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] Date Posted:17:29:34 10/20/09 Tue In reply to:
MEGAN
's message, "Re: CHILDHOOD ENEMAS- AFTER EFFECTS" on 17:41:55 10/16/09 Fri
Hi Y'all
My two sisters and me were raised on a farm in the South mainly by grandparents,(cause our folks died when we were still todlers)
Whenever we were constipated Grandma would give us
what she called a "good opener". Can't remember what she
used in the mix,but it shure was soapy! and slippery too
so slippery in fact that our tight li'l asses didn't need
any kind of lube or anal massage! That enema nozzle just
shot right in before you could think or even blink.
She'd just give you a few insertions with the bulb, and
it would work your bowels like crazy.
If by chance you were still closed up next day, then you'd
get a good going over with the Higginson....I do recall
the times I used to lie on my side on the rubber sheet,
my legs drawn up, my ass on the edge of the bed and Grandma
pumping about a quart of salt water up my rectum.
When she was through with me my belly was rumbling like
thunder and all swelled up like I was about six months gone!
Its true that we all used to wail and protest a bit when
we first started having enemas, but later we got used to em
(I guess we knew it was for our own good), I also think,
by that time we were all starting to enjoy them!
Oh boy! Those were the days!
Hope you liked my story
love Emmy
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Date Posted:19:59:21 10/30/09 Fri
To Jenny and others who've taken time to share childhood
memories Many Thanks! I also have happy ones, lying over
Mammas knee, having my bottom done with her red bulb syringe
I know my first enema felt wierd and scary, but Mamma lubed my butt well and the nozzle didnt really hurt.
I soon learnt how to relax and enjoy it the next time.
I think I know what you mean by after-effects Jenny, I
sometimes did get funny feelings long after my enema,
not just in my anus, but in my legs and toes as well!
So glad my Mamma knew how to give a really good enema seems
like a lost art these days. For me the ENEMA sure was not
an ENEMY but a very welcome FRIEND!
your enema friend Sally-Ann
