I was put in the stirrups several years ago at the urologist's office. It was actually a very interesting day. I'd never been to a urologist before and had no idea what the exam would be like. I assumed that I would have the usual exam procedures of blood pressure, temp, pulse, respirations and maybe give a urine sample, talk to the doc and schedule some sort of x-ray for my back since I was experiencing a lot of back pain in the flank/kidney area. I didn't think I'd actually be put in the stirrups.
When I go to an OB/GYN, I know what not to do for 48 hours prior to the exam. No sex, no douching, no lubricants, etc. I had no idea that the same rules applied for the urologist. My appointment was scheduled for the late afternoon.
My boyfriend had been out of the country on business and had returned late the night before. He came to visit in the morning until early afternoon. He had forgotten to pack his belt, so he had to buy an expensive one from the hotel or airport gift shop since he didn't have time to shop before his meeting. I'd joked that he'd have to use it on me often to get his money's worth for the belt. So that morning, he arrived with belt in hand. He spanked me with his hands, then the belt for over a half hour. It felt amazing and I loved every second of it. I kept asking him to do it harder and harder. My bottom was completely striped with red welts and I felt so sexy. We had been attempting fisting for a while, so he spent almost an hour between my legs, fingering me and making me sum over and over until I nearly went crazy from the pleasure. We had vaginal sex, then anal sex and ended with a few more lashes with the belt before I kissed him goodbye and went off for my pre-exam bath.
I filled out the paperwork and was called back. After all my vitals were checked, the nurse handed me a cup and told me to get into the restroom and give a urine sample. I tried and tried, but was unable to produce anything at all. She knocked on the door after I'd been in there a while and asked if everything was okay. I told her I wasn't able to go. She said, "Oh, don't worry, the doctor can just cath you." THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, went my heart. Holy shit! Did she just say he was going to cath me? I hadn't even thought of that. Mind you, cathing is a fetish of mine, though I have never done it in an erotic encounter, only at the doctor's office and hospital. I tried again to give a sample, but nothing was coming out. Soooooooo...
I went into the exam room and the nurse gave me a gown to wear and I waited for the doctor to arrive. He came into the room and I was surprised at how handsome he was. I've always had a thing for older men and he was at least in his 60's and had gorgeous white hair, glasses, kind smile and stunning blue eyes. He introduced himself and shook my hair... Soft, gentle hands that a girl could get used to.
He asked me about my medical history and when I finished he had me lie back in the stirrups. I don't know if it is the same for guys, but girls always have to scoot to the end of the table and our bottoms are almost halfway off the table. It's hell on the small of our backs, but what can we do? It hit me that with my bottom exposed and hanging off the table, he could see the red marks on the back of my thighs and on my bottom. Part of me wanted to blush, but another part of me was turned on that he could see what I'd been doing.
He gave me a brief gyno exam to feel my bladder through my vagina and commented on the strength of my muscles. I'm sure he could tell they had one hell of a workout less than an hour before. He asked if I was able to produce a urine sample and I told him that I wasn't. So he asked his nurse for a catheter tray. I don't know what size he used, but it wasn't unpleasant in the least. In fact, it was a turn on and only added to the excitement of the day. I felt so exposed to him, knowing that he knew my dark and dirty secret. His hands on my thighs, then spreading my lips apart, cleansing my urethra and inserting the catheter was so intimate it was difficult to contain myself. My arousal wasn't physically evident, but my mind was spinning. He acquired the sample, which was even more intimate to me. No man had ever seen me pee before, at least not at eye level.
He removed the catheter, helped me sit up and scheduled an IVP exam for me to see if there were any problems with my kidneys. He explained the procedure to me and give me explicit instructions on the preparation for the exam, which included everyone's favorite: magnesium citrate, dulcolax tablets and two fleet enemas. I couldn't believe my luck; talking with an older man about catheters and enemas, especially when I was still flushed from the fabulous sex I'd had earlier that afternoon. You know, I'm not a smoker, but after that exam, I sure felt like I needed one.