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But he knew that, with her, he had struck the jackpot, that she would take to his particular style of staff training like a duck to water, even more so than the rest of the staff, because this one would have a guilty conscience he could exploit for even the smallest of misbehaviors.
Like daydreaming in the middle of a patient's exam.
But he was disappointed to find that her uniform was spotless, as was her makeup—heavy enough to cover any blemishes, but light enough to still look quite natural. Her hair was up in a neat bun. It wasn't the hairstyle he preferred, but he bowed to practicality in that. It was just easier to have them keep their hair back, especially when they were dealing with women in pain—or the ultimate pleasure—who might grab at anything they could to try to get him to stop—or continue—doing what he was doing to them.
He reached down and lifted the hem of her uniform—although it was already almost criminally short—to see that she was also wearing the prescribed frilly white garter with lace topped hose, as well as a white lace thong, and he could tell that she'd shined the tops of her nurse's shoes, only, of course, they weren't the usual. He'd found a very small shop on the internet that would make exactly what he wanted, which was an almost business like pump in white patent leather, with inch-and-a-half hidden platforms and five inch stilettos. They didn't quite reflect up the way he'd wanted them to, but they were just demure enough to get by the patients and slutty enough that, when he saw them on the long, leggy blondes he preferred to hire, he got harder every single time.
"Take off your shoes and hand them to me."
She almost turned and looked at him, almost asked, "What?" because the order startled her so much, but she steeled herself against it and, instead, did exactly as he asked, lifting each foot up behind her to slip them off.
He inspected each carefully, and she thought she was fine until he turned them over and began to shake his head and tsk, giving Darcy a gnawing feeling in the pit of her stomach that only increased as he spoke. "This will not do, Darcy. Not at all." Instead of giving them back to her, he showed her what her downfall had been. "You obviously buffed the tops; I can see that. But you left the bottoms entirely untouched."
She could see how dirty they were and that there was gum stuck to the bottom of one of them—but she would never have thought to clean the bottom of her shoes.
He always came up with something that would ratchet up the level of punishment for her. Always. She didn't know if he did it with the other girls, but he always did it with her. None of her punishments were ever as they had been described by him in the beginning—short, sharp reminders to follow the rules. They always ended up being exactly what this was going to be—long and drawn out, thoroughly and deliberately embarrassing and humiliating.
She knew that without a shadow of a doubt when she heard a particularly throaty car turn into the parking lot.
Jared watched her eyes as she realized they weren't going to be alone while she was being chastised.
This was the first time he was going to have someone else there with her while he punished her, and he was very interested in how she would react to it. She was a strange little thing who kept largely to herself, but he found himself infinitely intrigued by her responses to him, especially considering their strength and the fact that nothing he'd done yet had seemed to deter them.
He thought she might be a true submissive, although completely untrained, and he intended to cultivate her as such for himself, slowly but surely. He didn't care how long it took, but eventually, he knew that she would be entirely his and the idea of instructing her to that level—where she would obey him immediately and without question, no matter what he required of her—kept him giving her more attention than any other member of his staff.
But the addition of Angine was two-fold, because not only would he get to see how she dealt with being handled intimately by a woman, but it would also serve to placate Angine, who, prior to Darcy being hired, had been his hands-down favorite.
Darcy knew she was supposed to remain stock still—at attention, with her head forward—until she was told to do otherwise, and she did, although her eyes were wide. She began to breathe much more heavily, and her now bare feet itched to run out the door and never come back. But the bills she had received in the mail last night danced through her mind, and she knew she was going to stay right where she was. She didn't want anyone else to witness her complete mortification—how he managed to reduce her, in a humiliatingly short amount of time, to the level of a trapped beast trying to free itself from its tormentor—least of all Angine, who she already knew didn't like her and would definitely enjoy seeing her that way, if only to lord it over her later and probably crow to the rest of the staff about what a baby she was.
There was the politest of knocks on the door, and the doctor answered it, greeting Angine warmly and thanking her for taking the time to assist him with Darcy's continuing education, as if this was some sort of class that was sanctioned by the licensing board.
Her answer was depressingly eager and delivered in a smarmy tone that had Darcy cringing inwardly. "It's my pleasure, sir. I'm always ready to help a fellow employee excel in your service."
The doctor smiled down at Angine in a way he had never done with her. "Darcy is still relatively new, as you know, and as such, I feel I have to be a bit stricter with her than I might be with one of you who has been here for a while, so that she knows I mean business and that I intend she will be as dedicated and obedient as you are." He turned his attention to the young woman who was still standing in front of his desk. "Please remove Darcy's uniform. Leave her garter and stockings, but nothing else."
She had been exposed in front of the doctor before, which was bad enough, but never one of the other nurses. But before she knew it, Angine was in front of her, reaching for the white zipper pull that hung enticingly between her breasts and drawing it all the way down until it unhooked from itself. The material was stretched so tightly around her that it burst open. All she had to do was slip it off the other girl's shoulders and Darcy was left there as Angine hung the uniform in the doctor's closet so as not to rumple it.
Then she returned to nestle a cold finger between Darcy's breasts, behind the front bra closure, bringing it forward so as to unlatch it, as the young woman's generous endowments exploded out of their confinement. Darcy bit her lip and closed her eyes against the flood of pure mortification, but she opened them again on a yelp as the other woman's fingers and thumbs reached out to viciously pinch her distended nipples.
"You do not close your eyes during a punishment, Darcy, no matter what's being done to you or by whom," she corrected harshly.
"I-I'm sorry."
Her grip on those very sensitive points didn't lessen in the least. "That's not at all what I want to hear. Try again."
Panicked that there were now two very demanding, dominant personalities she was going to have to please if she didn't want to end up spending the entire day like this, being disciplined to their hearts' content, Darcy did her best to say what she thought was wanted. And when she remembered that she knew that neither Angine nor the doctor cared whether or not she was sorry, because they were going to use this time to make her sorry, she said quietly, "Yes, ma'am." She felt thoroughly degraded to call someone who was barely three years older than she was "ma'am", but she felt it was right somehow, nonetheless.
"That's somewhat better." Angine turned to the doctor to await his command.
"You know what to do next, Angine. Put her into the correct position."
The correct position? Darcy thought. He'd always just taken her over his lap, except for one time he'd draped her over the back of a chair.
The other young woman went immediately to the doctor's desk and cleared it off completely, attached some sort of pillow like gadget at one end, flipped up what looked like padded restraints from under the rim of the top points of the desk, then grabbed Darcy with a firm hand around the back of her neck, guiding her roughly over to the newly padded edge and pressing her head down so that she had no choice but to bend over it.
The width of the pillow that had been strategically positioned in front of her forced her onto her tippy toes and brought her backside into such prominence that Darcy didn't even want to consider what an obscene picture she presented to the two of them. It was somewhat peaked in the middle, which caused her legs to fall open even further than they would have naturally, causing her to expose her intimate secrets merely by virtue of her position. A strap was applied across the back of her neck, holding her head down, and her arms were extended in front of her, as if she was flying, and anchored there with eerily comfortable cuffs that felt as if they were made of velvet pillows but with the strength of steel. She tugged experimentally on them and there was absolutely no give in them.
Then Angine squatted behind her to place some sort of cuff on the inside of each of her knees that she then used to pry her legs even further apart, such that even the barest tips of her toes no longer touched the carpet and the lower half of her body simply hung there, suspended in midair.
