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Subject: 'Accidental ' Enemas : Did you ever try anything like this ? Author: Lance [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: Saturday, May 06, 2017, 08:52: am In reply to: Chaz 's message, "Enema" on Saturday, February 13, 2016, 02:21: am My sister Anita and I grew up in a quiet rural area in the mid-west back in the '60s. Our folks had a lovely big pool at the far end of the garden complete with gazebo and change room. Our cousins and other friends would often drop by for a swim. I recall one scorching summer day (I must have been about 6 and Anita a year older) the whole gang of us just stripped naked and plunged in! Our Dad had set up a sprinkler system to water the lawn and we would jump out the pool race around the garden, jump thro the sprinkler and back in the pool again. I was first back in the pool,Anita was trailing last. As I watched her jump through the sprinkler I think her foot must of slipped. She didnt fall, just swung her leg out to steady herself, with the result that her butt was in perfect alingement with a powerful ascending water jet. I heard her cry out "OOOOHG !" and as she ran back to the pool she had a funny look on her face and was clutching her belly We asked her what was wrong and she blurted out "I feel like I just got a enema !!" We all said "Aw Bull!" and suchlike but I realized it was true when her eyes suddenly went big and she yelled "OMG ! I gotta go !!" With that she dashed for the change room, just made it onto the toilet. She didnt even have time to close the door and we all stood around laughing at the sound effects as she expelled. When she explained to us exactly what had happened we were all curious to try it. It was quite hilarious, one by one we tried to position our little butts over the spray so the water would go in. It felt great when it did, but not so great when the cramps set in fast (because the water was cold). Like some of the others I never made it to the toilet and had to expel in a flower bed nearby (we covered the incriminating evidence with dirt). I dont think anyone saw us (Momma was busy in the kitchen and Daddy was away at work) Myself and the other boys tried the 'game' several more times, Anita joined in too, but some of the girls chickened out. We tried it a few more times that summer til the novelty wore off. So far as I can recall it was the only time during our childhood that we got to play 'enema games' since Momma always kept her enema equip locked up. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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[> Subject: Re: Enema Author: Jonathan [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: Saturday, November 03, 2018, 12:08: pm Oh, do I remember the enemas I received from Mom. The standard procedure was : mom called me into the bathroom ( I was usually unaware of what she wanted). When I entered the bathroom, mom quickly closed the door. I saw the enema bulb, nozzle and jar of vaseline on the sink top and a pan of soapy solution in the sink. I realized what was going to happen - tried to plead but all my mom said was "You know what to do". I stood next to the toilet - the lid was down and a towel over it. I slowly lowered my pants and underwear to my ankles and laid facedown over the toilet seat - my butt was right over the lid. My head down near the floor and waited while mom fixed the bulb. Mom never said a thing - didn't let me know when she was ready. The first indication was when I felt a "coolness" enter my behind (from Vaseline on the nozzle). Before I realized what was happening, I felt a sudden burst of pressure enter my behind (mom squeezing the bulb). When I was younger, I cried and screamed - as I got older, I mellowed out somewhat. Finally, I felt the nozzle come out and started to get up but mom said "get back down, you're not finished yet" so I got back down and waited and got another bulb full. Finally it ended and I got to get up and sit on the toilet. Needless to say, it was a very tramatic experience for the younger me but I did mellow out as I got older. I got enemas until the end of High School [ Post a Reply to This Message ]