A visit to the school nurse circa 1950
Jane felt bad. She asked her teacher if she could please go to the nurse. The teacher nodded noticing how pale her face was. Jane then walked down the hallway to the nurse’s office, and was just about to enter when she caught sight of Marty Black over the nurse’s lap, pants down kicking as the nurse took his temperature rectally. Jane gave a gasp that was heard by the nurse. The nurse looked up and saw Jane as she retreated down the hallway. The nurse knew whose room Jane was in and would go and get her after taking care of Marty.
Jane sat quietly in her seat. She did not want to go back to the nurse because she had no intentions of having her temperature taken in front of the door in sight of anyone who would walk by. She was mortified, and yet her head hurt and her stomach ached. She decided to wait it out. She could go home at lunch and stay there. Lunch was only an hour and ten minutes away.
Jane was having a hard time concentrating on her work. The math was not hard, but Jane’s head hurt so much she could not concentrate. She looked up when she saw the door to the class open and the nurse enter in her white starched uniform and her cap. The nurse was a very large woman close to six feet tall. She talked to the teacher and both of them looked at her. They nodded to one another and Jane heard the teacher tell her to go with the nurse and have her temperature taken. Jane blushed and told them she would be fine, but the nurse and the teacher thought differently. Jane was helped up and to the door in front of the whole class. There was a snicker as she left the classroom with the nurse. The nurse took Jane’s arm and talked to her reassuringly as they walked down the hallway.
Once in the office the nurse told Jane to sit on the stool by her desk. Jane was aware that someone was on the cot behind the cloth screens. She was certain it was Marty and was not happy that he was there too. Jane did as she was told and watched as the nurse removed the glass thermometer from the alcohol bath and shook it down. She then put a large glob of Vaseline on it and wrapped it in a gauze square. She turned and smiled at Jane. “ You know Jane, this will not hurt you. “
“Mrs. Jackson, please shut the door.” Jane asked timidly.
“No, Jane, but I will close it partially. This is a normal procedure and the door must be kept open, by orders of the principal.” Taking Jane’s shaking hand, she drew her to the chair in the center of the room. Jane was only in 5th grade and had no choice. She was placed over the nurse’s knees. Then her skirt was pulled up and over her back. In a smooth movement the nurse had Jane’s panties pulled down around her knees. She was laying over the nurse’s lap bare ass in front of the door in full view of anyone walking down the hallway. She felt her bottom cheeks being separated and the lubrication put on her hole and then the thermometer being pushed into her bottom. The cheeks were let go, but the nurse held on to the thermometer while it was in her. The time seemed endless. Jane was certain that her whole class would walk by on the way to art or something and everyone would see her across the lap having her temperature taken in her bottom. Her bared bottom just waiting to be seen. She was very tense.
Mr. Stout, our principal, entered the office. “ Mrs. Jackson, Marty’s mother is on the phone and needs you to talk to her. Do you want me to have you call back, or will you take it now ? I can help Jane?”
“Mr. Stout, if you don’t mind, I do need to speak to Marty’s mom. I think he has the measles and needs to see a doctor immediately. Mr. Stout will stay with you and I will return in just a moment.” She removed the thermometer. Jane stood up and Mr. Stout sat down. The nurse positioned Jane across Mr. Stout’s lap and handed him the relubricated thermometer. Luckily her dress dropped down to cover her when she stood up.
The nurse went to the desk and Mr. Stout lifted Jane’s dress over her back and spread her cheeks and inserted the thermometer into Jane’s rectum. He left his hand across Jane’s buns as he held the thermometer in her bottom. Jane was mortified. Recently she had started to sprout the first pubic hair and she was very private and embarrassed about it. Now, she was certain Mr. Stout had noticed her new hair as he spread her cheeks and her face cheeks were the brightest red imaginable. Mr. Stout gently rubbed her bare behind. “ Jane, I see you are growing up. You do look quite pale today. I do hope you are not too sick. If you have a fever, I can run you home when I go for lunch. After all we live on the same block and I know your father took the car today.” It was true. Mr. Stout and her dad were friends and the families were often together. It was common to be at his house, or the Stout family at ours. That is why it was more embarrassing.
Finally the nurse finished talking on the phone. She came over and she withdrew the thermometer slowly. She pulled Jane’s panties up and put down her skirt. Jane stood up and Mr. Stout did too. “ Thank you Mr. Stout. Marty’s mother will be here in a few minutes to pick him up. Look, Mr. Stout. I see the cause of Jane’s problems. She is very constipated. I’ll check and be giving her mom a call and tell her she has a slight fever and suggest a nice enema for her.”
“You are probably right Mrs. Jackson. I do know that Jane’s father took the car today and won’t be back until late. Perhaps you can offer Mrs. Nelson your services and give Jane an enema here at school. See you later, Jane.” And he left the room.
