I am a married woman with 2 wonderful children and the perfect
husband. We both find enemas and the medical scene to be particularly
erotic. Our love life has been tremendously enhanced by this common
pleasure. I owe my luck in finding this perfect husband, believe it or
not, to the advice and education I got on my very last visit to my
Before I begin my story, I think a bit of background on might be
helpful. I had always led a very sheltered life. According to my
mother, boys were creatures to be avoided. They had evil thoughts and
did evil deeds. Dating was out of the question until just this year
when she finally let me go on "dates" with the boy up the street. That
wouldn't have happened except for the fact that my mother and his mother
were good friends. They sang in the church choir together. Sex was not
a subject discussed within the confines of our home. Don't get me
wrong; I love my mother; but her puritanical beliefs kept me in this
cocoon of ignorance that was not of my making. Besides being
puritanical, she was also overprotective and controlling. I think this
element of her relationship with me stemmed from my father's early
death. Mom had been a widow for 10 years and tried being both mother
and father to me. She just wouldn't let me grow up. Things were so bad
that she continued to have me see a pediatrician (a female, of course)
from childhood right up until the present. And I am now 18 years old!!!
Mom would even accompany me into the exam room as if I were still her
little three-year-old toddler. I couldn't stand it anymore.
Last Tuesday I developed a stomachache and decided to withhold the fact
from my mother. Her solution for a stomachache was always the same…a
dose of castor oil to clear up the problem. Hopefully the problem would
clear itself up and she would be none the wiser. By Thursday, I still
had my stomachache. Mother had gone out of town with the choir to some
sort of competition and she would not be returning until Friday. My
stomach was getting worse instead of better. I called our next door
neighbor (a friend of my mother) for some advice. She suggested that I
try to get an appointment with the doctor as soon as possible to get it
checked out. Friday was the Fourth of July and doctors didn't have
office hours on holidays or weekends.
I called my pediatrician's office and the receptionist told me that my
doctor, Dr. Andrews was on vacation for the week but that her partner,
Dr. McLaughlin would be able to see me at 4:30. I would be his last
appointment for the day. His last appointment? A male doctor? I had
never seen one before; or better said, one had never seen me before. My
stomachache was bothering me so I decided to take the appointment. My
mother's friend said she would drop me off if I could catch the bus home.
I arrived at the doctor's office by 4:20. I walked in, exchanged
pleasantries with the receptionist. Her name was Peggy. She had been
with Dr. Andrews since the practice opened. There were no other
patients waiting, so I took the opportunity to seek out some information
about Dr. McLaughlin from the receptionist.
"Peggy, this may sound silly, but I've never seen any doctor other than
Dr. Andrews before."
"Are we a little nervous?" Peggy asked.
"Well...Yeah, I guess so."
"Does the fact that you're seeing a male doctor have anything to do with
"It's also the first time I can recall that your mother didn't come with
you for an appointment. Dr. McLaughlin's nurse can be with you in the
exam room if it will make you feel more comfortable; and rest assured
also, Kelly, that Dr. McLaughlin is a very sensitive, caring, and gentle
man. He will do everything possible to put you at ease. I think you'll
"Well, I am a bit nervous about seeing a male doctor. But, as far as
not having my mother here… Uh…to be honest about it, I wish she had
stopped coming with me years ago. It makes me feel so infantile. So,
no, I'm glad she's not here."
"Kelly, Dr. McLaughlin is a very good listener, and he's sensitive to
the concerns of young ladies such as yourself. You can talk to him
about anything that's on your mind."
"Thanks," I replied, "You've been a big help. I'm feeling better about
I took a seat…thumbed through a few magazines and waited about 10
minutes or so.
I looked up and saw a nurse standing in the doorway, inviting me back
into the office and exam area. She looked to be in her late-fifties; or
maybe even sixty years old. She kept her hair in a bun with her nurse's
cap pinned down toward the front of her head. "Mom has a twin" was my
first thought. "I hope it's just appearance and not attitudes as well."
"Hi, Kelly. I'm Dr. McLaughlin's nurse. My name is Shirley. Let's get
you into exam room 4. But before we do, how about hopping up on the
scale so we can check out your height and weight. OK…That's 5 feet, 4
inches and…oh, it looks like 112 pounds. Exam room 4 is down the hall
on the left."
She opened the door to exam room 4, let me enter and then followed in
behind me and closed the door.
"Kelly Harrison… By any chance are you related to Martha Harrison?"
"Yes, I'm her daughter. Do you know my mother?"
"Yes, I do. I'm a member of the church choir with your mother. Dr.
McLaughlin couldn't get a replacement for me so I couldn't go to the
choir competition. Was your mother able to go?"
"Yes. She left yesterday" was my reply.
"Your mother is a fine woman, Kelly. Say ‘hello' for me when she
"Having her around during my exam is probably going to be like having
mom here" was my first thought. "And she'll probably tell mom
everything I say."
"OK, Kelly, let's get down to business…What brings you to see Dr.
"I've had a stomachache for a few days now. It doesn't seem to be
getting any better and I wanted to get it checked out before the holiday
She made some notes on my chart and continued questioning me.
"When was your last period? Are they regular?"
"It ended about ten or twelve days ago. I'm on a fairly regular
twenty-eight day cycle."
"Your records don't indicate that we've ever done a Pap Smear. Do you
see a G-Y-N?"
"No, I've never had one that I know of. And no, my mother has always
brought me here for all my medical problems."
"You're at that age where it becomes important that you have one. The
doctor will probably suggest it. And your last bowel movement…When did
you have it?"
"It's been a while then, hasn't it?"
"Yes." I replied. "I normally go every one or two days."
"OK, then let's see…Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and today is
Thursday…So today is the 5th day then. You're probably pretty
"Yeah I am. But I was hoping that it would pass. The bloating and
discomfort is a lot more tolerable than the nasty pains I get from Mom's
"And what's that?"
"Say no more. I understand completely. But it's not really good to
stay blocked up for too long either. A good cleanout would probably
have done you some good, young lady. I have three children of my own
and I give them castor oil when they're backed up. My mother gave it to
me and her mother gave it to her. It's been a cure for generations."
"Well," I thought. "Similarities seem to go beyond appearance. Looks
like she read the same childcare books as mom."
"I'm sure the doctor will want to do a complete exam to rule out other
possibilities but if constipation isn't the cause of your stomachache,
I've got to believe it's adding to your discomfort. Let's check your
vitals while we wait for Dr. McLaughlin."
"Ah, I see you're wearing long sleeves today. BP is always more
accurate on the bare arm. Why don't we have you get into your gown
now…and then we'll get your vitals?
Let's get everything off
except your panties and socks."
She reached into the cabinet, pulled out a gown and held it out for me
to take. I hesitated.
"Is there anything wrong, dear? Are we a bit shy, young lady?" she
asked in a rather demeaning tone. "Don't worry, I'm sure you don't have
anything that Dr. McLaughlin hasn't seen before. And I can stay with
you during the exam if it will make you more comfortable."
