Aunt Kate let me rest the remainder of the morning. I stayed in my bedroom and tried to read, but I was too distracted by the events of the morning and found myself reading the same page over and over. My belly was still gurgling off and on and this also served as a recurring reminder of all that had happened earlier that morning. I went down for lunch which Aunt Kate had set out in the kitchen for me. She stood at the counter as I ate and watched me. She told me she wanted me to meet her in the cottage at 1:30PM. She reassured me that what she had in mind for the afternoon would be more of a relaxed agenda with no major hurtles or challenges. I asked her what we would be doing, but she just smiled cryptically and wouldn’t divulge what she had in mind, “You’ll see.” This left a little anxiety for me despite her reassurances that the afternoon would be more laid back.

I was now in the habit of “freshening up” after lunch every day, so I headed up to my bedroom and brushed my teeth. I then sat on the toilet for a few minutes to try to make sure there would be no delayed effects of my enema that would complicate the afternoon’s agenda, then I hopped in the shower for a quick soap and water rinse. I dressed and headed out to the cottage. It was a warm summer day, and when I entered, Aunt Kate was there waiting for me. She had on a sun dress that left her arms and shoulders bare. It was of a floral pattern and she looked so fresh and beautiful.

She gave me her usual warm welcome with a hug, then stood back slightly with her hands still on my arms, “Andy, I sent a sample of your stool from your enema expulsion to the lab for some special testing, but Frank has informed me that we need to send a sample that has not been in contact with tap water, so I’m going to collect another sample tomorrow. Plus, you had also peed in the bucket and that contaminated the sample too. I’m sure your rectum is likely to be empty for the rest of today because of the enema, so there is no point in trying to collect that now.”

I had forgotten (or perhaps tried not to remember) how when I left the cottage in the morning, the bucket with my messy enema induced BM in it was left on the floor. The idea that Aunt Kate, clean and fresh as she always is, had to collect a sample and then dispose of the remainder was embarrassing if not mortifying. I just nodded, but couldn’t manage to say anything. Aunt Kate returned to her desk and back to what she had been writing . I had closed the door behind me and it was just the two of us. She finished writing, got up and turned to me. Her eyes widened when she faced me. Wide-eyed, she surveyed me up and down, “Well! You seem to be ready to go, Andy! Someone seems eager to get started this afternoon!”

Without thinking much, I had stripped off my shorts and underwear and was standing there facing her, naked from the waist down. This is what had prompted her enthusiastic comments. Her reaction made me aware that I had disrobed without her asking me to or telling me what we would be doing. It made me self conscious that she interpreted this as me wanting to be naked for her and to have her go forward with what she had planned for me. I regretted undressing for her like this. I’d surrendered without the faintest protest, but then I tried to convince myself that at least this way it was me who decided to undress on my own. I still preserved my autonomy, hadn’t I? But then on further reflection, I concluded that it felt more like Aunt Kate had undressed me with her will and her presence alone. This was in part through my need to please her and present myself to her naked as I knew she wanted me. I realized then that I did need and was eager to have her reassurance and acceptance after seeing me in such a compromised state that morning, squatting helplessly over the bucket, expelling the enema and leaving a mess for her. Without consciously considering it, I presented myself naked to her perhaps hoping for this.

“I’m eager to start too, Andy! We’ll get going in a few minutes. This is going to be a new phase, but rewarding and easier.”

A wave of relief came over me when I heard her encouraging words spoken with her familiar smile.

“Hop up on the exam table. Just sit for now. I’m going to get some extra pillows to position you comfortably.”

Aunt Kate returned with two large white pillows. “Andy, I’m going to have you get halfway between being on your tummy and on your left side with your right leg bent and pulled up. We’ve done this position before, I want to make sure this is as comfortable as possible. You’re going to need to stay in the position longer and these fluffy soft pillows will help keep you comfy for the duration. One for your chest and head to rest on and the third for your right knee and leg. We can adjust them along the way if needed”

I took the two pillows from Aunt Kate for my head and chest and approximated the position she described. She used her hands to adjust me to her liking and put the second pillow under my right hip and right upper leg. This had the effect of raising my hips off the table a little and I noticed my penis and scrotum were quite exposed and hanging. I tried to avoid this by pushing myself downward to press myself against the table thereby hiding my genitals, but Aunt Kate noticed me doing this and stopped me, “No, No. I need you up. Keep your hips up. That’s it! Just like that.” I was dangling again and very exposed, but I was how Aunt Kate wanted me. It realized in my mind that if she wanted me positioned this way, then that was what I wanted too.

Aunt Kate collected some things and come up to the head of the table to talk. She sat on a stool so that we were eye to eye with my head still resting sideways on the pillow facing her.

“Andy, today is going to be more about sensations. I’m going to put my finger in your bottom again, but I’m going to keep it there longer. I’ll be moving it in certain ways and as I do that, I’m going to have you carefully pay close attention to the sensations you are experiencing. The physical sensations, but also how it affects your emotions and mental state. This part of your body has strong connections to many parts of your brain and so it can cause a wide range of reactions. We need to communicate openly and honestly during this session. I’m going to use just my bare finger. No glove. The skin to skin contact will enable us to connect and communicate better, including non verbally. My fingernail is trimmed very short and filed smooth, so it will not be an issue. And we both know you’re very clean inside, so don’t be self conscious about that issue. Any questions for me so far?”

