When we got back to the house, Frank dropped me off in the driveway and then drove off. He said he had some errands to do. I slowly walked up to the back door, my guts still churning with cramps every few steps. When I got inside, I felt so lightheaded that I had to immediately lay down on the couch. Kate heard me come in and found me there.

“Andy, what’s wrong? Are you sick?”

I could only shake me head no, but I was very unconvincing.

“Let me take you upstairs and get you into bed.”

She helped me up, and we slowly walked up the stairs together. I was just about to walk into my bedroom when a more severe cramp hit me, and I quickly took a detour for the upstairs bathroom. I couldn’t even close the door behind me I was so frantic to get my shorts down and sit down on the toilet. Kate followed me and was standing in the door watching me as I hunched forward clutching my belly, groaning. I had to bear down to try to relieve my urge even with the prospect of doing so right in front of her. I only expelled asmall amount of drippy liquid and gas, creating an embarrassing long bubbling dribbling sound. My shorts and underwear were down around my lower legs with the fabric of the crotch spread taut. Kate look at this and saw one of her pads stuck in the crotch that Frank had placed there. It was not exactly soiled, but certainly not clean. Wet, smudged with grease, and with dark bits of blueberry skin.

“What the hell is going on Andy? What did Frank do to you?”

I couldn’t tell her at first. She started to fill the tub with warm water, “When you’re done Andy, we’ll get you out of those filthy clothes and I’ll get you cleaned up with a bath.”

Once the cramps abated, I stood and wiped myself. The dry paper was very unpleasant on my sore anus. Kate turned me around and spread my cheeks apart.

“Your bottomhole looks very sore and red. What did he do to you?!?” Her voice with both concern for me and anger for Frank.

I stepped into the tub, and Kate eased me down into the warm water which stung my anus as I lowered myself into it. Kate put a rolled towel on the tub ledge behind me and had me lay back to relax more.

She now wanted answers, and so I sheepishly recounted the sequence of events to her, skipping over some of the more sordid details.

“Why did you let him do that Andy? You should have refused at that point or at least insisted that he be more gentle and considerate!”

It was so embarrassing. I didn’t know what to say. Why didn’t I? I wasn’t quite certain, but I’d wanted to be a good patient, a good boy. And I was starting to realize and admit to myself, I was beginning to like having all the attention that I was getting. That my butt was getting. I couldn’t admit this to Kate, but she had to have figured it out at this point to some degree.

Kate started to gently wash me with a soft cloth and mild oatmeal cleanser. My upper body first, then my legs. My thighs had a fair amount grease still smeared on them on them and needed more attention. She then moved on to my privates and gently lathered up my scrotum and penis. My penis swelled partially from the attention before she finished.

“I need to clean your bottom now. I’ll be very gentle. I know you’re sore back there. Turn over and get on your hands and knees for me”

I turned over and got on all fours. Having just admitted to myself that I liked my butt getting attention, I adjusted my position to more fully present my bottom to Kate. I got down on my elbows, separated my knees as much as the narrow tub would allow, and I arched my back and tilted my hips up. Kate saw me doing this, “Good boy”, she whispered. I then felt the warm soapy soft cloth gently and slowly clean me from my tailbone to my scrotum. Despite being so sore, it was a pleasant experience to be receiving Kate’s tender care in this way.

We both could hear my belly still churning and gurgling audibly. “Now that I know what happened and what’s going on, Andy, I really need to give you some enemas. The only way we are going to get your bowels into a more relaxed state is to get all of those irritating berry skins out of you. A couple of clear warm water enemas will get you some peace. I’m going to take you into my room to give them to you. The bed is bigger and you’ll be more comfortable.”