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Jenny
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Date Posted: Monday, January 05, 2026, 07:45: pm
WOW Kitten Paw! You sure had an interesting time giving those enemas. I only had my 5 stepsiblings to deal with (3 girls & 2 boys) and that was enough. The girls were born first and therefore the eldest. As mentioned in my previous post I helped Momma syringe em till I was over 14 and then she gave me the job.
She would keep watch on things and seemed to always know (as mothers do) if one of the kids was "off schedule".
She would notify me,I would find the "defaulter" and make the dreaded announcement.
The response was usually the same.(often with tears)
"AWWW NOOO! Jenny...PLEEEEZE...what for??? WHY???"
My response was very firm.
"Cause Momma says you need it,THATS why!!"
I would then march em of to the bathroom (they knew better than to fight & kick. All I had to do was call Momma and she'd whip em soundly)
The whinging would usually fade once I got em undressed and over my lap, but sometimes there would be incidents of passive resistance,for example when I lubed em and was just getting ready for the first insertion, those chubby cheeks would suddenly pull tight like a little vice!
Naturally I responded with a sharp swat & a reprimand!
"Smartass Huh? I said OPEN your bottom! NOT clench up!
Just try it again and see what happens!!"
I soon found that a combination of threats and encouragement
worked quite well.
"OK Honey now raise your butt and push soon as you feel the tip...C'mon do it for Jenny...push..push..ok its in!
Here comes your enema...."
I didnt waste no time once it was in, squeezed that bulb hard as I could (like I was trying to blast through a rockface) and rightly so. Sometime those kids would get horribly backed up.
I recall once just after Halloween, all 5 of em needed syringing!
The lady from next door came over with her big 8 oz bulb
and she and Momma did the girls upstairs in the main en suite while I did the boys in the bathroom downstairs.
Hoo Boy! What a session that was!
I think the kids were feeling too sick at the time to resist which made things a bit easier.
By the time my eldest stepbrother Craig reached 7, I noticed he seemed to be secretly enjoying his enemas (even though he still protested a bit)
As he watched me mix the suds his little soldier would start twitching and by the time I filled the bulb it was on parade and standing proud!
I'd tease him a bit saying I'd have to cut it off if he didnt behave & he would grin sheepishly avoiding my eyes while his face changed to the color of the bulb.
On one such occasion after Id given him several warm and very frothy doses of suds, I noticed his breathing was becoming heavy & labored. Naturally I thought he was battling to cope with his enema & so I asked if he wanted to "go". To my surprise I heard him gasp "Not yet Jen...More enema please !"
So I refilled the bulb and as I squeezed it in, his legs stiffened, his cheeks clenched tight around the nozzle & his whole body began to tremble.
It would seem that extra bulb had triggered a very powerful dry orgasm! For a while it seemed like his mind was "far away" lost in some erotic "dreamscape" into which I had no desire to intrude (the enema syringe was intusive enough).
And so I said nothing and allowed him to continue on his
"voyage" of self discovery.
I gently removed the nozzle, pressed his cheeks tightly together and let him lay there quietly until he was ready to expel.
His kid brother Adam was rather a "dark horse", making very little protest when I wanted to enema him, however he didnt get a stiffy till after the first bulb but it faded
soon afterwards without any sign of a D.O. and he certainly never asked for more, so I never really knew what he was thinking or feeling when I syringed him.
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