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In May, my mother decided to give me and Sally an enema every Saturday morning. She said enemas were good for us and that grown ups gave themselves enemas all the time. Sally asked her to explain how an enema worked three times. I understood right away, but I was not as nervous about the idea of water getting put inside me to clean out where I stored my poop as I was afraid of spending half an hour in my parents’ bathroom.
My parents had taken us to the Bordertown drive-in movie theater to see “Operation Petticoat” and “Psycho.” My mother loved Cary Grant and Tony Curtis, so she was upset to discover that she had mistaken Anthony Perkins for Tony Curtis, but since we had already paid she decided we would stay and watch it anyway.
Sally and I were supposed to sleep in the back seat during the second movie, but my parents had discovered they didn’t really have options when I didn’t, couldn’t, or wouldn’t sleep.
“What is it, exactly, that you want me to do?” my father asked. “Knock him out?”
“Shhh,” my mother said. “He’s listening. He listens all the time. It’s amazing how often I go in to kiss him good night and find him tucked in and acting like he’s asleep, but his eyes are open. It’s creepy.”
“I don’t think we ought to call it creepy. Maybe he just isn’t sleepy.
“How many times have you ever been awake after being in bed for an hour?”
“People are different, and some of us drink, but I’m sure lots of people don’t go to sleep right away.”
So I wasn’t allowed to watch “Psycho,” but I listened to it, and it was terrifying. The sounds of the shower scene were unmistakably murderous.
We had just purchased the latest edition of the World Book Encyclopedia, so I spent much of my free time for days after “Psycho” reading about psychology and psychosis. My father had referred to Uncle George and my grandmother Schick as psychotics, but I thought this had something to do with drinking, or a mother and son being unnaturally close, before I read about it in the World Book.
But none of my research could slow down the growing terror I felt every time I entered my parents’ bathroom. My mother hung her bathrobe on a hook on the inside of the bathroom door, and the fact that it swung out like a tall ghost in a bathrobe whenever I opened the door was problematic, but the shower curtain, stretched across the opening to the shower so it wouldn’t mildew, hid the inside of the shower from view when I sat on my parents’ toilet. I imagined no better place for a psychotic to hide than in that shower, and I knew no better time to take advantage of a boy than when his pants were down and he was trying not to hurry his way through his first enema.
Sally started laughing before my mother and I were halfway through the initial steps of giving me my first enema. She was supposed to watch so she would understand it was a natural thing and that it didn’t hurt. She saw the applicator approaching my naked rectum and burst into a deep and guttural chuckle that turned into complete hysterics when she saw my eyes bug out.
I was suddenly aware of the inside of my rectum, specifically, for the first time in my life. I could actually feel my mother pushing the hard plastic applicator against the pressure of the peristaltic waves that raged like avenging tsunamis down the corridor of my ass. She fought and fought, but I won, and the applicator was ejected. By this point my sister was laughing so hard she could barely breathe, and free of the distraction of the struggle, I couldn’t help but laugh myself.
It was time to talk, my mother said. It was time to talk about acting like a big boy. Did I believe her when she told me an enema was good for me?
“I believe you,” I said, “ but is there any other way?”
“This is the only way,” she said. “I can put some medicine on the applicator that will make it slippery. Would that be better?”
I was unable to see how slippery could possibly help, but I could see she was already upset because I had caused a problem that was making both of us sweaty.
“This is hard enough without a fight. Do you think I enjoy this?”
An enema seemed truly impossible to enjoy from any perspective.
“We’re going to try one more time,” she said. “I really need you to try not to fight me. I need you to think this is going to be easy and that it is going to help you to be more healthy. I need you to remember your sister is here and that she looks up to you.”
The medicine on the applicator did make it slippery, but it was also clear my mother anticipated more of a struggle than she encountered as I leaned forward, now successfully impaled, as far as I could on the toilet seat. She sounded far away when she told me to lean back and relax. I couldn’t relax. I couldn’t lean back. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe.
Warm water began to surge into my rectum from the bag that was hanging on the towel bar over my head, and I could feel my toes curling upward and back like the withering feet of the evil witch in The Wizard of Oz who got killed by the falling farmhouse. My consciousness was entirely focused on the surging water, but even so, it seemed the real me was high above the boy on the toilet and that I was watching him bob slightly and perspire, his fists throbbing from the effort not to fight. I heard him humming, but he wasn’t humming at all. It was the music from the shower scene in “Psycho.”
Then I could hear my mother saying that all the water was inside me and that she was proud of me. She said she needed me to sit patiently while the water cleaned out my insides. She said I could relax, that the bad part was over. I still couldn’t relax. There was a muscle in my rectum that twitched, and every time it did I thought I would explode. I had to control that muscle by keeping my entire body tense. Disaster was as close as the blink of an eye.
