Carol's Rectal Therapy

By Anonymous

Carol and Dee are teenage sisters who live in a quiet suburban neighborhood on a small, tree-lined street near me.

Carol is eighteen years old, Dee is fifteen. Carol, even though only eighteen, knows much about life, and has never been uncomfortable with her puberty. Carol is 5’2”, 110 pounds, slender-framed with shoulder-length brown hair. She has smallish but pert breasts, but medium to large size nipples, while her waist and hips are petite.

Marty is Carol and Dee’s father, who has long established who is in control of their household. Carol is accustomed to total submission to her father, with approval from her mother. This is what happened recently between Carol and her father.

Next door to Carol lived a fourth-year medical student named Butch. Butch moved in about a month ago, and works very hard at his studies and at his clinical training at the local hospital.

Marty and Butch had met in the back yard and had gotten to know each other in their conversations on typical male topics such as sports, guns and women. Marty was impressed with Butch’s medical knowledge. Marty told him of his bad experiences with doctors in the past, and Butch agreed to look after their family, unofficially of course, as he had yet to take his exams. Marty thought this wonderful-both in having a medical expert next door and in having one who didn’t charge.

Marty went to Butch’s house one evening to discuss Carol’s rectal problems. It seems that both Carol and her mother suffer from gastrointestinal problems. Marty and Butch agreed to have Carol examined later that evening. Marty told Butch that Carol was very submissive by nature and lacked the modesty that most young teen girls have. Carol’s sister, Dee, was totally different, being very modest and conservative for her years.

Carol was called by her father and ordered to come over to Butch’s house. Carol had seen Butch before, and had always wanted to know who that tall, handsome man was. When Carol arrived, her father told her that Butch was “almost a doctor” and would find out what was wrong with her. Carol balked at this idea. Marty told Carol with a stern voice that he had just given Butch total control over her for the near future. She was expected to obey Butch just as she would her father. Carol was told that Butch examined many girls regularly as part of his training. Carol was also told that any failures to carry out Butch’s orders would result in severe spankings, with either Marty or Butch playing the whipmaster. Carol felt very afraid for the first time that evening.

Butch told Marty that he had only some of his working instruments at home that night, but that he would still give Carol a superficial exam. Carol agreed with some hesitation. Butch told Marty to leave and that he would call him when he had completed the examination. Carol was dressed in a blue tee shirt, tight white Levi’s and sandals. Carol never wore a bra, as her father refused permission, saying that she was still only a young girl. People stared when she walked in public. Even though she had smallish breasts, they were firm and swayed slightly when she walked. In a tee shirt, you could sometimes see her nipples if you looked hard enough.

Butch asked Carol to sit down in the chair and explain what was hurting her. Carol pointed to her lower left abdomen. She complained of cramps and gas pains. Even though she knew Butch was a doctor she was embarrassed. She didn’t know what lay before her…….

Carol was told to stand and walk over to him, take his hand and put it on the sore part of her belly. She complied, and rubbed his hand gently from her belly down to below her belt line on the left side. Butch told her that in order for him to properly diagnose and help her, he needed to perform a full physical examination on her. Carol shook her head. In the back of her mind she was afraid Butch would discover the truth, that she sometimes had sore breasts and recently had a rectal inflammation. Carol was also afraid that he would see the marks from the last whipping her father had given her a few days before.

Butch told her that sometimes testing hurt a little and that her modesty had to disappear and be disregarded for the exam. Carol, deep down inside, wanted Butch to hurt and ravage her body with his hands and instruments. She longed for a handsome stranger to rule her body some day.

Butch had a hidden interest in rectal exams and spanking, and attempted these things with women in the past without much success. Things were about to change. Butch had Carol follow him to the basement where he had an examination table and his instruments. Carol reluctantly followed him down the stairs.

In the basement was what appeared to Carol a fully-equipped medical office, which surprised her. She thought he did his training at the clinic and not in his basement. Before the exam started, Butch reminded her of her father’s orders and the threat of spankings, and she was told that each time she said ‘no’ or pulled away from him, she would receive two ‘demerits.’ Carol was also told that Butch’s demerit system would be explained later in detail.

Carol was told to stand in front of him so he could visually inspect her. Butch’s eyes went up and down the young girl’s body with a gleam in his eyes. Butch was getting excited about the idea of examining a beautiful girl like Carol. Carol was told that all exams started with a check of vitals like blood pressure, pulse respiration and temperature.

Carol sat in a chair while her pulse and blood pressure were taken. Butch told Carol that all teenagers need to have rectal temperatures taken, due to the fact that many of them breathed through their mouths and that false readings would result. Carols was taken aback by this, stood up and stamped her foot, “No!” Butch was laid back about the outburst and merely said, “Two demerits.” Carol looked Butch in the eyes and, in a small voice, asked Butch what he wanted her to do next. Carol was ordered to pull down her jeans and lean on and over the side of the examination table. With a quick motion, Carol did as she was told. Butch readied his instruments and placed his left hand on the small of her back and began to slowly lower her sheer, almost transparent panties with the fingers of his right hand. He took her panties down very slowly, and with purpose. Slowly, the lovely buttocks came into view. Butch inspected Carol’s ass with his eyes. He had always thought the butt of a girl was his most favorite part of her anatomy. Carol had a beautiful, healthy looking body. Even though Carol was only seventeen, she had the body of a woman-she was no longer a little girl. Carol was told to lean all the way over and spread her legs-spread them far apart. She complied and was told to reach back and spread her cheeks so her doctor could examine her anal area more closely.

