My First Enema
This is a true story about the first enema I remember. It happened when
I was seven years old living in Spain where the U.S. Navy had stationed
my father. The Navy supplied us with a housing supplement and the dollar
was worth a lot more than the Spanish peseta, so we were able to afford
a full time live-in maid who was also a de-facto nanny and baby sitter.
The maid's name was Juanita. She was in her early twenties, medium
height, and slightly plump. Not fat, but just round enough to be soft
and sexy. She had fairly large tits, a nice round soft ass, and nice
legs. Her hair was jet black and she had dark eyes.
One day after we had come home from a pastry shop where I had stuffed
myself with a pastry called churros I began to have a very bad stomach
ache. I didn't tell my parents who were planning to go out for the
evening. After they left I felt so bad that I had to tell Juanita. This
being the late fifties and Juanita being old-fashioned, she knew just
what the cure for my problem should be.
Juanita took me into the one of the bathrooms and had me take down my
pants and sit on the toilet. She told me to try to go to the bathroom. I
strained as hard as I could but nothing would come out. The straining
made me feel even worse and I threw up into the toilet. Juanita cleaned
me up and told me that she had something that would make me feel better.
She had a "special" treatment.
She opened a cabinet under the sink and took out a large, red rubber,
hot water bottle. I recognized it from the few times that I had needed
it to keep warm when I was ill. Then she took out something I had not
seen before. It was a red rubber hose with a shiny silver clamp on it.
She then attached a large nozzle to it. The nozzle was shiny and black,
long, curved slightly, and tapered until it bulged back out into large
bulbous tip which had several holes along the sides. I didn't realize it
at the time, but this was an old-fashioned douche nozzle from the early
She plugged the sink and began to fill it with water. While the water
was running she held a bar of some kind of harsh white Spanish soap in
the water stream. I could smell the harsh soap smell as the sink filled
with soapy water. When it was full she proceeded to immerse the bar of
soap in the water and rub it briskly making the water even more soapy.
She did this for almost five minutes until the water was sudsy. Then she
put the bag into the water and allowed it to fill as much as possible.
When she pulled it out, it was about two thirds full. I remember the
shiny red surface as the soapy water and suds ran down the outside of
She then attached the hose to the bag and turned it upside down. She
hung the bag from a pipe running to the toilet tank on the wall above
the toilet (the toilet tanks were hung from the wall some four to five
feet above the toilet seat and had the pipes exposed). She released the
clamp on the hose for a few seconds and let some water spray from the
nozzle. I though about how it looked like a small fountain.
Juanita then undressed me completely. She closed the toilet cover, sat
on it and put a large folded bath towel across her lap. She called me
over to her and told me to lie across her lap, face down. I was quite
nervous now, because I had no idea what she was planning, but I did it
anyway. She lubricated the enema nozzle by rubbing it across the wet
soft surface of the bar of soap. She also rubbed her finger over the
soap so that it was coated.
Juanita then spread my ass cheeks with one hand and rubbed soap all over
my asshole. It burned like hell and I yelled. She continued to rub and
then she stuck her finger into my hole about an inch or so and rotated
it. I was so surprised that I jumped forward and nearly fell off her
lap. But, I had a strange warm feeling rush through me while her finger
was in my hole. In fact, her probing finger actually felt good.
When she finished, and had pulled her finger out, she began to rub the
large nozzle tip across my burning hole. After a few seconds, she began
to insert it into me. I instinctively clenched my asshole as the nozzle
began to enter. It did no good, she managed to force the tip into me. It
felt hard and slippery as it stretched my hole. I felt it sliding up
into my rectum all the way until it hit the top. I suddenly had the
biggest urge to shit, but there was nothing there to come out.
Juanita waited until I relaxed and then she released the clamp. The hot
soapy water rushed out high up in my rectum. It really stung and I lost
control and sprayed it out all over Juanita and the bathroom. Juanita
stopped the flow. She told me to try and hold the water in. Then she
released the clamp again and immediately squeezed my ass cheeks together
with her free hand. The burning enema water began to fill my bowels. I
asked her to please stop it. She did so for about a minute or two and
then started the flow again. I could feel the water rushing deep inside
me as I began to fill up.