She asked if I was ready for the enema to be over. I nodded my head, tensely, and tightened the muscles in my face to get ready for whatever was coming next. She asked me to lean forward. I felt the applicator slipping out of me, and there was no going back. Gravity and fierce longing forced the water out of my rectum along with sounds like a terrible thunderstorm.
When it was over, my mother said, “You’ve pretty much taken a shit in my hair, but all in all I think it was a success. What do you think?”
I was perspiring freely. My toes, now relaxed, felt like they were two inches longer than they had been half an hour ago. The back of my head was wet, whether from perspiration or enema I could not tell. I opened my eyes and saw my sister right in front of me, looking at me with curiosity and concern. My new glasses had slipped down on my nose. I looked at her over the top rims.
“Of course you are,” my mother said. “Your brother is a big boy, but he didn’t need to fight it like that, and you’re going to have a much easier time now that he’s gone first.”
“No, I’m not,” she said. “I’m not doing that. Ever.”
Growing up my mom gave us regular enemas. Often if the phone rang she’d say I can’t talk now I’m giving joe an enema. If a neighbor rang the bell, she’d stop, shut off the tube and get the door. Then to my humiliation, she and a neighbor would come in. As they talked mom would resume the flow. When it finished I had to stay until it was bathroom time. Then I’d come back with my hands in front covering me for the rinsing enema. They always laughed at me trying to cover myself. Then I’d get another enema.
I got several enemas in my youth when either a neighbor lady or one of my aunts was present. The way it was given was that I had to lay facedown on a towel that was placed on the closed toilet lid. I was only wearing a tee shirt and socks. While mom filled the bulb and gave me the enema, whoever was present would stand by the door and watch – and mom and them would chat while she gave me the enema.
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I am after a REALLY good punisment enema, so hopefully when I get master into them, I can have it
A simple 2 liters soap enema but one hour retention with a double balloon rectal catheter and release in diaper. No diaper change before 12 hours....
Milk and molasses is nice and crampy but, milk and molasses doesn't flow worth a damn. The cold soda or seltzer water will produce cramping that you will not soon forget or at least it does for me. For an extra kick shoot in a few ounces of white vinegar at the end. Yikes!
Just letting the brain wonder a bit here, what about a good sized enema of liquid glycerin and water injected using a double balloon rectal catheter. Like maybe 16 oz. of half water and half glycerin mix and made to hold it for a period of time.
Try a solution of the following: 16 ounces glycerine, four ounces of Dr Bronner's soap (any kind) and two ounces of peppermint extract with three pints of water added to make about a half gallon of solution. Maybe you should divide this into two separate doses of one quart each.
Combine the ingredients in a large pitcher or pot. They may be hard to get evenly mixed in a bag, especially a closed top bag. Add the 3 pints of water to the pitcher first, then the peppermint extract and mix, then the soap and mix, last add the glycerine. They mix up easier in this order.
BE PREPARED FOR A VERY ROUGH RIDE AND MANY RETURN TRIPS TO THE TOILET FOR 12 HOURS AFTER EXPELLING! THIS ONE IS NOT FOR THE INEXPERIENCED. YOU SHOULD HAVE USED EACH OF THE INGREDIENTS INDIVIDUALLY AT SOME TIME PRIOR TO DOING THIS SO YOU HAVE AN IDEA OF WHAT TO EXPECT.
You will both taste and smell the soap and peppermint from this enema.
I bet you can't even hold it without a double balloon rectal catheter pumped up tight!
UMMM I hope never to do anything to make any of you want to punish me .. Good grief I think I'll just be good
😁 Well then what about funishment then... I can think of some evil things to do that are fun for both...
Good grief. A club soda enema with a double balloon rectal catheter sounds like a wonderful way to control your partner. How about lemon juice and salt. Want to watch them moan, groan, and squirm? Try it. And make them hold it with a paddling as you are giving them this four quart monster. David
Did anyone hear of the traffic accident earlier this week in Sugarland, Texas? A truck carrying molasses overturned and left the sticky mess on the highway. The highway was shut down for hours for clean it up. I couldn't help but think of the disappointed Texans who would be missing out on their milk and molasses fun this week. Poor things.
They used to call it the old 1-2-3. Dissolve one fourth cup of Epsom salt in one quart of water. Then add two to six ounces of glycerin. The water should be very warm about 105 degrees. If you want to spice this up add one teaspone of powdered ginger or Cayenne pepper. You can also increase the water to more than one quart. It is not the volume of water it is the irritation to the colon by the glycerin and Epsom salt that makes this difficult to hold
It is called the 1-2-3 enema because it is ONE OUNCE of epsom salts, TWO OUNCES of glycerin and THREE OUNCES of water. All of it is injected into the rectum with a bulb.
You have to dissolve it all in hot water and glycerin and it may take a little time, but it is a small enema with powerful results.
