The Governess- 4

Wendy looked at Richard, his hands once more covering his genitals.
‘I shall have to go Richard, I am sorry you were embarrassed. I had no idea you
would be naked or doing that. I really do hope you will be very happy where you
are going. If I am allowed I will come and visit you soon.’
Richard looked up at Janet. Her words were just beginning to make sense to him
through his haze of embarrassment.
‘Th..thankyou Miss, thank you.’ Wendy quickly bent forward and kissed him on the
cheek.
‘Bye.. see you soon.’ She whispered as she turned and followed the young nurse
through the door.*

Richard stood in the middle of the room feeling totally naked and ashamed. His
young body trembling as he stood holding his hands over his groin. He had been
standing there for quite a few minutes before two more young nurses entered the
room. They both had dark hair pinned under pretty caps set back on their heads.
The taller and prettier of the two went to the sinks ignoring the boy as he
stood covering himself. The other nurse, a petite athletic looking girl stood in
front of Richard. Both nurses wore rubber aprons, covering their starched
tunics.
‘We will need a urine sample from you before we start.’ She said meeting the
boy’s eyes.
‘I just..just did..’ Richard stammered as he looked at the nurse before dropping
his gaze to the floor.’
‘It’s here.’ The second nurse walked across from the sinks to stand by his side.
‘I want you to get up on the table, and kneel down on your hands and knee’s, do
you think you can do that for me?’ She spoke kindly to him. ‘I am Nurse Ford.’
The taller nurse spoke again as she placed a hand on his shoulder and turned his
body toward the table.
‘This is Nurse Todd, and your name is Richard is that right.’
Richard nodded as he climbed on to the table. Both nurses watched him as he
kneeled down facing them, his face suffused in red. The taller nurse placed her
hand gently on his shoulders and stroked her fingers down his back and over his
upturned buttocks.
‘Now we are going to give you an enema, I don’t suppose you have had one before
so I will tell you that it doesn’t hurt, so just relax when I tell you, all
right?’
Richard nodded his head numbly. The small blonde nurse had brought an instrument
trolley up to the end of the table. The instrument trolley had four corner
posts, one of which extended to six feet high. On top of the extension hung a
soft plastic container. The oblong bag was about eight inches long and contained
two pints of liquid. The lower end of the bag was moulded into an adapter on
which was attached a long tube, the bottom of which was coiled up on the
trolley’s tabletop. The nurse placed the trolley alongside the table where the
boy was kneeling. Nurse Ford moved behind Richard and placed her hands on his
ankles.
‘Just shuffle back a little bit… there that’s it… and open your knees as
wide as you can.’ She gently held the boy’s ankles as he moved back. She moved
her hands to the inside’s of his knees. ‘Open up a little more… there that’s
it… there’s a good boy.’ She spoke very softly, as one would to a small
child.
Richard felt utterly humiliated as the young nurse parted his legs. He was well
aware that she had plain view of his testicles and penis hanging down between
his widely spread thighs. His buttocks clenched as she stroked her fingers
delicately over his bottom. Nurse Todd looked to her companion and motioned her
head toward the weals, still clearly delineated across the boy’s buttocks. ‘You
have been in the wars, haven’t you.’ She traced her hand across the marks left
by his caning.
‘I didn’t know they caned you so severely at the orphanage.’
Richard felt the now familiar nerves in his stomach begin to churn. He was going
to explain and then thought better of it. “Yes miss.”
He replied his voice a hoarse whisper. The nurse took a pair of thin plastic
gloves from the trolley and slipped them on to her pretty hands.
‘Now I am just going to lubricate your bottom for a few moments, so just breathe
deeply and try and let yourself relax.’
She took a tube from the trolley and squeezed some of the contents on to her
index finger. Richard felt her cool fingers part his bottom. He flinched as the
cold lubricant touched his sphincter. The nurse gently rubbed her finger up and
down over his the small opening. The fingers of her other hand pulling the cheek
of his bottom to the side. She probed gently, feeling his bottom squirm under
her hand as she rubbed over the tightly puckered sphincter.
‘Now just breathe deeply, in and out, in and out.’ Her words set up a rhythm for
the boy to copy.