Marija had wanted to be a doctor ever since she was a little girl. All through high school and college she had studied hard, even to the detriment of her social life. She was pretty in an ordinary way, not a statuesque beauty. She had a neutral shade of brown hair that her mother frequently reminded her looked like it was going gray already but wasn't, which she usually wore in a pony tail to avoid having to take the time to do anything else with it. She had the kind of skin that burns red easily, and freckles, and was mostly pale from spending time indoors. She was petite, but not without a butt that she always saw as too prominently sticking out. In her own assessment she'd rate herself a 5 out of 10, but most of the young men at her school would have said 7 at least, but this was irrelevant because she so rarely had time to spend with any of them.
Her hard work paid off. She was very excited to get into one of her top choices for medical school. Only a week or two into the semester, it was already getting tougher than she ever expected, and she had started to sit up all night studying. She was so nervous about failing out of med school that she couldn't sleep if she tried, so she filled the hours with pouring over the textbooks again. She was too nervous and too busy to eat, and began to look a bit thinner and paler to those around her. After a while her body was mostly running on coffee.
All of which led up to the day, three weeks in, when she was sitting and watching Dr. Stephens' lecture.. trying to keep her eyes open.. Trying to keep her mind on his words, and not on his body. She didn't know how old he was, just that he was clearly older than herself but clearly younger than her father, but whatever he was, he was in good shape for a man his age. He was tall and thin, but you could sometimes make out through his shirt that he was lean but muscular. Did he work out? How could he have time to work out, being a doctor in the hospital and also teaching classes? And his hair was golden with just a few threads of silver. And his hands were wiry, like a pianist's hands, but strong looking... And then she lost consciousness, right in the middle of class.
She woke up in a hospital room. She didn't know how she got there, or how long she had been there. For a long time, she sat motionless, trying to recall anything, but the last thing she remembered was sitting in class.
A knock at the door. A nurse, an older woman, matronly. She poked her head into the room and said, "Oh I see you're awake. I'll go tell him".
Before she could ask, tell who?, the woman was gone.
Dr. Stephens strode into the room, looking concerned.
"How did I get here?", was all Marija could think to say.
"I had you brought here after you collapsed in the middle of my lecture. I asked around with some of your classmates, and they were pretty worried about you. You're going to burn yourself out young lady. I want you to relax. That's why you're here."
"Oh... ok. I'll try. Let me get back to my dorm.."
"No. I want you to relax, not go back to your habits. I need you to stay right here for a few days at least.."
Marija just stared at the wall, not believing what she was hearing.
"I want you to rest, stay in bed, eat your food and drink nothing but water. I'm not giving you access to your textbooks, or your laptop, or your smartphone, because you'll just use those to work yourself up trying to study again. There is a library of books down the hall. I have carefully made sure it contains nothing you could mistake for medical or other textbooks, it's mostly paperbacks donated to the hospital. And of course you can watch TV if you want. All of your things are safe in a hospital locker and will be returned to you when you check out. Is that clear?"
"You may have visitors only during posted hours."
Marija nodded again, although she actually didn't know anyone yet at this school who would think about her enough to come visit her in the hospital.
She thought for a moment, then said, "I've got to get out of here. Sorry.."
She pulled the sheet and blanket off, and was actually surprised to see for the first time that someone had removed all of her clothing and dressed her in a pink polka-dotted hospital gown, cloth not paper. It didn't come down anywhere near to her knees, her legs and feet were bare. And her legs needed a good shave, what a thing to notice at a time like this. She had started to lift her legs to swing them off the bed but she immediately threw them back down to make sure the gown didn't ride all the way up her thighs. Oh, shit, she realized.. I'm not even wearing any underwear. This must be what he meant when he said her "things" would be returned to her! Her hands involuntarily went to the bottom edge of the gown, pulling it as far down as possible. The shock of embarrassment overtook her impatience to leave. How had she been so unaware of herself to not know what she was wearing? And her she'd just uncovered herself looking ridiculous like this in front of...