I was still somewhat uncomfortable from the enema. “Aunt Kate, are you going to put anything else in my bottom besides your finger today? I’m still a little sore from the enema.”

“Just my finger today Andy. Just my slender smooth slippery index finger. Are you ready to begin?”

I nodded that I was ready. She got up from her stool and disappeared behind me and got her things ready. There was a pause in her activities and I felt her hand on my hip, “I’m going to use Vaseline to lubricate you Andy. It’s more soothing and it’s the best choice if you’re sore. Plus it won’t dry out — the lubrication it provides is very long lasting and ideal for today’s goals.“

I felt both of her hands now just above my hips. They were warm because of the summer weather. She slowly slid them down onto my hips and then onto my buttocks. After a few gentle caressing massaging rubs, she gripped my cheeks and I felt her gently but firmly spread me open. The touch of her smooth bare skin was so pleasant and soothing. There was a pause of a few seconds. While still holding me open, she moved her head up and was close to my ear and spoke softly, “Your bottom hole looks a little irritated, but not bad. We can go ahead as planned. The Vaseline will keep you perfectly comfortable. Next I’m going to gently apply some on the outside. Just relax.”

I immediately felt a very gentle touch on my anus and then slow slippery warm circles as Aunt Kate smeared it on me. “Doing okay, Andy? I’m going to get a fresh dollop of vaseline and press it very very gently just a little bit inside your opening.”

“I’m doing okay.” I was. I liked being with her and having her attention so focused on me. The cottage was perfectly quiet. It felt like we were the only two people in the universe.

“Stay relaxed. I’m not going to fully penetrate you yet, I’m just trying to gradually get you slippery in stages. Just some minor pressing with my finger tip.”

I felt the slow pulses of pressure as she pushed with her slippery fingertip. It was still outside my opening, so the sensations were of slickness, light intermittent pressure and a warm smooth touch. My nerves were calmed with the rhythmic predictability she used. She seemed to sense this, “Very good, Andy. I can see and feel how your anus is relaxing so nicely for me. Keep up the good work. Stay relaxed. I want you to focus on how my finger feels to you as I’m doing this. Think about it for a moment and gather your thoughts, then tell me.”

There was a silence as I considered her request. I had been very focused on the sensations, but they were so hard to put into words. And harder still to overcome my reluctance to voice them honestly and accurately. Was she asking me this to embarrass me? I didn’t really think so, but still. I tried to be intentionally vague and evasive at first, “It feels okay.”

Of course she wasn’t going to let me off the hook so easy, “Well, I’m glad it feels “okay,” but you’re going to have to do better than that for me! Take your time. There’s no rush. As I tried to get at earlier, this is the theme for the afternoon — communication. There won’t be any physical challenges, but it may be a bit more difficult for you to share with me your honest physical sensations and emotions.”

As always, I felt a need to provide my Aunt Kate with whatever she wanted from me. I tried to force my emotional state into words, “I feel calm. I feel like it is going to be okay and that you will do what’s best for me. It still makes me feel embarrassed for you to look at me so closely back there and to touch me. But I almost want you to give me your attention this way.”

“That’s so good to hear Andy. You expressed yourself so well. Keep thinking about how you’re experiencing this.”

She continued with the gentle probes with her fingertip and I could feel it making slight intrusions into the sensitive outer funnel of my anal canal. The sticky coating of vaseline created audible soft clicks and pops when her fingertip came and went back and forth with my anus. Her words gave me pleasure and an eager anticipation to go forward with whatever she had in mind. I let out a quiet sigh of further relaxation and calm and this seemed to please Aunt Kate immensely, “Yes, sweetheart. Stay relaxed! I won’t hurt you. I can tell you’re ready to take my finger fully inside you. How does it make you feel when I tell you I’m about to fully penetrate your bottom with my finger? That I’m going to push it in all the way and go deep into your rectum?”

My thoughts to this question came more easily, “I still get a little nervous when you tell me that you’re going to do that to me, Aunt Kate. But I know that you’ll be gentle. You always are. I know you want me to relax and keep my bottom in place for you. I know I need to keep my bottom hole relaxed for you.”

“Yes, Andy. That’s good. And how do you expect it is going to feel when my finger goes up inside you?”

I thought hard about this. So difficult to find the words, “Well…It’s always a strong funny feeling. Awkward and slightly uncomfortable. I still get some of that feeling like I have to poop and that makes me jittery.”

“I understand. Try not to be jittery. You’re going to do just fine.”

I felt her put her left forearm over my bottom at the edge of my lower back and at the same time, grasping one of my right buttocks with her left hand as if to keep me still and to keep me spread open. “When I count to three, I’m going to go all the way into your rectum. Steady, firm, but gentle. Very slippery and very comfortable for you. Her voice had become slow and whispery, yet with an undertone of excitement and eager anticipation: “One. Two. Three! ….Yessss! Right up your bottom! Very good! Just accept my finger all the way inside you. Oh, Andy! I’m all the way in. You stayed relaxed beautifully! I can feel the firm rings of your anal muscles, but they are nice and relaxed. It’s so good that you’re able to allow yourself to be penetrated like this. You didn’t flinch at all and your breathing stayed nice and steady. I’m going to keep my finger all the way inside you, but hold it perfectly still for a few minutes to help you gather yourself for the next phase. You did very well!”