“Be a good girl and wait for the doctor”—those words alone from the medical assistant sent shivers down my spine again as I sat completely naked on the gynecological chair. Now I was all alone in the exam room—alone with myself and my nakedness. I looked down at my legs, which I was letting dangle a little—my white socks were the only piece of clothing I still had on. “This is totally crazy,” I thought as I let my gaze wander around the exam room: My eyes lingered on the exam table, the many drawers and sideboards, and finally, once again, on the two leg rests of the gynecological chair, which reminded me yet again that I couldn’t hide any of my body openings from the gynecologist here. He would explore every millimeter on and inside my vagina and my anus if he deemed it necessary, and there was little to nothing I could do about it. Sure, I could run screaming and naked out of the exam room if he were about to shove who knows what into my butt just to “look inside my butt,” but in that case, I’d have to go home without a prescription, and it would all have been for nothing. It was hopeless—I had to keep going somehow. Nervously, I shifted my butt back and forth a little on the paper pad and wondered when Dr. Fischer would show up. And once again, I got goosebumps when it flashed through my mind that just a few minutes ago I’d been lying here on this damn chair with my legs spread, he’d had his fingers in my asshole, and I’d literally pooped right at his feet. Man, that was disgusting and embarrassing…

So many thoughts and feelings were swirling around in my head—they just didn’t fit together. There was anger, too. Anger that my best friend Lisa, of all people, had recommended that damn gynecologist’s office to me. Why did she do that? That’s when it really hit me that, logically, she must have had to go through the same embarrassing and humiliating exam herself. So why had she sent me here without warning me at all that they’d also examine my butt and even pump liters of water into my ass? I couldn’t make sense of it, but I was just angry. Still, at that moment, something very intimate connected us again: We both knew every humiliating detail of this embarrassing exam and, at the same time, knew what the other had to go through here—stripping naked, a thermometer up the butt, a stool sample, a vaginal exam, a digital rectal exam, speculum with a smear test, recto-vaginal exam, then two fingers in the butt, two enemas with “supervision” during evacuation, plus highly intimate and embarrassing questions, all sorts of humiliating positions with legs spread wide and the butt hole exposed…and whatever else might still be in store for me. In any case, my stomach has never felt as empty as it did after those two enemas.

Suddenly, the door opened and the gynecologist walked in. He approached me with a smile: “I hope you didn’t have to wait too long, Marie. As Denise told me, the enemas went well, and you’re now fully prepared for the rectal exam with an empty bowel. How are you feeling?” I replied nervously: “Um, well, it was very unusual for me… I’d never had an enema before, and I had some pretty bad cramps, and the pressure was really intense. The balloon in my butt hurt a little at first, but then it was okay. My anus just feels a little sore now.” The gynecologist told me that this was completely normal and that many girls get their first enema of their lives at this clinic. That made it all the more important for the bowel to be nice and clean for the upcoming rectal exam. Dr. Fischer pulled a pair of yellow rubber gloves out of a box, put them on, and clapped his hands: “All right, then let’s see if you’re really clean back there—it’s always a good idea to feel around again just to be sure. So now we’ll begin the digital rectal exam with a clean bowel. Please stand up, lean forward over the gynecological chair, spread your legs wide, and stick your butt out.” I took a deep breath, sighed, and stood up. The paper pad was still sticking a little to my buttocks. I turned around slowly, leaned forward, and laid my upper body down on the surface of the gynecological chair where I’d been sitting with my butt earlier. My breasts sank a little into the leather of the gynecological chair beneath me. Then I spread my legs and felt my buttocks part on their own again as a cool breeze swept through my anal region.

