Uncle Harold was the sweetest, kindest man I have known. In his early 70's, he looked an awful lot like Santa Clause; without the beard. For as long as I can remember he was full of love and lots of hugs and gentle pats on my bottom. So, when Lucy, Uncle Harold's lady friend, passed away, I decided to spend some time with him. He was so terribly sad and I hated the thoughts of him being alone until he had a chance to adjust. Much to his delight, I packed my bags and went off to spend a month with Uncle Harold.

The first few days were spent walking around his large treed property and long talks about Lucy. There was a picture of Lucy on the mantle. She was the typical partner for Uncle Harold, a bit short and quite round with a lovely smile.

On the fourth day I asked Uncle Harold if we could cut the walk short. I wasn't feeling very well and wanted to take a nap so we strolled back to the house and I went off for my nap. A few hours later Uncle Harold came in to see how I was feeling. Still tired he told me to go back to sleep and he'd be back in a little while.

The next thing I remember was Uncle Harold telling me to roll over on my tummy. He said he wanted to take my temperature. That woke me up immediately. He said he was sorry but the only thermometer he had was the rectal kind but I wasn't having anything to do with it. At 40 years old I would die of embarrassment if he just saw me in my bra and panties. In his gentle, reassuring voice he told me to relax, that he loved me and he wanted me to feel better. Finally I let him nudge me over on my tummy and felt him raise the back of my robe. He said he would be as considerate as possible and gently pulled my panties down to just below my bottom cheeks. I was so glad my face was buried in the pillow. I'm not a small woman and having Uncle Harold look at my bottom made it even more embarrassing. With one hand he spread my bottom cheeks and with the other gently inserted the thermometer with a bit of a twirling motion. He talked to me the entire time about how much he loved me but he never removed either of his hands. He kept my bottom spread and gently continued to manipulate the thermometer. Finally, he withdrew it, pulled my panties back up and announced that I didn't have a fever. I was so glad the ordeal was over. How would I ever look Uncle Harold in the face again?

Later that evening I was still not feeling well and Uncle Harold asked me to come into his room. He sat down on a big chair and said, "I have to ask you a question and I don't mean to embarrass you more but I need to know if you are having regular bowel movements." I was stunned, and my mouth falling open was a sure sign that I was wishing I could melt into the carpet. "Please Dear, I need to know because if you aren't feeling well we can fix the problem," he said. Finally I gave in and told him that I hadn't had much of a BM in several days. "Just as I thought," he said. "You know, Lucy had these problems and I always took good care of her too."

"Now Dear, I need to check your bottom. Please trust me. I know what I'm doing and I love you too much to hurt you. It will be easier if you lay across my lap." A bit numb, I just sorta let him take my hand and guide me to his side and bend me over his big lap. This was so horrible. There I was laying across Uncle Harold's lap staring at the floral carpeting and knowing that he would soon be looking at my bottom. He raised the back of my robe again and arranged it so it would be out of the way and then lowered my panties but this time he took them all the way down to my knees. "Now, I'm just going to take your temperature again. Hold still and be good for me." I felt him spread by bottom again and slowly insert the thermometer in my behind. He told he how well I was doing and as before gently manipulated the thermometer in my rectum. Finally, that was over and he withdrew the glass tube.

"I'm going to have to check inside your bottom Dear but I promise to be gentle with you." This was getting worse and I really wanted it to stop but I trust Uncle Harold and was too embarrassed to get up and look at him. I felt him spread my bottom again and his finger touch my anus. "I'm going to lubricate you and gently insert my finger into you. It won't hurt, just try to take deep breathes and let them out slowly." He gently rubbed his finger around my anus for a while and then began to press forward a little bit, and then pull back out. This continued for what seemed like forever until he pressed his finger in a little and left it there, and then began to twist it but not pull it out. He was so gentle and I was beginning to like the way it felt so when he asked me to press back on his finger I did and he slowly pushed it all the way in my rectum.

"Now, relax while I feel inside you. Let me know if it hurts." He twisted his finger back and forth for a while and then began gently withdrawing and reinserting it all the way. "This should feel good to you. It isn't supposed to hurt at all. Am I hurting you Dear?" "No," was about all I could manage. His big finger felt nice in my bottom.

"I'm going to try to make you have the urge for a BM. I will put some liquid soap on my finger and put it back in your bottom. Moving my finger around and the soap should do the trick. Don't be afraid, it's one of the things I use to do to Lucy and she rather enjoyed it."

He removed his finger and I heard the squirt from the soap bottle and he slipped his finger back in my bottom and moved it around some. "A bit more, I think," he said. His finger slid out, I heard the bottle again and back it went. The soap stung a little but moving his finger around inside me made it feel better and I was really enjoying the feelings of having something in my bottom. "Does this feel good Dear? Do you like what I'm doing?" Embarrassed as I was, I had to say yes. Ten minutes of this and I was almost in heaven. Sometimes I had to make myself breath easier rather than pant. "Do you feel like you want to have a BM yet?" "No Uncle, I don't think so," I said. "Well, I was afraid of that. Perhaps we should try something more." Then he withdrew his finger and stood me up. I was flushed and could only look at the floor. "I told you Dear, it's okay. Lucy acted the same way but she never argued with me about proper bowel habits. Now, let's go into the bathroom."

