Just as Luann felt the spreading warmth in her bowel transform into a cramp Laura clamped off the flow, lowered the bucket until its rim was about a foot beneath the top of the mattress, reopened the clamp and took hold of the tube again an inch or so from where it passed between Luann's cheeks. "It's coming out now," she told the student. "Holding up okay?"

Luann nodded. "It's not too bad. Is this what a Fleet's feels like?"

"No, not really," Laura said, eyeing the bucket as it gradually refilled with water tinged slightly brown. "A Fleet's shoots into you all at once, and it's almost always room temperature so it feels cold. This is lots more comfortable to take, really. Normally you wouldn't wait this long for the outflow, but I didn't put that much water into you, so it's coming out a little slow."

Having spent part of the previous evening debating with herself whether or not to insert the suppository, Luann now felt grateful that she had decided to use one after all. It was only the third time in her life she had taken medicine rectally. The first was a couple of months prior when she had awoken feeling nauseaus, and had spent the first hour of that day kneeling by the toilet, gagging and heaving until even her saliva had dried up. She heard a tap on the bathroom door and her mother's worried exclamation. "Let me give you something to settle you stomach," she said. "I can't swallow now," Luann tried to tell her, but she had already gone. A few moments later the door opened and her mom knelt beside her. Luann was about to turn to her and explain that she couldn't take medicine right then when she felt the hem of her nightshirt, already up to her thighs, rise further and warm fingers pull down her panties. "What...?" She tried to turn around, but a firm hand on the small of her back held in her place. Then it moved down to her buttocks, spread them apart, and she felt a slick finger probe inside for a moment before it slid deep into her asshole. "Mom!" "It's alright, Luann. I'm just giving you a suppository; you'll feel better in a few minutes."

And she did. The nausea, resulting from a transient virus, passed for much of the day. Later that afternoon, she felt the queasiness again, and asked for another suppository, only this time she took it lying on her tummy in bed. Her mother's finger pressing deep inside her was all she felt--the suppository itself was soft and melted quickly by her body heat. The night before the shoot she had retrieved the ducolax suppository from her parent's bathroom, inserting it by herself in her bedroom. While doing so she glimpsed inadvertantly at the full length mirror on the closet door and saw a pretty auburn haired woman dressed only in a nightshirt and knee socks standing nearly on her toes with her back arched and one arm reaching ridiculously behind her, hand disappearing into the hem of her shorty nightshirt. Unexpectedly catching the expression on her face during the insertion made Luann burst out laughing, nearly forcing the suppository out the way it came.

Laura reclamped the enema tube, and raised the bucket above Luann's hips again. "I'm going to put some more in, now, okay?"

Luann nodded. This enema was easier to take than the suppository, which had lasted only about five minutes inside her before she had to scurry to the john and expell. The routine of nursing school occasionally left her constipated, something she hadn't experienced before. She decided to teach her mom to give a Harris flush.

Rick made one more exposure as Laura raised the bucket high. The he picked up his handheld camera to check the settings, always keeping his body turned towards the bed. Alice couldn't really blame him, either. They weren't photographing procedures for a textbook, right now; they were giving Luann Vanderhorst her first enema.

She'd heard somewhere--was it Martha who told her?--that in days past, when most nurses were trained by hospital based diploma programs, students giving one another enemas had been something of a rite of passage, and the girl who had never had one--rare in those days--usually received special treatment from her classmates. Although she had dismissed the story as more of Martha's teasing her baby sister, Alice now wondered if it might be basically true. She realized with sudden insight that she was witnessing an ancient ritual, one that probably predated professional nursing, harkening back to the wise women whose presence was as old as time. In order to administer the treatment, the practitioner must learn humility by receiving it herself. Though she would not have used the term, Alice decided that the making of a textbook was incindental to their purpose; the real reason they were here was to be taught chivalry.

"I'm going to run the rectal tube an inch or two higher as soon as the water starts flowing again, okay?"

"Just so it doesn't come sticking out of my mouth," Luann said. Everyone laughed as Laura released the clamp, then slowly inched the tube further into Luann's rectum. Alice felt a warm flush seep along her spine and neck. Only vaguely aware of herself, she nevertheless realized that what she was feeling was partly sexual, but also transcended sexuality. For the first time since getting up from the bed, Alice hoped that she wasn't finished for the day.

