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just a boy
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Date Posted: Monday, July 06, 2015, 04:59: am
I had been sick in bed for a couple of days, when my mom called the doctor who made house calls. He had given me an enema the last time which was about a year ago. My mom asked the doctor if he thought I have an enema. The doctor said he would have to examine me first, and asked my mom to take off my pajamas, and lay on the bed. The doctor proceed to lubricate his gloved finger and insert it into my little 11 year old anus. After some probing around, he pulled his finger out and said that I definitely needed a good enema.
The doctor asked my mom to get out the enema bag and he would put some special soap in it. The doctor asked my to hold up the bag and he would administer the enema. I didn't like the last time he gave me an enema, the this time was no different. It was more of an abrupt, get it over with enema. I could only hold half the bag, and had to sit on the toilet, while he inspected my deposit. Then back on my back for other half. When it was over with ,my mom thanked him, and he said any time.
Six months later in the winter time I again was sick with a cold and my mom called the doctor again. He said he was very busy, but would send over another doctor with an assistant. A knock on the door, produced the other doctor and an assistant .
When mom took them into my bedroom, I was shocked to find that the doctor was a woman, as was her assistant. So the new lady doctor asked her assistant to take off my pajama top, so she cold examine me. After all of the preliminary
procedures, she asked my mom the last time I had had a good bowel movement. My mom was quick to reply that it was a few days ago. The nurse said that she had to do a rectal exam and asked that my pajama bottoms be removed. Now I was starting to get a little embarrassed. Mom got me out of the bed and as I stood there, my mom and the young assistant lady both removed my PJ bottoms. I laid back down on my stomach on the bed while the assistant took my rectal temperature. I only had a slight temperature, and the doctor told his young assistant to take their enema bucket into the bathroom and mix up the enema.
The assistant brought it back into my bedroom, where the doctor had placed a rubber sheet on the bed. The assistant then asked my mom to hold up the enema bucket while she helped the doctor by spreading my butt apart as the doctor
put the nozzle home. As the enema was taking place the doctor told her assistant to start massaging my stomach.
As the enema was doing it's job, I said I was getting full.
The doctor closed the clip as the assistant did some more
rapid massaging. The doctor opened the clip and asked me to take the rest of it.
Finally I took all of it, and needed to go to the toilet quickly. The assistant helped me off the bed and into the bathroom, where she sat me down and rubbed my stomach as I expelled the enema. After I finished she actually continued to help me by washing my bottom and drying it off. Then she took me back into the bed room. Everyone asked if I felt better now, after the enema. I said I did, but was a little tired, where upon the assistant put my pajamas back on and put me back in bed.
I really enjoyed the enema, and especially the young gal assistant, who made it a very pleasurable event. My mom realized that, as she remarked as such, making the comment that I was growing up and perhaps we could have the assistant gal come over again if we asked for her. I said that would be quite OK with me. And it happened
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