Emma woke up to Chris handing her a cup of herbal tea, telling her that she had slept for nearly ten hours. Emma still felt tired, but sat up to sip the tea. “Still no trip to the bathroom?” Chris enquired, already knowing the answer. Emma rolled her eyes and repeated that she was just tired, but not sick.

“I think yesterday proved that wasn’t true. Come on Honey, you’re burning up, we’ll get you ready for the doctors.” Chris stated, pulling the covers from Emma. She looked alarmed at his suggestion, but this time didn’t argue. Emma actually started to feel achy and uncomfortable, but still didn’t want a repeat of last night’s events. Chris sat on the bed beside her, rubbing her thigh. “Have you had an enema before?” Emma shook her head, not familiar with the word.

Chris took the mug of tea and placed it on the side table as he started to explain. “It’s a little water run gently into your colon to help clean everything out. Since you haven’t had a bowel movement and you’re not feeling well, it’s a good place to start with getting you better.” Emma’s eyes widened at the description. “No, no I’m fine. Really Chris, I don’t need that.”

Chris had gone into ‘medical mode’, as Emma called it, where he could be very stubborn. “Well we can do it here or we can do it at the clinic. I thought you might prefer the privacy of your own home. Which would you prefer?”

Emma was stuck between a rock and a hard place with that one. Chris didn’t wait for an answer, instead instructing Emma to take off her pyjamas and lie on her side. Emma did as she was told, which showed Chris just how unwell she must feel!

When he returned from the bathroom, he hung the bag from the bed frame and began applying lubricant to the small nozzle. He silently positioned Emma’s legs, pulling her knee toward her chest, before instructing her to take a few deep breaths and relax.

He watched Emma’s sphincter squeeze as he inserted the nozzle, hearing a loud “Ow! Stop!” in protest. He immediately stopped inserting, giving Emma a moment to adjust. “Does this hurt, or is it just uncomfortable?”

Emma paused, considering what he meant. “It’s… very uncomfortable.” Chris nodded. “No pain?” Emma reluctantly confirmed, and Chris inserted the nozzle fully. “You’ll feel the flow of warm water starting now. A little cramping is normal, but this isn’t a large volume so it shouldn’t be too bad.”

Emma squirmed slightly as she felt the new sensation, and Chris started to gently massage her stomach. “This will help prevent cramps, and help the liquid move around.” Emma was too tired to protest, lying resigned until Chris told her that was all the water. Her stomach was really uncomfortable, and she was clenching desperately to keep the water inside.

“I need the bathroom now.” Emma tried to get up but Chris shushed her and placed a hand on her shoulder to keep her on the bed. “Hold it just a little longer, that way we won’t have to do a second one.”

The threat of a repeat made Emma more desperate to do as Chris said. A minute later he removed the nozzle and watched as she waddled to the bathroom. After a while, Chris heard the shower turn on and cleaned up the bedroom. Once Emma came out, she dried her hair and got dressed into a casual summer dress as Chris showered. He dressed in his usual work scrubs. “Are you ready to go see Dr Shaw?”

Emma started mumbling objections again, but didn’t have the energy yo be very convincing. Chris let her silently pout in the car as he reminded her the importance of taking care of her health, and to do what Dr Shaw instructed. They arrived quickly, Emma dragging her feet inside. “Hello again Chris, Emma,” the doctor greeted them as if they were old friends. “Not feeling better yet?”

“No, she slept well but still feels hot.” The doctor nodded as Chris spoke. “And what was her temperature this morning?” Chris stroked Emma’s blonde hair as he discussed her with Dr Shaw. “Oh we haven’t check that this morning.”

“No problem, why don’t you take Emma into exam room 1 and do the preliminaries. I’ll join you in a few minutes.” With that, Chris ushered Emma into a room that looked like any other doctors office, but maybe a bit bigger. A large exam table dominated the middle of the room, heavily padded in vinyl with white paper over the middle. Chris immediately grabbed a small gown from a drawer and turned to Emma. “Let’s get you undressed and put this on.

