Andy prepared his equipment for the patient that was soon to arrive. He made
sure everything he needed was clean and close at hand. While he was just
finishing up he heard a knock at the door. He opened the door to his office
and ushered Linda inside and down the hallway to his "exam room".

"So, I understand you've been having stomach problems, is that correct?" he
asked as he sat down next to his examination table.

"Yes, that's right and it seems to have gotten worse in the last few days".
Linda answered somewhat nervously.

"Ok, why don't you go behind the screen there, take all your clothes off and
put on this gown".

Linda took the hospital gown and went behind the screen and began to
disrobe. There wasn't much to take off, only her jeans, T-shirt, bra, shoes
and socks. She left her panties on, she felt less naked with them on. She
pulled on the hospital gown which was open partially in the back. She took a
deep breath and stepped out from behind the screen.

"Please step up on that little foot stool at the end of the table and bend
over, I'll need to take your temperature first".

Linda hesitated, she hadn't had her temperature taken rectally for a long
time and was quite shy. The last thing she wanted was to have her
temperature taken this way, especially since she had never been to this
doctor before and he was, in effect, a complete stranger.

"Don't worry, I've seen lots of bottoms, and I always take temperatures
rectally, it's the most accurate and reliable way", Andy stated.

He stood up and turned to his cabinet, where he kept his thermometers and
Vaseline. He pulled on two latex gloves, before selecting a thermometer. He
chose one that was slightly larger than the usual ones, it was a little
longer and thicker than the others and the one he used the most often. He
opened up the jar of Vaseline and dipped the thermometer inside, lubricating
the bulb end thoroughly.

Linda stepped up onto the little stool at the end of the examination table
then bent over it, resting her upper body on her elbows. The hospital gown
rode up as she bent, exposing her pantied bottom. She waited
self-consciously while the doctor fiddled in his cabinet. She felt like a
little girl again, remembering the many times she had visited the family
doctor and had her temperature taken "back there". She was glad she had worn
brand new underwear.

"I thought I told you to take 'all' your clothes off?" Andy asked somewhat
irritably gazing down at Linda's new underpants. He set the thermometer down
on the metal tray next to the examination table.

"Well, I didn't think you were going to take my temperature back there"!
Linda retorted, somewhat irritated herself.

Andy had had a hard day, and Linda was his last patient of the day and also
the week, tomorrow was Saturday and he planned to spend it playing golf. He
was sick and tired of these college students and their snotty attitudes and
smart ass answers. He put the thermometer down on the metal tray next to the
table. He grabbed Linda by her upper left arm and dragged her off the stool
and over to the wooden chair that he had been sitting in earlier.

Linda was taken completely by surprise by this rough treatment and even more
surprised when she found herself across Dr. AndyÕs lap feeling his large
firm hand smacking her still pantied bottom. After several sharp smacks she
finally found her voice.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUÕRE DOING?, YOU CANÕT SPANK ME!!, YOUÕRE NOT MY DAD!!,
LET ME GO DAM IT!!!"

Andy stopped spanking Linda long enough to reach under the waist band of her
underpants and pull them down to the back of her knees. When Linda flung her
hand back to try and stop him he grabbed her right wrist and pinned it
behind her back. He resumed spanking her, smacking her bare bottom with the
flat of his hand. He ignored her threats to sue him and her kicking legs, he
had malpractice insurance and a firm grip on her.

He stopped only when Linda stopped fighting him and lay across his knees
sobbing. Her bottom was quite red by now, his hand was tingling also and he
wasnÕt quite as irritated as he was earlier. He was feeling pretty good
actually, he had longed to do this so many times before with so many other
disobedient students but had never had the courage to do so until now. He
rested his hand on LindaÕs warm bottom....

"Are you ready to do as youÕre told young lady?" Andy asked still holding
Linda over his knees.

"Yes....Yes...Please stop!" Linda managed to sputter between sobs.

Andy helped Linda off his lap and stood her between his knees. She was still
crying and reaching back to rub her sore bottom. Andy reached over and
pulled her underpants down to her ankles and lifted each foot up as he
pulled them off completely. He led her back to the footstool and helped her
up onto it before bending her completely over the table. This time Linda
bent all the way over, her face hidden in her folded arms, still crying.

Andy pulled the back of her hospital gown up and out of the way before he
retrieved the still unused thermometer. LindaÕs cries seemed to grow in
volume as Andy spread her cheeks with his left hand and then began to gently
insert it. When it was all the way in her rectum he released her cheeks and
walked over to the counter where her medical forms were. He began to ask
Linda questions, checking off boxes as she answered.

