Chapter 10 - Ken Makes Amends

He immediately went to her. With great sensitivity he approached her closely, and carefully placed both the palms of his hands on either side of her tear stained face. Gently, his hands simultaneously brushed the hair out of her eyes. He tried to get her to look at him. He noticed that they were no longer green but a vibrant glassy turquoise. Comparable to the color of the water he had recently seen in Bermuda. It was distressing to see that relentless glazed stare looking back at him in a somewhat catatonic state.

She cringed backwards in fright. Wrapping his arms around her he ignored her attempt to push him away. He began to lovingly cradle her in his arms. Her childlike whimpers were accompanied by soft little staccato hiccups.

“D...don’t, (hiccup), touch me! G…get (hiccup) away from (hiccup) me!” He knew it was a good sign that she was reacting towards him and making an effort to communicate!

He refused to let go and continued to gently encase her in his mammoth arms. “Susan, Susan,” he said gently. “I’m so sorry! Sh, sh, sh, please don’t cry! You stay here on the bed. I’ll be right back.”

He could still hear her soft pathetic sobs and hiccuping while he went to fetch a clean hospital gown, a basin of hot sudsy water along with some other things. When he returned he first went to remove her soiled gown. Leaning over, he gently went behind her neck to untie the strings. “NO, (hiccup) NO, (hiccup). I have nothing (hiccup) on underneath.” She hiccuped and whimpered at the same time.

“You’re being silly.” He cooed soothingly. “I’m a doctor. It’s OK. I’m not looking at you.” For the first time that afternoon since he met her, he wasn’t ravenously looking at her. He was more concerned about restoring back her dignity and begging her forgiveness!

With constant gentle cajoling he managed to remove her gown. He than tossed it in the large receptacle besides the bed for the hospital laundry. Susan immediately took both her slender arms and crisscrossed them over her full unclad breasts in a pathetic effort to cover the upper part of her nude body. She jackknifed into a fetal position and buried her face into the pillow, sobbing.

“Sh, sh it’s all right.” He softly prattled in a comforting voice as he put on a pair of gloves.

He went around to the other side of the narrow bed lifted her up and placed a large clean towel under her bottom. He first wiped the back of her legs and the outside and inside of her anal area with pre- moisten disposable towels.

“Please, (hiccup) please (hiccup) d..d..don’t do that, (hiccup) Dr. Cummings!” She sobbed. She was mortified that this was taking place! “Please call a (hiccup) a nurse to do this! Stop…. Please….. stop!” She tried to sit up on her side and push his hands away.

No, no, it’s all right.” He gently urged her down again on her side. Motionless, she just laid there in submission and shamefully sobbed! “ Easy now. That’s a girl. I’m almost done. I’m responsible for this happening to you, Susan. It’s the least I can do.” Susan continued to weep quietly. “Sh, sh, you just lie there quietly and allow me take care of you.” He said tenderly.

Next, he submerged a washcloth in the warm sudsy water and began to bathe her in all the same areas as if she was a baby. In his way, he was humbling himself to her without the slightest qualm. It was at that precise moment that he knew in his heart that he absolutely loved and adored her.

He carefully dried her off with another towel and than removed his gloves and tossed them away. Coming around to the other side of the bed he noticed her sustained endeavor to cover herself. “Susan it’s all right. I have clean gown here for you.” While he unfolded the clean hospital gown he looked down at her with love and sorrowful remorse.

“Come, Susan put your arms in the sleeves for me.” He gingerly lifted her upper torso to help her to accommodate him. “That’s a girl.” He leaned over to tie it at the neck and than carefully urged her down back onto her right side making sure the gown was covering her backside.

He went to emptied the basin. He came quickly back to Susan’s bedside. He leaned over and placed his mouth up very close to her tear stained face.

“Susan , do you need to use the bathroom?” He asked softly.

“No.” She whimpered.

“I’m going to bring into the bathroom and place you on the commode, just to make sure. Place your arms around my neck.”