"Decisions, decisions," I thought. "Have ‘mom reincarnated' with me
during the exam and stay a child the rest of my life…Or, move toward
womanhood by getting over my fears of seeing a male doctor. If he's as
nice as Peggy said, I might be able to use mom's absence as an
opportunity to ask him some question
"Well? What will it be?" she asked.
"I think I'll be alright by myself; but thanks for the offer."
"OK. Let's get the gown on and I'll be back in to check your vitals."
Nurse Shirley left the exam room. I slowly began undressing. I took
off my top and then my bra. I quickly picked up the gown and put it on
to cover my upper nakedness. I had never before removed my bra, or for
that matter, even my shirt for a man to see. I knew from showering
after gym class that I was not as well endowed as most of my
classmates. Would Dr. McLaughlin be laughing deep down inside that I've
never gotten past a 32A bra? Would he want to do a pelvic exam? If he
did one, would it hurt? What was involved in getting one of those PAP
smears that Nurse Shirley mentioned? My brain was being bombarded with
questions and I was getting more nervous by the minute!
"Get hold of yourself!" an inner voice told me. "Be proud of yourself
for having made the decision you did…And stop worrying…Everything will
be just fine."
I removed my shoes and slacks and tied the examination gown on the
side. When I sat up on the examination table, the gown opened slightly
in the rear. The coolness of the paper covered exam table sent a chill
up my spine and gave me goose bumps. I stood up to readjust the gown
and Nurse Shirley returned.
"OK, Kelly let's get those vital signs. First, your blood pressure and
pulse rate." She slipped on the cuff, placed her stethoscope at my
elbow and began squeezing. "OK, 155 over 90 and pulse rate of 80. A
little high... but you're probably a bit nervous. Dr. McLaughlin may
check it again later."
"Alright now. Let's check your temperature. Will you please lie on
your stomach while I get the thermometer?"
"Lay on my stomach?" I asked. " Dr. Andrews' nurse has always taken my
temperature with an electronic oral thermometer since I was six or
"Accuracy, my dear…accuracy. If I know your mother, she doesn't take
your temperature orally…Does she?"
"She really does know mother!" I thought. Rather than argue, I just did
as I was told. I lay on my stomach and awaited the humiliation of a
rectal temp. I peeked out of the corner of my eye to see Nurse Shirley
approaching me with the stubby rectal thermometer held high like the
Olympic torch. It glistened with a dab of lubricating jelly at its
tip. She pushed the rear gown opening aside, asked me to raise my hips
and lower my panties. I did as she asked and just grated my teeth as
she inserted the thermometer into my anal opening.
She peeked at her wristwatch, noting the time and said, "Lie still dear,
this needs to stay in place for at least 3 minutes." She laid her hand
across by backside with the thermometer being held firmly in place
between her middle and ring fingers. The 3 minutes seemed like an
eternity; but finally, I felt her remove her hand from across the cheeks
of my butt and then I felt the thermometer being pulled from its anal
mooring. She wiped it with a tissue, checked its reading and announced
that my temp was slightly elevated at 100.8. She noted it on my chart,
shook the thermometer down, and returned it to the glass container on
the metal equipment stand.
"Dr. McLaughlin should be in momentarily. He's just finishing up with
I was once again besieged with a case of "nerves." "Calm down," my
little ‘inner voice' told me. "Peggy said that he was understanding and
caring. You've always respected her opinions and advice." Just then,
right in the middle of the conversation I was having with myself, the
exam room door opened.
There stood a man in his early-thirties…or maybe only
late-twenties…Probably about 6 feet tall…broad shouldered and slim at
the waist. "Hi! I'm Dr. McLaughlin; and you must be Kelly Harrison."
I never expected anyone that young. All doctors were supposed to be
old. Beads of perspiration had formed across my forehead; but I managed
to acknowledge his presence with an almost inaudible "Hi."
He took a few moments to glance at the notations made by Nurse Shirley
on my chart. He then asked me to explain, in my own words, the reason
for my visit.
"Well doctor, I've had a stomachache since Tuesday and it didn't seem to
be getting any better, so I thought I'd have it checked out before the
holiday weekend got here."
"I see. My nurse indicates that you had your last menstrual period 10 –
12 days ago and that you had your last bowel movement on Sunday
morning. Is that correct?"
"Uh, yes it is Doctor McLaughlin."
"Did you experience any abnormal pains with your last period?"
"No. Everything went about the same as usual. I suffer from mild PMS
and have some cramping…But nothing unusual."
"The lack of a bowel movement concerns me a bit. Are you constipated
I hesitated a moment and began thinking to myself. "What's going on
here? I've never seen this man before and I'm sitting here with nothing
on but a stupid exam gown, and I'm talking to him very nonchalantly
about periods and bowel movements! This is a man that I'm talking to!"
Then another train of thought followed. My ‘inner voice' was trying to
take charge again. "This is the opportunity that you've been waiting
for…A chance to talk to a doctor without your mother running the show.
Don't fight it. Go with the flow. He's done something to make you feel
at ease! And, after all, he is a doctor."
"Oh…Excuse me, doctor. My thoughts were drifting. I do suffer from
occasional constipation. It's been part of my life for as long as I can
remember. I try to ignore it in hopes that it will clear up by itself."
"And when it doesn't go away…How do you take care of it?"
"My mom gives me castor oil. I hate the stuff! It tastes bad and it
tears me up when it does its ‘thing'! That's why I always wait to see
if it will pass. I hate castor oil! But my mother won't consider
anything else. She's so old-fashioned. She won't let me grow up and
make my own decisions! If she weren't out of town today, she would be
here with me right now. I'm tired of being treated like a child!"
"Kelly, I can assure you that I will treat you like an adult. It sounds
as though your mom just doesn't want to cut the apron strings. She'll
probably always see you as her ‘little baby' girl. Sometimes it's just
hard for some parents to ‘let go."
"I know, doctor; but it's hard on me too. I've led such a sheltered
life. Here I am a senior in high school and I can count the number of
dates I've had on one hand. And when it comes to sex, it's a taboo
subject. I don't even know my own body, let alone anything about
boys…other than what I've heard or read."
"I'm glad you confided in me, Kelly. I'll see if we can't take some
time to make you feel more comfortable with your sexuality a bit later.
Let's get back to the problem at hand. I'd like to give you a thorough
exam to see what might be causing that stomachache. Would you feel more
comfortable if I brought my nurse back in during the exam?"
"Doctor, no disrespect intended; but, your nurse reminds me so much of
my mother, that I'd rather not. Is Dr. Andrews' nurse in today? I've
known her since childhood and I know I'd feel comfortable with her."
"Sorry on both counts. Dr. Andrews' nurse takes off the same days as
Dr. Andrews and as you know, Dr. Andrews is on vacation this week. And,
Shirley, my nurse…She means well, but she is a bit old-fashioned and set
in her ways. She'll be retiring later this year. I'll bet she insisted
on taking your temperature rectally. Didn't she?"
