Karen had just moved to town after taking a job with a new company. She smiled whenever she saw her new boss. He was very distinguished looking, tall with graying hair. He had an air of authority about him that made Karen's heart skip a beat. She thought about him often while she unpacked her things and arranged them in her new apartment. For the next several months though they exchanged nothing more than smiles and casual "Good Mornings". All that changed though when Karen came down with some kind of "bug".
She hadn't been feeling well the day before but refused to call in sick having only started working at this job a few months ago. So she had gone in and continued working but that Friday she began to feel even worse. She knocked on John's door and entered. "Mr. Simpson", she began but was interrupted,
"Please call me John", he smiled at her.
Karen smiled back, their eyes met and something seemed to click between them. "I'm sorry, but I'm really not feeling too well and I think I'm going to have to go home early today", she told him.
"You do look a little pale" he replied with some concern and reached out to feel her forehead. "I think you're running a temperature, yes, you should go home and take care of yourself", he said with some tenderness as he removed his hand.
Karen found herself blushing as she drove home, remembering the cool feeling of Mr. Simpson's hand upon her forehead, becoming excited again just remembering his touch and look of concern. "He sure is good looking" she told herself.
John watched from his office window as Karen drove out of the employee parking lot. He was attracted to her for some reason. She wasn't tall and beautiful like his ex-wife, but more short and average looking. But she seemed to have a good sense of humor and a nice smile. He would we drawn to her laughter as he passed through the office. He found himself watching her as she interacted with the other employees, most of whom were male and had a bad habit of telling off color jokes and kidding around. But he was pleased to see she could handle herself just fine, she gave as good as she got and never seemed to get bent out of shape or upset when some rather crude remark was made when kidding around with them.
He went to the cabinet holding the employee folders and extracted hers. He began to read through it. She was single with no kids. He wrote down her address and phone number on a small piece of paper and slipped it into his pocket.
Karen lay in bed not feeling much better than yesterday. "At least it's Saturday and I won't have to call in sick again" she realized. She eventually got up and made a pot of coffee and sat down in the living room to slowly sip it. She hadn't been able to keep anything more substantial in her stomach. She had been living on coffee for the last several days, but found that the constipation she was also suffering through even worse. She laughed to herself as she prayed for a good bowel movement. "Cute Karen" she told herself. She was surprised when she heard the knock at the door. She got up slowly and peaked through the little hole, her stomach began to flutter when she saw Mr. Simpson on the other side. It was only after she had opened the door that she realized she was wearing only her "sleep t shirt and her hair was going in all directions, quite a pretty picture she thought silently".
John smiled at her, his groin stirred a bit as he saw her standing there dressed only in a t shirt. The image of her in a hospital gown popped into his mind. "I just wanted to stop by and see if you were feeling any better, you really did look awful the other day", he said awkwardly.
Karen couldn't imagine looking any more awful than she did at the moment, but knew what he was trying to say and responded... "I'm feeling a little better, and it sure is nice of you to be so concerned, would you like a cup of coffee?", she asked and opened the door wider, inviting him in.
John stepped in and stood nervously as she brought the coffee. They sat on the couch and sipped their coffee and talked about nothing in particular. "You know, you still look pretty flushed, are you running a temperature?" John finally asked bringing up the subject that was so dear to his heart. "I'm not really sure, I don't have a thermometer, I just moved here a few months ago and I never thought to get one", she replied quietly. John jumped up and started for the door... "There's a drug store down the street, I'll go get you one right now, be back in a few minutes", he called out as he left. He had a habit of acting impulsively, a trait his ex-wife did not find very endearing.
Karen was left staring at the door as Mr. Simpson left. She felt a little tingle in her groin as she thought of thermometers and having her temperature taken. For some reason she found the idea of having her temperature taken rectally really exciting to her. "Surely, he won't get a rectal thermometer", she sighed to herself and returned to her coffee.
Twenty minutes later he was back with an unusually large bag for something so small as a thermometer.
"Uhhh....I picked up a few other things I thought you might need", he said as he saw her looking at the large, brown paper bag. He began to pull some items out and place them on the coffee table.
Karen looked down at the coffee table but said nothing as John placed first the small jar of Vaseline and rectal thermometer down. He purposefully left the other items in the bag and set it down. He noticed the slight blush that appeared on her face as she saw the Vaseline and rectal thermometer come into view. He knew exactly what she was thinking of.
