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Archive name: enema.txt (FFM/f, reluc)
Authors name: Lynduke (Lynduke@aol.com)
Story title : Enema Forced: Please Don't Make Me!

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ENEMA FORCED: "Please don't make me!" (FFM/f, reluc)
by Lynduke (Lynduke@aol.com)

I spend the summer at my Aunt Barbara's in Stockton, 
and from time to time she makes me take a health enema. 
Kids hate enemas. TRUE STORY!!!! From the 60's.
 
Aunt Barbara walked in and said "You need an enema 
honey, its for your own good, you'll feel better and 
your headache will go away, and your tummy will feel 
better too." Her big red lips were smiling. I felt so 
paranoid. She took off my jeans, patent leather shoes, 
and pink panties, and laid me on the bed. Aunt Joan put 
my head in her lap and held my hands, helped hold me 
down. Uncle Bob held my legs high.

What could I do?  No matter how I moved, I couldn't 
move off the bed. Everyone was smiling and this just 
made things worse.

Barbara put her finger on my anus and rubbed in a 
circle around it, having carefully lubed that finger 
with some kind of oil. I felt my bottom relax a little, 
and then she slowly and carefully slid her finger 
inside my rectum as deep as she could, apparently, and 
wiggled it around. It felt good. But what was she doing 
this for? I giggled a little and said, "This is 
embarrassing." Then I saw the red bag and started 
screaming, "No Barbie, No Joan. No, no. My mommy 
promised I didn't have to have the red bag anymore,
I'm a big girl."

"Well honey, if you're going to spend the summer with 
me, I have to take care of you, so take a deep breath 
and relax your bottom for me." 

Slowly the enema tip went in. It didn't really hurt, 
but it was humiliating. I felt big tears going down my 
cheeks. The water went in slowly and Auntie Barbara 
rubbed my tummy to make me feel better. I think about a 
quart went in, and then she clamped it off and made me 
wait 15 minutes. By then I had cried myself into utter 
exhaustion and way lying there like a meek little lamb, 
just sniffling a little from time to time.

She took me by the hand to the toilet and told me to 
let the water run out. I did. And she was right; I did 
feel better as soon as this whole episode was over. She 
gave me two more enemas that summer that I stayed with 
her. Each time was a battle. But I always felt better 
after wards. 

Now as an adult I look forward to getting an enema. 
Thanks Auntie Barbara.

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