"Yes she did, Doctor."
"I'm sorry about that. It is the most accurate way of taking a temp, so
I do prefer it that way; but at your age, I see no problem in forgoing a
bit of accuracy to preserve your dignity. It's called respect."
"Thank you, doctor. I appreciate that. You really do have a way of
making patients feel comfortable. If it's OK with you, I think I'll
pass on a nurse being present for the exam."
That's fine with me. Let's get started. I'll promise to try to explain
everything as I go along if you'll promise to ask questions about
anything that you don't understand. Do we have a deal?"
I nodded my head in the affirmative.
He checked my ears, nose and "ahhhhh"…my throat. I crossed my knees for
him to check my reflexes with his little rubber hammer. He listened to
my heart through the exam gown. Each time he moved the stethoscope
around my chest I felt him come very close to my breasts but he never
really touched them. He moved to the back and I gave him the deep
breaths that he requested.
"OK, Kelly…Ears, nose and throat are fine. Heart and lungs sound good.
Let's get you to lie back on the table so that I can examine your
abdomen." He placed a modesty towel across me. It covered the area from
my pubic region down to my knees. Then he gently pulled the gown up to
expose my abdomen. He listened with the stethoscope, and then began to
palpate my abdomen.
"Let me know if you feel any pain or discomfort when I press."
"It's a little uncomfortable when you press there," I said, as he
pressed down on the lower left side."
"I'm not surprised," said the doctor. "I want to confirm my preliminary
diagnosis; and to do so, I'm going to ask you to roll over on your left
side for me."
I did as he asked without hesitation. My back was to him. He walked
over to the equipment stand; picked up a couple of things and returned.
"Kelly, I have to do a rectal exam to check to see if you are impacted.
I'm going to be putting on a latex glove. I'll lubricate one of my
fingers really well so that the exam will not be uncomfortable for you.
Once my finger is in your rectum, I'll be feeling around a bit. Do you
have any questions?"
I felt my blood pressure rise a bit. Talking about my body with him was
one thing but having him examine me in my most private parts was a whole
other story! This has got to be embarrassing! Then that little voice
inside told me to be adult about the whole thing and to get on with it.
"No questions" was my response.
I couldn't see a thing but heard the ‘snap' as he donned the latex
glove. There was a slight pause. I was sure he was squeezing
lubricating jelly on his finger. Then I felt the modesty towel being
lifted from the rear. He was now able to see my backside! The goose
bumps returned. Then I heard him say, "OK, Kelly I'm going to lift your
right cheek up a bit to expose you anus. You'll feel me rub some
lubrication on the outside. It might be a bit cool at first. Then,
when I'm ready to insert my finger, I want you to bear down a little to
relax your anal sphincter muscle. I promise that it won't hurt. Ready?"
"Yes" was the only word I could get out of my mouth.
"Can I get you to draw your right knee up toward your chest just a bit?
Great, Kelly that's much better. Here we go."
I felt him go through the sequence he had just described. He lifted my
right cheek with his left hand and then…very gently…he began rubbing the
lubrication on the outside of my butt hole. Then I heard him say, "Bear
He gently slipped his gloved finger into my backside. I felt a tingling
sensation as his finger slid all the way in. A moment later, I felt his
inquisitive digit moving around inside of me. I felt it probe one side
of my insides, then he would rotate his hand somewhat and feel around
again. He repeated this process 3 or 4 times. I don't think he missed
one square inch of me.
"Your rectum isn't impacted, Kelly. But I need you to bear down once
more as if you were having a bowel movement. When you do, I'll be
pushing my finger in as far as possible to see if there's stool just
beyond my finger. OK, bear down."
I pressed down and heard him say "Great, Kelly…You're doing just fine."
There was a slight pause and then I heard, "Just as I expected."
"Relax now Kelly. I'm removing my finger." Slowly, he pulled out of
me and I suddenly realized that it actually enjoyed having his finger
inside of me. It actually felt good! How weird! My thoughts then
shifted to a fear that somehow he knew that I had enjoyed that part of
the examination. "Oh God, I hope he doesn't know. He'll think I'm a
"Kelly, you are quite backed up. I could feel the hard, dry stool when
I did the last part of the exam. I'll check you over further to be sure
that there's nothing else causing the stomachache but you will need to
do something about the constipation. It might comfort you to know," he
said with a grin, "that I'm not prescribing castor oil. I'm aware of
the severe cramping that it causes and besides, after five days of
waiting, I'm sure you'll be glad to get some immediate relief."
I returned the grin and nodded agreement.
"When you get home Kelly, I want you to take a warm soapy enema to take
care of that constipation, I'm sure you'll feel a lot better when you're
"Doctor, I don't know how to say this but…uh…I've never had an enema
before. I wouldn't know how to do it; and we probably don't have the
necessary equipment at home anyway."
"Alright, Kelly…We'll continue the exam for now and then we'll figure
out a solution to the constipation situation. I noticed on your chart
that you've never been to a G-Y-N and it doesn't appear that Dr. Andrews
has ever done a breast or pelvic exam on you. Is that right, Kelly?"
"That's right, Doctor. My mother has this weird idea that if I start
getting ‘sex related' exams that I'll think that it's OK to start
‘messing around' with boys. Doctor, I'm ashamed to say it but there are
probably a lot of 14-year-old girls that know a lot more about sex and
their bodies than I do…and I'm 18!"
"Kelly, for me to rule out any other problems as the cause of your
abdominal pain, I need to do a pelvic exam. Is that alright with you?"
"Will it hurt doctor?"
"That depends on a few things, Kelly. I'm guessing from our
conversation so far, that you're not sexually active…At least with the
opposite sex. If you've used tampons or have masturbated vaginally, your
hymen has probably perforated already and we can do a complete exam.
That will allow me to check out your ovaries and other organs by placing
a finger or two in your vagina while I palpate your abdomen. If your
hymen is still intact, I'll have to feel your ovaries by palpating your
abdomen while I have a finger in your rectum. If you do have any ovary
problems, whether I do it vaginally or rectally, you may feel some
discomfort. Regardless, of the circumstances, Kelly…I promise I'll be
as gentle as possible and I'll answer any questions that you may have."
"Thank you, doctor. You were certainly right about sex with boys…It's
never happened. I finally convinced my mother to let me use tampons
instead of pads when I started taking swimming in gym class in my
sophomore year of high school. I never thought that I'd admit it to
anyone but… uh…I have played with myself by moving my finger in and out
of myself…but…uh…I never found it that satisfying. I'm afraid there's
something wrong with me."
"No, Kelly…There's nothing wrong with you. You are a normal 18-year-old
young lady. You have normal sexual needs and desires and you try to
fulfill them anyway you can. There may be several reasons for you not
finding it very satisfying. We can have a little talk later but in the
meantime, let's finish checking you out. OK?"