Carol was slow to respond to this order and Butch muttered, “Two more demerits.” Carol reached back and spread her cheeks wide and moved her legs far apart. The sight of the virgin anus and pussy were almost too much to bear. She had an almost hairless anus which just begged to be inspected. Butch told her he was going to put K-Y jelly lubricant on her anus to make the examination easier. Butch also told her that he had to manually inspect her with his fingers first to make sure that nothing would block the thermometer. He dabbed some lubricant on her hole and on his right index finger. Carol had never felt anything like this before. It was total domination of her body. She could not hide anything from her doctor. Butch slid his finger in past her anal sphincter, then farther in until it was in all the way. Carol raised up on her tiptoes and shuddered. He had found the rectal problems which bothered her when she went to the bathroom. He slowly withdrew his finger, and with her cheeks still spread, smoothly inserted the clear glass Pym rectal thermometer, then let he cheeks close around it. He held his right palm over her small buttocks so it would not slip out. Butch asked her why she had flinched when his finger was inserted. She confessed to her problem rectum. Butch told her that this was a very important detail, and that he would investigate this problem in more depth later in the examination.

After five minutes the glass tube was removed. Butch looked at it and notice that it showed a slight elevation in temperature. Butch told her the truth and asked her to please remind him to re-take her temperature halfway through the exam to make sure. Butch took a washcloth and cleaned her anus of the K-Y. He rubbed slowly, giving himself a chance to study her pussy. He slowly raised her panties. He told her to jump up onto the examination table and sit so he could begin the second part of the exam. He examined her head, eyes, mouth and neck. He felt her breasts through the tee shirt. Carol thought this strange and asked him if he wanted her to remove the shirt. She was learning fast. With a positive response from Butch, she slowly pulled up the shirt, exposing her rounded buds. She tossed the shirt onto the floor next to the table. He started to squeeze her tits. Carol jumped when he squeezed her left one. He wanted to know why. She told him the truth about her sore tits. He pressed harder and told her that ten demerits would be given in the future for holding back any information from him–he was to know all. Carol quietly explained to the doctor her rectal pain and of her fathers use of varied punishments. Carol told him she had a hard time going to the bathroom. She strained and strained. The doctor explained that this was a muscle spasm in her rectum and of her need for muscle expansion in that area. Butch told her this would hurt her very much, but it needed to be done. Carol agreed.

Carol was ordered to stand on the exam table facing him. Butch hooked his fingers inside the elastic waistband of her panties and pulled them all the way down. She was completely naked. Butch told her that in order for him to properly examine her anal and rectal muscles, he would have to insert his fingers without any lubricant to test the muscle strength. Carol made a horrified face. Butch ordered her to squat down on the table. Butch put his dry hand on her butt and spread the cheeks. He placed his middle finger on her small, dry opening. Butch told her she would inflict her own pain and punishment by pressing down on his fingers and continuing to bear down. Bear down and push, as if she was going to the bathroom. Carol was inducing her own agony for the first time, and she loved it!

She slowly pushed her little butt down and little by little, the doctor’s finger was inserted. He felt and felt-he just couldn’t tell. He told her to raise up a bit and pulled his finger out. He then stretched out both his index and middle fingers and put them to her asshole. He ordered her to bear down on them, just like before. It was almost too much to bear, two large male fingers invading her most prized hidden treasures. Carol winced and pushed, and pushed harder and started to lean over. Butch was just beginning to feel something in the rectum, but he didn’t know what. He began to spread his fingers to dilate her anus so he could feel better, meanwhile watching her facial reactions closely all the time. She began to whimper, so he had her lift up again and he withdrew his fingers. He allowed her to rise and told her to lay back down on the table. One day soon she would beg him insert three or four dry fingers into her hole.

He told her he could “cure her problem” if she would consent to analoscopy, which means a long tube with a light on the end inserted into her rectum. She agreed and he told her that his roommate was a rectal specialist–as Butch wanted to be. They both would do it another day. Carol was aghast! She had met Tom before, and he was a real hunk. Now, two men would examine her and dilate her anus and insert various instruments into her rectum. Her dreams were coming true.

Butch continued the exam by pressing on her lower abdomen. When he pressed hard, gas was released. Carol looked embarrassed, but Butch did not seem to mind. He told her he had a certain cure for her gas problems. But that meant she would have to become his long-term patient. It meant rectal tubes of large caliber and enemas, many kinds of enemas. Carol had never thought of any of this.

He was now looking at her almost hairless pussy. Carol was light-haired, and the small pubic hairs were hard to see. He told her to lift her knees into the stirrups. He walked around to the front of the table and turned on a high intensity light which flooded her thighs with hot white light. He sat down on a small stool and stared at the beautiful sight. He spread her labia and could feel her hymen. It was there–she was a real virgin. He told her that in the future he could tell if she was being a good girl or not. She had to remain a virgin for him or he would tell her father. Anything was better than telling her father.