"I don't believe I made myself clear, Marija. I'm concerned enough about you that I've placed you on an involuntary hold. You are here for 72 hours or until I decide you can leave. Do you understand?".
"Do you understand?"
Now, while I'm here.. I was able to conduct some examinations of you while you were out (the thought of this filled her with dread! had he been the one to take off all of my clothes, she wondered?), but there are other things I need to check now that you are awake.
Dr. Stephens grabbed the rolling chair that was in the room, and and pulled it over to the side of the bed, and sat down. He took a stethoscope out of his pocket.
"Sit up, Marija"
She sat up on the bed, with her legs still stretched out in front of her, supporting herself with her hands. There was a small mirror on the wall she was facing, and a somewhat larger one on the wall behind her. In the little mirror, she could see a reflection of a reflection of her back. Her hair had been untied from its pony tail by her caretakers, and it was now falling down past her shoulders. Dr. Stephens' hand gathered her hair up, and placed it over her right shoulder, uncovering her white neck and top of the back of the gown. The gown was tied closed at the top, and in the middle, with strings like shoelaces.
The doctor placed one hand on her left shoulder, and with his other hand, pulled at the end of the string. What is he doing now, she wondered. The knot gently, slowly unraveled, the strings fell to the side, and the top of the gown opened under its own weight, revealing her bare freckled back.
She shivered, but not from cold.
The doctor took a stethoscope, and placed the earpieces in his ears, and tapped on the diaphragm to ensure it was in working order. He pulled the gown open as wide as it would go, as it was still held by yet another set of laces, and placed the hard metal stethoscope between her shoulders. The thing felt like ice, and she shivered again, this time from actual cold.
"Inhale", he ordered. "Exhale". She did as she was told, silently.
He moved the stethoscope to a different part of her back, and repeated.
He took the instrument off her back momentarily, and she wondered if he was finished?
But... no. Oh, what now. She could see him tug at the lower shoelace string in the middle of her back. He grabbed it so lightly that if not for the mirror, she would not have known at all. Yet, it came undone quickly. He pulled the gown open down to the middle of her back, and placed the stethoscope again. How, she wondered, did it seem even colder this time?
He took the scope off of her skin again, and she assumed he was done, and started to move her hands to retie the laces.
"I did not tell you to move. Leave those alone! However, if you are tired if sitting up like that, you may lay back down"
She did so, eager to get her bare back out of his view. Again, her hands reflexively went to the bottom of the gown to ensure it kept its place.
He grabbed her left hand. He pulled her arm up into the sleeve of the gown, inside the gown, and then back down again. Now the left side of the front of her gown was not attached to her arm at all, but just sort of draped over her by gravity. She dared not move any more. She became conscious of the heaving motion of her chest as she breathed, and that the thin cloth was moving up and down and sliding on her skin with the slightest motion.
He folded the edge of the gown down, uncovering her breast down almost to the nipple. Oh holy fuck, she thought.
He placed the stethoscope on the left side of her chest, and and told her to breathe. She inhaled slightly, trying not to move.
"Deeper, Marija. Relax and breathe like normal".
She did as she was told, and to her horror she could see her left nipple poking out from the edge of the cloth. It was rock hard.
Without mentioning it, the doctor pulled the gown back up to her shoulder. "You may put your arm back in now".
She quickly put her arm through the sleeve, and put it back down by her side.
Without getting out of the chair, he rolled it down to the foot of the bed, near her nervous bare feet. Her toenails were painted a light shade of pink, one of her few nods to conventional attempts to look pretty. She enjoyed wearing nice shoes, including open toed ones.
He took a pallpoint pen out of his pocket, but did not remove the cap. He grabbed her milk-white right foot, and dragged it across the sole.
It tickled. Bad. She squirmed, and jerked her foot away.
"Just checking your nerves and reflexes. Hold still".
She reluctantly re-extended her leg. He held her foot firmly this time, and repeated his previous action. This time she only spread her toes involuntarily, as she held her breath to avoid laughing.
