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But, of course, it was less than a week before she was told to report to Angine's office, where she was told to strip immediately as her superior slowly closed the door.
She wanted to hesitate—it was the middle of a business day, and the door wasn't even locked! But she did as she was told, undressing and folding her clothes meticulously until she was completely naked. Even then, she earned herself a harsh smack on the bottom.
"I want you standing at attention when you're naked in my office, Hanson! Stomach in, shoulders back, chest out!"
Darcy did her best to comply, her heavy breasts jutting obscenely out from her small frame as her elbows nearly met in the middle of her back—until she was given some help with that in the form of a tight band around them that did make them meet back there. Her ankles were bound similarly, and then she had to watch as Angine approached her breasts with some sort of device that looked like a tiny breast pump, which she applied to her nearest nipple, engorging it even further than the perpetually aroused state it lived in since she'd joined this practice. Then she slipped something down and off the end of the sucker that settled around the very base of her nipple. And squeezed. And continued to squeeze until her nipple had swollen to twice its usual size.
Then she did the same thing to her other nipple, and as she watched them puffing up, she stood in front of Darcy, squeezing and tugging them while she crammed her other hand between Darcy's legs to check her moisture level—which she had taken to doing seven or eight times a day in order to report it to the doctor. "My, my, you are quite the pain slut, aren't you, Hanson?"
She wanted to deny it. She did. She didn't think of herself at all that way. But she knew she couldn't contradict without incurring even more severe consequences than she already had to deal with. "Yes, ma'am."
Two fingers straddled her clit, rubbing rhythmically along the sides of the swollen nub.
"Say it."
"I'm a pain slut, ma'am."
"Say 'I like it when you make me hurt', Hanson."
"I like it when you make me hurt, ma'am."
"I know you do, Hanson. Hell, this entire office knows what you like and that you get punished all the time, either by me or the doctor himself. And that you're not allowed your pleasure. That you're being teased deliberately, as a part of your training and treatment." She leaned towards Darcy to whisper in her ear, "I know the doctor told you that he was going to allow you a release in a month or two. But I'm going to do everything in my power to get him to delay that. I want you teased and tortured for at least six months—maybe even a year—before you're allowed to come. If then." She leaned back and met Darcy's eyes. "But with your bad behavior, it's not likely to happen, even then. Just think about it—days and weeks and months being spanked and paddled, given big, hard to hold enemas, having your nipples clamped and squeezed like this, so that they stand out even more than they usually do. They'll spend the day like this, rubbing against your uniform."
She watched Darcy's face before she continued. "And I haven't even started your anal training yet."
Darcy sucked in a horrified breath at that thought.
She heard Angine chuckle cruelly. "You were hoping I had forgotten about that, weren't you?"
She didn't respond quickly enough, so each nipple was given a tremendous slap because of it.
"Answer me, Hanson, and it had better be the truth."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Yes, ma'am, what?"
"Yes, ma'am, I was hoping you had forgotten about it."
"About what?"
Darcy swallowed hard and said it the way she knew she was expected to. "Yes, ma'am, I was hoping you had forgotten about m-my anal t-training."
"Too bad for you, Hanson. That starts tomorrow. For today, you will wear these elastics around those pretty nipples of yours. Report to me at the end of the day and I'll see whether or not I want to remove them—or perhaps the doctor will have some suggestions at your evening spanking."
When the day finally ended, having dragged on and on as her nipples became bigger and bigger and more and terribly itchy, but of course, she wasn't allowed to do anything about either condition, the doctor rhapsodized about the size—and increased sensitivity—of her nipples, deliberately playing with them and gauging her reactions. "I bet I could make her orgasm just from this," he chuckled.
"I wouldn't, sir," Angine said casually, careful not to couch it as an order.
"Why not, Nurse?" He continued to stimulate Darcy's tender tips, even stopping to draw them into his mouth and suckle, flicking each fervently with his tongue, which at the same time soothed and inflamed her senses.
Angine cleared her throat. "I'm of the opinion that, because Hanson is so…receptive to all of the attention she's being given, even though most people would think it was negative attention, that it would be in her best interests, and ours in training her, to severely limit her culminations. Certainly, not her punishments or the frequent medical procedures she's already receiving, but she should be made to feel the full extent of her submission. She likes being punished. She likes enemas and nipple torture and pretty much anything we can dream up. And allowing her to orgasm seems like a huge reward, especially when we're correcting her multiple times a day."
The doctor looked thoughtful as he lightly slapped her nipples, delighting at the gasping breaths he heard her take each time his palm connected with her flesh.
Darcy wanted to scream at Angine to shut up, but the doctor's ministrations were actually helping her keep from doing that. The pain distracted her, made her less able to dwell on what they were talking about as her body was flooded with sensations, some of which were pain, some were pleasure, but they all seemed to end up at her clit, regardless.
"I'll take your opinions under advisement, Nurse Crawford. In the meantime, we have a punishment to see to, don't we?"
