Chapter 11 - Susan Continues to Get Hers

"Dr. Cummings, the cramps are stronger now!" Susan moaned.

Ken stopped the flow of the enema temporarily. "Just keep breathing slowly Susan, and the cramps will diminish." He said soothingly as he rubbed the small of her back.

Susan was on her right side in the Sims position. Her right hand and arm were under her head and her left hand was holding her stomach. Dr. Ken was standing behind her smiling at her continuous modesty. Every once in a while Susan would bring her hand around to the back to check to see if the hospital gown was closed. One could only see a white tube protruding out through the slit of the gown leading up towards the hanging enema can. All that was pleasingly discernible to Ken were Susan's slender thighs and long shapely legs.

"Susan why do you continue to try to cover yourself up? I've already seen that little fanny of yours in more ways than one. Anyway, haven't you continuously told me that you aren't shy?" He began to chuckle softly.

She groaned, "Ohoo, I'm in discomfort, and all you can think to do is tease me mercilessly about a part of my anatomy!"

"OK, I'll cease with the teasing. In the meanwhile let's get this pretty hair of yours pulled back and up off your neck and face." She felt Dr. Cummings tie back her long dark brown wavy hair up with a red velvet ribbon. He had found the ribbon in his desk draw from a Christmas gift that was given to him by a former patient. "Tell me when the cramps have lessened so I can continue the flow, Susan."

She waited a few more moments. "OK, I'm ready." She whimpered.

The click of the clamp was heard and once again Susan could feel the warm liquid flow up and into her rectum. The warmth radiated into and throughout her midsection. A few minutes passed by before Susan began to breath heavily and emit a low cry. "Ohoooooo, Dr. Cummings, please stop the flow!" He stopped the flow and rubbed the small of her back with his right hand while his left rested on her hip. "Easy now, you're doing fine. Breath in and out slowly for me." Her breathing came in slow arduous breaths. "That's a girl," he gently comforted.

A little time went by. With a frowning expression on her face she asked in a breathless voice, "How much is left ?"

Since Ken was so tall, all he needed to do is bend his burly neck towards the inside of the enema pail to see its contents. "There's about a little over eight ounces left. You're doing great. Hang in there. It's almost all inside of you, now." Ken had decided to have her take this first enema laying in only one position using only castile soap. The second enema would be done at different angles and with an added component for a more effective purging of the bowels.

He began the flow again and than reached over from behind with his left hand and began to gently massage her underbelly. At the same time he rubbed her back with his right hand.

"Oh, NO, DON'T do that!" She cried out!" It only makes it worse!' She quickly grabbed his muscular arm away from her abdomen. Instead of forgoing it, she held onto his arm closely over her full bosom and began to lightly scratch the dark springy hair that covered his strong arm muscles. It helped her take her mind off her discomfort. He had removed his gloves shortly after her enema had been resumed. She rested her cheek against the crisp hair covering his flesh atop his brawny forearm while she gently moved her nails up and down. She could still smell a mixture of soap and latex on his virile hands. She remembered with fondness that same soapy fragrance when just a short while ago he bathed the inside and outside of her vagina. Recalling his gentle hands stroking the secret parts of her body made her tingle with excitement!

Ken smiled. "Does doing that to my arm make this procedure easier for you to endure, Susan?" It was affable for him as well to feel both her full, voluptuous soft breasts nestled between his strong arm.

"Do you want your silly arm back?" She quietly groaned and asked at the same time. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction that his arm was very comforting to her as well as sensual to touch.

He quietly chuckled. "There you go again, answering a question with another question! No, not if it helps to distract my pretty patient from the discomfort she's feeling." After a few more minutes went by there came a sucking sound coming from the bottom of the enema can. Ken closed the clamp and said quietly, "All, done!" He stroked the back of her head. "Now, I want you to try to hold it for just a few minutes, OK?

"That's a few minutes too long." She lamented.

"You can hold it. I know you can!" Ken's voice was encouraging. Ken looked up at the wall clock to make note of the time. He wanted her to retain the enema for at least five minutes.

A minute went by. "Dr. Cummings, please allow me to use the bathroom NOW! I have to go badly!" She grunted and moaned. Her body began to tensely squirm on the bed and her nails began to dig into his flesh as a result from the severe intestinal cramping she was experiencing.

"Susan, I think you better let go of my arm." Jokingly he said, "Your beginning to draw blood." He withdrew his arm from her firm grasp.

"Please, may I use the bathroom now?" She pleaded!

"Suzy, you can do this! The longer you're able to hold it, the better the expulsion you'll have! I don't have to tell you that! You're nurse!" He kept his voice calm and even to help encourage her while he began again to massage her back.