"Hmm..", he said. He poked the cap of the pen between her toes.
"Whoah!", she kicked her foot up, almost hitting him in the face.
"I see", he remarked with a slight smile. He took the cap off the pen, and holding her foot down, *wrote* something she could not see on the sole!
She could not help herself and giggled out loud. "Are you finished with that?"
"We have to do the other foot too".
He did the same thing to the left foot. This time, after poking between the toes without breaking her resolve to hold still, he dragged the cap down both edges of the sides of the sole, and when it was about halfway down the inner side she couldn't stand it. She kicked, hard, but he was holding her better this time. He took the cap off the pen and again wrote something on the sole.
"Now, Marija, you are going to need to do a better job of doing as I tell you. So far it has been just warnings, but from now on every time you cause me any trouble, there is going to be punishment. Is that clear?"
"WHat... what kind of punishment?"
"If it comes to that, I will decide".
"Now, hold perfectly still"
Dr. Stephens grabbed her right leg, and pulled it straight up into the air. Then holding her thigh upright, forcibly bent the knee. He seemed to be checking the flexibility of her joints. She was terrified of what this was doing to the bottom of her gown, but he didn't seem to be looking down there. Thank God! He repeated the same awful procedure with the other leg.
"Sit up", he commanded.
She sat up, and he carefully retied the laces on the back of the gown. Finally! she thought.
"Stand up, and follow me", he said grabbing her hand.
"B.. but I can't go anywhere like this! Get me my clothes. Get me a robe or something"
"Stand up!" he said again. "The gown is fine".
"We need to check your eyes, to see if eyestrain is contributing to your problems, but I don't have what I need in here. We need to go down to the ophthalmology department. "
"Is... it far?"
"No. Just at the other end of the hall, and down the elevator. I'll be with you all the way".
"Ok, Doctor. Whatever you say..", she intoned nervously.
"Now, remember what I told you about punishment?"
"I warned you, and to show you I was serious..."
He untied the top lace of her gown!
"... I am going to have to give you a very minor punishment.."
He untied the bottom lace! The gown started to flop open, but she immediately put both hands behind her back to close it over her lower back and buttocks.
"Those stay untied until we get to ophthalmology. You seem overly concerned about them anyway. Future punishments will be more severe. Do you get it now?"
"Ok, let's go".
He put his hand between her shoulders, and pushed her gently towards the door and out into the hall.
This was the first time Marija had seen the hallway, since it had not been visible from her bed when when the door was open. It was lined with doors, some of them open, and she walked past them she could see other patients in their beds, and nurses interacting with them. Oddly, many of the other patients were wearing pajamas, and some of them were wearing robes. She passed an older man on his way from the bathroom, and he was wearing pajamas, a robe, and slippers. He looked at Marija and smiled. She couldn't look him him in the eye, she felt naked. She held the back of her gown tightly, and walked slowly one bare foot at a time on the cold tile floor.
"Marija, I don't have all day for this. What are you going so slowly for?", said Dr. Stephens. His words were impatient, but his tone of voice was calm.
"Sorry, Doctor. I just.. you see, I'm not wearing anything under this gown, and..."
"And?", Dr. Stephens leaned in close towards Marija, semi-trapping her against a wall.
"Well, I'm trying to be careful"
"Why?", he said almost in her ear.
"I don't want any of these people to see my, you know"
"What?", he whispered directly in her ear, his breath on her neck.
"My bare bottom", she whispered back.
"Well you should have thought about that earlier. But I see maybe this punishment is causing you too much stress. I'm not rescinding my decision, but here.. walk with me."
He put his hand on her back, and grabbed the two sides of her gown, holding them closed for her. He kept his hand on her back the rest of the way down the hall to the elevator. She was acutely aware of how low on her back his hand was, it was right up in the small of her back. But she walked faster now that she no longer had to manage the gown herself.
