Chapter 13 - Susans Examination II

Sr. Kate helped Susan bend over the proctologist exam table. She was propped up waiting for Dr. Cummings to enter the room to examine her. Sister poked her head into his office and abruptly said, “She’s ready for you.” When Ken entered he could tell that Sister was still very angry with him and she refused to give him eye contact. Her constant hostility told him that some time would have to transpire before he would receive absolution from her.

On the instrument tray was a metal proctoscope, a series of black anal dilators already well lubricated, a long syringe filled with cream, special additional lubricant and a small anal speculum along with rubber gloves.

When Ken entered the examination room Susan was already bending over the exam table in a hospital gown. Her bare bottom was partially exposed.

“Ready to go for a little ride Susan?” Dr. Ken asked. A button was pressed and the sound of a quiet motorized mechanism could be heard as the table started to move with her on it allowing her body to go into a sloping position. Her head went down lower as her bottom went higher. When her small bottom reached it’s desired height Dr. Cummings stopped the motor. He opened the slit in the back of the gown so her backside could be fully exposed. Seeing her red, swollen buttocks continued to make him feel remorseful! Apparently Sister had put additional salve on Susan’s raw buttock cheeks because there was a new sheen of ointment on them.

Susan was both embarrassed and excited at the same time when she felt his hands open her gown. Her knee caps were in two moveable padded knee cups that enabled her thighs and legs to be spread opened easily while bent over and laying tilted on her stomach. He was standing in front of both her closed bent knees. He proceeded to gently open her legs wide on either side of him which made it possible for him to stand in between her long slender legs. Her cute swollen bottom came up almost close to his face. He had a good view of her furry pussy from this angle as well. This would allow a better view to see up inside her rectum and to sufficiently dilate her small brown hole. All afternoon, he secretly wondered what she did for exercise that left her with a nearly a perfect derrière, narrow hips, and firm thighs. A strong powerful light was than put on over her raised body on the tilting examining table. She could feel the warmth of the lamp’s rays against her exposed skin. The heat from the lamp made her discolored fanny burn more. She heard again that anticipated sound of rubber gloves snapping on. Sister Kate was on Susan’s left side holding her hand and stroking the back of her head in an effort to keep her calm and relaxed.

Ken said gently. “Take a deep breath for me Susan and let it out nice and slow. Keep doing that until I finish examining you. It will ALL be over before you know it.” She obeyed.

Dr. Cummings parted her buttock cheeks very wide with his left gloved hand while his right hand began to once again lubricate her small brown hole. He was using liberal amounts of ointment on his strong fingers. Susan could feel the cool air on her anus as soon as her buttock cheeks were spread wide opened. She began to whimper softly when his well lubricated finger entered her anal opening. His finger gently slid passed her sphincter. There was no doubt it in her mind. His large strong manly fingers were totally in charge of her small rounded fanny. Ken wondered if Susan would once again have another culmination of physical arousal as before.

“It’s OK Susan. You are doing just fine. I’m using an analgesic ointment up your anal canal to help relax your sphincter.” He knew that by using this cream it would minimize pain when the proctoscope was inserted up her bottom. Ken slowly worked his firm slippery fingers up higher in to her rectum. She began to feel again as before a pulsating sensation around her vaginal lips. She could feel moisture leak from her vagina.

Secretly she prayed, please… God, don’t make him notice!

He then took a syringe full of cream and injected it high inside her anal canal slowly so that she would get additional lubricant high into her rectum. “OHOOOO!” She moaned.

“Now, now it’s all right. Try thinking of something pleasant.” He cooed in his low deep voice.

First came a small well lubricated black dilator. He slowly inserted it. Then he began to work it further up inside her bottom ever so slowly. When he saw that her anal hole was beginning to get bigger he pushed it in a little further up her hole. After leaving it in there for a few minutes he than removed the first dilator and replaced it slowly with the second size dilator to go in and up her rectum. This purposely took a while in the event that it would minimize discomfort for her.

Susan turned her face towards Sister Kate and whispered, “Sister it feels like I’m defecating!”