Uncle opened the closet in the large bathroom, took out what turned out to be a large table and assembled it against a wall. "I'm going to give you an enema," was all he said. I just stood there staring. "Take your robe off and hop up on the table on your tummy for me." I hung the robe on a hook and scrambled onto the table before Uncle Harold saw my breasts. Then he turned back to the closet, rummaged around and came out with a red rubber enema bag, some tubing and a handful of assorted nozzles. "Have you ever had an enema before, Dear?" "No, Uncle Harold," I said. "Well, I use to have to give them to Lucy regularly and she told me they made her feel very relaxed and peaceful. I think you'll like them as well."

He assembled the enema equipment, filled and bag to the top and hung it on a very convenient hook oh the wall about four feet above me. Then he took a bolster out of the closet and told me to lift my bottom so he could slide it under me. This, of course left my bottom in the air. "Now, lets get those panties out of the way and get started." He removed my panties and spread my legs to the sides of the table, then he used both hands to spread my bottom and slid his fingers across my anus and down toward my vagina. He had to have notice, I knew I was wet from having his finger in my rectum and there was no way I could hide it. He used one hand to spread my bottom cheeks and reached for the nozzle. "Now sweetie, you're already lubricated so I'm just going to gently slide the nozzle in your behind so I want you to hold still for me." He took the nozzle, which was about an inch wide with a bit of a bulb on the end and pressed it against my anus. It didn't take much and he was pushing it up inside me, then he would pull it out a bit and push in farther. "Good girl, you have the nozzle nice and deep in your rectum they way it should be. Now, I'm going to start your injection, try to relax." Then I heard the click and felt the enema begin to flow in my bottom. He rubbed one hand around by bottom cheeks while he controlled the flow of the water. "I want you to try to take the whole bag for me like a good girl."

The enema didn't feel bad, just a little funny and Uncle Harold's soothing words helped but then I suddenly felt like I was going to burst and yelled, "Stop!" Uncle Harold clicked the clamp and told me to take deep breaths and squeeze my bottom to keep the enema in. After I started to breathe easier he started the flow again. This went on until I was begging him to stop. "Just a little more to go Dear. You have a nice big bottom just like Lucy and you'll be able to take it all for me."

Finally I heard the click and Uncle Harold said, "You're a very good girl, you took it all. Now I need you to hold it for a little while so you'll be able to have a nice BM." He left the nozzle in my behind and rubbed his hands around my bottom and the tops of my legs, each time moving his hands closer and closer to my wet pussy lips. I'm going to help you hold this just like I use to help Lucy. Just relax and let me do the work. He reached for the nozzle and gently started to slide it in and out of my rectum. "Doesn't that feel good in your behind, Dear? I think you are really enjoying what I'm doing to you." Then he slipped his other hand between my legs and started gently rubbing up and down my slit, spreading the wetness I couldn't hide. "Lucy liked this too. I'm an older man and I couldn't always give her pleasure the normal way but she liked when I gave her the special treatments."

I was moaning and moving around, fighting to keep in the enema while the nozzle slid in and out and pressing harder against Uncle Harold's fingers for more until finally I burst into a wonderful orgasm. Uncle Harold continued his motions until I was finished, then gently removed the nozzle and helped me onto the toilet. He closed the door and left me to empty and recover.

I was completely drained and dreading looking Uncle Harold in the eye. How did he and Lucy know about such things? I was washing my bottom when Uncle Harold walked back in the door. "Here, let me help you with that. Bend across the table." I was beyond arguing with him, I just wanted to avoid eye contact so I did as he asked and he gently washed between my legs for me. "There you go, now, back up on the table. We have to give you a good rinse to get the soap out."

"I don't need another enema, I think I should rest," I said. "Oh, no Dear, we always have to give you a good rinse. We have to get the soap out. Now, no arguing, hop back up on the table, on your tummy again."

There I was, butt in the air and Uncle Harold filling the enema bag again. As he hung it on the wall he said, "There's no need to feel embarrassed. This is all very natural. Lucky loved to have me tend to her bottom and you have such a nice big one, just like hers. The rectum and anus are pleasure centers and keeping your bowels clean is very healthy. There's no harm done in a little cleaning and exercise. Now, hold still, I want to check your rectum again."

He spread my bottom and I felt the familiar finger sliding in all the way. While he moved his finger in and out of my rectum he asked me if I liked what he was doing. "Yes, it feels very nice but I don't think it's right to be doing this," I said.

"There's nothing wrong with anything that feels good. Now let's get started with your rinse. I'm using a little larger nozzle this time but I'll be gentle when I slide it into you."

I felt gentle pressure on my anus and a bit of stretching as Uncle Harold began the insertion. "Hold still Dear and let me get this in you. It may hurt a little but you'll adjust in a minute." I winced a bit and moaned but it didn't stop the invasion until Uncle Harold was happy that it was all the way in my behind.

"It hurts, Uncle Harold." "Hold still dear. I'm going to manipulate it a bit until you adjust." He slowly withdrew the nozzle and reinserted it until he could tell I was relaxing and enjoying what he was doing.

"Now, lets give you some more enema." I felt flow of the enema in my rectum and the slow movement deep in my belly. "You're doing well Dear," he said. "I'm going to make this enema feel just as good as the last one." His hand moved down to my clit and he massaged me while he controlled the flow of the enema. By the time the bag was empty I was having another orgasm. When it was over, Uncle Harold removed the nozzle and helped me to the toilet again. While I emptied my bottom of the injection, Uncle Harold cleaned the enema equipment. "We'll just leave the table up, we'll need it for more treatments."

"When you're finished, go lay down and rest for a while."