Obediently, Emma lifted her arms over her head as Chris pulled off her dress, exposing a light pink bra. Reaching behind her, Chris unhooked the bra, but Emma instinctively caught it and held it to cover her chest. “No arguments today, you’ll get a full exam. There is no reason to be shy, everyone here is a medical professional.” Emma didn’t feel shy, she felt humiliated and exposed as the bra was placed with her other clothes, leaving her with only the matching pink panties. Chris tied the gown in the back, giving her a little coverage before recording her height and weight. Chris noted her blood pressure was high and pulse was fast, but that was likely due to stress rather than any other factor.

Emma winced as Chris snapped on gloves and gave the familiar instruction to lie on her tummy and pull down her panties. To Chris’ surprise, Emma did as she was told. Chris applied plenty of lubricant to the thermometer, but Emma still groaned as he inserted it, holding it in place. Chris watched her sphincter squeezing and relaxing, trying to get used to the invasion.

As her temperature was registering Dr Shaw entered the exam room, greeting them both again before reading over Chris’ notes. Once the thermometer beeped, Chris added that to the file and informed Emma her temp has risen to 102. Emma nodded, starting to admit that she was sick, and too tired to really argue with Chris or Dr Shaw.

The doctor took over the examination, letting Chris hand her the otoscope and ophthalmoscope as she looked in eyes and ears. While holding a tongue depressor in her mouth, the doctor warned “I’m going to take a swab of your throat Emma, this might be a little uncomfortable.” Unable to object, Emma gagged as the tip rubbed against the very back of her throat. Her legs dangled from the edge of the examination table as Chris lowered the gown to her waist.

“Just going to to listen to your heart and lungs now Emma.” The cold metal against her chest was unpleasant, but Emma did as she was told at each step: taking deep breaths, holding her breath, repeating “ninety nine”. Despite being half naked, this was starting to feel more normal after the dreaded rectal temperature.

“Hands on your head now for the breast exam.” Emma didn’t see how her breasts could be causing a fever, but a stern look from Chris stopped her from objecting. Instead, she took a beep breath and out her palms on the top of her head, interlocking her fingers, and closed her eyes. The doctors fingers made small circles, starting in her armpit and working toward her nipple, not missing an inch, before moving to the other breast. Once finished, each nipple got a firm squeeze lasting several seconds. “Keep your arms there and lie back flat Emma. Do you do self breast exams at home?” Emma pouted as the exam restarted with her lying down this time, shaking her head. “Self checking is a great way to catch any problems early, just feel like I am doing here for any lumps or bumps, any changes. That all feels very healthy.”

Emma moved her arms to cover her chest, but Chris had appeared on the other side of the bed to the doctor and firmly grasped each wrist, placing them by her sides. The doctor continued by prodding and pushing and tapping her stomach, as she had done yesterday, although this time with Emma not squirming so much. “Did the suppositories help that we gave you yesterday?”

Emma curled her toes and tensed involuntarily at the mention. “No BM during the night,” Chris answered, with a clinical, impersonal tone. “An enema was administered this morning which did help.” Emma could feel her face going beet red as Chris told the doctor all of the details of her most embarrassing moments, how much liquid, how long she held it. “Good,” confirmed Dr Shaw, finishing probing her stomach.

“Chris, why don’t you take our patient down to room 3 and get her ready. I’ll be right in.” Chris agreed, helping Emma sit up and retie the gown as the doctor left the room.

“I thought we were done,” she whined. “I don’t want to be your patient! I just want to go home.” Chris stroked her hair and kissed her forehead, trying to comfort her. “I know honey, but you’re doing so well. Let’s get to the bottom of this and then I’ll bring you home to rest.” Emma nodded and jumped down from the table, getting Chris lead her to another room.

Once they went inside, Emma froze. A large gynaecological chair sat in the middle of the room, with knee supports facing the door. Emma knew that if she was in that chair, anyone who entered would be able to see everything. Chris put his arm around her and walked her closer to the chair, closing the doors behind them as Emma found the energy to protest “I don’t need that, I’m not sick there. I promise I’m fine.”

