Did anyone get Punishment Suppositories?

I'm curious if any of you were given punishment suppositories. What kind of suppositories were you given for punishments? How large were they? How many were you given at a time and how long did you have to hold them? How old were you when you got them and how often did you usually get them? How bad did they hurt? Were you given an enema before or after getting the suppositories? Did your experiences with suppositories lead to you liking them later on? Feel free to share any other details of your suppository punishment experiences!

No suppositories at our house growing up, only warm soap suds enemas.

When I was very little I sometimes tried to run away and hide when it was insertion-time but I soon realized that wasn't going to work. I'd always try to stall them as often as I could, but even if I managed to squeeze out some excrement without help, it didn't necessarily exempt me from the suppository. Certainly not if they had "punishment" in mind!

I was givin suppositories beacuse whenever i acted out my mother assumed i was constipated, but they were just regular fleet suppositories

I find the idea of suppositories in the adult BDSM world a fun and exciting thing to do. But I cant imagine a parent in the every day world giving a child a punishment enema. That just sounds like abuse to me.

Memories are still coming back from my childhood suppository years. I'd forgotten all about those "major morgan" musical toys, but when I saw one again recently pieces of a punishment suppository incident started to come back.

A time when I was 5 or 6 (must've been) and I'd gotten into an argument at school because eomeone else had borrowed a "morgan" from the "toy library". I don't really remember how rude or exhibitionistic I was, only that the teacher told my mum about it, I didn't know I was going to get any kind of punishment, although she certainly let it be known how annoyed she was at my behavior. When, later that day, she told me I had an appointment in the bathroom I worried that I was going to get a suppository but I didn't really believe I would.

When we got there, there was dad waiting with a cut-up piece of soap and the vaseline. Right away I was pleading with them not to do me, fighting back tears, but it was no use. I must've had a skirt on if they were able to quickly pull my pants down and bend me over dad's lap. I got a few swats and a few words about being "babyish" and "disgracing myself" (I can't remember all he said - that's just words I remember hearing a lot in those days). And then - the pain as the suppository burst through my clenched, resisting sphincter, with mum's long hard finger drilling it in, and uttering a few words about how she'd thought I needed to do a do and my bottom was full of smelly stuff and I'd behave better when it'd all come out. And I know she was still watching over me, sat on the toilet as the soap did its painful stinging work and ages past until finally the smellies started coming out.

Whether I was sent to bed after all that I'm not sure, but probably.

I tried making my own glycerine suppositories as a teenager. It was a tedious and messy affair, trying to get the gelatine powder to dissolve and then the jelly to set. There was always the trouble with the moulds too, and I tried making them in two halves, using plaster of paris, without success. At last, on this site, I found out how to make quite big ones using the fingers cut from rubber gloves. The punishment part is the thought of six or more of the real thing being melted down to make one giant one, and then lubricating the insertion with various mustards or pepper sauces. Curiously six ordinary glycerine suppositories always seem to work better than one solitary one made from six melted ones. I suppose it's all to do with their surface areas.

It can be a pain to get the ratios right and everything to go smoothly but I think it's worth the trouble when you end up with a nice big suppository. The fingers of a glove do make a good mold but I've graduated to using condoms as molds. I love the thought of the massive suppository stretching open the anus, being sucked inside, and wedging itself in the rectum where it makes contact with a large portion of the rectal walls. I do agree that large quantities of regular suppositories seem more effective but I love the look of an extra large suppository.

I was most definitely given punishment suppositories. They weren't very often, maybe a couple of times a year until I was about 12 years old, but boy were they effective! My aunt or mother would be the ones to give them to me and I would be fighting them the whole way. My aunt was a huge fan of keeping me across her lap after they were inserted and keeping her finger up my bottom until she thought they had started working so I wouldn't expel prematurely. Once I started squirming from the effects, she would start spanking me until I begged her to use the toilet. Once I expelled, that was it. The punishment was over.

I might have said this before I can remember getting a punishment suppository because I got into a fight with this girl at school when I was 7 or 8 who used to bully me - she was probably the first to latch onto stealing things out of my bag, or off my desk, and passing them round, as a way of winding me up. (She's not the one who used to cut my hair - that was later).

