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"You're taking way too long to obey me. Don't think about it, just do it!" In about five seconds flat, she had the new nurse standing in front of her, buck naked, having assumed the traditional virginal stance and looking at her absolutely aghast. All of the times she had been ordered to get out of her clothes quickly had taught Darcy a thing or two about how to disrobe herself—or someone else, apparently—with the utmost efficiency.
At first, she thought she might bend the girl over the back of a chair, but then she considered her age and decided to treat her like the young girl she was—if a bit younger—and put the straight-backed chair into the middle of the room, sat down on it, and hauled her over her thighs without another word.
"You can't do this!" Mandi cried indignantly, but she had no idea just how indignant she was going to have cause to get.
"Of course, I can," Darcy returned evenly as she arranged Mandi more to her liking, tipping her head further towards the floor, deliberately keeping her off balance, spreading her legs naturally by forcing her to balance atop her nearest knee, then gathering her wrists at the small of her back.
"No! You can't!"
Not bothering to answer the younger girl's protests, Darcy instead began to swat her—loud and hard—on what was her, of course, perfectly proportioned behind. "Of course, I can, and I will. You heard the doctor as well as I did. I'm responsible for you and your behavior, and I am not going to have you reflect badly on me, and I am not going to let you get me into any more trouble than I already am, even if I have to blister your behind from the time we open till the time we close, all day, every day."
Darcy wasn't hearing any more back talk, because she'd rendered Mandi completely incapable of doing so. The poor girl was too busy trying to deal with the horrible sensations Darcy was causing—the residual burning of the swats that were being applied to her backside, as well as the rapid-fire accumulation of ten more of them within a very short period of time.
In other words, Darcy was doing exactly what she had learned to do from what had been done to her. "Now. When the doctor or any of the other nurses—including and especially me—tells you to do something, you're going to do it to the very best of your abilities and as quickly as is humanly possible. You're going to be quiet and not ask too many questions, and you'd better bet that if I hear anything different about your behavior from anyone else—Heaven forbid, from the doctor or Nurse Carson—then you and I are going to be spending even more time together than I have already planned, and you're not going to like any bit of it."
She hadn't really known why she had kept it with her, but for some reason, she had taken to keeping the tawse that she had used on Angine in her pocket, and she withdrew it now. Without another word to Mandi, she brought it down with all her might onto the unsuspecting young woman's behind and continued to do so at a furious, all out pace until even the weeping and wailing had stopped, and Mandi was hanging limp over her lap.
Then she kept her there for what seemed to Mandi to be a terribly long while as her rear end continued to sizzle and burn, even though no one was touching it.
When she was finally allowed up, Darcy grabbed a hold of her hand and kept her close by, just in case, allowing her to dress again, but only as Darcy closely inspected each garment, finding a lipstick stain on the inside of her collar where no one else would know of its existence.
"Well, that's earned you a punishment this afternoon, too. I believe you're free at three. Meet me at my locker. And I'm going to expect to see you every morning at nine for a regular maintenance spanking, just in case you've done something I've missed."
Sobbing softly, Mandi managed to get herself clothed, her lower lip practically dragging on the ground at her supervisor's pronouncements. She'd barely been here two hours, and she'd already been spanked once and earned two others! She was beginning to wonder if the money was worth it, but before she had a chance to really consider it, she was dragged out of the room and back into the learning fray.
As everyone around her had been hard on her, so Darcy was equally as hard—perhaps more so—on Mandi, and that was a full-time job. She was a sweet girl and tried very hard to do what she knew she was supposed to, but she seemed to always get caught up in things she shouldn't have—like chatting incessantly with the patients instead of doing the usual intake interview that the doctor expected to be done in a timely fashion, so that when he came into the room, she was still discussing the latest episode of "American Idol" with Mrs. Rose rather than getting her vitals and her chief complaint—even if there really wasn't one and the woman was here for her regular "maintenance" appointment.
She was on time, Darcy had to give her that, but she was also forgetful and distracted, and more than a little tense—becoming more so after every punishment session she earned, because she knew that she was only a mistake away from earning more of the same—worse than the same, because it would be delivered as soon as possible to what was sure to be an already flaming behind.
Darcy was so concerned about her that she spoke to the doctor, suggesting something unusual that would require his intervention.
"Nurse Taft, would you report to the doctor's office at your earliest convenience, please." Even though it had ended with "please,” even Mandi had been there long enough to know that it was not a request.
She finished the chart she was working on and headed down the rabbit warren-y path to the nondescript door, meeting Darcy there as she did. That had her hesitating, wondering and worrying why her supervisor would be there.
Darcy sighed in exasperation as Mandi stood there with her hand on the doorknob but didn't do anything. "Are we going in, or are we going to spend the rest of the day in the hall?"
Brought out of her reverie by Nurse Hanson's sarcastic tone, Mandi opened the door.
The doctor was there, along with Nurse Carson, who flanked the doctor behind the desk. As she stood at what she had learned—the hard way—was attention, Nurse Hanson began to undress her. Mandi tried not to notice, but she wasn't doing a very good job of it as she nervously peeped and whimpered as each new field of skin was revealed to everyone's gaze.
When she was naked except for her very high-heeled platform shoes, Nurse Hanson joined the other two behind the doctor's desk. "You are here because it has been suggested that perhaps you could do with a bit of…physical counseling."
Mandi just looked confused, as Darcy had known she would.
The doctor smiled—sort of—but Darcy could have told him that his attempts just looked wolfish rather than comforting; not that he asked.
They ended up in the mirrored exam room, with Mandi lying strapped to the exam table. Darcy had done it, quickly and efficiently, and with a minimum of fuss from her trainee, for which the doctor was eternally grateful. He hated to hear a woman whine, especially when it was entirely without reason.
He was going to give her a reason shortly, though.
"Now, we're just going to take your temperature, just to make sure there's nothing else going on."
Darcy saw him pick up a butt plug thermometer that was much smaller than she had seen—or felt—before, although by the way Mandi carried on as it was being inserted, you would have thought it was the biggest one in existence, so much so that he had a gag applied immediately that managed to muffle her complaints, if only somewhat. The woman had a strident voice that carried, almost over a big wad of bandages.
"Flip her over."
She was still wearing the plug, even though it was well past the point of registering, not that Darcy was going to point this out to either of her bosses. It bobbed there quite a bit as she was rearranged, and as soon as he saw it, the doctor reached out and twisted it a whole rotation, all the way around, while Mandi tried to let her complaints be known about how he was mistreating her.