Butch got a paper cup and told Carol to squat on the table as he needed specimens to examine. She knelt and was told to pee into the cup, as Butch held the cup up to her pee-hole. She was embarrassed, and wanted to pee in private. “Four more demerits,” he said. “Also, for as long as you are with me, you will tell me every time you have to pee and either Tom or I will escort you to the bathroom.”

Soon after Butch began tapping lightly with his index finger on her exposed peehole, a small stream of urine came down and hit the cup. Butch got a Kleenex and started to wipe her off–a man had never wiped her hole before. He got another cup and told her he need a stool sample from her now. She said that she couldn’t give one. He warned her it was part of the exam and she had to do it. He warned her that she would stay there until she shit in the cup in front of him, after which he would wipe her off. Carol was getting tired, as it was nearly 9:00 p.m.

Butch finally told her to get dressed and sit back on the table. He went to the back of the room to telephone Marty. He told Marty that she would need help fast. With Marty’s wife out of town, and him having to take care of Dee, he did not know what to do. Butch explained about the elevated temperature and the need for cold baths and continued exams. He offered his services. He was off from the clinic the next day, and so was Tom. He told Marty of Carol’s need to have Tom examine her private parts and her willingness to let him do it. Marty was overtaken with joy. He told Butch that he would consider letting Carol stay at Butch’s house to be “admitted to Butch and Tom’s clinic.” Butch never got hard so fast.

Butch went back to Carol and told her the good news. Carol was really getting scared now. He also told her that she did not remind him to re-take her temperature, for which he now assessed her four more demerits bringing the total to sixteen. He walked her over to the stairs and over to Tom’s room.

Tom was a much larger man than Butch, with large features and large, long fingers. Tom saw Butch and Carol and stopped in his tracks. After introductions, Tom was told of Butch’s exam findings. Butch smiled, turned to Carol and told her to drop her Levi’s and bend over Tom’s lap. She just stood there. “Four more demerits.” Tom undid her belt and unzipped her pants, pulling them down to her ankles. She was crying now as he slowly pushed her over his lap and started to gently lower her sheer panties for the third time that night. Butch walked over and spread her cheeks while Tom placed his large right index finger on her tiny anus.

He started to insert it dry. Carol began to cry and beg, but the finger eventually went in to the hilt. He ordered Carol to try to push it out, then after several tries, to try to pull it back in. This was going to build her rectal and sphincter muscles, he told her. After a long, protracted time, Tom drew his finger out, wiggling it back and forth as he did so. His finger was quickly replaced with a larger size rectal thermometer with a much larger pear-shaped tip. Tom held her on his lap, as his right hand went across her ass cheeks, holding the thermometer in place between his index and middle fingers. Every once in awhile he would twist it around to see if he could see if there was any change in her temperature. A few minutes later, he pulled it out, and saw that it still showed a slight fever. She would be needing the cooling treatments.

Carol got up and was ready to pull up her panties. She stood there between Tom’s legs in her tee shirt with her Levi’s down around her ankles and her panties just above her knees. Butch told Tom of his medical findings and also of the twenty demerits earned. Tom told her that all demerits had to be paid off the day they were given or extras would be given over the next two days. Tom looked at Butch and Butch just shook his head.

Carol was allowed to pull up her panties and jeans, then led over to the spare bedroom. When they got to the room, she was ordered once again to strip off her clothes. Butch closely supervised her disrobing, while Tom went to prepare the implements of her punishment. Butch made her stand before him while he roughly yanked her translucent panties down to her ankles and made her lie on her back on the bed. He raised her knees and legs over her chest and fastened them to stirrups hanging from the ceiling. Her arms were tied spread eagle. Her legs were spread wide, allowing free access to her pussy and asshole, which, along with her little tits, were to be the focus of her punishment.

She shuddered to think that this was just the beginning………….

Tom soon returned with an armful of implements Carol recognized as spanking items. Tom carefully laid them out on the dresser to Carol’s right: a varnished wooden paddle, a wide, black, oiled razor strop, a Ping-Pong paddle, a hairbrush and a black sports-type glove.

“Now, Carol, you have a total of twenty demerits, isn’t that right?” Butch asked as Tom looked on from the side, his arms crossed over his chest.

“Yes, Sir,” Carol replied in her small voice. She knew what was coming, as she had been submitting to her father’s spankings for years. But she knew these spankings would be MUCH different.

“Then you will receive two spanks per demerit. This is a rather lenient punishment, but only because it’s your first time. In the future, you can expect up to five spanks per demerit, since you’ll be expected to know better. Do you understand?” Butch inquired.

Carol closed her eyes and inhaled deeply before letting out a “Yes, Sir,” with an outrush of breath.

While this interrogation went on, Top moved to Carol’s breasts with two shiny metal nipple clamps with black hard rubber tips on the alligator jaws. Carol noticed that there was a short, thin chain attaching the clips together. He reached forward and grabbed her right nipple between his thumb and forefinger and twirled it obscenely until it hardened nicely….then applied the clamp to the area just below the nipple proper, where it met the areola. Carol let out a little squeal and flinched, but Tom held her down at mid-chest. When she stopped squirming, he applied the other clamp to her left nipple in the same fashion. He loved seeing her nipples rise to his touch, and enjoyed seeing the grimace of pain as he applied the clamps.

