About half a century ago, when I was in second grade, I experienced a slight stomach ache during the morning.
I informed my teacher, who responded, “Peter, I see Miss Chandler, the school nurse, arriving. Head to the nurse’s office right away.”
Miss Chandler was in her 40s, very tall, with red hair. It was early winter, and she wore a large black fur coat.
When she heard me behind her, she turned and asked, “Why Peter, what can I do for you?”
I explained my issue, and she put her arm around me, saying, “There, there – come with me into the dispensary, and we’ll sort this out right away.”
We entered her exam room, and I felt the soft black fur of her coat brush against me as she removed it.
“Now undress completely and get up on my table,” she instructed. I was scared but obeyed.
Miss Chandler said, “Now I am going to examine you.” She pressed on my abdomen in several places, asking if it hurt. I said, a little.
I looked up just in time to see her put on a pair of rubber gloves and lubricate them.
“Now lay on your left side – this might be a bit uncomfortable.” Yee-oww – it was!
I jumped off the table and headed for the door. “Not so fast!” She grabbed me, gave me a firm swat on the rear, and placed me back on the table.
“Now, you stay there, or I will get my slipper.” With that, she produced a school plimsol and smacked me a couple of times on the backside.
Then she fetched a large basin of soapy water and a rather intimidating red rubber bulb with a long black nozzle.
“Peter, I need to help you evacuate so the stomach ache will go away.”
She sat down in a chair and turned me backwards over her lap, front facing up. She held my legs up with her left hand and inserted the business end of that thing in my rectum.
All I could feel was a warm sensation filling my bowel – she kept inserting it several times, and when I felt full, I begged her to let me down.
I ran to the WC. The waste poured out of me as I bent over double, sitting on the toilet.
She was absolutely right – after this ordeal was over, I didn’t have any more tummy ache.
As I left the dispensary, she put her arm around me, walked me back to my classroom, and gave me a big hug.
“Peter, anytime you feel ill, come to me immediately.”
