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Date Posted: Thursday, December 06, 2012, 06:49: pm
I'd like to reply to this post. I too at the age of eight years began to receive enema's from my mother. What I remember to this day may sound strange to others, but when mother was going to give both my sister (three years older) and me our enema's, she would tell us this in the morning just before we left for school. I remember how nervous/anxious I would become the whole day at school. All our enemas were given after dinner, just before bedtime. My mother would call from upstairs to come up to her bedroom. She would have the enema bag hanging from a clothes stand next to her bed. On her bed was a rubber sheet. Mother would remove whatever outer garment she was wearing, then in her slip she would help me over her lap..telling me what a good boy I was, along with rubbing my back as she talked..lying acrossed her lap I was aware of how silky and soft her slip felt against my bare body. I would then feel her hand seperating the cheeks of my bottom, then her finger with a vasoline lubricant would enter my bottom..in and out for several times..then the nozzle of the enema hose would gently slid into my rectum. Again, soft words were spoken, one hand would guide and hold the nozzle steady..and then the feeling of the warm and suddsey enema would fill me. I remember too throughout it all, my mother made sure her bedroom door was closed. It gave me a comforting and loving feeling to be there with my mother. Yet, whenever I was due an enema, it was always the same waiting all day for that time of night to come. I would like to continue with my experiences as I became older..eleven thru fifteen when my enema's stopped.
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