He placed his right arm under the delicate fold of her knees and the other around her narrow waist. She in turned firmly wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her bosom snugly against his immense chest. She buried her face into his brawny neck and smelled that same woodsy fragrance that she remembered upon entering his office for the first time. “That’s a good girl.” He said tenderly as he slightly squeezed her more up towards his chest. His broad cheek pressed against her moist temple. She felt so fragile and warm in his arms. He was relieved that she was no longer trying to push him away. He slowly picked up her light weight figure, carried her to the bathroom and placed her carefully down on the amenity making sure her gown was opened in the back. Her hand squeezed his shoulder as she winced in pain when her sore bottom touched the top of the toilet seat. Ken observed her discomfort and said softly as he patted her hand on his shoulder, “That tender bottom of yours will need attention in a little while, Susan.”

He crouched down in front of her. “Are you OK?” She first wet her full lips, closed her eyes tightly shut and reopened them again and nodded.

“Do you need for me to leave, Susan? If not, I need to say something to you.” Susan just shook her head. He remained crouching in front of her with his hands grasping underneath her elbows and lower arms. Their eyes were on the same level with one another. In a pleading voice with tears in his eyes he exclaimed, “Susan, Susan, please, please, forgive me for what I did! I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me?”

She picked up her hand and gently brushed away a tear that rolled down his strong cheekbone. She could tell that he was INDEED sorry. “Dr. Cummings (hiccup) please, you mustn’t (hiccup) do that! It was just as much (hiccup) my fault as it was yours.” Ken gingerly picked up her hand and kissed it. To break the awkwardness of the moment she asked softly, “Do you think (hiccup) I could possibly take a shower?” It appeared to him that she had quieted down a bit. The hiccuping persisted but the sobbing had ceased. Huge, moist, emerald green eyes with hints of gold were again gazing back at him.

“Sure, of course it’s possible! There are clean towels under the sink. Everything you need is in the shower, including a disposable shower cap.”

She replied airily, “just like a hotel.” Her eyes had a dispirited look to them. Their appearance gave Ken reason to be concern. He wondered if she would ever recover from this unpleasant incident.

He softly chuckled and leaned over on still crouched legs to give her a soft kiss on her silky forehead. “ Yeah sweetie, just like a hotel.” He stood up and looked down at her. “Will you be all right?”

She nodded. “Try not to make the water too hot. It will sting your bottom.” He took a breath. “Call me, if you need me.” She nodded again.

He left her alone and humbly closed the door. He leaned his muscular body and hovered morosely against the nearby wall. When he heard the water begin to run he began to weep quietly. How could I have done that to her! What in God’s name possessed me to hurt her like that? He composed himself by wiping his eyes with the back of his hands and than proceeded to strip the bed and redo it again. Feeling warm, his lab coat came off. Next, a salve for Susan’s bruised bottom was retrieved from the medicine cabinet. While he went to put some ice in a basin and obtain several clean wash cloths the running water from the shower had stopped. He went to sit on the edge of the bed looking very dejected. While he waited for her to come out he noticed her pink chemise on the table and carefully picked it up and lifted it to his face. He deeply inhaled the clean soapy fragrance of her; beautiful, sweet, Susan! During the remaining time in which he sat there, he kept asking himself! How in heavens name am I going to explain Susan’s battered backside to Sr. Katherine?

Susan came out timidly from the bathroom with her wavy hair flowing down her back and onto her shoulders. Her face was all pink and dewy from the warm steam of the shower. Ken could smell the flowery shower jell that Sister had put in there to bathe with.

“How do you feel?” He asked worriedly.

“I feel better, but my rear end burns ! ”

He slowly walked over to her and lead her by the hand to a near by chair. “Susan I want you to kneel on this chair and hold onto the back of it while I place some cold compresses onto your sore buttocks.”

Subserviently, she did what was asked of her. She kneeled on the seat of the chair, leaned over and placed both hands on the back of it and held on tightly. Standing along side of her he opened the slit to the gown and wrapped, from underneath, his left arm and hand around her waist. He gripped her tightly against his firm stomach. “This is going to sting a little Susan.” He gently pressed the first cold compress onto her blistered fanny. He could feel her rib cage expand against his inner forearm when he applied the cold compress to her inflamed backside. With this first application, her back stiffly arched and her head went up and back in pain. “Ohooo”, she moaned! My backside feels like it’s on fire!” From underneath he held on firmly to the front of her waist while focusing on her raised head.

