come in there at any time and caught me naked in the bathtub giving myself an enema on the faucet. What would she have done if she had caught me? I have no idea. Maybe a bare bottom spanking, maybe even a big enema with the enema bag, but more likely a good talking to. I wasn't really spanked as a child, though I did deserve some I'm sure. Spanking is another one of those childhood and teenage things besides enemas that I missed out on completely, which is probably why I have always been curious about spanking, too.
After we moved from that house, that was the end of my "bathtub enemas" because the other old house we moved into had a bathtub faucet firmly attached to the pipe in the wall. So enemas were not possible until after I was married and then I only had an enema a very few times before I stopped. My wife thought they were a bit perverted and dangerous because doctor's columns in the newspaper sometimes mention the danger of a perforated colon from taking an enema. Personally I don't think any enema or douche nozzle that comes with an enema/douche syringe is long enough that you could get up it into the lower colon to punch a hole in the colon wall.
Sorry for the long post.