"If you want, I can wait here while you take your temperature in the other room, I don't mind".
He waited for Karen to respond but she remained silent, still staring down at the glass rod laying on the table. Finally she spoke.. "Umm..isn't that a rectal thermometer" she stammered. "I don't think I can do that".
John's heart skipped a beat as he replied.. "Rectal temperatures are the most accurate, especially if someone has been drinking something hot like coffee... I can take your temperature if you like, I've done it before"....he trailed off, letting the question hang in the air between them.
Karen didn't answer but continued to look down at the thermometer and Vaseline.
John sat down on the couch and reached for her hand, taking it in his own and gently pulled her closer to him.
"Lay down over my lap Karen", he said softly as he guided her next to his right leg. His confidence grew along with his penis when Karen didn't pull away from him in horror and run screaming for the phone to dial 911.
Karen allowed John to position her next to his right leg and finally bend her down over his lap. She closed her eyes tightly as he gripped her about her waist and raised her up a few inches before placing her back down so that her bottom was comfortably resting on top of his crotch. Her legs were stretched out on the couch to his right, her torso to his left. She wrapped her arms together and lay her head down waiting for what was to come next. Her mind raced back to the last time her temperature had been taken rectally. She had been about twelve years old, and had gotten sick at school, her mother had been called to retrieve her and when they had gotten home her mother had placed her face down on her bed and pulled her panties down before inserting the thermometer. She could remember laying there for a long time hoping none of her brothers would walk down the hallway and look inside her bedroom and see her getting "the thermometer".
John held his breath as Karen settled down over his lap, his penis growing larger. He reached down to the table and opened the jar of Vaseline, then unwrapped the rectal thermometer and poked it in, letting it stand there until he was ready for it. He looked down and inhaled deeply as he saw Karen's small form laying over his knees. He slowly pulled the back of her t-shirt up and out of the way. He slipped his finger under the waistband of her panties and began to pull them down until they rested at the back of her knees. He placed his large hand on her naked bottom and cupped her cheeks gently, "Are you OK?" he asked.
"I'm ok" Karen responded covering her face as her bottom came into view. His hand felt very warm on her naked backside. She tensed her butt and felt John give it a quick, gentle squeeze before removing it. She could hear the rustle of his clothes as he reached over for the thermometer. She held still as John pried her cheeks apart and began to insert the cold thermometer into her rectum. Her head raised up a few inches as he slid it deeply into her and held into place. Her buttocks relaxed as she got used to the feeling of the glass rod in her backside and lay her head back down with a sigh.
"That doesn't hurt does it?" he asked .
He enjoyed the picture that lay before him. He had longed to play doctor with his beautiful ex-wife but when he had brought the subject up that one and only time she had almost laughed in his face. Things had gone downhill from there and they had soon parted company. There were a lot of other issues that helped drive a wedge between them, but the look of disgust on her face when he had suggested she "bend over" so he could give her an "exam" remained fresh in his mind.
"No, it doesn't hurt" she answered truthfully, "but it's kind of embarrassing to have my temperature taken this way, It's been a long time since my mother held me down and did this, sometimes I would cry as she pulled my pajama bottoms down and put the thermometer in. She had a habit of leaving my bedroom door open and my brothers were able to look in and watch. I can still remember their stupid faces grinning as they punched each other and pointed at me as my mother held me across her lap.
John lifted the back of her t-shirt a little higher and began to massage her lower back as he waited for her temperature to register. He continued to hold the thermometer securely in place, his right palm cupping her small bottom, the glass rod between his fingers. He could almost feel it move slightly with each beat of her heart.
"Have you been eating anything", he finally asked, breaking the silence.
"No, I can't seem to keep anything down" she answered.
"That's not good, you need to take something,... spending a lot of time in the bathroom?", he asked suddenly almost wishing he hadn't said it.
Karen giggled, "Just the opposite!". She groaned to herself when she realized what she had just said. She felt the thermometer being pulled from her bottom and suddenly felt a strange emptiness. She was thinking of some way to get up and off John's lap gracefully when she felt his hand once again on her backside.