"What do you think?" Laura said to Norma, holding the bucket near Luann's right hip, making the flow very gradual, if not nonexistent.

"Rick?"

"No problem. I got it all."

"What about you, Luann?" Norma asked. "Is that enough for you first enema?"

"Yeah-" Luann started to reply, but pressure from her diaphragm forced air from her intestines into the tube and out into the bucket where it bubbled audibly. Hearing that made Luann giggle with embarrassment, which forced more bubbling at the surface of the enema water. The air also seemed to shake Ted from his reverie. "Better get that out of her before she deflates," he said.

"Oh, you're dead meat now, mister!" Luann called as Laura clamped the tube once more. Then slowly pulled it out from between Luann's cheeks. K-Y streaked the clear plastic of the portion that had actually gone inside her body, rendering it opaque as it slide out. The tip popped free, and Laura quickly dropped it into the bucket before water could drip on Luann or the bed. She gave Luann's butt another friendly pat before helping pull her panties up and gown down.

"I feel like such a big girl, now," Luann said, as she sat up on the bed and dangled her legs off the side.

"Are you okay?" Norma asked. "Any cramps?"

"No," she said, standing up slowly. "I don't hardly feel anything inside me."

"Well, you better get going, hon," Laura said. "This is your first one, and you don't want to get taken by surprise." Nodding, Luann walked towards one of the bathrooms set in either side of the auditorium. She made a detour and swung playfully at Ted, who raised his hands in mock defense.

"Don't hurt Ted, Luann; he's next," Norma said cheerfully. She caught Rick's eye and pointed to the exam table. He moved the tripod away from the bed and positioned it closer to the table. Then he adjusted the lights in a similar fashion. Meanwhile Laura took the used enema kit and paper trash bag she had used for Alice over to a dirty area by the wall where a hospital style hopper and red bagged trash can were set. She emptied the bucket into the hopper, then dumped it and the bag into the trash.

"So, like, what're we doing now?" Ted asked Norma, a trifle uneasy, but holding up well, she decided. Ted had been the last one she asked to participate because she doubted he would willingly submit to these sorts of treatments from women he saw and worked with everyday. With his armed forces background, Ted had started school a trifle cocksure, and to no small degree a ladies man. Not the kind, in her opinion, to willingly do anything that might make him look bad, especially in front of a girl as pretty as Luann.

"Exam," she told him, "Male genitalia and groin-- those will take less than a minute."

Ted nodded.

"And then the prostate."

"Oh...."

Norma figured she'd seen happier faces awaiting multiple root canal surgeries. But then Ted grinned. "Okay, no problem," he said. Leaving Norma to wonder whether she misjudged Ted or underestimated Laura's skill at putting people at ease for difficult procedures.

"All set?" Laura asked briskly, drying her hands with a scrub towel.

"Let me have you two in your basic positions," Rick said, adjusting one of his lightstands, now clustered around the exam table. Ted hesitated, then stood in front of the table, arms crossed protectively across his chest.

"He looks like he's afraid she'll give him a breast exam," Alice whispered to Norma.

"Hush, now!" Norma murmered, grinning anyway.

Laura put one hand gently on Ted's forearm. "Don't worry, Ted, I used to do insurance physicals. Never lost a client yet." She felt the muscles in his forearm relax slightly.

"I'm ready!" Rick called, taking up his position behind the camera.

"We just need male genitalia this time, right?" Laura asked.

"Right," Norma confirmed, flipping through pages on her clipboard. "Start with the posture, and just do a couple with the gown up, okay?"

Laura put her hands on Ted's shoulders as Rick fired a couple of shots to establish their relative positions. Their faces were only a foot apart. Laura's eyes were grey, Ted realized, surprised that he hadn't noticed before. Between flashes, she smiled and winked at him.

