The young nurse had her memories of past erotic events brought to a halt as the patient scheduled for the enema and rectal exam suddenly came through the waiting room door with a rather distraught look on her face. The look and her being 30 minutes late for the scheduled procedure did not bode well.

She slowly walked over to the desk and explained that she was embarrassed because her period had started earlier in the day. She wanted to postpone the exam but was not sure if such a thing was possible.The doctor was called into the office and the two of them spoke briefly. Basically, the exam had to continue to make sure she did not have an infection from the tearing that had been observed in her last visit two days before.

The doctor came over to the young nurse and said, "Please take Amanda to the irrigation room and give her a warm cleansing enema and then put her in exam room #3 where I will do the internal rectal exam to make sure she is improving."

With that he left the room and Amanda was taken reluctantly down the hallway to the irrigation room where she was told to remove everything but her bra.

The young nurse set about preparing the syringe for her patient at the sink, It was not long before the big rubber syringe was hanging from the antique white colored irrigation stand with its Victorian curved design giving no doubt as to its age. It had served long and well helping to administer treatments to the young ladies of the camp for well over 30 years. Today it would serve again as the weight of a full syringe bag was supported by the graceful curved hook at the top of the portable stand. The nurse pushed the irrigation stand over to the table where she would administer the enema. The wheels rolled smoothly across the small hexagon black and white tiles of the freshly waxed floor. The bearings of the wheels were a bit on the aged side and with the humid atmosphere, slight rust had always been a problem. The squeaking of the wheels echoed off the wainscoted walls letting all within know that something was going to happen.

Poor Amanda stood at the end of the table waiting for her date with the syringe. She had not been given a gown as she would not be needing it so stood there in her bullet bra waiting for the nurse to speak. All the while she was looking at the swollen red rubber bag that was soon going to be full of wrinkles. She hoped she did not have an accident during the enema like the one she had experienced a few years ago at the doctor's office. She was older and certainly had more bowel capacity today. She always felt that the nurse had adjusted the height of the syringe bag way too high that infamous day. Since it was her first enema at the doctor's office, her mother had been allowed to stand beside her daughter and hold her hand while the nurse and her assistant in training administered the traumatic enema causing her tummy to swell making her look fat. Her mother just tried to encourage her to relax and stop complaining because taking an enema was not that big a deal.

The nurse had Amanda lie face down on the big leather table and put a wide leather strap across her back. Next she turned the big chrome plated hand wheel on the side of the table causing it to raise up in the middle elevating the bulbous backside of her patient about 6 inches above their former height. With the patient in position, the second leather strap was then brought together across the lovely tanned thighs of her patient and buckled in place.

Amanda was nervous and asked, "Why such a position for an enema.?"

A quick reply from the nurse was, "Because with the buttocks elevated position, the nozzle will be easier to insert and gravity will assist the solution to pass deeper into the bowel. Since you are so late, I need to get you cleaned out quickly if we are to keep our schedule this afternoon."

With the patient in position and well informed, the nurse spread the perfectly shaped buttocks in front of her and proceeded to squirt some lube on the crinkled opening soon to have the nozzle inserted. Amanda tried to relax knowing all too well that the black nozzle would soon be forcing its way into her backside. The nurse grabbed the nozzle from the open top of the syringe bag and placed a bit of lubrication on the recently polished nozzle making it glisten even more. She always enjoyed inserting nozzles into herself or her patients knowing full well the erotic sensations that the nozzle would bring to the patient. The bent vaginal nozzle would penetrate deeply and deliver the solution far away from the external anal sphincter muscle so as to not cause premature expulsion. With a twisting and pressing inward motion, the flared end of the 4 grooved pipe was inside Amanda before she knew what was happening. A couple of more inches and the 8 small irrigation holes were inside the patient. At this point she reached up to the lever style clamp and flicked it open with a metallic snap that echoed off the wall of the room. She let the solution flow for a few seconds and stopped the flow with another flick of the shinny nickel plated lever. After waiting a few seconds, Amanda felt the bent nozzle slip ever deeper into her bottom until it was full length inserted. With the flared hose connection end of the nozzle, the only visible portion of the nozzle still visible, the clamp was again released and the warm solution in the swollen bag began its gravitation rush inside the bowel of Amanda. She could feel the internal swelling and the warmth spreading deeper and deeper into her tummy like an invasion she had no control over. At least it was not a colon tube enema like her mother and Auntie Jean had given her when she had one of her first few periods with significant constipation problems.

With the bag about one quarter empty, the nurse clamped the hose and said, "Time for a bit of a break to let the solution pressure equalize in your tummy." Amanda was grateful for the break offered by the nurse.

About that time, the door opened and in walked the doctor to see how the procedure was going, he needed to see how far behind the patient was so he could re-plan his afternoon that was getting further and further behind. He was pleasantly surprised to find the lovely patient with the red hose leading between the shapely buttocks and strapped into position as required. He liked nothing better than to see a nice well shaped set of buttocks elevated into the air in the process of receiving an enema. It was almost a life long desire ever since he had peeked into the neighbor's bathroom window one night and saw the college age daughter being given an enema in the knee chest position on the big long tiled sink. Seeing Amanda in the almost same situation made him glad he had went into medicine.

In a very professional manner, he stepped over to the lovely patient and asked her how she was feeling.

Amanda replied somewhat embarrassed, “Doctor, I have never been given an enema in this position before and like the nurse told me, it is a rather comfortable position and so far no discomfort is being experienced.”

“Good to hear that the treatment is going so well. I am going to stop the flow and reposition the nozzle, it seems to be slipping out of your backside opening and we do not want it to slip further out and make a big mess to clean up.”

With that said, the doctor reached up and clamped the hose bring some immediate relief to the patient. He then reached down between the lovely buttocks and gently grasped the hilt of the nozzle and slowly pulled it out a bit more to where the nozzle started to swell, then twisted the bent nozzle and slowly pushed it deep back inside the anal opening of his patient. The new position of the nozzle was more in line with the internal contours of the lower bowel area and seemed to hold the long curved douche nozzles a little better. He then reached up and opened the clamp so the last third of the bag contents could flow into the tummy of his lovely patient.