THE WELCOME WAGON

BY DR. KLYST DOUCHENHEIM

The grounds of the hospital were carefully manicured, almost as
if they had undergone some mysterious treatment at the callused
hands of the Chicano gardeners who tended the broad expanses of
green. Inside the children's ward, Dr. Rodney Thomas, Ph.D., MD,
sat at his large, walnut desk reviewing the schedule of the day,
and deciding which of his young patients would receive the
benefit of his attention. His prime function, aside from the
medical aspect of his presence, was the personal interest he took
in the psychological aspect of the reaction his charges had to
certain treatments they were made to endure in the name of
"medicine" and "treatments". There were actually few "children"
in that most of the patients in this division were in the age
bracket of eight to eighteen. After all it was a county sponsored
facility, and the administration took great pains to maintain the
regulations and distribution of patients according to public
health protocol. The doctor smiled to himself, seeing that his
day would be considerably enlivened by his rounds on the girl's
ward. He had, with some perverse pleasure, seen to it that a
11-year-old girl was scheduled for x-ray. In fact, a barium enema
X-ray examination of the intestinal tract. It was his duty, he
decided, to be present, and assist the nurses and orderlies in
the preparation and treatment of the girl, as well as have the
opportunity to satisfy a personal quirk, by engaging in
conversation with the patient throughout the ordeal she was about
to be put through. The good doctor knew from experience in this
hospital ward that he should be at the girl's bedside at least an
hour before the x- ray was scheduled, in order to derive maximum
benefit from the opportunity. He scanned the charts. "Hmmm.", he
mused. "Rachel Friedman, age 11, height 5 feet, weight, 91lbs.,
hair, blond, eyes, green.". He remembered how frightened she
looked, the first day she was admitted; she was unusually pretty,
and very slim. He knew in his mind how she would look in the
short, white hospital gown that would barely come to the tops of
her slender thighs. He wondered if she would have any pubic hair
as yet. Probably a bit, but if it was profuse he'd have it shaved
so she'd be naked as a baby. He liked a clean working area.
Continuing his perusal of the chart he noted that her mother was
divorced, but that the admission forms were signed by a Jack
Collins, her uncle. Rachel's mother's maiden name was Collins. So
there seemed to be some male influence or father figure in her
young life. He mused that a young girl should always have a
"daddy" even if it was an uncle or a mother's boyfriend. Rod
imagined scene of family discipline with Rachel standing
submissively before her uncle (as her mother described her
misdeeds) glancing furtively at the folded, wide leather strap in
Uncle Jack's hands. "Daddy's Hands" ... no, but probably just as
effective on a 11-year-old girl's quivering, bare bottom!

His nurses were almost hand picked. a benefit of being in charge
of the wing. And he saw to it that they never lacked practice in
the administration of his most commonly prescribed treatment. Rod
never thought about how his unusual, highly sexual, reaction to
the sight of a young girl being given an enema had come about, in
fact, all he did was to enjoy it. Occasionally he found it
difficult to conceal the tremendous erection he would get during
such a scene, but he found the white physician's smock he wore
more than adequately protected his secret. He reached above his
desk for a reference work which had become a favorite, written by
R. A. Miller, MD7 "The Retrograde Barium Enema...a manual for the
Radiological Clinic" published in 1966. "The patient is prepared
for the barium examination," he read, "by being given several
soapsuds enemas (1.5 quart) until the return is clear. "When
ready the patient reports to the X-ray department where she may
be given a one mg. atropine and 1/4 grain morphine sulfate or
Demerol. In the X-ray room the barium solution is prepared and
suspended in an enema container three feet above the table. The
patient is brought in and placed in the knee-chest position. Her
gown is lifted and the nurse, or often the X-ray technician,
wearing a sheer finger cot, applies a liberal amount of KY jelly
to her anus, slowly dilating the rectum by working his finger in
and out of the tight sphincter until her musculature begins to
relax. An inflatable catheter #141 (32 Fr.) is lubricated with
K-Y Jelly, and carefully inserted into her rectum, to just past
the sphincter, and inflated, the air having been previously
cleared from the tube. A slight inflation of the enema Bulb will
hold the device in place as the patient is positioned. The
patient is then turned over, to lie on her back, with her knees
drawn up, and her legs spread widely apart. Position the enema
for easy connection. "A Miller cuff is then placed in position
and inflated, forming a secure seal preventing her from expelling
the solution. She is then placed in a prone position with legs
extended, or with knees slightly up and the enema tube is
connected to the tube from the enema container. Her gown is
further loosened so as not to constrict the abdomen. "The barium
is allowed to flow, under fluoroscopic control, until the entire
large bowel is filled. This takes two to 2-1/4 quarts. At this
time the lower right quadrant of the abdomen is markedly
distended. The patient must be encouraged to relax, and possibly
restrained, if necessary. "X- rays are then taken with the
patient in the prone position, or any other position deemed
necessary to the doctor. This may take five minutes, and if the
doctor waits until the X-rays are developed it may take five to
ten minutes more. Should the X-ray require examination of the
small intestine, she will be turned on her back again, the enema
container filled with two more quarts of saline solution, and
allowed to flow freely, forcing the thick barium into the small
intestine. This procedure may be quite painful to the patient,
and she may cry out in protest and discomfort. Restrain her, if
necessary, but complete the procedure. "When the X- rays are
taken, she is helped to the bathroom, the catheter is deflated,
removed, and she is allowed to expel the solution. She will be
quite exhausted and should be allowed to rest an hour before
being returned to her room. Her rectum should be examined, and a
soothing lotion applied if deemed necessary." Dr. Thomas smiled
as he closed the book and returned it to the shelf. Rachel was
scheduled for X-ray at 10 a.m. He thought that he'd better be at
her bedside by nine to "supervise" the several soapsuds (or
saltwater-until-clear) enemas that the hapless pre-teen age girl
was going to be given to her before her ordeal in X-ray. He felt
a pleasurable twitch in his crotch at the thought of what the
morning was going to bring. He had "supervised" the sweet
humiliation of many young girls, and noted that more that 60% of
the young patients exhibited varying degrees of sexual response
during the enema procedure. He would watch closely for the
tell-tale wetting of the vagina, with the attendant swelling and
opening of the labia, and make her talk about her childhood enema
experiences in great detail should this become evident.