Ken’s head swiftly looked up and spoke. “I heard that, Susan! I give you my word! That’s NOT taking place. I gave you a thoroughgoing over with the enemas you received! There isn’t a trace of fecal matter within you. Take my word for it and try to dismiss the thought from your mind. OK?”

Susan began to feel her anal hole being stretched and at the same time began to feel more sexually aroused. Not conscience of what she was doing, she began to press and slightly rub her pelvis down hard onto the raised exam table so she could give her clitoris along with the rest of her vulva additional stimulation.

By the time the last dilator was being slowly inserted up her rectum she was on the brink of a powerful orgasm. Her breaths came in short loud gasps. She began to sigh and moan at the same time. “There, there now it will be over soon.” Sister said as she cradled and patted her head with her soothing hand. Susan’s face was buried face down again into the pillow hoping it would help stifle her moans of pleasure. First her hands on either side of the pillow began to press down hard than her nails started digging into the protective paper that was lining the exam table. Unlike the moments during her rectal exam her body told her that she would not be able to control or stop herself from what was about to happen! It was starting to heavily build up deep inside her. She also knew that this was going to be an explosive orgasm unequal to the one during the onset of her first enema she received from Dr. Ken!

Ken was fully aware of what was happening. He had gotten a preview of it before. He detected moisture oozing out from her vaginal opening staining the protective paper covering the raised, slanted table. Coming from her vagina he smelled a sweet, womanly musk essence. On either side of him he saw her painted toes begin to curl up at the end of her small delicate feet. Her spinal column began to arch allowing her dimpled fanny to protrude up more and her slender inner and outer thighs began to refract. Shapely legs that were spread wide open on either side of him began to kick lightly like a little rabbit. He could also see the contractions she was having inside her bottom! She was opening and closing her buttock cheeks by squeezing them together. This allowed the last dilator to be partially swallowed up in a constricted motion. If they were alone and if she was his girlfriend he would be able to help her reach full climax quickly by stimulating parts of her genitalia with his fingers.

“It’s OK Susan let it go. It happens sometimes. It’s OK to let it happen.” Her buttocks squeezed tightly shut and her whole body first went rigid than began to tremble uncontrollably. The small of her back caved in even deeper than before and her chin raised high off the exam table! It was a magnificent, delicious gradual sensation! Traveling from her clitoris towards the deep insides of her rectum it felt like a giant powerful wall of water was breaking down a portal and filling her up to the highest point of physical pleasure! First came loud yells, “DR. CUMMINGS! DR. CUMMINGS!” Next, escaped a loud cry Ahaaaaaa! The sounds of her loud sighs became higher and higher! The mounting crescendo ended into an earsplitting scream. At this point the paper, lining the exam table on either side of her small head was a mass of shreds. Suddenly her body went limp. She was bathed in perspiration. There would of been complete silence in the room if it wasn’t for Susan’s heavy panting. She could feel her rapidly pounding heart pulsate in her ears.

That same sweet musk scent had become stronger and drifted up towards Ken’s nostrils! It seemed to permeate the warm room. Ken’s eyes were transfixed on the glistening sheen escaping from her body’s pores. He watched the up and down motion of her moist back with every heavy breath she took. Ken thought her beautiful and magnificent! Secretly, he thought that he alone would one day make her climax like that and much more!

Susan wanted to die right than and there! She thought to herself, they must think I’m depraved. She was humiliated beyond belief and would never be able to look at Sister Kate or Dr. Cummings in the face again.

Sister Kate went to fetch a towel to gently wipe and dry Susan’s moist upper and lower back along with her arms.

Dr. Cummings proceeded with the exam as if nothing had happened. He removed the last dilator and replaced it with a small anal speculum. Susan began to softly cry.

“Please don’t cry Susan. What just happened is normal. We talked about this before, remember?” To reassure her and help take her mind off what had just occurred he said calmly, “You’re being a very good patient, Susan. I am almost finished.” Susan continued to cry softly into the pillow. With the anal speculum still protruding out of her small rectum he picked up the metal proctoscope and began to liberally lubricate it with his gloved fingers. He gradually removed the small anal speculum from Susan’s backside and began to cautiously insert the scope up into Susan’s rectum. He knew that if he paused too long at a certain spot it would hurt more.