Another minute went by before soft laments were once again heard from Susan. Ken noticed moisture seeping through the upper back of Susan's gown. "Dr. Cummings, I feel sick to my stomach!"

"Try panting like a doggie, Susan. That might help get rid of the nausea." She did for a few seconds before she began to fuss. " I GOT TO GO NOW!" She cried out! Ken looked up at the clock and saw she only had a little less than three minuets left.

"Come on Susan! Sister said you were a trooper last month for her. You can persevere again for me!" He wanted to come across stern but gentle at the same time.

It was difficult for her to lay still on the mattress and cope with the severe cramping. Loud gurgling sounds were coming from her paunch due to all the hot soapy liquid churning deep inside her intestines. Still on her side, she had gone into a fetal position rationalizing that it would enable the cramps to be more tolerable. With her knees up to her chest she flexed her feet and curled her toes. "You're a cruel bastard!" She cried clutching her stomach.

"Susan, I thought you weren't going to answer me back anymore!"

"YOU thought wrong!" She whimpered petulantly.

In the event that Susan might become ill, Ken went to fetch a white enamel basin for Susan to regurgitate in. When he returned Susan was attempting to slide off the bed.

"Woa, stop where you are!" Surprisingly, she did. He placed the basin on the bed besides Susan's head.

"If and when I get sick Dr. Cummings, I want it to be in a flushing toilet and NOT in some stupid pan!" She cried crossly!

"Sorry, Susan, this will have to suffice for now." Standing behind her he placed his left hand firmly on her hip while he gently pressed his right hand on her shoulder in an attempt to keep her immobile.

His gesture didn't work for very long because she began to squirm her little fanny. Her bare buttocks became exposed from all the wiggling she was doing. She was in acute discomfort and despite her modesty didn't care if all or part of her body laid bare. "Susan, calm down, be a good girl and try to lay still. Concentrate on your breathing." He said quietly in a stern voice.

"YOU OWE ME!" She wailed, clutching her belly tighter. By this time Ken had come around the other side of the bed to face her.

He leaned over and crossed his arm over her waist and pursued to rub her upper back. "I owe you for what, Susan?"

She lifted her head to look up at him. There were beads of moisture on her pretty face. "You owe me for that horrendous spanking you gave me!" She cried.

He leaned down closer to her face and whispered, "Oh I see! That pretty little mind of yours is conniving again! In order for you to have your own way, you're going to use a little emotional blackmail on Dr. Ken. See if you can make me feel guiltier than I already feel! He made a tisking sound. "Don't you think that's taking advantage of me?"

"Dr. Cummings!" She cried.

"Yes, Susan?" He asked sweetly.

"GO TO HELL!"

He spoke condescendingly. "Is that anyway to talk to your doctor? What if Sr. Kate heard you?"

She yelled, "I DON'T GIVE A DAMN!" She started sliding herself backwards off the bed away from him. Ken reached over the bed and gently tried to hold her still by placing his hands on her waist.

Too late. She managed to pull herself away from his reach and was standing up. "Susan, just one more minute!" He came around to the other side of the bed and again tried to return her into a laying position by placing his hands on her shoulders and guiding her backwards towards the bed.

"You know what you can do with YOUR MINUTE doctor! With that loud comment she pushed his big hands down and away, and headed towards the bathroom door wheeling the IV pole along side of her. The enema tube was hanging from the can with the end of it still deeply embedded up inside her rectum between the opened gown. All she could think of was desperately wanting relief as she quickly walked towards the bathroom! "I'm going to be sick!"

"All right, you win! Let me at least detach the tube from the can for you." He did just that while giving her a foreboding look. "I'm being entirely too lenient with you, young lady!" She gave him a smirk as she took hold of the tube and held it up. He helped her walk the rest of the way to the entrance of the bathroom. "There are paper towels on the floor next to the commode you can wrap the enema nozzle in."

"I know the procedure!" She breathlessly said. "I just want some privacy, please!" She was bent over as she walked with her hand on her rounded distended abdomen. "I look like Mrs. Peruzzie with this swollen stomach!" Ken smiled. He entertained the thought of one day keeping her barefoot and pregnant.

"Of course, you can have all the privacy you want. However, I want you to call me, if you need me, OK? By the way, don't flush the toilet." She pretended not to hear his last command!

Her speech and breathing were laborious. "I feel awful! I just know I'm going to be sick!"

"You'll feel better after you empty your bowels from this first enema." Ken closed the door behind her as she entered the bathroom.

After a few moments elapsed he heard loud grunts followed by torrents of fluid and bodily waste dropping noisily into the commode. While he was preparing another hot soapy enema he heard the toilet flush several times. He muttered under his breath, "God, she's stubborn!" Than he heard spewing coming from behind the bathroom door. He became alarmed. He quickly went up to the closed door. "Susan, are you all right in there?!"

