I knew by the way you looked at me that you were planning something. What it was that you were up to I was not yet sure. You simply smiled at me in a loving way as you walked by me as I lay on the sofa reading the comics. I heard you as you got out of your clothes and started the bath water running. You had been of to the post office to mail the early letters and packages for the day. What I did not know was that you had also picked up a package that you had ordered. I heard you open the towel cabinet door and hang one on the bar prior to your closing the plastic curtain behind you. I was almost falling asleep as the newsprint blurred and I let the paper fall on top of my chest. You had finished your shower and had toweled off when I first found out what was to become a regular morning routine after the kids had gone off.

" Hon, come in here please before the water starts to get too cool.", a slight pause, "It's time for your enema." The words were not imagined and yet I had a hard time comprehending them. I sat up and moved the paper from my chest and placed it on top of the rest of the day's news paper.

"Coming dear." I said, still not sure if I had heard correctly. I walked cautiously toward the bathroom area and looked around the corner to see you there in your nurses vest holding a jar of petroleum jelly. I could see the red enema bag full of water hanging from the towel bar in the tub.

There was a new coil of red rubber hose attached to the bag that I had not seen before. There were drops of water glistening on both the rounded sides of the bag and also from the looped arches of the hose. It was an ominous site as my insides began to churn at the thought of having you give me an enema.

"I hope I didn't put too much soap in this time." You smiled a little more as you coated the long black nozzle with the petroleum jelly; your finger smoothing the thick glob onto the tip in such a way as to be provocative. Some how the plastic shut off must have clicked itself open, the weight of the solution caused one of the loops in the hose to uncoil and a stream of fluid started to flow. I could already smell the aroma of the peppermint soap as it ran down the bottom of the tub and down the drain.

"Well what are you waiting for?" looking at me as if I shouldn't have to be told. "Get those close off so I can get your enema started." You shut off the flow and picked up the nozzle in such a way as to point with it, like it was a magic wand.; and so it really was a magic wand. I quietly let my clothing drop in the hamper and stepped closer to the tub, waiting for you to instruct me as to your desires. It wasn't that I didn't know, it was part of the domination of me that I enjoyed as you ministered to my needs and desires.

"Bend over and let me have a look." Your hands assisted in separating the rounded masses of skin and muscle. "Just as I thought. You've been needing this.", as your finger slipped inside of me and felt around for real or imagined blockage. The petroleum jelly was slick enough to allow you easy penetration. I flinched; but only as an after effect from having realized that your finger was already past the opening. Then in a few moments you let your finger slide out and replaced it with the black enema nozzle. This black probe was slender and yet it was not as thin as the kind that come with the store bought units. The first indication that the solution was going in was that I could feel the warmth of the water. It was a pleasant sensation as you worked the end of the nozzle all around while the soapy water began to drain from the bag.

" Is it going in dear?" You asked as the bag's walls got pulled in as the water and soap level dropped and it started to go flat.

" You're doing so good dear." I heard as I started to squirm from the build up of pressure and the agitation caused from the soap attacking the tender lining of my insides. "Half way done now." I wondered how much soap you had put in as I wanted to get up and make a mad dash for the toilet. I was now rolling from side to side on my knees as I leaned against the side of the tub. I knew that you were enjoying the moment at you continued to twist and tug the black enema nozzle with your hand. I was enjoying it also, a mixed reaction of being subjected to your will and the sensation of having to hold the fluids inside. Each time you pulled and pushed the nozzle I could feel my eyes roll back inside of their sockets.

" You have been a good boy. Only a little more to go." You tugged on the nozzle so that it slid out to the point where a little of the solution actually squirted down my leg. You quickly pushed it back in and let the last few ounces that remained in the bag make it down the long red hose. The bag must have been completely empty because I heard you click the plastic shut off valve closed. I expected you to remove the nozzle so that I could go expel the enema.

"Now you have to hold it until I say." Instead of removing the nozzle you continued to assault me with it so that I was totally distracted. I wanted to get up, yes; but I wanted you to make the most of this moment. Several minutes passed as I rocked and swayed, being part perplexed at having to hold the fluid and on the edge of sexual abandonment as you worked the nozzle in and out of me.

"Okay, that's enough for now.

You can get up." You patted my fanny and withdrew the nozzle, letting it fall to the bottom of the tub. I made it to the toilet and was only half a moment from disaster as my insides burst loose and splashed down to the bowl below me. From my position on the toilet I could see the bag, sucked so dry that its walls came together and exaggerated the seam where the neck met the hose connection.

I sat there for several minutes while you took the hose adapter from the now empty bag and rinsed it out several times under the tub faucet. Then you pumped the soap container a couple of times into the palm of your hand and cleaned the black nozzle. When you were done with that you rinsed it all again and filled the bag once more. I watched as you hung it on the towel bar and snaked the hose down so that it lay across the handled soap tray on the side of the wall. The longer I stared at it the more aroused I got. The droplets of water all over the wall of the tub along with the long red tube hanging with the ever present black nozzle made my stomach tighten. . Each time I went to get up another wave of the solution would remind me that, yes, you had put in plenty of peppermint soap. I knew that it was "that time of the month" and wondered why you had chosen to give me an enema. I thought about that as you normally would avoid anything that would sexually stimulate me until after your period had finished. I wasn't about to complain, it was only a thought as I continued to grunt and groan.