“Open your mouth, Carol,” Tom ordered. When she did, he inserted the loop of the chain and made her bite down on it. “I want you to keep this chain in your mouth at all times during your punishment. If you let it go, you will be punished even more severely.” Carol noticed that the chair was just the right length so that if she moved her head in any direction even slightly that it would cause the clamps to pull on her nipples, inflicting her own special form of pain.

After checking the chain and satisfied it was tight enough, Butch nodded to Tom, who picked up the hairbrush. Carol’s eyes followed his every move as he went to the end of the bed where her legs were spread high and wide in a V, which had the added effect of separating her pert little buttocks.

“I will administer the first ten spanks with this hairbrush on your bare bottom. I expect you to hold still and take them like a big girl,” Tom stated flatly.

SMAAACKKKK!! The hairbrush landed on her left cheek with a sharp crack, causing her to jump and strain against her bonds.

SMAAACKKKK!! The second brought an anguished “OOOOOHHHH!!!” from the hapless girl, and she wiggled and squirmed some more. She really noticed that each time she flinched the nipple clamps were duplicating the punishment she received on her bottom.

“I told you I wanted you perfectly still for your spanking, Miss. Do you want to earn extra spanks?” Tom inquired.

“I…I’m trying…really! It…it just hurts so much…” she stammered out through clenched teeth.

The remaining eight strokes were given on alternating cheeks and Carol held as still as she could despite the stinging sensation of her posterior.

As Tom finished his ten, Butch retrieved the wooden paddle, which Carol now noticed had a line of 1/4” holes down the center. He approached the same position as Tom had just held, extended his arm and measured his swing, holding the paddle against her pink buns. Without saying a word, he swung back and brought the wood to meet her flesh with a loud SPLAT!

“OWWWW!!!” She really struggled on that one!

“Tom, I think you’re going to have to hold her still for me. Otherwise, we’ll be here all night,” Butch said. Tom eagerly moved to Carol’s left side and sat down on the bed beside her. He placed his hands on either side of her pelvis and pushed down, holding her down on the bed. He nodded to Butch to continue.


The paddle landed ten times, with Carol crying now, but remaining still, helped by Tom’s big hands. At this midway point, both Butch and Tom decided to inspect her cheeks to assess the effects of her punishment. Tom knelt between her legs and spread her buttocks, exposing her little pink hole. Her cheeks were rosy red by now, but the cleft between her globes was still white….the only place her spankings didn’t reach. Butch reached over and ran his fingers up and down her smooth pussy lips, noticing that they were slightly flushed and puffy…a sure sign of arousal. He slowly parted her lips, and immediately he saw her insides were pink and quite wet. His fingers slipped in ever so slightly, just enough to wet the tips. Then he ran those slick fingers over her swollen little bud, making her raise her hips to meet his fingers.

“Have you every had an orgasm, Carol?” Butch asked, studying her face closely. Her humiliation was readily apparent, and she blushed deeply.

“No…never. I’ve only read about that, and heard what other girls have told me,” she replied, careful not to let the nipple clamp chain fall from her teeth.

“As your doctor, I’m going to have to test your responses to make sure your body is functioning normally,” Butch told her. “But that’s for later. We have to give you the rest of your punishment right now.” He let his fingers leave her sex, which caused a moan from the young girl.

He told Tom to unstrap her from the bed and turn her over. Tom quickly undid the restraints, turning the bare girl face-down. He grabbed the two pillows from the head of the bed and told her to raise her hips. When she did, he slipped the pillows under her pubic area, adjusting them so her spanking target was raised high in the air. Without further instruction from Butch, he spread her legs wide, exposing her thighs, anus and pussy. He told her to grab the head of the bed and hold on tight. He took a position at her feet and grabbed her ankles in order to keep her from closing her legs. God, what a view of a teenage girl! Spread open, vulnerable…a sight he often imagined, but never thought he would ever see for real.

Butch now had the black strap in his hands, folded in half. He took a position to Carol’s left and let the folded strap end lightly tickle her thighs.

THWWAAACCKK!!! Carol jumped as the strap landed squarely across both exposed cheeks.

THWWAAACCKK!!! Again the strap landed, causing her to exhale sharply at the sting. Tom had to use considerable strength to keep her legs apart and flat on the bed. She kept grabbing the headboard, though, more to absorb the pain of the strap than because she feared more spanking.

Finally the last of the series of ten lashes ended, with her moaning and breathing hard, glad this was nearing the end. She knew that after this, nothing either of the doctors could do during any future examinations would be as bad as this. She vowed right then never to hesitate or disobey their instructions again.

Butch put down the strap and nodded to Tom, who released Carol’s ankles.

“Go ahead and rub your bottom if you want. Only one last series to go,” Tom told her. Carol reached back and rubbed her smarting bottom furiously as she rolled on the bed, still face down.

Tom had pulled a straight back chair into the middle of the room and sat down. Butch took the girl by the wrist and helped her off the bed, leading her over to Tom.