Time for rounds to begin.

Rachel lay quietly on the hospital bed in the semi-private room
she shared with Barbara, who was a year older than herself. It
was the first time she was in a hospital, and felt really naked
and helpless under the clean white sheets, wearing the short
hospital gown, and nothing else except a pair of cotton ankle
socks. Her slim legs moved under the covers as she wondered what
was going to happen to her. Barbara and Rachel talked to each
other almost all day, as they both shared the same degree of
apprehension; Barbara, however, having been admitted a week
before Rachel, who only arrived yesterday. Rachel had not yet
experienced the "Welcome Wagon" as Barbara had, so she was not
mentally imagining her next encounter, as Barbara had been doing
since her last session with the orderly on the floor. Finally
Barbara could not hold back. "I can't understand, Rachel,"
Barbara ventured, "why the nurse hasn't been around with the
`Welcome Wagon' for you yet. I got it about an hour after I
checked in." Rachel turned towards the pretty patient in the next
bed. "What do you mean, Barbara? what's a `Welcome Wagon?' " "I
didn't know, either, but the nurse who got me into the gown and
into bed said that the duty nurse would be around with it right
away. Gosh, was I surprised." The mystery deepening, Rachel
persisted, "But what do you mean?" "I mean. that they told me it
was the rules that as soon as a girl is checked in, she has to
have a... an... enema. before anything else, especially if the
doctor is going to do a, you know, examination, down there. Did
you ever have one. I mean, an enema, Rachel?" Rachel blushed a
deep shade, suddenly hoping her embarrassment wasn't visible to
the older girl. She blurted out, without thinking, "But that's
for being really disobedient. I mean, that's what I get 'em for."
Rachel hesitated, realizing that maybe her receiving that
particular form of humiliating punishment may not be typical of
the punishments other young girls received. "You mean you get
enemas as punishment?!? I just get a good whipping with my
Daddy's belt! I can't imagine being punished like that. I thought
you only got an enema when you were sick, or especially in the
hospital. Gosh!" Rachel didn't know what to say, but recovered
her composure enough to refresh the question, "You never told me
what the `Welcome Wagon' was." "Oh, jeez, that's the cart that
they use to wheel in all the stuff they need to give you an
enema, you know, the red rubber bag, the Vaseline, or like they
use here, that slippery jelly in the tube. "It makes you feel
real funny when you see all that stuff, especially if it's an
orderly. you know. a guy that's going to give it to you."
Barbara, suddenly a very coy 12 year old, lowered her voice, and
in a husky, confidential whisper told her room...mate, "I thought
I was just going to come when that cute orderly pulled down the
covers and... you know what I mean! Just wait till he takes your
temperature... " Rachel certainly did know what Barbara meant.
Ever since she was six, her mother had used both the enema and
the strap as a means of disciplining her little girl. But when
her mother's brother...Rachel's uncle...was visiting when she was
nine she had been very naughty, and quite insulting to her uncle.