“I know, easy now. Let me apply these compresses just a couple more times. It will help alleviate the swelling.” Seeing her raw bottom and hearing her moans of agony made him feel continuously guilty and it reminded him that he acted like some kind of crazed, untamed barbarian. He applied another cold compress. He could feel her stomach muscles tighten and the ponderous breaths she took when he placed the cold cloth against her swollen buttocks. Again her head came up, her back stiffly arched inward and her toes curled up while still kneeling over and gripping tightly to the back of the chair. He held on to her gently but securely. She moaned loudly. “Aaaaaa! Please Dr.Cummings ! That’s enough! No more, pleeease!”

“OK, sweetie no more,” he said tenderly. Susan straighten up her body, thankful for the reprieve. While still on her knees, they embraced. Her small head rested on his huge brawny shoulder as he let the cold cloth drop from his hand to stroke her long hair.

“I’m sorry for the way I acted. I provoked you into getting mad.” Susan said softly.

“I’m the one who should be sorry, Susan! My behavior was atrocious!” They stayed that way for a few moments in silence.

“OK, now for the salve. Lean over again while I apply this on your backside. This will help a lot. It has a numbing results.” He began to gently apply a generous amount of the ointment on one protruding buttock cheek. His masculine hand was so large that he was able to splay it out upon the entire surface to one side of her bottom.

Susan was holding on to the back of the chair so tightly that her knuckles were beginning to turn white. “Ohoooo, when does the numbing start because I,,,,(wincing sound) don’t feel like anything is deadened yet,” she moaned.

“Give it a chance to work, Susan.” Ken said calmly as he continued to massage gently in a slow rotating motion on the other buttock cheek.

While he was trying to bring her some relief she said, “You certainty pack a real wallop!” His face frowned when he heard her say that. Deviously, she thought that perhaps if she could make him feel guiltier, he just might let her go home and than he wouldn’t have to worry about explaining the spanking to Sr. Katherine. “You don’t even know your own strength? Do you Dr. Cummings?”

“I guess I don’t.” He replied regretfully. He continued to lightly rub her buttocks.

“Dr. Cummings?” She made a wincing sound.

“Easy now. Mmmm, Yes?”

Her breathing came in short gasps as he rubbed. “If you allow me to go home now, Sister Katherine never need know what happened here today.” She held her breath and hoped that this idea would work!

Ken smiled. He put the salve down and wiped his hand on a towel. He than lifted her gently by the shoulders from her kneeling position so that he could search her eyes. “ You little chipmunk! You never give up, do you?” He softly chuckled. Susan lowered her face. “Look at me.” He lifted her dimpled chin with his index finger. “Nice try , sweetie, but it’s not going to work. I didn’t act like a very responsible medical professional in this room a little while ago. If I let you walk out of here now, Susan, without you having this proctoscope exam, an exam I might add that should of taken place over a year ago, I would really be negligent in my duty as a doctor. No, as tempting as that might be, I’m going to have to face the music where Sr. Kate is concerned. I’m not looking forward to it! However, I don’t have a choice in the matter.” His voice became stern. “I’m determined to see you have this exam!” He smiled. “Heedless to say, that I am very appreciative of the fact, that you a….. were willing to sacrifice so much by going home.” He gave her one of his jaunty dimpled smiles.

“I’ll reschedule!” She answered coyly, disregarding his impish levity.

He gently said, “ We both know you won’t do that!” He drew her close to his immense chest and gave her a bear hug. He leaned his face over and spoke gently into her ear. “What do you say we try these series of enemas again, Mmm, OK? I’ll be as gentle with you, Susan, as I possibly can.” There was long pause before she slowly and finally nodded consent. “She felt his huge hands squeezed her affectionately around her waist. “That’s a good girl!”

He stopped to think a moment. “How about you tell Dr. Ken the truth, now.” Susan gave him a questioning stare. “When was the last time you moved your bowels?”

She lowered her eyes than raised them again.“ I told you it was four days ago!” Ken gave her a very long ambiguous stare.

“Try again, Susan.” He said with a persistent edge to his voice while looking attentively down towards her.

