Nursing School Part I
Although people take up vocational nursing for a variety of reasons, few
are likely to do because they have become dissatisfied with their
position as CEO of a major corporation or grown bored with their
legislative duties as US senators. What vocational nursing students
share is relative poverty. In order to eat and pay the rent for the year
of forty hours per week schooling it takes to be license eligible, many
work for minimum wage as nurse's aides or related low-skilled service
jobs. In addition to working for various registries, my wife and I
survived the year by selling our plasma and doing freelance home care
whenever possible. Before graduation I learned of another technique,
utilized by some students in the class immediately preceeding ours. When
I first heard about it, I was momentarily surprised. Then realized I
oughtn't to have been. My information began second and third hand, but
curiosity, and no small degree of arousal, prompted me to inquire
further, and eventually speak to most of the direct participants. Their
Casa Loma College of Nursing is a small, privately owned school located
in the North San Fernando Valley. Its instructors are all RNs and have
backgrounds in wide variety of nursing specialties. One of the best, and
best liked by the students, Norma Jones, added a PhD to her already
impressive list of academic credentials, therby becoming Dr Jones, RN.
Doctorate in hand, it was only natural that Norma Jones would try her
hand at writing texts for nursing students. Her first book, addressing
psycho-sexual concerns of ostomy patients, was so well received that the
publisher, a subsidiary of massive Hoffman-LaRoche, was anxious for her
to produce another and supplied a generous advance to see it along.
Norma had already decided that her next work would concern more basic
nursing procedures that underlie many nurse-patient encounters, but are
often neglected in academic nursing.
She also decided that her book would be generously illustrated, and that
she would do the illustrations herself.
With that in mind she hired a photographer experienced in doing medical
and hospital procedures for medical education. Then she contacted some
of her students. Nearly one half of her class would eventually
participate in some way to the making of Norma's textbook. Almost every
student needed extra money, and each was offered a fairly generous
stipend in exchange for having procedures ranging from IV lines, to
nasogastric tube insertion to enemas performed on them while being
photographed. In order to select subjects for the last catagory, Norma
took several students aside, asking them privately whether they would be
willing to endure rectal procedures for slightly more money than the
previous volunteers had received.
She made her selections carefully, choosing only students who had raised
their hands affirmatively when she had polled the class earlier in the
semester, as most nursing instructors do, on who had or hadn't been
given an enema at some in her life. She wanted the demonstrations to go
smoothly and not have to take time to allay the anxieties of someone who
had never received an enema before. Of the five students approached, two
declined, and three accepted. Norma Jones told them to come to the
school the following Saturday, having eaten no breakfast and only a
light dinner the night before. She also requested they do whatever
necessary to ensure that they were "cleaned out" beforehand. At this,
one of the volunteers, Luann Vanderhorst, tried unsuccessfully to
supress a giggle.
The first student to arrive Saturday morning was Alice Meza, a friendly,
handsome Latina, who already possessed ten years experience as an NA as
well as two children. Norma greeted her then led her to the small
auditorium where the photographer, Rick Dubrow, had set up a tripod and
several light stands around the hospital bed and exam table the school
used for demonstrations. She had Alice go behind a portable partition
and shed her jeans and tee shirt for one of the white, full shirt gowns
she would wear to lend authenticity to the pictures. "How do you feel?"
Norma called from the other side of the partition.
"Okay," Alice called back. "I mean, I think I'm ready. Martha gave me an
enema this morning, so-" Alice stopped abruptly, her face reddening.
She'd forgotten that Norma wasn't alone. But then this Rick would see it
all anyway, wouldn't he? Taking a deep breath, she stepped out from
behind the partition, white gown falling an inch or so below her knees.
At least this isn't one of the backless kind, she thought, thankfull for
"You look fine," Norma said. "We'll get started as soon as the other two
Luann arrived at the same time as the third student, Ted Weather. They
walked from the parking lot together. "So what do you think?" Ted asked.
"Yeah, a little," Luann replied. At twenty-three she was one of the
younger members of her class. "I had to use a ducolax suppository last
night. That was sure lots of fun."