"Now first, I need you to scoot your bottom down closer to the end of
the table. That's it. Now, I'm going to attach these metal legs and
foot rests to the end of the table. They're called ‘stirrups.' I'll
need you to raise your legs so that your feet rest in the foot rests.
That's it. I'll leave the towel draped across your thighs to allow you
as much modesty as possible."
He grabbed his little round stool on wheels and positioned it at the
foot of the table. He rolled the equipment tray over beside the stool.
He opened a drawer on the side of the exam table and took out a clear
plastic object and set it on the tray. He retrieved what looked like a
long "Q-Tip" from another cabinet. He already had a box of gloves and
the tube of K-Y on the tray. Nervousness began to set in again.
He snapped on another pair of latex gloves, but before proceeding with
the exam, he explained what was going to happen. "First," he said, I'll
examine your external genitals and your urethra. I'll examine your
labia majora and minora. That's fancy talk for your outer and inner
lips. I'll check your clitoris for size, shape and responsiveness. I'll
check to see if your hymen is intact and that will determine how the
rest of the exam will be conducted. If your hymen has been perforated
we'll begin the internal exam. First, I'll insert a finger, or maybe
even two. I'll feel around for any abnormalities. I'll examine your
ovaries and other internal organs as we discussed before. Then, I'll
remove my finger and insert this speculum."
He held up the clear plastic thing that he had removed from the exam
table drawer. It looked like a duckbill with a handle on it. He
demonstrated how it would be used to expand my vagina to give him a good
look around. He also explained that he would be removing a cell sample
from my cervix for the PAP test with the long "Q-Tip."
"Do you have any questions, before we get started?" he asked.
"You used a term that I've heard before but…uh…never really understood.
It may be a stupid question for an 18-year-old to be asking but…uh…I
really do feel comfortable with you. Uh…you talked about checking my
clitoris. What is that?"
"Your clitoris is the equivalent of a penis on a man. It is very
sensitive to the touch and like a man's penis; it becomes engorged with
blood and enlarges when stimulated. Before… when you indicated that you
had played with yourself vaginally but didn't find it very satisfying, I
suspected that you had not yet discovered your clitoris. I think you'll
find that paying attention to both the clitoris and vagina during
masturbation sessions will add immensely to your pleasure and
gratification. Any other questions?"
Upon getting no response from me, he lowered his head slightly and it
disappeared from my view. I saw his hand come up from behind the
modesty drape just long enough to turn on a high intensity lamp that sat
on the floor to his right. He adjusted the light beam to his
satisfaction and he was again totally out of sight.
He was now looking at places no man had ever seen. I could almost feel
his eyes exploring my virgin territory. Strangely enough though, my
nervousness was now being replaced by the anticipation of his touch and
of the exam itself. Down deep, I was hoping that it would be as
enjoyable as his previous digital intrusion into my backside!
"I'm now going to be examining your external genitalia. Everything
looks fine so far. I'm going to spread your outer lips so that I can
see the rest of your external genitals."
A tingling sensation
rushed from the tip of my toes to the top of my head at the first hint
of his touch! I could feel his fingers spreading my lips apart.
Suddenly his fingers were in contact with my pink, inner lips. I
thought I was beginning to sense wetness in response to his touch. His
right finger slowly moved upward between my inner lips until it reached
a spot that gave me a feeling that I can only describe as ‘an electric
shock of ecstasy'! Involuntarily, I pulled my body back from his
"Did I hurt you?" he asked.
I had all I could do to answer him. "No…not at all…uh…quite the
contrary. I, uh… was that my…uh…"
"Yes, Kelly that's your clitoris. Your initial response seemed normal.
I'll be checking for continued response. Are you ready?"
I think he knew that he had asked a rhetorical question. I was
preparing to give him a response when I felt his finger again making
contact with that previously undiscovered treasure chest of pleasure.
He rubbed the spot as if he were trying to bring a genie from a lamp.
My only wish for that imaginary genie was simple…Don't stop!!! I found
myself arching my back. Guttural moans were escaping from under my now
heavy breathing. There was no doubt in my mind now that I was getting
"That's great, Kelly. Your clitoris is very responsive to the touch.
I'm guessing from your reaction that you found it quite enjoyable. You
will also notice that you are becoming rather moist. That's another
sign of pleasure. And in case you're feeling embarrassment about
anything that's happening here…Don't. Your responses are all quite
normal. It's your body providing you with pleasure. And Kelly, there's
nothing wrong or abnormal about that."
"Since we're talking about ‘normal'…I…was wondering…uh…When you did the
rectal exam before…I…uh…This is embarrassing…"
"Maybe I can help you out Kelly. Do you want to know if it's normal for
you to derive pleasure from having an object, like my finger, in your
backside? The answer is yes, Kelly. It's quite normal. Some people,
both men and women, find great pleasure in anal stimulation. There are
others who don't. Kelly, you are learning the location of your
erogenous zones today. Do not be embarrassed. Was that what you were
going to ask? And did I answer it?"
"You sure did. Thanks, doctor."
"You're welcome. That's what I'm here for. Let's get on with the exam,
There was a slight pause. I gave him a smile of appreciation for being
so understanding. He seemed to sense the meaning of my non-verbal
response and in a very professional manner he continued with the exam.
"Your hymen is perforated so I'm going to insert my finger in your
vagina now to begin the internal exam. The clitoral stimulation has
probably lubricated your vaginal walls enough that I will not have to
lubricate my finger. Are you ready?"
His gloved finger slipped right in. He began moving it around inside
me. I felt him touching my vaginal walls. He withdrew his finger
slightly and the slid it back in again.
Those feelings of pleasure
were again sweeping over my entire body! I had all I could do to keep
from reaching under the modesty drape so that I could massage my new
found pleasure spot. My clitoris was begging for attention. What had I
been missing all these years??? I was in another world! Then I felt
his finger being withdrawn.
"I'm going to insert a second finger and then palpate your abdomen so
that I can check out your ovaries." He stood up, inserted two fingers
of his right hand. I winced a little with the insertion of the second
digit, but within seconds, found that my body had adjusted to the second
"Are you alright, Kelly?"
"I'm fine, thanks."
He applied pressure to my lower abdomen. His hand was half on my
abdomen and half on my pubic region. He gently probed around and asked
me if I felt any pain. I didn't and responded in the negative.
"Your ovaries seem fine. The constipation could be causing the elevated
temperature, but I doubt it." He removed his fingers from my vagina and
lifted his left hand from my abdomen.
He readjusted the modesty drape and disappeared again from my view.
This time he had taken the speculum down with him. He advised me that
he was about to insert the speculum so that he could do his visual
internal exam and the Pap smear. He told me to relax and to let him
know if I felt any discomfort. I felt the strange object entering my
vaginal cavity. Then he seemed to give it a slight twist. He
readjusted the light again and muttered a few unintelligible words. I
could hear the clicking of the speculum as it stretched my vaginal
opening. There were a few moments of silence and then he announced that
everything looked fine. He inserted the long swab, got his sample from
my cervix, and withdrew it. Then he slowly and gently withdrew the
speculum from me.