Susan began to cry a new set of tears from the discomfort of the scope going up deeper inside her rectum. “Easy now.” He said calmly. “Try to relax and take a deep breath.” She did as she was told. What else could she do? He was in complete control of her body! “Good girl. Let it out slowly. That’s a girl.” When the scope reached a certain point inside her rectum, Susan cried out, “ Sister Kate please make him STOP! IT HURTS!”

“Susan squeeze my hand dear!” Sister said sympathetically. Susan squeezed Sister’s hand tightly.

“Dr Cummings…. STOP it hurts!” Susan cried out again. Sister Kate continued to hold Susan’s hand firmly in hers. “SH,SH, try to be still Susan. It’s only for a few more seconds.” Sister cooed.

“Were almost there Susan! Hold on!” Ken said patiently. Dr. Cummings knew he had to proceed and not let Susan’s cries stop him for that would only prolong her discomfort. She cried a little bit longer and than her cries suddenly stopped. Dr. Cummings had passed the painful rectal area upon first entering.

“Susan, the worst is over now.” He said reassuringly. He wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his shirt sleeve.

Some of the tension left Susan’s back and legs. She began to sob softly. Not so much from the previous discomfort she had just felt but mostly from the humiliating climax she had experienced moments before.

“Susan, could you bear down for me again? Her anal muscles flexed out as she bore down. “That’s good!” After a few moments passed he said, “You look good in there Susan. You can relax now. I don’t see any internal hemorrhoids. I might add, I gave your colon a good thorough cleaning out. However, I do see a small anal fissure. It doesn’t appear to be too bad.”

He slowly removed the scope. Her anal hole felt peculiarly enlarged. He removed his gloves and began to massage Susan’s lower back with his hand. “It’s ALL….. over. You were a good girl for us. You came through it nicely.” After a few moments passed he stopped massaging her back and pushed the button. Once more the sound of the motor was heard to lower her backside out of it’s diagonal position on the examination table. “I don’t want you getting up too fast.” He said to her in a gentle-hearted tone. He folded the gown over her bare bottom.

Susan was still bending over when Ken placed his strong hands on either side of her narrow waist and asked her to stand on her feet slowly while he gently lifted her up. He stood behind her and continued to help her stand straight up and to step down backwards off the step making an effort to keep the back of her hospital gown closed.

“I feel a little dizzy.” She said weakly while placing her hand up to her brow. Sister quickly was on Susan’s right while Ken was on her left with his right muscular arm wrapped around her tiny waist. He could still smell her clean scrub scent mixed with that sweet musk smelling secretion that had escaped moments ago from her vaginal opening.

Susan stumbled back a little towards Ken’s enormous chest. “It’s OK. I’m right here. I got you.” He said warmly, “We’re not about to make our star patient fall down on us in a heap. Are we Sr. Kate?” He said lovingly.

“I should say not!” Sister answered.

“I’m all right now.” Susan said weakly as she straightened herself up and lifted her left hand to gently push Ken away from her. She felt SO disgraced. First what happened to her during her enema and now this! “Sister Katherine can help me. I just want to go home.” She wanted desperately to quickly leave and forget everything that had taken place here today! She was thoroughly humiliated! Especially towards Dr. Cummings. At this particular moment, she never wanted to lay eyes on him again for as long as she lived.

He watched as Sister helped Susan walk slowly and enter into the other room. He overheard Susan asked if she could take another shower before dressing and Sr. Kate complying with her request.

Susan was once again dressed in her white nurses uniform and sitting uncomfortably on a pillow by the side of Dr. Cumming’s desk. She permeated a fresh soapy flowery fragrance from her recent shower and wisps of hair on her neck were still damp. She was starring down towards her folded hands in her lap refusing to look up at him. Ken thought despite the half moons under Susan’s eyes and the fatigue on her face she still looked as beautiful as when she first entered his office four hours earlier. He doubt it if anything could ever make her appear unattractive in his eyes.