“Five days!” She looked away.

He lifted her chin and forced her to look in his direction. “Mmmmm, try one more time.” He could tell she was lying.

“OK, OK, it was….. six days ago! Are you happy, now!” She was annoyed with herself for being finally honest with him.

“No, that doesn’t make me happy. Susan, even if you weren’t getting this exam today, you would still need help to eliminate a lot of backed up bodily waste from your bowels!” Susan rolled her green eyes.

In a very sedate and calm voice he said, “You get back on the bed in the same position as before while I prepare the solution.” Susan’s mouth opened as if to say something when Ken gently placed his index finger on her full rosy lips. “I won’t make it too strong or too hot, OK?” She closed her eyes and nodded.

The numbing influence of the salve was finally achieving it’s purpose as she lay on her right side on the bed. She began to hug the pillow tightly while listening with anticipation to the water running in the bathroom. She got excited. What’s it going to be like to receive an enema from a big hulk of a man that reminded her of Tarzan?

His tall, generative frame finally came through the bathroom door. “Does your bottom feel better?”

“Yes, the salve is working.”

The enema can was encased in a flannel type stocking to keep it’s contents warm and once again was hung on the IV pole. Its white tube and inflatable nozzle were hanging from the end of it. He went to stand besides the bed facing her. Susan lifted herself on her right elbow and stretched her head over her left shoulder to stare apprehensively at the enema nozzle. She was very much aware that soon that same nozzle would be inserted deeply, by his manly hands, up and into her trembling bottom! She shuddered in dismay and ado!

Ken noticed her enormous green eyes were nervously fixed on the nozzle. He leaned over and gently placed his hand on her pretty face and turned it towards him. “Hay, focus on me sweetie, NOT the nozzle, OK”? He straightened up and continued to speak and look at her gently as he rolled up his sleeve on his right arm. Susan was pleasantly distracted by his black springy hair that covered his strong, tan muscular forearm! “Susan, keep in mind that you will have cramping since you haven’t moved your bowels in a few days.”

She answered him wearily, “ I know. I’ve been through this before, Dr. Cummings.” She thought for a moment and lifted her head. “I did expel quite a bit with that God awful suppository you gave me.” Standing by the side of the bed he gazed down at her thoughtfully as he rolled up the other sleeve.

“That’s true Susan, but I encountered additional hard stool up your rectum when you bore down for me during your rectal exam. There’s a lot of hard fecal matter that needs to escape from you first before you can even begin to have a sufficient cleansing and expulsion.” Susan began to sigh with anxiety.

“Suzy, come on. You’re a nurse. You know the ropes. Besides, it’s not like this is your very first enema! Like you said you’ve been through this before.” He affectionately squeezed her dainty foot.

“It’s my first enema from a man!” She said nervously.

He leaned his handsome face up close to hers while pressing his well-built arms down on the bed’s mattress on either side of her slender body. She got excited when she saw his arm muscles flex. Noticeably too was his expressive, beautiful nut brown eyes. They were blood shot and it appeared to her that he had done additional crying after he had left her in the bathroom.

“It’s no different from getting one from a woman. Just like a female nurse, I plan to be very understanding and gentle with you. OK?” She nodded with her eyes cast down.

He stood up and carefully looked down to her. “You know Susan despite what you may have thought of me before. I had no intention, and still have no intention, of pumping all that hot enema solution up your rectum without stopping. Just as long as you know that before we begin! OK?” She nodded again. “Good! Is my pretty patient ready for her enema from her very caring doctor?” He gave her one of his dazzling smiles as he gently reached for her pretty face and pinched her cheek. He wanted to make it as easy for her as he could. He also wanted desperately to make atonement for the hard punishment he had unconscionably given her!

“Yes, Dr. Cummings I’m ready.” She answered sluggishly.

“You don’t sound very enthusiastic!” He said teasingly.

“Should I be?”

“Yeah, it’s the best enemas you’ll ever get!” She didn’t smile. “Come on Susan, where’s your sense of humor?”

