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A Pediatrician's Story

Part 2

"Now, we've got to solve this constipation problem. I could prescribe a laxative but that will take about 6 or 8 hours to work. I think it best that we go with the original solution…the enema… so that you can get some immediate relief. Because you've never taken an enema before and since you are my last patient of the day I think I have the perfect opportunity to treat the constipation and at the same time, educate you on the art of administering enemas. We of course also have the option, if you prefer, to have Shirley administer it. What's your preference?"

"Will it gross you out if I ask you to do it doctor?"

"Heavens no, Kelly. As a matter of fact, you may find out, as I did many years ago, that enemas, if properly administered, can actually be enjoyable. Thoughts on enemas can range anywhere from downright disgusting and gross to very enjoyable or even extremely erotic. Based on your earlier reaction to the rectal exam, I think you will probably find enemas to be anything but disgusting or gross. It's just one more opportunity for you to learn something else about yourself today. Shall we begin?"

"I'm ready if you are, doctor."

Dr. McLaughlin opened one of the drawers on the side of the exam table. He removed a box marked "Fleet High Volume Enema Set." He opened the box and removed the contents. He showed each item to me. "This," he said, is an underpad. It will go beneath your bottom. This little packet contains the castile soap that we'll be using in the enema solution; and this," he said, as he unfolded a pale green plastic container, "is the enema bag. It will hold up to 1500 milliliters of enema solution. The tubing is approximately 5 feet long. And this little gadget near the end of the tubing is the shutoff clamp. This little green thing on the end of the tubing is a protector. It is supposed to keep the pre-lubricated tip of the tubing from drying out. You must remember to remove this before administering the enema. If you don't remove it," he said with a big grin on his face, "and you try administering the enema, it might disappear ‘where the sun don't shine,' until some doctor in the ER takes it out for you. I always throw it away immediately. First, to prevent the scenario I just mentioned; and secondly, it doesn't do much good anyway. The manufacturer never puts enough lubricant on the tip. Always have a jar of Vaseline or a tube of K-Y handy for lubrication. Before I start preparing the enema, do you have any questions, Kelly?"

"What is this black mark for?" I asked, pointing to a spot about three or four inches from the tip of the tubing. "Oh," he responded, "if you read the instructions from the manufacturer that mark is the recommended depth of insertion into the rectum. As long as the rectum is not impacted, you can safely go deeper than that. I'll be inserting the tubing deeper than that when I give you your enema. Anything else?"

His final words about inserting the tubing into me suddenly ‘personalized' what was about to happen. I've never had an enema before in my life. I hadn't even thought much about enemas before today. After all, castor oil was a ‘cure all'…who needed enemas? But now, the thought of Dr. McLaughlin gently sliding that K-Y coated tubing into my backside was taking on erotic overtones that I would never have thought imaginable. I suddenly became aware of the feeling of moisture between my legs. Just the thought of an enema was beginning to excite me!

"Any other questions, Kelly?"

"Oh I'm sorry, doctor. I was daydreaming again. No…no more questions." If he had only known what that daydream was about.

He took the enema bag and the soap packet over to the sink in the corner of the exam room. He turned on the hot water and held his hand under the gooseneck faucet. I watched as he turned on the cold water until he sensed that the flow had reached the desired temperature. "That seems about right," he said. "First we close off the clamp at the end of the tubing. I estimate the water temperature to be about 103 degrees." He spread the neck of the enema bag and held it under the stream of water. Once the bag was filled, he turned the water off. Then he opened the soap packet and dumped it contents into the bag. He gently shook the bag to mix the solution. I watched as the bag contents turned milky white. "After adding the soap and shaking the bag, you must remember to hold the bag up over the sink…release the clamp and allow the enema solution to force the air out of the tubing. Once the solution is flowing freely through the tubing, slide the clamp back to the off position."

He turned around and headed back toward me. He was holding the enema bag in his right hand and the end of the tubing in his left. I began to feel that air of excitement building even further. He attached the enema bag to the hook on top of a mobile IV stand in the corner. He rolled the IV stand over to the exam table where I was sitting.

He checked his supplies on the metal equipment tray. "Gloves, K-Y, underpad…I think we've got everything. Are you ready, Kelly?"