At the elevator, the layout of the buttons made it clear to Marija for the first time that they were on the 4th floor. Dr. Stephens pushed the button for the 2nd floor, and they waited for the elevator to appear. Marija crossed her fingers hoping there would be no one on it.
Unfortunately, it was occupied. There was an old woman in wheelchair, and the wheelchair was being pushed by a young man in scrubs. He was tall, dark black skin, with a shaven head and a small beard at the point of his chin. He was probably about three years older than Marija. He cracked a smile at the both of them, but said nothing.
The elevator stopped at the third floor, and the young man pushed the wheelchair out and down the hall. The door started to close, and Marija breathed a sigh of relief.
But it was not to be. A boy of about 16 or 17 years old put his arm into the door to stop it from closing, and stepped in insistently. His eager eyes immediately bored into Marija, mentally stripping off the insubstantial gown. There are three kinds of people who are most unable to control the wanderings of their eyes: the very young, the very old, and the very drunk. As long as he doesn't say anything, thought Marija.
"Hi. What are you in here for", the boy said cluelessly. He was wearing jeans, vans sneakers, and a hooded sweatshirt, but the hood was down behind his back. He had sandy brown hair, styled with bangs. He was, to girls his own age, considered cute. Marija had no time for him. She said nothing.
"I'm just here to visit my mom", continued the boy, unaware he was being ignored on purpose.
There an awkward moment of silence as Marija continued to say nothing.
"Son, I hope your mother is doing OK, take care", said Dr. Stephens as the elevator stopped at the 2nd floor, and he hustled Marija out the door.
"Bye", said the boy, not to the Doctor but to Marija, as the door closed in front of his face.
Thank god, though Marija, the ophthalmology department was right here, according to a sign.
She was shown by the doctor into a room that was far worse than she'd expected: it had its own waiting room, and its own receptionist desk, and, of course, a group of eye patients who were all fully clothed, waiting on their appointments. There were several old people, and a middle-aged woman with small boy, and a young woman about her own age. Marija wouldn't look at any of them.
"Don't worry, you won't have to wait, we don't need to see a specialist", said Dr. Stephens to Marija.
He turned to the receptionist and said, "we just need to use one of your exam rooms".
"I'm sorry Doctor, there aren't any empty right now."
"I'll be right back", he said. "Don't let this one leave"
Doctor Stephens disappeared down a different hallway, leaving Marija alone at the reception desk, clutching the back of her gown. He was gone for several minutes, and it seemed like an eternity.
"Excuse me", Marija said to the receptionist, "may I go to the bathroom?"
"I'm sorry sweetie", said the large middle aged woman behind the desk. "He said you need to wait here".
"Oh, I should have told him I had to, I didn't think it was going to take this long"
"Oh honey. I know.", and then she leaned in close, "look, I know he's being kind of demanding on you. He... sometimes does this kind of thing to his students. He says its educational for them."
Marija whispered back, "he does this to all his students?"
"No, no, sweetie", said the big woman. "Only the tender morsels. He does it about once a year, to just one, always to a real young, pretty one"
"Oh", said Marija. She knew she'd just been called pretty. In fact she had just been told that Dr. Stephens must think she was pretty. "But I think if I have to stand here much more, I'm going to wet the floor"
"Ok, ok, but don't tell him", she said, and motioned Marija towards yet a different hallway. Immediately on the left was a ladies room, and she was glad to see it. She tried the door, and it was locked. She was about to knock, when she could hear someone actually defecating inside. Ew, she thought. I'll wait... but how long do I have? She heard a massive and disgusting fart, recoiled in horror, and knew it was going to be a while.
Across the hall was a men's room. Hmm... I wonder if it's occupied? She tapped on the door, no response. She tried the knob, and it opened. Inside was a sink, a single toiled, and urinal. She dashed in hoping no one saw her go into the wrong bathroom, and locked the door.
As soon as she had finished and washed her hands, she heard a knock at the door, and her heart stopped. It was going to be a man. Oh well, she steeled up her nerves and opened the door.