“Dr. Cummings I came here today, after a shift that began at five am, thinking that I would only get a quick exam and a few prescriptions. Instead, I had an embarrassing fecal blockage, I’m given a suppository from HELL, I’m drugged, and now I’m about to receive enemas from the attending physician( who looks like a Mr. Universe) who, just only three quarters of an hour ago gave me a severe lambasting on my bare buttocks not to mention a sponge bath on and inside my exposed rear end! You will excuse me Dr. Cummings, if I don’t display a sense of humor!”

Ken wanted to laugh. But he knew that would be insensitive. “Well young lady, I guess that puts me in my place! Now doesn’t it!” Susan was too tired to respond and wondered what next could possibly happen? Next, came the sound of his deep husky voice. “OK, let’s get this show on the road! Shall we?”

He proceeded with all the formalities that go along with enema giving. The rubber gloves went on and the jar of petroleum jelly once again came into view.

“Susan, I need for you to scoot down towards the edge of the bed as before.” He helped position her on her right side. He straightened her right leg and gently pushed her left knee to flex very closely towards her chest. He opened up her gown to expose her buttock crack. She flinched while biting down on her bottom lip as he gently lifted up the curvy pulpy part of her buttock cheek. She was very much aware that his strong virile hands were, now, exclusively in control of her backside. Next, came his well lubricated finger entering her puckering brown hole. She withdrew back again! She was both fearful and excited!

“Easy now, Susan. By now, you should be use to me prodding you back here.”

Susan at once began to get sexually aroused as soon as she felt a large, firm finger perforate her hole. Her breathing became heavier. Like before, Ken recognized the signs of what this stimulation was capable of doing to his anal erotic patient. When he felt her relax more his strong large fingers on his left hand firmly lifted her buttock cheek even higher and with his right hand began to slowly insert his finger even further inside her sweet chasm. She gave a louder whimper when this occurred. “ It’s OK! Just getting into you a little deeper.” At a leisurely pace his slippery finger slid in and out of her tight hole repeatedly. He could feel that she was a little tense. “ Susan, try to relax a little bit more for me.” Each time he penetrated deeper into her warm moist anal cavity the louder she moaned. There was no doubt to him about it now, this area of her body was a HOT erogenous one!

She was a little concern. “ Ohoo, she moaned, every time you withdraw your finger Dr.Cummings, it feels like I’m having a bowel movement.”

He reassured her. “I assure you, that’s NOT taking place. It only feels that way. Please don’t worry and try to relax!”

“Dr. Cummings, OH,oooooo Dr. Cummings!” Her backbone began to tensely arch and her cute little fanny protruded out. She grunted and whimpered softly at the same time. He spied her left hand going down between her legs. She began to rub herself around her clitoris. She moaned his name again. “Dr. Cummings, Dr. Cummings!”

While still entering in and out of her ass hole with his finger, he cooed tranquilly, “Huh, huh, mmmm, does my pretty patient want to say something to her doctor?” Her answer to him was another louder moan of ecstasy. Ken smiled as he stretched his neck over her petite size and observed the dreamy look that registered on her pretty face. It was more fun to bestow on her physical pleasure than physical pain any day.

In his deep husky voice he impishly said, “You know what I think, Susan?”

“What?” She answered in a soft heavenly like whimper.

“I think my pretty little patient likes this!”

“I…. DON’T…… either!” She moaned.

“Mmmm, you’re not a very convincing liar, Susan.” He said playfully. He couldn’t stop smiling. He loved watching her delicate, well-developed body slightly writhe and submit pleasurably to his probing finger deep inside her moist warm anal canal.

He continued to talk soothingly while the redundant motion of his finger continued to enter her in and out. “My pretty patient is being exceedingly good at the moment. Does she want me to stop?” He asked teasingly.

“NOOOO!’ She moaned.

He removed his finger momentarily to put more petroleum jelly on it. She involuntarily mewed like a kitten to show her discontent.

“OH, don’t be impatient. My finger is soon coming back to that sweet tush of yours.” He couldn’t stop smiling.

She did very much miss his long, large finger and wanted badly for him to insert it back into her sensitive fanny. When he did enter her again she gave forth a louder moan of rapture.

“Oh yes! My pretty patient definitely like this!” He said mischievously. Unquestionably, he derived more joy from this activity than spanking her!