The moment of truth had arrived. "I think so, doctor" was the only response I could muster.

"Alright Kelly, there are several positions suitable for the administration of an enema. I'm going to start with you on your left side…just like we did for the rectal exam. So why don't you lay down and turn on you left side again. That's it. Now if you can lift your hips just a bit, I'll slide this underpad under you bottom. Great! Now I'm going to lift your gown in the back. OK, now Kelly, if you'll just pull your right knee up toward your chest a bit, I think we'll have you all set. Great…that's it. Are you comfortable?"

Again the sense of anticipation was overwhelming me. I didn't want to sound too overanxious so I simply responded "I'm fine doctor."

"Alright, Kelly. I'm going to put on the latex gloves just like before. The first thing I'll do is lubricate you anus both inside and out. The sensation will be similar to the rectal exam. I'll also smear some lubrication on the enema tubing before I insert it. I want this to be as comfortable as possible for you. Once the tubing is in your rectum, I'll open the clamp to allow the solution to flow into you. If you feel any cramping while the water is flowing, let me know and I'll stop it. I will be reaching over your hip periodically to massage your abdomen. That does two things. It reduces the cramping and it helps to get the enema solution further up into the colon where it's needed to resolve your constipation problem. Before I start, I'll adjust the height of this IV stand so that the enema bag is only about 30 inches above your hips. That will assure a slower flow and less cramping. I can raise it again later for your second enema. By then we will have eliminated the majority of the problem. Any questions before I start the enema?"

"Doctor, I really appreciate you taking the time to teach me how to administer an enema. I don't think I could have waited for a laxative to work. And I uh…have a confession to make. If the reality of getting this enema is anywhere close to what I've conjured up in my imagination over the past 10 minutes or so, then you were right about how I will view enemas in the future. I think ‘excitingly erotic' were the words you used. To be perfectly honest, I can't wait for you to get started."

"It's nice to know that you feel comfortable enough with me to express those feelings. And Kelly, what I said before still goes. Let nature and your feelings control the situation. If you find the enema to be erotic, don't be afraid to react accordingly. There's no need to hold back. Don't be embarrassed or ashamed. You've learned a lot about your body today and I'd guess that you might want to start making up for years of lost time. Let's get started, shall we."

Dr. McLaughlin didn't even wait for a response. I heard the familiar snap as he put on the gloves. I heard the sound of the K-Y jelly squirting out of the tube. The anticipation was again building within me. Then I felt his left hand rest on my right cheek. Then his thumb moved to the crack of my butt. His thumb applied a gentle upward pressure and a split second later I felt the now familiar coolness of the K-Y jelly being spread on the outer surface of my anus. I held my breath waiting for the gentle insertion of his lubricated digit…I remembered to bear down a bit and then, ‘voila' his finger was inside me again. I closed my eyes and savored every second of his gentle internal massage. He slowly withdrew his finger. Out of the corner of my now opened eyes, I saw him reach up to the IV pole for the end of the enema tubing. He lowered it…I heard him applying the K-Y to the tip and before I knew it, his thumb was again parting my cheeks. He slowly and gently inserted the enema tube. Once it was in place, my anal muscle seemed to grab onto it for dear life.

"OK, Kelly, you're doing just fine. I'm going to start the flow now. Are you ready?"

If he only knew how ready I was! I responded with a rather subdued "I'm ready." I still wasn't ready to let ‘nature and my feelings' control the situation.

Then it happened! The warm enema solution began to enter my bottom. That initial stream of solution came in contact with my innards and sent a feeling of warmth, well being, and excitement throughout my entire body. I found it both relaxing and stimulating at the same time. I experienced, at that one moment in time, a collection of feelings that when combined together provided the recipe for sheer ‘ecstasy'! I closed my eyes and savored the moment. The solution continued to fill my insides.

Suddenly I heard Dr. McLaughlin say, "I'll stop the flow for a few minutes and massage your abdomen."

He reached under the gown and oh so gently began to massage my abdomen. His hand would slowly move from the lower left portion of my belly, upward and to the right and back down again to the starting point. I was in heaven. Occasionally his hand would lightly brush up against my pubic hairs and add another element of excitement to the experience. I had never experienced such a gentle touch! And the realization that it was a man doing all of this…yes, a man! Mother, if you only knew!

