There had been a bug going round the office and I rang in saying I thought I had caught it and that my symptoms were the same. My boss was not pleased, as we were due to prepare for a meeting the next day. I said that if I felt better later I would do some work on it at home.
The morning was taken up watching crap television and after some lunch I lay down on my bed and went to sleep. I was woken at just after four o'clock by the front doorbell. It was my boss who said that he had come round to see if I had been well enough to work on the report. I told him I had not felt well enough.
He showed plenty of sympathy and said that he would take my temperature. I protested for two reasons, firstly he would discover that I did not have one and secondly the only thermometer I had in the house was a rectal one. He is always persuasive and was insistent on this occasion. I told him where to find it and he was soon returned with the thermometer and a tube of lube.
Brian is old enough to be my father and our relationship had always been professional but very friendly with no hint of anything improper. He simply sat on the sofa and indicated I should lie across his lap. The fact that I only had a dressing gown and a nighty on made little difference as one way or another my bottom was soon going to be stripped bare anyway.
When I was in position he simply ran his hand up the back of my legs that were only slightly apart. His hand went on so far up my back that the nighty actually dragged past my nipples. With a combination of his knees and his hands he spread my legs. I felt the cold air hit my warm pussy and bottom followed quickly by a lubricated finger playing gently around my anus. With his other hand he spread the cheeks wide apart allowing the single digit to tickle without any penetration. I was so embarrassed mainly because it was feeling glorious.
There was no way that the long slow lubricating around the anus was justified but that did not seem to bother Brian. I had a real feeling of loss as the finger was removed. Expecting the thermometer to be inserted next I was surprised when a newly lubricated thumb was inserted into my relaxed bottom. The thumb curled downwards as it was stroked in and out. This man clearly understood women's bottoms as this felt every bit as good as if it was in my pussy. I had to fight the urge to push my bottom up to increase the depth of the stimulation.
As my resolve was nearly lost he withdrew his thumb and inserted the thermometer. For the next few minutes the thermometer was never still and it was as if he was gently fucking me with it. I had forgotten being ill and was very aware of my nipples catching on his trousers and my pussy getting very wet. While my body was buzzing I was almost relieved when he pulled the thermometer out of my bottom.
He asked me what I expected my temperature to be. I was not sure what to say as I thought he might have rumbled me. He said it was high and I would need some medication to reduce it. He also said that he had taken advise from our nurse at work who had said with this bug what the best medication was and that the way to administer it was rectally. He said he had stopped off at home and at the chemist to pick up what he needed. I had been embarrassed and nervous before but now I was stunned and frightened. He told me he was going to the bathroom to prepare an enema and that I was to be on my knees with my bottom in the air when he got to my bedroom.
I decided not to argue, as I was afraid he had rumbled me and that I would get into more trouble by arguing. I was on my bed with my bottom up and my head down long before he came into my room. He adjusted me so that my legs were wide apart and my back was arched. He had a huge bag full of water that he hung on the post of my four-poster bed. The bag was connected to a tube with two rubber pumps that had their own tubes attached. At the end of the main tube there were two, what looked like, inflatable shriveled balloons.
He told me I needed cleaning out first so that the second enema with medicine in could be fully effective. The first enema had soap in it, which would cause me to cramp but would get me nice and clean. Although my anus felt fully lubricated he seemed to take great pleasure in applying more lube to it and working it in as far as his finger could reach. No one had ever done this to me before and I had to admit to myself that it felt wonderful.
Even with the lubrication it took some effort to push the tube with the first inflatable balloon past my sphincter. When it was fully lodged he pumped it up until it felt huge. He then pumped the other balloon that was still outside my bottom until it pulled towards the first balloon sealing me up tight. He said, as I was an enema virgin this would help me relax and hold a large soapy enema for as long as he felt necessary.
I told him there was no room for water in my bottom as the balloon was filling me up. He laughed and said I would be amazed at how much water he would be able to inject into me. His wife had learned to take huge volumes of water over the years and she loved the effect that these big enemas had on her. I hoped he was talking about cleaning her bowels but thought he was probably alluding to much more.
Even though he warned me the feeling of the warm water surprised me but not in a bad way. Initially it was soothing as it explored the area warming further and further into me. Brian was now kneeling on the bed beside me and rubbing from just above my pubic hair to just below my nipples. I tried to make my shift in position to look like it was for comfort but it was to try and get his hands to touch my huge aching nipples. It was not successful.
The first cramp hit me hard and I screamed at him to stop the water. Ignoring me he rubbed my stomach harder and managed to stop the cramp. I told him that I had taken all I could. He laughed at me again and said we had barely started. He said he had a little trick his wife liked that he would employ when I had taken plenty more. I was beginning to feel very stretched and full even without the cramps that hit every now and then.
He moved behind me and said that I was doing well and seemed to be enjoying it. I took this as referring to the fact that my pussy was now betraying me and leaking like a tap. It was then that I realized that I could not think of what was happening as anything other than sexual. Brian was still keeping a facade of treating me for the bug or was it punishing me for lying about having it. Either way he was staring at my bottom plugged by the enema tube and my pussy saying lots about my state of mind.
When the next cramp hit I felt something amazing. Everything below my waist started tingling and vibrating. He had pushed a vibrator on high against the balloon sticking out of my bottom. With everything stretched so tight the ripples radiated out like powerful waves. The cramp was soon gone as something deep inside me relaxed or collapsed allowing the water to find more space to invade.