It was Doctor Stephens. He looked neither pleased nor particularly surprised to see her there.
"Come with me", he said, and put his hand on her back to guide her around various turns until they came to an open exam room. He put a piece of paper draping on what looked like a dentist's chair, and sat her down in it. He dimmed the lights, and turned on a projector. It projected a series of letters and numbers on the opposite wall.
She was forced to read progressively smaller sets of letters and numbers, with first one eye and then the other. She made it all the way to the smallest size, her vision was fine. He turned the projector off and turned the lights back on. She assumed it was time to go, but he stepped over the door and closed it.
"You disobeyed again, Marija, I told you to wait"
"But.. I really had to go!"
"I realize that, but I have no choice but to discipline you. You need to learn to do as you are told. Stand up"
She stood, grasping the gown behind.
Dr. Stephens opened a drawer and took out a pair of scissors, and stepped behind Marija. She heard four quick snips.
He held out his hand, and showed her he was holding four pink strings, the ties from the back of her gown.
"I was going to re-tie these for the walk back. Now they stay off for the 72 hours. When your gown is changed, I'll instruct the nurse to cut these off the new one. You understand why this happened?"
"Because I didn't do what you said"
"Right. Now let's get back to your room. Your eyes are fine"
Back in Marija's room, Dr. Stephens said, "now, you just voided your bladder, so you missed your chance to give a urine sample. That mean's you're going to have to collect one the next time you have to go"
He placed an empty plastic bottle on the counter in the room.
"Take this to the bathroom, and fill it up, whenever you can. The nurse will collect it. I've got other duties to attend to. Try to relax now. I will see you tomorrow, or between 3:30-5:00 in my office if you need to talk about anything else today. The nurse can tell you where my office is. Get some rest"
After the doctor left, Marija settled into bed and watched TV for a while, and was soon asleep. When she awoke, she wasn't sure how much later, she did feel the urge to pee again.
She got up and got the bottle, and started out the door, but stopped at the threshold. She looked out in the hall, saw people walking, and grabbed the blanket off her bed and wrapped it around herself. It was the first time she was able to walk without feeling so exposed in the skimpy gown. She was mildly proud of herself for thinking of it.
She came back with a full bottle of urine and a feeling of mild accomplishment, and fell back to an even sounder sleep.
When she awoke, the bottle was gone, presumably collected by the nurse. But also, the blanket and sheets were gone from the bed, she was laying on a bare mattress. There was a post-it note on the mattress, it read, "misuse of hospital equipment will result in loss of access to said equipment, by doctors' orders".
Marija was furious. She got up and stormed to the nurses' station down the hall, holding her gown closed behind her.
"May I help you?", asked the old nurse.
"Yes, you need to hell me where Dr. Stephens' office is, I need to talk to him right now"
"His office is 407B, but he's not seeing patients in their right now. It is after 5pm. You'll have to wait until tomorrow"
Marija didn't care, she knew she was on the 4th floor, so she wandered off to look for 407. When she found it, the door was open so she walked right in without knocking.
It was not what she expected.
It was a hospital room, and an old woman was in bed, watching TV.
"Oh hello there dearie, are you lost?"
"No I'm not lost! Where is Dr. Stephens? I need to see him right now!", said Marija angrily.
"Oh my", said the woman. She hit a button on the intercom beside her bed, "nurse! nurse!"
"What is it, Mrs. Fisher?"
"There's someone in here looking for a Doctor. Doctor Stephens?!"
The voices on the other end could be heard to mutter, "someone must be mixed up, Mrs. Fisher is in 407A, and Dr. Stephens is in 407B in the other tower... hang on, I'm coming over there.."
Marija realized what the situation was, and quickly left. She got on the elevator, and looked at a fire-exit plan of the building. It looked like to get to the "A" rooms, you had to go down to the first floor, walk over to the other side of it, and then go up a different elevator. Could she do all that? She kind of had to now, she was probably going to get in trouble anyway whether she went to his office or not!
