This is my first story. I hope you like it.

My favorite aunt Katherine died months ago. She and my Uncle John lived in Alaska. My uncle was a doctor that retired to take care of my aunt when she got ill. Uncle John was my uncle by marriage and I spent summers with him and my aunt growing up. They never had children of their own and I was the closest thing to their child. The year before I stayed the summer with my aunt and she helped me through the difficulty of divorce. I had caught my husband cheating on me with a much younger and thinner college student. I was devastated and my self-esteem was extremely low. Before my aunt died she asked me to come and stay with Uncle John for a month or so to help him adjust from the loss. I took a sabbatical from the college that I taught at to spend time with my uncle. I went to Alaska in October to help my uncle go through my aunt’s belongings and adjust to the loss.

Uncle John and I discussed how much we missed Katherine. Uncle John looked at me and said I reminded him of a younger version of Katherine. I took that as a compliment because my aunt was a beauty. I was a larger version of my aunt. She was a size 6-8 and I am a 12-14 with many curves, full breasts, and a large butt. At the age of 40 I realized that life was short as my aunt had died at 59. I was shocked at how cold it was Alaska when I arrived as it was already snowing. I know that my aunt and uncle had several freezers that stocked enough food for the winter. They also had generators and fireplaces in case of power outages. My Uncle John was so supportive when I was going through my divorce the previous year that I wanted to also support him through his difficulty.

The first week we sorted through my aunt’s things. My uncle was sad and we discussed the loss of my aunt. I relayed the message that my aunt wanted me to help him move on. Uncle John was very good looking to be 60. He was in great shape and had black hair with sprinklings of gray in his temple. Uncle John worked out 5 days a week and had gym equipment in his house. Uncle John was very kind but also authoritative. When I stayed the summers he was a yes sir or no sir type of person. If I misbehaved as a child I would have to go to Uncle John’s office and give an accounting of my misdeeds. He would then deal out my punishment. Most of the time he would pull me across his lap and pull my pants down and blister my butt. I really hated this kind of punishment. I tried to be good but seemed to get in trouble several times each summer.

The eighth day of being in Alaska was the first day of a blizzard. It also was the day that I had awakened with an upset stomach. I always get up early in the mornings but this morning I slept in late. By 9:30 am Uncle John began to get worried about me. Uncle John knocked on the bedroom door and asked me if everything was okay. I told him that my stomach was a little upset and I was just resting. Uncle John came over and immediately felt of my forehead. He stated I felt warm and he wanted to check me for a fever. Uncle John told me he would be right back as he went to get his bag. I told him that I didn’t think it was necessary because my stomach was just a little upset. Uncle John said out in Alaska that you must make sure you stay healthy. He came back shortly with his black bag. He took my blood pressure and said it was slightly high but that we could work on lowering it while I was there. He listened to my chest with his stethoscope and said that my heart and lungs sounded good. He also listened to my stomach and he said hmmm. I wasn’t sure that I liked the sound of that. Uncle John said he needed to take my temperature and so I opened my mouth. Instead he reminded me that the most accurate way was rectally and asked me to roll over. I told Uncle John that no one took my temperature that way anymore. Uncle John again asked me to roll over so he could take my temperature. I told him I didn’t want to. Uncle John asked if I needed to visit his office before he took my temperature. I was shocked but immediately rolled over. I felt Uncle John pull up my gown and pull down my panties. I was embarrassed for him to see my big butt. I was so out of shape since my divorce. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him pull out the thermometer, lubricant, and latex gloves. I felt a knot form in the pit of my stomach. I heard the snap of the latex glove as Uncle John put the gloves on. He pulled back my butt cheek and told me that I would feel a little cold as his finger lubricated my anus for the thermometer. I felt his large warm finger enter my anus and it felt huge. I gasped and Uncle John told me to relax that this wouldn’t hurt. He pulled out his finger and added more lubricant and inserted his finger again. Uncle John said I was good and lubricated and ready for the thermometer. Uncle John slid the thermometer into my anus and told me to lay still. Uncle John began to twirl the thermometer and pull it in and out slightly. I began to get slightly aroused. Uncle John pulled the thermometer out and stated I had a slight fever. He was more concerned because there was a blemish on the thermometer. He asked me the last time that I had a BM. I blushed and said a couple of days. Uncle John said we would have to take of that immediately. He asked me to follow him into his master bathroom. I asked Uncle John couldn’t he give me a pill or something. Uncle John said those ruined your system and he believed in using homeopathic remedies. I asked what that would be and he said enemas. I was shocked and said I didn’t think that I wanted an enema. Uncle John said that I was just like my Aunt Katherine and she had issues and at first didn’t want an enema. Once your aunt had one of my enemas then she asked for them on a regular basis. I took care of your aunt’s bowel habits for years. Your Aunt Katherine came to really enjoy them. I hope that you will enjoy them as much as she did. I couldn’t imagine my aunt liking enemas. In the bathroom there was a long bench along the wall. Uncle John asked me to take off my nightgown and get on my stomach of the wide bench. I didn’t want Uncle John to see my big breasts so I quickly lay across the bench when his back was turned. As I lay there naked I had never been more embarrassed. I tried to talk Uncle John out of the enema. He reminded me that he was a doctor and knew what was best for me. He placed a pillow under my head and one under my hips. I saw Uncle John get an enema bag out of the closed and then began to fill it with salt, baking soda, and soap flakes. I closed my eyes and didn’t want to see anymore. Uncle John came over and put on another latex glove and spread my butt cheeks. Dear, you are nice and lubricated so I will just slide this nozzle in Uncle John said. He slipped the nozzle into my anus and asked me to pull my legs up and under me and put my shoulders down and butt higher in the air. I did as he asked and he said that he was going to start my water. I was shocked as the warm water began to fill my insides. It actually felt good and I was pleasantly surprised. Uncle John asked how it felt and I said good. Uncle John began to rub my stomach and was pulling the nozzle in and out. It was actually making me horny. How embarrassing to get turned on by an enema. Uncle John stopped the enema when I got a cramp and rubbed my stomach more. He then continued the enema and I heard the bag gurgle. Uncle John said I needed to hold my water for 5-10 minutes. I told him that I couldn’t hold it that long. Uncle John said he could help me pass the time and I said okay. Uncle John began to circle my clit and I was shocked and gasped. He asked me if I wanted him to stop but it felt so good. I finally said no and he continued to flick and rub my clit until I had an orgasm. It had been before my divorce since I had an orgasm. I realized that it was almost 2 years. Uncle John acted like nothing had happened and said I could empty out. The toilet was behind another door in the large bathroom and as I emptied I couldn’t believe what had happened with Uncle John. I was so embarrassed but also felt so great.