John held the thermometer up and read it, she had a little bit of a fever, but it was the brown smudge on the bulb of the glass rod that drew his attention. "The best thing for constipation, is a nice warm soapy enema." John said quietly as he lowered his hand back down and rested it on Karen's white bottom. He ran it softly over both of her cheeks and down the back of her legs.
"Has anyone ever given you an enema before?" he asked finally, desperately hoping for some sign of acceptance.
"No, never, but I know what they are...are you going to give me one?"
Karen finally answered just as quietly as John had asked the question. She had been reading some family "medical" book when she was a teenager and had come across a chapter on digestive disorders, it had contained a passage on how to give an enema. She had read it, then re-read it many times, trying to imagine how it would feel to have a tube inserted in her rectum and be held down as warm water was forced into her backside. The thought of being completely naked, laying over a doctor's lap as he gave her an enema became her fantasy. She had spent many quiet nights laying face down on her bed, a rectal thermometer deeply inserted in her rectum, pinching and pulling at her hard nipples, climaxing quietly as she lay atop a pile of pillows.
John sighed deeply, and reached into the paper bag at his feet and pulled out the small pack of rubber gloves. He snapped them into place and dipped his index finger into the Vaseline. He spread Karens cool, white buttocks apart with his left index finger and thumb, before gently placing his right index finger up against her small crinkled anus. He began to circle his finger around her rosebud, lubricating it with the Vaseline. He was pleased to feel Karen push back against his finger as he slowly pushed it into her. He slipped it all the way in and held it still, waiting and watching for her reaction.
"Unnhhh..." Karen answered as John entered her rectum. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth as she felt his finger drive deeper. Her buttocks clamped tightly together and her toes curled up, she began to breath heavily as he finally came to a stop. She slowly began to relax and enjoy his examination. Her buttocks loosened and became soft and pliable again as John began massaging the inside of her rectum, spreading the Vaseline in all directions.
John finally pulled his finger from Karen's bottom only after making sure it was coated completely. He had had to re-apply Vaseline to his finger and drive it back into her willing bottom several times before he was sure it would be able to take the enema nozzle. He stripped off the rubber glove and tossed it onto the coffee table before gripping her around her waist and pulling her up to face him. Her face was red, and flushed, he couldn't tell if it was from his rectal probing or "the bug", he hoped it was the former.
Karen stood silently as John pulled her panties all the way down and off before dropping them on the floor. She allowed herself to be walked into her bedroom and placed face down upon the bed . She closed her eyes and hugged one of her pillows as she felt John pull her right leg up and bend it so that her bottom cheeks spread apart. "Lay still, Karen" he instructed as he went into the bathroom, the brown grocery bag in one hand. He turned on the faucet to let the water warm up. He extracted the douche kit he had bought at the drug store, it was one of those common ones with two nozzles, one a small, thin pipe that he tossed immediately into the garbage, the other one which was longer with a flanged tip was the one he attached to the end of the hose. He filled the bag and loosened the clamp to let the air out. He carried it back into the bedroom and hung it on a hook that was poking out of the wall overlooking her bed.
Karen lay still on the bed waiting for John's return. With her right leg bent at the knee and pulled up towards her head, her bottom cheeks were spread apart, her anus and vagina lips open to the cool air. She looked through half closed eyes as John returned with the enema bag. She felt him sit down on the edge of the bed and place his hand on her hip. "I'm going to slide the nozzle into you in a minute, it won't hurt but you're going to have to lay still..ok?".
Karen nodded her agreement and obediently lay still as John placed his hand on her right cheek and felt her cheeks being spread even farther apart. She gasped as the plastic nozzle first poked at her anus then slid in. John held the nozzle firmly in place and reached up to unclamp the hose. "Hold still now Karen", he spoke as the enema hose stiffened and Karen began to stir as the first warm flow of water entered her.
"Oh...oh...unnhh", Karen moaned as she felt the warm water begin to enter her rectum and fill her lower bowels. She clasped her hands into fists and began to shudder as her first orgasm began. John clamped the hose shut tightly and pulled Karen's leg out so that she was laying flat on her belly. His dick strained against his pants as he looked down at Karen laying seductively on the bed, naked from the waist down, the white, flimsy enema hose snaking it's way from the bag down to her buttocks. "Relax, Karen", he said gently as he reached one of his hands under her t-shirt and began to massage her breasts.