The elevator door opened and first floor, and it was the main floor of the hospital. She could see the main check-in area, beyond that the main waiting room, and beyond that, the exit! She briefly considered just making a run for the exit, wondering how far she could get before they caught her.
"Well, well, it's a little lost lamb", said a male voice.
She turned, and it was the young man who had been pushing the old woman before in the wheelchair. He still had the wheelchair, but it was now empty.
Marija assumed she'd been "busted", and almost started to cry.
"Can I help you find anything?", he asked.
Marija realized that this guy had no idea who she was or where she was supposed to be, so she bucked up her courage and said, "can you please take me to 407B?"
"Sure, hop in this wheelchair, I'll give you a ride straight there", he said, seemingly unaware of what he was participating in.
On the way down the first floor hallway, he stopped several times to joke with various men and flirt with various women. He even ran into the teenage boy from earlier, who was this time with his father. Marija sat there listening to them discuss the conditions of the man's wife, while she could feel the eyes of both father and soon undressing her. The father looked almost exactly like the son except older, and therefore naturally less likely to be dismissed by Marija as she'd always had a liking for older guys, but this situation... creepy. He was standing there talking about his wife's illness while his eyes kept darting up and down her pale young legs. Was he even looking at her feet?!
Finally, they got on the B elevator, and headed up to the 4th floor. The young man knocked, and said, "Dr. Stephens, a patient to see you"
"There must be some mistake Mason, my office hours are over.."
"But Doctor, she's here now"
"Ok, send her in.."
Marija said "thank you so much, you just don't know how much you saved my life".
Mason replied, "anytime" as he patted her on the back while she headed into the door.
Dr. Stephens looked up from his desk.
"I don't know who you convinced to let you up here, but this is not the time. I am very busy grading these papers, I will see you tomorrow, Marija. You're supposed to be resting"
"But Doctor, I can't take this anymore. First you tell me I can't leave, then you make me wear this.. this! (pointing at the gown), then you cut the straps off it, now you let them take my blankets?! I'm going to get cold in the night!"
"There is a thermostat in the room. You could have handled this with the nurses. You need to go back right now"
"Doctor why are you doing this to me?", she started to cry a little bit.
"Calm down, I'm going to tell you", he said without getting up from his desk. "Close the door and sit down", he said point to a chair across from himself.
"There are two reasons you're here. You're going to be a doctor someday, Marija. A good one. You need to understand what it's like to be a patient, under the control of people like me. People like you are going to be when we are done with you. This is my only chance to show you, while you're still raw, while you're still tender, and innocent.. when it can really make a difference. Secondly, and more personally, I believe you need to learn to give up control and let someone else run things from time to time, or you're going to burn yourself out. I am going to keep you here until you learn to relax and give in and take comfort in doing whatever I tell you"
"Comfort?! How can I be comfortable like this? They won't give me anything else to wear, and it doesn't hardly cover my.. cover me up"
"It covers you well enough, and you need to behave if you want to keep as much as you currently have."
She was furious. What was he threatening now? "But, I can't even walk around without worrying about all these total strangers seeing my.." (she leaned forward and spoke softer, as if telling a secret) .."bare bottom".
"Do you realize why I make you wear that ridiculous gown? It's because you need to be reminded of your current status and position. Your, as you so adorably insist on calling it, 'bare bottom' is available to us. That gown is open in the back to remind you that I and every other medical professional you encounter in this hospital has access to your body, when we need it for medical reasons. There's a reason we don't make the normal patients wear it. We care about their dignity. Dignity is not a concern for you. You need to learn to let go."
"W...w.. what are you going to do to me now?", she asked sheepishly, knowing some new punishment was on the way.
Dr. Stephens got up and walked around the front of his desk.
"The regular patients at this hospital have their temperature taken orally every day with a modern digital thermometer. But for you...", he reached into a container on his desk and pulled out a large glass thermometer with a giant bulb on the end. "You're going to get a slightly more old-fashioned treatment."
"Oh... ok. May I please go now?"