It wasn't what I'd now call a fight fight - yes, I might have been pushing her around a bit, but she'd provoked it. But I got the blame for it and when the news reached my mum it was the "misbehavior = constipation" diagnosis, and the spanking followed by a burning bullet up the mud-chute - and I remember mum talking to someone about the incident, having refused to listen to my account of events, and saying "don't worry, we're clamping down on her!" Which means I probably got more spankings and suppositories in the succeeding days.

I recieved many a beatings. My mom was a single parent and she had no time for nonsense. The worst punishment she ever used on us was a severe spanking and some suppositories. These punishments were reserved for lying, fighting, cheating, etc. Most of the time it was just a spanking until we couldn't sit down comfortably for a week.

The suppository punishment however went something like this:

I was dragged to the principal's office for mouthing off to a teacher when she accused me of cheating on my test. I ended up smacking her across the face. The principal called my mom and gave me detention for 3 months. (I'm only 19, schools can't hit us anymore). My mother was furious. I thought I would probably get a spanking when she arrived home so I was dreading it all afternoon. When the time came I was ready for my punishment. She came in and put her things away like normal. She told my sister to go outside. WHen my sister left, an evil grin on her face, my mother chewed me out. She told me to go to my room and to prepare for a horrendus punishment. My butt was already hurting with the thought of what was to come. I lied down on my bed and waited for her to retrieve me. When she came in aroud fifteen minutes later I was green. She led me to her bedroom and slammed the door behind her. She took hold of the back of my neck, steering me over towards a wooden chair. She sat down and pulled me across her lap. I tensed up immediately. She furiously started wailing on my ass. I was lucky to have my jeans covering my behind. She gave me about thirty whacks over my jeans and then she pulled down my jeans and panties leaving me completely exposed. I wasn't prepared for what came next. She explained to me that she was going to give me a suppository and make me hold it in until my punishment was over. I cried out and begged her not to make me. It was a bad choice. Since I complained she decided to give me two instead of one. She picked up a brownish colored suppository. I tried to get away from her and she smacked me hard on my bare bottom. She held me down and shoved the brown suppository in my rectum with a little too much force. I screamed at the pain. Before I knew what hit me she shoved the other one in. My rectum was on fire inside and out. My mom made homemade suppositories. The ones that she had put in me had curry powder in them. It stung so bad that I burst into heaving sobs. My body contorted in a wild manner as I tried to get out of her grasp. She got up and forced me to bend over the chair. She grabbed a belt and began smacking my bare bottom. It was already cherry red. After twenty strokes she switched to a paddle. My rectum burned so furiously that I fell to my knees. She grabbed my arm forcevily pulling me up and thwacked me hard on my backside. The sting was too much.

My punishment lasted for two hours. I was eventually allowed to use the bathroom but my mother gave me no enemas. I had to deal with the awful stinging and burning of the curry powder in my rectum for days. I couldn't sit and it hurt to use the bathroom. I had five other punishments like that in my life. Each one more terrible than the last. I love my mom and it has made me a better person to have been disciplined like that. I value more and I'm not a spoiled little brat.

The last is an interesting story, certain has it's special aspects.

But there is one thing that always puzzles me about such tales. That is the way that the people who are punished apparently submit so readily to these quite humiliating and often painful punishments. And since in this last story at least, they are being punished for committing something more than middling infraction (slapping a teacher - goodness, I don't dare think of what would have happened to me), for a physical assault of sorts, why then so readily submit to what a parent decrees as punishment? I would think that once a line has been crossed, there is nothing to be lost by disobeying again ...

Of course, this kind of thing can change into a different type of dynamic if the person being punished essentially likes the punishment, or if it fulfills some kind of need ... but I still have difficulties in getting around the first.

In fact not, but as a child, I considered any suppo as punishment. However, I was given only against fever.

I did not gat punishment suppositories only spanking.

A former girlfriend of mine refused to be shaved when in the hospital being prepared for gynecologic surgery. The procedure was to be done through the vagina, and she did not believe it was necessary to be shaved, nor her doctor's intention. But she willingly turned onto her side to receive an enema.

Instead, before she realized what was happening, two glycerin suppositories had been inserted. She was then stripped of her gown and told that she could have her enema just as soon as they were done shaving her.