Linda was able to calm down enough to answer most of Dr. AndyÕs questions,
despite the thermometer protruding from her backside. It was only when he
asked her if she was experiencing constipation that she kept silent. After
waiting patiently for an answer Andy dropped the form on the counter, he
strode over to LindaÕs backside and withdrew the rectal thermometer. He
placed the thermometer on the tray and then pushed down on LindaÕs lower
back, pinning her in place and proceeded to give her several more sharp
smacks on her still sore bottom. LindaÕs cries began again with renewed
vigor. Once again Andy retrieved the thermometer and gently slid it back
into LindaÕs rectum before returning to the medical forms and his
questioning.

"Are you experiencing any constipation?", Andy repeated "Yes!" Linda blurted
out, embarrassed both at the question and her answer.

Andy pulled the thermometer from LindaÕs rectum and noted the reading on her
medical forms. He picked up the jar of Vaseline and took it over to the exam
table, putting it down on the metal tray before dipping his finger into it
and swooping up a dollop of grease. He pulled his chair close behind Linda
and sat down. With his right foot he pushed the foot stool out from under
LindaÕs feet, leaving them dangling. He scooted his chair up closer, so
close that his knees were between LindaÕs legs. He spread his feet apart
forcing LindaÕs legs apart also. He could force her legs open farther simply
by moving his knees farther apart. In this way LindaÕs anus and rectum were
fully exposed to him.

"IÕm going to give you a rectal exam now, I want you to hold still. IÕm
going to insert my finger into your rectum and feel around, it may be a bit
uncomfortable but it needs to be done."

Linda took a deep breath and held still while Andy pushed his index finger
up against her anus and began to push it in. This was her first rectal exam
and she squealed like a little girl when she felt his finger first enter her
then travel farther up her rectum. She had pelvic exams in the past and
found the cold metal stirrups embarrassing, but in this position with her
legs spread out on each side of Dr. AndyÕs knees was much worse. It made her
feel more like a little girl being positioned this way. She had no leverage,
and even if she managed to get up off the table, the only place she would
end up was on Dr. AndyÕs lap.

Andy was gentle with Linda, he knew how long his fingers were and how they
may hurt someone not used to a rectal exam. Once his finger was fully
inserted he held still, allowing his patient to get used to this
"intrusion". After a few seconds he began to rotate his finger in all
directions inside her rectum.

Linda raised her head as AndyÕs finger invaded her rectum. It was quite a
bit larger than the thermometer. Quite a bit warmer too. She took several
deep breaths as she grew accustomed to the feel of something up her bottom.
She gripped the edge of the exam table as she felt Dr. Andy begin to twist
his finger in her, searching for any obstructions. She moaned softly and
gritted her teeth, when Dr. Andy finally withdrew his finger she let out an
audible sigh.

Andy dipped his finger back into the Vaseline for more lubricant then re-
entered LindaÕs rectum. It slid in quite a bit easier this time. He wanted
to feel further up her backside this time.

"Linda, I want you to bear down like youÕre having a bowel movement" he told
her, once his finger was fully embedded in her rectum again.

Linda didnÕt hesitate this time, she pushed down as much as she could. She
knew she might receive another spanking if she disobeyed again. As she
pushed down, she felt AndyÕs finger move deeper into her. She was starting
to get used to this invasion and actually starting to enjoy it. She gripped
the edge of the table and closed her eyes wondering when she could schedule
another appointment.

Andy got a good feel inside then slowly pulled his finger out. Linda was
indeed constipated. Probably all the junk food these students ate. He stood
up and stripped off the latex gloves. She was going to need a good enema to
clean her out. He formulated in his mind what he was going to do with this
student and smiled to himself. At last a chance to treat a snotty little
student in the manner they deserved, not to mention a chance to satisfy his
own unusual sexual fetish. He grew hard just thinking about it. He hoped his
long white doctors jacket hid his condition.

Linda felt somewhat empty when Dr. Andy finally pulled his finger from her
bottom. Her legs came together once again when he stood up, but she still
lay over the end of the table. Her bottom was still somewhat sore from the
spanking, and she was sure it was still somewhat red. She had always
fantasized about being spanked but had never been in reality. She also
fantasized about having her temperature taken rectally and being given a
rectal exam against her will. Her fantasyÕs always ended with her being
given an enema by a strong dominant man as she was held over his lap. Her
pussy was very wet. She hoped her hospital gown hid her condition.

Andy returned to his cabinet and prepared a large irrigation syringe.
Instead of water he filled it with pure olive oil. He had several unusual
items in his cabinet, at last he was going to put them to good use. He
inserted the plunger into the syringe and pushed it in a little producing a
drop of oil to spurt out the other end. On that end he attached a rubber
tube about six inches long and pushed the plunger again. Oil oozed out the
end of the tube and he lubricated the entire length of the rubber tube with
it. He took it to the metal tray and set it down, then pulled on a new pair
of latex gloves.

