The camp nurse was enjoying the enema procedure on her latest patient well strapped to the special enema table. Just enough slack had been left in the soft leather straps so the patients would not be in too much distress as their tummies swelled during the later stages of enema injections. They could squirm around a bit but certainly not injure themselves or escape from the intimate procedure. Most of the time her patients were observed to engage in least some squirming around under the leather straps giving indication at to some level of personal discomfort. She wondered how Paola might act if somehow she was diagnosed by the doctor as needing a treatment enema.

With the big red rubber syringe bag more empty than full, she clamped the hose clamp to give her patient a rest before the last quart or so of solution would be allowed to follow the course of gravity into the bowels of the patient. She then pulled the tight bottom cheeks apart to make sure the douche nozzle was still inserted full length. It was at this stage of the procedure when often times the urge to expel became stronger and a regular adult enema nozzle would be starting to slip out or sometimes ready to fall from the anal opening. In this case the deep penetration of the douche nozzle was working as expected and the patient was having no problem retaining the deep insertion. She made sure to mention to the patient before her, "Good to see that you are retaining the nozzle very well during the treatment. Just keep that up for a few more minutes and everything will be just fine."

While giving her patient extra time to relax before the final injection, her mind wandered back to the bulb douche that her older cousin had left at Grandmother's house. She had waited two days before grandmother was again going to be absent form the house for a few hours playing cards with her friends as she did once a week. As soon as grandmother was gone down the street in her well kept 1950 Buick, she locked the doors and headed for the bathroom. It did not take her long to retrieve the shoe box from the top drawer and grab the towel wrapped syringe. Unwrapping the towel revealed the shinny new bulb douche still in pristine condition probably only having been used a few times at most. She easily slipped the cap from the end of the nozzle revealing the tip where the solution would be suctioned in and then squirt out when the soft rubber bulb was squeezed. She gave the bulb a gentle squeeze that sent the smell of new rubber into the air and the thrill of knowing what it would soon be doing deep in her special girly parts. A special tingle shot through her loins heightening the moment. Setting the new syringe back on the towel, it was time to get the water temperature just right.

Not to waste time, she turned on the sink faucets and adjusted the water temperature to what she had read in the various books in the book case down the hallway. Satisfied, she filled up a pitcher she had brought from the kitchen just for the event. The pitcher held over two quarts of water which would be plenty of solution for her first experience with the syringe. It did not take long to stick the nozzle of the syringe into the pitcher and squeeze the bulb watching as the bubbles rose to the surface. A quick release and she felt the warm water get sucked up into the bulb. Next she pointed the nozzle upwards and squeezed until a bit of solution ran from the hole at the end of the nozzle indicating all of the air was expelled. Then it was time to sink the black fluted nozzle back int the pitcher and wait a few seconds while the bulb filled completely. When fully expanded, she removed the nozzle from the pitcher and set the bulb on its flat bottom on top of the toilet tank. Time to remove her skirt and panties so they would not show evidence of her most intimate ablutions when grandmother arrived back home. With her body now naked from waist down, it was time to get on with the douche event she had so longed to administer to herself. She could already feel her labia becoming wet from the anticipation of the black nozzle soon to penetrate therein. She grabbed the syringe and sat on the toilet with her legs spread wide giving full access to her crotch. With her left hand she spread her sloppy wet labia apart as if to insert a tampon, but this time it was the long black nozzle of the douche that was touched to her funnel shaped introitus and a bit further to her hymen which had never felt the dilation of such a big douche nozzle. She felt a bit of hot burning sensation as the nozzle was slowly pressed up into her vagina ever deeper and deeper. What a great feeling it was to have the big warm nozzle filling her up as never before. Soon it was full depth in her body and she was pushing a bit deeper to get the vaginal shield up against her tight labia for a good seal. The feeling of such great a penetration was all new to her and electric tingles began to shoot through her body. She could feel her breasts swelling and felt the acorn nipples of her breasts pushing out hard into the soft lining of her bullet bra. Not wanting to waste another moment, she began to squeeze the bulb forcing the warm water deep into her body causing a wonderful heated swelling sensation to build. No wonder women used the bulb syringes with the shields. The internal feelings plus the pressure on her clitoris from the shield were mind boggling. It did not take but a moment for her to realize that this type of feminine syringe was something she had to purchase for herself as soon at it was possible. Even if her tight hymen burned a bit from the passage of the nozzle, the other sensations made up for the slight discomfort. She knew a bit of stretching by the big nozzle would soon ease the burning and the next insertion would be far more pleasant.

Suddenly she realized she was daydreaming way too long and told her patient, "Time for the rest of your enema."

With that, a metallic snap of the lever clamp and the final injection of the patient was started.