Her mother decided that her uncle should participate in her
punishment, and invited Uncle Jack to help not only in the
preparation, but in the actual execution of Rachel's humiliating
punishment. She could never forget standing in the large, second
floor bathroom, watching her mother take the old red rubber enema
bag from under the sink and fill it with two quarts of hot
soapsuds, as she told her brother how she had begun using enemas
as a punishment after reading about such methods in a book about
correctional methods in girl's reform schools. Mom had always
used either the ruler or the strap on her daughter, but she felt
that "a good dose of soapsuds" was something her pretty young
daughter dreaded even more than a spanking. And she was right. It
was the presence of her uncle, that time when she was nine, and
many times since, that her uncle "assisted" her mom when
punishment was called for. Never would she forget the command, as
she stood in her pajama tops and panties before her mom and Uncle
Jack, "Come on, now, Rachel," her mother said as she hung the
bulging red bag on the hook beside the toilet, "I'm not going to
spank you for embarrassing uncle Jack with your behavior, but
he's going to see how embarrassing it is going to be for you to
get your punishment enema in front of him." "Oh, Mom," Rachel
remembered begging, "Please not in front of Uncle Jack, please."
"Rachel, it will do you no good to argue, and if you put up a
fuss I'll just have to give you a second dose of soapsuds. so
just slip those panties down and get over my lap." Her memory was
vivid. Protests would do nothing. Her nine year old mind would
never forget the look of fascination in her uncle's eyes as she
obeyed the order. She hooked her little fingers in the elastic
waist band of her tight, white cotton panties and, blushing with
humiliation, pushed them down to just below her crotch. "All the
way, Rachel, take them all the way off! You know you can't spread
your legs far enough apart if I let you keep your panties down
around your knees." Crimson with shame, Rachel lowered the tiny
garment down her slim legs. She stepped out of the panties,
picked them up, and hung them neatly over the back of the chair
her mother was seated in. She couldn't take her eyes off her
Uncle Jack, who, she realized, was staring intensely at the pink
slit of her pre- pubescent vagina. "What are you waiting for,
Rachel? Bend over my lap, just like you always do!" "Oh, Please,
no! Mom don't make me, please!" "Rachel, if you don't get over my
lap this minute I promise that you will be strapped within an
inch of your life right after Uncle Jack watches you get a double
enema!" That did it: Rachel bit her lower lip and assumed the
position. Once there, her mother her mother gripped her about her
slim waist, pinioning the helpless child. Rachel's long hair fell
forward over her face towards the floor. "Jack", her mother
matter-of- factly asked," hand me the tube, but be sure the clamp
is closed. You don't want soapsuds all over you, when they are
going right in here." Rachel, helplessly across her mother's lap
knew that her uncle, standing behind her, could see not only the
target, but the as yet hairless lips of her vagina, too, as her
mother pushed her slim legs wide apart and separated the tender,
smooth, nether cheeks. Jack watched intently. Rachel could feel
her Uncle's eyes. She knew what Jack was watching: her mother
dipping a finger into the jar of Vaseline, and spreading the
greasy lubricant generously onto the enema nozzle. Jack was
intrigued with the way Rachel's mother moved the greased pipe up
and down the girl's anal crease, gradually working its slippery
length into the little girl's rosebud-like opening. Rachel
remembered tensing her body as the slippery nozzle invaded her
tender bottom. "Sit here, Jack," her mother said, indicating a
chair in front of the girl, "This will take about ten minutes. "
Uncle Jack pulled up the chair, seating himself near Rachel's
bowed head. It was when her uncle took her chin in his hands and
lifted her head up so that he could see her face that the first
stirrings of till now inexperienced sensations flooded her mind.
Jack gently moved the hair away from her tightly closed eyes. The
same instant she heard the "click" of the hose clamp and the
soapsuds started to flood her slim body. Confusing, incredible
sensations raced in conflict as she opened her tear- filled eyes
to look into her uncle's face. Yet her mother was not known for
leniency, and the entire two steaming quarts filled Rachel's
youthful bowels, causing her to cry out in pain and humiliation
at having to undergo this procedure in front of her uncle. It
hurt so much that she couldn't help moving her slim legs
continually, in the swelling stimulation of the enema. She felt
Uncle Jack lower her head and move around behind her, and she
knew he was staring at the little pink gash of her sex as she
writhed helplessly under the cramping pressure of the enema she
was being made to endure. And for the last six years the
punishments had continued, and sometimes in the last two years
administered by Uncle Jack himself when her mom couldn't be there
to discipline the girl personally. Of course her mother approved.
Oh, how she approved! Rachel's mind snapped back to the present
as she realized that Barbara was still speaking to her. "Gosh,
that must be awful. I mean to get enemas for a punishment. But I
guess it would work pretty good," the loquacious 12-year-old
continued, " `cause TI remember about six months ago when I was
sick, my Dad and my Mom both gave me one, and it was just awful.
Bending over like that, I mean, but since my Dad always gives me
the strap on the bare, I was kind used to the position." Rachel
listened apprehensively, thinking about the "Welcome Wagon" that
Barbara had explained. Barbara pushed back her long hair and
informed her room-mate ominously, "I'm surprised they haven't
brought the `Welcome Wagon' around for you, yet. But you'll see
it soon, for sure." Rachel shuddered, her naked legs feeling the
cool sheet and imagining it being pulled down for...

