is there a doctor in the house?

Due to some things going on, Mike and i have been "playing" infrequently (for us) lately. He is under a lot of stress and i can hardly expect him to perform on demand and would not consider pressuring him into it....well excessive pressure anyways.

However, last Sunday morning i could tell he was in the mood and of course so was i.
It was fabululous! He pulled out all the stops. He brought out the blindfold, the old pantyhose restraints, his homemade special oil, the candles, cane, crop, and i don't even remember how many paddles.

A couple hours later, still basking in the "afterglow", we finally went about the daily business. It was that evening, as i was planning out the next days schedule, that i saw that i had a doctor appointment that next day. Well, i went to the mirror, and sure enough, all kinds of marks were starting to make themselves known and would definitely remain longer than the doc appointment.

I really like my doctor. He is a very kind man of i think 62 now in a small practice. His wife, one year older, is his nurse. Both of them wonderful people.

I then thought back to two years ago September, on my birthday (well technically it was the day after because we both had to work on my birthday). It was a super fun day with a great party that night. I had gotten my birthday spanking of course and a while later, i got one of my private presents. It was one of Mike's old belts and he had cut the last foot or so of it into ten thin strands. So i had gotten another birthday spanking with that. Then before the party, also got a beautiful cane, I think it's called mallacca or something? i will have to remember to look it up. Anyways, i got ANOTHER birthday spanking with that ( i know, i know, i tend to call it all spanking rather than differentiate between caning, tawsing etc).

The party later was great. Dancing, loud music, public presents, but i drank wayyyyyyyyy too much. Way after the party at about 4am (still pretty drunk), i stumbled getting out of bed and into the bathroom and twisted my ankle bad. Mike got up and iced it and elevated it, but it still swelled up like a balloon.

A few hours later we decided to go to the doctor worried that the injure may be severe. The doc saw me quickly and lisa (his wife the nurse) had me change into a gown. (no idea why as it was for my ankle, but i didn't question it). i did so and sat up on the HARD exam table.

By the time the doc and nurse came in, i was squirming around trying to find a comfortable way to sit/lean. The doc pronounced that i had a bad sprain, but then he noticed my squirming.

Without hesitation, at the same time he says, "im worried, you may have hurt your back or hip in the fall", he also half turns me and tips me over with the gown parting and then they both go silent. Upon seeing my bottom, lisa said "THAT did NOT come from a fall", referring to all the marks, of course.

Soooooo, i had some explaining to do. Then they went and talked to Mike, i guess to make sure our stories matched, and thats how they came to find out what Mike and i get up to.

It's nice not having to worry about marks when going to the doctor. And Monday, just as i expected, when i was being checked out, lisa goes "tsk tsk amber...naughty again" and we have a laugh about it.

So, do your doctors "know" ?


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this one may get a little messy:

you take a full or new plastic bottle of ketchup (tomato sauce, i believe in the u.k.)

then you unscrew the top and turn the top over and plug the hole with a piece of paper towel

then you take a safety pin and poke NUMEROUS holes in the sides of the bottle

then next time you serve something that he likes to put ketchup on, get ready to runnnnnnnnnnn (not tooooooo fast of course ...grins) cause when he squeezes the bottle, ketchup gonna squirt all over him