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Subject: Re: Enema Author: Jonathan [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: Saturday, November 03, 2018, 12:08: pm In reply to: Chaz 's message, "Enema" on Saturday, February 13, 2016, 02:21: am 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 [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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[> Subject: Re: Enema Author: Terry [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: Saturday, January 18, 2020, 09:18: pm Back in the day when warm foamy enemas were commonplace, I think maybe I got less than the average kid in my neighborhood. Momma didnt just haul out the red 8ox bulb for every illness,but she would assess the situation carefully and then say "I think a good soapy enema will see you right". I learned at an early age there were certain rewards for cooperation (and spanking for not) so I did as I was told. Below the age of 6 I got done otk in the bathroom,and after that she showed me how to take it knee-chest position. Before doing so she told me "I want your bottom to be completely relaxed - I'll show you how...." So when I kneeled down, legs wide, butt high, she proceeded to lube my butt hole very thoroughly with vasoline so that her finger would move gently in and out a few times and then she asked if I was ready for the nozzle. She told me she wanted me to 'push back' as soon as I felt it. As soon as the tip touched my anus I heard her say "Relax - ENEMA IN !" I pouted my anus and she said "Good Boy!" She slipped the nozzle in right up to the shield, but she gave me no warning when she suddenly squeezed the bulb, however, when it was empty she said "Now pull tight - ENEMA OUT !" and as I clenched up she withdrew it and refilled her syringe. She repeated this process about 5 or 6 times and then told me to try and "hold it in as long as you can". She then left the room and only returned to check up on the results once I had fully expelled. Usually she was satisfied but if not she would say "I think you need a bit more dear.." and I would get syringed again. I got all my enemas this way right up to my teens. It was inevitable that as I got older, such intense anal stimulation would cause erections and dry orgasms, therefore I was glad to take it in down in the knee-chest position, to avoid the embarrassment of her seeing my 'stiffy'! All thoughts of fussing or protest vanished once I discovered the 'added benifits' [ Post a Reply to This Message ]