People tend to think being married to a doctor means he takes care of everything. Unfortunately, as easy as that would make things, he insists upon me seeing someone else for my actual health care. My doctor, Dr. Danica, knows our lifestyle and she knows I get spanked so we don’t have to worry about showing up for an exam with red marks on my butt.

On this particular day, I’ve been having pain during anal. I figured it would get better in a day or 2 but Andrew insisted on making an appointment for me to see my doctor. He leaves work early to drive me uptown to her office which is in a quaint old house with an old fashioned sign out front. The waiting room is in a parlor and her receptionist is an older lady who sits at a traditional secretary desk. I love how old fashioned they are and it makes the visits much less overwhelming for me. There are no nurses or medical assistants so Dr. Danica comes out herself to bring me to the exam room. She’s petite with dark hair worn in a low bun and wear glasses. She’s kind but very serious and no-nonsense.

“Good afternoon, Ally,” she greets me as we walk to the back. I’m asked to stand on the mechanical scale in the hallway while she balances the weights. “No recent gain or loss. Good for you. Let’s go into the exam room.” She leads me to the room. Again, it is very old fashioned with an exam table in the middle next to a Mayo stand, several closed cabinets, a sink and a desk with some paperwork.

“Go ahead and disrobe then you can take a seat on the table.” Every exam begins with me stripping down to my birthday suit. I don’t really mind it anymore and Andrew thinks it’s best practice for me to be examined nude.

This visit is no different, I remove every stitch of my clothing and take a seat on the table. “So, your appointment notes state some rectal pain during sex?” She asks looking at my chart.

I nod “Yes it just started yesterday but it’s getting unbearable…” I tell her honestly.

“I see. Well we have to take a look of course. And I’m not going to be able to get a rectal temperature with your possible infection back there so I’m afraid we’re going to have to take it in your vagina. Please lay back and place the soles of your feet together.”

I don’t argue but I’m a little curious as I’ve never had my temperature checked in my vagina before. She opens a drawer and pulls out a digital thermometer that looks like an ear thermometer but with a longer probe tip on it. I brace myself as she approaches me and opens my labia with one hand before sliding the probe tip into my vagina. We wait like this for just a minute and the numbers flash up. Thank goodness it’s quick, I think as she pulls it out from my vagina and they both look at the number. “Slightly elevated,” she clicks her lips. I wonder if it’s an infection.

Dr . Danica places the thermometer on the Mayo stand then approaches me with her stethoscope. She listens to my heart, lifting my breasts as the does so, then moves to my lungs by placing it on my bare back. I’m then asked to lie back as she presses on my tummy, even down around my vulva. Andrew stands next to the exam table and looks on.

“Right then,” she says as she opens a door in the cabinet. “Up on your knees with your bottom in the air. Let’s take a look.”

I knew this was going to have to happen eventually, so I move into the requested position. It’s slightly mortifying to essentially get into a doggy style position while naked in front of my husband and my doctor.

She snaps on a pair of gloves and begins lubing up an anoscope. “I’m going to place this in your rectum so I can see inside,” she informs me without delay. Since my cheeks are already spread apart in this position, all she has to do is angle the scope at my anus and slowly advance it inside.

My rectum is terribly sore, and even with the lube the anoscope is painful. I whimper a bit as Andrew rubs my hair. “You’re doing great,” he tells me. “Just a little longer”

Once inside, Dr Danica removes the obturator and shines a penlight up my behind. She says nothing as she turns the scope around looking at all the walls of my rectum. Eventually she replaces the obturator and removes the scope.

“Your rectal wall is pretty irritated.” She informs me as she removes the gloves. I’m going to give you a shot in the bottom and a prescription to take home. Don’t engage in any more rectal play until you finish the medication. And call me back if you don’t feel better.”

She prepares the injection and has me lay flat on my tummy as she buries the needle deep into my bottom cheek while I whimper into my arms. She puts a bandaid over the site and tells me to get dressed. I can pick up my script from the receptionist on the way out.

“Come on,” Andrew tells me as I finish getting dressed. “We’ll pick up your medicine and I’ll get you whatever you want for lunch.”