Dr. Rod picked up the phone on his desk, silencing its ring, and
responded to the ward nurse's question, "No, Emma, I think that
because Rachel is in a semi-private room you should not give her
the X-ray prep in there. Take her to the hydrotherapy room and
call me when you get there. I'd like to speak to her before the
examination." Emma, the duty nurse, hesitated for only a second,
but then acknowledged the `order', "As you say, doctor. I see the
girl is scheduled for a barium. will that be high? I mean, shall
I allow time for a high colonic enema in addition to the usual
cleansing enemas?" "I'll check the chart, nurse, and let you know
when I get down to hydrotherapy. Just in case, make sure you have
a 30 inch colon tube ready. I don't think that Rachel has ever
had a high colonic, so we may need the restraints, too." "Of
course, Doctor," Nurse Emma knowingly responded, "I'll see to it
at once, and call you as soon as the girl is in hydrotherapy."
Moving through his rounds that morning, Rod checked up on two new
additions to his patient roster. A very beautiful
seventeen-year-old oriental girl, Lin Su, was admitted by her
parents because of her dietary habits, which resulted in her
being quite thin, but with a constant digestive problem. He
wanted to see her prepared for the Murphy Drip procedure which,
he knew, would be terribly humiliating for a seventeen-year-old
girl. Also a very unusual case referred by a colleague who
specialized in sexual psychology: This was an thirteen year old
girl, Cynthia, quite pretty, who masturbated so frequently that
she had developed an extremely irritated vulva and was
hospitalized so that it could be treated, without her continually
irritating the tissues. Rod noted, not without some interest,
that the nurses had already placed her wrists in the soft leather
cuffs and had secured them to the rails on either side of the
hospital bed. She wouldn't be touching herself for the time
being. Her legs, really her ankles, had been strapped, spread
apart, to the bed rails, and as she was naked beneath the short
hospital gown, he could imagine the embarrassment this exposure
would be causing the girl. He loved to see them blush during his
probing examinations. He wondered when they were scheduled for
the "Welcome Wagon", and made a mental note to drop in at the
appropriate times. The examination and treatment of this lovely
child would be most interesting and stimulating. Back in his
office, he took care of a few administrative duties when the
phone rang. Emma was announcing her arrival in hydrotherapy, and
said that the orderly was bringing Rachel down in about 10
minutes. "I'll be right down, Emma," Dr. Thomas said. The
hydrotherapy room was in the basement of the hospital, fairly
close to the X-ray department. Rod stepped off the elevator and
moved down the quiet corridor to the door of the hydrotherapy
treatment room and entered. Emma was already there, arranging the
equipment she would need to prepare the young patient for barium
fluoroscopy. The room contained several large, white, bathtubs
along one wall, separated by about eight feet. Cubicle curtains,
which could be drawn for privacy, hung from the ceiling around
each of the tubs. No one else was in the room, and all the
curtains were withdrawn. One or two toilets were visible, and the
special "filtration toilet" which was used to recover small
swallowed contraband stood out from the wall. On the far wall, a
row of hooks were mounted on the wall near several equipment
cabinets. On each hook hung a large, red rubber bag, complete
with its long, red hose. The glistening black enema nozzles and
long, fat douche nozzles, along with the serpent-like colonic
catheters were displayed in the glass fronted cases. Several
tubes of K-Y jelly, speculums, rectal dilators, bulb syringes,
and enema tubes were visible. Rod noted that Emma had already
installed the canvas support across the tub nearest the cabinets.
Vertical steel rods were mounted on each side of the tub at about
the center. A leather ankle cuff dangled from the top of each
rod. Wrist cuffs, also of soft, but strong, leather were to each
side of the tub at the far end. Emma was preparing the four quart
enema bag as Rachel was wheeled into the room by a male orderly.
She could have walked, of course, but hospital procedure demanded
that a wheel chair be employed. She was wearing a light blue
hospital bathrobe and slippers. Dr. Thomas noted with amusement
that she wore white ankle socks, adding to her "innocent little
school-girl" appearance. "Hello, Rachel," Rod volunteered
cheerfully. "I'm going to personally supervise your X-ray
procedures this morning, and try to get you through this as
easily as possible." Rachel's eyes widened in fear and anxiety as
she saw the preparations that were being made. As we, the readers
are already aware of her experiences with enemas as a child, we
can understand the feelings she experienced at the sight of the
huge red enema bags, with their extra long red rubber tubes,
displayed on the wall, and especially the four quart bag in the
hands of Nurse Emma. It was twice the size of the bag her mother
(and Uncle Jack) was so fond of using to discipline the girl.