Marija pictured herself gagging on that huge glass bulb in her mouth. She had never given oral sex to a man before, but she had seen pictures a few times, and she thought the thermometer looked like a glass penis.
"Oh, I'm going to demonstrate for the first time myself. To get you used to it", said Dr. Stephens as he was putting on rubber gloves.
"Oh, ok but please get it over with", she said, opening her mouth wide and sticking out her tongue.
He laughed. "You can't possibly think this is an _oral_ thermometer? Come bend over my lap, he said as he sat down on his desk.
"You mean? It goes.. back there?"
"Yes, Marija. This is how they did it in the past. Especially to little girls. And you have been acting very much like a little girl today. Now don't make this any worse", he said slapping his knee.
Marija leaned over his lap, and let go of her gown. The gown fell silently aside, exposing her buttocks to his view.
"Now now, it will be over soon", he reassured, while applying lubricant to his gloved fingers.
He rubbed a greasy rubber finger into the crack of her ass, and parted her cheeks. She whimpered. "But.. nothing's ever been up there.."
"Shh!", he inserted a finger into her anus.
Oh my god, holy shit, she thought. His fingers in my ass. She knew, in abstract, that becoming a doctor was going to mean dealing with this kind of thing, but she had never really thought about it directly, personally. Yet, here she was, over the lap of this man that she had a crush on, with his finger in her ass. He worked his finger in and out, lubricating her tight little hole.
"Oh", she moaned.
"Now the thermometer is going in. Don't tense up your muscles, Marija. This old thing is made of thick strong glass, but there's still a slight chance you could break it.."
The big hard glass thermometer penetrated her helpless butthole. She still imagined it as a glass penis. An erect glass penis violating her.
"Oh please Doctor, don't leave it in very long. I want to go."
"We have to wait two minutes", he said, looking at the second hand of his watch.
The two minutes was excruciating long. She lay there with the hard cold foreign object in one of the most carefully guarded chambers of her body, trying not to burst into tears. She was, however, intensely aroused. Her pussy was very wet, and she could smell it, and she knew he could too.
"Now, see, if you can't take comfort yet, you can at least take... pleasure", he whispered very quietly, leaning down towards her ear.
Finally, he pulled it out.
"M..may I go now?"
"Almost. That was your punishment for invading my working time. Now, I still need to punish you for being so rude to that poor boy today. His mother could die soon. You could at least have been nice to him. You're going to be a doctor, you're going to have to deal with patients' families... as human beings.."
He removed the glove from his hand, and smacked her hard across the buttocks. Bare skin on bare skin.
"Ow! WHat the hell?!"
He paid her no mind, and slapped her buttocks repeatedly, until they turned bright pink.
"Now, get out of my office. I'll see you tomorrow".
On the long walk back to tower A, with her rear end smarting, she saw the boy sitting alone and forlorn at a coffee table. Hesitantly, she approached and said, "hi I'm Marija, tell me about your mom.."
"Sit down, can I get you a cup of coffee?"
Marija wanted to say yes, but remembered that Dr. Stephens had forbade her to drink caffeine.
"Decaf please", she said as she sat down. She was surprised how much it hurt to sit after the spanking, she had not been spanked by her parents since she was a very small child.
After a conversation too awkward to repeat here, in which the young man went from talking about his mother, to talking about himself, to asking Marija what was her reason for being in the hospital, to asking for her phone number which she politely refused... she returned to her room to find dinner waiting.
She slept that night, uneasily, with no bedclothes and a sore bottom.
Marija awoke in what she assumed was the morning. It was hard to tell, as there were no clocks in the room and the only window was too small and too high to tell the position of the sun, only that it was daytime. Even the television did not seem to be useful for telling the time, as it seemed to carry no normal TV channels but only channels that played movies non-stop on a loop.
She vaguely recalled being disturbed earlier, before dawn, to have her vital signs checked. She was too groggy to remember much, or even who did it, other than that it had in fact included another rectal temperature being taken, just as Dr. Stephens had promised. She imagined she could still feel it in her poor twice-violated butthole, so she knew it had really happened.
