Author: Moparman & Chalet

The following is pure fiction and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This flight of fantasy is for your reading enjoyment and events that one can only dream of experiencing in a lifetime.

Unconventional Day

It had been a very long day and all she wanted to do was drive straight home to kick back and relax. Today of all days she had an appointment to keep. This doctor had been recommended by a friend and she had been warned he was "a bit unconventional but very thorough". It was a minor problem but had been persistent so she had been forced to eventually cave in and make the appointment. She anticipated a short visit; present the problem get a prescription then out the door. By then traffic should be thinned out and it would be an easy drive home. That was the high point thought of the day as she despised doctors, offices, and appointments.

It was particularly warm today and she welcomed the cool atmosphere of the doctor’s office. As she entered, he was greeted with a terse, "You’re late!" Since no one else was present in the office, she was a little taken back that the doctor himself was waiting in the front office and not a receptionist. She was tempted to snap back but instead commented that traffic had been particularly heavy and thus caused the delay in her arrival.

She was promptly escorted to the exam room and requested - no ordered - to immediately disrobe. This caught her completely by surprise as she was expecting a cursory, simple exam, chat, get the script and out of there. When she didn’t comply, she felt his eyes perusing the entire scene. He pointed to the hospital gown and said he would return momentarily. The persistent symptoms she had been experiencing and something about the doctor’s demeanor compelled her to stay. She fumed that damned hospital gowns would never make a fashion statement as she struggled to find a way to cover her backside.

"You certainly don’t have anything I haven’t seen before now, do you? Drop those panties, hop on that table lying face down, and stop playing around!" She hadn’t heard the doctor return and he had startled her. When she didn’t comply with his request, she felt his hand smacking her bottom. She had been told this doctor was unconventional but hadn’t expected this! She climbed on the table as fast as she could. She could hear a drawer being opened, other sounds that couldn’t be deciphered, and what sounded like the snap of a latex glove but couldn’t see what was transpiring. Without a word or comment from the doctor, she suddenly felt a digit entering her portal and the cool lubricant against her skin. She could feel his finger probing deeper, pulling back, probing, pulling back, and repeating the process. Suddenly she felt a second digit enter probing deeper and wider. Although she fought to suppress it, a moan escaped.

"Do you like being examined?"

At a loss for words, she kept silent then felt his hand smack her bare bottom. "When I ask a question, I expect an answer!"

"You’re very professional, Doctor," was all she could muster as a reply.

After removing his digits, she then felt a cool narrow object being inserted into her inner sanctum. She could feel it twisting and turning inside her. It must be a thermometer.

With an ummff she turned her head to look back at the doctor. "Is that necessary," she asked in a peeved tone of voice?

"I prefer it," he answered in an even professional tone. He quickly explained that rectal temps were more accurate and that he had talked to her GP and had found out that she had been treated for impaction twice before and had not taken the procedure well. "I had a long talk with your doctor and he explained your shyness to me during these exams. Since we’re going to be doing some invasive procedures I started with a rectal temp to get you used to the penetration and the idea that I am in charge and am only doing what is good for you."

He continued to twirl the thermometer with one hand while he kept his other in the small of her back. She felt a flush creep up her throat as she realized how vulnerable and exposed she was to his gaze. To make matters worse, she could feel a wetness start between her legs. I’ve had enough of this she thought as she started to squirm and try to work her way off the table.

The doctor quickly increased his hold on her while managing to keep the thermometer lodged deep in her bum at the same time.

"Just stay still Missy," he ordered.

"I can’t, I’ve had enough of this," she answered in a voice that had unmistakable tone. "I want to go home and don’t want to do this anymore. My temp is normal and this is all unnecessary!"

"I’ll be the one to decide that, not you," he replied as he withdrew the thermometer quickly. "Your temp is normal but there is a smudge on it and furthermore I could feel hard stool as I did your rectal. When was your last bowel movement?"

She didn’t reply for a moment as she thought back and tried to remember when she had last gone.

"Well," he asked impatiently?

"I don’t remember," she replied in a voice that had a small quiver. "I think I went Saturday".

"It’s now Thursday, Missy," he replied with a shake of his head. "You are getting impacted and if we wait any longer you’ll end up in the hospital with bowel problems. We need to get you some relief now. I’m going to administer a fleet 8 oz bottle with five-minute retention to see if we can loosen that stool. After that we’ll have to do some retention enemas with the bag to clean you out for the exam."