She whimpered aloud, "I'm all right! Don't come in here!" Than he heard the spray water run from the bidet. After some time lapsed Susan finally emerged from the bathroom looking pale.

He quickly approached her. "Susan are you OK? I heard you vomit in there!" He had a serious expression on his face as he gently touched her hand. A few yards away she saw hanging from the IV pole another hot enema encased in a flannel covering. She gave Ken a sour look when she saw the second enema all ready to go.

"I told you I felt like I was going to be ill. It happens sometimes when I receive an enema."

He knew that nausea sometimes accompanied an intestinal cleansing. However, he wanted to make sure. "You look a little peaked. You might be coming down with something." He let go of her hand to placed his up to her forehead. "You feel warm to me. I'm going to take your temperature."

She saw him go for a rectal thermometer from the medical cabinet. "NO, Dr. Cummings, please that's not necessary!"

"I happen to think it is necessary." He said sternly as he sat on the edge of the bed and gently pulled her over by her waist towards him. He opened the jar of petroleum jelly and Susan looked down to watch him spear the rectal thermometer with the brown jell. How she hated the smell of that emollient!

"You treat me like a little baby! First that embarrassing sponge bath, now this!"

His voice was unsympathetic. "You need to be treated like a baby. Which reminds me!" He wiped his hand on a towel and placed the lubricated thermometer on a covered tray on the bedside table. He pulled her towards him and squeezed her waist with both his strong hands. She stared at him squarely in the face. "Susan, why did you flush the toilet? I specifically told you not to!" They were very close. Her small pelvis was pressing hard against the top of his large muscular knees.

Her cute dimpled chin went up and answered him antagonistically. "You didn't need to see anything! I'm a nurse, remember! Believe me, it was up to your standards, doctor!"

He expelled a frustrated breath. "You're absolutely exasperating! You know that, don't you?"

"I know! You want to make something out of it?" She asked belligerently.

He looked at her with a sly grin on his face. His hands were still on her tiny waste. "I pity the man that falls in love with you, Susan Sheridan!" She felt his huge strong hands tighten around her.

"That's simple doctor! Don't ever fall in love with me!"

He gave her waist another little squeeze and pulled her closer. "You're pretty sure of yourself, aren't you? What makes you think I'd fall in love with you?" He didn't wait for an answer. It annoyed him that perhaps he was allowing himself to be easily read making his true feelings visible to her. "Besides, young lady, you keep up this persistent willfulness of yours and no one will fall in love with you!"

"That's JUST fine with me!" She explained determinedly.

"FINE," and with that he tightly lifted her by the waist with his powerful hands, pulled her up and over his sturdy lap and opened the slit of her gown. Once again her small naked behind was over Ken's firm thighs. He lifted her up a little further over his lap allowing her small feet to dangle a few inches off the floor. It always amazed him how small and dainty her body was when ever he handled her. Turning his face towards the back of her small head he asked, "I guess all that purging you did from both ends made you feel a lot better and is prompting you to mouth off at your doctor again, mmm?"

"OH, SHUT UP!"

"Aren't you taking a chance young lady, telling me to 'shut up', considering what happened to you the last time you were in this very vulnerable position!" He teased.

Susan stiffened and in a pleading voice said, "Dr. Cummings, you wouldn't be that cruel? You wouldn't strike me again on my already sore behind?"

He paused a moment so she could think about it. "I have no desire to spank you again. At least not at the moment." Teasingly he said, "however, it appears that your cruising for another bruising with this pugnacious attitude of yours!" He felt her body go rigid. He smiled. "Let's have another truce shall we! I think that will make it, truce number three." He parted her crevice and began to lubricate her ass hole.

"STOP doing that!" She began to jiggle her small curvaceous hips and fanny.

"OH, be quiet and lay still! You know damn well you like this!"

"I don't either!"

"Liar!"

He determinedly took hold of her curvy buttock cheeks again and watched her head quickly bob up as he slowly spread them apart. He began to insert the thermometer deeply between her greased crack. She arched her back and whimpered as the glass rod slid up and inside her rectum. "That wasn't so bad." He said smiling slyly. She quieted down as Ken massaged her entire back while the thermometer jutted out of her small rump. He saw and felt her body relax as he gently stroked her spinal column in an up and down sensual motion. " Isn't that better?" She answered him by mewing softly and contentedly. He had stopped rubbing her backbone and Susan could feel his hand travel down to her buttocks. He began to mold and squeeze his hand on her bottom. "You've got the cutest tush! Has anyone ever told you that?"