"All done" he announced. "Everything looked fine internally. The Pap
smear results will be back from the lab in a few days. Someone will call
you with the results. Did you provide the nurse with a urine specimen
"No. I didn't."
"I noticed a bit of redness around the urethra before. You may have a
slight urinary infection starting. That may be the reason for the
slightly elevated temp. If you can, give me a sample before you leave
so I can test it. An antibiotic prescription will nip it in the bud."
"One thing left to do and your exam will be complete. It's important
that you start getting periodic breast exams. If you feel comfortable
enough, I'll do one now. I want you to pay attention to how I do it,
because I want you to do them on yourself each month as well. Are you
up to it?"
"You've made me feel real comfortable today Dr. McLaughlin and I really
appreciate it. But, I get very embarrassed when it comes to my breasts.
I'm so much smaller than most of the other girls my age. I've even
heard some boys snickering as I pass at school. I'm sure they're
probably making fun of my underdeveloped bust line. I'm not sure I
could bear to have you look at them."
"If you choose not to have a breast exam today, I'll respect that. I
won't do anything to make you uncomfortable. But let me have one
attempt at changing your mind about the exam. OK?"
"First of all, it's very important. It could mean your life someday.
Detecting lumps early is the most important factor in treating breast
cancer. Even if you don't want me to do a breast exam today for
whatever reason, I do want you to promise me that you will start getting
them from whoever it is that you choose. Secondly, it's your body that
we're talking about. Be proud of it! I'm not going to kid you…By 18
you're very close to fully developed. Your breasts will probably never
be very much larger than they are right now. But let me tell you
something, young lady. If those guys in school are making fun of your
bust size, they're only showing their lack of maturity. Some women have
large breasts and some women have tiny breasts. And then there's every
size and shape in between. There are men in this world who like big
breasts and some that like them small. You will find that some men find
tiny breasts the sexiest thing about a woman. And I'll let you in on a
little secret. I'm one of them. Enough said. No more soapbox
"Wow," I thought, "This guy really has a way with words." Within
seconds of hearing him, I was beginning to view my breasts in a whole
new light. And as if I were on ‘auto pilot,' I heard myself saying
words that I never have expected to leave my lips…"Doctor, I'm ready for
the breast exam."
"You won't be sorry, Kelly. You made the right decision. Let's examine
them with you sitting up first. Let's get rid of these stirrups for
I lowered my legs. He removed the stirrups and I sat up on the exam
table. He asked me to remove the gown from my shoulders. I hesitated
for a few seconds but then complied with his wish. The gown dropped to
my lap. Here I was exposing to this man that piece of my anatomy that
had heretofore had been a major source of embarrassment for me. Then
some of my old thinking started to creep back in. Suddenly I felt my
face turning beet red! I kept my eyes closed. I couldn't bear to look
him in the eyes. Then I heard him say softly, "You have nothing to be
ashamed of, Kelly. You have beautiful breasts."
With that, I opened my eyes and a few tears fell. I had never met
anyone in my life that was more sensitive and caring than was Dr.
He began the exam by pressing on my left breast with three fingertips.
He started at twelve o' clock and went around in a clockwise direction
until the returned to the starting point. He then took my nipple
between his index finger and thumb and gave it a gentle, almost loving
squeeze. Again those feelings of pleasure were beginning to well up
within every part of my body. I closed my eyes and a wave of ecstasy
enveloped me. I felt my small nipples enlarging at his touch. Seconds
later, he removed his hands from my breast. I opened my eyes just in
time to see what appeared to be a grin slowly disappearing from his face.
"I think we may have found another one of your erogenous zones, Kelly."
With a sheepish sort of grin I replied, "I think you're right, Doctor. I
think you've awakened feelings in my body that I never knew existed
"My job is not just to treat, but also to educate and it looks like
you've learned alot today."
"That's a real understatement, doctor. I don't know what else to say."
"You don't have to say a word Kelly. Sometimes actions speak louder
than words. Let's continue the breast exam. Let nature and your
feelings be in control, Kelly. It's OK to let yourself go. There's
nothing wrong with it."
He repeated his left breast procedures on the right one. Again I found
my eyes closing and all sense of self-consciousness left. I was
enjoying his gentle touch. I wanted the clock to stand still. I wanted
these feelings to last for eternity. I was in heaven!
"Oh, sorry, doctor. It was wonderful. I didn't even realize that you
had stopped. I was in my own little world."
"Kelly, I want you to repeat the exam that I just did. My hand will be
there to guide you. Pay particular attention to everything that you
feel. Your breasts are perfectly normal. It's important that you
recognize what ‘normal' is. That way you will be able to easily detect
any changes. OK, let's give it a try."
He guided my hand over my left breast. After pressing over the entire
surface of it, he guided my hand to its center. I felt the nubby
surface of the areola and I then gently squeezed the nipple.
"Great, Kelly. Now you examine the right one without my assistance."
After I completed the examination of my right breast, he had me lie on
the exam table with my arms over my head. He repeated the exam in this
position on both breasts. This time I not only found myself enjoying
his gentle touch, but I was beginning to fantasize. I imagined us in my
bedroom. I could see by his powerful erection that he was enjoying it
as much as I was. We were lovers! We were in a wild session of
foreplay. Soon I would be his!
He finished the exam and I slowly and unwillingly returned to reality.
"Alright, young lady, your breast exam is perfectly normal. Over the
next few days, I want you to practice examining yourself in both
positions. You appear to be in great shape with the exception of that
nasty constipation problem and the possible urinary infection. Do you
have any questions of me?"
"Doctor, you've taught me more about my body today than I learned from
any of the books I've ever read; and my mother has always avoided the
subject. I'm sure that I'll have more questions once I begin to explore
my new found sexuality. But for now, I just want to say ‘thank you.'
"You're welcome, Kelly, but I'm only doing my job. Why don't you hop
down from the exam table, take this cup into the restroom with you and
see if you can give me a urine sample. When you're done bring it back
out and we'll talk about our options with this constipation problem."
He handed me a little cup. I went into the restroom, closed the door
and pondered the challenge of peeing in a cup without getting it all
over my hands. I did surprisingly well. I washed my hands and returned
to the exam room. Doctor McLaughlin was waiting for me.
"Here, I'll take that," he said as he reached out and took the urine
sample from me. "Now, we've got to solve this constipation problem. I
could prescribe a laxative but that will take about 6 or 8 hours to
work. I think it best that we go with the original solution…the enema…
so that you can get some immediate relief. Because you've never taken an
enema before and since you are my last patient of the day I think I have
the perfect opportunity to treat the constipation and at the same time,
educate you on the art of administering enemas. We of course also have
the option, if you prefer, to have Shirley administer it. What's your
"Will it gross you out if I ask you to do it doctor?"