"Why didn't you give me a call?" Ted asked, grinning. "I could've come
over and helped you out. Are you sure you got it in the right place?" he
asked, dodging a playfully thrown punch. Luann and Ted had dated early
in the year, but then decided to be friends instead of lovers. Although
Ted had already seen what lay beneath the yellow short-shorts and gray
windbreaker Luann wore that day, he was looking forward to what would
come, and figured correctly that she was too. Norma greeted them as she
had Alice and showed them to the auditorium, where Alice sat on the bed,
bare legs dangling as Rick waved a light meter about her neck and
shoulders like a ceremonial wand. She waved at them, a comical
expression of fright on her face, as Norma handed them additional gowns
to change into. She went over to Rick and began consulting with him
while Luann and Ted shed their clothes, bumping one another in confined
space. "I feel so funny about this," Luann said, sliding her shorts down
to reveal candy-striped panties. "Who is that anyway?" she asked,
referring to Rick. "Don't worry," Ted assured her, taking a moment to
appreciate a view that would never grow stale--Luann's body was soft and
round and her skin milk white with faint freckles dancing along her
upper thighs, hips and fanny. Her body was the kind that used to be
described as making a Bishop kick a hole through a stained glass window.
"Besides, you can use the money, right?" "Yeah.... It's just that I
never had an enema before, Ted."
"You never...?" Ted looked perplexed. "Then why did you raise your hand
in class when she asked who did?" "I misunderstood." Luann's said, face
reddening. "I thought she was still talking about dealing with angry
"So, I though she'd asked who had ever had an 'enemy'?"
"Oh, for Christsake!" Ted laughed, bumping into and nearly knocking the
"Are you two alright in there?" Alice called, still sitting on the bed.
"One of us is-" Ted's reply cut off with a short gasp, as if he'd been
punched in the stomach. More giggling followed. Alice looked around,
Norma was nowhere in sight. She caught Rick's eye, grinned. "They used
to, like, go out, you know?" she explained.
"I was beginning to wonder," he said with a warm smile that made Alice
believe that she might survive the day after all. From just outside the
auditorium, the rumbling of a cart approached. Norma appeared, pressing
the door open with her back, a treatment cart followed, atop were piled
several plastic enema kits, boxed Fleet enemas, red coiled rectal tubes,
Foley catheters in various sizes, rubber gloves, packets of K-Y jelly,
red plastic thermometer cases, electronic thermometers, and an
assortment of stainless steel clamps, gauges small bowls.
Alice's eyes widened when she saw how well Norma Jones had prepared for
the day. Enemas had been a fact of life in her large family ever since
she could remember. She continued to rely on them from time to time,
usually with the assistance of her older sister, Martha, who also
ministered to her neices as well as her own children. Getting an enema
was no more a big deal than taking an aspirin. But all of this...? There
had to be easier ways to earn two hundred dollars, didn't there?
Ted and Luann emerged together from the changing area. Luann took one
look at Norma's cart, then turned as if to go back and replace her
street clothes. Ted put a restraining hand on her arm. "Steady'" he
said. "We agreed to do this together."
"It's okay, Luann," Norma said, reassuringly. "This isn't all for you."
"No, not with Ted here to help." A new voice entered the auditorium, and
with it Laura Willis, another instructor and friend of Norma's. Like
Norma she was dressed in street clothes, only these were covered by a
long white labcoat.
"I was wondering if you'd get here," Norma said.
"Overslept a little. But I made it."
"But, what's she doing-" Alice began.
"Laura will be administering the treatments," Norma said.
"We thought you would be..., you know, doing all that," Luann said.
"I'm the director." Norma smiled. "And we'd better get started if we're
going to get everything done today. I can't afford to have this guy keep
coming back," she added, indicating Rick.
"I'm ready when you are," he said, readying a pan head on his tripod for
"Okay," Laura said with a brisk clap of her hands. "Who's first?"
"Alice's already on the bed," Ted said, helpfully.
"Hey, wait a minute!" Alice looked momentarily panicked. Norma went over
and put a reassuring hand on her knee. "We'll begin with the least
invasive procedure first," she explained. "I don't want to wear anyone
out too soon."
"Oh." Alice looked relieved. "Okay, I'll go first then. What are we
going to do?"
"Temperatures--glass and digital." Laura had already starting opening
packets of K-Y from the cart. She put them to one side, then picked up a
red obolong plastic box. "Let me get you preparing that," Rick said,
bringing up a handheld camera with flash attatched.
"Just a few shots, okay?" Norma said, "The focus is on patient
interactions, not the mechanical stuff."
"We've only been shooting three months now," Rick said as he focused on
Laura's busy hands. "I think I've got the idea." She extracted a red
topped thermometer. "Sheath?" she asked Norma, holding up a red paper
"You know, I really don't like those things," Norma said, considering.
"Each patient should have their own thermometer anyway, so what's the
point of them?" "Yeah, yeah, Norma," Laura said grinning. "Like you know
things are always the way they should be."
"You're right, let's do both; I'll make sure and recommend they take out
the thermometer and dump those in the trash. Okay, lay supine, Alice."