Chris ignored her pleas, reminding her sternly that she hadn’t seen a doctor in over a year and they would be giving her a thorough examination. Tears appeared in Emma’s eyes as Chris removed the gown, and instructed her to step out of her panties, leaving her fully naked. He remained stern as he sat her between the stirrups, resting her back against the back of the table so that she could still see everything. He lifted each leg and angled her knees into the supports before widening them as far as Emma could handle, and pulled her hips to dangle over the indent, leaving nothing covered. Emma had never felt so exposed as Dr Shaw came in smiling.

“Thank you for getting Emma ready Chris. Emma you’ve had pelvic exams before right? When was your last one?” Dr Shaw spoke to Emma as she angled a lamp directly at her vagina, somehow making Emma feel more exposed than before. “Um…” Emma struggled to remember, “maybe a year, maybe two…” Dr Shaw sat on a low stool between Emma’s legs, putting on gloves. Chris wheeled a tray beside the doctor, positioning himself for a full view of her vagina.

“I’m going to have a look at the outsides now, you’ll feel my hands having a feel of your labia. Let me know if you experience any pain.” Emma resigned herself to what was about to happen, but still jumped slightly when the gloved fingers started probing. Chris watched Dr Shaw intently as she palpated the lymph nodes, checked each labia, and pulled back the skin to expose Emma’s clitoris briefly. “Emma, you’ll feel me inserting the speculum now” the doctor declared, picking up a large plastic instrument from the table. Emma squirmed again as it was inserted without lubrication.

Several clicks stretched Emma uncomfortably wide, grunting as swabs scraped and scratched along her vaginal walls and on her cervix. “One more swab Emma,” the doctor warned, as a swab entered Emma’s rectum. It twirled and wriggled around for a minute before Chris took the samples away to be tested. “Looks healthy Emma, try to relax while I remove the speculum.”

Emma sighed with relief, but the speculum was quickly replaced by the doctor’s fingers probing around inside. Dr Shaw’s other hand pushed firmly into her stomach, and Emma could feel her hands palpating multiple organs from the inside and out. What felt like hours later for Emma, the doctor removed her hand.

Emma propped herself up on her elbows, glad to be finished, until Chris came to her side and lowered her back down. “Just a little more, you’re doing really well.” Emma could hear Dr Shaw changing gloves and was filled with dread.

“Next is a recto-vaginal exam. You’ll feel one finger in your vagina, and the other in your rectum. It will just take a minute, try and relax.” Emma felt cold lubricant against her ass again and went very tense. “Bear down like you are going to the bathroom.” The doctor instructed from between her legs. Emma couldn’t bring herself to bear down, but felt the doctor force two fingers inside her anyway. “Ah!”

“Just try to relax Emma…” the probing restarted, fingers squeezing the wall separating her vagina and anus, before leaving as quickly as they had entered. Emma pouted as she heard the gloves change again and the tip of a finger rest against her sphincter. “Bear down now Emma, push like you’re going to the bathroom.” Emma did what she was told this time, letting Dr Shaw more easily insert her finger. This time, she swept around the walls, twisting to cover every inch. Chris watched as Emma trembled through the exam. Even after Dr Shaw removed her finger, Emma still shivered.

“You’re doing really well Emma, just a little more.” Dr Shaw announced. Emma couldn’t possibly imagine what she had left to be examined. “This is a rectal speculum, like what we used earlier in your vagina. It’s just a little bigger than my finger, but it will let us have a look inside to make sure everything is healthy.”

Emma’s eyes widened. Not long ago she had been an anal virgin, and just today she had had a thermometer, enema, rectal exam, and now this… “Bear down again Emma.” Emma followed the instruction hesitantly, immediately feeling her sphincter ache as it stretched further than it ever had. The large probe swivelled and made Emma scrunch her face, curling her toes and arching her back away from the intrusion. “Good, good Emma.” The doctor encouraged as she continued the torment. Eventually, Emma sighed with relief as the doctor removed the speculum and wiped the excess lubricant from Emma’s behind.

Emma watched as Dr Shaw and Chris stood to the side of the room, quietly discussing something Emma couldn’t hear. What she couldn’t understand was why she was still spread wide by these stirrups while they chatted away. Chris dipped out of the room, leaving Emma with Dr Shaw, who approached Emma, again standing between her legs.

