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Date Posted: Saturday, January 01, 2011, 11:02: am
OTK was the position mom would use. I got them starting around 4-5 years old all the way up to 12 years old from mom. I usually got enemas for about 3 reasons, one if mom found stains in my undees, two if I was caught sitting Indian style straining, or if I had a negative attitude and mom thought an enema would take care of my attitude.
Sometimes she would wait until bath time and ask me through the bathroom door that after I was finished bathing to try to go as she was preparing the enema in the kitchen. That was a very nervous time because I knew that if I didn't go, I was gonna be made to go. Mom was use an 8 ounce bulb and a mason jar filled with warm soapy water. She would come into the bathroom with the enema already filled and sit it on the sink counter with the mason jar and walk out. I could get butterfly feelings in my stomach because I just could not seem to go. I would look at that enema and it always seemed to be smiling back because it knew it was gonna find it's home in my rear soon.
Mom would always give two filled enemas in me before I was allowed to go. She would ask me to get over her lap and fill me up with the first enema and ask me to hold it as she refilled the bulb. I would lay there filling the pressure and urge to go as I could hear the enema be sucking the water and soap into it as I waited for the second one to go it.
Sometimes, I didn't won't any enemas at all regardless of the reasons mom would have and that's when my two older brothers were asked to come in and one would hold my arms and the other my legs. Mom then had full access to my rear. No fighting stop the enemas. I would cry out everytime, Get it out! Get it out! I gotta go!! But two squeezes had to go in me before I was able to go.
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