My first enema was given to me by the school nurse at my boarding school. I was 15 at the time, and constipated from painkillers. I turned red with embarassment when she told me
what she wanted to do, but I was excited at the same time. She told me to return to her office later that day at 2:30 as she didn't have the time to treat me at that moment. She also told me to put on a jockstrap before the treatment, for modesty. I put a swimmer
supporter on under my jeans after lunch and went to my last class of the day, Geometry.
Boy, I could barely pay attention to the teacher as I thought about my upcoming enema.
As I walked to the nurse's office after class, I was so nervous that I thought I was shaking.
I also started to get hard. It took all of my will to continue on. I finally reached her office and walked in. She closed and locked the door behind me, then told me to take off my boots and jeans and to sit on the hospital bed in the rear of her office. As I did, I could
hear her turn on the sink as she prepared my enema. A couple of minutes later she turned the corner to the rear of her office holding a large plastic disposable enema bag-
filled to the top with milky looking water. I still remember her words "this is a two quart
soapsuds enema.""I know it looks like a lot, but you're old enough for an adult size enema." She then told me to get on all fours, and then to lower my head onto the bed.
I'd never felt so exposed before, and my penis was barely contained by my supporter.
After hanging the bag on a pole attatched to the bed, she asked if I was ready. I mumbled "I guess so," and she inserted the tube and opened the clamp. The enema litterly started to pour into me. I went "ow- that hurts" and she slowed the flow down.
I complained a few more times, but she just said to take deep breaths and that it would
be over soon, and it was. I don't think it took more than 5 minutes for all that to go in.
She then announced that I had to hold it for at least 10 minutes. That was the toughest part- the urge to go kept building in waves. Finally I was allowed to waddle, bent over with cramps, to the toilet. My relief was short lived though, as she told me I was to receive another enema to "clean you out completely." The procedure was repeated, though the retention period wasn't as tough as the first time around. After it was over,
she told me to come back to her office every Monday and Friday after school for an enema, until I was off the painkillers.