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But she hadn't seen—or felt—anything yet.
Her legs were secured well apart from each other, her butt high in the air, her arms extended out with her wrists bound to the top corners of the table.
"My, my, my, Mandi. You do have a mouth on you, don't you?" he asked no one in particular as he strolled to the mirrored door that was the cabinet where the implements were stored, perusing them thoughtfully for a while before selecting a long, ruler like length of Lexan that had Darcy cringing at the thought of that thing being brought down on her own rear end. She was very surprised it hadn't been already. "I'm glad Nurse Hanson brought it to my attention."
Even though she was facing away from him, she could watch him in the mirrors, beginning to keen in earnest when she saw what was in his hand.
"Now, I know you haven't been here very long, and Nurse Hanson tells me that you're never late, that you're very good with the patients, and that you're just as pleasant to the staff. I've also heard that you're distracted to the point that you forget things or don't do them completely, and that you're resistant to the discipline Nurse Hanson has used to try to help you adapt to your new workplace.
"Now, I know Nurse Hanson. She's very conscientious, and she's not going to be any too happy with someone she thinks isn't making her best effort, especially since your misbehavior puts her pretty ass on the line, too, and believe me, it's been on that line quite a bit, and she's definitely not looking for more.
"But, here I am, taking time out of my busy day to deal with you, when I could be with a patient making money. And you can bet that you're not going to be the only one in this room to have to pay for that. I imagine you already know that that's going to trickle down to you, though." He eyed Darcy for a moment, who did her best not to gulp nervously at the thought.
There was no warm up. There was nothing beyond that lecture before he lay that twelve-inch length across those quivering buttocks, creating an inch-wide line of angry red flesh that stood up and began to swell immediately—as did the others that followed in quick succession.
At first, it was apparent that Mandi was sobbing and wailing because of that first, new layer of assault on her tender flesh. It must've been horrifyingly painful, Darcy thought. She couldn't really even remember the first time the doctor had disciplined her. There were too many others afterwards that crowded it out of her mind.
And then everyone heard the quality and tone of her groans change—deepen and lengthen—as the next layers were added, much less systematically than the first, which was the easiest to see the evidence of and to know where to land the next stroke. The next layers were apt to cross each other three or four or five times, covering the exact same spots again and again and again, maddeningly so.
But it wasn't until her skin was near purple from his ministrations that the doctor turned to Nurse Hanson and handed her the implement. She left his side only long enough to hang it back up and close the cupboard, and by the time she got back, the lengthy part of him that was most interested in Mandi was already exposed, and he was positioning himself behind her.
"Remove her gag, Nurse Carson, please."
The room was immediately filled with her cries and pleas, still begging him to stop spanking her with that rigid plastic ruler, until she felt him snug the tip of his penis up against an opening she couldn't hope to defend.
"You're quite wet, Mandi," Doctor Brackett announced casually as he waggled himself against her, bathing the head of his cock in her juices. "I think you like all of this, otherwise, you'd be dry as the Sahara."
Slowly, very slowly, he began to stuff himself up inside her, as the three of them watched Mandi tilt back her head and scream full throttle, trying to buck and writhe to get away from that completely unavoidable invasion, not managing to dislodge—or even delay—his advance into her in the slightest.
He didn't stop until his balls hit her thighs, and then he jerked his hips forward, hard, just to make sure he'd hit bottom, causing a long, low moan from Mandi, who appeared to have surrendered to the inevitable.
Nurses Carson and Hanson watched as the doctor fucked their new coworker, taking his time, teasing her by removing himself, making her think that he was going to cease and desist, only to plunge right back into her, to the hilt, as always, and begin banging away at her again while she had to lie there and take it.
Take him.
In the end, the only scream was his of pure ecstasy as he emptied himself into her, holding her hips still for him to drill into her several more times before he finally collapsed.
Nurse Carson was ready and waiting with a wet wipe, which he used then threw away before adjusting his clothing back to the way it had been when he'd entered the room.
Before he turned to leave, he reached down to pat her swollen cheeks condescendingly, lying confidently, "I hope we won't have to have this conversation again, Mandi," since it was an inevitability that she would be back in this exact position—or one even more degrading—in less than two days' time, he'd bet.
He stopped for a second to whisper something to Nurse Carson, and then he left. The door closed and locked loudly behind him as Carson moved towards Mandi. Darcy figured they were going to release the girl, get her into her clothes and send her back to work.
But instead, Carson said, "Would you help me, please, Nurse Hanson?"
They rearranged the bedraggled and worn Mandi, who didn't look quite as pretty and untouched as she had when she had come in—probably because she'd been touched quite a lot, so that her legs were closed, ankles bound together, and then to a hook at the bottom of the table. Her other restraints remained the same.
"Please reapply her gag."
It wasn't very hard to do, since, with that pronouncement, Mandi had begun to wail again, her mouth wide open. It was an easy matter to simply stuff the same roll back into her mouth, as well as the strip that had been holding it in place was right at hand.
When Darcy saw what the other woman was doing, she realized that it was a good thing that she'd obeyed immediately.
Nurse Carson had returned to the implement cupboard and withdrawn a cane.
Chapter 9
"Change the plug, Nurse Hanson. Insert the next size up."