"What... what are you going to. to do?" she stammered. "I
thought. that I was just. I mean I was told I was going to get
X-rayed.?" "You are, Rachel," Dr. Rod was using his best `bedside
manner', "but it's a special kind of X- ray called a `barium
enema' X-ray." "Barium... ENEMA...?" the young girl was almost on
the verge of fainting. "Yes, Rachel," Rod continued, holding her
hand, which was almost icy cold, "In order for the X-ray to show
what we need to see, we have to put some barium solution inside
of you. the X- ray can't see through the barium, so it shows up
on the film." "But. but, I didn't know." "It's all right, Rachel,
I'm going to stay right here with you. Nurse Emma and I are going
to make it as easy as we can for you." The girl's worst fears
were realized as Rod continued his explanation, "But before we
can do the X-Ray, you have to some regular enemas so that we know
you're all cleaned out inside." He turned to the orderly. "Thank
you very much, Jack, we'll call you if we need anything. "Very
well, doctor," the orderly said. Dr. Rod suspected that Jack
would have liked to stay and help, too. "Rachel," Rod said after
the orderly had left the room, "I want you to take off the robe
and climb up on the canvas stretcher you see across that tub."
She had seen the "filtration toilet" and could not have helped
but notice the ankle cuffs attached to floor shackles in front of
the curious bowl. "Are. Are you going to make me... go... on
THAT?" she pointed to the device. She saw the rope attached to
the pulley on the ceiling with the handcuffs attached. Obviously
she imagined herself, half-naked, in bondage, legs shackled wide
apart in front of the steel toilet, bent over with her wrists
being pulled up behind her in the shiny steel handcuffs, the huge
enema bag full and ready for her. "No, Rachel," Rod assured her,
"that's for girls or boys who have swallowed something we have to
recover, and won't cooperate with the nurses or orderlies and
have to be completely restrained. You know, like juvenile
delinquents from Foster homes, or in from Juvenile Hall. Criminal
types, not like you." Somewhat reassured, the girl began to
comply with the orders given her. Rachel reluctantly got up and
slipped the robe off. She was wearing only the short hospital
gown that came only to the tops of her thighs, her slim, coltish
legs naked except for the little white ankle socks. She was
obviously aware that as soon as she lay back on the canvas she
would be completely exposed and at the mercy of the doctor and
nurse, and the incredible enema equipment, the likes of which she
had never seen. She flashed on the mental image of her mother and
uncle Jack in the place of nurse Emma and Doctor Thomas. They
were preparing the granddaddy of all punishments for her. It was
like being in a modern torture chamber to the girl. The leather
restraints, the instruments of punishment. "Let me help you on
the stretcher, Rachel," Rod volunteered, and assisted the girl
between the steel uprights on the tub. She lay back, her legs
tight together, until Rod said, "Rachel, Nurse Emma is going to
start you off with a little two quart soapsuds enema to clear
things out, and then we'll have to give you a high colonic." He
turned to his assistant, "Nurse." "Now hold still, Rachel," Nurse
Emma admonished, "while I get you ready for your enema. And
doctor, you will see it was not necessary to shave this child.
Still being pre-pubescent she hasn't even a trace of pubic hair
to interfere with your examinations and treatments." "Thank you,
nurse, and yes, I see what you mean," Doctor Rod said, gently
moving the girl's legs slightly apart. Nurse Emma knew how much
the good doctor was enjoying his job, and discreetly turned aside
as Doctor Rod's long, slim fingers brushed the thin girlish slit
of Rachel's vaginal cleft. He stepped back. "Emma, you take
Rachel's left ankle and I'll take the right!" Rachel shut her
eyes as the nurse and doctor drew her slim, coltish legs up, and
spreading them wide, attached the leather cuffs to her ankles,
separating her thighs and exposing her naked bottom to treatment.
"Oh, please, doctor," Rachel pleaded, "do you have to do it this
way? I mean, I'm so... so... embarrassed." Doctor Rod became
sympathetic, "I'm afraid so, Rachel, but first I want to take
your temperature." He held his hand out, and without being told,
Nurse Emma placed a well lubricated glass rectal thermometer in
it. He held it up and noted that it had been shaken down to well
below the 98.6 degree mark.

"Nurse Emma is just going to put a little lubricating jelly down
there to make it easy to put it in." He paused, then added, "One
would think you never were given an enema before, but I know
better. Your mom said that you got your first enema when you were
only six. is that right?" "Y...yes." Rachel blushed, "but I
didn't think she told you." Wearing a sheer latex glove, the
nurse squeezed a small blob of K- Y jelly onto her upraised
finger, and carefully prodded the young girl's tight rosebud
until the sphincter loosened, then inserted her finger to the
first knuckle, gently working it in and out (just like uncle Jack
did the last time he gave her a punishment enema, thought
Rachel). "She told me quite a lot, Rachel, in fact she said she
had to give you a nice high enema just a month or so ago. That's
right isn't it?" He didn't expect her to answer, but was noting
with interest how she was squirming in her restraints as Emma
continued with the anal prep. The nurse withdrew the finger,
removed the glove and discarded it. Rod moved to between the
girl's well parted legs and slowly inserted the thin glass tube,
until only about 1/2 inch protruded from the twitching rosebud.
He held it throughout, moving it almost imperceptibly, but
knowing the helpless girl could feel it's invasive activity.