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As I came out of the toilet wrapped in a towel, I was unable to look Uncle John in the eye. He was filling another enema bag. I told him I felt much better and thought I was okay. Uncle John said that I must have at lease one enema rinse. Uncle John told me to hop back up on the bench for my rinse. I quickly dropped my towel and lay on my stomach. Uncle John spread my butt cheeks and quickly began lubricating my anus. He pushed one large sausage finger in my anus and then added a second. I had a hard time getting his second finger in my anus. I began to whine and twist and begged Uncle John to stop. He smacked my butt and told me to be still or I after my rinse I would need to take a trip to his office. I quit wiggling around and relaxed as best I could. Uncle John continued to lubricate my anus and it began to feel good. I was getting more and more horny and could feel the liquid began to seep from my vagina. Uncle John gave me an extensive anal massage. Uncle John then advised me that it was time for the rinse enema. He lubricated the larger nozzle and then slid it in. It was slightly uncomfortable but it soon was tightly lodged. Uncle John began to start the rinse and it felt so good to me. Uncle John said that he wanted to make this enema feel as good as the last and once again he began to masturbate me. Then he added his fingers to my vagina and an orgasm soon followed. When I was done I realized that the bag was empty. Uncle John said that I needed to hold my water for 5 minutes. As I laid there once again my embarrassment was acute. I told Uncle John that I didn't think that we should continue doing this. Uncle John said we were both single and adults and there was nothing wrong with feeling good and having fun. I asked Uncle John how he was having fun? Uncle John said there was nothing more fun than assisting someone you love to become unplugged and once again realize their sexuality. Uncle John told me to go and release. I release my enema and Uncle John looked at the toilet before I flushed and said I needed one more rinse. Once again I found myself naked on the bench with Uncle John's fingers massaging my anus. Uncle John used the same nozzle and filled me with another hot enema. He allowed me to release the enema and then ordered me into his office. As I was emptying dread filled me and I realized that I was going into the office. I got dressed and entered into the office and found Uncle John sitting behind his desk. I began to cry as I entered the office. Uncle John wanted to know why I was crying and I said that I didn't want to be spanked.

