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Anenema? He couldn’t possibly be serious. But there had been no humor in his tone.
She strongly considered putting her clothes back on and storming out of the office, but she knew that would only add to her woes and she had a whole career ahead of her to consider.
She tried to convince herself that maybe if she put up with everything like a good little patient he would give her the note she needed. Although, considering how the exam had gone so far, that possibility was seeming more remote by the minute.
She considered protesting but decided that it would be better to do so after climbing up on the table to demonstrate that she was at least compliant with his instructions. Once she had reluctantly placed herself in the shameful position he’d demanded, she turned her head, and in as sweet of a voice as she could muster, said, “Please, doctor, are you sure this is necessary? My tummy seems to be feeling fine right now…”
“Yes, I’m absolutely sure this is necessary. The symptoms you’ve reported require a very thorough exam, and I’ll need you properly cleaned out before that.”
Well, this plan is working out really fucking well.
As the doctor walked over to the sink and began filling a large red enema bag with what she hoped was warm water, Amy allowed herself to dwell on her situation for a moment. The position the doctor had ordered her to take had left her panty-clad, soon-to-be-bare, and presumably spread-open bottom as the highest point of her body. Her bare breasts hung beneath her, the nipples almost painfully stiff.
It’s just the cold air of the room, she told herself, but it didn’t sound convincing even in her own mind. For whatever silly fucking reason, she was highly aroused. In fact, she feared that when the doctor pulled her panties down he would find a wet spot. The thought of him seeing her both in such a humiliating position and visibly aroused heightened her shame… and her arousal.
When the doctor returned to stand beside the table, he was dragging with him a metal stand that looked like a coat hanger on wheels to which he had attached the enema bag. The nozzle hung below the bag menacingly.
That nozzle will be going in your bottom in just a moment.
That thought hit her hard. She had processed the fact that she was going to receive an enema and was aware in concept of how shameful that would be. But it was only at this moment that her mind truly began to reckon with what was coming. He was going to slide that nozzle into her naughtiest hole. This wasn’t some abstract thing that would merely be embarrassing to think about. Based on how full the bag was, she was going to be absolutely desperate by the time it was done.
Oh my god… there isn’t even a bathroom connected to this room!
She would either have to dress while holding in the enema or walk down the hall to the restroom naked, with the enema still sloshing around inside her. The image of her future self creeping step by step down the hall, bottom clenched to avoid embarrassing herself horribly during the trip, was absolutely mortifying.
Then the doctor was behind her and his fingertips were sliding underneath the waistband of her panties again. He pulled them down until her parted legs held them up, then left them there, halfway down her thighs. Her bare bottom and pussy were now fully on display, with her cheeks parted and her anus completely exposed. This was by far the most humiliating moment of her life.
The most humiliating moment of your life… so far.
As she looked down between her bare breasts and spread thighs, she saw Dr. Davidson lift the glistening nozzle until it disappeared out of view, and a moment later she felt the Vaseline-coated tip touch the center of her clenching pucker. Then it slid into her until the full three inches were seated in her bottom.
“You’ll need to clench to hold it in,” he warned her.
For some reason, having to clamp her bottom cheeks together to hold in the tube for her own enema made the whole procedure all the more humiliating.
Doing her best to ignore the indignity of it all, she concentrated as hard as she could on trying to imagine all of this being over, hopefully ending with a nice excuse note in her hand. Her fantasizing was very rudely interrupted, however, when Dr. Davidson released the clamp on the hose and suddenly there was water flowing through the nozzle into her bottom.
She had never felt anything quite like this before. It wasn’t painful or even necessarily uncomfortable, but the feeling was certainly disquieting. It was as if she was being invaded in the most intimate way possible, and with every passing second the invasion claimed more territory.
Neither she nor Dr. Davidson said anything. There was nothing to say. They both simply waited as the water poured into her until it felt as if her tummy was full. Then really full. Then way,waytoo full. Still the water continued its onslaught, until at last the clenching of her cheeks went from tight, to tighter, to desperately tight.
What little concern there had ever been for holding in the hose was gone completely, and the only thing on her mind was ensuring that the most shameful accident possible did not happen right here in front of the handsome doctor. Finally, long past the point when she was sure she could take no more, the flow stopped and she realized the bag was empty.
Reaching down and placing one hand on her bare bottom, the doctor took hold of the protruding nozzle with his other hand and slowly pulled it from in between her tightly clamped cheeks, leaving a little trail of water and lubrication in its wake. After tossing the nozzle in the sink and rolling away the cart, the doctor simply stood there.
What the fuck is this asshole waiting for?
Unsure she could hold it for even one more second, Amy finally blurted out, “Please can I go now, doctor?”
“Oh, of course not, Amy. The enema needs time to do its work. You’ll need to hold it in for at least ten minutes.”
Ten. Minutes. There was absolutely no way she could hold it that long.
“Doctor, I don’t think I can hold it that long…”
“Well, if you really need to go, the bathroom is right down the hall, but if you can’t hold this one we’ll need to repeat the procedure.”
Repeat the procedure? Absolutely inconceivable.