“Your last ten spanks will be given over Doctor Tom’s lap. He will wear this leather glove to spank you with. You’ve done remarkably well so far. I expect you to take these last spanks like a big, brave girl, OK?” Butch lectured. Carol just nodded slightly in order not to pull on the chain too much, and lowered her head in shame as she allowed herself to be positioned over Tom’s lap. Tom adjusted her bottom so it was directly below his chin, then hooked his right leg over both of hers to prevent her from kicking and thrashing about. Butch went to her head and took both of her wrists in his hands and extended them straight out toward him as he knelt in front of her. This would prevent her from reaching back to block the spanks as well as afford him a clear view of the expressions on her face.

Carol could hear the little noises of Tom pulling on the glove and the Velcro strap being tightened around his wrist. His hand lay across the crack of her ass for a second before it disappeared. Then…

SMAACKKK!! “That’s one,” intoned Tom.


SMAACKKK!! “Three,” Tom counted aloud.

And so it went. With every spank, Butch watched as Carol’s face scrunched up and she grunted, absorbing the force on her already sensitized cheeks. He held her hands firmly, not letting her pull away even a little bit.

Spank number ten finally delivered, Butch let go of her hands and helped her up and off Tom’s lap. He led her over to the bed and commanded her to get down in the knee-chest position and spread her knees. She looked at him with fear of another spanking in her eyes, but he told her the spankings were over, and they would now inspect the results. Carol obediently assumed the required position on the bed, as she felt both men’s hands roaming over her hot, hurt flesh. They rubbed, felt, probed and squeezed, all the while commenting on how red her bottom was in contrast to her light, wispy hair “down there.” She was mortified at being looked at this way by two strange men, but she remembered her father’s orders and the punishment she’d just received and held her tongue.

“Well, Carol, I’m happy to say there’s no real injury to your bottom. That wasn’t our intent. We just had to get your attention and let you know we’re very serious about your treatment, and we don’t expect any further resistance from you,” Butch explained. “Tom’s going to apply some Aloe lotion with Vitamin E now, which will make you feel better soon. You’ll be a little sore for awhile, but that will go away.”

Tom slowly began spreading the cool lotion over Carol’s taut globes as she moaned with relief. The coolness took away most of the sting, and the sensation of Tom’s hand moving her flesh in little circles made her relax. In fact, she realized with a little trepidation, she was actually liking this treatment. Her head buried in her arms, she began thinking about how many girls would envy her being naked with two handsome young men.

“How does that feel now, Carol?” Tom asked.

“Better, Sir,” she sighed. But she didn’t know what was yet to come, and that made her nervous.

Butch undid the nipple clamps, which caused Carol to sag with relief as the release of pressure allowed circulation to resume in her little nipples.

“Now, are you going to be a good girl for us and let us complete your examination?” This time it was Butch speaking. As Tom helped her up off the bed, her rosy red cheeks clearly visible, she nodded her head ‘yes’ and hung her head, embarrassed at her predicament.

“Good. Then let’s get you back to the examination room for your enema,” Butch said with a smile.

‘An ENEMA?’ she thought. She immediately tensed, then remembered her bowel problem. Maybe this is what I really need, she thought, knowing she had denied her problem all this time.

The three of them walked the short length of the hallway to the treatment room, Butch in the lead and Tom bringing up the rear. Tom maneuvered himself into taking up the rear, where he could hang back and watch Carol’s young nether cheeks shift back and forth as she walked. What a fine sight to behold!

Upon their entry into the exam room, Carol was instructed to lie face-down on the exam table. Butch placed his hands between her thighs and spread her legs apart, opening her to his intended treatment. Carol could hear water running in the adjacent bathroom and could detect a faint smell of soap or detergent. She knew what was coming and couldn’t help but clench her anus in a figurative attempt to protect herself from this newest violation of her most private parts.

As Tom came back into the room, she turned and saw nothing else in the room but the big red bulging bag with the pink hose and large black nozzle he was carrying. Her eyes followed his every move as he hung the bag on the IV stand next to her. She felt something going on at her ankles and realized that Butch was strapping ankle cuffs on her, and was securing them to the table somehow. Her wrists were next, and before she knew it, her arms were extended out in front of her and splayed, fastened to either side of the head of the table in front of her.

“Please…Doctor…do you have to tie me down for this?” she pleaded.

“Yes, Carol, we do. You’re going to have a large cleansing enema before we can perform a more detailed rectal examination, and we can’t have you squirming or resisting in any way,” said Tom.

Butch was spreading her buttocks apart with his fingers now, inspecting her little brown target to be sure it was clear to receive the nozzle. Placing a dab of KY on his index finger, he touched its coolness to the center of her hole and waited for her first clenching reflex to subside before he pushed the tip of his finger past her first, then second anal sphincters. As she relaxed, he slid his finger all the way up…deep inside her rectum, and proceeded to lubricate her lower canal thoroughly. Carol had her head buried on the table the best she could, trying to escape this continuing humiliation. Her little breasts were flattened against the crinkly white paper covering the leather cushion of the table, and her nipples were hardening from the added sensation of a cute man’s finger in her bare bottom.

After what seemed like an hour, Butch’s finger was withdrawn. She felt his hands spread her buttocks wide as Tom finished greasing up the black mushroom-tipped nozzle and inserted it into her backside. In, in, in the nozzle went until it was buried to its five-inch hilt.

