I made the hour drive to the clinic for my afternoon appointment and was greeted by Nurse Carina in the reception area. She picked up the phone and pressed a few keys. "Rachel, your two o'clock appointment is here."

A moment later a young lady in a white uniform appeared in the reception area and said, "I'm Nurse Rachel, come with me." She was medium height, slender, pale complexion, and had her long black wavy hair pulled back. She wore white sneakers and was barelegged. She keyed in a combination to unlock the door to her room and locked it behind us.

"Clothes off," she directed, "put them over there."

I leisurely removed my clothes, frequently gazing at her. When I had finished undressing I looked her and she said, "Stay there." She picked up a hardwood hairbrush in one hand and picked up an armless chair with the other, and brusquely placed it near where I was standing.

"You certainly took your time removing your clothes, Rick," she scolded. "We're going to establish that when I tell you to do something, you do it without dawdling." She quickly seated herself and pulled her dress up to expose most of her bare thighs. "Get across here now," she crisply ordered, pointing at her lap.

My heart pounding, I quickly positioned myself as directed. Holding me down with one hand, she began a lengthy and severe paddling using the hairbrush. Her technique was to give two hard swats in one place on one side, and then two hard swats on the other side. In almost no time my bottom felt ablaze.

"Ow! Ow! Please, Rachel, not so hard! Ow! Ahhh!" I begged and squirmed as she paddled away. After about twenty swats she stopped for a moment.

"You've got to learn some manners, young man!" she scolded, and began to pound with the hairbrush again. "You don't call me Rachel! It's always NURSE Rachel, understand?"

"Yes! Yes, Nurse Rachel!"

"UNDERSTAND?" She repeated, still smacking away.

"OH YES, Nurse Rachel! OW! I understand! OH!" She was spanking me so hard that I would have agreed to say anything that she wanted. "Please, Nurse Rachel, Please!" I begged.

"STOP SQUIRMING!" she barked, and continued, hitting even harder. "Stop that wiggling!"

"I can't! It hurts! Please not so hard!"

"I decide how hard to spank, not you! I think you should have some more."

Nurse Rachel kept up the brisk pace of the hairbrush paddling, interspersing the swats with comments like "You need to learn your lesson," and "I want obedience from you," and "I don't think you've had enough yet."

After an interminable paddling, she finally stopped and ordered, "Okay, get up now!"

I hopped up and put my hands back where she had paddled. When she saw this she exclaimed, "No! No touching there! Hands in front, right now!" I immediately complied, still grimacing from the severity of Nurse Rachel's discipline.

"Bend over this table now, and I'll check your prostate before your enema," she directed. I leaned over and saw her putting on a disposable latex glove. She placed a fair amount of gooey lubricant on her middle finger and walked behind me. I felt the cold lube on her finger when she inserted it. She wiggled her finger around inside me, and I felt her press hard against something that made me ache. She released, then pressed hard, again, several times. I groaned when she applied pressure, and felt a little squirt of fluid pump through my urethra each time.

"This is good for you," she stated, then withdrew and disposed of the glove. "Stand up and turn around now," she instructed, and carefully wiped the seepage from the tip of my penis. As she did this, I became erect. Nurse Rachel smiled sweetly and said, "You nasty boy. I'll bet you're thinking all kinds of nasty thoughts... Okay, get up on the table now, on your hands and knees, and I'll prepare your first enema."

My heart raced at the sound of the word "enema". She spent a few minutes filling a two quart bag with warm soapy solution, and hung it from a chain that came down from the ceiling. A moment after I heard some water squirt out of the nozzle as she cleared the air from the tubing, I felt her insert the nozzle.

"You're going to take it all and hold it a few minutes," she stated in a girlish voice. "Get your head down and it will be easier."

I heard a click and the flow started.

After a moment I felt a cramp. "Uhhhhhhhh!" I groaned. "Nurse Rachel, I... Uhhhhhhh! Ohhhhh!"

"Rock back and forth, quickly now! You're going to take the entire bag." I felt the gentle femininity of her slender fingers as they stroked my testicles and erection, making it a little easier for me to take the enema.

A moment later she said, "There, it's all in. Keep rocking, you have to let it do its work." She lightly touched me in several places, frequently coming back to my groin and giving my scrotum or my cock a few light tugs. An occasional cramp came and went during the time that I held the enema.

Nurse Rachel withdrew the nozzle and told me to go get rid of the enema. About twenty minutes later I came back to find that she had prepared my colonic irrigation with an open-top four quart bag. Attached to the end of the tube, instead of a nozzle, was a long colon tube.

"Time for your high enema now," Nurse Rachel said. "Up here on the table, on your hands and knees, like before." She placed a gob of lubricant on my anus and inserted the tube a few inches and started a slow, gentle flow. As the flow progressed, she kept inserting more of the colon tube, skillfully snaking it around the curves and bends of my intestinal tract, until after a few minutes a considerable length of the tube was inside me. I felt very full after taking a little over three and a half quarts. My insides sort of ached, but at the same time felt sensuous with all that water in me. She instructed me to pant while she lightly massaged my abdominal area. Then she slowly withdrew the tube, occasionally clicking on the flow to get it to move the right way. When the tube was totally withdrawn, she helped me off the table and I got rid of the enema over the next half hour. When I was sure it was all gone, Rachel turned on the shower and told me to get in and get cleaned up.

When I was nearly finished soaping up I startled when Nurse Rachel opened the shower door and climbed in, completely naked. She smiled broadly as I looked at her lovely naked body. She washed her face and then told me to wash her back and legs. I was of course delighted to do that, and after I had applied a generous amount of soap to her, she lathered some in her hands and grasped my firm erection, pumping it and using the soapsuds as lubricant. I grasped her shoulders when I started to spurt with a powerful ejaculation, and she kept pumping until I was drained. She pressed her chest against mine and we hugged for several moments, the shower spray still raining down on us. Then we rinsed off and stopped the shower. She smiled broadly and whispered, "You nasty boy, you squirted your cum on my leg. You'll be disciplined for that!"

I put on my clothes, thanked her for an unforgettable session, and mentioned to Nurse Carina that I'd be calling for another appointment in another week.

Drained and relaxed, I spent the evening in a contented state.