Uncle John said he didn't bring me to the office for punishment but instead to watch a video. My aunt suddenly was on TV screen and said that she wanted to give me a message before she died. Aunt Katherine said that her only sadness in life was that I was going to be alone when she died. She and my Uncle John had discussed how much I was like her and needed a strong male figure to guide her life. Aunt Katherine said that she was going to leave me her entire fortune that would make me independently wealthy. The only catch was that I had to live with Uncle John for 1 year. If after the year I was not happy then I could take my inheritance and leave. Aunt Katherine said she wanted me to have options in life but felt that after the year that I would like to stay with Uncle John. Aunt Katherine said that I shouldn't feel obligated and her only desire was for me to be happy. Aunt Katherine said she wanted me to find true happiness as she did in life. I began to cry as I realized what a wonderful gift that I had been given. When the video was finished my Uncle John was also crying and said my aunt was a wonderful lady that he missed. We hugged and cried as we discussed my aunt. I told Uncle John that I wasn't very sexual and had a low sex drive. I told him that I wasn't really sexually attracted to him. Uncle John said it wasn't about sex but that he did love me and wanted to take care of me. Uncle John said that he would expect me to do as he asked even if it made me feel uncomfortable. Uncle John said that I hadn't taken good care of myself since the divorce but he was going to take great care of me. I was told that I would receive enemas and spankings as needed. I discussed my fears of both to him but Uncle John said he knew what was best for me. Uncle John then turned me over his knee and pulled my pants and underwear down. I began to shake and cry knowing what was to come. Uncle John said I needed a taste of what was to come to understand and overcome my irrational fears. Uncle John began to spank my butt with his large hand until it was red. I cried and suddenly it was over and Uncle John began to rock and comfort me. As he was comforting me I realized that it was the safest that I had felt in years. I decided to embrace the next year and whatever happened. Uncle John said that tomorrow he was going to give me a complete physical. I looked at him and reminded him that I was afraid of doctors and needles. He said that I would get over it in the next year. Uncle John fixed me a cup of hot chocolate with marshmallows and put me into bed.

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The next morning I got up and went into the kitchen to find Uncle John. He told me that he wanted to draw my blood before I ate breakfast. I told Uncle John that I had changed my mind and I was going to leave today. Uncle John asked me why didn't I want to stay? I told him that I thought about it over the night and felt that I just needed to go back home. Uncle John asked if he had done anything to upset me and honestly he hadn't. He asked me what I had to go home to? I told him that I didn't have much but it was mine. Uncle John said that I would have my aunt’s money, a house, and family if I stayed. I just want to go home. Uncle John looked at me and said he had a question for me. When the last time you had a physical or saw a doctor? I began to stutter and stammer and didn't have an answer. Uncle John said for me to get my butt into his study. I told him no that I was going to leave. Uncle John pulled back the drapes and asked how was I going to leave in the middle of a blizzard? I forgot about the blizzard. Uncle John repeated his order to get my butt in his study now. I immediately went to the study with my head hanging down. Uncle John sat behind his desk in the study and looked down at me. He told me how disappointed that he was in me. I never felt so bad before and I couldn’t look him in the eye. Uncle John asked me to assume the position over his lap that I had earned a spanking. I did as I was ordered and I felt Uncle John lower my pj bottoms and underwear. He pulled a paddle from the desk drawer and began to wail on my butt. I cried and kicked my feet to no avail. Uncle John reddened every part of my big butt. I was begging him to stop and he kept spanking me and telling me what a bad girl I was. He finally stopped for a minute and lifted my chin and looked me dead in the eyes and asked me if the reason that I wanted to leave was because I didn't want the physical. I was still sobbing at this point and tried to deny it. Uncle John began to wail on my butt again and told me not to lie to him. He paddled me for 2 more minutes and my butt was on fire. Uncle John again asked me why? I told him that I was afraid of the physical, shots, and the exam. Uncle John asked me when the last physical I had was. I was honest and said when I was 18 after I got married that I had a physical to get on the pill. Uncle John was speechless for a minute and then began to yell at me. He reminded me of all my family members that had died from cancer and early detection is key. I knew all of that but my fear of doctors was greater than cancer. Uncle John said he would be doing a complete exam and when the blizzard stopped then I would be heading to the hospital for an MRI to make sure I was clear of tumors. I nodded my head in compliance because I knew I couldn’t change his mind. He asked me why I was so afraid of doctors suddenly. I told him that I had a bad experience when I was 14 and I had been terrified ever since. Uncle John wanted to know what happened and I told him that I just couldn’t talk about it. He told me to go to his exam room and disrobe completely. He said there was a gown that I could put on and it tied in front. Uncle John said he would be in a minute. I was trembling as I closed the door to the exam room and began to disrobe. I continue to cry quietly but got undressed. I didn't want Uncle John to spank me again. I took my clothes off and put on the gown. Uncle John knocked on the door and then entered. He was wearing the familiar white coat and he carried a tray of covered tools. Uncle John asked me to bend over the end of table so that he can take my temperature. I heard the dreaded rubber gloves being snapped on. I felt my butt cheeks being spread apart and the familiar large finger with lube being spread in. Uncle John said that he wanted to state with something easy. He told me that I was doing well as he slid in the thermometer.