“I’m going to begin the flow now, Carol. Just hold still and tell me if you feel any discomfort,” said Tom. She heard a click and began to feel warmth spreading through her lower bowels, then up a bit further. The pressure built slowly, and she thought this wasn’t as bad as she had anticipated. After a few minutes, though, her lower abdomen had become swollen and the cramps started.

“Please stop…it hurts,” she whimpered, rocking her hips from side to side.

Tom stopped the flow and Butch reached under her and massaged her tummy until she indicated the cramps had subsided.

“You’ve taken only a little over a quart, Carol,” Tom announced. “You have another quart to go. Now hold still and take it like a big girl.”

She heard the awful click again, and more pressure began. It built slowly until she was just about to cry out again. Then she heard the click again.

“There, that’s the whole bag. You did quite well for your first time, Carol,” Butch said to her. “We’re going to have you hold it for a few minutes to give it time to work inside you.”

She felt the nozzle being slipped out of her rectum, only to be quickly replaced by something soft and tapered, but larger around.

“I put a butt plug in your bottom to help you hold the enema. When we let you up to release, I’ll take it out for you over the toilet,” Butch explained.

Carol lay on the table in her enforced position and held her enema. It was quite a struggle for the small, young girl, but she did the best she could. She began moaning and trying to kick her feet against the table after about five minutes, whereupon Doctors Tom and Butch began unfastening her from the exam table.

“OK, off to the toilet with you,” Butch said as they hustled her on wobbly legs to the bathroom.

Butch had her squat over the toilet while he reached between her legs and worked the butt plug loose, then told her to sit on the toilet and expel. Immediately there was a rush of water, and an accompanying sigh of relief from Carol. Only after she began to feel better did she realize that she had never gone to the toilet in front of anyone else, much less a man, since she was a toddler. Even though Tom and Butch had left her alone to finish after her first forceful expulsion, she felt her face growing hot with the embarrassment of what they had seen her do.

After about fifteen minutes on the toilet, she got up and cleaned herself thoroughly with the washcloth provided for her. Satisfied that she was once again presentable, she slowly walked back into the exam room. She was actually getting used to being naked in front of the two fully-clothed young men.

“OK, young lady, hop up on the table. We have to do a quick gynecological examination before we do some more extensive rectal inspections,” Butch announced.

Carol, who had been standing there with one arm covering her little breasts and one trying to cover her young pussy, hesitantly plopped herself up on the cold exam table. She noticed that there was new, clean crinkly white paper beneath her.

Tom began adjusting some metal arms at the foot of the table that had shiny, smooth curved tops. As soon as they were fixed so they were vertically perpendicular to the table, Butch put his hand on Carol’s shoulder and told her to lie on her back. She obeyed, quickly stretching herself out full-length with her head on the little white cushion. Tom, who was standing at her feet, motioned her toward him, saying, “Slide your butt down toward me, Carol. That’s it, right to the end of the table. Now let’s get your legs up into these stirrups, OK?”

Carol did as she was told. She quickly realized that Tom was now strapping her legs into the stirrups so she couldn’t move them. Butch had taken her wrists, which still had the cuffs attached, and was tying each one to the corner of the exam table above her head. She found herself stretched out with her arms extended over her head and her bottom pushed out at the end of the table, legs splayed wide.

Both doctors now began to don the latex exam gloves. First pulling them on tight, they snapped them at the cuffs and the proceeded to flex their fingers to get the translucent coverings to fit tightly.

Butch sat on a stool right between her legs, which put his eyes on a level with her crotch. He slowly parted her pussy lips to get a good look at this eighteen-year-old’s genitals, and noticed that she was pretty moist. He smiled, wondering if he would ever bring her to the point where she would be begging him to do this to her. Tom, meanwhile, watched what Butch was doing, but glanced up occasionally to observe Carol’s hardening nipples.

When Butch was done with the external exam, he was ready to perform his manual examination of her pussy.

“I’m going to insert my fingers into your vagina now, Carol. It seems you’re wet enough so I won’t be needing any KY,” he smirked. “Have you gotten this wet with any boys yet?”

She was embarrassed by her wetness, and his questioning just added to it. She knew that to hesitate would bring more punishment, so she immediately replied, “Only once, Sir.” She turned her face to the side to escape their gaze.

Tom dutifully reached over and parted her lips as Butch inserted first one, then two of his fingers into her female opening. The light hairs guarding her privates did not present any obstacle to the insertion, and in one smooth motion Butch was inside all the way. She could feel him moving his fingers around, with his thumb brushing her clit. She began to feel some familiar sensations when he did that, and despite herself, tried to bring her hips up to meet his fingers. When he had withdrawn his fingers, she saw Tom hand him a shiny instrument that looked like pliers, only with long wide jaws at right angles.

“This is a speculum. It’s used to dilate you so I can see clearly up inside you,” Butch explained. “But it’s a small one, so I won’t open it very wide and destroy your hymen. After all, we want to make sure you still remain a virgin.” As he spoke, he opened and closed the petals of the speculum to illustrate.