"Are you all right in there?" Your asking was more in jest than anything else. You had made sure that I would be cleaned out and then some by the amount of soap you squirted into the bag. As it worked its way out of me there were some embarrassing farts and squirting noises. You didn't seem to mind the noises, smiling as if they were a weird way of complimenting you on having given me a really good cleaning out.

"Just about done, I think" I twisted around and got a large wad of toilet paper. I flushed away the mess and then wiped myself off with a damp cloth. The moisture on my skin evaporated and put a chill to me. My penis was standing straight up as I walked back to where you were now sitting on the edge of the tub.

"What's this? Looks like you're leaking and you know what happens to little boys who leak?" I looked at your eyebrows as they raised and dropped a couple of times to accent your delight. Not only do you enjoy giving me enemas, you also have developed a penchant for spanking me with your hairbrush. " I better inspect you some more. I will need to wear some latex gloves for this part; just in case you have some of that enema left inside." There was a whole box of them left over from when John was in the hospital. There was no reason to throw them out and now they could be used in a real medical environment. I watched as you folded your hand so that it would more easily enter the opening of the glove. Then, as your fingers made it toward the individual openings, you pulled the edge of the glove up until it slapped noisily on your wrist. It was another one of those sounds that was quite distinct and again I had to swallow hard.

"What was that? Oh, never mind. I want you in the tub and on your hands and knees so that I can give you a proper examination. That way if there is an accident. . ."

Your voice trailed off as you let me finish the sentence in my own mind.

"Accident?" I thought to myself. Just what did you have in store for me as I stepped into the tub and eased my way down onto all fours. I closed my eyes and waited for what ever it was that you had planned.. Then I heard the water running from behind me as you let it rumble into a wash cloth. I heard the sound of the soap bar being worked into a lather. Then you put the bar back into the dish and placed the warm cloth on my back. It was a gentle washing that I was being treated to. Your hands guided the cloth up and down my back, stopping at the base of my neck and then going back down until it fell between the my legs. When you gathered it back you made sure to hold it for an extra moment so that it would touch my scrotum and then glide slowly between the crack of my fanny.

"That doesn't hurt now does it?" You asked in a whisper, your mouth so close to my ear that your warm breath caused me to break out in goose bumps.

"Oh, no. Not at all." I was enjoying the preparations that were being done for the examination. I heard the top of the petroleum jelly, the tin hitting the counter top.

"I think you are ready now." I felt a glob of cold jelly land on my anus and then at the same time your gloved finger pushed inside. Then another finger and another made it past the entrance. I was not complaining, just wondering how they all fit inside.

"Yes, you definitely need to be rinsed out. That can be done now I think." As good as your fingers felt going in, they felt even better as they twisted and turned on the way out. The latex must have helped because there was no resistance in either direction.

You reached over me and picked up the nozzle. Then to my surprise you let the clamp go and used the stream coming from the nozzle to wash the soap off my back. The water was even warmer than before as you teased me; placing the tip of the enema nozzle to where it almost entered me. The bag was hung high enough so that even with the nozzle on the outside of me, the water still made it in. Then you pressed it slowly and let it slide on in so that only a little of the contents of the bag was used to rinse me off on the outside. With the nozzle firmly in place your gloved hand dropped between my legs and began to encircle my penis. You began to gently pump me and then your hand was holding me more tightly. It didn't take long before I forgot all about the enema nozzle that was filling me. I could only feel the enormous explosions coming from my penis as jets of white semen bolted from me.

"I know what my little boy needs." Your soothing voice pressed so close to my ear that once in a while you would take a small nibble. "Your private nurse has instructions to take care of all your needs and I wouldn't want to forget anything." The last few pumps of your hand squeezed so gently that as it found the end of my penis it carefully rolled the last drops all over. "Is that what you needed from your nurse?"

"Uh huh.", was all I could get out as I arched my back and hoped that the moment would last forever. I knew that I was about as full as a tick and that the enema bag had once again drained itself into me. When you pulled the nozzle from me I automatically changed my position so that I was sitting squarely over the drain hole. In a flash the second enema was shooting out of me and down the drain. I knew that the enema session was over when you took off the nurse's vest and placed it on the hanger to be put away.

I waited a fair amount of time before getting up to take my shower. With the curtain drawn I let the water flood my back with warmth. I washed my hair and made sure to twist and turn as much as possible to make sure that all the internal fluids had a chance to make an end run. I guess the shower time was over because the hot water was running out. I thought that maybe I had dreamed the whole thing until I opened my eyes and there on the towel bar was the empty enema bag, the long red hose hanging down with the black nozzle laying on the floor of the tub at my feet. I cleaned it up and made sure that it would be ready for the next time...

"I have you scheduled for another appointment in three days. Make sure that you eat lots of fiber and drink plenty of water." You had the role down pretty good. I was looking forward to my next visit.