"Now pull the gown up to your hips," she told him. He complied, raising the gown with a feeling similar to what a combat soldier feels when he peeks out from behind sandbags in the midst of a firefight. Laura had turned away from him; he heard the familiar snap of rubber gloves being put on. Like most, his penis seemed to have a rudimentary consciousness of its own, and began to tingle as the cool air touched it. Laura placed her ungloved hand on his shoulder, then stooped slightly to perform a scrotal exam. Her fingers danced lightly against his whithered sack. Her touch nothing like the iron fisted gorillas the military relied on to do anything at all that required delicacy and deftness.

Lights flashed several times. "Hold it a sec," Rick said, lowing the panhead an inch or so. In her stooped over position Laura's coat parted at the bottom, allowing Ted to see that her legs were bare at least to the knee. Becuase Laura only taught clinical and not classroom, Ted had never seen her in anything but a uniform with white pantyhose. Her knees and calves looked supple, framed between the bottom button of the coat and the thick ankle socks she wore. He wondered what she wore beneath the coat--if anything. At that moment Ol Blue Eyes stopped feeling numb and tingly and started to feel more like rising and greeting the day.

Caught off guard, Ted tried to envision images from the combat casuality textbooks he'd studied for his corpsmen training. Every time he turned a page, however, he saw a picture of Laura, sans lab coat, wearing only a smile and a wink. She saved him then by standing upright. "All done, Ted. That wasn't bad, was it?"

Ted shook his head. If only you knew, he thought.

"Now, turn around and bend over the table with your forearms flat on the paper, okay." Grateful, at this point to turn away for any reason at all, Ted complied. The "butcher paper" covering the table felt unexpectedly slick, causing his elbows to slide and him to fall forward. His hips hit the leather covered wooden edge. "Easy!" Laura helped steady him. "This won't hurt, I promise."

"I'm okay," he said. The slight pain had brought him back to earth. Then he felt the back of his gown lifted and his butt exposed like his dick had been before. He heard the faint liquid squish of lubricant being compressed. Then his cheeks were spread apart, a gloved hand on one and a warm bare hand on the other. They went further apart than they had ever been before.

"Hold it...." He heard Rick say. Why doesn't he just stick the goddamned camera up my ass and be done with it? Ted wondered. Light's flashed, and Laura's hands shifted, the fingers of her ungloved hand moving to either side of his buttocks, holding both of them apart, but not as far as a momet ago. He felt something cool and wet press lightly against his anus.

"Take a deep breath, and hold it," her voice said in his ear. As he did, the pressure on his sphincter increased, widening it until the fingertip passed in. Laura gently worked her gloved forefinger past his anus, deep into his rectum. He felt his sphincter widen further as her knuckle came to rest between his cheeks. The probing finger seemed to impale his body to the table like a javelin. The tip floated, lightly carressing the inside of his colon, then he felt more pressure on his sphincter as she rotated her hand so the pad of her forefinger could press against his prostate. Her free hand patted the small of his back reassuringly. As soon as she found the firm nub of the prostate, the Troubadour got up and sang a medly of bawdy tunes, and there was nothing he could do about it except feel grateful that he hadn't spread his legs before bending over.

Watching all of this, Alice suddenly wished she had sat down because she felt woozy, lightheaded and hot. It had gotten so warm so quickly. Seeing Ted get his unit inspected was cool--though it wasn't anything special. But when he turned and bent over to display those dimpled buttocks Alice began to feel like soft tallow. She envied Laura the task of spreading those muscular cheeks and running her hand between them and up his ass. Were she the one to do it, she'd go until her elbow vanished in the crack, and her forefinger was tickling his tonsils. Sin veruenza! she thought, giddily.

She glanced around quickly to see if Luann had returned yet, but the girl must still be expelling her first enema. Too bad, Alice thought, she'll be sorry she missed this. But on second thought, maybe she didn't after all miss it after all, Alice reminded herself.

Laura glanced back quickly to make sure her body wasn't blocking Rick's view of the hand she had buried between Ted's buttocks. "Hold it one second more...," Rick said, staring intently at the viewfinder.

"Hold what-" Ted began.

"Okay. That's it"

Slowly Laura pulled her finger out of Ted's behind. This felt almost as intense as the insertion; Ted's anus closed up rapidly as the finger reduced within him. He fancied he could hear an audible pop as the tip went free. "Hold tight, Ted," Norma said. "Now we've got another temp to do with the probe."