After a few minutes, I couldn't hold any more. I felt like I was going
to burst. I began to get cramps and I felt nauseous. I started to cry
and Juanita stopped the flow. I don't know how much water I took because
I could not see the bag, but Juanita seemed satisfied that it was
enough. She made me lay there and hold the water for several minutes
while she continued to squeeze my cheeks. My bowels were churning and I
was sure that I was going to throw up, when she finally stood me up and
had me squat over the toilet seat. She released my butt cheeks and
pulled out the nozzle. The soapy water exploded from me as I sat down on
the seat. It sprayed uncontrollably only stopping when a turd worked
it's way out. There was a lot of cramping as the water, turds, and gas
worked their way out of my bowels. After several minutes, I was done.
Juanita then took me to the bathtub and gave me a warm bath. Then she
sent me to bed to rest. Even though the enema was painful at the time, I
had enjoyed it in a strange way, and was secretly hoping that I would
get more of Juanita's "special" treatments in the future, but those are
stories to be told in the future. Needless to say, I have become a
lifelong enema lover. "Thank you, Juanita."
I Get Another Enema From Juanita
After my first enema from Juanita, I couldn't stop thinking about
enemas. I tried to give myself an enema a couple of weeks later, but it
was a disaster. A few weeks later when I was alone with Juanita again, I
pretended to have stomach cramps. After about an hour or so Juanita took
me into the bathroom so I could relieve myself. She waited a few minutes
while I strained on the toilet and complained how much my stomach hurt.
I guess I was pretty convincing, because she finally brought out the
hot-water bottle/enema bag. Although secretly, I like to imagine that
she knew I was faking it and gave me the enema anyway, because she
enjoyed doing it.
She filled the washbowl with water just like last time, but did not put
as much soap in this time. I can only assume that she realized that the
last solution was too harsh. Since I felt fine and knew what to expect,
I was able to relax and concentrate on everything that was going on.
I watched the sink fill with the cloudy, frothy soap solution. I inhaled
deeply, smelling the harsh soap smell. I examined the large black douche
nozzle on the end of the hose. At the time it seemed huge. It felt that
way too, when it was deep inside my rectum. Juanita dipped the bag in
the sink and filled it about two-thirds to three fourths full just like
last time. Again it glistened with the soapy enema coating its surface.
Juanita looked around inside the medicine cabinet until she found a jar
of cold cream. She used that to lubricate the nozzle. It really made the
hard black surface shine, it was almost mirror-like. I can still
remember the smell of the cold cream to this day. In fact the smell of
cold cream always brings back instant memories of my enemas from Juanita.
Juanita hung the bag from the pipe above the toilet. She released the
clamp and let some water run from the nozzle. Then she undressed me.
This time instead of sitting on the closed toilet, she left the toilet
seat open and she sat on the edge of the bathtub facing inward. She
raised her dress almost to her panties and put a towel across her lap. I
guess she didn't want a repeat of the mess I made of her dress the last
time. I don't know if she saw me staring at her ample, soft, white,
thighs or not, but she quickly covered them with the towel.
I was as turned on as a seven year old boy can get. I could hardly wait
to lay across her lap, especially knowing that her bare thighs were just
underneath that towel. When she had me lie across her lap, I
deliberately moved around so that part of her legs were exposed and I
was able to get a little skin to skin contact. Her lap was very fleshy
She took some cold cream on her finger, and spread my butt cheeks with
her other hand. Her hand was very warm and soft. She began to rub the
cold cream on my butt hole. It felt very cold and greasy. I squeezed my
butt closed as tightly as I could so that she had to force her finger
inside. She inserted it a small distance and rotated it around and moved
it back and forth. I felt like I had to shit right then and couldn't
hold my hole tight anymore. Nature took over and I began to push outward
just like I was shitting. Juanita immediately removed her finger and
inserted the end of the hard cold nozzle.
She quickly pushed it deep inside me as far as it would go. I
concentrated on the feeling of it as it filled my rectum from top to
bottom. She squeezed my cheeks together with one hand. I heard her snap
the metal clip open and almost immediately the warm soapy enema began to
rush into my rectum.
