As usual, Dr. Dawson was one of the first to arrive at the summer camp. She had done some research last year as some of the buildings seemed to be much older than others. By asking questions of the older staff members, she had slowly sorted out the history of the camp from its inception years before.First the facility was established as a prison camp for women who had done low level non violent crimes and were not a major threat to each other. When the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor, staffing issues due to the war effort became critical and the facility was soon closed and the women either given early release or moved to other low security prison facilities for women. The facility was not closed for long before it was taken over by the war department and used as a medical rehabilitation facility for wounded soldiers returned from the war zones. Once the war was over, the facility was again closed for a few years until the decision was made to turn it into the summer camp for young ladies. During the transition from medical rehabilitation to a summer camp, many of the buildings were either modified or torn down. Some new ones were also constructed to suit the new goals of the facility. The medical office showed both old and newer construction as it if had been modified to increase the size.For the most part Dr. Dawson had never given much thought to the rebuilding of the medical building which she was in charge of.This year, she was going to take some extra time before the ladies arrived and look the building over so she could make any changes to improve storage of supplies and keep things better organized. She started by taking everything out of the big supply room so she could make plans for changes in cabinets and shelves. It seemed that the room was never designed real well and might have been part of the remodeling after the war. She found lots of dust which was not unexpected due to the age of the room and its leaky windows.Dr. Dawson arranged for the camp carpenter to meet with her one afternoon to discuss some changes in the big supply room now that it was empty of all supplies and she could show the carpenter a drawing of what she would like. The carpenter was impressed with her mechanical drawing skills which few ladies had. He was also impressed with her shapely body in the well fitted dress that allowed her bust development to be easily seen. It was hard to focus on the drawings with such a lovely lady next to him. With the way the front of the dress was cut, it was for sure the good doctor was wearing a bullet bra.Somehow he was able to focus on the task at hand and made some notes in regards to the changes she wanted in the next week if possible. The biggest task was moving a tall cabinet from an interior wall to an exterior wall. The changes in the shelves and moving some the light fixtures was not a big deal. He would be back the next morning to start with the removal of the big cabinet and hope not to damage it during removal.The following morning Dan started right in on the storage room while Dr. Dawson was at her desk sorting through the paperwork of opening week. The noise of deconstruction was somewhat distracting, but had to be tolerated if things were to be more organized. Suddenly all the noise from down the hallway seemed to stop and soon Dan was at her office door with a questioning look on his face.Dr. Dawson looked up and noted the look of something not quite right. She asked, "What seems to be the problem with the storage room project?"Dan replied," I detached the big cabinet from the interior wall and when it was moved away, I found it was covering up an unknown door that is screwed shut and the latch set plated over as if a room behind was meant to be taken out of service or hidden from view as no longer needed. I can ignore the door or I can remove the screws and attempt to open the door and we can see where it opens to."With plenty of time, it was de3cided to remove the screws and open the door and peek into the secrets long hidden from view. Dr. Dawson was curious and followed Dan back to the storage room. Sure enough here was a standard 6 panel interior door of vintage design, most likely from before the war it appeared. With only a screw driver, Dan soon had the door swinging open on the three cast iron hinges that squeaked in protest of being opened for the first time in decades. Much to their shock, there was no room, but stairs leading down into darkness. Seems the facility once had a basement that had been lost to time. There was a light switch at the top of the stairs on the wall, but when switched on, nothing happened. There was still darkness and Dan went to fetch a flashlight.Dan returned in a few minutes with a big industrial strength flashlight and the two of them began to head down the flight of wide stairs. The thick layer of dust and more than a few cobwebs indicated the passage had long been out of service. Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs, they found a hallway with several rooms down its length. Each door was closed as if the last person out had wanted to keep the contents of the rooms a secret for as long as possible. The light bulbs had been removed from all of the ceiling fixtures.Curiosity was the order of the day as Dan tried the latch of the first door. It turned and was pulled open to reveal a dark room inside. The light beam of the flashlight soon began to reveal the long hidden secrets. It appeared to be some sort of treatment room all covered in dust. There were a couple of very elegant metal cabinets with glass doors, a sink to one side, a toilet cubicle and some sort of centrally located medical chair like Dr. Dawson had only seen in one old medical text book. If she was not mistaken, the very rare cast iron chair like device was designed for the delivery of enema treatments while the patient was in a sitting position, with provisions for restraint of the arms, legs and the head if needed. Even more interesting was the big industrial chrome plated crank handle to raise and lower the height of the container of enema solution.It was shocking for Dan to see such things like he had never seen before and to Dr. Dawson, a whole new medical treatment tool was like out of a time machine and still looked almost new if the dust was removed from the cream colored paint and black pinstripes. Dr. Dawson asked Dan to get some light bulbs and check the power supply and see if he could get some real light in all the rooms. Only then could they see what was long hidden in the basement so long ago.While they headed up the stairs to some natural light conditions, Beverly began to wonder what was up and consider her good fortune is finding hidden treatment rooms from times before the war when the facility was still a low level prison for women.It was almost an hour before Dan had sorted out the old fuse box and installed light bulbs in most of the fixtures. Beverly had concluded that with the closing of the prison just before the war, all the light bulbs and fuses were removed for use elsewhere as wartime shortages of most everything were so common back in those times.