"Lot's of people have." She said with complacency.

"Who are they? I'll kill them!" Susan tried to stifle a giggle.

"I'm going to rub some more of that salve on this red bottom of yours." He once again rubbed in the anesthetized ointment on both buttock cheeks. "It doesn't feel as painful as before, does it Susan?" She liked feeling his big broad hand splayed wide on her buttock as he gently and slowly kneaded in the salve. She felt that he genuinely cared and was really sorry for the hard whacks he had administered earlier on her backside.

"It feels better when you put the salve on but the numbing doesn't last that long."

"Well, we'll just keep applying more when the pain returns. OK?" He replied huskily.

Susan felt Ken's large hand spread her cranny to remove the thermometer. It felt good as it glided out of her tight crevice. Ken read it's reading. "You're OK." He gave her an affectionate pat on her little rump.

"Waste of time." She mumbled under her breath as she slid off his lap and stood up.

Looking down towards her face he seriously answered her. "Not to me, it wasn't. As he went to the sink to wash his hands he asked, "are you still feeling queasy?"

"No."

"Does that happen often when you're given an enema, Susan?"

"Only when I haven't moved my bowels in many days."

"I bet you haven't eaten much this week. Am I right?"

"That's true, I haven't been very hungry." She answered dismally.

"Well, when nothing comes out, nothing wants to go in. I guarantee that after all these enemas I'm administering, tomorrow you will be famished!" He walked up to her and cupped her soft cheek in the palm of his hand and their eyes made contact. Her enormous green eyes were as hypnotic to him as his brown eyes were to her. She liked studying his handsome good looks and still continued to get a tingle in all her erogenous areas of her body when he spoke to her with that deep manly voice. "OK, I want you on the bed now in a knee chest position."

"NO, do I have to?" Her pretty face cringed.

"Susan, I allowed you to get away with it for your rectal exam. Not this time, I want this second enema to get high into your upper colon."

"Do I really need a second enema? I expelled a lot with the last one!"

"I wouldn't know young lady, you went and flushed the toilet when I told you not to!"

"Can't you take my word for it?" She was somewhat annoyed of his skepticism. "Don't you trust me?"

He thought he would give her what she gave him in his office. "I haven't decided that yet." He grinned. She sneered. "Furthermore, do you want me to encounter any surprises when I lookup that cute bottom of yours? That would be a little embarrassing for you. Don't you think?" He affectionately caressed her comely face with the back of his hand.

She moved her cheek along to the soft rhythmic touch of his fondling fingers. "You won't come upon anything!" She answered softly.

"Susan, I want you clean as a whistle in there," with warm familiarity his hand came down to lovingly squeezed her buttock, "when I insert the scope up into this cute rectum you have back there!" She cringed at the thought of the exam she was about to have in a little while and her heart began to race. "By rights, I really should administer a colon tube up that charming backside of yours. That would definitely assure a good, total clean out" He gave her buttock an additional squeeze.

Susan gave him a startling look and pulled herself away from him! "Oh, please Dr. Cummings! NOT THAT! NOT a colon tube! Please, I don't want a colon tube put up my bottom!" She began to shake!

Ken quickly went to put his arms gently around her trembling body. He didn't like seeing that frightened look on her face. "Sh, sh, it's OK. I'm not going to put a colon tube up that cute fanny of yours, just an enema nozzle! OK? Calm down!" He thought another horrific remembrance of her aunt, no doubt. He took her firmly by the shoulders and made a little space between them. Looking down towards her he said, "However, you do need another enema, Susan, OK?" She slowly and unenthusiastically nodded her head. He endearingly pinched her chin. "That's my girl!"

He had placed a strong additive to the castile soap mixture in this second enema. He wouldn't tell her this, but it would act the same as a colon tube.

As Susan climbed on the bed she wined, "This position is so undignified and humiliating."

"I know, I know," he patronized. "Think of it as a great method to get a good, deep internal cleansing, OK?" It's a great way for me to see all of you, he thought devilishly. He had her at the very end of the bed so the IV pole could be moved around the foot of the bed to accompany each position.

Susan was now on her knees with her chest all the way down hugging the mattress. Her bottom was high up into the air. The hospital gown had fallen off both sides of her bottom. Her genitalia along with her naked bottom was exhibited! Dr. Cummings placed his hands on the inside of her inner calves and spread her slender legs further apart. The infamous gloves went on. Once again she felt his long large right finger deeply sink in and out of her tight anal hole with petroleum jelly while his left hand spread her buttocks wide so he could get a clear view of her crinkling pit. It was enjoyable to feast his eyes on her in this very revealing pose.

"Ohoo, pleease Dr. Cummings not so long this time!" She was getting aroused again.