This time, I was able to hold it in by clenching down on the nozzle. The
warm water quickly filled my rectum so that I felt like I was filled
with the biggest turd of my life. Just when I thought that the solution
would explode from my rear, it flowed around the bend at the end of my
rectum and began to flow deep into my bowels. This time it stung but did
not burn like the last enema.
I felt the warm solution gurgling deep inside me as it began to fill my
bowels. After a few minutes, I thought that I was going to explode from
the pressure. It really began to hurt. But, I was determined to take all
the water she had put in the bag. There was so much pressure that I had
difficulty breathing due to the upward force from my bloated bowels.
Finally, when I began to feel sick to my stomach, I had to ask her to
stop the flow.
She made me lie there as the soapy enema churned around deep inside me.
By now, I had squirmed around so much that there was almost no towel
between me and her. I guess that I had a partial hard-on, because I
remember my little penis was wedged down between her thighs. I don't
know if she noticed that or not, but I hope so. I would like to think
that she knew how much her treatment had turned me on.
After several minutes with the enema working around inside my bowels and
my penis wedged between her soft warm thighs, she carefully helped me
stand up and squat over the toilet. I had to go so badly that the enema
nozzle almost exploded from my butt as I began to expel the enema
There seemed to be a lot more cramping this time as the water worked its
way down through my bowels. After the initial burst of water, the water
came out in spurts several seconds to a minute between each. The flow
stopped, but I could still feel water churning around deep inside me. It
caused some very nasty cramps as it worked its way around and down to my
rectum. After a few more minutes of cramps, spurting water, and
shitting, I was done.
This time, I was even weaker and more worn out than the first time. I
was barely able to stand long enough to get into the tub for my bath.
Afterwards, I needed Juanita to help me walk to the bed.
During the next year after this enema, I was able to get Juanita to give
me eight more enemas by faking stomach aches. I actually tried for more,
but most of the time she didn't give me an enema. Now that I think about
it, years later, she must have known that I was turned on by this enema,
because she acted strangely toward me for several weeks afterward. In
fact, I'm surprised that she ever gave me another.
We kept that old hot water bottle for several years. I was able to
rescue the douche nozzle before it was thrown away almost ten years
later. I still have it and use it regularly. It feels and works so much
better than those lousy little white douche nozzles they sell nowadays.
Next time, I'll tell you about my experiences playing doctor, enema
doctor that is, with the girl who lived next door.
I Play Enema Doctor with Nina
After the wonderful enemas I had gotten from our maid Juanita, I decided
to try to get the neighbor girl, Nina to give me one. I was about eight,
and I think Nina was a couple of years younger. All I remember about her
was that she was slim, with a hard little girl body and she had dirty
Nina and I had played doctor on a couple of occasions before. However, I
had just gotten a doctors kit for Christmas. It had a toy hypodermic
syringe that could be filled with liquid and a long plastic tip which
acted like the needle. The needle tip was hollow so that liquid could be
sprayed from it. It was quite large, and I am guessing that it held
about an ounce and a half or so of liquid.
Our parents were next door at Nina's apartment playing cards one
evening, and Nina was with me. Juanita was not at home, so we were
alone. When I showed my medical bag to Nina, we decided to play doctor.
I would be the doctor first, and then Nina.
I checked her ears, nose, throat, and eyes. Then I told her that she had
to raise her dress up to expose her chest so that I could check her
heart with the stethoscope. It was only a short step to having her take
her panties down so that I could check her lower body regions. I rubbed
her little pussy, and ran my finger along the inside edge of the crack.
Nina gasped when I did this.
Then I got to the object of my desire. I had her bend over forward on
the edge of the bed so that I could check her butt hole. I ran my finger
along the crack of her ass and stroked her little pink butt hole. She
seemed to be panting while I did this. I took out the thermometer and
told her that I had to check her temperature. I went into the adjoining
bathroom and put some cold cream on the toy thermometer. When I cam
back, I told Nina that I had to put it into her butt to get an accurate
temperature. She objected at first, but finally gave in when I told her
that it had to be done.
I rubbed the tip across her hole and began to insert it. Nina jumped
forward and clenched her butt hole and cheeks together. I had to
separate her cheeks with my hand and force the tip of the thermometer
into her tight little hole. She complained that it hurt, but I just
pushed it in as far as it would go. I left it in for at least three or
four minutes. When I pulled it out, it had shit on it. And Nina
immediately jumped up and ran to the bathroom to take a shit.