Dan was able to find enough of the vintage fuses in the supply room of his building and get electrical power flowing back to the hidden basement of the medical building. With light bulbs installed, he surveyed the structure for any signs of defects or water damage as it was mostly below grade. Often times poor drainage caused issues with basements over long periods of time. He observed no water damage, but did note where each room had a window at the top of the wall that was small but would let natural light in if the heavy wooden covering on the outside was removed. If one looked closely on the outside of the structure, the small coverings could be seen, but matched so well, that they blended in with the rest of the structure. No wonder the basement rooms had remained secret so long. He wondered if Dr.Dawson would want the coverings removed at some point in time in the future. Meanwhile he was busy and did not have time for such extra activities. Dad went to inform the lovely doctor that she could now see in all of the rooms and begin to find out what had been secreted away so long ago.

Dan left as he was no longer needed and Beverly headed down the stairs to examine the rooms and their contents, perhaps there would be some hidden documents not tossed away in the back of a cabinet.Besides the coating of dust, the equipment in the first room looked to be the best money could purchase for the times. She found a tag on the rare enema chair that indicated it was made by the Shampaine Company in St. Louis. The St.Louis area was well known for its pattern makers and foundry skills making some of the best castings in the country at that time. Further investigation showed an elegant engraved brass builder plate on the back of the cast iron chair device with delicate lettering and numerals to indicate it was known as an Irrigation Chair and a serial number of IC9/20X which was even more revealing. This meant it was probably an irrigation chair, number 9 of only 20 made and the X meaning it was experimental, therefore, considered special order until listed as a regular item in the catalog. Some items remained experimental and never were listed in the catalog. She suspected this was an item that may never have made it past the experimental offering as she had only seen one photo at medical school. Might be a museum piece in perfect working condition due to lack of use. The cream colored paint seemed to be in perfect condition with the elegant black pin stripes with accent of gold here and there. This was indication that if was the top of the line finish applied to their equipment at that time. She turned the chrome plated industrial shaped crank handle causing the container holder to raise and lowered almost effortlessly. Some oil would remove the minor squeaking of the bearings. Seeing first hand how easily the container could be almost effortlessly raised or lowered gave Beverly a special tingle. This find was beyond anything she could imagine and the idea had already begin to hatch in her mind that once the room and equipment were in working order, she was going to have to try it out for herself. Not all medical equipment allowed for self testing and administration, but this was intoxicating and sent more than a few electric like tingles to her girly parts. No doubt there would be a wet spot in the gusset of her long leg girdle if she had checked with her fingers. The floor was a beautiful effort in small 1 inch hexagon white tiles so common in medical facilities before the war. She liked the way her low heeled shoes clicked on the tile floor. With all hard surfaces, the room was more like an echo chamber and she suspected the walls were thin allowing for what was happening in one room to be easily heard in the room next door. Before checking out the elegant cabinets, she headed down the hallway to the second door to see what was going to be revealed in that room.

When Dr. Dawson opened the second door and turned on the light switch, she was again taken back in time to another era of medical equipment and treatment. There in the center of the room was an elevated tub on a tiled pedestal. Complete with a set of stairs at the end of the tub so the patient could easily ascend and descend the treatment device like she had only seen in her vintage medical texts. Further investigation showed places on either side of the tub for leg restraints and stirrups as needed for the patient. An irrigation stand was built into the head end of the tub for the hanging of syringes. The cabinets were equipped with glass doors so all of the equipment could be seen with ease yet kept free from dust. White cotton cloth was placed on each of the shelves and the equipment still in place from so long ago as if someone had just walked out the day before. This room was definitely the irrigation room of times gone by. The collection of nozzles was exceptional featuring some in glass, most in black Bakelite and a few most likely brass with chrome plating. The drawers contained some glass piston syringes of various sizes and quite an assortment of colon tube diameters and lengths. She was curious and soon headed out of the room to the third door to see what it had to offer.

The third door opened into an office like room with a large desk, book shelves with many medical volumes and several file cabinets. Curiosity got the best of her and she opened one of the top file drawers. Here it seems were patient files from the past . Pulling a random file from the drawer, she opened it and found a stunning record of one of the young women to have been treated in the facility. The notes by both doctor and nurse it appeared, covered the treatments given and the response of the patient to the treatment in vivid details. There was a description of the patient as she was given a treatment enema on the elegant enema chair in the room down the hallway. The notes left no doubt as to how the enema chair was used at least on this patient. Dr. Dawson found it interesting how the nurse noted the response of the patient to the treatment. The 19 year old seemed a bit unsure of the chair as she had never been in such a device before. The first thing after she had removed her clothing, the nurse had her bend over and lubricated her backside so she could easily sit down on the nozzle of the chair. Next she took the patient over to the imposing chair and placed some lubricant on the flexible rubber nozzle soon to penetrate into the patient. The patient was then turned around and helped to sit back and down on the lubricated nozzle waiting for her. The nurse grabbed the nozzle with her hand between the legs of the patient and help to guide the nozzle to its new home for the next few minutes. The patient inhaled with a deep breath as the nozzle began to enter her bottom and soon lowered herself as instructed to the seat. While she got used to the feeling of something big filling her backside, the nurse quickly strapped her fore arms to the arm rests of the chair lest she move about and injure herself.

The nurse noted that almost as soon as the big nozzle had penetrated into her bottom hole, the C cup size breasts with their acorn nipples began to show some sexual excitement as if a switch had been flipped. The lovely pink nipples seemed to swell and the very tips of the nipples began to exhibit almost pencil eraser sized swelling. This was often observed in the more anal sensitive patients and this was to be lasting for the entire treatment in most cases. She knew the doctor would surely enjoy the nipple display as soon as he walked in the room to check on her treatment a few minutes later.

If all of the patient files were so detailed and accurately written, just reading the files would be some of the best entertainment she had seen in a long time. Dr. Dawson would surely find out how the chair worked and how the patients reacted while on it for treatments. This was going to be a very interest summer indeed.