The Governess- 21

John Gilbert was standing in the centre of the tiled admission room. To one side
of the room was a small leather padded trestle. Several lengths of rubber hose
lay on the stainless steel trolley. Around the room were other trolleys and
shelves containing an assortment of syringes, nozzles and various medical
apparatus. To the far end of the room were two large baths; lower than domestic
baths, they had large support handles set into the sides. One of the baths was
half filled with hot water. The young man looked at the two nurses standing in
front of him. Both wore white linen tunics with rubber aprons. Behind him
standing legs astride were the two young female warders who had escorted him
from the cells at the courthouse. He looked at the nurses in front of him. One
of them he estimated to be about thirty-five years old, the other was much
younger. The older of the two smiled at him, not unkindly as she addressed him.
“I hope you are going to co-operate so that we can get this over quickly. Do you
understand?” John nodded his head. He shivered at the thought of what was in
store for him.
“Right strip down and put your clothes over there.” The nurse indicated a small
table to his right. John blushed profusely, he had never had to expose his body
to a woman before, at least not since he was a child. He began to undress,
taking off his jacket and tie… then his shirt, socks and shoes. There was
complete silence in the room as he looked up to the nurse from placing his shoes
by his pile of clothes. She made no comment but stood waiting for him to
continue. He undid his trousers and sliding them down his legs, stepped out of
them and carefully folding them, placed them on the table. He straightened up
and turned to face the nurse. “Take those off too and come over here.” The nurse
moved toward the trestle without a second glance at the young man. John lowered
his underpants and stepped out of them. He held them to his groin, crouching low
as he placed them on the table. He was aware of the young nurse’s interested
gaze as he stood covering his genitals with his hands. The two warders smiled at
each other, as they looked his naked buttocks.
He walked toward the trestle crouching low as he tried to cover himself. The
nurses moved to his sides and taking his arms pulled him forward. “Right young
man, bend over the trestle so that your hips, not your tummy, are resting on the
bar. John felt their soft hands coax him forward. A firm pressure against his
shoulders bent him over. He had to uncover himself so that his hands could
support him against the wooden legs of the trestle. The nurses manoeuvred him
until he was bent well over with his hands on the floor. They took hold of his
ankles and spread his legs. The warders moved forward. One stood facing his
head, leaning forward she put her hands on either side of his waist. “Just keep
still now, while nurse gives you an enema.” John mumbled incoherently. He had no
real concept of what was going to happen to him, other than that he was to be
birched. The second warder and the young nurse knelt behind him, one to each
side and held his legs apart. The senior nurse picked up a large syringe, which
had already been filled with distilled water and a mild purgative. She
lubricated the large stainless steel nozzle and moved behind him. Placing her
hand between the crease of his bottom she introduced the nozzle to the opening
of his bottom. “Now take a deep breath.” She instructed as she pushed the nozzle
firmly up against the tightly puckered sphincter. “Once more now.” With those
words she pushed firmly, hearing the boy gasp with shock as the cold metal
suddenly entered his bottom. “Another deep breath.” She instructed as she
pressed the plunger firmly. John tried to rear up as the first jets of water
entered him. The warder had watched the nurse and as she had pressed the plunger
she pressed firmly down on the naked boy’s waist, making sure he could not move.
“Arrgggghhhh..oooojhhh. John could not help crying out as the nurse pressed the
plunger all the way in. Quickly she withdrew the nozzle, watching the sphincter
close tightly as the nozzle was removed. “Just stay there a minute.” She
instructed once more. She laid the syringe back on the trolley and took a gauze
pad which she pushed rudely between the cheeks of his bottom. “Right if you
would take him over there to the cubicle please.” The warders helped the boy up
as the young nurse placed her hand between the cheeks of his bottom, pressing
the pad against his sphincter. Between the warders and the young nurse John
walked awkwardly to the toilet cubicle which was situated in a small room
leading off the admission room. The cubicle had no door, consisting only of two
small tiled walls standing about four feet in height. They left him sitting on
the lavatory seat and walked back into the admission room.