"Oh..I really need to go to the bathroom John, please let me up"
She spoke with some urgency as the water gurgled within her. Her ass cheeks clenched together tightly, but her nipples stood out hard and firm as John's warm hand began to run over them.
"Not yet Karen, you need to take the entire enema for it to do any good", he whispered and reached up and unclamped the hose again.
"Ahh....Please John.." Karen cried out as she felt the water begin to flow into her once again.
"Lay still Karen", John ordered sharply, his voice now as firm as his cock.
"It'll be finished soon", he stated as he glanced up at the bag, now nearly flat. When it was, he clamped the hose again and looked down on Karen . "Lay still for a few minutes".
"Oh...John....please..." Karen cried as she lay naked under his watchful eyes and climaxed once again. Her anus gripped the enema nozzle tightly as she held the warm water in. It seemed a long time before John helped her up from the bed and walked her into the bathroom. She almost staggered as John helped her to the bathroom.
"Bend over a little", he commanded as she leaned against him. John flipped up the toilet seat and positioned Karen carefully before pulling the enema nozzle from her bottom. He stood by her side as she plopped down and began to release the water. She looked up at him several times, blushing as the water escaped from her backside making loud farting noises.
"Just let it all out Karen" he said softly as he began filling the enema bag again....
Karen and John's friendship grew deeper over the next few months. They found they had many things in common besides their mutual love of enemas. Karen, behind closed doors, could be described as "submissive", while John loved to take control. Several times in the midst of some minor argument with her he had ended what could have become a bad situation by simply putting her across his lap and paddling her bottom until she cried "UNCLE!!". She had taken that first spanking good naturedly and had apologized later for being such a brat.
He felt a little guilty as he had accepted her apology, he knew he was as much to blame for the spat as she was. Sometimes he could be a bit arrogant and he was glad he hadn't followed his first instinct, which was to simply get up and leave. He wondered how many friends he had lost along the way by his simple act of walking out the door instead of facing the situation and talking it out. He was soon able to recognize when Karen was just being temperamental and take matters into his own hand.
Karen couldn't remember when she actually fell in love with John, it seemed to have happened over a long period of time, but she knew she loved him after he had spanked her for real the first time. They had been arguing about something, she couldn't even recall what it had been about, but just as the tension became so thick it could be cut with a knife, John had grabbed her wrist and forced her over his knee and had begun spanking her. She could still remember the feel of his large hand smacking down upon her thin sweatpants and the throbbing it caused. She had struggled to break free from his grasp but John had held onto her tightly and it was only in frustration that she had finally yelled "UNCLE!!" and John had paused in midswing. He had let her up and they both had laughed. "A lesser man would have walked out the door", she had thought, remembering a man she once had known but parted company with. She had told John she was sorry for acting up, she could be such a brat sometimes, it was part of her nature, but she never stayed angry long and hoped he could put up with her moods.
"Have you ever had anal sex Karen?", he had finally asked her, as she stood in front of him trying to rub the sting out of her bottom from yet another paddling.
"No...have you?", she answered, looking at him as she rubbed.
"No.....I'd really like to try it though", he said looking back at her. "Okay", she had replied simply
That night he had tried to enter her bottom with his large, hard penis, but she had cried out in pain and pulled away from him. They had sex in the usual way and enjoyed it, but both felt a certain disappointment.
"I'm sorry John, but it really did hurt", Karen whispered as they lay in each other's arms later.
"Oh, that's okay Honey", John whispered back, then fell asleep.
Several weeks later John handed the package to Karen and told her to open it.
She did and stared down at the contents. It contained seven penis shaped dildos, all of different sizes. Each one was flat on the "external" end with three small holes, also inside was a leather belt and three small little straps . She looked up at John.
"Your anus is too tight, I need to loosen it up so you'll be able to take my penis", he said simply.
That night John held her over his lap and gave her a large enema. When she had finished releasing it he had wrapped the belt around her waist and buckled it into place. When she was once again laying across his lap he had lubricated her rectum with Vaseline before picking up the smallest dildo and gently pushing into her anus. He quickly attached one of the little straps so that it connected from the back of the belt to one hole of the flat end of the dildo. He stood her up and attached the other two little straps, one stretched from the belt on her left side to the dildo, the other on the right. The small dildo was now firmly and securely seated in her rectum.