He withdrew his finger. "OK, Susan, lubricating all done!" He wanted badly to see and hear her cum again but his inner voice told him, no. "In a few moments you're going to feel pressure again." He slowly inserted and twisted in the rubber nozzle into her anus and began to inflate it. The pressure against the confines of her rectum were tightly felt as the balloon type enema nozzle began to expand inside her bottom.

"Ohooooo, she moaned.

"Here comes the flow, take a deep breath, Susan, and let it out nice and slow." He said calmly and gently. He knew this enema was going to be rough for her.

In this position Susan could feel the hot liquid travel deeply into her entrails. After a few minutes she cried, "Aaaaa, ohoooo, STOP the flow! Pleeease stop the flow!" Ken stopped the flow the moment she cried out. Susan lifted her head and chest off the mattress and was gasping for breath while on all fours. "Oh the cramps are worse than before, Dr. Cummings! You made it too hot and too strong!"

"We're not going to start that again, are we Susan?" He gently rubbed the outside of her calves and than the small of her back. "Try to keep your chest down." He gently pushed her head back down towards the mattress. "It's not surprising that the cramps are stronger. In this position the soapy mixture is getting to and breaking up fecal matter that wasn't touched before." He tried to reason with her but secretly knew that what he had added to the enema can would produce stronger cramps.

"You really meant it when you said you give thorough enemas, didn't you?" She said breathlessly.

"I'm afraid so, sweetie." He felt a trifle guilty that he had to make the enema solution more potent. "Come on now we anticipated this! You haven't moved your bowels in almost a week! You badly needed a good, hot, strong enema to really clean you out."

All the time he spoke to her he gratified himself with the vision of her beautiful round curvaceous pink mounds on either side of her greased cranny that was raised high up in the air. He began to massage one of her buttock cheeks. Her peach color skin was as soft as silk against his fingertips and the palm of his hand. From this angle her sweet furry pussy peeked out from underneath. She looked so delectable with the tube hanging out of her ass crack that led up to the enema can. Once again he could feel himself getting hard inside his pants. He waited a few moments. "Let's turn you over on your back?"

"NO, I don't want to," she whimpered.

"Please, do as I say, Susan." He wasn't about to let her get away with anything this time! He helped her on her side and than onto her back. He pressed her bent knees towards her chest. He adjusted the enema tube between her beautiful spread legs and slim thighs. She could feel his hairy muscle bound arm brush against her mound of pubic hair when he reached up between her legs to gently massage her underbelly. He cupped her raised knee cap with his left hand while his right hand did all the rubbing. He looked down towards her between wide open legs the entire time.

"Ohooo," she moaned. Her head lolled from side to side and her feet came up off the mattress with her thighs spread further apart. "I hate it when you do that!" She placed her hand on top of his to hinder it's up and down movement.

"I need no assistance Susan." He said firmly! When he was done massaging her stomach he than began to give her a foot massage on the inner arch of each suspended foot. He pressed down hard but gently with the pads of his thumbs. Through out this entire procedure he continued to focus his eyes deeply into hers while his strong fingers continued to do there job on her dainty feet. She thought his eyes were expressively beautiful and was caught up in their mesmerizing gaze! If it weren't for the abdominal cramps she would of felt like she was in heaven! He continued the enema flow for a minute or two while she still was on her back. After massaging her feet he stood at the side of the bed. He now had the entire length of his left arm under the folds of both her bent knees so she could rest her legs on his extended arm. While he did that he tenderly looked down towards her face as he caressed her forehead with the palm of his right hand.

She thought that last months' cramps were bad when Sr. Kate gave her enemas at her home. Yet, at the moment she was absolutely convinced that these abominable spasms were far worse! Susan began to perspire and continued to loll her head from side to side. "The cramps, they are SO intense," she whimpered breathlessly.

Still caressing her forehead with the same gentle backward motion he said soothingly, "I know chipmunk. It's almost over now. When this is finished you're going to feel so much better!" Ken than place her on her side for a while than ended the enema back with her in a knee chest position.

"Towards the end of the enema Susan began to cry tears of anguish. "I'M SO tired of enemas! I'M TIRED OF BEING constipated all the time!" She wailed! "When's it ALL going to end?" She buried her face into the pillow and began to beat her clenched fists on either side of her head.

He began to gently stroke the back of her head. "Easy now, everything is going to be fine. I'm going to help little Miss Irregular become regular. You watch and see if I don't."

The rest of the enema came with a lot of continued crying and theatrical begging to go to the bathroom. Dr. Cummings was determined that she was going to take the whole two quarts and hold it for five minutes, and she certainly DID!

