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“Oh, okay, doctor… I’ll do my best.”
“I’ll set a timer for you,” said Dr. Davidson with a helpful tone that struck her as condescending.
She wanted very, very badly to kick him directly in his smug balls.
Still, she did not want to try to make it ten minutes without even knowing how long she had left, so she did not protest as he placed a small handheld digital timer on the table in front of her and set it for ten minutes. Then he sat down at his desk and began to do some paperwork.
She would have preferred him be anywhere but here, of course, but somehow the fact that he was at his desk, casually catching up on what looked like the most boring forms imaginable, was even more deeply humiliating than him standing there staring at her exposed anus.
He was sitting there acting like it was a normal Tuesday. Maybe this was a normal Tuesday for him, but somehow she doubted that he had a completely naked twenty-three-year-old on his exam table holding in an enema on a particularly frequent basis. As the minutes passed and she squirmed and struggled and clenched ever tighter, she considered begging to be allowed to go sooner. She held out at first, reminding herself that this wasn’t even supposed to be a punishment and it would make her look like a silly child to beg for the end of a procedure that the doctor seemed to consider medically necessary. But by the time the timer hit seven minutes, her dignity was cast aside, and she began to whimper and whine. At eight minutes, she gave voice to her pleas.
“Hasn’t it been long enough, doctor? I really need to go!”
“Has the timer reached ten minutes?” Okay, the tone was definitely condescending that time.
“No, doctor, but please! I think I’m probably cleaned out enough…”
“As I told you previously, Amy,” Dr. Davidson stated in a monotone whose level of dullness could have only been achieved with extreme effort, “if you can’t hold it any longer, we can always repeat the procedure.”
As it had the first time, that quieted her, and she began trying to count the seconds in her head. She got to about twenty before she realized she simply couldn’t make it. She was going to go. The only thing up to her was whether it would be right here in front of the doctor or down the hall in the bathroom… if she could even make it there in time.
Jumping off the table without a word, she ran out of the room, sprinted down the hall, and reached the bathroom just in time.
* * *
He was definitely going to hell, but watching Amy hop down from the table, blushing crimson and doing her best to keep her cheeks clenched as she ran, was the hottest thing Dr. Davidson had seen in a long time. In fact, he was so aroused that he struggled not to stroke his cock while she was in the bathroom. He busied himself cleaning the nozzle and all the enema equipment instead. When she finally walked back into the room, still just as naked and blushing, he said nothing and instead waited for her to speak.
After several long moments, she asked in a quavering voice, “What… what now, doctor?”
“As I previously made very clear, Amy, the enema needs to be held for ten minutes and that was less than nine. So we will need to repeat the procedure.”
Amy’s face fell, her blush deepened, and he thought he might see tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. While the blush excited him as it always did, he found her tears were not a welcome sight. Still, she was in need of a very thorough, shameful lesson and she was going to get it today. Tears or not.
“Back in position on the table, Amy,” he instructed.
After refilling the enema bag and rolling the cart back into place next to her, he picked up a wet wipe from a container on the desk and proceeded to thoroughly clean her bottom hole and everywhere between her cheeks. In truth, she had been perfectly clean already, but the mortified gasp he heard from her lips indicated that being cleaned like a little girl who just had her diaper changed was exactly as shameful for her as he had hoped it would be. At the same time, however, he noted something else. The moment he first ran the wipe over her exposed bottom hole, her pussy twitched, a clear indication that it just clenched hard.
By the time he was finished, her already glistening lips were now dripping with her arousal. Having finished cleaning the outside of her bottom, he resumed the process of cleaning the inside. He once again slid the Vaseline-covered nozzle into her tight, perfect little pucker, and instructed her to clench her cheeks.
He considered shortening the time, since she’d already endured nine of the first ten minutes, but then remembered just what a naughty girl she’d been. After instructing her to hold in the nozzle with her clenched cheeks again, he released the clamp to allow the second bag of water to flow into her. He set the timer for a full ten minutes once again. If she couldn’t hold this one for the entire duration, perhaps he would relent on the next one. Perhaps.
As the timer began its slow progression, he decided against sitting at his desk as he had the last time. Instead he took the opportunity to enjoy the spectacle ahead of him. Amy was a truly gorgeous girl. If anything, her current shameful predicament only enhanced her appeal. She was naked and blushing scarlet, clenching her cheeks to hold in her second enema of the afternoon, and yet as his gaze moved to her bare, spread-open pussy, he noted that it was now absolutely sopping wet.
Yes, she was definitely going to blush hard with his cock in her bottom later, but she would come even harder. He stepped closer to her and rested his hand on her hip, just above her writhing, clenching bottom. The gesture was more intimate than the rest of the at least nominally clinical procedure so far had been, and he felt her relax slightly under his touch. Deciding that he might as well continue with the intimate yet apparently comforting gesture, he ran his fingertips soothingly over her lower back and then along her spine up to her shoulders. He was certain he heard her moan softly. Yes, she was going to come very, very hard for him later.
His gentle ministrations seemed to help, because this time she reached the end of the timer without begging or pleading, and even with somewhat less squirming than during her first attempt. When the full ten minutes had elapsed, he gently slipped the nozzle from her anus, and returning to his clinical tone, he said, “You may go to the bathroom and release your enema now, Amy.”
She climbed down from the table quickly, though not quite as desperately as the first time, and walked gingerly out of the room.
This time, Dr. Davidson’s struggle to resist pleasuring himself was in vain, and he spent the entire time she was in the bathroom with his hand underneath his scrubs stroking his rigidly erect cock. He could have come easily, but despite his cock’s best efforts to shoot his seed all over his scrubs whether he liked it or not, he managed to hold out. Barely.
That seed was being saved for her to swallow in a little while, after all.
When she returned from the bathroom, he instructed her to bend over the table and repeated the humiliating wet wipe cleaning from the first time, this time earning himself not only a gasp but also a moan of what had to be shameful arousal. He was even more thorough this time, going as far as to press the wipe into her tight little hole with the tip of his finger. She clenched her cheeks, no doubt in response to the slight burn of the soapy wipe on her already sensitive anus. She had no idea how sore that little hole would be soon…
When he was finished he threw the wipe in the trash before instructing her to take a seat at the edge of the exam table.
She obeyed, but then asked, eyes downcast, “Can I have my gown back now, doctor?”
