Martha hadn’t felt well in several days and thought a visit to a Doctor might improve her condition. Her sister Grace, told her about the offices of ‘Jennings, Beech and White’ just off Beacon Street. She had the livery driver drop her off on Beacon and walked to the offices. After all, it was a brand new century and it would not be proper to have a woman seen entering a Doctors office that dealt with ones behind. On entering the reception area was vacant except for the prim woman at the desk.

“Good morning,” the woman said.

“I’d like to see a Doctor about a condition I have,” Martha said.

“Yes Ma’am, Dr. White will be free in a few minutes. Please have a seat.” The woman finished clacking on a typewriter and then disappeared down a hall behind her desk.

A few minutes later she reappeared and a large burly man followed her. “Good Morning, I’m Dr. White and you are?”

“Martha, Martha Simmons Dr. White.”

“Come this way Mrs. Simmons.” Martha was lead back to an examination room of white tile with green upper walls and ceiling. There were two examination tables and sort of a chair with foot stirrups angled out from it. She couldn’t help but notice the several large glass vessels fixed to one wall and no less than a dozen oversized enema bags hanging from a drying rack. There were also two large mahogany cabinets housing something electrical since there were wires coming out of them, knobs and meters graced the middle of the front.

“So tell me Martha, what has been bothering you?” Dr. White asked professionally.

“Well, I’ve been so nervous lately and can’t seem to get along with my husband or anyone else. And my bowels, I can’t seem to move them. I’ve taken almost two full bottles of castor oil and my bowels haven’t moved in nearly a week. My stomach hurts really bad.” Martha told him.

The Doctor felt of her stomach through her dress and corset as best he could. “Mrs. Simmons, you don’t have a livery driver waiting for you do you?”

“No, why?” she questioned.

“Because I think you are going to be here for the rest of today and we may have you stay overnight. We are going to need to do some things to get you feeling right. I’ll send Molly in to help you get ready.” And the Doctor went out the door.

A few minutes later a very young and very pretty red headed woman appeared.

“Mrs. Simmons? I’m Molly. I’m going to need you to take off all your clothes and put this gown on.” She said laying the gown on the table beside Martha. “I’m going to get everything ready while you undress.”

“What is the Doctor going to do to me?” Martha asked.

“I don’t know for sure Ma’am, that’s up to the Doctor, but I have to prepare a table and the chair. That usually means that patients are going to be catheterized and have an enema, maybe several.”

“What is that?”

“An enema?”

“No, no. The other thing you said.” Martha asked as she unbuttoned her dress.

“A catheter? That’s where the Doctor puts a tube up into your bladder to make sure that all the ‘pee’ is out. Sometimes for just a few minutes, sometimes for several weeks, I can’t say.”

Martha was mortified. Her most private parts were going to be violated by a Doctor she had met only minutes before. Not even her husband Henry knew about her ‘pee’ hole. All he did was stick his dirty thing into her and leave her with the wet spot in the bed.

Martha had just got the gown on as Dr. White returned. Molly was just finishing the towels in the examination chair.

“Alright Mrs. Simmons, you need to have a seat in this chair here and put your feet up in the stirrups.” Dr. White instructed.

Martha followed the instructions and covered her eyes with her hands. She felt the wisp of air as her gown was raised and thrown back. There was a pause;

“Nurse, she’s matted. Shear this hair off and shave her.”

Molly obliged with a pair of hand hair clippers, squeezing the handles and mowing off her entire pubic mass. Like a professional barber she applied a hot towel much to Martha’s dismay to soften the stubble and then leathered the woman using a straight razor to fine finish her mons and labia. Before she was done she said, “Pull your knees all the way up and hold them Mrs. Simmons. I’m going to have to shave your back side as well.”

Martha felt like she could stand erect under the linoleum on the floor as the razor scraped her inner hip cheeks clean.

Dr. White came in and surveyed Martha’s now hairless crotch. “Much better,” he commented. Molly took a position by Martha’s right side.

Dr. White did an external examination both front and back before admitting a bivalve speculum into Martha’s vagina. She gasped as the thing entered but then there was a series of opening and spreading, opening and spreading with the instrument. She squeezed Molly’s hand as hard as she could. Never in her childless life had her most intimate vestibule been so thoroughly opened. “You appear to be normal Mrs. Simmons,” the Doctor said closing the speculum and withdrawing it. “I am going to give you a catheter to make it a lot more comfortable during your bowel irrigations. Molly, hold her open here, she has a very deep cleft.” Molly obliged spreading Martha’s labia, her orifice was well hidden.

Dr. White didn’t believe in over stocking of things that might not be used. He kept one size of catheter for adults, a Fr. 26. If it didn’t fit, he would make it fit.

“Mrs. Simmons,” Molly said, “You need to start taking some really deep breaths before the catheter goes in.”

“Is it going to hurt?” Martha asked.

“It’s going to sting a lot the first few times you have it done.” Molly told her.

In an instant the Doctor forced two of his fingers into Martha’s vagina and then started the catheter on its journey. There was a white hot pain in her crotch. It was like her most private part had been run over by the wheels of the Plaza trolley.

“Oh my God No, Please No, Please, Please.” By then it was too late, the tube was well into her bladder.

Dr. White paid his patient no mind as to complaints and off-handedly said, “Get her ready for a triple, I’ll need a 40, a 60 and a 72.”

“Yes Doctor,” Molly replied.

Martha was still reeling from the intrusion to her bladder. “Oh my God. What is he going to do to me now?” she asked.

“Dr. White is going to give you several enemas Mrs. Simmons. We have women here day after day that have this done. It makes you feel so much better and so much more relaxed. Dr. White treats me once a month, the same as you will have. It isn’t very pleasant while it happens but the next day you feel so much better, especially if he uses the console on you, that big cabinet over there. Sometimes he keeps patients over night but he has to feel that they are very special when he does. They usually are here every week after that.” Molly told her. “Now you need to get on this table so I can get you ready for the Doctor.”