He turned away as he said this to reach up into a cabinet. As he did Missy jumped up and reached for her panties.

"I think I’ll pass on that, Doctor," she replied as she struggled to get her panties back on.

"Not so fast, Missy," he said as he grabbed her while sitting down on the exam stool at the same time. "You need this and you’re not leaving here until we get to the bottom of your problem. Just be a good girl and relax."

"I don’t think so," she said as she struggled to escape his grip.

"You leave me no choice," he thundered as he pulled her over his knee while jerking her panties down at the same time. With that, he started to rain spanks on her lily-white ass in a rapid fire. He started at the top and worked his way down as she squirmed to get off his lap.

"Noooo," she wailed as he kept up the rhythm.

As her ass began to take on a reddish hue he asked her if she was ready to behave.

"Yes," she cried as she rubbed her butt while at the same time all the fight left her.

"Well, get your behind back on the table and don’t move," he ordered as he helped her up from her undignified position.

I’ll bet he got a good look at all my assets she thought as she sniffed and reluctantly climbed back up on the table while trying to keep the gown closed in the back, an impossible task.

I hope that holds the little minx for a while he said under his breath as he reached back up for the disposable enema.

She had purposely scheduled this appointment at the very end of the day feigning that she just couldn’t take off work earlier to get there. At the end of a long day, everyone in the office, including the doctor, would be ready to go home so her plan was to get a quick prescription and be on her way. Now here she was stuck with Dr. Jeckle, no… rephrase that, Mr. Hyde! He may have won the first round but she had no intentions of allowing him to win a second. A Fleet was small volume and it would be a cakewalk. She would contritely comply with his Fleet enema, let him feel he was in charge now then get the hell out of there.

"Now, Missy, lie back onto your side, stretch one leg back, pull the other up and relax."

She really wanted to pull one leg up, swing it out and kick his ass but in order to get out quickly knew she needed to cooperate. Without further hesitation she felt the sleek nozzle of the Fleet penetrate her portal and the ensuing liquid flowing in.

"Very good, young lady, now you must retain it while I get a more detailed history."

Lying on the table exposed while "Mr. Hyde" made small talk asking invasive questions about her health really irritated her. "I need to use the bathroom," she said.

She felt his hand smack her bare bottom again. "I’ll decide when your retention time is up, not you!"

Minutes felt like hours as the doctor continued to prod with his questions and the hated enema began to take effect. At last she was allowed to use the bathroom and while ridding herself of the despised enema, contemplated her exit from this appointment. Returning to the exam room, she flashed her best smile and said, "Doctor, your cure worked just fine and I feel better now. Thank you so much for the extra time you spent so late in the day." Reaching for her clothes, she felt his grip on her arm as he firmly guided her back to the exam table.

"You’re far from finished, Missy. Your health is being compromised and as your doctor, I will not allow that. Up on that table on your back, feet in those stirrups."

"I will not," she said in a clear firm voice.

"Missy, you will and you will do it now or I’ll put you back over my lap and give you a reason to follow my directions," the Doctor replied while giving her a no nonsense look.

She saw that she was going to have to comply with his orders or face some unpleasant consequences so she reluctantly climbed back up on the table as he extended the stirrups.

"Just put your feet in here and relax," he said as she slowly raised her legs up while trying to maintain some dignity by holding her gown down at the same time. "Scoot your bottom down some," he requested as she squirmed and tried to get closer to the edge without showing him her charms.

"Missy, don’t worry about that. I’ve seen this more times than I can remember and yours is no different. I’m going to have to see how that enema worked since you flushed before I could see the results." With that Missy heard a now familiar snap as he put on a fresh glove.

"Just relax," he purred as he raised her gown, put his finger to her private hole and slowly inserted it to the hilt. "I still feel some stool in here," he announced as he pulled his finger out of her most private place. "I’m going to give you a good soap suds enema next to get things moving," he said as he walked over to a closet and pulled out a huge red bag, turned and walked over to the sink.

While he was occupied with making her the enema from hell, Missy tried to swing her legs off but found he had outsmarted her by fastening the straps to keep her in the stirrups. Damn she thought," I don’t want a bagful of suds". She could hear him filling the bag and snipping the packet of soap before dumping it in the bag as well. She could hear him sloshing the bag as he mixed it and looked over just in time to see him attach a big green nozzle with a tulip type end. "What is that for?" she asked in a quavering, squeaky voice.