The nurse nodded and went to the phone. Jane stood in the middle of the room totally embarrassed. “ Yes, operator give me 6043 please,” then there was a long pause. “ Hello Mrs. Nelson, this is Mrs. Jackson the school nurse. Jane has a slight fever. I will check her, but I think she is just constipated. Can you come and get her?” Another pause, “ Well, I see. Yes, I can check her and then give her an enema if you would like me to.” Another pause and then, “ I will check her temperature after she has had her enema and see how she is and call you back. Very good then, good by Mrs. Nelson “
“Jane, dear, I am sure you heard your mother. Please go and lie down on the cot in the corner behind the screen. I will be right there.”
There was a knock on the door and Marty’s mother came in and after a few minutes talking to the nurse they left. That gave Jane much time to anticipate what was going to happen next.
Jane could not believe what was going to happen to her. She was not even consulted! It seemed she was going to have an enema here in school, by Mrs. Jackson! She sullenly walked over to the cot and sat down on it. The nurse came in and handed her a hospital gown. “ Remove all your clothes and call me when you are done.” The nurse arranged the screens around the cot for privacy. She walked away and made another phone call. Then Jane heard the sound of running water in the joining bathroom. The nurse came in again. This time she set a pitcher of soapy water, a bulb syringe, a glove, a rubber sheet, a towel, and jar of Vaseline on the table beside the cot.
“Lie down on your back. I need to feel your abdomen,” Mrs. Jackson told her. Jane did what she was told. “ Jane, you left your panties on. Lift up so I can get them off you.” The cot felt cool to Jane’s bare bottom when she lay back down on it.
“Jane, I am going to check your abdomen. Tell me if anything hurts.” Mrs. Jackson began feeling Jane’s lower stomach and abdomen. When she pressed hard on the left side, Jane groaned ever so slightly. “ Just what I thought. I am going to check your rectum out as well, Jane. Now roll over on your stomach and put this pillow under your hips.” Jane rolled over as the nurse adjusted the pillow to raise Jane’s hips to gain free access to her back door.
Jane once again blushed as she felt her gown opened and cool air on her exposed bottom. Mrs. Jackson slipped on a glove and put Vaseline on one finger of the gloved hand. “ Now Jane, I am going to put my finger into bottom to see how full it is. Bear down against my finger so I can get in easier.” Jane did not know what bear down meant and she closed up tight when she felt the finger at her hole. “ Relax, dear, it will make it easier,” but Jane could not.
“Umm just as I thought. You need a good cleaning out. I will use the bulb syringe, and then we will see what else it needed. I think it best if you are over my lap.” Mrs. Jackson stood up and sat down on the chair in the area behind the screen. She placed a rubber sheet across her knees. She directed Jane to lie across the sheet. Jane began to cry quietly. The gown was spread wide open and using a glove Mrs. Jackson lubricated her anus. Jane felt the cold gel on her backdoor. Then she felt a nozzle. “Jane, relax and we can get this over with quickly. I think that at least 5 bulbs should do it.”
Jane felt the nozzle enter her bottom and then she felt the water flowing into her. She hated it when her own mother gave her enemas. It was even more embarrassing here in school. She continued to cry quietly as the nurse filled the bulb and inserted it deep into her bottom. She counted to 3 and she was starting to need to go to the bathroom. “ I need to go to the toilet now, Mrs. Jackson. Please, let me up and to the bathroom.”
“Jane, don’t be silly. You have more enema to go. Then you can use the toilet and I will know if you are finished or need more.” Nurse Jackson put another squirt into her bottom and Jane began to cry harder. "Now, Jane stop crying. This does not hurt you, it is necessary.”
“It does hurt. I have to go.”
“Just a few more and I will be done.” Nurse Jackson filled her again. Jane felt like she would burst and was panicked that she would embarrass herself by leaking. She squeezed her cheeks together and cried while the nurse continued to inject fluid into her bottom. Finally she was told to stand up. She thought that she would be shown to the toilet, but instead she was told to lie down for 5 minutes to let the enema work and then she could use the toilet. Those 5 minutes were very long minutes. Finally she was shown into the bathroom and allowed to use the toilet. The nurse left. Jane was glad the window was open and some of the stink would go outside.
The nurse came back in just as Jane had finished. Finally the nurse was satisfied that Jane was cleaned out enough. After she had finished emptying Jane was allowed to get dressed and rest on the cot. Mr. Stout came in about a half hour later, “ Mrs. Jackson does Jane have a temperature yet? I will take her home at lunch today.”
“Mr. Stout, I did not take her temperature a second time. Let me do that right now and you can come back for her in a few minutes.” Jane groaned at the idea of once again having her temperature taken, but the nurse approached her as she was on the cot. “ Jane I am now going to take your temperature. Please lie on your tummy, and put this pillow under your hips.” Jane was helped into position. She felt better about this since she was behind the screens now and no one would see her. The nurse spread her cheeks and took her temperature. While she waited for the temperature to register she rubbed Jane’s bare behind and talked soothingly to her. When the temperature was removed she said,” Well Jane your temperature is almost normal, but I think you should go home and rest this afternoon.”
Mr. Stout did take her home. When she got home her mother told her that she was going to have another enema in case the nurse had not done a good job. Jane always thought of that day as enema day.