"Heavens no, Kelly. As a matter of fact, you may find out, as I did
many years ago, that enemas, if properly administered, can actually be
enjoyable. Thoughts on enemas can range anywhere from downright
disgusting and gross to very enjoyable or even extremely erotic. Based
on your earlier reaction to the rectal exam, I think you will probably
find enemas to be anything but disgusting or gross. It's just one more
opportunity for you to learn something else about yourself today. Shall
"I'm ready if you are, doctor."
Dr. McLaughlin opened one of the drawers on the side of the exam table.
He removed a box marked "Fleet High Volume Enema Set." He opened the
box and removed the contents. He showed each item to me. "This," he
said, is an underpad. It will go beneath your bottom. This little
packet contains the castile soap that we'll be using in the enema
solution; and this," he said, as he unfolded a pale green plastic
container, "is the enema bag. It will hold up to 1500 milliliters of
enema solution. The tubing is approximately 5 feet long. And this
little gadget near the end of the tubing is the shutoff clamp. This
little green thing on the end of the tubing is a protector. It is
supposed to keep the pre-lubricated tip of the tubing from drying out.
You must remember to remove this before administering the enema. If you
don't remove it," he said with a big grin on his face, "and you try
administering the enema, it might disappear ‘where the sun don't shine,'
until some doctor in the ER takes it out for you. I always throw it
away immediately. First, to prevent the scenario I just mentioned; and
secondly, it doesn't do much good anyway. The manufacturer never puts
enough lubricant on the tip. Always have a jar of Vaseline or a tube of
K-Y handy for lubrication. Before I start preparing the enema, do you
have any questions, Kelly?"
"What is this black mark for?" I asked, pointing to a spot about three
or four inches from the tip of the tubing. "Oh," he responded, "if you
read the instructions from the manufacturer that mark is the recommended
depth of insertion into the rectum. As long as the rectum is not
impacted, you can safely go deeper than that. I'll be inserting the
tubing deeper than that when I give you your enema. Anything else?"
His final words about inserting the tubing into me suddenly
‘personalized' what was about to happen. I've never had an enema before
in my life. I hadn't even thought much about enemas before today.
After all, castor oil was a ‘cure all'…who needed enemas? But now, the
thought of Dr. McLaughlin gently sliding that K-Y coated tubing into my
backside was taking on erotic overtones that I would never have thought
imaginable. I suddenly became aware of the feeling of moisture between
my legs. Just the thought of an enema was beginning to excite me!
"Any other questions, Kelly?"
"Oh I'm sorry, doctor. I was daydreaming again. No…no more questions."
If he had only known what that daydream was about.
He took the enema bag and the soap packet over to the sink in the corner
of the exam room. He turned on the hot water and held his hand under
the gooseneck faucet. I watched as he turned on the cold water until he
sensed that the flow had reached the desired temperature. "That seems
about right," he said. "First we close off the clamp at the end of the
tubing. I estimate the water temperature to be about 103 degrees." He
spread the neck of the enema bag and held it under the stream of water.
Once the bag was filled, he turned the water off. Then he opened the
soap packet and dumped it contents into the bag. He gently shook the bag
to mix the solution. I watched as the bag contents turned milky white.
"After adding the soap and shaking the bag, you must remember to hold
the bag up over the sink…release the clamp and allow the enema solution
to force the air out of the tubing. Once the solution is flowing freely
through the tubing, slide the clamp back to the off position."
He turned around and headed back toward me. He was holding the enema
bag in his right hand and the end of the tubing in his left. I began to
feel that air of excitement building even further. He attached the
enema bag to the hook on top of a mobile IV stand in the corner. He
rolled the IV stand over to the exam table where I was sitting.
checked his supplies on the metal equipment tray. "Gloves, K-Y,
underpad…I think we've got everything. Are you ready, Kelly?"
The moment of truth had arrived. "I think so, doctor" was the only
response I could muster.
"Alright Kelly, there are several positions suitable for the
administration of an enema. I'm going to start with you on your left
side…just like we did for the rectal exam. So why don't you lay down
and turn on you left side again. That's it. Now if you can lift your
hips just a bit, I'll slide this underpad under you bottom. Great! Now
I'm going to lift your gown in the back. OK, now Kelly, if you'll just
pull your right knee up toward your chest a bit, I think we'll have you
all set. Great…that's it. Are you comfortable?"
Again the sense of anticipation was overwhelming me. I didn't want to
sound too overanxious so I simply responded "I'm fine doctor."
"Alright, Kelly. I'm going to put on the latex gloves just like
before. The first thing I'll do is lubricate you anus both inside and
out. The sensation will be similar to the rectal exam. I'll also smear
some lubrication on the enema tubing before I insert it. I want this to
be as comfortable as possible for you. Once the tubing is in your
rectum, I'll open the clamp to allow the solution to flow into you. If
you feel any cramping while the water is flowing, let me know and I'll
stop it. I will be reaching over your hip periodically to massage your
abdomen. That does two things. It reduces the cramping and it helps to
get the enema solution further up into the colon where it's needed to
resolve your constipation problem. Before I start, I'll adjust the
height of this IV stand so that the enema bag is only about 30 inches
above your hips. That will assure a slower flow and less cramping. I
can raise it again later for your second enema. By then we will have
eliminated the majority of the problem. Any questions before I start
"Doctor, I really appreciate you taking the time to teach me how to
administer an enema. I don't think I could have waited for a laxative
to work. And I uh…have a confession to make. If the reality of getting
this enema is anywhere close to what I've conjured up in my imagination
over the past 10 minutes or so, then you were right about how I will
view enemas in the future. I think ‘excitingly erotic' were the words
you used. To be perfectly honest, I can't wait for you to get started."
"It's nice to know that you feel comfortable enough with me to express
those feelings. And Kelly, what I said before still goes. Let nature
and your feelings control the situation. If you find the enema to be
erotic, don't be afraid to react accordingly. There's no need to hold
back. Don't be embarrassed or ashamed. You've learned a lot about your
body today and I'd guess that you might want to start making up for
years of lost time. Let's get started, shall we."
Dr. McLaughlin didn't even wait for a response. I heard the familiar
snap as he put on the gloves. I heard the sound of the K-Y jelly
squirting out of the tube. The anticipation was again building within
me. Then I felt his left hand rest on my right cheek. Then his thumb
moved to the crack of my butt. His thumb applied a gentle upward
pressure and a split second later I felt the now familiar coolness of
the K-Y jelly being spread on the outer surface of my anus. I held my
breath waiting for the gentle insertion of his lubricated digit…I
remembered to bear down a bit and then, ‘voila' his finger was inside me
again. I closed my eyes and savored every second of his gentle internal
massage. He slowly withdrew his finger. Out of the corner of my now
opened eyes, I saw him reach up to the IV pole for the end of the enema
tubing. He lowered it…I heard him applying the K-Y to the tip and
before I knew it, his thumb was again parting my cheeks. He slowly and
gently inserted the enema tube. Once it was in place, my anal muscle
seemed to grab onto it for dear life.