Suddenly he was back at her side with the enema bag, which he promptly hung on the IV pole. "Just relax, Missy," he said as he squeezed out some lube onto his finger and promptly inserted it back into her tightly clenched asshole. "I said relax," he growled as he slapped her cheek with one hand and stretched her hole with the other to make the barium nozzle easier to insert. After a minute of twisting and poking he withdrew his finger and picked up the nozzle. Before Missy could complain he put the nozzle to her bung and with a twisting motion pushed it in to the hilt. Missy gave a little yelp as this was done and lifted her hips off the table. "Settle down now and I’ll give you something to take your mind off the enema," he said as he released the clamp with a click.

Within a split second the hot enema surged in quickly filling her and expanding the walls of her inner sanctum. The smell of warm rubber from the filled enema bag and relentless flow quickly progressing upward into her lower colon traveling deeper into the caverns made her squirm.

"You need to relax while taking the enema." He noted she had averted her gaze away from the suspended enema bag and was staring at the wall. "I want you to watch as the enema bag deflates, Missy!" When she failed to comply with his command, he firmly smacked her bare bottom again.

She turned to look at the enema bag and was dismayed to see how little had actually left the bag and flowed into her. Lying there exposed, vulnerable, her belly expanding as the enema continued to gush working ever deeper into her colon made her cheeks blush as red as her spanked bottom. Within moments the cramps set in and despite clenching her teeth to suppress any sound, a moan escaped her lips.

The doctor had been closely watching her reactions as he administered the hated enema and hearing her moan he quickly began to assess her condition by pressing and massaging her abdomen. "Unfortunately cramping is a part of the enema process but they should subside momentarily."

She despised feeling this helpless. "The cramps are getting worse, please stop the enema, Doctor," she pleaded.

"We’ll stop the flow for bit, then." Thankfully she heard the click of the clamp and the enema ceased to flow. She watched as the doctor removed his stethoscope from the pocket of his jacket, positioned the ear buds, and approached the table. She yelped as the cold stethoscope pressed against her belly. "Silence!" he barked. "I do believe you can take in more enema," he spoke as he released the clamp.

"Nooooo," she whined, "I’m full and can’t take anymore."

"Doctor knows what’s best for his patient and this enema will stop when I say so!" She suddenly felt the doctor pulling and pushing the nozzle as the hot soapy enema continued to flow. "Perhaps a little anal stimulation will assist you in taking the prescribed amount of enema."

She wanted to admit the movement of the nozzle felt rather good and did relieve some of the cramping but refused to give this doctor the satisfaction. When she could take no more, she begged, "Please, Doctor, I really can’t take any more and think I’m going to be ill." That should do the trick to get her into the bathroom then out of there once and for all.

"Now Missy, you know that this is good for you and we have to get this all in," the doctor said as he started to massage her tummy in circles. This did feel better and she saw him reach to the side and pick up a long tubular object.

"I’m going to lower the bag a bit," he said as he twisted the IV pole and lowered it about 6 inches. "You’ve got a barium nozzle in so you don’t need to worry about having an accident," he told her as he once more undid the clip and turned on the cylinder which apparently was some kind of vibrator. "I told you I would relax you," he said as he started to slide the vibrator over her clit. Missy instantly broke out in a sweat and could feel herself getting wetter and wetter. The doctor casually slid a finger into her sex while maintaining her stimulation with his other hand. Soon Missy was on the verge of an orgasm and she couldn’t help but let loose with a scream and then a series of moans that went on for a while as she shook from the intense reaction.

"There now, Missy," he said as he shut off the clip. She looked up and saw with amazement that the bag was flat.

"Please, Doctor, I’ve got to go," she said as she writhed back and forth, rocking to keep the pressure from being unbearable.

"Almost done with this one, Missy," he said as he rubbed her tummy. "You’ve got to hold this for 5 minutes."

"Nooooo," she cried as she looked at him like a deer in the headlights.

"You can do it," he said once more as he reached up to tweak her nipples and rub her tummy once more.

The ensuing minutes went slowly by as she cramped and complained. Finally he unstrapped her and told her to get down.

"I’ve got to leave this nozzle in until we get to the bathroom," he said as she duck walked towards the small room. "Sit down straight," he said as she plopped down and started to lean over to grab the tube. "I’ll do that, just lean forward," he said as she quickly complied, eager to get some relief. With that she bent towards him and he reached around and pulled the nozzle out. She let loose with a gush and suddenly covered her face with her hand, embarrassed at the noise and the odor.

