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] Date Posted:12:53:14 09/05/09 Sat In reply to:
Sandi
's message, "Re: "But I don't need an enema"" on 07:10:52 09/05/09 Sat
The dreaded words were you what you need is a good enema Jane. Then Mom would get the red bag out of the closet and tell me to wait until she called. When I entered the bathroom Mom would be sitting on the toilet with a bulging red enema bag hung from the shower rod. Soon I would be draped over her knee and getting my skirt lifted up and panties pulled down. Mom would always say that this was going to as difficult for her as for me. Before I knew it the black nozzle was in my butt and then I heard a click. As soon as I felt the warm water rush in I started to cramp. No matter what I did or said Mom would persistently coach me to take just a little more. She would stop when I cramped but I always had to take the entire bag. At least my Mom would leave the room so I could expel in private. These enemas continued until I went away to college. Now I am repeating the same words to my teenage daughter.
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Date Posted:09:01:27 09/06/09 Sun
Jane reminds me more about my childhood and teen enemas from the red Flamingo Fountain Syringe, enema bag that my mom used on me.
Unlike her, my mom did not leave the room while I expelled because she was busy at the sink cleaning the bag and nozzle after cleaning me out. Frankly, I was so happy to expell after having to hold the enema in so that it would work, that I did not care that mom was there. After all I did not want to have to take another enema from that bag.
Unlike Jane, I was nude for my enemas and kneeling on my knees over the side of the tub with my butt in the air..
I also remember sometimes coming home from school and seeing the family enema bag drying over the bathtub. That meant that mom had just taken an enema and I saw some vaseline residue at the end of the hose and beginning of the enema nozzle.
Very often she would tell me to undress and get into the bathroom for a good cleaning out. Before I knew it that same nozzle with the vasiline residue that had been inside her was inside me while I was cramping and getting a good cleaning of my bowels that I told her that I did not need..
