I laid on the bed thinking about what Uncle Harold had done to me, the orgasms, the feeling of the enemas, having his finger moving in and out of my rectum and how relaxed I was. Sleep came rather quickly.

I woke feeling Uncle Harold's hand patting my bottom. "How did you sleep Dear? I brought you a cup of tea, sit up and drink it for me."

I sat up, half asleep and chatted with Uncle Harold but found it difficult to look him in the eye. He told me how happy he was that I was there with him and how it helped him get use to no longer having Lucy. Then, he patted my belly and asked me how I was feeling.

"Oh, much better. Thank you for the tea," I said.

"Finish the tea and let's get started," he said.

"Started, are we going somewhere?" "No," he said, we have to give you one last enema for the night." The shocked look on my face made him chuckle. "You were very constipated, we have to finish cleaning you out."

He took the teacup and grabbed my hand, helped me out of bed and led me toward the bathroom again. Hanging on the wall was a very large enema bag, already filled and attached to the hose was a thick, long, red tube.

Uncle Harold looked at me and said, "That's a colon tube for deep cleaning. I will insert it all the way into your bottom and we'll fill you very full of enema. It will get the last of the dirt out of you and then you'll feel like a new woman." "It's okay Dear, I would never hurt you I used this procedure on Lucy a hundred times. She said she liked it because her rectum didn't feel so full so quickly."

"Now, up on the table but this time on your hands and knees, hurry up, like a good girl." I climbed on the table and took the position. When I looked around, Uncle Harold was just staring at my behind. "You have a big beautiful behind," he said. "Now, bend over so your head is resting on the table, fold your arms around in front and hold still like a good girl."

Uncle Harold got behind me and spread my knees as far as the table would allow. Then he began rubbing his fingers up and down my slit from my anus to my clit until I could feel myself begin to moisten. He began the familiar process of lubricating my rectum with his big finger but when I started to squirm he slapped my bottom and told me to hold still. This, I didn't expect and I bolted up but he pressed my head back down on the table and went back to work on my behind. "I have to get this whole tube in you so I'm going to loosen your rectum a bit. I'm going to use two fingers in your bottom. It may hurt a bit but I'll be gentle and you'll begin to relax and enjoy it."

Two fingers were pressing on my anus and they slipped in just a bit, then they started to hurt. "Please Uncle Harold, stop, it hurts, take them out!" "Hold still like a good girl, Uncle Harold knows what he's doing. You'll stretch in a minute and they'll slide right up in your bottom." Uncle Harold wrapped his arm around my waist to hold me still and continued pressing his big fingers deeper into my rectum. I told him it hurt and asked him to stop but he just kept telling me to hold still and try to relax. I kept moaning and begging him to take them out but he said, "Be a good girl and let me take care of this big bottom. I don't want to have to give you a spanking for not holding still." He was no longer sweet gentle Uncle Harold. Now he was determined and I knew I wouldn't be able to stop him. The fingers pressed until he had them in my rectum as far as they would go. Then he kept them deep in my bottom and moved them in circles. Finally, I stopped begging him to take them out and held still and they didn't hurt so much anymore.

"You see Dear, I told you it would begin to feel nice. Now, I'm going to spend some time relaxing your rectum." He started sliding his fingers out of my behind and pressing them back in, in and out, in and out. Then he used a twisting motion. "This is how I use to work on Lucy's bottom. After I've done this to you a few times it will be nothing for you to take my fingers in your ass. Lucy could take four-sometimes more. My head was spinning. My God, what had he done to Lucy? I couldn't imagine her up on this table with four of Uncle Harold's big fingers in her bottom.

Uncle Harold began to work harder with his fingers in my ass and I felt him touch my clit with his other fingers. It was like an electric shock. His fingers in my behind and the others rubbing my clit felt so good. "You're very wet between your legs. You like what I'm doing. You like having my fingers pumping your ass, you nasty girl. That's the way it always is, girls with big behinds love to have them used and I'll be using yours a lot while you're here." He was pumping his fingers in my bottom hard and I was loving every minute of it. Then I had my third big orgasm of the day. It felt so good and Uncle Harold kept saying, "You like that don't you? You like what I'm doing to your ass. I can see that your bottom will need lots of attention."

When the orgasm was over, I felt the fingers slide out and something sliding in my bottom. "Now it's time for a nice deep enema," he said. I felt the tube sliding in and then a bit of water enter my rectum, then more tube and more water. He hit a bit of barrier and I yelled but he told me to hold still. Then I felt more water and he kept working the tube in and out until I felt it pass the barrier. I could feel the enema going in my belly but not like the others that kept filling my rectum. This one was different. Uncle Harold kept moving the tube pressing more into my bottom until he finally announced that I had the whole tube up my big behind. "Now you're going to find out what a big enema feels like," he said.

I could feel the enema filling me and Uncle Harold would reach under and move my belly around to help me take more. "I'm going to give you three quarts this time." The enema kept flowing and I was moaning and asking him to stop. "You need to be completely cleaned out and this is the only way to do it so hold still and take your water." Just when I thought I was going to burst, Uncle Harold announced that I had taken the whole bag. "I'm so proud of you. You're such a good girl to take your enemas for Uncle Harold," he said. Then he began the very slow process of removing the tube. It felt so strange to feel it slithering out of my intestines. When the tube had been removed, Uncle Harold slipped a finger back into my rectum, moved it around just enough to make me feel uncomfortable and then removed it. He helped me down and onto the toilet and stayed in the bathroom while I expelled what felt like gallons of enema.

When I was finished, he had me bend over the table so he would wash my bottom, patted me dry and sent me off to bed where I slept like a baby.