"Please, please Dr. Cummings!" She made an attempt to get off the bed as before.

NO, Susan, NOT this time. This time you're going to obey me!" He placed his hands on either side of her waist and held her gently but stiffly in position.

"I hate you!" She whimpered.

"You can hate me all you want. I won't take it personally."

Susan's weeping now came in agonizing cries! "PLEEESE DR. CUMMINGS, NO MORE!"

"No, no, come on now, stop your carrying on! You're almost done." He felt guilty seeing her in so much distress. But he reminded himself that she needed this. "Continue to think of how good you're going to feel and how hungry you're going to be!"

To Susan it felt as if a limitlessness amount of time had gone by! Finally, the time came when Ken disconnected the enema hose from the hanging can and allowed her off the bed to help her walk to the entrance of the bathroom. She was bending over at the waist and was still crying and moaning. "Has anyone ever exploded from an enema?" She whimpered. Ken laughed and answered, "Well, let's see, mm, I think there was man only last week." He laughed and than his voice became serious. "No, of course NOT." He continued to chuckle quietly as he close the door behind her. It enraged her that he was cracking jokes while she was experiencing so much discomfort!

He had asked her again NOT to flush the toilet with this second enema but she did anyway leaving Ken frustrated. The sounds behind the closed door sounded like an explosion of fecal matter hitting the water in the toilet! Susan came out of the bathroom only to turn around again to go back in. That occurred three more times before she emerged from the bathroom for a longer amount of time. When she finally did come out Ken was sitting on the edge of the bed with his long sturdy legs stretched out before him with his arms folded across his chest. He lifted his head and smiled at her. "By the sounds of it young lady you expelled quite a bit of bodily excrement."

Damn him, she thought to herself. "DON'T look so smug!" Her eyes were slightly puffy from sobbing so hard.

"ME SMUG?"

"YES you! You added something extra into that enema can! Didn't YOU?" She bent over to hold tight her gut and turned quickly around again to go back to the bathroom. Once again Ken heard a thunderous amount of feces escape from Susan's innards into the toilet bowl! When she came back out she was tearful. "My intestines feel like they're coming out!"

Ken was concern and quickly stood up. "Susan, did you expel any blood?"

"No!"

His face registered somberness. "Seriously, Susan, you would tell me if there was blood, wouldn't you?" He remembered Ann never told him that she had blood in her stools with the onset of her illness.

"Yes, of course I would! I may be stubborn, Dr. Cummings, but I'm not stupid!"

Two rinse enemas came last over Ken's lap. Susan was very quiet during this last phase. He massaged her lower and upper back than worked on her shoulders. She was like putty in his hands. The rinses along with the extras were much more comfortable and even enjoyable for Susan. When she came out of the bathroom after the second rinse and another shower she felt very weak. He had a large thermal mug of hot chamomile tea waiting for her to drink.

"Here you go Susan. This is good to drink after you've had a few enemas. It's soothing to the stomach." He could tell she was drained by the languid way she carried herself. He firmly took hold of her elbow and helped her climbed up onto the bed. He placed the mug in between both her small hands. She sat up and drank the tea slowly. He sat quietly by the bed and leaned over with his hands folded in front of his mouth studying her carefully while she daintily sipped her tea. She looked adorable in that pony tail that he had coifed for her earlier. The red velvet ribbon in her hair reminded him that his Christmas present had come early this year! She noticed he was always looking at her in a caring way. She liked it, but than again she wasn't sure. He asked, "how do you feel?"

"Hollow inside." She began to rub her belly.

"That's good!" He got up from the chair momentarily to gently press his fingers down on her abdomen. "That means I did a good thorough job of cleaning you out! You certainly needed it!" Another one of his impish dimpled grins appeared on his virile face.

She pushed his hand away. It annoyed her to see how egotistical he was. Secretly she would love one day to give him an enema.

Ken sat down again and stretched out his legs on another chair with his arms folded again over his enormous chest looking every complacent. "Still hate me?" He asked with a self-satisfied wicked grin.

Pouting, she answered in a grumpy tone. "YES"

His head went back and he roared with laughter! "I don't think you really hate me, Susan. You just want me to think you do!" He continued to chuckle quietly looking pleased as punch.

"What did you put into that enema can?" She demanded angrily!

"I put in two packets of castile soap, of course." He smiled.

"Are you sure it wasn't really Fluid Draino?"

"Well, if you must know, I put in three ounces of a garlic derivative. It's holistic. It comes from India. It promises a complete purging of the upper colon without, I might add, the use of a colon tube. Which you so emphatically did not want young lady, remember?"

