My first exposure to enemas was seeing my mother getting one. Every year we went out to the farm for our summer holidays. I'd gone to Albert Jensen's place after supper with grandad and my brother, which was just one farm over. I got bored with tractor talk and said I'd walk home. In about ten minutes I was back in our farm yard. It wasn't quite dark yet, but I could see the light on upstairs in mom's bedroom.
For some reason I decided to climb up the old elm tree beside the house. I don't think I expected to see anything naughty, it was too early in the evening for her to be undressing or anything. It was just exciting to spy.
Up the tree I was ten to twelve feet away from her window and when I looked in I was shocked to see my mother lying on the bed on her stomach with her dress pulled up and her underwear down to her knees. She had her head resting on her crossed arms and was looking away from the window toward the door of her room.
It didn't make sense to me. I waited and watched. After a couple of minutes Grandma came in carrying a rubber bag that had a hose attached. The window was open and I could hear Grandma ask mom if she was ready. She said she was and to my surprise Grandma told her to lift her bottom up and then she poked the end of the tube into her.
Mother was told to lie down again and Grandma did something to the tube and held the bag up in the air. I guess she'd opened a clamp because soon mother was squirming and saying she'd had enough. That she was full. Grandma wasn't having any of that though and told her to lie still and take what she had coming. Then my mother started to cry a little bit and my Grandmother told her to be quiet or she'd give her something to really cry about. That was another shock, because when my mother said that to me what she meant was a spanking. I'd never considered that at one point Grandma might have spanked my mother and the clear threat of it now was a jolt. It was a jolt to mother too I guess cause after that she just sniffled a bit.
Nothing more was said until Grandma did the clamp again and pulled the tube out of mother's rear. She told my mother to lie there until she was told she could get up and then my Grandmother said to her, "If I have to do this again I'll strap you too. You're not too old for the strap. Not as long as you're in this house."
That was the third and perhaps biggest shock of the night. When Grandma said that she wasn't mad. I also knew exactly what strap she meant. Or assumed I did. Grandma had been a school teacher and had a school strap. I don't know where it was kept but more than once mother had asked to borrow her strap to use on either myself or my brother. I'd had it on my palms and my bottom from mom. But I'd never realized it might have been used on her when she lived at home. Although I should have suspected, because whenever mom used it on one of us Grandma always approved.
I slipped down the tree and went out to the barn for awhile thinking about that rubber bag and the tubing. I knew I'd like to know what that felt like.
When I finally went in Grandma was in the kitchen and told me mother had decided to go to bed early and suggested I get along to bed too. I did, but when I went to the bathroom I looked around and found the bag and the tubing under the bathtub. It was damp and I realized it must have been damp from injecting mom with water. Why I didn't know, but I thought it must be some sort of punishment, I guess because Grandma had threatened her with the strap.
The next morning I was in the kitchen with Grandma when my mother came down wearing her house coat. Grandma asked how she was and my mother said she was feeling fine and had had a good sleep. She went over and gave Grandma a big hug and Grandma hugged her back. With her arm around Grandma mom looked at me and told me I had the best Grandma in the whole world.
The next day the rubber stuff was gone from under the bath and I didn't see it again until the following summer when I discovered exactly what it felt like to have that tube in my bottom.
The next summer I was really cranky one day and slammed the kitchen door on my way out. The glass broke and my mom was furious. She told me to get inside and said, "Mom, may I borrow the strap." I knew I was in for it and began to cry a bit.
Grandma said, "Certainly dear, I'll get it for you."
To me she said, "You've got this one coming to you, young man." I stood there waiting, my mother glaring at me, and soon Grandma was back and handed the strap to my mother and said, "You can use the front bedroom if you want. He's been on edge all day and it wouldn't hurt to enema him as well." I didn't know the word and so I wasn't too worried about the enema part. The leather in mom's right hand had all my attention.
My mother said to me, "Come with me," and to my Grandma she said, "He's never had the enema and it's about time he did. Would you get it ready?" With that Grandma headed upstairs and mom led me down to the front bedroom.
After a pants down, over the knee spanking I was led upstairs, and into the bathroom. There it was. The rubber bag and the tube. Bulging with water. I tried to get away but no such luck. Mom sat on the toilet, held me me place over her knee and looked after inserting the nozzle. Grandma held the bag up and worked the clamp. And they both lectured me and told me that I was long over due for this. It wasn't too bad and soon I stopped struggling and just lay there and took it. Both of them praised me, and Grandma said to mom, "See it's working already. He's calmed right down."
That evening mom came to my room and explained that sometimes when you hadn't been to the bathroom people got irritated and cranky and that got them into trouble. The enema cleaned you out and so you calmed down and behaved better. A few weeks later we went home and not long after that mom called me to her room one day and said she wanted to show me something. We went into the bathroom off her bedroom and she opened the cupboard and lifted some towels on the second shelf. There was an enema syringe much like the one Grandma had. "This is my enema bag. If you need one I'll give it to you. If you ever think you're stopped up and it's going to get you in trouble you can ask me for an enema and I'll give you one. Okay?"
I said something like, "Sure," and shuffled my feet.
Then she said, "Look at me Glenn. Would you like me to give you an enema now? Do you think you need an enema today? Right now?"
I couldn't say anything but I nodded up and down. "I thought so," she said in a very kind voice as she reached in and pulled the bag and tube out of the cupboard. "You'll feel much better after a good enema."
Glenn