"OK, Kelly, you're doing just fine. I'm going to start the flow now.
Are you ready?"
If he only knew how ready I was! I responded with a rather subdued "I'm
ready." I still wasn't ready to let ‘nature and my feelings' control
Then it happened! The warm enema solution began to enter my bottom.
That initial stream of solution came in contact with my innards and sent
a feeling of warmth, well being, and excitement throughout my entire
body. I found it both relaxing and stimulating at the same time. I
experienced, at that one moment in time, a collection of feelings that
when combined together provided the recipe for sheer ‘ecstasy'! I
closed my eyes and savored the moment. The solution continued to fill
Suddenly I heard Dr. McLaughlin say, "I'll stop the flow for a few
minutes and massage your abdomen."
He reached under the gown and oh so gently began to massage my abdomen.
His hand would slowly move from the lower left portion of my belly,
upward and to the right and back down again to the starting point. I
was in heaven. Occasionally his hand would lightly brush up against my
pubic hairs and add another element of excitement to the experience. I
had never experienced such a gentle touch! And the realization that it
was a man doing all of this…yes, a man! Mother, if you only knew!
"Any cramps, Kelly?"
"No, doctor; I'm doing just fine."
"This is probably the best way to treat your stomachache," he said.
"Stomachache?" I thought, "What stomachache?" I had totally forgotten
my reason for getting the enema in the first place.
"I'm going to restart the flow now, Kelly. Remember; if you start to
feel cramps, let me know. I'll stop the flow and massage your abdomen
again. OK, here it comes."
He opened the clamp and I felt a renewed warmth within me. I had been
so preoccupied with the wonderful feelings in my backside, that I had
failed to notice that I was getting moist again up front. I think this
enema was becoming a real turn-on for me. Moments later the flow
stopped again. It was if he was able to anticipate when the cramps
would start. He again massaged my lower abdomen.
"You're doing just great, Kelly. You've already taken 2/3 of the bag.
We'll see if you can handle the last 500 milliliters. The enema will be
most effective if you are able to hold it for at least 10 minutes after
I've finished giving it. If you don't think you can take any more, let
me know and we can stop now."
"I'm not feeling any discomfort doctor. I think I can take the rest."
With that, he opened the clamp and began to drain the bag of its
remaining contents. This time he massaged me while the fluid was still
running. It was wonderful. Both sides of my body were receiving
attention at the same time. His gentle massage in the front and that
fountain of liquid pleasure in the rear. I began to feel my love juices
seeping from between my now engorged vaginal lips. I felt a few drops
fall onto my inner thigh. My clitoris was ‘screaming' for attention.
My pulse rate was sky high. I was beginning to moan. My whole body was
in a frenzied state. Doctor," I said in an almost frantic tone, "I
think nature's taking over. Ohhhhh doctor!"
"It's alright, Kelly. Just let it happen. Let me remove the enema
tube. There, it's out. Would you like me to give you some privacy?"
"No doctor, you can stay. I feel just great! But it's like I want it
to feel even better! I've never felt like this before. What should I
"I think you'll know exactly what to do Kelly. Listen to what your body
is telling you."
Instinctively, I rolled over onto my back. My fingers dove to that
special little spot nestled snuggly in between the upper part of my
vaginal lips. I began to rub like a mad woman. Then I allowed my
middle finger to gently flick that wonderful spot. Every inch of my
body was beginning to quiver…but just for a moment. The quivering
disappeared as my muscles tensed. I pulled up my knees until my feet
were flat on the exam table. My middle finger continued to perform its
pleasant chore. Suddenly, I lifted my butt off the table, arched my
back, let out a combination of moans, and screams. This was it! Oh my
God, this is it! Then I screamed "Doc-torrrr…this is wonderful! Oh my
God this is wonderful! Oh, don't let it end! Ohhhh! And then at the
very same instant in time, every muscle in my body relaxed. I collapsed
on the table like a rag doll. I couldn't move a muscle. I just lay
there replaying every second of the sheer ecstasy that I had just
experienced. I had never felt like this before. This was a day I would
"Well, Kelly I'd say you just had yourself quite an orgasm. I won't ask
you how it felt. Your actions spoke louder and clearer than any words
you could come up with right now. Do you have any questions?"
"Questions? Heavens, no. I'm still savoring the moment. I'm feeling
just great right now…Thanks to you."
"No, Kelly…when the moment came, it was you and your body…not me…that
made it all happen. True, I pointed out a few anatomical facts for you
today, but it was you who had to listen to those parts of your anatomy
and act on what it was telling you. Unfortunately, you were a late
learner. But look at it this way, Kelly…You will have a lot of fun
playing catch-up. And all of these things you learn about yourself can
be communicated to whoever it is that's fortunate enough to become that
special person in your life. You can educate him on your likes and
dislikes and hopefully, he'll do the same with you. Your relationship
will be a lot stronger…not to mention…a heckuva lot more enjoyable for
both of you."
"I think you've held that enema long enough now, Kelly. Let's see what
kind of results you get. I'll go out into my lab and check out this
urine sample while you use the restroom. That will give you some
privacy. When you've finished, just push this button over here and I'll
return to give you your second enema."
I sat on the toilet for about 10 or 15 minutes. I think I lost at least
five pounds with everything that I passed. I was feeling a lot better.
My thoughts now shifted to that second enema. I could hardly wait for
our next ‘session' to begin. I pressed the ‘call' button and returned
to the exam table where I awaited Dr. McLaughlin's return.
Within a minute I heard a knock on the exam room door. "Are you
decent? May I come in?" I appreciated his respect but at the same
time, saw some comedy in his questions he just asked considering where
his hands and eyes had been during my visit with him. The ‘consummate
professional', I thought. "Yes, come on in."
"Well how did it go, Kelly? Any luck?
"It worked great doctor. I feel a lot better." And then with a big
smile on my face, I added… "And I must say, it was a lot more fun than
castor oil ever was!"
"Great…I'm glad to see that you found the enema enjoyable. Let's give
you that second one now. Oh, and by the way, the lab test showed that
you do have the start of a urinary infection. It's nothing serious.
I've written a prescription for an anti-biotic that should clear it up
for you. Take 3 a day for the next 10 days. One potential side effect
is constipation. If you do get constipated, I'll leave you to your own
devices as to how you want to solve the problem…" he said with a big
smile on his face, "castor oil or a soapy enema…The choice is yours!
We both laughed at his last statement.
OK, Kelly, this second enema will be just plain warm tap water. The
castile soap is an irritant to the bowel. That's why it's more
effective for constipation. But I always follow the soapy enema with
plain water so that we can clear out any soap residue that may continue
to act as an irritant. When you're at home, you might find it even more
pleasant to add a bit of lemon juice, baking soda, or catnip tea to the
second enema. Some people find that the added ingredients make it more
soothing. You can find several books in health food stores or even the
library that can give you additional ideas. Experiment and find out
what you like the best. Even if you're not constipated, an enema can
be, as you have probably already figured out, a relaxing, enjoyable, and
even erotic experience. Are you ready for that second enema?"