Norma pulled back the covers and helped Alice lay on her back, as if she
were a hospitalized patient. Laura took her place by the bedside, small
tray in one hand. Rick made several exposures with his main camera as
Laura raised the bed up electrically so she wouldn't have to stoop to
reach Alice. They talked to give the impression of a nurse explaining a
procedure to her patient.
"Your hair looks too good for someone really in the hospital," Laura
"Thank goodness for that, at least," Alice said with an embarrassed
"Hey! I caught that laugh," Rick said. "Be careful, or this won't look
"I always laugh when somebody sticks a thermometer up my ass," Alice
protested with another giggle.
"That's good, girl," Laura said, "'Cause it's time for you to turn over.
"Ay madre de dios," Alice muttered, turning onto her left side and
flexing her right leg. Laura pulled the blanket down past her knees,
then, placing the thermometer tray on the foot of the bed, used both
hands to gently pull Alice's gown past her light brown thighs up to her
hips, exposing firm buttocks only a bit lighter than her legs. Lights
flashed as Rick worked the camera.
"What's your secret?" Laura asked, picking the tray up again. She
applied generous dabs of K-Y to the thermometer, waving it slightly to
prevent the jelly from dripping.
"What secret?" Alice asked.
"You have two kids, right? How do you say in shape?"
"Chasing after their butts, how do you think?" Alice said. "I sure
haven't got time for-"
"Be sure and spread her cheeks wide," Norma interrupted. That brought a
giggle from behind her where Ted and Luann awaited their turn. "Go ahead
and laugh," Norma said without turning. "You're next."
With a friendly pat on Alice's right cheek, Laura spread it wide,
keeping her body away from the bed so as not to block Ted's camera.
"How's that?" she asked him. "Can you get a shot of her anus?"
"Yes. Just hold it one sec," Ted said, lowering one of the lights to
eliminate shadows. Laura stood still, one hand opening her student's
behind, the other poised with a dripping thermometer. Together they
looked like an avant garde statue cast to honor the nursing profession.
"Okay, go ahead." Rick's lights flashed several times as Laura placed
the moist bulb gently against Alice's wrinkled anus, then slowly passed
it one, then two full inches into her rectum.
"Remember to sit down," Norma said.
With her hand still touching the exposed end of the thermometer, Laura
twisted about gracefully and sat on the very edge of the bed, keeping
much of her weight on the floor. Watching, Luann remembered that sitting
on the edge of the patient's bed was somewhat controversial in health
care--many felt it was undignified and an invasion of the patient's
personal space. But Norma argued that procedures were often more
comfortable to the patient if the nurse was herself not placed in an
uncomfortable position while performing them. Anyway, Alice looked
pretty well invaded with a glass rod in her ass.
"Okay," Rick said, making one more exposure. "Got that one."
Laura gently pulled the thermometer out of Alice. She wiped it carefully
and examined the result, before wrapping it in tissue and placing it on
the tray. She picked up another tissue and lifted Alice's cheeks again,
but Norma said, "Wait, we only need one shot of you cleaning her
--she'll be more comfortable with her tush already lubricated--just do
it once at the end, okay?"
Laura nodded as she retrieved a white plastic box from which a short
loop of coiled wire dangled. She extracted a metal rod similar in length
to the thermometer, then covered it with an opaque plastic sheath,
snapping it securely to the base of the probe. She used her forefinger
to smear lubricant jelly along its length. Rick moved around her,
shooting with his handheld again. Alice remained on her side, legs
flexed and buttocks exposed. "Should I go on my back again?" she asked.
"No," Norma said. "I don't know exactly how the layout's going to go,
but we can use the first shoot over if neccessary. Rick, can you do one
with her fanny in the background?"
"Sure." Rick shifted, keeping his camera on Laura's hands. "It won't be
in focus, though."
"That's okay, it's enough to keep the idea that this is a rectal
"Okay," Laura said, this time sitting alongside Alice with the
glistening probe still in her hand. "Ready Alice?"
"Yeah, I guess," Alice said, her tone drawing smiles from the rest. With
Rick back at his main camera, Laura spread the student's buttocks again,
holding them through several flashes, then placing the plastic tip
against Alice's anus for several more, before inserting the probe slowly
into her rectum. This one seemed to go in nearly three inches before
"Notice," Norma murmered to an enraptured Luann and Ted, "How she rests
the tip of both against the anus for a moment before inserting it? Most
people just run it up in one continuous motion. But this way is much
more comfortable for the patient, not to mention safer."
"I don't think I've used the digital to take a rectal temp yet," Luann
"I know, it's used mostly for oral temps because there's little danger
of the patient breaking it. But when a rectal temp is called for the
probe has some advantages--it only takes a few seconds, so you don't
always have to manhandle the patient into Sims or a supine position. If
you're carefull, it can be done standing, or bent over-"
"So, you're going to make Alice do it again, bending over the table?"
