I've been checking on my bruises each day to see if they're fading enough for me to feel reasonably comfortable when I go to my gynecologist appointment on Monday. Can 'comfortable' and 'gynocologist' be in the same sentence together? What woman ever feels comfortable going to the gynecologist, even without worrying about the state of her bum? J and I were both surprised that I even bruised at all, because he had spanked me over my clothes (well, he may have lifted my skirt at one point, but my tights and panties stayed up), and even though the swats were quite hard, he didn't spank too long because he knew of my appointment. That was on Sunday.
The bruises aren't very big at all, and this time there are a couple that ended up in a weird spot which doesn't really make sense with the way he spanked me. One is the size of a nickel and is right in the spot where my two cheeks meet -- yep -- just slightly to the right of the dividing line (aka the butt crack...lol). There were two other much smaller dots along there on the left side, too, but they're gone now. How those even formed the way they did is beyond me because of the way J spanked. He spanked me with his hand only, yet the one bruise looks like a thumbprint. There was also a little bruising on my left upper cheek.
Anyway, since tomorrow is Saturday, I knew today had to be the day to decide whether to go forth with my appointment on Monday or call to reschedule, since the office policy is to give 24 hours' notice of cancellation.
This morning, as I was doing a self-inspection, I could only see my backside from the hand mirror I was holding. I needed to know how it would look from the doctor's viewpoint.
Honey, I'm gonna need your help, please. In case these bruises are not gone by Monday, I need to know if the doctor will be able to see them. You be the doctor, and I'll set myself up on the bed, OK?
First I need to know if when I'm sitting up like this, is that one bruise visible?
J walked around the bed until he was behind me.
Are you sure?
Honey, I can't see anything at all.
OK. Now I have to lay down and position myself as if I were on an examining table, stirrups and all. You need to be at eye level, Honey.
J knelt down.
Wait a minute, I have to scooch down toward the edge of the bed. The doc always tells me to scooch down.
OK -- I'm ready.
Can't see anything, my darling.
Are you sure? Wait, just to be on the safe side, I'll lift my legs higher and wider apart. How 'bout now?
Still nothing. I think you're safe.
I thanked my Honey for his thorough inspection, for which he told me I would soon be receiving his fee ;-)
We laughed about it and got ready for the day.
Later on in the afternoon, J recalled the scene and started laughing again.
You know, you just can't make this stuff up.......
Yep -- TTWD is quite the adventurous journey, isn't it?