In the summer of my 18th year, I met my Aunt Margaret at her house every Saturday for clandestine ENEMA sessions ..sessions that went on the entire Summer! The year was 1962, a time when Enemas were "de rigueur" in most households. These were incredibly Erotic and HIGHLY satisfying sessions (for both of us!) and lasted for HOURS!! Aunt Margaret was a nurse who worked at a hospital and loved her job. But more than anything, she loved giving Enemas. LOVED it! It all began when she was 16, when she gave her cousin Robbie an Enema using her Aunt's equipment and watched him ejaculate. The look and feel of that Vintage Enema equipment and the power she felt when she made him cum got her hooked. Big time! She became fascinated with Enema equipment. It's probably why she became a nurse....and why she liked young boys! Margaret was very good looking and very sure of herself. Having been a dancer all through college, she had great legs (and a great ass!). By the time I was 18, she was in her early 50's and had lots of experience giving Enemas. She was still very attractive, had firm 36D breasts, great legs and a great ass. She bore an amazing resemblance to Betty Page (her hero). She wore low cut blouses that showcased her amazing breasts, loved lingerie, and wore a garter belt and stockings almost every day. Her skirts were short, and often times would ride high on her thighs so you could see the straps of her garter belt. That always caught my eye. She knew she was sexy and flaunted it, and I think she knew I found her attractive. She was intoxicating. I was one of those kids that started getting Enemas at age five by my mother and came to find them highly stimulating... sexual even, once I reached puberty.... right around age twelve. I had my very first ejaculation as I was getting an Enema. It was epic! I guess you could say I was wired for it from that point on. I especially loved having my temperature taken (rectally of course), which happened on a very regular basis....the moment my mother suspected something might be wrong with me. I would often fake being sick just so she would keep me home from school. She would then, of course, take my temperature, often times over her lap, and even though I did not have a temperature, she insisted I be given a cleansing ENEMA! Sometimes two or even three.!! It was one of the highlights of my early years. I would fall asleep reminiscing about it that same night, and yes, even dream about it. I had LOTS of Enema dreams!! They were always highly Erotic and occasionally caused wet dreams. I got a LOT of Enemas in my early years... once a week at least. I looked forward to and enjoyed each one..... immensely! Unfortunately, once my mother became aware of how turned on I got, she stopped giving them to me.

I knew Margaret was a nurse, and I would often fantasize and occasionally dream about her taking my temperature (rectally, of course!) and giving me Enemas. She just had that air about her... the Dominant Nurse.... which was very appealing to me! It was the way she carried herself. We were both rather fond of each other, to be quite honest. I remember she once commented about how handsome I was, and once, as I was climbing the stairs in front of her, she whispered “Such a cute little ass!!"