When she came back I went in and filled the syringe with warm water and
lubricated the plastic needle tip with cold cream. I came back and told
Nina that she was very sick and needed some shots. Probably several
would be needed to help her get better. She had to take them in the butt
of course, so she leaned back over the bed.
I warned her that the needle was going into her butt in the same place
as the thermometer. She complained again, but I convinced her to take
all the shots I was about to give her. I told her that she had to hold
all the medicine in until I told her to let it go, otherwise it wouldn't
work and she would be very sick.
This time she didn't react quite so violently when I put the tip against
her butt hole. But she was clenched down, even harder than before. The
needle was so slim and well lubricated, that I had no trouble slipping
it in. I pushed it all the way in, probably about two to three inches. I
told Nina to get ready for the medicine. As soon as I began to inject
the warm water, Nina started to really complain. I injected all of it
into her little butt anyway.
Nina said that she had to go to the bathroom really bad. I told her that
she had to hold the medicine. I said that she needed more shots. She
said that she didn't want anymore. I told her that the doctor knows best
and went and refilled the syringe. When I came back, Nina began to cry.
I told her to act like a big girl and take all her shots.
I forced the needle tip into her again and injected the water, some of
it dripped from her puckered asshole. I gave Nina about five or six
injections this way, while she cried all the way through the whole
procedure. She said that she could not possibly hold any more medicine
and that she really had to go to the bathroom badly. I stopped and let
When Nina came back, she said that it was her turn to be the doctor,
since this was 1959, I think she probably was going to be a nurse. After
an exam, she said that I needed to get some shots, too. If she only knew
how much I looked forward to that. I told her that I was really sick and
needed bigger shots than she got. I told her that we had a special shot
for really sick people like me. I went to the bathroom and got out an
old style bulb enema syringe with the thin, black, hard rubber, nozzle.
I'm guessing that it held eight to ten ounces. I filled it with warm
water, lubricated it, and returned to the bedroom.
I gave it to Nina and explained how to insert it all the way in my butt
hole and squeeze it gently until all the liquid had gone inside me. She
seemed surprised at the size of the thing. I leaned over the edge of the
bed and spread my legs. Nina tentatively rubbed the tip on my butt hole.
I got a big rush from the feeling. I remember goose bumps forming all
over me. Finally Nina pushed the nozzle into me. What a feeling! She
began squeezing the bulb and I felt the warm water shoot out the tip and
up into my rectum. This was different from the feeling of the douche
nozzle deep inside my rectum.
I had some difficulty taking the water without leaking. When it was all
in, Nina pulled the nozzle out rather abruptly and I squirted some water
on her. Lucky she was still naked. I remained there squeezing my butt as
tightly as I could. I told Nina how to refill the bulb and sent her to
the bathroom. She returned with it full and ready to go.
She was enjoying this revenge, and said that she thought that I should
take just as many shots as she had. The second bulb-full was very
difficult to take. I could feel my insides begin to churn and I started
squirming around on the bed. Nina quickly refilled the bulb and
returned. When I complained, she reminded me that I had to take the
medicine to get better. I took four bulbs and when Nina was about to
give me the fifth, I said that I couldn't take anymore and that it hurt
I was beginning to feel sick to my stomach from the water.
Nina insisted that I take at least one more bulb. I somehow managed to
take it, but I was in real distress. As she pulled the nozzle out, I
began to spew enema water. I ran to the bathroom, water shooting from my
butt all the way. Lucky the floors didn't have carpet, what a mess there
was. A trail of brown enema water and several large chunks of shit.
Nina helped me clean it. We must have used almost an entire roll of
toilet paper. We took turns washing off in the bathtub afterwards. Nina
refused to play doctor with me after that. A few months later, her
father was transferred off the ship, Nina moved and I have never heard
from her again.
It was quite an experience. Too bad Nina didn't enjoy it. I would have
liked to have started her off on a life of taking erotic enemas. Well
that's my story of my one and only time playing enema doctor as a child.
Of course it's a different story now that I am all grown up and have
willing partners. I'll tell some of the erotic, and true experiences
(none of these ridiculous claims of taking two gallons of water and
garbage like that) I have had in future posts.