@enemapig, "Here is an excerpt from La Señorita Cora (Nurse Cora) by the Argentine author Julio Cortázar, about a little boy in a hospital who gets an enema from a nurse. Cortázar, one or Latin America's greatest literary figures, was famous for his amazing short stories, written in a sort of "stream of consciousness" style."
I regret that I do not have a translation. I hope somebody else in this forum reads Spanish.
From the untranslated Spanish (Google translate):
When he saw what he was wearing, he became so red that I felt sorry again and a little laugh, I was really too stupid. "Let's see, m'hijito, lower your pants and turn to the other side," and the poor man about to kick like he would do with his mother when he was five years old, I imagine, say no longer cry and get under the blankets and screaming, but the poor man could not do any of that now, he had just stared at the irrigator and then at me waiting, and suddenly he turned and began to move his hands under the blankets but could not Nothing while I hung the irrigator on the headboard, I had to lower the blankets and order him to lift his back a little to better run his pants and slide a towel. "Let's see, I raised my legs a little, that's fine, get more out of your mouth, I tell you to put more on your mouth, like this." So quiet that it was almost as if he was screaming, on the one hand it was funny to be watching my young fan's ass, but again I felt a little sorry for him, it was really as if I was punishing him for what he had told me. "Tell me if it's very hot," I warned, but didn't answer anything, I should be biting a fist and I didn't want to see his face and that's why I sat on the edge of the bed and waited for him to say something, but although it was very liquid He endured it without a word until the end, and when he finished I told him, and I did tell him that to charge me before: “I like it, a little man”, and I covered it while I recommended him to endure as much as possible before go to the bathroom.