"Any cramps, Kelly?"

"No, doctor; I'm doing just fine."

"This is probably the best way to treat your stomachache," he said.

"Stomachache?" I thought, "What stomachache?" I had totally forgotten my reason for getting the enema in the first place.

"I'm going to restart the flow now, Kelly. Remember; if you start to feel cramps, let me know. I'll stop the flow and massage your abdomen again. OK, here it comes."

He opened the clamp and I felt a renewed warmth within me. I had been so preoccupied with the wonderful feelings in my backside, that I had failed to notice that I was getting moist again up front. I think this enema was becoming a real turn-on for me. Moments later the flow stopped again. It was if he was able to anticipate when the cramps would start. He again massaged my lower abdomen.

"You're doing just great, Kelly. You've already taken 2/3 of the bag. We'll see if you can handle the last 500 milliliters. The enema will be most effective if you are able to hold it for at least 10 minutes after I've finished giving it. If you don't think you can take any more, let me know and we can stop now."

"I'm not feeling any discomfort doctor. I think I can take the rest."

With that, he opened the clamp and began to drain the bag of its remaining contents. This time he massaged me while the fluid was still running. It was wonderful. Both sides of my body were receiving attention at the same time. His gentle massage in the front and that fountain of liquid pleasure in the rear. I began to feel my love juices seeping from between my now engorged vaginal lips. I felt a few drops fall onto my inner thigh. My clitoris was ‘screaming' for attention. My pulse rate was sky high. I was beginning to moan. My whole body was in a frenzied state. Doctor," I said in an almost frantic tone, "I think nature's taking over. Ohhhhh doctor!"

"It's alright, Kelly. Just let it happen. Let me remove the enema tube. There, it's out. Would you like me to give you some privacy?"

"No doctor, you can stay. I feel just great! But it's like I want it to feel even better! I've never felt like this before. What should I do?"

"I think you'll know exactly what to do Kelly. Listen to what your body is telling you."

Instinctively, I rolled over onto my back. My fingers dove to that special little spot nestled snuggly in between the upper part of my vaginal lips. I began to rub like a mad woman. Then I allowed my middle finger to gently flick that wonderful spot. Every inch of my body was beginning to quiver…but just for a moment. The quivering disappeared as my muscles tensed. I pulled up my knees until my feet were flat on the exam table. My middle finger continued to perform its pleasant chore. Suddenly, I lifted my butt off the table, arched my back, let out a combination of moans, and screams. This was it! Oh my God, this is it! Then I screamed "Doc-torrrr…this is wonderful! Oh my God this is wonderful! Oh, don't let it end! Ohhhh! And then at the very same instant in time, every muscle in my body relaxed. I collapsed on the table like a rag doll. I couldn't move a muscle. I just lay there replaying every second of the sheer ecstasy that I had just experienced. I had never felt like this before. This was a day I would never forget.

"Well, Kelly I'd say you just had yourself quite an orgasm. I won't ask you how it felt. Your actions spoke louder and clearer than any words you could come up with right now. Do you have any questions?"

"Questions? Heavens, no. I'm still savoring the moment. I'm feeling just great right now…Thanks to you."

"No, Kelly…when the moment came, it was you and your body…not me…that made it all happen. True, I pointed out a few anatomical facts for you today, but it was you who had to listen to those parts of your anatomy and act on what it was telling you. Unfortunately, you were a late learner. But look at it this way, Kelly…You will have a lot of fun playing catch-up. And all of these things you learn about yourself can be communicated to whoever it is that's fortunate enough to become that special person in your life. You can educate him on your likes and dislikes and hopefully, he'll do the same with you. Your relationship will be a lot stronger…not to mention…a heckuva lot more enjoyable for both of you."

"I think you've held that enema long enough now, Kelly. Let's see what kind of results you get. I'll go out into my lab and check out this urine sample while you use the restroom. That will give you some privacy. When you've finished, just push this button over here and I'll return to give you your second enema."