She was sitting on a special plastic pillow with a hole in the middle of it. Ken had gotten it out for her knowing her blistered bottom would feel better sitting on it.

“It wasn’t so bad? Was it Susan?” Ken asked with concern in his voice. He had become very fond of her and it troubled him that he had to hurt her a few times today. He leaned over to pat her small folded hands. She pulled away. She shifted a little on the seat. The pain on her backside reminded her bitterly the spanking that Dr. Cummings has given her earlier.

With her head still focused down on her hands she answered quietly and in a monotone voice, “I think that exam you performed on me was barbaric!

He was taken back by her curt comment. “I’m sorry you feel that way, Susan.” It troubled him that she thought of him in that crude manner. He paused for a few moments. He cleared his throat before speaking. “How do you feel, otherwise?”

“I feel drained.” She said stiffly.

“It’s not surprising to me that you feel exhausted, Susan. You’ve been through a lot the past couple of hours. How does the opening of your backside feel?”

She lifted her dimpled chin long enough to give him a threatening look. “It feels like a sofa was squeezed through a keyhole!”

Ken got up from his chair to get some additional ointment. Susan didn’t see him wince from what she had just last said. He hated the thought that he had, though it was necessary, to hurt her in that way.

The low resonance of his manly voice was calm and serious. “Susan, if the discomfort continues I want you to soak in a hot tub and than apply this ointment to the outside and inside of your anal opening. Also you can take some aspirin as well. There are a few bars of special medicated soap in the bag you can use to wash around your anal area. The soap is good for that stretched feeling as well for the external hemorrhoids.” He paused a moment. “This salve here is the same one that Sister and I used for topical use for your sore buttock cheeks.”

He wanted very much to see her again very soon. “Susan, I don’t want you to hesitate for one moment from calling me day or night if your discomfort persists.” He handed her his card and wrote his home phone and cellular numbers on the back and placed it in the bag along with the new ointment. She thought to herself that she had no intention of calling him.

“Susan, I’ve scheduled you for a sigmoidoscope exam for three weeks from this Wednesday here in this office at 10:00 in the morning. Sister said according to the rotation of the scheduling it will be your day off. It will work out fine because and I don’t see patients on Wednesday’s.” He was getting no response from her. “Here are instructions to follow before the procedure. Sr. Kate could help you out with the enemas the night before, if you like, and when you get here that Wednesday morning.”

She took the paper from him and replied stoically, “I know what to do.” She was trying hard not to look at him.

“I have placed additional items in this bag for you to take home with you. Read the directions carefully on the canister, boxes and the written diet I’ve placed in there. Lets hope we can get your external hemorrhoids to shrink a bit. If not, we’ll have to talk about the different options in having them removed. With the diarrhea you have been experiencing and the mild fissure I saw we should look into scheduling you for a colonoscopy and Barum enema after the sigmoidascope exam.” He was only getting indifference from her. “Susan, do you at any time have painful spasm around your anal sphincter?”

“NO, just the itching and burning from the hemorrhoids. It hurts a little sometimes after I move my bowels but it goes away.” With this last question it was the most she had said. However, when Ken mentioned that she might need these diagnostic tests she suddenly was motivated to speak up again. “I don’t want those invasive tests! I… I don’t need them!”

“Damn it, Susan, YOU DO NEED them! Just to be sure that you don’t have diverticulitis, or polyps.” He didn’t want to say the word carcinoma or cancer.

She again looked down towards her lap and would not look up at him while he spoke. He continued. “Susan, try not to strain on the commode because it will cause your external hemorrhoids to bleed. You can still give yourself an enema but try to cut it down to only one a week. I want most of your bowel movements to come naturally, without the help of an enema.” He went to lift her hand off her lap. She pulled away. “Try to use the sitz bath receptacle I have here in the bag. Use it immediately after each defecation.”