It was time to insert the inflatable nozzle between her buttock crack. “Let’s see how my sweet patient does with this!” He gently lifted her buttock cheek high and wide so that he could get a clear view of the slow, insertion and twisting motion of the oil-soaked nozzle disappearing deep into her very greased brown hole. She continued to whimper. “Your going to feel pressure now Suzy inside you anus.“

His voice was gentle and comforting. “Take a deep breath for me, sweetie, and let it out nice… and slow…..” She did. “That’s a good girl.” He closed the valve and than slowly squeezed the outside bulb to inflate the rectal nozzle buried deep inside her bottom. The sensation was that of a very restricted balloon expanding tightly against her mushy, sensitive rectal walls. She moaned again. ‘Ohooooooo!”

“It’s OK,” he said reassuringly. “Am I hurting you?”

“No,” she mewed.

“You’re going to feel a rush of warm liquid go up your backside now.”

There came a loud click of the clamp on the enema tube. The tube stiffen up as the warm soapy solution began to flow down through it and travel up and into Susan’s small rectum. The combination of his deep penetrating finger from before and the first initial warmth traveling up inside her erotic anal tunnel was a tremendous sensual turn on for her. He happily studied her from behind and noticed how her voluptuous, aroused body responded to this carnal pleasure! He regretted that he had taken off his lab coat. There was nothing to cover his erection inside his pants.

In the meanwhile, Susan felt an even stronger pulsation around her vaginal lips. “Oh, Oh, Dr. Cummings!”

He dotingly leaned over her and soothingly said, “It’s OK, Suzy. Enjoy the sensations!”

While still laying on her right straight leg she brought down her left leg and tensely straightened it along side with the other. She began to point her toes downward profusely. Her exposed outer left thigh that was visible to him began to contract inward when she squeezed her buttock cheeks together. This in turn tugged on the enema tube between her buttock crack. When Ken saw that, he stopped the flow of solution flowing up and into her rectum. At that moment Susan brought down her other arm and tightly cupped both her hands around her crotch applying more pressure to her soft mound of short pubic hair. She than began to rub hard above the upper folds of her labia. With her hands still buried between her legs she than swiftly drew both her knees high up towards her chest. She turned her face into the pillow to muffle her cry. It felt like a huge wave of water rushing from her backside up through the front of her genital area, flooding up deep inside of her. Her small feet rigidly pointed down and flexed up repeatedly! Her heart was beating excessively fast and her sweet slender body shook ever so slightly. It was over! She didn’t move! Breathing heavily she lay in that same fetal position with her hands between her upper thighs holding on tightly to her mound of hair that was covering her genitalia.

Ken removed his lubricated gloves and then walked around to the other side of the bed where she was laying. He sat down on the edge of the bed smiling down on her. He began to gently caress her head.

“Mmmmmm, what just happen here, Susan?” He asked mischievously.

“Nothing happened!” She muffled into the pillow.

“I think not, Susan. Something most definitely DID happen!”

He brought his hand down to massage her lower back. He especially liked to place his large finger tips in the soft indentations of her small dimples that laid above her rounded derrière. “Mmmm, I wonder what could have happened,” he teased?

Still shaken, she was embarrassed and angry. She turned her head out from the pillow up towards him, “ You heel ! You know DAMN well what just happened! YOU were responsible for bringing it on!”

Ken smiled down towards her and then began to quietly chuckle. “ Susan, it isn’t like you didn’t help!” He continued caress as he as he quietly laughed.

“Stop, laughing at me!” She sounded hurt and humiliated.

“Susan, I’m not really laughing at you. I think your incredible! You just have to learn to lose your inhibitions! That’s all!” His eyes reverted to her delicate hands. She was still tightly clutching her soft pile of pubic hair. “Let me take a look at you down there,” he said in his deep husky voice.

“NO!”

Ignoring her protests he got up and walked to the foot of the bed. While she was still in a fetal position and gripping onto her crotch he reached over and gently took hold of her slim ankles and slowly slid her body along with the enema tube, embedded inside her, all the way down to the edge of the bed. Ken tried to gently bring her hands away from her vulva.