"Just relax, Miss," he said as he rubbed her tummy while noting she had a good discharge. "You got rid of a lot of waste that time. I think we can go to the saline rinse next with a colon tube," he said as he once more turned toward the sink.

Missy knew she wasn’t going anywhere for a while as more gushes, plops, and the occasional fart continued for what she thought was an hour but in reality was about ten minutes. She got up and walked back into the exam room and looked up to see the next bagful ready and waiting to violate her innards once more. "Noooo, Doctor, please," she cried as she burst into tears while he held her.

"Please be a good girl," the doctor said as he quickly hugged her to him while rubbing her back. "I know this is embarrassing but we need to get to the bottom of your problem. You’ve already done the hard part and the enema with the colon tube is very relaxing," he said as he once more led her over to the exam table.

She saw that he had removed the stirrups and put down a fresh pad. She took halting little steps toward the table like a prisoner heading toward the gallows.

"Come on, Missy," he coaxed as he took her arm and helped her up on the table. "Just lie on your side for me." He quickly pushed her right leg up which caused her cheeks to part and her brown eye to wink at him as he greased the tube. He spread her cheeks with one hand while inserting the colon tube in 4 or 5 inches. With a click he soon had the salty water filling her once more. As he filled her he continued to push and twist the tube as necessary and soon had more than 24 inches inside her. "Just relax and let the water flow into you," he said while lowering the bag a little more to insure a nice slow fill.

"I can feel the enema and it’s not bad," Missy said as the Doctor rubbed her stomach once more.

‘This is very comfortable since it is a high enema," the Doctor replied as he began to tease her clit out of it’s hood once more.

"Ohh, Doctor," Missy moaned as she felt a flush spread up her neck. "How much am I getting?"

"You’ve barely started. We are trying for four quarts to really flush you but don’t worry you won’t get more than you can take," he replied as he continued to stimulate her.

Moments seemed like hours as the enema continued to flow deep inside her caverns. The filled red bag did not seem to be deflating at all and the doctor had said he wanted her to take in four quarts! As the cramps started her breath began to come in short pants and beads of sweat formed on her face. She grabbed her swelling belly, moaned then begged the doctor to stop the enema.

She felt the cold stethoscope pressed against her and again asked the doctor to stop the flow. "Quiet!" he barked. "You aren’t completely filled yet and you will take in more." He again massaged her stomach while manually stimulating her labia in an effort to relieve some of the cramping.

Although she wanted to admit the doctor’s beside attention was a welcome relief, she just couldn’t bring herself to express it out loud. Instead she cried, "No more, no more," as she made a futile attempt to reach back to grasp the hose, find the clamp and turn off the damn flow herself!

"Stop that," the doctor commanded as he smacked her bare bottom once more. "Perhaps another spanking while you complete your enema will bring you in line." True to his word, the doctor soundly applied his bare had to his patient’s bottom while the enema flowed. "You are a very stubborn patient, the worst I’ve ever had to deal with. You need to learn your doctor knows the best treatment for your health."

Missy found the combination of the doctor’s dominance, spanking, and the enema filling her all at the same time an extraordinary stimulating experience.

"Is the bag almost empty, Doctor, because I don’t think I can take anymore."

"Unfortunately it isn’t quite empty, Missy, but I’ll stop the enema as you have taken quite a bit." Mercifully the doctor allowed her to get up. With her distended belly, Missy found it quite difficult to move. The doctor extended his hand and assisted her off the exam table.

How humiliating it was to again waddle to the bathroom with the doctor beside her carrying the enema bag. Straddling the toilet, the doctor quickly removed the colon tube. Missy could feel it snaking downward from deep within and finally exit her body. Without hesitation she sat down and released the contents that had been forced into her. Thankfully the doctor had exited the bathroom to allow her to expel in privacy.

After several minutes, Missy exited the bathroom. "You can get dressed now," the doctor informed her.

Missy couldn’t move fast enough to get dressed.

"I want to see you back in my office next week. Same day and time work for you?"

Missy stammered trying to find a suitable excuse why she couldn’t return.

"If you don’t return to the office, I won’t hesitate to make a house call," the doctor said.

Outwardly Missy mustered up her most contemptible look towards the doctor but inside she couldn’t help but smile…

This story was co-authored by two members that met on this site. They shared equally in writing this and we hope you enjoyed it. Stay tuned for part two.

Chalet and Moparman