Tied, strapped down, knowing that the enema was only moments
away. She felt herself becoming wet. The feelings down there were
just too much to bear. She whimpered half in relief and half in
excitement as she felt the thermometer being slowly withdrawn.
Through almost closed eyes she saw Dr. Rod wipe it and read the
results. "Quite normal, Nurse. Let's proceed. Rachel's eyes were
still closed, or she could have seen Dr. Rod admiring her naked
legs, and even more naked vaginal orifice, the lips now slightly
parted, moist. She did, however, open her eyes at the sound of
the nurse running the hot water into a two quart stainless steel
mixing pitcher, into which an ounce of green soap was placed. The
nurse stirred the mixture until suds could be seen at the top,
and then taking the gigantic red rubber bag, poured the solution
in, only half filling it. Emma hung the bag on a portable IV
stand and pushed it over to the tub, the long red, tube in one
hand. "I'll get the nozzle, nurse," Dr. Thomas volunteered, and
extracted a thick, bulbous, black device from the nearby glass
cabinet. Rachel couldn't help but notice the fat, bulb-like shape
at the 'business end' and asked, timidly, "Why are you going to
use that... is it going to. hurt?" The nurse was screwing the
nozzle onto the tube. "No, Rachel," Rod said, "But it may feel a
little unusual. the thick part, here." He said, pointing to the
tube Nurse Emma was coating with K-Y jelly, "is designed to keep
the enema well inside until you are given permission to go the
bathroom where I will extract it." Rachel's hands gripped the
steel uprights, not being restrained at the moment, and bit her
lower lip as the nurse slowly worked the thick tube into her
bottom. A small, but heartfelt, "OOhhhhhhh," escaped from the
girl as the nurse snapped open the clamp and the hot solution
rushed in to do it's work. "Ohhhh. OOoooo, Not so fast! It's too
much!" Rachel pleaded as the second quart started in. "Now,
there, there." Dr. Rod consoled her, noting her lower abdomen
begin to swell. "You must save your strength for the colonic
we're going to give you!" Soon the bag was empty, but the griping
had begun. Rachel's knuckles whitened as she held tight to the
rods that were holding her legs in their leathery grip. "Only a
minute more, child," Nurse Emma said as she closed the valve and
disconnected the nozzle, which remained, impaling the girl and
the fluid within. The long tube, once again coiled and placed on
the hook with the bag, had done it's first duty, but would soon
be placed in service again. They unfastened the girl's trembling
legs and the nurse helped her to the toilet, where the nozzle was
gratefully withdrawn and the girl could relieve the almost
unbearable pressure which had built up.

Upon their return, Rachel was far less modest, and allowed
herself to be placed once again on the canvas rack, her legs
again lifted and spread for the cuffs to secure. "Now, Rachel, "
Rod explained, "I've ordered a high colonic enema to take care of
anything that's left inside, but you don't have to worry about
getting up until it's finished, as there's an outlet tube being
attached now, and the nurse will control the outflow to the drain
in the tub, as well as the flow going in." He held up the 25 inch
French catheter. "But this will have to go in all the way before
the enema is administered." "Oh, no, doctor, it's too long. I
can't. please, no." Rachel tried to straighten up, her hands
reaching to cover her nakedness. "Nurse," Rod commanded, "Take
her other wrist. I'm afraid we are going to be better off putting
her in restraints right away!" Rachel could not really resist, as
her ankles were already secured. The doctor and nurse easily
strapped her wrists into place above her head, and the nurse
pulled a long body strap over the girl just below her barely
swelling young breasts, and buckled it tight. Emma had refilled
the huge enema bag with a full four quarts of hot saline solution
and connected the Y-adapter and outflow tube to the colonic and
feed tubes.