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I stayed still as he twirled the thermometer in my butt. He began to pull it in and out and I began to get excited. He said that time was up and pulled the thermometer out and said that it was normal. Uncle John told me to lie back on the exam table. I began to cry and Uncle John said it was going to be okay. I followed his instructions and was very careful because my butt was so sore. Uncle John said that he was going to take my blood and get that out of the way. I began to plead with him not to take my blood and that I was terrified of needles. Uncle John pulled out a really long syringe and filled it from a vial. He told me it was a sedative and that shot would hurt more than taking blood and he would still take blood. The choice was mine and I told Uncle John that I couldn’t let him take my blood and he wasn’t going to give me a shot either and I started off the table. Uncle John pushed me back down and pulled out restraints and strapped me down onto the table. I was crying hysterically now and begging him to let me go. Uncle John placed a tourniquet on the upper part of my arm, tight enough to make the vein bulge. He patted the vein and look at its size and said he found a good vein. Please just let me go, I asked. Uncle John said this will only hurt for a minute and will be over. I need to have your blood checked to make sure that you are healthy. He inserted the needle into the vein with a smooth, fast motion. I got lightheaded and started to hyperventilate. Uncle John smacked my thigh hard and told me to stop it. He filled vials of my blood and finally it was over. Uncle John bandaged my arm and told me that I was being a baby. Uncle John stood over me and looked me in the eyes and said, “don’t you know that I won’t ever hurt you intentionally when I am examining you as a doctor.” Yes, I said but I am so scared that my fear and embarrassment overrides who you are. I’m sorry. Uncle John said let’s continue on and get this physical over with the sooner the better.

Uncle John checked my eyes, ears, nose, and throat. "Open wide and say, 'a-a-a-h'," Uncle John said and he stuck a wooden stick down in my mouth. He used his stethoscope and listened to my heart and lungs. He used a rubber hammer to hit my arms two or three times, and explained this was to test my reflexes. He took my blood pressure and said it was high but it could be due to stress. "Lie all the way back, now." Uncle John then pushed on my tummy. Let's get a urine specimen from you and I said that I wasn’t sure if I could pee. Uncle John said not to worry that he was going to use a catheter. I began to cry and begged him to let me pee in a cup. Uncle John said that he needed a sterile sample. He put on new gloves and told me he was cleansing, my urethral opening using betadine. Uncle John told me that he was spreading the labia and now was locating the meatus. I began to cry harder and ask him to stop. Uncle John said this was for my own good and he was trying to keep me healthy. He explained that he was inserting the catheter into the meatus slowly. He advance the catheter until the urine began to flow. Once I calmed down I had to admit to myself that it was strangely erotic. Uncle John said, “See I told you it wasn’t so bad.” It seems that no matter how painful or weird things Uncle John does to me that I seem to enjoy them with the exception of the blood test.

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I am going to do your breast exam and he lowered the gown to my waist. It finally struck me that by the time Uncle John was done that there wouldn’t be a single part of my body that he wouldn’t see. I always hated my large breasts and was embarrassed that he was looking at them. Uncle John said that he was looking for tumors, lumps, or any abnormalities. He released my arm restraints and told me to place my arms above my head. Uncle John said he was using the pads of his fingers to palpate the breasts feeling for lumps and changes. He did my left breast and then moved to my right breast. He then looked underneath my arms and told me this is a common place for tumors to grow, Uncle John had me lower my arms and then again began to palpate my breasts. He then checked the nipples. Uncle John gently pressed around the nipples to see if any discharge is released. He told me how important self-exams were and he would oversee them from now on. I was embarrassed but again turned on even though Uncle John hadn’t done anything sexual. I don’t know what is wrong with me or if he just exudes sexuality. I have never been so horny in my life.

