Unfortunately, long coach rides and train journeys create a unique problem for ladies. Since there are no toilet facilities on board, and the filthy and odorous outhouses at stops are to be avoided at all costs, this has created a unique opportunity for myself and fellow physicians. We are often called upon to administer enemas to patrons who are going to be travelling and need to avoid the inconvenience of needing to move one's bowels during the journey. A thorough preemptive series of enemas affords that the lady my travel in comfort and with discretion.

Miss Garrick was in bed and waiting for me in her upstairs bedroom and I began to set out my gear for her cleansing. "So where are you off to, if it's not to bold to ask?"

"Just to visit my mother in Sherrick," the beautiful, Miss Garrick answered. She was in her early twenties and had a face that was mesmerizing. Her eyes were deep blue and her hair shiny and a lovely straw color. She had been a patient of mine before and I was looking forward to seeing her glorious body once again. Her soft, white skin was near perfection.

There was a knock at the door and the servant placed a bowel of warm milk on the dresser next to me. I retrieved a large bottle of dark molasses and poured the entire amount in with the milk and stirred it for some time into a dark chocolate color. I retrieved the piston syringe from my leather bag and withdrew about half the bowl into the cylinder. I then coated the slender tip with petroleum jelly.

"You remember what to do, Miss Garrick. On your side and position yourself close to the edge of the bed and then please pull your knees up toward your chest."

It did not take her long to get ready and I then folded back the bed sheet and then lifted her white gown revealing the stunning globes of her buttocks. There was a visible tuft of golden hair between her legs and my member immediately became stiff and uncomfortable confined in my pants.

I carefully parted her with my thumb and finger revealing her dark, delicious pucker. "This will feel a bit odd," I warned as I guided the tip of the nozzle into her anus and inserted the nozzle to the hilt. I began to slowly depress the plunger delivering several cups of the warm mixture into Miss Garrick's rectum.

"Oh my," she said in a startled way.

"Just relax,please."

I slowly drove the plunger home. I knew that the mixture would act on her bowels quickly so I withdrew the nozzle and headed back to the bowl to prepare a second dose.

"Just stay as you are, miss. We will do this once more."

I quickly refilled and once again slipped the tip into her and discharged the contents. As I withdrew the nozzle, I gently pinched her buttocks together and asked her to roll onto her back. I removed my hand and tucked in a cloth to avoid staining the sheets. After I set the syringe down, I made certain she was covered but reached under the sheets and her gown so that I could massage her belly and distribute the enema high into her bowel.

"If you remember, this will soon create a strong urge to evacuate. I wish you to resist that temptation as long as possible before you expel the mixture," I said as professionally as I could, positioning myself to hide my erection. "I will take tea downstairs and when you are ready we will continue."

"Thank you, doctor."

As the house had no indoor plumbing, Ms. Garrick would need to use a chamber pot and I relocated to the kitchen to take tea whilst she evacuated her bowels. Having tried the milk & molasses mixture myself, it was a devil's brew that created a good deal of cramping and gas, that almost always did a splendid job of purging the system. I knew to allow a good deal of time as the effects carried on for a good while.

The maid served me tea and biscuits and I took the time to make notes in the journal I kept regarding all my patients. I reviewed my notes of my previous treatment of Miss Garrick. I heard the faint tinkle of a bell which I knew signaled the maid to clean up her lady, empty and clean the chamber pot and freshen the room.

At some point the maid returned and I asked her to bring up a large pot of warm water. I returned to Miss Garrick's bedside and advised her that I needed to perform a rinse to stop the purgative effects of the milk & molasses.

"Understood, doctor. But I have been in a bit of a flap about this trip and I thought you might also perform the other procedure you did last visit."

"Of course, Miss Garrick,": I said brightly, looking forward to offering such treatment.

The maid appeared and set the large bowl of steaming water on the night stand. I fetched my Higginson syringe from my bag. The Higginson syringe is a convenient apparatus which consists of a long red hose of India rubber, and in the center of the tubing is a large squeeze bulb with a valve. One end of the tubing goes into the bowl of water and the other into the patient. Each squeeze of the bulb delivers a dose of water. I fitted the large ivory nozzle to the end of the tube. I had this nozzle specially crafted for me with a very large bulge at the business end. Whilst most of my patients found it somewhat uncomfortable upon insertion, once in place the muscles of the anus held it firmly in place so that it did not require me to hold it continuously.

I had brought my "enema bench" which I had crafted by a local furniture maker. This was a small four-legged stool with folding legs to make for convenient carrying. It featured a padded top with two depressions for the knees which help keep the patient's legs spread about a foot and a half apart. I set the bench up next to the bed and Miss Garrick knew what to do.

Miss Garrick knelt on the stool and bending over, placed her chest and face onto a pillow. I readied my syringe and spread petroleum jelly onto the ivory nozzle.

"Ready?" I asked delicately.

"Yes, doctor," was the reply.

The maid had left and closed the door. I lifted up Ms. Garrick's night gown, once again exposing her lovely bottom, and with the nozzle in my right hand I knelt down on one knee and spread her buttocks with my left. I placed the bulge of the nozzle up tightly against her tight little pucker.

"I want you to take a few breaths and let them out slowly. On the third exhalation, I will begin to insert the nozzle. Open your mouth and leave your jaw loose," I suggested. I had found patients didn't clench their anus tightly when the jaw was slack.

As I began to apply pressure, she instinctively moved forward and away from the nozzle. I reached around her legs to hold her in position so that I could apply the necessary pressure to open her anus.

"Ohhh....," she uttered as I pushed quite firmly on the nozzle.

"Deep breath for me, Miss Garrick," I said continuing the pressure.

"Ohhh...."

The nozzle eventually slid in deeply and I knew that once the bulge had cleared the sphincter muscles of the anus, she would be much more comfortable.

"Very good," I said as I gently squeezed the bulb of the syringe. "We will take our time so that we may instill the entire bowlful if possible."

As I slowly squeezed the bulb of the syringe with one hand, I used my other to tilt the bottle of emollient I had ready to lubricate my fingers. The emollient was a concoction the local druggist made for me which was very soothing yet very slippery. It had a delightful lavender aroma.

I moved the hose up and over Miss Garrick's buttocks and her bent-over posture with knees spread gave me perfect access for the treatment. My notes had indicated that I would have the best results to massage her quite rapidly, but with little pressure. Every patient was different in this regard.

I gently reached between her legs and found the spot I needed to massage and carefully began rubbing in the emollient. She twitched as my fingers first touched but I quickly found a rhythm to my massage but kept the gentle pumping of the enema into her bowels.

It wasn't long before Miss Garrick was moaning loudly, a good sign that she was progressing toward paroxysm. I glanced at the bowl and saw that she had taken a good deal of water so I sped up my massage a bit and it wasn't long before her body began to tremble and tense. Another minute and she cried out loudly and I felt the strong muscle contractions of paroxysm. I smiled as I watched the nozzle move in and out of her bottom with the contractions. I continued the massage a bit longer, then quickly pumped the final bit of water into her before tugging the nozzle out of her behind.

I pulled her nightgown down and quickly picked up my equipment and left her to her business. I washed my hands in the kitchen in the bowl of soapy water the maid had left for me and headed out. Miss Garrick, I knew would have a comfortable and peaceful train ride, free of anxiety and no worry of her bowels during the journey.