An enthusiastic "You bet" was my response to his rhetorical question.
Dr. McLaughlin prepared the warm tap water enema. He filled the bag to
the very top. He held it up and opened the clamp to remove the air from
the tubing. He returned to the exam table and hung the enema bag on the
IV pole. He adjusted the height so the bag would be about 3 ½ to 4 feet
above my backside.
"Kelly, I'd like you get into the knee-chest position for this enema.
Once the primary blockage has been removed, it's a lot easier to take
larger volumes of water without cramping. I like this position because
it gives the water the best chance to flow high into the colon. It can
be a difficult position for solo enemas but it is ideal for assisted
It's the favorite position for many erotic enema fans because
it provides the ‘giver' a perfect view of, and easy access to the
recipients genitals. You may find lying on your back more suitable for
solo enemas. The water doesn't flow as easily into the upper colon when
you lie on your back so it doesn't do as good a cleaning job, but it's
ideal for solo erotic enemas because it provides easy access to the
genitals. Since our primary job here today is to take care of your
constipation we're using the ‘knee-chest' or ‘bottoms-up' position."
"If you'll get on your knees…that's it…now, bend at the waist until the
side of your face is on the table…OK, great…now, spread you legs just a
bit further apart…that's it…now place your arms wherever they feel most
comfortable. Great…I think that's got it. Are you OK?"
"I'm fine doctor…This is a bit different, isn't it. I'm ready whenever
He snapped on the latex gloves and lubricated his right index finger.
He used his left thumb and index finger to gently spread my cheeks
apart. I found it very sensuous the way he circled my waiting
passageway with his glistening index finger. Suddenly his lubricated
digit found its way into me. This was the third time my rear entry had
been invaded by his finger…and it still appealed to me as much as it did
the first time maybe even more. I would have given him all day to stop!
He withdrew his finger and replaced it with the now lubricated enema
tube. It felt as though he inserted the tubing a bit further this
time. He asked if I was ready and my immediate ‘yes' was responded to
with his release of the clamp. The feeling of the warm water flowing
high into my bowel was turning me on again. I could feel the increased
force of his enema compared to the first. When I detected the first
sign of cramping I asked him to stop. It wasn't painful but I did want
to experience his gentle massage again. He stopped the flow
immediately. I peeked up at the bag and found it to be about
three-quarters empty already!
This time he reached between my legs to gain access to my abdomen. I
thought I would die with pleasure. His massage technique was the same
as it was in the left-side position, but accessing my abdomen from
between my legs caused his arm to occasionally brush up against my now
swollen and no doubt, moist, pleasure zone. I felt an eruption
building. Between the warm water that had filled my rear and the gentle
rhythmic pattern of his massage I knew that nature was going to have its
way with my body for the second time today. I could no longer withhold
my audible signs of the impending explosion of delight. My cries and
moans were becoming more frequent until they all blended together into a
single uninterrupted cry of ecstasy. Dr. McLaughlin removed his hand
from my abdomen and his arm from between my legs. The middle finger of
my right hand quickly found its way to my now impatient clitoris.
initial touch was enough to send me over the edge. My body was erupting
with sheer pleasure. I could no longer maintain my ‘bottoms-up'
position. I flopped to the prone position on the exam table and rolled
onto my back. My middle finger returned to its secret hiding place.
The index finger and thumb of my left hand began to entertain my small
but rock-hard nipples. My feelings of pleasure and my moans of joy
continued through multiple eruptions of sexual ecstasy. Then suddenly,
as before, I became totally immobile. I lay there, my eyes closed, and
my breathing heavier than I could ever have imagined. "Wow" was the
only word my reeling brain could find to express my feelings.
"Are we ready to expel that enema, Kelly?"
"As long as these rubbery legs can find the strength to get me to the
restroom. I don't think my body has ever felt this totally relaxed
before. It was wonderful!"
"I'll leave you alone again. I'll be in my office. When you're
finished, you can get dressed, and join me in there. My office is at
the end of the hall to the right. If you need anything in the mean
time, just press the call button. My staff is gone for the day but I'll
get whatever you might need."
"It took me about 10 minutes to feel confident that I had expelled all
the enema. I didn't want any surprises on my bus ride home. When I
finished, I got dressed and joined Dr. McLaughlin in his office.
"How are you feeling, Kelly? Has the stomachache gone away?"
"Doctor…I feel great! If anyone had ever told me that an enema could be
erotic, I'd have told them that they were crazy! Boy, would I have been
wrong! I know what my cure of choice for constipation will be from this
day forward…And it isn't castor oil! My mother is just going to have to
accept the fact that I'm an adult now. Doctor, I can't thank you enough
for the education you've given me here today."
"Kelly, I'm sure your mom will come around in time. And as far as you
discovering the erotic side of your preferred cure for constipation, I
think that's wonderful. It's sort of like the icing on the cake. But,
you're probably going to find that there will be times that you won't
need the cake to enjoy the icing, if you catch my meaning. It's
perfectly normal and there is no harm in it. If you find yourself
having more than two enema sessions a week, I would recommend two
things. First, put about a teaspoon of salt in your final enema of each
session. It will help to keep your electrolytes in balance. And
secondly, if you take several deep, cleansing enemas, try eating some
yogurt to help replace your intestinal flora. Other than that,
experiment and enjoy! And just as an aside, if you have access to the
Internet, you might surf by a newsgroup called "alt.sex.enemas" or "ASE"
for short. If you can sort through all the SPAM, you'll find some
things that might interest you. And be sure that you access URL
www.blackhole.com/SPECULUM. They've got a number of stories you might
enjoy reading. And if you ever want to try your hand at authoring your
own enema or medical fantasy story, they welcome contributions."
"I might just give that a try someday Doctor McLaughlin. I'd better get
going now. I have a few other things to pick up at the pharmacy while
they fill my prescription. And once again, thanks for everything. Have
a great 4th of July. I know I will now that I've found a new source of
personal ‘fireworks.'…If you catch my drift!!!!!"
This story chronicles the events that took place during my last visit to
Dr. McLaughlin's office as a patient. Everything he told me that day
had a profound impact on my adult life. But the one thing that really
stuck with me was his comment about communicating my enjoyment of enemas
and the medical scene with that special someone when he came into my
life. I never had to do that. I graduated high school that year,
attended four years of college and then found the man of my dreams. It
was a man I had met about 5 years earlier. We've been married for 10
wonderful years now and continue to receive mutual pleasure from our
common interest in enemas and the medical scene.
Dr. McLaughlin was the consummate professional that day; although his
need to retain his professional demeanor in dealing with me has long
since passed. I hope you enjoyed my story.
Doctor's wife and Author