Uncle John released my leg restraints and had me scoot to the bottom of the table with my feet in the stirrups. I promised him that I would be good and he didn’t need to restrain me anymore. He laughed and then re-attached all the restraints and said it was for my safety. Now I will be probing and feeling internally to check your vulva, labia, ovaries, and rectum. If you stay relaxed, it won’t hurt and remember that I have seen everything you have before. Uncle John asked if I even remember my previous exam? I told him the truth this time and that the exam at 18 wasn’t a complete exam because I got so upset that the doctor stopped and just gave me a prescription for birth control pills. Uncle John stopped and began to shake his head. He pulled the tray out and showed me the speculum and the long cotton swabs that he would use to scrape onto the slides. He then sat down on a stool between my legs and pulled my gown off of me and said that we wouldn’t need it for the rest of the exam. He put on a new pair of latex gloves and I realized what was next and began to tense. Uncle John said, “now I am going to touch you and I need you to relax your legs and let your knees fall to the side.” I did what he told me and tried to breath deep. Uncle Johns said, “ I will first insert an instrument into your vagina called a speculum to see the entire vagina and the lower part of the uterus, called the cervix and it will be well lubricated.” “It shouldn’t hurt but may feel tight but first I am going to insert my finger in order to guide the speculum.” I feel his large lubricated finger enter my vagina and then the speculum begin to slide in. I never felt so full in my life. Uncle John said, “that he will take a sample of cells from the cervix and uses a small brush/swab to gently scrape a sample of cells from my cervix and then smears the sample of cells on a glass slide.” He says that everything looks good and he is done with the sample. He asked me if I wanted to look at my cervix and he had a mirror. I immediately told him no and he said that we could visit this at a later date and laughed. He closed the speculum and removed it from my vagina. I felt such relief to have it out of me. He then told me that he would need to do a manual exam. Uncle John placed two gloved fingers into my vagina while his other hand gently presses on my lower abdomen. Uncle John said the he was identifying the size, shape, and position of my uterus, fallopian tubes and ovaries and I should feel pressure but not pain. It actually began to make me a little horny and I wanted to ask him to add one more finger. Now it is time for the bi-manual exam said Uncle John. You will feel a finger in your vagina and another well-lubricated finger is inserted into my rectum. This is done to determine if there are any masses in the anal canal and also to feel the uterus, cervix, and ovaries. Now breath deep and try to relax said Uncle John. I began to breath deep as I felt a finger in each hole and discovered that I was liked it a lot. In fact I wanted more fingers in each hole. How mortifying that I am turned on by what I was so scared of. He slipped both fingers out and said that he didn’t feel any growths. Now, I'm going to examine your rectum." His slippery finger was inserted in my ass and the ritual of twisting and turning began again and it was all I could do not to moan. Then a second finger stretched me wider and a moan escaped from me. Uncle John laughed and said it sounds like you are enjoying this part much more than the previous parts. You need an enema and then I am going to use an anal speculum for a better look. I calmed down because I knew what to expect from the enema. Uncle John left to prepare my enema and returned shortly with a bulging bag and a colon tube. I am going to insert this colon tube higher into you and it will clean you out higher and better. Uncle John opened another tube of lube and began to coat the colon tube and put another glove on and said here we go. He began to thread the colon tube into my anus. The colon tube hit a spot and I yelped then I felt him twisting the tube until it continued into me. Finally it was in place and he opened it up. I felt the warm water begin to flow into me and it felt so comforting. Uncle John began to rub my abdomen and then let his hand go lower and he notice that I was oozing from my vagina. He asked me if it was feeling good and I said yes. Uncle John said he would take care of that when were done if I was a good girl. Finally the 3 quarts were in and I had to hold it. Uncle John said that I was behaving much better and he was proud of me and we just had a few more steps to go and let me up to go release. I finally emptied out all 3 quarts and dreaded returning into the exam room. Uncle John said, "Now for the anal speculum." The cold metal felt pretty good sliding in my butt. "I'm going to open the speculum now." I felt my anus being spread very wide and at first it was uncomfortable and then it felt great. "Well, everything seems fine. I'm going to remove the speculum now” said Uncle John. I am through with the exam but do want to do some different tests next week and use my flexible sigmoidoscope. You can get dressed and I want you to meet me in my office and we will discuss the results. I am a nervous wreck as I get dressed. I dread facing Uncle John but know that I must. I knock on his office door and he tells me to come in and sit down. I do so gingerly because my butt is still on fire from the blistering he gave me earlier. Uncle John said that he will send off my pap smear and the blood as soon as the blizzard clears. He said that his other tests seemed normal and found no tumors or growths. I actually felt relieved and began to breath deep again. Uncle John said that he did discover that I was anally erotic and got really turned on anytime that something was inserted in my anus. He asked if I had ever had anal sex and I admitted that I had not. Uncle John asked if I was interested in trying it. I honestly was but was afraid that it would hurt. Uncle John said he could stretch me and help prepare me for anal sex if I wanted him to. It sounded good to me. Uncle John asked me if I was still going to leave. I began to cry and said only if he wanted me to leave but I wanted to stay. Uncle John said that he wanted me to stay but there would be ground rules that he would require me to follow.