"Begin the colonic!" Rachel heard with horror as the nurse
advanced on her helpless body, the long tube glistening with K-Y
jelly. Dr. Rod assisted, now feeling an unstoppable erection
starting in his groin, by holding the girl's legs well apart, his
spread fingers on her thighs, his thumbs almost touching the
youthful vaginal lips. The nurse began to work the long colonic
tube into Rachel's protesting anus, occasionally releasing the
flo to ease the tube's inexorable passage. "Oh, stop. please, no,
no more." Rachel shrieked, her strapped and helpless body
squirming, trying to get off the long tube that was impaling her
deeper and deeper. Rod, holding the girl as he was, finally
noticed the tell-tale moisture and swelling of the vaginal lips
that so often appeared as a girl was being given an enema or high
colonic. He glanced at his young patient, and noted that her eyes
were tightly closed. But it was unmistakable, she was
experiencing not only pain, but sexual pleasure. The incredible
stimulation she was receiving from the long colonic tube being
inserted was undeniable. At last the entire 24 inches had been
inserted and the four quart solution began to invade the young
bowels. Rachel writhed and moaned as the heated liquid did its
griping, cramping, duty. Every couple of minutes Emma clamped the
tube off and opened the outflow valve, allowing the writhing girl
a moment's relief, but then, under Rod's watchful eye, resumed
the colonic. Finally, after about twenty minutes Rod declared,
"That's enough, nurse, she's taken almost four quarts and the
outflow is clear. Withdraw the colonic and replace it with the
enema nozzle. We'll take her into X-ray. Rachel was almost
sobbing as the long tube snaked out of her bottom. But her relief
was short lived and she cried out, "Oh, please, no more." as she
saw Dr. Rod approach with his favorite device, the inflatable
enema nozzle! "It's OK., Rachel, there's nothing to worry about,"
said our good doctor, "this is the last time, and we'll have our
X- rays, but you'll feel much better as soon as it's over. Now
just relax as I insert this instrument, and we'll go into X-ray
and finish your examination." "Oh, no, Doctor. I just can't take
any more. please. can't I take it tomorrow. please." "I'm sorry,
Rachel, but if we did that, we'd just have to start all over. you
wouldn't want that, would you?" The girl, still in the dorsal
lithotomy position (that is, with her legs strapped up and her
wrists in the cuffs above her head) sensed her totally helpless
position. Yet, the idea, couched in her subconscious, of a repeat
performance, was not at all unappealing, forced her to
consciously submit to reason. "Please, please, no. But, if you
have to, Doctor. I'll try to be good and do as you say. " "I do
have to, Rachel, and I'm certainly going to let your mother know
just how bravely you took your enemas!" Dr. Thomas knew when he
had won. He wondered if he should pursue his young patient's past
history, as he usually did, but common sense told him to merely
enjoy the girl's helpless position and interview her tomorrow
when she would be more susceptible to his psycho-sexual
suggestions. It even occurred to him that his bedside manner
could include a tender, intimate examination and soothing
stroking of that portion of the beautiful young girl's anatomy
that suffered such abuse in the hydrotherapy room and was about
to suffer in the X-ray rooms. Rod turned to Emma. "I think that
Rachel is ready for the enema. Please put some K-Y on the tube,
Nurse." Rachel watched, her heart pounding, as Nurse Emma once
again squeezed a substantial quantity of lubricating jelly on the
flexible enema nozzle. This enema, for those readers who have
never seen one, is an orange colored latex device resembling a
French catheter, but with an accordion pleated section about an
inch and one-half long just behind the insertion end. The tube is
about 13 inches long, dividing into two sections, one of which
terminates in a black bulb. The other leg of the tube is intended
for connection to the enema bag containing barium, or other
solution. As the hollow tube is surrounded by the inflation
folds, the overall effect is to clamp down on the hollow tube,
thereby holding the liquid infusion inside the patient's body
during the X-ray procedure. "Give me that enema, nurse," Rod
commanded. He had stationed himself at the side of the tub, and
looking down at his shackled patient once again felt the
pleasurable glow that accompanies the beginnings of a gigantic
erection. Nurse Emma handed him the lubricated device. He said,
"Hold her legs well apart so that I can make the insertion
easily."' The woman in white grasped Rachel's legs with both
hands, spreading them to the limit allowed by the leather cuffs
which secured her slim ankles. Rod placed his left hand squarely
on Rachel's already wet vulva, as if to make his aim more secure.
He swelled at the feel of the young girl's most intimate area.
guiding the tube, shiny with jelly, to the now tenderized
opening. Dr. Rod mentally noted how even an eleven-year-old girl
could become so sexually aroused during this sort of procedure.

Rachel, helplessly restrained in the leather wrist and ankle
cuffs, whimpered plaintively at the probing, insistent touch of
the slippery latex, as Rod slowly inserted the enema nozzle into
her bottom. "No, no, please, no more, doctor. I can't. Please."
Rod's rod swelled even more at hearing her protest, but continued
until the nozzle was deeply inserted. "I'm going to inflate the
enema bulb a little, Rachel, so that you will know how it will
feel in X-ray, after we put the barium in." With that
announcement, he began to squeeze the black bulb in his hand,
which caused the folded, inflatable portion of the tube to
gradually expand inside Rachel's well lubricated bottom. "I can
feel it. Ohhhh. Oohhhhhh, I, I can feel it swelling up inside me.
