For some reason I was on doctor Clepsers' big oak and black leather examination table. Dr. Clepser was a classic country doctor. Black bag in hand, traversing the county making house calls to the local farm folk. Dr. Clepser was quite old and he had a condition commonly referred to as "humpback or hunchback". I'm sure he was a wonderful old man but actually he was kind of scary. His office occupied the parlor of his big spooky looking house. In it was all the tools of his trade. Oak and glass cabinets, full of mysterious looking instruments. Saws and scalpels, needles and syringes, jars of cotton balls and tongue depressors, differing sizes of graduated cylinders for making the elixirs and medicines that I'm sure he prepared for his patients. There I sat alone on this examination table, butt naked except for my socks. Expecting the good doctor to enter and do whatever he had to do, I tried to be a good boy and sit quietly. To my surprise a beautiful young lady came into the room in a crisp starched white nursing uniform. I nearly died. Not noticing my intense embarrassment, she thoroughly examined her ward. I guess I lived. The events that took place next were indelibly etched in my mind. Due to the nature of this incidence, I have never told anyone. I found this young nurse to be very attractive and beautiful even though I was only five or six. I try to remember what she looked like but it was so long ago that I can't. All I remember is that I was captivated by her beauty. She was probably in her twenties. After she examined me, she took me by the hand and helped me off the examination table. She didn't let go of my hand, instead she led me through a door a few feet away. I stood there naked, holding on to her hand, in a large tiled room. The floor tile was a leafy green color and the wall tiles were an off white. A long porcelain table with a sink on end occupied one end of the room. There were oak cabinets similar to the ones in the parlor office. To the left was a huge claw footed bath tub, next to it was a toilet. On white wooden shelves were piles of towels. I still marvel how I can picture something so clearly that happened so very long ago. Near the table and sink was a small oak platform with a black upholstered leather cushion. It was similar to a footstool but with a shallow incline. My nurse led me to it and told me to kneel on it. Intuitively I knew something was about to happen. I wondered if she could hear my heart pounding. Fear mixed with adolescent sexual desires, dread, anticipation and her control over me caused my young childish mind to swim with emotions. I obediently kneeled down as I was told. "No", she said gently, "put your knees on the high end and head on the low end". I shifted around to the position she requested. I remember feeling so vulnerable and so exposed to her. She looked pleased that I was so cooperative and I would have done anything to please her. Looking back over my shoulder, I could see that she had opened a cabinet door above the sink and removed a white enameled can. From a drawer below the sink she removed a long amber rubber hose that had a black nozzle attached. I wanted to bolt and run from the room but part of me wanted to be under her complete control. She attached the tubing to the base of the can and carried the to the sink. She began to fill the can with water but stopped long enough to go to another cabinet and take down a small glass container. She poured a little of the contents into a graduated cup and then poured that into the enameled can. She proceeded to fill the can and then used a large wooden tongue depressor to stir the ingredients. She was talking to me all the while. I really don't remember everything she said, but I do remember her saying, " Well, I think we're ready, honey". It sounds exaggerated but to me it seemed time stood still. She carried the enema can and hose to where I was kneeling and sat it on a little shelf above my head. She sat on a small stool behind me and gave me a little back rub. The most private parts of my body and adolescent manhood were in her plain view. I didn't really feel ashamed, just mortified that she could see the most personal and private parts of me. The fact she was clothed and I was naked made the encounter more humiliating. Her crisp white nurses uniform made sort of a crinkling sound as she sat on the stool behind me. Again I looked over my shoulder and saw that she was putting something over her index finger. She dipped her finger into a small jar of white jelly. "I'm going to give you your enema now, sweetheart," she said, "just relax and take long deep breaths. When I tell you to, I want you to pant like a puppy". I would have barked like a dog if she had asked. With the finger and thumb of her left hand, she parted the cheeks of my bottom. The lubricated finger of her right hand pressed against my rectum. "Try to relax your bottom, honey, this won't hurt, I promise. We'll be done a minute". She pressed harder on my little hole until finally the tip of her finger penetrated me. The moment she entered me I jumped straight up in the air. "Good boy, just try to relax and let me get you nice and slippery", she said. She moved her finger around and around inside me, then in and out. The whole procedure probably didn't last for more that six seconds but the sensations and memory have lasted a lifetime. She withdrew her finger and lubricated the black enema nozzle. She slowly inserted the nozzle. [Image] The tiled walls and floor amplified every sound. CLICK, went the snap on the hose. Immediately I felt the very warm solution course through the lower parts of my body. "Stop! I have to go, I have to go", I pleaded with my nurse. "Your doing fine, ok, now pant like a little puppy", she said. She snapped the clamp closed. The cramps began to subside. She held the nozzle in with one hand and began to rub my tummy with her other hand. I sensed she was trying to be as tender and gentle as she could. As she was massaging my tummy, the underside of her wrist brushed my penis on several occasions. It was though a bolt of lightning coursed through every cell of my being. Every nerve of my body was on end and aware of what happened. I wanted her to touch me again, I didn't want that feeling to ever stop. My reaction must have told her something had happened. "My, my, aren't we the little man," she said. "Are you ready to finish your enema? You have only a little more to go." Before I had a chance to answer her, CLICK, went the clamp again. She continued to rub my tummy while the last of the enema filled me. "Good boy, you took the whole thing". She took some tissues and held them between my cheeks. One hand was on the tissues and one hand was on my arm, she led me to the potty. She allowed me the dignity to relieve myself in private. Returning to the room a short time later, she asked me if I was ok. I felt a little shaky but I wouldn't have admitted that to her. I was beginning to feel more comfortable around my new friend, and I think I began to have a new freedom in my unabashed nakedness. She helped me down from my porcelain throne and into the bath tub. She took a large white wash cloth that was lying over the edge of the bath tub and wetted it under the faucet at the end of the tub. She began to bath me. She alternated between the soapy wash cloth and cups of water used for rinsing me clean. She seemed to enjoy giving me my bath and I was absolutely enamored with her devoted attention. I guess you could say that this was my first ever love affair with the opposite sex, even as infantile and childish as it seems now. By the way...this story is a true, real life account of one of my fondest memories. -- rubrduck@gte.net Your E-Mail E-pal "Rubber Duckie" A stranger..nah..just as friend you haven't met yet.