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>When I was a little girl, we had a big red Victoria >hot water bottle. I believe it was made by Rexall, >but I'm not sure anymore. It was part of a >combination syringe and I wish I had it today because >it would have been an excellent syringe for punishment >enemas. > >First of all, it had a Higgenson squeeze bulb in the >rubber tube! It was black and kind of top-shaped - >one end of the bulb was very round and the other end - >the outlet end - was tapered a bit. I'd guess it held >at least four ounces. Each squeeze probably delivered >three ounces. It said "Force-Flo" or "Force-Flow" or >something like that on it. > >It also had four pipes. It had an infant and adult >rectal pipe plus a thin douche pipe like you find on a >modern douche syringe. All three of those pipes were >black and made of hard rubber. But what would have >made it a perfect punishment enema syringe was the >second douche nozzle. It was white and long and >thick, like you find on a bulb douche syringe today, >except that this had a fitting where the bulb would >have been that attached to the hose. It was white and >had a white shield that could be slid to any position >on the pipe. It was basically the same length and >thickness as a modern bulb douche pipe, but it was >smoother because the grooves on the business end were >rather shallow. There were eight holes in the >business end for the water to come out. Unlike the >nozzles on modern douche syringe, this nozzle was >stiff and didn't bend. > >The tragedy is that our mother never used the syringe >attachments! She had a one ounce and a four ounce >bulb enema and that was all she ever used on the rare >occasions she gave us enemas. I'm honestly not sure >if she knew what the hose and pipes were for. I know >that her mother only had an eight ounce bulb enema in >her bathroom, or at least that's all I ever found and >I looked hard every time we visited plus a hot water >bottle with no hose or syringe nozzles, so she may not >have known how combination syringes worked. > >Another reason I don't think she understood >combination syringes is because I accidentally walked >into the bathroom one day when I was very little and >caught her douching with it. Except that instead of >attaching the hose to the hot water bottle and using >it as a fountain syringe, she was squatting over a >bucket of water. She had one end of the hose in the >water and she was holding the other end of the hose >between her legs. She was squeezing the bulb >vigorously. Her hand was blocking my view of where >the hose was, but I asked her if she was giving >herself an enema (I had no idea what douches were >then). She just muttered something about my father >and kept squeezing the bulb. > >I didn't find the hose and nozzles until I was in >maybe the sixth grade. They were in the cardboard box >the syringe came in, under a bunch of towels in the >top of the hall closet. I figured out how the hose >and bulb worked right away, but I still didn't know >anything about douching and I was a little confused >about the long thick pipe. I just figured it was an >enema pipe for grown ups. Or maybe it was for naughty >girls! > >Whenever I had the house to myself for a few hours, I >brought down the hose and pipes and got the hot water >bottle out from under the sink and "played enema". I >felt very grown up when I was finally able to stick >the whole length of that pipe up my poop chute. I >still remember how good that rubber shield felt wedged >between my cheeks. > >I used to play "naughty girl" a lot. I'd insert the >whole douche pipe into my rear and start the water >flowing and then I'd stand at attention while I "took >my medicine". Sometimes I'd bend over and spread my >legs a little and put my hands on my knees with my >butt sticking way out to "receive my punishment", but >I'd have to re-insert the pipe every few minutes. > >I also loved spanking myself as hard as I could with a >hairbrush and then standing at attention with the >nozzle up my rear, "taking my punishment enema". I >loved to feel the water squirting into my bowels while >my bottom stung from the spanking I'd just given >myself. I found that if I led the hose forwards >between my legs and then up to the bag, I could spank >myself as I was getting the enema which me feel extra >grown up. After all, I was punishing myself and >punishing was something grown ups did. > >The Higgenson bulb was great fun too. One of my >favorite "punishments" was to start the fountain >syringe and take just as much water as I could >possibly hold. Then I'd promise myself that I would >squeeze the bulb ten times before I used the toilet >and if I didn't finish them, I'd punish myself with >one swat for every squeeze I couldn't take. I'd >usually squeeze the bulb twice or maybe three times >before slamming my butt down on the toilet and then >after I was empty, I'd give myself six or seven hard >swats with the hairbrush. I eventually raised the >anti and promised myself I'd squeeze the bulb 25 >times. I still only managed to squeeze it three or >four times, but now I had a really fearsome paddling >to take after I'd pooped. I'd have tears running down >my cheeks after four or five swats, but I'd take them >all because I knew I was a naughty girl and needed the >punishment. > >I also remember taking just the hose and the douche >nozzle into the bathtub. I'd give myself a bathwater >enema by holding the end of the tube underwater and >squeezing the bulb. It's amazing how fast you can >fill your bowels up when you can squeeze the bulb >about once a second. And if I waited until the >bathwater had started to cool, the temperature was >just right. The only problem I remember is that it >could be hard to get out of the bath when I'd pumped a >couple of quarts of water into my bowels. > >If I had that wonderful syringe today, the next time I >needed to punish my oldest girl, I'd put her up on the >counter and have her hug her thighs. Instead of using >the enema bag, I'd fill the sink with hot soapy water, >lubricate the daylights out of the douche nozzle and >her rectum and then insert the whole tube into her >poop chute, until the shield was wedged between her >cheeks. > >And then I'd start pumping and pumping and pumping. I >always spank her because she doesn't mind enemas, but >I think that by the time we'd pumped two and a half >quarts of hot soapy water up her bottom, she might >decide enemas weren't so pleasant after all and start >asking for the hairbrush next time she was naughty. >I'd give it to her, of course, at the same time I was >giving her an enema. > >I found a syringe set on ebay that was almost the same >as my beloved childhood set and bought it for over >$100 dollars. There was no Force-Flo bulb and the bag >was stiff with age, but the nozzle was still in pretty >good shape and brought back a lot of memories when the >shield wedged my cheeks apart. Unfortunately, I >ruined that nozzle. I wanted to set the shield so I >could insert about three inches of the nozzle up my >poop chute and then press on the end of it and wedge >the shield between my cheeks. (That really does feel >good!) Unfortunately, I wrapped a rubber band around >the nozzle several times and then slid the nozzle down >on top of it. Unfortunately, the outer portion of the >nozzle had hardened with age and the rubber band >cracked that hard shell and that was the end of it.

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