I sat on the toilet for about 10 or 15 minutes. I think I lost at least five pounds with everything that I passed. I was feeling a lot better. My thoughts now shifted to that second enema. I could hardly wait for our next ‘session' to begin. I pressed the ‘call' button and returned to the exam table where I awaited Dr. McLaughlin's return.

Within a minute I heard a knock on the exam room door. "Are you decent? May I come in?" I appreciated his respect but at the same time, saw some comedy in his questions he just asked considering where his hands and eyes had been during my visit with him. The ‘consummate professional', I thought. "Yes, come on in."

"Well how did it go, Kelly? Any luck?

"It worked great doctor. I feel a lot better." And then with a big smile on my face, I added… "And I must say, it was a lot more fun than castor oil ever was!"

"Great…I'm glad to see that you found the enema enjoyable. Let's give you that second one now. Oh, and by the way, the lab test showed that you do have the start of a urinary infection. It's nothing serious. I've written a prescription for an anti-biotic that should clear it up for you. Take 3 a day for the next 10 days. One potential side effect is constipation. If you do get constipated, I'll leave you to your own devices as to how you want to solve the problem…" he said with a big smile on his face, "castor oil or a soapy enema…The choice is yours!

We both laughed at his last statement.

OK, Kelly, this second enema will be just plain warm tap water. The castile soap is an irritant to the bowel. That's why it's more effective for constipation. But I always follow the soapy enema with plain water so that we can clear out any soap residue that may continue to act as an irritant. When you're at home, you might find it even more pleasant to add a bit of lemon juice, baking soda, or catnip tea to the second enema. Some people find that the added ingredients make it more soothing. You can find several books in health food stores or even the library that can give you additional ideas. Experiment and find out what you like the best. Even if you're not constipated, an enema can be, as you have probably already figured out, a relaxing, enjoyable, and even erotic experience. Are you ready for that second enema?"

An enthusiastic "You bet" was my response to his rhetorical question.

Dr. McLaughlin prepared the warm tap water enema. He filled the bag to the very top. He held it up and opened the clamp to remove the air from the tubing. He returned to the exam table and hung the enema bag on the IV pole. He adjusted the height so the bag would be about 3 ½ to 4 feet above my backside.

"Kelly, I'd like you get into the knee-chest position for this enema. Once the primary blockage has been removed, it's a lot easier to take larger volumes of water without cramping. I like this position because it gives the water the best chance to flow high into the colon. It can be a difficult position for solo enemas but it is ideal for assisted enemas.

It's the favorite position for many erotic enema fans because it provides the ‘giver' a perfect view of, and easy access to the recipients genitals. You may find lying on your back more suitable for solo enemas. The water doesn't flow as easily into the upper colon when you lie on your back so it doesn't do as good a cleaning job, but it's ideal for solo erotic enemas because it provides easy access to the genitals. Since our primary job here today is to take care of your constipation we're using the ‘knee-chest' or ‘bottoms-up' position."

"If you'll get on your knees…that's it…now, bend at the waist until the side of your face is on the table…OK, great…now, spread you legs just a bit further apart…that's it…now place your arms wherever they feel most comfortable. Great…I think that's got it. Are you OK?"

"I'm fine doctor…This is a bit different, isn't it. I'm ready whenever you are."

He snapped on the latex gloves and lubricated his right index finger. He used his left thumb and index finger to gently spread my cheeks apart. I found it very sensuous the way he circled my waiting passageway with his glistening index finger. Suddenly his lubricated digit found its way into me. This was the third time my rear entry had been invaded by his finger…and it still appealed to me as much as it did the first time maybe even more. I would have given him all day to stop!

He withdrew his finger and replaced it with the now lubricated enema tube. It felt as though he inserted the tubing a bit further this time. He asked if I was ready and my immediate ‘yes' was responded to with his release of the clamp. The feeling of the warm water flowing high into my bowel was turning me on again. I could feel the increased force of his enema compared to the first. When I detected the first sign of cramping I asked him to stop. It wasn't painful but I did want to experience his gentle massage again. He stopped the flow immediately. I peeked up at the bag and found it to be about three-quarters empty already!

