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Date Posted: Friday, June 29, 2012, 01:43: pm
Just having a memory I had to share and wondering if anyone else had a similar experience. I went to a small rural k-12 school where the school nurse was a friend of my mom who was also a nurse. When I was a sophomore I had a bout of constipation and for a few weeks my mom and dad made me get an enema every day after school. I hated it and was deeply embarrassed and humiliated but also secretly turned on, which just made me more humiliated. I was mortified for my teenage body to be handled like when I was a little kid (and got regular weekly enemas) and very confused about how it also felt good but do wrong to feel shamefully aroused by having this done to me by my parents. So I always resisted , begged, fought, refused and had to be forced. My mom, the nurse, always prepared the enema, and if I got really argumentative she called my dad in to help and restrain me into position. He typically took me by the arm and steered me into my bedroom where my mom would put a rubber sheet and towel on my bed while telling me to get undressed. I could almost never bring myself to do it, still begging and sometimes crying and telling them I was too old, so my dad would end up basically stripping me (waist down only if pants or skirt, otherwise whole dress). I was always allowed to leave my bra on, but of course had to have my panties removed. My mom and dad would half force me onto the bed crying and my dad would always say "lift up your hips honey" as he pulled my panties down and took them off me. He and my mom would roll me onto my side and force my leg up and hold it there (the sims position, my mom always said) then spread my clenched buttocks so my mom could lubricate me with her finger (she stuck it up in me) and then insert the tube. Daddy would hold me firmly in place and stroke my hair and they would tell me how much better I would feel when it was all over. Mommy would announce "I'm going to open the clamp now" and suddenly I would feel it start flowing inside me. I would just let go and start crying, being held and cuddled yet forced by them to take the big bag of solution up my rectum while one of them rubbed my belly (and I secretly wished in confusion and humiliation they would rub between my legs because I got so aroused).
Anyway I digress!!
My parents had to go away for about five days during this time and I thought thank god no enemas!! I stayed at my grandparents and I knew it wouldn't happen there. That Monday at school I got called to the nurses office at the end of the day. This was weird but not alarming. I had to sit and wait in her outer office where the secretary told me the nurse was getting ready for me. I began to get a bit alarmed; was I going to have to get a shot or something?? The nurse then called me in and shut the door. I suddenly saw something that made me nearly faint with dread and anticipation and humiliation - the office bed had a rubber sheet on it, and a bug red enema bag with a long hose was lying in a bedpan on the bed. My mouth dropped open and I thought I would faint. The nurse (Nurse Weller, I still remember) briskly told me my mom had asked her as a friend to give me my daily enema there at school while she was away. I said no way etc etc but the Nurse Weller told me firmly that it WAS going to happen, and I could either cooperate and it would be confidential or she would have to ask the secretary or a teacher to help and hold me down. She. Made me strip completely, in front of her with no screen, and put a gown on open in the front. I started whimpering and couldn't stop as she made me climb on the table and lie down. I clutched the gown closed in front while she rucked it all the way up in back and began to slide her lubricated gloved finger inside my buttocks then back and forth over my anus and in and out of my rectum. I immediately got very aroused and even more upset. She held her slippery finger pushed hard up inside me and spoke soothingly to me about being "a big girl" and how it would make me feel better and I needed to relax and just pretend it was like when mommy did it to me. But it wasn't. First of all it felt so much more medical and the enema was big and also very very warm. When she pushed the nozzle in my clenched rectum and I felt her squirting that warm solution inside me, I was suddenly aware it was all different and had major arousal. As she slowly milked the enema into me, I began to wiggle because I was getting so stimulated. She noticed and told me it was "good" for me to move around if it felt better because it would help the enema go deeper. In fact, she said , she had decided to give me a "high" enema. I had no idea what that meant but I was ready for her to do anything to me and terrified at the same time. She began to turn me into different positions to make the water flow further in, and because I had a gown on that opened in the front, when she had me lie on my back with my knees open my gown opened and I knew she could see me completely naked including my bare breasts and nipples. She periodically adjusted the nozzle and her knuckles brushed over my open labia and I groaned. I was mortally embarrassed but she acted like nothing had happened and just kept talking me through about how I could take more and I was being a good girl etc. when she had me roll on my right side she then had to reach around me to manipulate and hold the nozzle in; instead of walking around me, she reached between my legs. She said she was adjusting the nozzle to help the enema go in but this meant she was actually rubbing me and I later knew she was deliberately masturbating me. She kept doing it and doing it as I now began to beg I had to go and she said "were almost finished, I just want to make sure everything is ok down here" and suddenly slipped her long cool finger inside my vagina. I immediately had an orgasm and started to cry even tho it felt wonderful. She patted my back and squeezed my shoulder and told me I was a good girl and she could take the hose out of me now. She helped me up, which meant her arm was around me with mt gown open, almost like she was hugging me naked, and I was allowed to go to the bathroom. When I came out, truly mortified now, she was totally businesslike and cool and just told me I would be called down for the rest of the week for "our enema." this happened each day after school that week, with never any reference to what else was going on. When my parents came back there were no more enemas as my constipation was over and I deliberately put it all out of my mind for years. But now oh how I wish Nurse Weller would give me one of those special enemas again...!!!!
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