“No,” she protested again! She made a futile endeavor to push his hands away from her genitals! He gently tried again and finally succeeded with gentle coaxing to move her hands away from her private parts.

At this point in time, Ken thought as an extra precaution he thought that it would be a good idea that he give the enema nozzle that was embedded in her, an extra slight squeeze to prevent any leakage. He slowly compress his fingers on the exposed rubber bulb. “Ohooo, Dr. Cummings!” She felt the balloon inside press even harder against her sphincter!

“Now, we don’t want my pretty patient to have another accident? Do we?’ Susan shook her head from side to side in agreement.

First the IV pole was rolled from the side to the foot of the bed to accommodate the soon to be repositioning of the enema tube. He leaned over and gently turned Susan off her right side and onto her back. He than griped firmly under the delicate fold of her knee to her left leg and lifted it. He maneuvered the enema tube underneath her raised leg and laid the tube between her legs. She was now on her back with the tube still deeply encased up her rectum while at the same time it was resting on the mattress between her bent legs. She could still feel the inflated balloon nozzle pressing tightly against her sphincter and rectal walls. Ken leaned over and lifted her arms and placed them high above her head so she wouldn’t be tempted to cover her twat again. She tightly kept her bent legs closed thinking that perhaps that would discourage him from examining her.

He was standing at the foot of the bed leaning and looking down towards her. “Come on, be a good girl and open wide those beautiful legs of yours for your doctor.”

“I have to go to the bathroom!” She said breathlessly.

He smiled. “Oh, no you don’t! You’re not going to pull that little stunt on me again, young lady!’

During this time as Ken’s eyes were centered on her face, he placed his large beefy hands on the inside of each of her delicate kneecaps and gently began to push them apart. She resisted a bit. “Be a good girl Susan. I’m not going to hurt you,” he said quietly. She brought down her arms a little and splayed them on either side of her head. Her long hair had fanned out on the bed and her beautiful face was looking up at him with a distrustful, shameful expression. Ken continued to gently pry her legs wider apart until her precious feet came off the mattress. She made another stubborn attempt to stop him, by bringing her feet down again on the bed and snapping her bent knees together.

“Susan, now cut that out! I’m just going to take a quick look! That’s all! I’m not going to hurt you!” He said sternly.

Once again, Ken applied gentle pressure on the inside of her knees to once again open them. Once her knees were opened he pushed them higher up towards her chest making possible for her small feet to dangle. Using the palms of his hands he delicately pressed against the inside of her smooth upper thighs to spread the entire length of her slender legs even wider apart then before. When his sensitive hand came slowly down and brushed against her pubic hair she tried to cringed back away from his probing fingers. “Susan, lay still for me!” At last, his fingers made contact! She began to loll her head from side to side against the mattress.

“Dr. Cummings, pleeease don’t touch me there,” she cried!

“Sh, sh, be a good girl for me!” He said calmly.

All the blood rushed to her face, staining it a bright crimson. Her small slender fingers began to flutter along with the insides of her stomach.

“No, no!” She sniveled.

“It’s OK. That’s a girl! Keep your legs wide open for me and stay that way.”

With his fingers on his left hand he opened and separated her outer vaginal lips and than her inner vaginal lips, than while opening them wider he pushed away some of her short pubic hair with his right hand to get a clear view of her clitoris up above. “ Dr. Cummings, no please don’t, don’t!’ Susan whimpered.

Raising his head to look at her, “Sh, Sh, what’s my little chipmunk whimpering about? Trust me, I’m not going to do anything bad to you!”

Her genitalia was soaking wet. The vaginal discharge was staining the protective pad on the bed. His fingers were covered with her sweet smelling emission. While still looking at her between diffused legs he lightly tapped her tiny nub of pleasure with his right index finger. Susan’s body jerked up and her little feet kicked slightly. She turned her face quickly away in embarrassment!

She protested, “Pleeease, don’t do THAT, Dr. Cummings!” A drop of perspiration trickled down her smooth forehead along with beads of sweat appeared above her upper lip!

With his hand still separating her vaginal lips he looked down at her between her wide open thighs and asked as he tapped her sweet protruding nub a second time, “It’s sensitive right there? Isn’t it?” He couldn’t keep back a smile.