This time he reached between my legs to gain access to my abdomen. I thought I would die with pleasure. His massage technique was the same as it was in the left-side position, but accessing my abdomen from between my legs caused his arm to occasionally brush up against my now swollen and no doubt, moist, pleasure zone. I felt an eruption building. Between the warm water that had filled my rear and the gentle rhythmic pattern of his massage I knew that nature was going to have its way with my body for the second time today. I could no longer withhold my audible signs of the impending explosion of delight. My cries and moans were becoming more frequent until they all blended together into a single uninterrupted cry of ecstasy. Dr. McLaughlin removed his hand from my abdomen and his arm from between my legs. The middle finger of my right hand quickly found its way to my now impatient clitoris.

The initial touch was enough to send me over the edge. My body was erupting with sheer pleasure. I could no longer maintain my ‘bottoms-up' position. I flopped to the prone position on the exam table and rolled onto my back. My middle finger returned to its secret hiding place. The index finger and thumb of my left hand began to entertain my small but rock-hard nipples. My feelings of pleasure and my moans of joy continued through multiple eruptions of sexual ecstasy. Then suddenly, as before, I became totally immobile. I lay there, my eyes closed, and my breathing heavier than I could ever have imagined. "Wow" was the only word my reeling brain could find to express my feelings.

"Are we ready to expel that enema, Kelly?"

"As long as these rubbery legs can find the strength to get me to the restroom. I don't think my body has ever felt this totally relaxed before. It was wonderful!"

"I'll leave you alone again. I'll be in my office. When you're finished, you can get dressed, and join me in there. My office is at the end of the hall to the right. If you need anything in the mean time, just press the call button. My staff is gone for the day but I'll get whatever you might need."

"It took me about 10 minutes to feel confident that I had expelled all the enema. I didn't want any surprises on my bus ride home. When I finished, I got dressed and joined Dr. McLaughlin in his office.

"How are you feeling, Kelly? Has the stomachache gone away?"

"Doctor…I feel great! If anyone had ever told me that an enema could be erotic, I'd have told them that they were crazy! Boy, would I have been wrong! I know what my cure of choice for constipation will be from this day forward…And it isn't castor oil! My mother is just going to have to accept the fact that I'm an adult now. Doctor, I can't thank you enough for the education you've given me here today."

"Kelly, I'm sure your mom will come around in time. And as far as you discovering the erotic side of your preferred cure for constipation, I think that's wonderful. It's sort of like the icing on the cake. But, you're probably going to find that there will be times that you won't need the cake to enjoy the icing, if you catch my meaning. It's perfectly normal and there is no harm in it. If you find yourself having more than two enema sessions a week, I would recommend two things. First, put about a teaspoon of salt in your final enema of each session. It will help to keep your electrolytes in balance. And secondly, if you take several deep, cleansing enemas, try eating some yogurt to help replace your intestinal flora. Other than that, experiment and enjoy! And just as an aside, if you have access to the Internet, you might surf by a newsgroup called "alt.sex.enemas" or "ASE" for short. If you can sort through all the SPAM, you'll find some things that might interest you. And be sure that you access URL www.blackhole.com/SPECULUM. They've got a number of stories you might enjoy reading. And if you ever want to try your hand at authoring your own enema or medical fantasy story, they welcome contributions."

"I might just give that a try someday Doctor McLaughlin. I'd better get going now. I have a few other things to pick up at the pharmacy while they fill my prescription. And once again, thanks for everything. Have a great 4th of July. I know I will now that I've found a new source of personal ‘fireworks.'…If you catch my drift!!!!!"

EPILOGUE

This story chronicles the events that took place during my last visit to Dr. McLaughlin's office as a patient. Everything he told me that day had a profound impact on my adult life. But the one thing that really stuck with me was his comment about communicating my enjoyment of enemas and the medical scene with that special someone when he came into my life. I never had to do that. I graduated high school that year, attended four years of college and then found the man of my dreams. It was a man I had met about 5 years earlier. We've been married for 10 wonderful years now and continue to receive mutual pleasure from our common interest in enemas and the medical scene.

Dr. McLaughlin was the consummate professional that day; although his need to retain his professional demeanor in dealing with me has long since passed. I hope you enjoyed my story.

Signed,

Kelly

Doctor's wife and Author

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