Ohhooooooo, Please, Doctor, Stop!!!" Rachel begged. "That's just
what we want it to do, Rachel," he said. "Now I'm going to take a
little air out, and leave it inside of you while you are moved to
X-ray, where you will get the barium enema examination." "Shall I
call the orderly, doctor?" Nurse Emma asked. "Yes, nurse, "Rod
replied, "We'll need a gurney for Rachel to lie on, as the enema
bulb will remain in place until after her barium enema." A quick
phone call summoned the young male orderly who appeared as if by
magic with a rolling cart. Upon entering the room he tried to
look coolly professional, but Rod knew how he felt at the sight
of a beautiful young girl strapped on the treatment tub, naked
from the waist down, her legs elevated and spread, the enema
nozzle, glistening from K-Y jelly, inserted deeply between her
lovely buttocks. Rod suspected the orderly's organ would soon be
as firm as was his own. Rachel saw the young orderly's eyes fixed
on her girlish, open sex. Nevertheless, Emma and the orderly
undid the restraints, and gently helped the now totally
embarrassed and humiliated girl onto the white sheeted gurney,
and covered her with another sheet. In a moment they were on
their way to X-ray. The X-ray room was tiled in white, as was the
hydrotherapy room she had just left. In the center of the room
stood the massive machine which was to photograph, via its
flesh-penetrating rays, the inner-most workings of the young girl
on the gurney. Opposite the door, the lead-shielded observation
room, with its lead-glass window, looked out to the steel and
porcelain table with the suspended Roentgen-tube X-ray projector
above it. The orderly, Nurse Emma, and our good (if kinky) doctor
carefully lifted Rachel onto the cool steel table, the enema tube
still firmly implanted in her bottom. The sheet that covered her
was removed, and the orderly took his good-natured time in
folding it up, as he was observing Rachel's now bared legs and
thighs. and the virtually hairless vaginal slit which topped
them. Soon a set of stirrups were installed on the outer edges of
the table, and Rachel's heels installed, spreading the slim legs
well apart, and displaying her rosy rectum from which the half
inflated enema bulb depended. "She is a such pretty child, don't
you think, Doctor?" Nurse Emma queried. Rod nodded in
affirmation, and noted, again, that the little girl's vagina was
wet with the dew of sexual excitation (quite understandable under
the circumstances). It was all he could do to restrain himself
from consoling his anxious, excited patient by stroking the
sex-swollen lips of her throbbing vulva with his soothing
fingers. Yet restrain himself he did, for he knew that following
this procedure, he would visit Rachel in her room and there
practice the soothing, relief she so needed, and wanted (although
she herself did not realize it) at this moment. Nurse Emma
produced, as if by magic, a fully loaded four-quart red rubber
enema bag filled with thick, hot, barium solution. Quickly the
unusually fat tubing was fixed to the enema inlet, and, following
the terrible "CLICK" of the metal hose clamp, Rachel felt the
heavy liquid invade her innards, moving inexorably upwards,
cramping, griping, until she could not hold back any longer. (A
large inside diameter delivery tube is required due to the
thickness of the barium solution.) "Ohhh, Please!!! Stop!!! It
huuurrrts! It hurrrrtttss!" Still the barium flowed. Rod felt
almost sorry, seeing the child's discomfort, her long eyelashes
wet with tears, but nature allowed it to continue. "I can't stand
it any more. Take it out. Please. Please! Stop!
AAAhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" The teen-ager writhed and twisted on the steel
table, but the nurse continued the painful infusion until three
full quarts of barium had forced their way into the girl's
helpless body. Finally it was all in her, and the nurse closed
the screw on the bulb and started to pump up the enema even more,
to seal the hot liquid inside Rachel's slim body until after the
X-rays were taken. Doctor Rod, although secretly enjoying her
helpless discomfort, realized that in fact she could endure
little more, and ordered the X-ray taken. The Orderly helped the
nurse hold her down in position while the X-ray tech, behind the
lead wall, exposed the film. So great was Rachel's discomfort
that she cared nothing of the fact that she was completely naked
from the waist down, and the twisting of her pretty legs in
protest of the churning that was taking place within her openly
and blatantly was revealing her most intimate, private parts to
the fascinated orderly and doctor. Open, pink and wet, like a
little flower that is just starting to bloom, the young dew
glistening, the girl's virginal vaginal lips betrayed her
helpless reactions, her hips thrusting almost as if she were in
the throes of an orgiastic seance. The heavy, thick barium had to
remain in place until the film was developed. A mere four
minutes, but to Rachel, four minutes of pure punishment, as her
slender body turned and writhed with the painful enema cramps she
knew all too well from the discipline she suffered at home, at
the hands of her mother, and, for the last two years, her Uncle
Jack. Four minutes. An eternity. The enema bulb inflated to an
almost unbearable size, holding back the barium, she had to
scream... "AAhhhhhhh. No more. No more! Please! Please! Take it
out! AAAAAhhhhhhh! No! No! Ohhhhhh! I can't stand it!" A nod to
Doctor Rod from the X-ray technician as he emerged from the
darkroom put an end to Rachel's ordeal, at least for now. "Nurse!
Orderly!" he commanded, "Take her to the bathroom and be..." he
touched Rachel's perspiring forehead. "... Gentle."

Back in her room, Rachel could scarcely believe what she had been
through. Barbara, her 12 year old room mate could hardly wait to
question her new found friend about her ordeal, suspecting the
reason for Rachel not having had the "Welcome Wagon" was that she
had suffered her hospital initiation elsewhere. But the poor girl
was so exhausted that she almost immediately fell asleep, her
dreams containing scenes that only the reader can imagine.