She had no choice to allow herself to be shaved completely, and it could not get done fast enough. Before it was over she was experiencing severe cramps as the suppositories took effect. It was very uncomfortable for her, but squirming is not a good idea when one's most delicate parts are being shaved.

Sort of a punishment suppo. I was probably around 6 yrs old and at the doctor's office about to get a shot in the butt when I let go with a fart when the nurse was just about to stab me. The nurses laughed my mother was horrified and I exacted my revenge. My mother announced that she would be sure that would not happen again. We went home I received a suppository probably the only time I got one without a fuse.

Back in early sixtys i did by my mother she used glyserin supps op soap pices inserted in my bottom as punishmenr before a spanking had to hold tthem in untill spanking was over

Very interesting reading how different parts of the world was punished as a child...

I didn't get punishment suppositories often, maybe 5-10 times in my lifetime. One time I did though I was at an aunts house and had been acting up already and had been promised a spanking when I got home. Before we left though I saw my cousin getting a suppository because she was constipated and because I was in a bad mood, made fun of her. My dad happened to hear and grabbed me by the upper arm almost lifting me off the floor. (I was about 7 at the time) he told me he'd decided I was gonna get my spanking there before we got home and brought me into one of the bedrooms. He was lecturing me about my behaviour and how I treated my cousin..and then he said 'You know what hang on.. " and left the room. Two minutes later he came back with the wooden spoon which I was very farmiliar with and a piece of soap he must have got from my aunt. As soon as I saw them I began to cry. He told me to shut up and get my pants down. Once my butt was bare he sat down on the bed, put me over his lap, and without any notice began smacking my bottom raw with that spoon. By the time he finished I was hysterical and stinging severely. He then lifted me up and layed me on the bed on my back. All I could do was cry over the searing pain in my bottom from that spoon but then he called my cousin in the room. He'd never let anyone else see me getting my butt disciplined before and I was so embarrassed. She stood at the other side of the room staring at me lying there, with a red face and my pants down. Before I knew what was happening my papa grabbed my legs and lifted them so I was in the diaper position. Picking up the soap I wailed and screamed as he pushed it up my bum as far as it could go. The stinging made me wiggle and fuss and so my dad, still holding my legs up to keep me in the diaper position, grabbed the spoon and I felt a fire of whacks land on my bum like fire as I screamed while trying desperately to hold in my poop. I was forced to hold the soap until my spanking was over, then I was walked to the toiler, pants down, and placed on it to poop. I then apologized to my cousin and it was over.

@Sweelie, thanks for the detailed story. Were all your punishment suppositories soap sticks? How big was the soap stick your father gave you? Also, what was the worst part about that punishment? Was it the suppository, the spanking, the fact that your cousin got to watch, or something else?

I have got many punishment suppositories growing up. My mom would take me to the bathroom and undress me, (It was hard because I kept ripping out) then my dad would come in with a belt and soap stick. He took me over his lap when my mom held me still, and my grandpa spread my buttcheeks. I would get around 5 soap sticks inserted into my rectum, and then whipped very hard with a belt. If I would cry, he would insert another two.

Filipi, my childhood experience was very similar to yours, except I was spanked before the insertion (dad usually did the spanking, mum did the inserting).

My adoptive mummy gave me gylcerine suppositories as *punishment* if i had nt done my number 2's.

Why would a child submit to this?.

Well i ve always sissy (blush) so i d been naughty and not poopoo and then tell mummy i hadnt.

So mummy knew that i liked her rubber gloved finger up my botty as i d wriggle as she put 2 suppositorys up me.

Oh it hurt and doing the number2 as mummy watched was humiliating but ooooooooh the relief as i pooped.

Ok I am new here, and I must say, that I have never ever experienced this myself. Now I was spanked as a kid(not that often mind you, wasn't much of a trouble maker) but not suppositories. Now that I'm hearing about it, it sounds fine to do between consenting couples, but from parent to child?!!! I don't mean to offend anyone and if I do I am sorry, but to me that sounds insane and highly abusive to me. The problem to me is that it just sounds far to sexual and kinky and it borderlines on sexual abuse or just rape to me. I just don't get it, it sounds like you would have to have a warped mind to even think of doing that as punishment unless you had to for medical reasons. It just sounds scary and makes me cringe, and just downright infuriates me and worries me that people act so normal about it. Maybe there's something I'm missing?

