The next day, I had to report to Dr Frank’s exam suite at 8am sharp. He was waiting for me, “Strip down to your shorts and sit up on the table, Andy. We have a busy day ahead. Have you had a BM yet today?”

“Not yet” I quietly answered.

“OK. I’m going to be checking inside your rectum with my finger today. If your bowels are functioning normally, there shouldn’t be much stool in your rectum. If there is, that’s a sign you may be headed for trouble at school. It will also mean an enema for you. That will help me examine you more thoroughly and also get you off to a clean start. Have you ever had a rectal exam before?”

“No. Never.” I wanted to run as I said this.

“It will be a good learning experience for you. Just follow my instructions and keep me informed of how you are feeling at all times. Slip your shorts all the way off and hop up on the table.”

I sat facing him with my heart racing.

“Turn over onto your side and pull up your top leg. Stick your bottom out a little. Good! That’s it. I need to have good access to your anus.”

I turned over and pulled up my leg. I could feel the coolness on my butt. Frank pushed my top leg up further and then adjusted my hips in a way that made me feel so exposed — my bare butt was pushed way out towards him.

“Andy, I’m going to use Vaseline as a lubricant. It is much longer lasting than KY. This is not going to be a quick over and done exam, so I need to keep you very well lubed. I don’t want you to get uncomfortable. Now, when my finger goes up inside you, you need to breathe steadily and slowly. But first, I need to observe your anus closely while you bear down for me. You’re going to feel me spread your bottom open a little bit more. OK, now push like you are trying to poop. Push for me. That’s good. I can see your anus opening some when you do that just like it should. I want you to keep on pushing every third breath.”

This was so terribly embarrassing. I was afraid I was going to fart each time I pushed, but I wanted to please Dr Frank and earn his positive words of encouragement.

It seemed like Frank could read my mind, “It’s ok if you pass gas as we do this Andy. Trust me, you’re going to be farting in my presence and more. It will actually help me assess the functioning of your anus and rectum when it happens, so try not to worry. Now,, you’re going to feel my lubed fingertip at your anus. Bear down some. Good! You’re opening your bottom hole for me when you push. Push some more.”

As Dr Frank pushed harder, the feeling got very intense and then as his finger started to slide up my anal canal, it was more than I could take, “Ow!! Ooo! Oh! My bottom! My bottom! Dr Frank please stop!!!”

As he withdrew his fingertip, there was a commotion outside as Aunt Kate came quickly to the door of the cottage, “Frank, what’s going on! Is Andy ok? What’s wrong?”

“He’s fine Kate. He’s just having a little trouble accepting my finger in his bottom.”

Aunt Kate had entered the cottage and I could hear her footsteps come to a stop behind me. I was so embarrassed to have my bare bottom exposed to her. “Well have you used enough lubricant for him?” She demanded.

“Plenty, Kate. He has a very tight anus.”

“Of course he has a tight anus!! He’s eighteen years old! You can’t just go ramming your thick index finger up his little bottom! Why don't you try penetrating him slowly with your pinkie finger first? I’m going to stay here to help. Andy needs me for emotional support and to help make this more comfortable for him.”

I was panicked to hear this and looked back at my Aunt Kate over my shoulder, seeing her in her sun dress and gardening gloves, “No Aunt Kate, I’ll be fine. You don’t have to stay! Really!”

“Andy, I know you’re embarrassed, but you don’t realize what you’re in for this week. This is just the start. A woman knows how to keep you comfortable. I know what’s needed to keep your bottom comfy and your mind at ease. You need to trust me.”