After hearing her cryptic remark earlier, Ted wasn't surprised that she wanted to put that probe up his ass, too. He'd been ready to argue, in fact. But now, still hard as diamond, he was happy to remain bent over the exam table, where he could be reasonably sure that the damned thing couldn't be seen between the front of his gown and his closed thighs.

Deftly snapping the glove off and inside out, Laura tossed into a fresh bag. She picked up the digital thermometer, slid a new shealth onto the probe and tore open a packet of K-Y in what seemed to be one continuous motion. She dipped the plastic covered probe into the jelly, holding the position for a moment while Rick made an exposure of her preparations with Ted's bare behind as a backdrop. Then she placed the thumb and forefinger of her left hand on the ridge of his buttocks, spread them apart for another flash, and slid the probe into his rectum with the same technique of placing it first against the anus before inserting it the rest of the way.

The heat Alice felt coalesced in the pit of her stomach and groin. Now she knew exactly what Ted was feeling because she had just had the same thing put up her backside. Her own buttocks squeezed together automatically.

She knew, but she was wrong. While to Alice the probe had felt warmer and thicker than the glass thermometer, to Ted it felt smaller and cooler in contrast to the warmth and thickness of Laura's finger. The sensation was not unpleasureable, but it was, thankfully, less intense. He renewed his concentration of combat casualties; when that didn't work, he mentally undressed his grandmother. At last he felt his dick begin to soften. It wouldn't subside altogether so long as he remained bent over with a woman as pretty as Laura sticking a probe up his ass, but he figured he'd be able to cover it by fooling with his gown for a moment. What did they think, anyway, that he was made of stone?

Alice felt a tap on her shoulder. She looked behind her to see Luann, finally back from the bathroom. Luann pointed to Rick and Laura, then covered her mouth to suppress a giggle. Alice gave her a knowing nod. When she turned back, Laura was sliding the probe out of Ted's fanny.

"Ted can you do one more? A Fleet's enema?" Norma asked.

"Yeah, sure, the more the merrier," he said speaking into the table's surface. This brought laughter from the students and smiles from Norma, Rick and Laura. She put the electronic thermometer back on the cart, and picked up one of the boxed enemas. While she extracted it, Rick popped the film back off his camera and replaced it with a fresh one.

"We already shot some warming techniques without models," Norma explained to Luann and Alice.

"They just use the microwave at Kaiser," Luann said.

"I know, and it's a bad idea, too. You'll also heat up the lubricant on the tip and give someone a bad burn, if you're not careful," Norma admonished.

"I didn't think of that," Luann admitted.

"Use running water or a pan filled with warm water if there's time. You don't have to get it too warm, just so it's better than room temperature."

Luann and Alice nodded. Meantime, Laura removed the protective shield from the tip, stooped and placed her left hand on Ted's butt, and spread his cheeks again, pausing for Rick to take a shot of the open buttocks and white plastic enema tip, before she inserted it until the all of the tip and flange vanished into him. They posed thusly for an instant, then she squeezed the plastic enema bottle, compressing it in her hand.

"Hey!" Rick exclaimed. "You're really doing it--I thought you were just going to put it in!" His hips shifted several times, but he made no move to stand.

"I need pictures of it being squeezed," Norma told him, while Laura patted his back reassuringly again.

"You've had enemas before haven't you, Rick?" she asked.

"Yeah, but never one of these. It's cold!"

"I'm sorry, Rick," she said. "I should have warmed it up first." She leaned her face closer to his ear. "I knew you weren't ready to stand up yet," she whispered. He felt a flush creep over him. "Don't be embarrassed," she continued whispering. "It happens to all men--it can't be helped."

At any rate, he had to admit, the surprise of receiving the cool enema and her revelation had left the Midnight Rambler soft enough so that he would be able to stand and face his classmates when this was finished.

Stay tuned for part III

Andy

[Note to readers of part I, because the person who transcribed this normally keeps his head about where Laura puts the enema tubes, the name Cynthia was introduced in the last few paragraphs of Part I. This is an error--the name, of course, should have been Alice. Apologies for any confusion this may have caused.]