Ted broke in, unable to suppress a small grin. Norma smiled back.
"No, Ted, I'm not going to make Alice do it over again--not at all."
Then she turned back to the bed, leaving Ted with his first case of
serious stomach flutters that morning.
"Hold on another moment," Rick told Alice and Laura, as removed a spent
film back from his camera and prepared to replace it with a fresh one.
"I ain't going nowhere," Alice said with a laugh. The insertion of the
first thermometer had brought back memories of when she was little and
had a cold or flu and her mother would gently plant a thermometer in her
behind and sit beside her, warm hand on her butt, waiting for a reading.
The slim glass rod sliding past her anus felt like nothing else. The
probe, in contrast, was warmer and thicker and felt like the tip of the
bulb enema her mom sometimes used as a follow up to the temperature. She
tried to remember the last time she had had her temperature taken
rectally and decided it must of been when she was ten or eleven.
"You know, this isn't too bad," Laura told her, eyeing the digital
readout as the white box began to beep.
"What do you mean?" Alice asked.
"When I was in school--not that long ago, too-- one of our first
assignments was to measure our own temperatures at home, and record our
"Yes. We did oral, axillary, inguinal and rectal temps on ourselves,
every night for a week. Then we logged them on a graph. Isn't that how
it was for you, Norma?" "Temps? You had it easy, Laura," Norma said with
The lights flashed twice more. "Okay," Rick said, "Got it now." Laura
slowly removed the probe from Alice's rectum. Pressing one finger
against its top, she skillfully snapped the probe cover into a small
paper bag taped to one side of the cart, then reinserted the metal probe
into the white box. Lifting Alice's cheek again, she carefully wiped the
residue from her anus.
"Okay, girl," Laura, said, giving the tan buttocks another playful swat.
She looked toward Ted and Luann. "Next up!" This precipitated another
fit of giggles from Luann.
Norma consulted a clipboard upon which she had listed the pictures she
needed for today. "Let's do the tap water enema and Harris flush next."
Laura nodded and picked up one of the buckets, taking it over to the
steel sink. "Luann...," Norma said, pointing at the bed with her
"Why me?" Luann's freckles disappeared as her face reddened. "Can't he
go next?" She pointed to Ted, who snorted indignantly.
"Just because you've never had one-"
"What's this?" Norma said, forcing Luann to explain her error of months
before. "Have you given enemas yet?"
"Yes, a few," Luann replied.
"Then you really should have one yourself--so you know what it feels
"Well...." Luann still looked doubtful, then Ted whispered in her ear.
She smiled, nodded. "Okay," she said. She climbed into the bed, pulling
the covers comically up to her chin.
"What are you, hiding?" Laura asked, returning with the enema bucket
filled three quarters full. She placed it on the cart, then opened more
packets of lubricant as Rick moved in to photograph her preparations.
"You really never had an enema before?" Alice, hovering by the bed,
"No--at least I don't think so. Have you?"
"Sure," Alice nodded. "They're not so bad."
"Laura's going to give you a small Harris flush, Luan," Norma said. "So
you'll get an idea how it feels without taking too much water. I can use
the pictures for SSE as well. Then we'll show the catheter in place to
seal you off and siphon a retained enema." Laura moved into position by
the bed. She positioned an overbed table alongside, adjusting the height
so it be several inches above Luann's hips when she turned over. Rick
resumed his place by the main camera, shooting Laura's final
preparations with Luann in the background.
"Don't worry, hon," Laura said. "I won't put that much into you, only a
little more than a Fleet's."
"Okay," Luann said. She knew from experience that few patients had
difficulty tolerating a Fleet's. And although she had never given a
Harris flush, she had seen it done several times--the back and forth
motion of the water into the patient's bowel prevented distention and
the feeling of excessive fullness. Although most rectal treatments were
new to her--she had not so much as inserted a rectal suppository until
starting nursing school--she did have experience with anal sex. While it
was still a challange to take comfortably, she had found much to like
about it, especially having fingers put up her ass in preparation for
what was to follow.
"Turn over, Luann," Laura said, holding the clear plastic rectal tube in
one hand, the last three inches of which glistened with dripping K-Y.