“I know this has been a difficult morning for you Emma, and everything seems ok except for your fever. It is likely the flu that is going around, so to reduce your recovery time we can give you something to reduce your fever, some vitamin b12 to give your immune system a boost, and monitor your fluids to make sure you’re well hydrated. Does that sound ok, or do you have any questions about the treatment?” As the doctor finished explaining, Chris came back in carrying a small tray.

Emma nodded in agreement, adding a “Yes doctor.” In reality, she would have agreed to anything to get out of this gynaecological chair. The doctor smiled and patter Emma’s thigh, starting to explain “Good. The first thing we will do is place a catheter. Have you had one of them before?” Emma shook her head. “It’s a small tube that goes into your bladder. It may be uncomfortable, but it shouldn’t be painful. It will also allow us to get a urine sample to test. I’ll have Chris place it, if that’s ok with you.”

Emma suddenly realised why she hadn’t been let up from the exam chair. Chris took the doctors place on the stool between her legs, wiping a cold liquid across her lips several times. “Emma,” his voice was clinical again, barely sounding like her husband. “I’m going to put some numbing gel into your urethra now, which will make the procedure more comfortable.” Emma felt a prod into her urethra, followed by a stinging that made her squirm. “We’ll wait for two minutes to allow the numbing to take effect.”

Emma waited, listening to Chris rustle and tear packages, snap on new gloves, anything to distract her from the position she was somehow still stuck in. “This will be uncomfortable, but let me know if you feel any pain and we can stop.” With that, Chris unceremoniously started working the tube into his wife’s urethra as she clenched her jaw, jerking her hips. Chris inflated the balloon and connected a bag before telling Emma that he was all done and asking her to sit up.

Emma could feel the tube dangling from inside her as she removed her legs from the stirrups, moving slowly to not pull at it. Chris quickly cleared away the equipment that had been used, and started to tell Emma about the next part of her treatment. “Next is a blood test, and you’ll need IV fluids so we’ll do both with one poke. Don’t worry, Dr Shaw is an expert at making it not too much.” Chris did his best to sound reassuring, knowing Emma feared needles, but she still crossed her arms over her bare chest and and started to tremble as Dr Shaw tied a tourniquet around her upper arm. Chris held her arm out, supporting it as the doctor swiped alcohol over her elbow. “You’ll feel a sharp scratch now Emma.” The warning barely left Dr Shaws mouth before the needle was in, and Emma couldn’t help but watch vial after vial fill up with red. Instead of removing everything, an IV port stayed in Emma’s arm, reminding her that there would be more steps “later”.

“Ok, last part Emma, then you can get home to rest.” The doctors promise reassured Emma, legs dangling between the stirrups. “We’ll give you a b12 shot for immune support, and one to reduce your fever.” Emma’s stomach dropped at the idea of more needles. “Hop down from the table, and just turn around to face that way… Good, now lean over to rest your chest on the table.” Emma, now bent over with her butt in the air, bit her lip to stop herself sobbing. Seeing her so upset, Chris stroked her hair, repeating that she was nearly done.

Emma flinched at the cold alcohol wipe on her left cheek. She got no warning before the needle plunged in and quickly delivered her first injection. Emma’s tense muscles certainly made it more painful, but relaxing wasn’t something she knew how to do in this situation. After her right cheek was sterilised, another needle plunged in deeper, this time making Emma cry out. She couldn’t stop herself from letting out a sob as the burning sensation spread out from the injection site. It felt like hours, but within 30 seconds the needle was removed and firm pressure applied.

The trio went back to the first exam room, Emma thankful to be reunited with her clothes as Chris helped her get dressed. Now with a tube sticking out of her bladder, she was glad she had worn a dress. Chris thanked the doctor profusely, and Emma meekly added a “thank you” that was very insincere. “I’m glad I could help. Once you get home you can start the IV liquids, and I’ve included some additional suppositories in case the fever continues. If you have any trouble, let me know.”

Emma left with a bag attached to her thigh, but was grateful to be going home to her own bed.