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Subject: Re: Did someone else influence your mom to give you an enema? Author: Graham [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: Friday, June 22, 2012, 01:04: am In reply to: Graham 's message, "Re: Did someone else influence your mom to give you an enema?" on Wednesday, June 20, 2012, 12:16: am Pretty nasty, but I guess it's the kinda thing brothers the world over do! Are you male or female? Not that that is of any consequence, I just wondered if either because you were a girl it was fun for them to see and sometimes watch you suffer, or if you were a brother but much younger than the rest and deemed 'a pain their collective backsides' i.e always having to tag along everywhere they went, or in their eyes at least ruin any fun they might be having would cause them to snitch on you to your mum? I never received enems but did many many get painful and supervised suppositories for pretty much the same reasons as you, i.e if I had stains in my pants, or, also like you if I was caught sitting, or standing with legs crossed "holding it" or "straining". I'm an only child so didn't have siblings to snitch on me, that said, I grew up on a farm and there were always lots of people who would seemingly 'spy' on me and my toileting exploits and report back any transgressions to mum or dad. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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[> [> [> [> Subject: Re: To MT and Graham Author: Av [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: Friday, June 22, 2012, 09:09: pm To Graham first: I'm the youngest boy. I believe my brothers did what they did out of pure meanness knowing they overall could show me they had the upper hand if push came to shove. To MT: I agree. It was tramatic in losing the war at the end. I had no control over the situation. If mom prepared the enema, it was surely going to be used. My brothers only helped if I put up a fuss. I was giving enemas over the knee position. One brother would hold my legs down so I would not be able to kick. The other would hold my arms down so I would not reach back to stop the enema. In that position, mom had total control and access to easily insert the enema bulb in me. She always gave me two bulb fulls regardless. Very tramatic. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> Subject: Re: To MT and Graham Author: Graham [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: Friday, June 22, 2012, 10:23: pm Hi AV. Why was it that you were the only one to ever receive enemas do you think, had your bros received them when they were your age? How much younger, than the next youngest were you? Did your brothers ever pick you up to try to make you fill your pants, when you were sat down cross legged and holding, or straining? [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: Re: To Graham Author: Av [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: Saturday, June 23, 2012, 07:28: am One brother is six years older than me and the other is 10 years older. There was a few years between us. So they were basically teenagers through my years of receiving enemas. I really don't remember at what age specifically I started receiving enemas but it was at an early age, probably around 4-5 years old. I received my last enemas around 12 years old. About that time, around 12 years old, my brothers were out of the house. So, if I was 6 years old for example, one brother would be 12 and the other 16. That's why I believed the mocking was out of just teenager meanness. As for as I know, neither one of them received enemas at my age. I received enemas mainly because I struggled going to potty. I was potty trained and all but I just hated going and the pain associated with it. I was actually making it hard on myself because by holding it in caused me to be constipated which resulted in receiving enemas to help clean me out. My brothers just mocked me and basically punished me by getting mom to give me an enema. They never picked me up when I was holding or straining. They knew they only had to tell mom and as a result of straining and holding there usually was stains in my undees which resulted in me getting an enema. I became a master of hiding the fact that I was holding or straining to not get caught but my undee stains most of the time gave me away. My brothers being in their teen years and just being teenagers picking and mocking me resulted in me getting enemas as that result. But most of the time, mom had me on a enema routine or if she found stains she would give me one. The enemas were tramatic for me. Many times my brothers would ask me why I don't just get up and go to the potty because by me holding and straining actually made things worse for me because I received an enema as a result. But I contribute my holding and straining as a result of the pain associated to going to the bathroom. So as you see, my brothers were a few years older and were of course stronger than I was therefore able to easily hold me down over moms lap. As a result of all of this, my butt and that enema developed a love relationship and I developed a fetish. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: Re: To AV Author: Graham [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: Saturday, June 23, 2012, 08:04: am Thx for your reply, I can understand now with them being much older than you the power games they could play by getting you into trouble. I bet they enjoyed it too. That said though, it sounds like you were pretty cabable of getting into trouble on your own, what with the skid marks in your pants! I asked the question did they ever try to get you to poo your pants while you were holding, because that's what happened to me. I grew up on a farm and I can remember one incident that must have happened just before Christmas one year when I was about 5 or 6. This German guy used to help my dad out with the turkey plucking, well he caught me hiding one day with my legs crossed holdng back a big old poop. Instead of just leaving me alone, he came up to me and forced my legs open and laughed at me as I involuntarily let go a pretty big poop my pants. Going back to the house all stinky to tell mum I'd had an accident earned me a pretty hard spanking and a suppository held in place by her finger to teach me not to do it again. Much like you though I never learned to take the easy option of just sitting on the toilet properly! I also never did tell her how I came poop that day. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: Re: To Graham Author: Av [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: Saturday, June 23, 2012, 08:51: am Power games is probably a good word to use. I think they loved mocking me and my cry and later actually hearing me cry it as they helped hold me down. I can only imagine the thoughts that were going through your mind as your legs were forced open. You were trying to fight back but at the same time hold the poop. Unfortunately something had to give. I'm sure once he forced them open, he held them causing you to lose total control. I do remember once, not sure how old I was, maybe 10, I woke up early one morning, around 4:30, and had the urge to go really bad. I noticed my dad was up, getting ready to take a bath, so the bathroom was occupied. I decided to sit up in bed and hold it and try to take deep breaths trying to relieve the stomach pain. I sleep in a bedroom at the end of the hall, diagnol from the bathroom and up from the kitchen. The kitchen light actually shined in my room. I noticed mom walking down the hall, and not wanting to get caught sitting up in bed, and not being seen by the partial light shining into my room, I laid back down, as a result, I relaxed, and my bowels moved. I filled my panjamas. Once my stomach relaxed, I couldn't stop it, sitting back up just made it worse, so I just layed there in bed, until dad was finished with the bathroom, and I made a quick be line to basically dump my undees in the toliet and clean up. That's the only time I can remember actually filling my pants involuntary. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: Re: To Graham Author: Giovanni [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: Saturday, June 23, 2012, 10:22: am The prompter was almost always my dad, the executors my mother and my aunt. The suspicion of my constipation were my crankiness, bad behaviour and too big for my breeches attidudes. My mom's forefinger was stuck into my butt hole. If a big turd was found I was in for a big soapy enema and my "caca caca song" and pooping and farting symphony into the potty was inevitable! [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: Re: To Giovanni Author: Graham [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: Saturday, June 23, 2012, 01:15: pm Giovanni, You will see from a couple of other posts I have on here that my mum was completely fixated with my BM's or lack of! (pretty much like I've noticed from your posts that your family was with you). I never received enemas but did get given regular suppositories. My mum would never trust me to go poo poo on my own and would either put me in a nappy, or sometimes leave me in my pants and trousers and lay me across her knee (always kicking and screaming),and usually ending up with a smack and make me load my pants for her. If I didn't produce enough in her estimation, she would sometimes repeat the process. There were rare occassions when my dad would deal with my 'holding back' issues but mostly it was mum. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: Re: To Giovanni Author: Dan [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: Monday, June 25, 2012, 08:59: am My grandmother was a big instigator of enemas. Either she would convince my moher I needed one or she would tell me I needed one and she would fill the bag. She even fills me now when I am in college and 22. The other daY I didn't want breakfast because I was hung over and she told me an enema would straighten me out and she gave me one. She lives near us and often stops to have coffee with my mother ot to go shopping with her. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]