I admit to a small measure of disappointment.
I didn't get to try out any of those clever comebacks to explain the now yellowing bruises that still decorate my derrière. The only clothes I removed for this pre-colonoscopy office visit were my shoes and my belt prior to the weigh-in. The only aspects of my physical function that were checked were my blood pressure, temperature, lungs, and heart.
As for the doctor... you know, I think she would have handled whatever I chose to say without blinking and without judgment. Still, I'm happier not having to test her.
Of course, there are more chances in the weeks and months to come.
In the end, though (ouch!), it is only about belonging to my Master.
About serving him.
About pleasing him.
About obeying him.
About yielding to him.
And about the extraordinary sense of safety and security I get from complete submission.
My butt still hurts
a week after it was beaten.
And I rejoice in every pang.