She thought will he ever SHUT UP and let her go home! Between the injected medication, the spanking, the enemas, the orgasms and coming off a shift that started at 5 am she was unquestionably depleted.

He paused a moment than handed her the phone numbers of a gynecologist, psychologist and a colonic therapist. She looked at the names and said defiantly. “I don’t need a shrink! I’m NOT crazy!” She said tensely.

“I didn’t say you were crazy Susan. But I do believe because of your sadistic aunt that you have become psychologically and physically dependent on enemas. It also appears that you have frightful memories from when you were a child that you need to deal with and talk to about with a professional. I’ll also venture to say that your sister needs this same help as well. He paused a moment. “Susan, I don’t think there is anything seriously wrong with you physically but……..

She finally looked up from her folded hands and interrupted him. “If there’s nothing seriously wrong with me than I don’t need to have a sigmoidoscope put up inside me in addition to those other tests! Do I?” She asked softly in a hopeful voice.

“You need to go through with that exam Susan and the two other tests I just mentioned, just to play on the safe side to assure me that you’re OK. You have to keep in mind that I could only look at less than a fifth of your colon with the exam I just did today.”

As before she ignored his last rational statement. “Assure YOU? Why do you care?” She snapped back.

“Because I do care, damn it! I care very much! After everything that has happened between us today surely you must realize that by now, Susan, how much I DO care!”

She did realize that something had strongly ensue between them. She liked him! She liked him a lot! It’s just that she was bitterly ashamed, sexually aroused and so very baffled! She didn’t know how to handle this turbulent battle of emotions raging inside of herself!

“You enjoy giving orders to people, don’t you?” She asked belligerently.

“If it sounds like I’m demanding it’s only that I have your best interests at heart where your health and emotional well being is concerned.” He leaned over to gently touch her hands. She flinched and pulled away again. “Susan, I’m talking to you as a doctor. But, I also want to be your friend, if you’ll let me. I thought we were becoming friends?” She looked away from him and refused to answer him.

He thought it was important to say something to her again about what had occurred on the exam table. He could tell she was ashamed and perplexed and wanted to comfort and reassure her in some way possible. He knew that it was causing a strife between them. He leaned over towards her and spoke softly. “Susan, if you are embarrassed about what happened during the proctoscope exam, you needn’t feel that way. That’s happened to a number of individuals, men and women alike. It only proves that everything is working properly and like I said earlier, that you’re a normal, healthy female. You have to keep in mind that there are more nerves in the anus than in the genitalia on both sexes.” He wanted to smile, but he wouldn’t dare.

She was still mortified and did not want to think about what had happened during the exam! All the blood rushed to her face. “Well, thank you very much Dr. Kinsey! I can see that along with everything else you do, that you’re a sex therapist as well!” She said snidely.

It was obvious to him that her naiveté was mixed with her injured pride and that she still was very self-conscious. He thought it best to leave it alone.

She angrily spoke, “May I leave now or have you decided to keep me captive here in this office?”

“Of course you may leave now! Will you be all right at home alone? You said earlier that your sister will not be home this weekend.” He was concerned for her.

“I will be JUST fine, thank you.” She answered impatiently.

He felt discouraged and frustrated. He thought feelings between them had gotten better after the spanking and during her enemas that he had given her. Perhaps, it was only his wishful thinking that had made him dream up a closer bond had taken place between them. It was like starting over again with her from square one!

She quickly got up to leave and begun to put on her nurse’s cape. He helped her with her cape and they both left his office to join Sr. Kate in her adjoining one. It had gotten very cold and windy when they emerged outside to go to their prospective cars.

Contrary to what Ken wanted to do, Sister Katherine drove Susan home in Susan’s car while Ken drove behind them in his car. He was eager to see where she lived so that perhaps he would take the liberty and check up on her during the weekend. He watched as Susan and Sister got out of the car in front of her house.

He stuck his head out his car door window and said, “Remember Susan,10:00 am sharp three weeks from this Wednesday.” Susan just glared at him and with bag in hand, walked quickly into the house with her pert nose and dimpled chin high up in the air.