Stéphane and Lise had been together for five months when Lise's parents invited them to their holiday home in the Lubéron. Stéphane was a little intimidated: Lise was not from the same social background as him... Lise baited him by informing him that the house had a swimming pool, which added to his embarrassment.

The car journey was somewhat unpleasant: Stéphane was feeling a little queasy. He thus had to decline Lise's mother Mathilde's offer to enjoy the pool before dinner. Worse, he flushed diarrhea down the toilet. He ate very little at dinner.

“When the meal was served, Lise and Stéphane went back to their room.

“My mother thinks you look a little...

- She's perceptive.

- When I told her you had nausea and diarrhea...

- Wait a minute, you could have refrained from telling her I had the runs...

- She was worried, we're under her roof, whatever. Stop interrupting me. She offered to make you take the medicine she used to make me take in such cases...

- Okay, I'll have a pill.

- If you have really bad diarrhoea, she has Imodium, but she prefers to avoid giving medicine for what can be cured by plants... She suggests making an herbal tea... er... to be administered as an enema.

- Enema? Does that still exist? Isn't that only used in Molière? [Molière is a famous French playwright from the 17th century. Several of his plays mock the quack medicine of his days and mention clysters, the old name for enemas.]

- It's used in naturopathy. So, do I say yes or no?

- And she wants to give it to me?

- No, she wants me to give it to you. When I was a teenager, I started administering it myself.

- So you're proposing to stick it up my arse?

- Please don't be vulgar. Yes, I'm proposing to treat your little tummy by going through your little bottom. You'll feel better afterwards!

- Are you sure?

- Of course I'm sure. Right, I'll go and make the herbal tea with my mom. You, go to the bathroom and try to empty yourself a bit.”

When Stéphane came out, Lise led him back into the bathroom. “Okay. We'll start by getting everything out of here that's twisting your guts.”. She picked up a sort of folding synthetic bunk that was tucked away in a corner. “Help me set it up on the floor.”

With the bunk installed, she invited Stéphane to take off his pants and briefs, then to lie on his stomach on the bunk, his head on the side she was pointing at. She took out an electronic thermometer and some lubricating gel and prepared the instrument. Stéphane, with his head turned, followed what she was doing out of the corner of his eye.

“Hey, why the thermometer?

- My mother always took my temperature before an enema. Once you take the enema the rectal measurement will be off, and it's better to know if you have a fever.”

She bent down, spread his buttocks and put the instrument on him. “Beep!”

During the measurement, Lise took an enema jar out of a cupboard, adjusted the temperature of the water by testing it with her hand, and filled the instrument, which she hung on a hook judiciously placed on the wall. As she did so, the thermometer emitted another “beep”.

Lise withdrew the thermometer.

“ 38,7°C ! A bit high... Well, we'd have to compare it with your usual temperature.”

She disinfected the thermometer with alcohol before putting it away.

“Stand on your left side, top leg bent, knee toward you....

- Actually, I'm not sure I really want to...”

Lise crouched down and stroked his back and buttocks.

“Come on big boy. It'll make you feel better.

- Are you sure?

- Of course.”

Stéphane turned around and got into the requested position. Lise prepared the cannula, spread his upper buttock, and inserted the lubricated instrument into his rectum. Stéphane gave a little grunt.

“Is this okay?

- Fine.

- I'll send the water then.”

Stéphane felt the warm liquid flow into his rectum. He had expected something much more unpleasant. In fact, it was going very well, feeling good with one of Lise's hands around him and the other holding the nozzle in his buttocks. He even felt his penis harden.

“Let me know if it gets uncomfortable... Well, for the moment it seems fine!” she said, her hand passed around his body noticing the slightly hardened penis.

But soon came a “cramping” sensation, a feeling of having to expel.

“Lise... It hurts now, I think... well....

- But yes, I'll let you have your bowel movement. Then we'll continue.

- Continue? Isn't that enough?

- Of course not. You really need to get rid of whatever's irritating your colon, and it's not with what you've taken that it's all gone. I'll leave you to it. Call me when you're done.”

Lise left. A little later, Stéphane opened the door and called Lise.

“Good. Get back into position...”

The second administration of water was more prolonged, the first having already evacuated materials and gases. Lise played a little with her companion's penis during the early part of the administration, before the discomfort of his bowels caused him to soften.

