Katy carried the box into her condo. She had spent the weekend at her parents and her mom had asked her to take a box of childhood memorabilia with her to sort through - to keep what she wanted and donate or dispose of the rest. She took a shower, changed into tap pants and tank top and poured herself a glass of wine. She opened the box and started making two piles. She paused when she pulled-out a juvenile diary. She had all but forgotten about this phase of her adolescence. She opened the book and thumbed through the pages. She stopped on an entry that really evoked strong memories:

WHAT A DAY! I FELT SOMETHING NEW TODAY. I’D BEEN SICK AND MOM INSISTED I GO TO THE DOCTOR. I DIDN’T WANT TO BECAUSE ANYTIME I GO THERE, I GET A SHOT. IN THE BUTT! THEY REALLY HURT. MOM CAME INTO MY ROOM AND WANTED TO TAKE MY TEMPERATURE - ALSO IN MY BUTT! I ARGUED AND GOT A REALLY HARD SPANKING WITH HER HAIRBRUSH AND THEN SHE STUCK THE THERMOMETER IN MY BUTTHOLE ANYHOW.

I WAS SO EMBARRASSED AS THE DOCTOR EXAMINED ME BUT KINDA GOT A SHIVER - THAT FELT KINDA GOOD - FROM HIS TOUCH. LIKE I EXPECTED, HE SAID THAT I NEEDED TO GET A SHOT AND I SHOULD LAY DOWN AND LOWER MY JEANS AND PANTIES. I LAID THERE, MY BOTTOM EXPOSED, AND EVEN MORE EMBARRASSED WHEN I SAW I HAD BEEN SPANKED.

I WATCHED THE NURSE FILL THE SHOT WITH MEDICINE AND THEN GIVE TO THE DOCTOR WHO TOLD ME TO RELAX. I WAITED AND FELT THE COLD OF THE ALCOHOL BEFORE HE STUCK ME WITH THE NEEDLE AND THEN MY WHOLE BOTTOM FELT LIKE IT WAS ON FIRE. MY BOTTOM IS STILL THROBBING FROM THE SHOT AND SORE FROM THE SPANKING. I TOUCH THE SPOT WHERE HE GAVE ME THE SHOT AND FEEL A LUMP DOWN DEEP.

I DON’T KNOW WHAT’S DIFFERENT BUT WHEN I THINK ABOUT IT - THE SPANKING, GETTING MY TEMPERATURE TAKEN, GETTING EXAMINED AND THEN GETTING A SHOT, IT MAKES ME FEEL WEIRD. I TOUCH THE SPOT ON MY BUTT, I KINDA GET TINGLY AND WARM, KINDA NAUGHTY BUT SOMEHOW IT FEELS REALLY GOOD.

The brief passage reminded her of that pivot event and others before and after. The series of events on that particular day were not really unique but it had been an inflection point that influenced so much that followed. She realized she was quite aroused by the reminiscing. She took a breath and set the diary aside - definitely in the ‘keep’ pile and finished sorting through the box.

A bit later she paused to think again on how evocative reading that decades-old note from her younger self had been. Over the years she had come to embrace the uneasy feelings expressed in the diary. A wonderful, relatively recent development was meeting a fellow enthusiast. They corresponded constantly and now met fairly often for in-person play, generally with him as genial older doctor and her as some version of Katy from young girl, teen, college co-ed or present-day self.

She typed a short text message, ‘I am in dire need of a visit to your clinic’.

A few moments later he replied, ‘Check-up or feeling ill?’

Katy responded, ‘Check-up for twenty-something me’. He sent a thumbs-up emoji. They exchanged a few more notes to arrange the time and then she set her phone aside.

Katy reached inside her clothing with one hand touching her clit and the other gently kneading a breast. The diary, the memories and the brief correspondence had conspired to arouse her and she felt compelled to finish what she started. As she self-stimulated, she imagined what lay ahead with her ‘check-up’. It would be a very thorough and intrusive exam. He will have conjured some behavior to trigger a spanking and certainly announce she was due an injection - or two. Her response about the ‘patient’s’ age meant there would be questions and examination related to sexual health and likely some mutually satisfying conclusion.

She thought particularly about instructions to role over and present her bare tush for a shot. Her imagination then melded to the feeling of his hands touching her and her very carnal response. In her mind, the ‘doctor’ was crossing the line between clinical and carnal, just as she achieved a stunning climax. She lay dazed for a moment, catching her breath, hoping the actual session at his ‘clinic’ would be as satisfying as her imagination.