Her free hand pulled back the covers as Luann shifted to her left,
bringing both legs up so that her thighs made right angles to her
stomach. Laura placed a disposable diaper next to her buttocks, then
laid the enema tube on it, using both hands to draw Luann's gown up to
her hips. "Love your underwear, Luann," she said as the red striped
panties appeared. She moved them down Luann's thighs, revealing soft
white buttocks sprinkled lightly with freckles like powdered sugar on
Picking up the rectal tube in her right hand, Laura used her left to
spread Luann's buttocks apart. She glanced back at Rick. "A little
wider," he said, face tight on the viewfinder. Luann's buttocks opened
wider; her anus appeared, visible from several feet away. Lights
flashed. "Okay," Rick said.
"Here it comes, Luann. Take a deep breath and hold it." Laura placed the
tube lightly against Luann's anus, paused while the lights popped two
more times, then pressed it past her sphincter, inching it gently into
the young woman's rectum.
"Ooooohhhh...," Luann exhaled as the enema hose entered her, as if its
passage into her bottom forced air from her top.
"You okay, Luann?" Norma asked.
The girl nodded. "Fine," she said. And that was true: the tube didn't
feel bad sliding into her ass. Certainly it was smoother and thinner
than the fingers and other appendages she had had back there. Laura's
hand slid back along the plastic, fingers pushing another inch or so
past Luann's buttocks. She paused while Rick made another exposure, then
slowly released the clamp, allowing warm water to flow from the bucket
"Here it comes, Luann," she said.
"I can feel it going in."
"I..., I think it's okay."
Standing between Norma and the bed, Alice glanced at Ted. He looked like
he'd been hypnotized, so intent was he on the tableau. She really didn't
blame him, though; Luann had an incredible ass. Although certain she had
few, if any, lesbian tendencies, Alice had felt her own breathing
quicken as Laura worked the slim plastic tube between those gorgeous
Nursing School Part II
Just as Luann felt the spreading warmth in her bowel transform into a
cramp Laura clamped off the flow, lowered the bucket until its rim was
about a foot beneath the top of the mattress, reopened the clamp and
took hold of the tube again an inch or so from where it passed between
Luann's cheeks. "It's coming out now," she told the student. "Holding up
Luann nodded. "It's not too bad. Is this what a Fleet's feels like?"
"No, not really," Laura said, eyeing the bucket as it gradually refilled
with water tinged slightly brown. "A Fleet's shoots into you all at
once, and it's almost always room temperature so it feels cold. This is
lots more comfortable to take, really. Normally you wouldn't wait this
long for the outflow, but I didn't put that much water into you, so it's
coming out a little slow."
Having spent part of the previous evening debating with herself whether
or not to insert the suppository, Luann now felt grateful that she had
decided to use one after all. It was only the third time in her life she
had taken medicine rectally. The first was a couple of months prior when
she had awoken feeling nauseaus, and had spent the first hour of that
day kneeling by the toilet, gagging and heaving until even her saliva
had dried up. She heard a tap on the bathroom door and her mother's
worried exclamation. "Let me give you something to settle you stomach,"
she said. "I can't swallow now," Luann tried to tell her, but she had
already gone. A few moments later the door opened and her mom knelt
beside her. Luann was about to turn to her and explain that she couldn't
take medicine right then when she felt the hem of her nightshirt,
already up to her thighs, rise further and warm fingers pull down her
panties. "What...?" She tried to turn around, but a firm hand on the
small of her back held in her place. Then it moved down to her buttocks,
spread them apart, and she felt a slick finger probe inside for a moment
before it slid deep into her asshole. "Mom!" "It's alright, Luann. I'm
just giving you a suppository; you'll feel better in a few minutes."
And she did. The nausea, resulting from a transient virus, passed for
much of the day. Later that afternoon, she felt the queasiness again,
and asked for another suppository, only this time she took it lying on
her tummy in bed. Her mother's finger pressing deep inside her was all
she felt--the suppository itself was soft and melted quickly by her body
heat. The night before the shoot she had retrieved the ducolax
suppository from her parent's bathroom, inserting it by herself in her
bedroom. While doing so she glimpsed inadvertantly at the full length
mirror on the closet door and saw a pretty auburn haired woman dressed
only in a nightshirt and knee socks standing nearly on her toes with her
back arched and one arm reaching ridiculously behind her, hand
disappearing into the hem of her shorty nightshirt. Unexpectedly
catching the expression on her face during the insertion made Luann
burst out laughing, nearly forcing the suppository out the way it came.
Laura reclamped the enema tube, and raised the bucket above Luann's hips
again. "I'm going to put some more in, now, okay?"
Luann nodded. This enema was easier to take than the suppository, which
had lasted only about five minutes inside her before she had to scurry
to the john and expell. The routine of nursing school occasionally left
her constipated, something she hadn't experienced before. She decided to
teach her mom to give a Harris flush.