“I'd better get going.

- You've almost taken the whole can, can you wait until you've taken it all?

- I'll give it a try.

- Be brave...”

So Stéphane took his entire enema. He was in a hurry to relieve himself.

“Call me when you're done.

Two minutes later, Stéphane came out and called. Lise was waiting, a scented pot on the floor. She picked it up.

“Good. Now we can get on with the treatment.

- What treatment? You've already given me two enemas...

- Yes, to empty you. But this will be an enema with an herbal tea specially designed to calm your bowels.”

Stéphane pouted a little. His stomach was hurting a little after all that activity, and he'd already put his clothes back on.

“Is that really necessary?

- Yes.”

Stéphane grumbled, but returned to the bathroom. This time, Lise had him lie on his back, and prepared the enema can.

“Bring your knees to your chest. There... like that the little hole... You can now put your feet back down flat, knees up.”

Without starting to inject, Lise massaged Stéphane's belly with one hand, while with the other she held the cannula and groped his buttocks. Her hand went to his belly and grazed his penis. Stéphane hardened.

“You see, you don't hate enemas all that much! I'll send up the herbal tea.”

The liquid began to flow without difficulty - Stéphane had already emptied himself. By dint of rubbing, he was erect.

“Sheesh... Nice and hard and all...”

Lise began to masturbate him gently, even sucking a little on his glans at times. The interlude was pleasant as the can finished emptying. Lise alternated between belly massage, masturbation and a bit of fellatio, without actually seeking her companion's orgasm.

“I'm just helping you pass the time, until the herbal tea kicks in.

Finally, Stéphane was allowed to relieve himself.

“I suggest you take a shower afterwards. Then, will you please fold up the cot? I've got a few things to do, so I'll wait for you in the bedroom.”

And indeed, Lise was waiting for him, in her nightgown. As soon as Stéphane entered, she embraced him and kissed him on the mouth. Then she spun around and slapped him on the bottom.

“So, you acted like a man and in the end it wasn't so unpleasant?”

She took a buttock in each hand and began groping them, then passed her hand between his legs to tickle his scrotum.

“Take off your clothes.”

Lise sat on the bed and watched Stéphane undress. Again, she stroked his buttocks. His penis was swollen.

“Lie down on your back.

Stéphane complied and Lise undressed. She wasted no time - she climbed astride Stéphane and guided his penis into her wet vagina. Then she began to undulate on top of him, in a position that might be described as missionary but upside down.

“I like your penis, you know. And your buttocks too...”

She was speeding up. Stéphane knew her, he knew he had to stay horny enough to stay stiff, but not too much so as not to ejaculate...

Lise came.

“Now it's your turn to shake me.”

She settled with her legs spread, and it was Stéphane's turn to climb on top of her. He settled on top of her. After some vigorous penetration, he too finally came. Both lovebirds fell asleep.

Stéphane slept well, whereas his previous night had been troubled by stomach pains.

When he returned from his morning pee, he found Lise thermometer in hand.

“Morning temperature!” she said proudly. “Here, why don't you come and sit on my lap?”

Stéphane found his bare bottom across Lise's lap, and she took his temperature (beep, beep).

“ 37,4°C ”

She cleaned the thermometer. When Stéphane stood up, his penis had hardened. Ele felt his scrotum.

“Again?”

Then she laughed and got down on all fours, presenting her bottom to him. Stéphane penetrated her doggy-style. After a good workout in this position, Lise told him she couldn't feel her orgasm coming, and invited him to come in her if he wished, which he did.

Later that day, Stéphane overheard this conversation between Lise and Mathilde.

“Did my herbal tea work?

- Oh yes, Stéphane slept well.

- And not only that. You can tell he doesn't need catuaba.”

Stéphane was naturally embarrassed that Lise and his mother were discussing his intestinal woes. Curiosity got the better of him, however, and when he had the chance he asked Lise what catuaba was - another remedy for diarrhoea?

- Actually, no... It's an erectile stimulant. Mom heard us cuddling.

- We should have been more discreet. We should have been more discreet...

- You know, my mom told me that it's important, when you're with a man, that he's attentive in bed and gives pleasure. She's happy for me.