"Let me know when you need to go to the bathroom and I'll take it out, but otherwise I want you to wear it at all times. I'll insert the next largest one in a week". He swatted her bottom for emphasis.
Karen stood alone in the bathroom. She reached behind her and grasped the end of the dildo. It wasn't so large to feel uncomfortable but it was large enough for her to feel.
"A whole week?" she pondered. The belt was buckled in the front, and she could have removed it easily if she had wanted. Instead she put on her sleeping t-shirt and climbed into bed. John pulled her close to him and they fell asleep.
John was quietly shaving when Karen dashed into the bathroom the next morning and plopped down onto the toilet. She sighed as her bladder emptied into the bowl. It was only as she bore down to empty her rectum that she realized that the small dildo was still implanted securely in her bottom. John grinned as he saw the surprised look on her face. He bent her over and released the little straps and pulled the dildo from her backside. He placed it in the sink and ran some hot water over it. He began to clean it.
Karen finished and wiped her bottom then flushed the toilet. She was almost out the bathroom door before John wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her back in.
"I have to put this back in", he said as he bent her down over the bathroom counter and spread her legs apart. Karen looked into the mirror and watched as John carefully lubricated the now clean dildo then bent down behind her to re-insert it into her rectum.
"Unnnnh....", she moaned loudly as John pushed it back into place and attached the three little straps. He finally released her only after holding her "sleep-t-shirt" up and giving her bottom a good spank.
This ritual was repeated every morning and every evening for six weeks until John finally brought forth the largest dildo. It's length and diameter matched almost exactly his own penis when in it's aroused state.
Karen was relaxing in a tub full of bubbles when John entered the bathroom brandishing it and began to slather Vaseline over it's round tip while she watched with wide eyes. He set it down on the bathroom counter then reached for the towel and held it out as Karen stood up. He began to gently dry her off. He finally wrapped the towel around her and began to prepare the enema he was going to give her before inserting the final dildo. When it was ready he hung it on the shower rod and looked at Karen.
"Ready?", he asked.
"I...I guess so." she stammered, her eyes glued to the dildo standing on the bathroom counter. She let John pull the towel from her still moist body and arrange her over his lap. She spread her legs apart and quietly sighed as he inserted the enema nozzle into her.
John reached up and unleashed the clamp on the hose. He was using the new enema bag and hose he had purchased recently. Both were made of clear material so he could watch as the water flowed. His penis never failed to harden as he watched the water travel down the hose then disappear between Karen's cheeks, then grow larger still as Karen groaned and began to squirm on his lap as she began to fill up. Tonight was no different. When the bag was empty and she was full, John held her down for a few moments and watched as her buttocks twitched, holding the enema in.
Karen finished releasing her enema and wiped her bottom with some tissue before flushing the toilet. She stepped back and stood nervously as John flipped the toilet seat back down then sat upon it. He looked at her with a twinkle in his eye as he patted his knee. Karen took one long, last look at the large dildo on the counter then lay down across his lap. She soon felt her legs being spread wide. She shut her eyes and gritted her teeth and waited for John to insert the dildo. Several minutes later she stood next to the bathtub, dildo seated up her rectum, held firmly in place by the three small straps and leather belt. She was surprised at how easily it had entered her. She reached back and touched the external end to be sure it was actually there.
John had almost climaxed as he had spread Karen's buttocks apart and saw how wide open her anus was. He had to restrain himself from actually bending her over the rim of the bathtub and spearing her with his penis. Instead he picked up the large dildo from the counter and worked it gently into her rectum. He was pleased when it finally slid all the way home and Karen did not cry out in protest. He repeated this procedure every night for the next week.
Seven days later Karen lay atop their bed,a large pile of pillows under her pelvis, naked except for the leather belt and dildo. He stood behind her, naked also. His penis stood out from his body as he looked down upon her.
Karen felt no pain as John unbuckled the leather belt for the last time and pulled the last dildo from her rectum. She soon felt his lubricated penis enter her and take it's place. She gasped for air as John let his full weight lay down upon her back as he thrust deeply into her bottom. He gripped her wrists in each of his hands and pulled them out, his feet groped, then found her ankles, he spread them wide apart until Karen lay almost spread-eagled over the pillows beneath him, he began to slowly pump her ass with his dick.
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