Rick made one more exposure as Laura raised the bucket high. The he
picked up his handheld camera to check the settings, always keeping his
body turned towards the bed. Alice couldn't really blame him, either.
They weren't photographing procedures for a textbook, right now; they
were giving Luann Vanderhorst her first enema.
She'd heard somewhere--was it Martha who told her?--that in days past,
when most nurses were trained by hospital based diploma programs,
students giving one another enemas had been something of a rite of
passage, and the girl who had never had one--rare in those days--usually
received special treatment from her classmates. Although she had
dismissed the story as more of Martha's teasing her baby sister, Alice
now wondered if it might be basically true. She realized with sudden
insight that she was witnessing an ancient ritual, one that probably
predated professional nursing, harkening back to the wise women whose
presence was as old as time. In order to administer the treatment, the
practitioner must learn humility by receiving it herself. Though she
would not have used the term, Alice decided that the making of a
textbook was incindental to their purpose; the real reason they were
here was to be taught chivalry.
"I'm going to run the rectal tube an inch or two higher as soon as the
water starts flowing again, okay?"
"Just so it doesn't come sticking out of my mouth," Luann said. Everyone
laughed as Laura released the clamp, then slowly inched the tube further
into Luann's rectum. Alice felt a warm flush seep along her spine and
neck. Only vaguely aware of herself, she nevertheless realized that what
she was feeling was partly sexual, but also transcended sexuality. For
the first time since getting up from the bed, Alice hoped that she
wasn't finished for the day.
"What do you think?" Laura said to Norma, holding the bucket near
Luann's right hip, making the flow very gradual, if not nonexistent.
"No problem. I got it all."
"What about you, Luann?" Norma asked. "Is that enough for you first
"Yeah-" Luann started to reply, but pressure from her diaphragm forced
air from her intestines into the tube and out into the bucket where it
bubbled audibly. Hearing that made Luann giggle with embarrassment,
which forced more bubbling at the surface of the enema water. The air
also seemed to shake Ted from his reverie. "Better get that out of her
before she deflates," he said.
"Oh, you're dead meat now, mister!" Luann called as Laura clamped the
tube once more. Then slowly pulled it out from between Luann's cheeks.
K-Y streaked the clear plastic of the portion that had actually gone
inside her body, rendering it opaque as it slide out. The tip popped
free, and Laura quickly dropped it into the bucket before water could
drip on Luann or the bed. She gave Luann's butt another friendly pat
before helping pull her panties up and gown down.
"I feel like such a big girl, now," Luann said, as she sat up on the bed
and dangled her legs off the side.
"Are you okay?" Norma asked. "Any cramps?"
"No," she said, standing up slowly. "I don't hardly feel anything inside
"Well, you better get going, hon," Laura said. "This is your first one,
and you don't want to get taken by surprise." Nodding, Luann walked
towards one of the bathrooms set in either side of the auditorium. She
made a detour and swung playfully at Ted, who raised his hands in mock
"Don't hurt Ted, Luann; he's next," Norma said cheerfully. She caught
Rick's eye and pointed to the exam table. He moved the tripod away from
the bed and positioned it closer to the table. Then he adjusted the
lights in a similar fashion. Meanwhile Laura took the used enema kit and
paper trash bag she had used for Alice over to a dirty area by the wall
where a hospital style hopper and red bagged trash can were set. She
emptied the bucket into the hopper, then dumped it and the bag into the
"So, like, what're we doing now?" Ted asked Norma, a trifle uneasy, but
holding up well, she decided. Ted had been the last one she asked to
participate because she doubted he would willingly submit to these sorts
of treatments from women he saw and worked with everyday. With his armed
forces background, Ted had started school a trifle cocksure, and to no
small degree a ladies man. Not the kind, in her opinion, to willingly do
anything that might make him look bad, especially in front of a girl as
pretty as Luann.
"Exam," she told him, "Male genitalia and groin-- those will take less
than a minute."
"And then the prostate."
Norma figured she'd seen happier faces awaiting multiple root canal
surgeries. But then Ted grinned. "Okay, no problem," he said. Leaving
Norma to wonder whether she misjudged Ted or underestimated Laura's
skill at putting people at ease for difficult procedures.
"All set?" Laura asked briskly, drying her hands with a scrub towel.
"Let me have you two in your basic positions," Rick said, adjusting one
of his lightstands, now clustered around the exam table. Ted hesitated,
then stood in front of the table, arms crossed protectively across his
"He looks like he's afraid she'll give him a breast exam," Alice
whispered to Norma.
"Hush, now!" Norma murmered, grinning anyway.
Laura put one hand gently on Ted's forearm. "Don't worry, Ted, I used to
do insurance physicals. Never lost a client yet." She felt the muscles
in his forearm relax slightly.