Well Oddlaser, look back through my posts and somewhere I explain the theory behind it [it has to do with autointoxication]

It just sounds scary and makes me cringe, and just downright infuriates me and worries me that people act so normal about it. Maybe there's something I'm missing?

I don't think you're missing anything, except that you probably had a far different childhood than that of many who have described their punishments here. I too never experienced anything like this, not even a spanking or anything physical in the way of punishment. In our household when growing up it was basically our parents being upset, oh so ever disappointed in our behavior and then acting cold or ignoring us. And sent to bed early, no TV, stuff like that. But no physical punishments.

So in the years I've been reading, these accounts astonished me as well, I had a hard time really believing them to be true. But I fear they are true, especially after learning how my wife was brought up as a child in a very physical punishment oriented household. But with her it didn't result in the creation of any fetishes as described here.

I just fear that there are still many people who believe that physical punishments, beatings, whippings, spankings, extreme humiliation (often tinted to a sexual degree unsuited for youngsters) - all of this does still go on, and just as you write that it infuriates you, I feel the same about it, especially when it is considered to be a more or less normal way to raise children.

My aunt put suppositories up my bum when I was a kid and being bad.

Soap was my mothers favorite for punishment several lumps inserted before a strapping all about as long as index finger slightly rounder each dipped in vicks to ease insertion made to stand on chair in kitchen bare bottom on display for all to see bent over with hands on table with anus winking at every one in room waiting for strapping to come

I don't think you're missing anything, except that you probably had a far different childhood than that of many who have described their punishments here. I too never experienced anything like this, not even a spanking or anything physical in the way of punishment. In our household when growing up it was basically our parents being upset, oh so ever disappointed in our behavior and then acting cold or ignoring us. And sent to bed early, no TV, stuff like that. But no physical punishments.

So in the years I've been reading, these accounts astonished me as well, I had a hard time really believing them to be true. But I fear they are true, especially after learning how my wife was brought up as a child in a very physical punishment oriented household. But with her it didn't result in the creation of any fetishes as described here.

I just fear that there are still many people who believe that physical punishments, beatings, whippings, spankings, extreme humiliation (often tinted to a sexual degree unsuited for youngsters) - all of this does still go on, and just as you write that it infuriates you, I feel the same about it, especially when it is considered to be a more or less normal way to raise children.

When I first came here I thought certain posts were not real, that it was the culture at this site to sort of post fantasies as childhood 'memories' because some of the post are just too extreme and abusive. But, there are just too many of this sort to all be fake or exaggerated or fantasy. This kind of child abuse is absolutely never discussed in the mainstream world. Even more common forms of child abuse are barely discussed in society. It is easier for society to dull their ears to abuses or pretend it is fantasy or exaggerated than to actually intervene to stop or prevent child abuse.

Some posts on this site are probably fantasy, but I am certain that there is much more and much worse child abuse that is never posted about, nor disclosed or shared here or with anyone ever. Child abuse is grossly under-reported. Which is what abusers want and society tacitly goes along with it all.

I think it takes huge courage and strength as a person to post about it.

Posting about it raises awareness and is a form of support. That is one thing, among many, about this site that is different from other e or medfet sites. Someone is paying for this site and has been for years. There are no ads, no membership fees, no revenue generated that I can see. No exploitation of the members. It isn't cheap to fund a huge site like this and someone is doing it for all of us.

Aside from the titillation this site provides solid info, camaraderie, social interaction, bonding, acceptance and support and it is moderated really well and is in 3 languages. All for free by an anonymous person or persons(anonymous at least to me).

Who ever you are zity webmaster, and I have wondered, I say *THANK YOU.*

ps-sorry for the length and ranting.

I think my father introduced suppositories and enema use to my mom as his sister, my aunt always gave them to me anytime she babysat us or we stayed over at her house. No matter what, every day I was over there she would find some reason to punish me with a bare bottom spanking in the bathroom and put in some suppositories very slowly and make me sit on the bathtub rim until they kicked in. I still love a few now and then before enemas. Depending, she would put a hot soapy enema on top of the suppositories if I was really bad which was most of the time. She was a nurse at St. Vincents which has been sold to Scientology. Times change.