My Mother and I would visit Margaret often, and one day, by happenstance, I discovered her "little secret"! While they were in the kitchen gabbing about something, I found a book hidden under her sofa in the living room, by the artist Barbara O'Toole. It was a book FULL of Erotic drawings of mature women giving teenage boys Enemas, taking their temperature (rectally), and giving them over the knee spankings (OTK). I had no idea such erotic drawings even existed! One of the pages was dog-eared, telling me this was a page she was especially fond of… a mature woman sitting on the edge of a bed, rectal thermometer in hand, with a young boy straddled across her lap naked, his ass cheeks fully exposed, as she’s about to take his temperature! I breathed out heavily! WHEW! Just the thought of it!! I immediately imagined it was me and Margaret, of course, holding that rectal thermometer! It was also the page where she kept a sticky note that read "Remember to ask Judith when was the last time Jeremy had an Enema." (Judith was my Mom). OMG!! Within seconds I had a huge hard on! As I mentioned, I had experienced numerous Enemas growing up, but my Mother stopped giving them to me. As I stared at the Erotic pictures in this book, I realized how much I missed them. They were still sexual for me, and just the sight of Enema equipment got me aroused. I did NOT want Margaret (or my Mom) to know I had found this book, so after about three or four minutes of looking at it in “sheer” delight, I put it back where I had found it....just in time as they were walking into the living room. Close call! Margaret said "Your mother and I are going to the flea market for a bit. You want to come along or just stay here and watch TV?" I told them I'd prefer to stay, so off they went. As soon as their car was out of sight, I hurried up the stairs. I had always wanted desperately to see inside Margaret's bedroom, but she kept the door locked. I knew she was hiding something….( I sensed it), and was dying to know what! I kept thinking that one day she would forget to lock the door and I'd get my chance. My heart was beating fast as I approached her door. Would this be the day? I reached for the knob, turned it, and "click"....the door suddenly opened! Holy shit!! I was finally going to see inside her room!! I was incredibly excited... I mean, I had to find out more about this woman who kept this book of Mature women giving Enemas to young teenage boys... like me! I first looked in her drawers and then her closet. I saw all her sexy lingerie, garter belts, stockings, G-string panties, corsets, brassiers. Vintage lingerie. All different colors and all VERY sexy! On the floor was a stack of Enema Magazines..."Waterworks', "The Big E", and Enema Digest". Whoa! I picked up one and began looking through it. Pictures galore, all very graphic of both men and women getting Enemas, having their temperature taken … lots of description and Enema tales as well. I had a hard time putting it down. But I knew there was a lot more to see. On her bedside table were four rectal thermometers and a jar of Vaseline. At the end of her bed was an adjustable stand-up mirror with a clip on light attached at the top . Then I made my way into her bathroom. There was a door leading to a walk in closet so I opened it and turned on the light. OMG!!! I nearly fainted! "WHOA!" I blurted out. Lo and behold, in her large walk-in closet.....right before my very eyes....was an ENORMOUS supply of ENEMA EQUIPMENT!!!!!! FUCK!!!! It was like I had died and gone to heaven!! Hanging on the back wall were over a dozen ENEMA bags… all red...various sizes ( 2-quart, 3-quart, 4-quart….even 5-QUART!!). There were numerous Vintage Enemas in boxes on one of the shelves. In a large container were numerous hoses... (red, black, maroon, orange)... all with Metal shut-off clamps attached…(the kind that made that loud "SNAP!"). There were several Higginson pumps, a dozen bulb syringes with long thick nozzles attached, Bardex nozzles, Butt plugs, anal dilators, suppositories, white metal Enema cans (various sizes), boxes of black latex gloves, several jars of Vaseline, tubes of KY jelly, bottles of Castile soap, bars of Ivory soap, and a large metal tray with over two dozen Enema nozzles, all of them black, different sizes, shapes, and lengths, some with huge bulb heads! AND last but not least….. spanking paddles! (something I had also come to like, believe it or not!). OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It was an astounding and visually striking collection!! She had EVERYTHING!! “Oh, my God!!” I exclaimed.” “She’s an ENEMA NURSE”!

I could barely contain my excitement and struggled to catch my breath. NOW I know why she kept her door locked! WOW! She was an ENEMA NURSE extraordinaire! And someone who liked to spank young tushies! The sight of all those Enema bags, hoses, nozzles, bulb syringes rectal thermometers, and paraphernalia made me dizzy. And of course, as you might suspect, I had a HUGE erection! Pre cum was practically soaking my underwear and a small wet spot had formed on my jeans. Then I noticed another door at the end of her bathroom. "What could possibly be in here," I thought as I opened the door. It was dark so I turned on the light. BAM! "OH....MY.....GOD!!" It was her ENEMA ROOM...... where she conducted her Enema Sessions! "WHOA!!" Most prominent was a padded administering table in the center of the room. Stirrups were hanging down from the ceiling.... two adjustable chains with leather ankle straps attached. There were mirrors on all four walls as well as the ceiling. Spotlights and cameras were strategically positioned around the room....for extreme viewing and filming! In the corner was an IV stand for hanging Enema bags. There was a rolling tray.... for placing thermometers, KY, Vaseline, bulb syringes and whatever else she needed while conducting an ENEMA Session. I stood there mesmerized by all of this and immediately began to fantasize about being up on that table, completely naked, my ass fully exposed. I couldn't help myself. I climbed up onto the table on all fours and looked back at my ass in the mirror. OMG, what an Erotic rush I got! All I could think about was how much I would LOVE to be up here, in this position, completely naked, with Margaret in the bathroom holding a bulging red bag, about to give me an ENEMA! Was she in fact fantasizing about that same thing! If only that were true! She had a thing for me, I knew it! These thoughts were whirling through my head as I made my way back to her closet to get another look at all her glorious equipment. And that's when I got caught. "Found out", I should say. As I was holding up one of her 4-Quart Enema bags, Margaret entered the closet. "Well....! What do we have here?” she said… big smile on her face. She was delighted. “Looks to me like someone likes looking at Enemas. And … I have a hunch he likes getting them too. Am I right?" she added as she stared at my stiff penis about to pop out and at the wet spot from pre cum on my jeans. She knew right then and there what she had in me. Oh, yes, she did! And by the look on her face, I could tell she was quite pleased! I was outed! My face was red as a beet. I apologized profusely and ran downstairs, but the damage had been done. Margaret now knew ALL about me! Within minutes, we were out of there...my Mom and I. I was quiet the whole way home as I began to process the fact that not only did I know Margaret's little secret….she knew mine as well...that I liked …(OK, I admit… “LOVED”) getting ENEMAS! "What's going to come of this?" I thought. One week later, I had my answer!! (to be continued!)