"I'm ready!" Rick called, taking up his position behind the camera.
"We just need male genitalia this time, right?" Laura asked.
"Right," Norma confirmed, flipping through pages on her clipboard.
"Start with the posture, and just do a couple with the gown up, okay?"
Laura put her hands on Ted's shoulders as Rick fired a couple of shots
to establish their relative positions. Their faces were only a foot
apart. Laura's eyes were grey, Ted realized, surprised that he hadn't
noticed before. Between flashes, she smiled and winked at him.
"Now pull the gown up to your hips," she told him. He complied, raising
the gown with a feeling similar to what a combat soldier feels when he
peeks out from behind sandbags in the midst of a firefight. Laura had
turned away from him; he heard the familiar snap of rubber gloves being
put on. Like most, his penis seemed to have a rudimentary consciousness
of its own, and began to tingle as the cool air touched it. Laura placed
her ungloved hand on his shoulder, then stooped slightly to perform a
scrotal exam. Her fingers danced lightly against his whithered sack. Her
touch nothing like the iron fisted gorillas the military relied on to do
anything at all that required delicacy and deftness.
Lights flashed several times. "Hold it a sec," Rick said, lowing the
panhead an inch or so. In her stooped over position Laura's coat parted
at the bottom, allowing Ted to see that her legs were bare at least to
the knee. Becuase Laura only taught clinical and not classroom, Ted had
never seen her in anything but a uniform with white pantyhose. Her knees
and calves looked supple, framed between the bottom button of the coat
and the thick ankle socks she wore. He wondered what she wore beneath
the coat--if anything. At that moment Ol Blue Eyes stopped feeling numb
and tingly and started to feel more like rising and greeting the day.
Caught off guard, Ted tried to envision images from the combat casuality
textbooks he'd studied for his corpsmen training. Every time he turned a
page, however, he saw a picture of Laura, sans lab coat, wearing only a
smile and a wink. She saved him then by standing upright. "All done,
Ted. That wasn't bad, was it?"
Ted shook his head. If only you knew, he thought.
"Now, turn around and bend over the table with your forearms flat on the
paper, okay." Grateful, at this point to turn away for any reason at
all, Ted complied. The "butcher paper" covering the table felt
unexpectedly slick, causing his elbows to slide and him to fall forward.
His hips hit the leather covered wooden edge. "Easy!" Laura helped
steady him. "This won't hurt, I promise."
"I'm okay," he said. The slight pain had brought him back to earth. Then
he felt the back of his gown lifted and his butt exposed like his dick
had been before. He heard the faint liquid squish of lubricant being
compressed. Then his cheeks were spread apart, a gloved hand on one and
a warm bare hand on the other. They went further apart than they had
ever been before.
"Hold it...." He heard Rick say. Why doesn't he just stick the goddamned
camera up my ass and be done with it? Ted wondered. Light's flashed, and
Laura's hands shifted, the fingers of her ungloved hand moving to either
side of his buttocks, holding both of them apart, but not as far as a
momet ago. He felt something cool and wet press lightly against his anus.
"Take a deep breath, and hold it," her voice said in his ear. As he did,
the pressure on his sphincter increased, widening it until the fingertip
passed in. Laura gently worked her gloved forefinger past his anus, deep
into his rectum. He felt his sphincter widen further as her knuckle came
to rest between his cheeks. The probing finger seemed to impale his body
to the table like a javelin. The tip floated, lightly carressing the
inside of his colon, then he felt more pressure on his sphincter as she
rotated her hand so the pad of her forefinger could press against his
prostate. Her free hand patted the small of his back reassuringly. As
soon as she found the firm nub of the prostate, the Troubadour got up
and sang a medly of bawdy tunes, and there was nothing he could do about
it except feel grateful that he hadn't spread his legs before bending
Watching all of this, Alice suddenly wished she had sat down because she
felt woozy, lightheaded and hot. It had gotten so warm so quickly.
Seeing Ted get his unit inspected was cool--though it wasn't anything
special. But when he turned and bent over to display those dimpled
buttocks Alice began to feel like soft tallow. She envied Laura the task
of spreading those muscular cheeks and running her hand between them and
up his ass. Were she the one to do it, she'd go until her elbow vanished
in the crack, and her forefinger was tickling his tonsils. Sin veruenza!
she thought, giddily.
She glanced around quickly to see if Luann had returned yet, but the
girl must still be expelling her first enema. Too bad, Alice thought,
she'll be sorry she missed this. But on second thought, maybe she didn't
after all miss it after all, Alice reminded herself.