The lower part of her body recoiled and she became irritated at his roguish smile ! “Yes doctor, you could say that!” She than clamped her legs shut again, disregarding his hands, and once again went onto her side and into a tight fetal position. She shut her eyes tight. She didn’t want to look at him! He was glad that her tenacious spirit had returned. Without saying a word he pressed his large palm against the fleshy part of her left inner thigh and lifted it to readjust the enema tube, as before, so it was jutting out of her buttock crevice from behind. She felt a moist residue rub off his fingers and onto her bare flesh that lay along her inner thigh. How embarrassing! That same thick, wet release had come from HER, from the inside of her vagina! With her eyes still shut she sensed him moving away from the bed.

She then heard the water running at the sink. He had returned with a warm wet washcloth. He once again positioned her on her back and spread her legs far apart so he could bathe her around her genital area. Despite the fact that her face became heated with embarrassment she didn’t contest. The warm washcloth felt good against her womanhood. With the washcloth he slowly and gently stroked her. He started from her clitoris and traveled towards the tender and sensitive crevice that lay between her vaginal lips in an up, down motion. At one point she felt his covered finger push into her vagina and washed her in there as well. He couldn’t of been more tender.

He continued to gently bathe her. In doing so, she lay there looking up at him through wide open knees and stretched out legs. Her voice had a touch of sarcasm and wit. “Well doctor, THIS is your lucky day! It appears that you’re getting to wash the inside of every private orifice of my body!”

His hands were still in the act of washing the delicate folds between her vaginal lips in a pleasant caressing motion when he answered her. “That’s true Susan, and I’m thoroughly cherishing every moment!” He looked down on her between her opened legs and gave her one of his impish grins. It seemed that she did have a sense of humor after all! He settled her back on her side and went to wash his hands.

“I need to take another shower.” She called out to him.

He returned and sat down besides her on the side of the bed and gently stroked her lower back in a gentle up and down motion. “Susan, you don’t need a shower. You’re not dirty! Your body released a normal vaginal secretion. If anything, it helps clean the inside of your vagina.” She became very quiet and still. Her self-consciousness was overwhelming! He stroked her entire back a little faster. “ Susan, I don’t want you to feel ashamed. It’s OK. Nothing bad happened, here!”

She was angry and embarrassed and finally spoke. “You must think I’m an immoral, pathetic loser!”

“I think no such thing! I think that your a normal, healthy, young woman who needs to explore and understand her own body. That’s all!” He understood what she was feeling and wanted to put her at ease! Surreptitiously, he liked the idea that she was inexperienced. Yet, he wasn’t completely sure that she wasn’t a virgin! However, his instincts told him that she still was. When the right time comes, he would, without a doubt, enjoy teaching her all there was to know about the many amorous acts of passion that there was to learn!

“I bet you think I’ve never had a man! Well, I’ll have you know DOCTOR that I’ve had lots, and lots of men, and I still do!”

He knew that she was lying and it was only her stubborn pride that was talking. “I don’t doubt that for a moment, Susan. You’re a very pretty girl.” A few moments went by. “Susan, are you ready to continue with this enema?”

“What if it happens again?” She asked nervously while wiping the silent tears she had shed.

He grinned like a scamp as he got up to give her a tissue. “ So, what if it does?” He leaned forward close to her face and cupped his hand over her forehead. He caressed the top of her head with a backward motion. “ If it happens again, you just lie back and enjoy it!” He doubted it very much that she would have another orgasm once she began to cramp from the series of enemas that he was about to give her.

Susan was a bit disturbed at his blasé attitude where HER bodily responses were concerned, “That’s easy for you to say, Dr. Cummings. It’s NOT your body that’s laying here on this bed.”

He answered, “That’s true.”

He thought secretly, I just have to try real hard to restrain my own normal bodily urges and keep my dick in my pants, that’s all! He put on another pair of plastic gloves and with the enema clamp in his hand he leaned over to gently rub her lower back again. “Is my pretty patient ready for the rest of her enema?”

“Yes.” She answered reluctantly. Once again she heard the loud click of the clamp and felt the sensuous warm homogenous, soapy mixture being pumped deeply into her bowels.