Tom dutifully squirted a liberal glob of KY onto the speculum and spread it all over. Butch aimed the instrument dead center at her pussy opening while Tom once again spread her outer lips apart. The cold metal touching her inner lips made Carol flinch, but the instrument was inserted without a hitch and turned handle-down before being squeezed and locked open.

“Ooooh,” she breathed as the widening pressure increased. Carol felt SO exposed now, and it was made even worse that two young men were looking into her body…a place where no one had ever looked before.

As the speculum was being adjusted, Tom shook down a large rectal thermometer. He handed it to Butch, who deftly slipped it into Carols rectum without waiting for her anus to unclench. Carol wriggled on the table at the feel of the cold glass tube being inserted.

She felt their fingers prodding and probing, occasionally sliding over her clitoris, and one time sliding back the little hood of skin covering the little pink bud. She was experiencing feelings now that she had never experienced before. Kind of like butterflies in her tummy, but multiplied by a factor of 100!

After probing and stretching her for awhile, Tom and Butch discussed their findings.

“We don’t see any problem in front here, Carol. We didn’t think we would, but we had to be sure. We’re going to have to check your bottom now and zero in on your rectal problems,” Tom explained. First the thermometer was removed (with Tom reporting a finding of 99.6F, or normal), then the speculum slid out, letting her pussy lips plop back into their normal shape.

Tom had been lubricating his gloved middle finger, and had taken over Butch’s position between Carol’s legs.

“While I have you in this position, I’m going to perform a preliminary rectal exam. Then we’ll turn you over for a more complete examination,” said Tom in a low voice.

‘Oh, no!,’ thought Carol. ‘Not this! Anything but this!’ She was truly mortified!

Tom’s left hand spread her little cheeks apart, just below where the speculum had just been. The touch of the cold KY on her brown rosebud caused her to tense for a second, and as soon as she relaxed, Tom had the tip of his finger pushed into her. He let it remain there motionless for a few seconds to let her get used to it, then he gradually slid it all the way up until his knuckles pressed against the flesh of her bare bottom cheeks. He looked up at her face, and noticed that her eyes were closed, her head was back, and she was biting her lower lip. He could also see that she had her toes curled downward. He liked that reaction, and he spent a few minutes twisting his finger around, pulling it out and pushing it in, as he savored the tightness on his finger. Reluctantly, he withdrew his finger and peeled off his glove.

“I think I felt something inside there, young lady. We’re definitely going to have to take a closer look,” he told Carol. “Let’s get these straps off you and get you turned over.”

Carol didn’t know what to think now. She was already thoroughly humiliated, and knew worse was yet to come. But she wanted to avoid another punishment session at all costs.

Carol obediently turned over onto her tummy and waited for further instructions.

“Get up on your knees and put your head down on the table. You can rest your head on your arms if you’re more comfortable,” Tom said. “Come on back down towards the end of the table here…that’s it.”

Once she was in position, Tom helped her spread her knees apart, leaving her pussy pooched out toward him and her anus clearly visible between the two quivering cheeks. Butch placed a wide black leather strap over her arms and buckled her wrist cuffs to it. Another strap was placed over her lower legs, and another was attached to ankle cuffs to hold her feet in place at either side of the table. Butch went around checking each strap for tightness, made a few adjustments, then nodded to Tom that their patient was firmly secured.

“The straps will help hold you in place for me,” Tom explained. “But I need you to keep your butt high in the air, and hold still.”

Carol arched her back a little and pushed her buns out as far as she comfortably could while lowering her chest so her nipples were just barely touching the clean white paper below her.

Tom was obviously going to be in charge of her rectal exam, as a follow-up to the one Butch conducted when she first entered their “clinic.” He began smearing KY all over the index and middle fingers of his right hand, then put his left hand on her lower back.

“I’m going to insert my fingers into your bottom hole, Carol. I want you to remain still and tell me if anything hurts,” he instructed.

She felt the cold glob touch her brown puckered hole and reflexively clenched her sphincter shut. Once she relaxed, Tom inserted his middle finger slowly into her orifice, twisting it to and fro as he pushed it inside. After feeling around with no complaints from Carol, he withdrew his finger, then reinserted both his index and middle fingers. This brought a groan from Carol as her anus was being stretched wider than before.

“Any pain, Carol?” Tom inquired, as Butch held her buttocks apart.

“N…no, Sir. It just feels very full, that’s all,” she replied in a muffled voice, her face still buried self-consciously in her arms.

Tom felt around inside, flexing his fingers. His left hand had gone to her lower abdomen and slipped between her legs, and his fingers were now cradling her clit. He decided to test her reactions under these circumstances, so he rubbed her clit back and forth with his slippery fingers until she began wiggling her hips and pushing back against his fingers. He and Butch exchanged knowing glances; but her first real orgasm would have to wait until the end.

“I have to check your muscle tone, Carol. I want you to bear down on my fingers like you’re going to the bathroom, OK? Try to push my fingers out,” Tom told her.

As Butch watched, Carol clenched her anus around Tom’s fingers, trying to push them out. Tom made her repeat the exercise several times before he issued a new command.

“All right. Now I want you to try to suck my fingers inside you.”

This was a new feeling for Carol, and she clenched and tightened her anus until she got the feeling of trying to pull his fingers inside. After several attempts at this, she was told to relax, as Tom withdrew his fingers. They both could see her pussy was positively dripping now.

