I was dating a girl who had been to a boarding school close to where I went to school.
We were comparing notes one day about our respective schools and the traditions etc.
Suddenly, and without warning, she calmly tells me about the Matron in her school. She told me so casually that I had a hard time grasping what she was saying. To begin with, I got an erection before she was halfway through the first sentence.
It seems the matron and her nursing staff gave enemas as a cure for everything from a cold to constipation. Somehow i managed to appear calm as I pressed her for details of what she meant.
She had no qualms in going into explicit detail as to what happened, where and how.
She had arrived at the school when she was 14 and was soon introduced to the regime that would happen for the next four years.
Every night before bed all the girls would walk past Matron and the Headmistress. The headmistress would just say “goodnight” to each girl and each girl was required to say “yes” or “no” to Matron. If you said “no” it meant you had not had a bowel movement that day and were sent to the sickbay to wait for Matron.
She had been warned about this, but had not been told what would happen if she said “no”. Even though she always said “yes” she was still not let into the consequences of a “no” response.
After about a month she decided to say “no” to see what would happen. She, along with two other girls, was made to get ready for bed and then report to sickbay.
They were made to wait outside the treatment room until Matron arrived. When she did, she informed them that there was only one treatment for constipation and that was a soapy enema.
After about twenty minutes the nurse came out and told the first girl that Matron was ready for her.
Mary told me that the smell of soap permeated the whole room and as she had never heard of an enema had no idea what the significance was.
After 30 minutes the first girl came flying out of the treatment room and ran to the toilet located just outside sickbay,
The nurse then told the second girl to follow her and the treatment room door was shut behind her.
I was both curious and scared as to what was happening when the first girl returned from the toilet and proceeded to tell me in detail all that had happened. This wasn't her first time so she wasn't shy about telling me everything.
Shortly after, the second girl came flying out clutching her nightie and ran to the same toilet.
I was almost crying by now as I knew what was about to happen when the nurse came out and asked me to follow her .
When I entered the room I was told to remove my nightie and lie on my left side on the treatment table. I knew what I was supposed to do as the first girl had explained it all to me. Matron then wheeled in a trolly with a huge bowl of soapy water and, what I later discovered, was called a Higginson syringe.
This bowl was placed next to me as Matron pumped the syringe to expel all the air as she placed it in the bowl.
My right leg was pushed up to my chest and then Matron lifted my cheek and inserted a vaseline-covered finger deep into my rectum.
After withdrawing it she inserted the nozzle and started pumping the fluid into her.
She wasn't shy to confess that she loved the sensations as the fluid shot into her.
The next person flying from the room was her and she told me she was hooked from that day on.
Turns out that many girls actually loved getting enemas and that she knew who they were because they would say “no” on a regular basis.
Was this the first girl I administered an enema to? Of course, it was, but that's another story.