She wanted to strangle him! "You bastard, two packets of castile soap wasn't sufficient?" She continued to fume! "Are you sure it was from India? I wouldn't be surprised if it came from one of those Middle Eastern countries where they use it as an implement of torture!"

"I must say Susan you do have a flare for the melodramatic!" He placed his hand up to his mouth to try to cover his laughter. He thought he better tone it down since he saw how livid she was becoming. "Oh, don't be such a crybaby! You were badly constipated, Susan! You damn well needed it!"

"Just you wait Dr. Cummings! There'll be a day when I will give you a very large strong three quart enema with a pint of lemon juice in it and force you to hold it for fifteen very long minutes! I won't budge an inch when you begin to beg for mercy!"

"Oooooo, I can't wait! Is that a promise? Who's the one that sounds 'cruel,' now?" He laughed even harder than before. It infuriated her to see and hear him chortling at her like this! Ken finally quieted down a bit and asked. "You think you've lost some of your shyness and inhibitions with me now?" He asked in his deep manly voice.

"For the umpteenth time, I told YOU! I'm not shy!" She was still miffed and was pouting with those beautiful full pink lips of hers that Ken enjoyed gaping at.

She was going to stick to that redundant comment no matter how many times he would ask her. "Have it your own way." He continued to study her with a smile on his good looking face. He loved looking at her beautiful chiseled features. "Do you trust me now?"

Once again she displayed her hot-temper. "Trust YOU, he asks? You have your nerve, doctor! Perhaps one day I could trust you! Provided of course, you don't ever flog me again, and put any extra surprises into enema cans!"

In a patronizing voice he answered, "Well, you be a good little girl and I won't have to 'flog' you again! As far as putting something extra into an enema can, let's hope I never have to force it inside your bowels again, OK?" He loved to tease her as well as gawk at her beauty!

She was livid! "You mean, you would pump that God awful acid into me again?"

"If I thought it was necessary for you to have a sufficient intestinal catharsis, I damn well would!" Susan was angrily glaring at him with turquoise color eyes. He knew that was a sign that she was incensed with him! Five minutes passed before Susan's seething had fittingly calmed down and her eyes had returned to being emerald green again. It amazed him! How does she do that? It was phenomenal! Nevertheless, he was beginning to get accustom to it !

She asked testily, "Aren't you the least bit shy?" She thought she'd turn the tables on him!

"Who me?" He once again laughed heartily in that low husky resonant tone. "Hell, NO! Neither is my brother, for that matter! My sisters aren't shy either. All of us, including our parents, are not at all inhibited. We were all raised to feel good about our bodies and that our bodily functions were and are a normal, natural occurrence." Ken began to laugh again. In fact, every year Mark and I go to a nudist colony for a vacation." Ken told the truth about Mark but lied about himself. He thought he'd have a little fun with her. "Last year he had a photograph taken of himself, me included, and all the people we hung out with. In the photo we're all line up in a row on the beach in our birthday suits. It's a real HOOT! In fact, Mark's going to blow it up and put it in all the guest rooms when the folks come for Thanksgiving dinner next month."

"He's going to what?" She looked shocked!

"You heard right! My brother is a regular prankster!"

I would think you would object since you're in the photo as well! Furthermore, what will your parents think?"

"My family is very broad minded about such matters and I told you, I'm not, unlike someone I know, at all inhibited about my body!"

Susan shook her head from side to side still not believing what she was just told! "You know of course, that your brother is not very well liked among the nurses. He's nasty and uses foul language excessively! I've also heard it rumored, that he's quite the lady killer!" She paused. "He's not at all like you. Well, what I mean is he is not as refine as you are."

"Mmm, in what other way are we not alike?" He was curious and he was glad that there was something about himself that she did find attractive.

"He's seems reckless and dangerous. Sort of like what you would call a bad boy type."

"OH, and I'm not?" He was grinning at her devilishly!

"My instincts tell me that you're not."

"Well, what if I was to tell you that I plan to put that same nude photo in all my Christmas cards this year! What do your instincts tell you now?" Ken was in stitches!

Susan looked at him in disbelief! "Really, Dr. Cummings! You're incorrigible! I take it back! Perhaps you are more like your brother!

However, she was convinced that they both had a fervent temper! Once, in the ER she had seen Mark become volatile towards a man that had beat his wife up to a pulp! She remembered it took two hospital security guards and an orderly to pry him off the man. Now, she was also aware that Ken too had an explosive nature. She was strongly reminded of that fact as she squirmed uncomfortably on her bruised fanny.

She finished her tea and Ken got up to take the empty mug from her. He sat down again but not without first turning one of the chairs around and straddling it backwards with his huge frame.