“Your muscle tone seems to be normal,” he said with a sigh as he wiped the KY from his fingers with an alcohol-soaked gauze dressing. “We’re just going to look up inside you to see if there’s anything visible that could be causing your problems.”

Butch handed Tom a pre-lubricated rectal speculum, which resembled a set of reverse pliers; in other words, they spread apart as you squeezed the handles. The jaws were the same shape as the vaginal speculum, only smaller.

Tom aimed for the center of her pink target and slowly pushed the speculum inside. When it was seated, he slowly squeezed the handles until her anus was wide open and adjusted the set-screw to hold her open. He aimed the beam of a small penlight into her rectum and looked around. To help him see the lower rectal walls better, he inserted a dental inspection mirror, which tickled Carol when it brushed the sides of her outer anal sphincter. Every time the mirror or its shiny metal handle touched her anal opening, she flinched and sighed. The mirror was soon replaced by a long-stem cotton swab, with which he poked and prodded her insides. As a parting experiment, he played the tip of the swab around her exposed anal opening. This brought a moan from Carol, apparently creating sensations she never knew existed before. Butch and Tom smiled. The swab was left inside as the speculum was withdrawn, leaving the little wooden stick poking out of her little hole. Tom knew she probably couldn’t feel the thin swab inside. Once she seemed to relax, Tom took the swab and twirled it with his fingers as he swiftly extracted it from her rectum. This brought an immediate twitch and a sigh from the captive teenager.

“There’s one more test we have to give you before we let you rest, Carol,” Butch said. “We know your treatment here in our little clinic has aroused you. You can’t hide it from your doctors. We feel it’s our duty to show a young, inexperienced girl like you what a real orgasm is like. It will not only teach you a few things, but may make your bowel problems less severe.”

Carol stiffened at the mention of the word “orgasm.” ‘Good girls don’t do this,’ she thought. ‘What if anyone found out? Could I get pregnant from this? How could I do this in front of men?’ A jumble of thought shot rapidly through her mind. Before she knew it, she felt hands on her lower groin area again.

“Since you seemed to like your examination so much, here’s what we’re going to do,” Butch began. “Tom is going to insert this 14-inch colon tube into your bottom. While he’s manipulating that, I’m going to take this dildo and insert it into your vagina. Don’t worry; although it’s shaped like a boy’s penis, it’s small enough so you’ll remain a virgin. When it’s inside you, I’m going to turn it on so it vibrates your insides.”

Carol was shocked and mortified at what she was being asked to endure. She knew if she resisted or even protested, the strap would come out and she’d be in worse shape than she was in now. She also had the conflicting feeling that she was going to enjoy this…even want it. So she just lay there in position as Butch inserted the vibrating cock and turned it on. A flood of sensations began to course through her entire genital region. Then she felt the familiar cold feeling as the 3/8-inch diameter colon tube was inserted into her rectum and began its journey up past the first flexure and up the descending colon. Butch was now rubbing her clit back and forth between his fingers, and her smooth ass cheeks were dancing from side to side as much as the restraints would allow. Tom was pushing, pulling and twisting on the colon tube as Butch manipulated the vibrator inside her once-secret female parts.

Soon Carol’s hips began bucking forward with increasing intensity, and the two doctors renewed their efforts. With the simultaneous stimulation of all three of her sensitive regions, it wasn’t long before her body began jerking and convulsing. She cried out with pleasure as wave after wave of orgasm overcame her. She bucked forward, then back to force the colon tube and vibrator farther inside her, then she slid forward again to get the sensations nearer her openings. Finally, drenched with perspiration, she relaxed, still breathing hard as a result of her exertion.

“My, my, Carol. It seems as if your first orgasm was a hard one! Now you know what the other girls have been talking about when they discuss orgasms. And you now should realize why women want to experience those feelings over and over again,” Butch said as he stroked the hair away from her eyes.

Carol lay silently, ashamed of her nakedness, of her having an orgasm in front of her doctors and being completely spent as the waves of pleasure subsided.

The colon tube and the dildo were removed, her pussy and anal areas cleaned off, and her restraints unfastened. Her wrist and ankle cuffs were removed, and she was allowed to sit upright, which took a little getting used to after her ordeal in the various positions that night.

“I think that’s enough for one session, Carol,” Butch said facing her. “It seems like your problems are more digestive than anything else. A treatment regime of proper diet and special enemas should bring you back to normal. As your father told you, you will remain here for a few days so we can continue your treatment.”

As she sat naked on the table facing the two young men, she was so tired that she wouldn’t think of questioning them on their decision.

“Yes, doctor, I understand,” she said in a small voice.

“Good. Then we’ll get you to your room and let you sleep. Tomorrow will probably be another long day for you,” Tom said with a smile.

“Thank you, doctors. You’ve both been very nice to take the time to treat me,” she said sheepishly and with a little smile, remembering her manners.

Carol climbed off the exam table, and still nude, followed Butch and Tom to a spare bedroom. She kissed both of them lightly on the cheek and immediately snuggled in under the covers and closed her eyes. As she tumbled into a deep sleep, all she remembered was the crest of her first real orgasm only a few minutes ago.