I have liked rectal stimulation, and enemas in particular, ever since I
was a young girl and my mother would take my temperature rectally.
Sometimes she followed up the temperature-taking with an enema if I was
running a high fever.
When she said, "I'm going to have to take your temperature now," I would
feel a strange flush come over me as I anticipated her spreading my
buttocks open as I lay across her lap and inserting the thickly
lubricated thermometer into my bottom. She used a rectal thermometer
even when I was a teenager, and the procedure was usually the same: I
would lie on my bed and wait for her to fetch the thermometer and the
jar of vaseline. She entered my room and sat on my bed. She was careless
about leaving the door open, and the anxiety of wondering if someone
would pass by and see me with the thermometer jutting from my anus added
to my arousal.
As I watched, she would shake down the stubby-tipped thermometer and
then dip it into the vaseline and scoop up a large dollop of jelly on
the bulb. I would stand up and then she helped me position myself across
her lap with my ass bent and sticking up in the air. She would pull my
panties down to my knees, and I could feel the cool air on my bare butt
cheeks and thighs. I knew my anus and vaginal lips were clearly visible
to her, especially when she used her left hand to open my buttocks wide
apart. I was usually already quite wet as she slid the rectal
thermometer in place, but she never commented, and I don't really know
if she noticed my state of arousal. My excitement increased if she
happened to twirl the thermometer around while it was in my fanny.
I recently had to be admitted to the hospital, and while I was in there
I had an enema experience that will stay with me for a long time. The
nurse who was assigned to me was a very attractive young woman with a
no-nonsense air. She seemed to enjoy bossing around a 40 year old woman.
On the second morning, my doctor came in while she was making my bed,
and he told me that he was going to order the nurse to give me an enema
before my surgery. She nodded and looked at me with a smug smile,
knowing I was going to have to submit to the procedure from her.
I felt humiliated at the thought of receiving an enema from this young
nurse, but in spite of myself I was turned on at the thought of it, too.
Later that afternoon the time came for my enema. The nurse came in with
a cart on which all the enema supplies were laid out in plain view. I
saw the very long, fat rectal tube that was going to be attached to a
large clear enema bag. The nozzle on the end of the tubing was green and
very thick, with holes along the side and on its tip. I wondered how it
would feel inside my rectum. I didn't have long to wait to find out.
The nurse opened a packet of soap into the enema bag and filled the bag
with warm water until it bulged. She attached the rectal tube to it and
lubricated the nozzle thoroughly with KY jelly.
After hanging the bag from an IV stand next to my bed, she ordered me to
take a knee/chest position with my head down. My bare bottom was
sticking up in the air, and she pushed my knees apart until my asshole
was spread wide open. I was mortified to feel my pussy moistening as she
positioned me thus and then used her finger to rub KY around my open
When she inserted the fat enema nozzle into my bottom, I moaned with
pleasure accidentally as I felt it go into my butt. She clicked open the
stopcock and warm water began to pulse into my bowels. My wetness spread
as I felt the enema filling me. The nurse held the tube in my bottom,
and she occasionally pumped it in and out of my rear, which caused me to
moan and groan even more.
I was so embarrassed to think that she knew I was excited by the enema.
The thought of it being administered by such an attractive nurse added
to my excitement. I squirmed as the bag emptied and the pressure from
the water increased a lot.
To my surprise, the nurse smacked me hard on my right butt cheek when I
squirmed. I purposely complained to her about the amount of water and
the length of time it was taking, and she spanked me hard with a good 10
or 20 blows. I had never been spanked with a rectal tube in my bottom
before, and this was a great new feeling to add to that of the enema.
When the enema was almost over, a young candy-striper walked into my
room. She saw me there on the bed on my elbows and knees with the rectal
tube snaking out of my bottom, and she quickly excused herself. The
nurse chuckled under her breath at my predicament as she slowly withdrew
the nozzle from my butt. My anus clamped shut when the plug popped out
of my derriere.
I stayed with my ass in the air until the nurse gave me permission to
expel the enema. It seemed like an eternity until I could cover myself
Even though my nurse was domineering, I look forward to the next time my
doctor says, "The nurse will have to give you an enema today.