Ken wrapped his strong, muscular arms around it's back and he suddenly got serious. "You assessed my kid brother accurately! That's him to a tee! I understand him and I know that he and I are different. There's a reason for that difference which I don't feel the need to go into at the moment. I'm aware of his unfavorable behavior here at the hospital." He pensively smiled. "You may not believe this, but behind that gruff exterior, there lies underneath a very sweet, tender guy! He just wants everyone to think he's tough!" Ken paused a moment. "As far as all the women he has had, well, that's true, he just needs to find the right girl to settle down with. In fact, he has been having a very difficult time concerning one woman in particular." Susan gave him a questioning look. "He made the unfortunate mistake of falling in love with the wrong type of woman." She nodded her head. Susan thought it was endearing of him to be sensitive to his brother's feelings.

"You have sisters?" She asked.

"Three; one's a nurse, one's a teacher, married with two kids, and the third, the youngest, is only fifteen and is in high school."

"Did you all receive enemas when you were children like Shannon and I?" She asked curiously.

"My brother and sisters suffered with bad bouts of constipation when they were young. I never had problems with my bowels until I broke my leg as a senior in the all important high school football game! I had just made the winning pass before a ton of flesh came down hard on my right leg! I was the town hero, but not without consequences! It was a serious break and two operations were necessary. I was confined to bed for a long time. As a result of inactivity and all the pain medication my dad gave me I became badly constipated. Both our parents are doctors. My mother gave me some of those same awful disposable chemical type enemas from the hospital. One day my dad took pity on me and gave me my first soapy bag enema. So you see, like I told you, I do know what those pre-mixed enemas feel like." He paused a moment. "But, Susan, unlike you and your sister we were given enemas in a loving and gentle environment."

She lowered her eyes. Ken noticed Susan became despondent with his last remark. "You and your sister had a rough time of it with that sadistic aunt of yours?"

She lowered her head. "What do you know of it?" She asked softy.

"Sister Kate filled me in a little about your childhood and if you remember correctly, Susan, you had a mild panic attack in my office when you spoke of a rectal exam done by a man your aunt brought to the house. I have a suspicion that your second hysterical attack dealt with the same unpleasant incident. Am I right?"

Her green eyes became enormous when he brought back that terrible memory. Sensing her rueful demeanor, he felt the need to go to her. He lifted his sturdy leg over the back of the chair from his straddling position. His tall, manly frame approached the edge of the bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed he gingerly picked up her small hand and held it in his very large one. It was like a giant's hand holding a little elf's hand with dainty fingers.

He waited and hoped she'd unmask her troubling past. When she didn't speak, he asked, "May I ask where your parents were during these unpleasant episodes?" He didn't get a response. The only visible observation Ken could see was a preoccupied look in Susan's enormous green eyes. "You need to talk about it Susan." He fondled her hand gently. "Susan, I'm here for you if you want to discuss it." He said calmly.

It was obvious to Ken that she didn't want to talk about it because she quickly changed the subject. "What was that you were doing to the soles of my feet before? I've never had that done to me while receiving an enema."

He thoughtfully gazed at her for a few seconds. "A colon therapist told me that a foot massage makes for a good expulsion when a patient receives an enema or a colonic type enema.

"My God, didn't you think the soap and garlic were adequate for a good elimination! I had to have my feet massaged as well?" She said peevishly!

"Now, cut that out! I did what I thought was best for you! Let's leave it at that, shall we?" He thought silence at this time was his best defense before speaking again. "I'm going to suggest that you go to a colon therapist. It might prove helpful. It's a holistic approach to good, healthy bowel health."

"I've heard about colonics but I've never gone for one. Does it hurt?"

"No, not at all. It's nothing like a regular enema! An anal speculum is gently inserted up your rectum which is connected to a tube that leads up to a machine. Warm water is pumped and flushed up inside your colon. As soon as you feel the urgency to defecate you inform the therapist and she in turn releases a valve for the colonic machine to draw feces from your colon through the tube and into a closed sewage system. There's no offensive odor. You feel very refreshed afterwards. I think you would like it. I've recommended it to a few of my patients with satisfying results. I'm trying to get the hospital to have some installed here along with licensed therapists."

He wanted to try another attempt to get her to lay bare her resentful feelings towards her aunt. "Susan, getting back to your aunt."

She changed the subject again. How are you going to explain my very red and sore behind to Sister Katherine?"

OK, he thought, don't force it! She'll divulge her feelings when she's ready. Ken was about to answer her when they both heard Sr. Katherine come into the adjoining office. "See you in a little while Susan." He got up and proceeded to leave the room. His face displayed a solemn expression as he walked out. Ken wasn't looking forward to this encounter with Sister Kate. He knew, knowing her, that this confrontation was going to be an unpleasant one.