I had a young lady that wasn't eating properly (like not at all) and I gave her an Isomil (soy based milk) for nourishment. It was the worst punishment enema she ever received before or since. By the way, she started eating properly.
I had given the same girl on a previous occasion a straight 16oz glycerin enema. It had no cramping effect. Go figure.
If a woman isn't eating properly, isn't it a bad idea to give her enemas? Why risk flushing out the only nutrients she has in her body and lowering her electrolytes. Enemas are fun, but I don't want to wind up in the hospital with low potassium and heart palpitations. (That happened to me once due to overcleaning after recently being put on a diuretic.) If a person's potassium gets too low, they can die. So you might want to rethink the who punishment enema thing until you know for certain that she's eating well and healthy enough for play.
Its always a good idea to consider a partners health before administering an enema punishment or otherwise. Many people are on a number of maintenance medication for cardiac, hypertension or diabetes problems. If you are not careful they can end in a life threatening medical condition.
Susie was this a cramping enema or just a huge cathartic ?
I would think this could be very difficult on the electrolytes
Bear in mind that what you put into the body is often absorbed into the bloodstream. Some solutions have the potential to be dangerous. Even the most benign and seemingly mild solutions are not without side effects. Before you play, find out as much as you can about what effect the solution will have on the body and whether or not it is safe for you or your partner. Take into consideration your partner's health conditions, medications taken, metabolism, previous experiences with enemas and solutions and current state of well-being. NEVER leave your partner unattended or unable to communicate with you. ALWAYS plan for the unexpected or worst and make arrangements to correct any issue that may arise. Have fun, play safe and play smart.
Susie was this a cramping enema or just a huge cathartic ?
I would think this could be very difficult on the electrolytes
Neither of the two recipes I posted in this thread are hard on the electrolytes if you are in good health, eat and drink fluids normally (not emaciated).
Isomil Enema was intended to add nutrients, it was not intended to cause pain. I figured soy based product would be fine. I was wrong. She survived and we are still enema exchanging friends today.
For prolonged punishment it is hard to beat the milk and molasses/ glycerine and olive oil enema. It causes one to cramp and release for the better part of a day. For a more acutely painful punishment enema, an ice water enema works wonders. I was recently on the recieving end of one of those. My Mistress made me bend over a bolster on the end of the bed and proceeded to administer a two quart ice cold enema with a regular bulb syringe. Between each bulb-full, she gave me five strokes with a rattan school cane. She warned me if I spilled any, she would double the force and number of strokes of the cane between each bulb-full. That was extremely difficult, but I managed to avoid the doubling.
I have the feeling that some of the "recipes" suggested here may be quite damaging your health. Have you considered it?
Excessive amounts of glycerine, milk, ice cubes, too much soaps, etc. - all this as a one time venture the body may sustain, but making this a continuous game could have very negative results.
An excess of virtually anything is dangerous... the recipes seem moderate, nowhere odes it say give multiple, other than water or one of each and see what happens. Common sense should prevail always regardless of what side of the tube your on. With an excess of water you can drown ... and I am talking about drinking glass after glass, not taking an enema.
So, bottom line, don't be stupid, do only what you are comfortable doing, if your are lactose intolerant, don't do a milk enema ... use your brain.
As above a milk and molassas enema can be the most embarassing and crampy
"Try This, Ice Cold Club Soda, 4qt bag, w/ double balloon rectal catheter. Over the knee, spanking every time the flow is stopped"
Maybe a big butt plug and i BIG diaper and then restrain to your bed 😄
Double balloon rectal catheter, un quart of water very hot, tied up
Double balloonn rectal catheter, un quart of water very hot, tied up
The "tied up" part is no problem. The "very hot" part is injurious to the colon.
The milk and molasses sounds good but it just seems too messy. My dom told me to find a solution that will really give me painful cramps. Usually im tied down while he uses a double balloon rectal catheter to give me the enema.Then he kkeps me tied down sometimes up to an hour before he releases me to expel it. Is there anything else to use that will be just as painful
A one-two-three enema is strong punishment. This consists of one part glycerine, two parts epsom salt and three parts water.
I find quite sexy to give the sub the glyceryn enema, hold thumb up her ass and watch how is she leaking.
One must choose the correct solution depending on what type of punishment required. If idea is plug her ass and make her retain 2 or more qtrs enema, than use luke warm water, just plain water. This way, minimal harm to body. If idea is plug her butt and give her some cramps but she would be allowed to expel in 20 or less minutes, you may use from coffee enema, to soap enema or vinegar enema. I would not want my girl have harmful stuff in her belly too long of a time that her health will have negative effect
Epson salt in warm water is great, just don't get to far away from the toilet. I also like a shaving cream enema. Take a few cleansing enemas, attach a short hose to the can and squirt away. Should take and expel in the shower were cleaning up is easy.

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