“Now let’s do the same thing as before—you know the drill. Please keep your butt hole nice and relaxed and don’t tense up. You can press against my finger a little when I slide it into your anus. I’ll then feel my way all the way around to make sure everything’s nice and clean,” said the gynecologist. I heard him open a tube of lube and presumably make his finger slippery for the trip into my ass. A few seconds later, I could clearly feel his fingertip and the cold lube on my butt hole. Instinctively, I flinched again and clenched my sphincter. “Marie, stay calm, don’t tense up so much—otherwise it’ll just hurt more in your butt. Try to consciously let my finger into your butt; that’ll help you with future exams, too. “I’m going to insert my finger now,” said the doctor. I clenched my teeth, tried my best to stay relaxed back there, and let it happen. His finger seemed to drill endlessly into my butt until it was finally all the way in. It felt so gross with all that lube. I could feel him moving his finger inside me. “Your rectum is really nice and clean now—no more fecal residue. I’m going to feel around again for any hard spots or irregularities. I’ll be putting a second finger into your anus next—you know what that’s like from earlier. Just press against it gently and don’t tense up,” the gynecologist said in a matter-of-fact tone.

Instinctively, I pressed my pelvis harder and harder against the edge of the gynecological chair, but I couldn’t escape the doctor’s finger. I felt him slide a second finger into my asshole—and not exactly gently, but in one swift motion—I squealed loudly and instinctively stood on my tiptoes. My ass felt really stuffed again, and my anus clamped tightly around the gynecologist’s two fingers, which moved inside my asshole with a smacking sound, almost circling around inside me. With a moan, I lifted my upper body slightly off the exam table and jerked my head up, as the pressure in my butt felt stronger and stronger and his fingers pushed deeper and deeper into my rectum. With his other hand, he pressed me back down by the shoulders while he continued to examine my rectum: “Just stay calm, we’ll be done in a moment. Everything feels nice and soft and healthy so far—just as it should for a young woman. Your anus is pretty tight. Do you feel pain during anal sex with your boyfriend?”

“Great, now he's asking me something like that while he's poking around in my ass with his fingers… ‘We don't have anal sex that often—oh, well, not that often, anyway. I don't really like it that much, actually; sometimes it's a little uncomfortable, but my boyfriend is careful, so it's okay,’” I stammered, embarrassed. “We’ll take a closer look at that in a moment,” the doctor simply said, pulling his two fingers out of my butt. Visibly relieved, I sat up and took a deep breath—my anus still felt stretched. I turned around and saw Dr. Fischer holding a thin syringe filled with a clear, slimy substance. However, there was no needle at the tip—just a small, blunt opening. “Marie, you can stay bent over the exam table in this position for now; I’ll need to examine your bottom again to prepare you for the exam with the anal speculum. It’s standard practice here at our office to inject a little lubricant into the anus before a rectal exam with the examination instruments. It makes the whole thing much more comfortable when you’re well-lubricated back there.”

“Then the butt spreader will slide right into your butt all on its own—you’ll see. It’s going to get cold and a little slimy in your butt hole in a moment, but it’s only for your own good,” the gynecologist explained as I had to lie back down on the gynecological chair with my legs spread apart. I could still feel the lubricant—which had warmed up by then—from the digital exam in my butt and between my butt cheeks—and now I was about to have much more injected into me. I felt the hard plastic of the syringe against my anus and how it pushed a few centimeters into my rectum. Then I could already feel the cold lubricant spreading and filling my rectum—the disgusting sensation made me shudder and sent goosebumps all over my body. “I know this is uncomfortable, but it has to be done; otherwise, we’ll have a hard time getting the metal into your butt hole,” said the gynecologist. It was basically like a mini enema all over again. The generous amount of lubricant spread quickly and moistened my asshole from the outside as well. My asshole throbbed; some of the lubricant immediately oozed back out of my sphincter and ran down my butt crack.

Suddenly, the young gynecologist gave me another, almost friendly pat on my right buttock: “Now you’re nicely lubricated, and we can continue. I’m going to take a look inside your butt right now using an anal speculum. A lot of girls also call this rectal examination instrument a ‘butt spreader’ because it spreads open the butt hole so I can get a close look at the rectum. The anal speculum consists of three blades, which I’ll now insert into your anus while they’re still closed. Then I’ll turn the adjustment screw, and the three blades will slowly open up—gently and evenly spreading your anus. Don’t worry, this is a routine procedure and an integral part of every gynecological exam. It’s especially important for you, since you’ve never had a rectal exam before. So it’s high time a doctor shed some light on your anus. Please go over to the exam table, get on all fours, and stick your butt out nicely for me again.”