Andy helped Linda down from her perch on the examination table and onto her
knees. He pulled the back of her hospital gown up and over her bottom
exposing her still red bottom. He adjusted her position a little so her
bottom was to his liking, it was still tinged red from the spanking he had
given her earlier. He reached between her legs and forced them apart, then
picked up the irrigation syringe.

"Alright, IÕm going to inject some oil into you to soften up the fecal
matter thatÕs causing your constipation. YouÕll feel a tube in your rectum
and then some pressure as the oil enters you. In order for this to work
youÕre going to have to retain this oil for a few minutes. IÕll help you do
that by inserting my finger back in. I expect you to hold still, if you
donÕt I wonÕt hesitate to use my belt on you... Do you understand!?"

"Yes sir", Linda answered meekly.

Linda couldnÕt believe her luck. At last she was going to receive an enema
from a strong man. Her fantasies were coming to life. Even so, she was still
apprehensive. Because of the size difference between her and Dr. Andy, she
could not physically resist him. She would have to take what he gave her
even if she didnÕt want it. She grabbed onto the back leg of the wooden
chair with her left hand and Dr. AndyÕs left ankle with her right. She
closed her eyes and tightened her grip on both.

Andy spread LindaÕs cheeks with his left index finger and thumb, exposing
her anus. He brought the tip of the rubber close and began to slowly insert
it into her rectum. He continued to apply pressure as it disappeared further
up her backside. He stopped when it was almost completely emerged. He
switched hands, this time gripping the syringe in his left hand and the
plunger in his right. He pushed down on the plunger and watched as the oil
slowly disappeared.

Linda gritted her teeth as the tube slid farther up her bottom. At last the
tube stopped and she relaxed only to gasp out loud as she felt the oil begin
to enter her. She gripped the chair leg and Dr. AndyÕs ankle tighter as the
pressure inside her rectum grew. Her anus tightened around the rubber tube,
trying to keep the contents of her rectum from spewing out.

Andy emptied the entire syringe into LindaÕs bottom them quickly pulled the
rubber tube from her bottom. Not an easy feat considering how much power her
sphincter gripped the tube with. He tossed the syringe onto the metal tray,
then immediately plunged his right index finger into her rectum. He placed
his left hand down on her lower back, pinning her into position so the oil
would have time to work its magic.

LindaÕs sphincter tightened around Dr. AndyÕs finger. Her stomach gurgled,
and she wanted nothing more than to run to the bathroom. Her effort to hold
in the contents of her rectum caused her buttocks to squeeze together and
her legs to jut out. Her toes curled under, her fingers tightened their grip
on the chair leg and Dr. AndyÕs ankle.

AndyÕs left ankle began to go numb so he decided to let Linda sit on the
nearby toilet. He pulled her up from his lap and walked her over to it, his
right index finger still embedded deep inside her rectum. Once she was
sitting down, he slowly pulled his finger from her and stood back. He
stripped off the second pair of latex gloves and waited patiently while
Linda relieved herself.

Linda sat on the toilet for almost twenty minutes as wave after wave of oil
and other ÔmatterÕ burst from her rectum. She had thought she would be able
to use the ÔbathroomÕ in privacy. Instead she was forced to evacuate in Dr.
AndyÕs presence. She felt her face turn bright red as each spurt was
accompanied with a loud fart, which she had no control over. Eventually she
finished getting rid of the oil and other matter and felt quite empty.

Andy had returned to his cabinets and began preparing the Ôcleansing enemaÕ.
He connected a long hose to his favorite red rubber enema bag and attached a
long black curved nozzle to the end of the hose. He clamped the hose shut
and filled the bag with warm water from the faucet. He lubricated the nozzle
with Vaseline then hung his contraption on a metal hospital IV stand. He
rolled the IV stand next to the examination table and waited for Linda to
finish.

Linda finally finished ridding herself of the oil enema, and simply sat on
the toilet. Andy stood her up and bent her over. He wiped her bottom with a
disposable diaper, making sure she was clean. She offered no resistance, but
he noticed that she whimpered like a little girl as he cleaned her. Andy led
her over to the examination table and helped her up. He made her lay face
down and spread her legs again before pulling up her hospital gown.

Linda whimpered quietly as Dr. Andy inserted the enema nozzle and unclamped
the hose. She lay still as the warm water entered her. She took the whole
bagful, crying softly. Once again she felt Dr. AndyÕs finger slide into her
rectum when the bag was empty. Ten minutes later he helped her down from the
table and back to the toilet. Tears slid down her face as she again released
her enema. When she had finished Andy wiped her bottom and hugged her to
him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hung on, clinging to him.

"IÕll expect you next Friday at the same time, youÕll need another enema,"
Andy told her.

Linda smiled... She wondered how she was going to endure the rest of the
week until next Friday.

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