Laura glanced back quickly to make sure her body wasn't blocking Rick's
view of the hand she had buried between Ted's buttocks. "Hold it one
second more...," Rick said, staring intently at the viewfinder.
"Hold what-" Ted began.
"Okay. That's it"
Slowly Laura pulled her finger out of Ted's behind. This felt almost as
intense as the insertion; Ted's anus closed up rapidly as the finger
reduced within him. He fancied he could hear an audible pop as the tip
went free. "Hold tight, Ted," Norma said. "Now we've got another temp to
do with the probe."
After hearing her cryptic remark earlier, Ted wasn't surprised that she
wanted to put that probe up his ass, too. He'd been ready to argue, in
fact. But now, still hard as diamond, he was happy to remain bent over
the exam table, where he could be reasonably sure that the damned thing
couldn't be seen between the front of his gown and his closed thighs.
Deftly snapping the glove off and inside out, Laura tossed into a fresh
bag. She picked up the digital thermometer, slid a new shealth onto the
probe and tore open a packet of K-Y in what seemed to be one continuous
motion. She dipped the plastic covered probe into the jelly, holding the
position for a moment while Rick made an exposure of her preparations
with Ted's bare behind as a backdrop. Then she placed the thumb and
forefinger of her left hand on the ridge of his buttocks, spread them
apart for another flash, and slid the probe into his rectum with the
same technique of placing it first against the anus before inserting it
the rest of the way.
The heat Alice felt coalesced in the pit of her stomach and groin. Now
she knew exactly what Ted was feeling because she had just had the same
thing put up her backside. Her own buttocks squeezed together
She knew, but she was wrong. While to Alice the probe had felt warmer
and thicker than the glass thermometer, to Ted it felt smaller and
cooler in contrast to the warmth and thickness of Laura's finger. The
sensation was not unpleasureable, but it was, thankfully, less intense.
He renewed his concentration of combat casualties; when that didn't
work, he mentally undressed his grandmother. At last he felt his dick
begin to soften. It wouldn't subside altogether so long as he remained
bent over with a woman as pretty as Laura sticking a probe up his ass,
but he figured he'd be able to cover it by fooling with his gown for a
moment. What did they think, anyway, that he was made of stone?
Alice felt a tap on her shoulder. She looked behind her to see Luann,
finally back from the bathroom. Luann pointed to Rick and Laura, then
covered her mouth to suppress a giggle. Alice gave her a knowing nod.
When she turned back, Laura was sliding the probe out of Ted's fanny.
"Ted can you do one more? A Fleet's enema?" Norma asked.
"Yeah, sure, the more the merrier," he said speaking into the table's
surface. This brought laughter from the students and smiles from Norma,
Rick and Laura. She put the electronic thermometer back on the cart, and
picked up one of the boxed enemas. While she extracted it, Rick popped
the film back off his camera and replaced it with a fresh one.
"We already shot some warming techniques without models," Norma
explained to Luann and Alice.
"They just use the microwave at Kaiser," Luann said.
"I know, and it's a bad idea, too. You'll also heat up the lubricant on
the tip and give someone a bad burn, if you're not careful," Norma
"I didn't think of that," Luann admitted.
"Use running water or a pan filled with warm water if there's time. You
don't have to get it too warm, just so it's better than room
Luann and Alice nodded. Meantime, Laura removed the protective shield
from the tip, stooped and placed her left hand on Ted's butt, and spread
his cheeks again, pausing for Rick to take a shot of the open buttocks
and white plastic enema tip, before she inserted it until the all of the
tip and flange vanished into him. They posed thusly for an instant, then
she squeezed the plastic enema bottle, compressing it in her hand.
"Hey!" Rick exclaimed. "You're really doing it--I thought you were just
going to put it in!" His hips shifted several times, but he made no move
"I need pictures of it being squeezed," Norma told him, while Laura
patted his back reassuringly again.
"You've had enemas before haven't you, Rick?" she asked.
"Yeah, but never one of these. It's cold!"
"I'm sorry, Rick," she said. "I should have warmed it up first." She
leaned her face closer to his ear. "I knew you weren't ready to stand up
yet," she whispered. He felt a flush creep over him. "Don't be
embarrassed," she continued whispering. "It happens to all men--it can't
At any rate, he had to admit, the surprise of receiving the cool enema
and her revelation had left the Midnight Rambler soft enough so that he
would be able to stand and face his classmates when this was finished.
Stay tuned for part III
[Note to readers of part I, because the person who transcribed this
normally keeps his head about where Laura puts the enema tubes, the name
Cynthia was introduced in the last few paragraphs of Part I. This is an
error--the name, of course, should have been Alice. Apologies for any
confusion this may have caused.]