I’d enjoy that visit a great deal - I’d envision getting settled in the hospital bed, after being given a rather short gown that didn’t really cover my rear end or genitalia. A cute blond nurse enters the room, checks my blood pressure, takes my pulse, and announces she wants me to turn on my left side to take my temperature rectally. I feel her spread my cheeks, and I think she is taking an inordinate amount of time lubricating my anus. She asked if I feel any pain or discomfort as she probes me very deeply- actually, I’m feeling just the opposite, it feels wonderful! At length she is satisfied with my initial rectal exam, but tells me the doctor has prescribed enemas “until clear”, in preparation for some proctoscope procedures. She makes a few notations on my chart, and inserts the largest rectal thermometer I’ve ever seen deep into me. She leaves the room, and a second nurse comes in, and slowly moves the thermometer back and forth, telling me that she must check to see that the entire rectal area registers the same temperature. This entire process lasts about 15 minutes, and I hoping it could last even longer. She asks if I followed the pre-admission instructions to use 3 Fleet enemas that day just prior to arriving at the clinic and I assure her that I did. She eventually withdraws the thermometer, as the first nurse returns with an IV stand holding two large bags of enema solutions. They explain that they will begin with 2 quarts, I’ll hold that for the prescribed time, expel, receive 5 minutes of prostate massage, then take 3 quarts, expel- and, after that expulsion, they will call in “Wanda”, a 6’ 3” tall, well proportioned nurse with very large hands, and long fingers, their resident expert for administering prostate massage. So, after they remove my butt plug, I carefully walk to the toilet and release the 3 quart enema. I feel very clean and light, settle down in the bed, and in walks Wanda, 6’3” of feminine beauty- blond, full busted, definitely a take charge nurse. She tells me the other nurses indicate I’ve been a very cooperative patient, but she requires all of her patients, male and female to be strictly submissive, and before my final prostate massage, she will administer a hard spanking, and something she calls “mandatory anal stretching.” She sits in a chair, hikes up her white nurses skirt, reveals tanned legs encased in white nylons, held up by garter belts. She places me over her lap, and has my erect penis held firmly between her thighs, rubs my butt cheeks with some lotion, and begins the first of 15 very hard smacks. After the spanking, she shows me a selection of 5 anal dilators. She carefully lubes each one. Beginning with the smallest, I take every one relatively easily, except the last, largest one. She then says we will move to deep anal/prostate massage, and, predicts after she is finished with me, I will easily take the largest dilator. I told her that I’d had a few sessions of what I thought was deep anal massage, but nothing like her treatment. That seemed to please her and used a second finger, carefully stretching me little by little. After a few minutes, she asked if I was ready to try the largest dilator- which popped right in! Dilator removed, I’m back in bed resting up - when my pretty female doc comes in. She asks about each treatment I’ve received, we discuss what specifically I enjoyed, then has me on all fours, and slips the rigid proctoscope in me. After a very through look, she withdraws it and tells me everything looks great inside. Then we make an appointment for a follow up visit in two weeks- my doc explaining that we “will check your front side as carefully as we checked your rear.”