She was lying under sheets again. They had been put back onto the bed while she was asleep. Maybe Dr. Stephens had had a change of heart about that particular punishment. Maybe her unfortunate visit to his office had not been all in vain.
She looked to the side, and saw a small library cart beside the bed, holding a stack of books. About half of them looked like cheap historical romance novels, the kind her mother used to read. Most of the rest were similarly cheap and tawdry looking modern erotica. Sticking prominently out of the spine of one of the books was a folded-over piece of yellow paper. She pulled it out, and read.
"Marija: After considering your unauthorized moving about the hospital yesterday and the needless trouble it caused, I have decided it is in your best interest to keep you confined to your room until further notice. Do not bother trying the door, it is locked from the outside. Nurses will be in periodically to check on you, and may be summoned at any time using the intercom. A selection of books from the library has been provided for your perusal. Should you need to use a toilet, there is a portable one in the closet on the opposite wall from you. Otherwise, I recommend staying in bed. As you will no longer be leaving your room unattended, you no longer need a gown for your modesty, except when you leave the room under escort."
She paused reading and lifted up the sheet... sure enough, she was completely nude!
"I will be around this afternoon to perform more examinations. Please get plenty of rest. -- Dr. Stephens"
What the fuck, she thought. Now I'm even more trapped than I was before. She tried to go back to sleep, but could not. She turned on the TV and sank into a mindless state for much of the day, interrupted only by trips to the toilet, and a very bland hospital lunch served up by Mason.
Sometime in the afternoon, curiosity about the books got the best of her, and she picked one up and started reading. It was about a Victorian Englishwoman who was kidnapped, sold into "white slavery", and ended up owned by a rich man in the middle east. "Can she learn to love her cruel master?", asked the tagline on the back. It was stupid, and fairly racist, but it was sexually arousing for reasons she didn't quite understand. She started to fantasize, but not about the story, about her own cruel master Dr. Stephens. She put the book down, closed her eyes, and was just about to start rubbing her clit when a knock came at the door. She quickly tried to compose herself as if nothing had been going on. She barely had time to get her hands out from under the sheets when Dr. Stephens walked in.
Marija's humiliation turned to anger. "How can you keep me locked up like this? I haven't done anything!"
"Now now, you know you wouldn't be in this predicament if you knew how to behave. Put this on. We have an appointment to keep", and he handed her a fresh hospital gown, this one a light shade of blue-green, but also with the tie strings already cut off. Just like he had said they would be. She put the gown on under the sheet, before getting out of bed.
She followed him down the hall, clasping the back of the gown, now walking faster since she was getting used to doing it, her bare feet padding softly on the floor.
This time they took the elevator up, to the 7th floor. A sign said "Radiology", "X-Ray", "MRI". Dr. Stephens led her past waiting rooms of bored looking people. She could feel some of them look at her, peeking from behind their magazines. She did her best to turn her back on them as little as possible.
A young man in scrubs walked up. He had spiky brown hair and a stubbly beard. Marija thought he looked quite handsome. "This is John", said Dr. Stephens. "He is going to be our technician today"
They took her into a room with a large MRI machine, and instructed her to lay down on the table. She did so very carefully, meticulously, trying to keep from spreading her legs or allowing the gown to ride up. The room she was in had a large window to the waiting room. Everyone out there could see her, she thought.
"Keep your hands by your side", John told her as the motorized platform she was on slid into the giant metal ring until only her feet protruded. "Now, hold as still as possible, take a deep breath and hold it in".
She closed her eyes held her breath while the machine did its work. This went on for several more cycles of inhaling and exhaling. The platform slid back out of the machine. She was still trying to hold her breath, as she hadn't been told to exhale yet. John realized his mistake, but instead of telling her, he smiled and reached down and stroked at the bottom edge of her foot.
"AH!", Marija jumped wildly, briefly opening her legs wide and giving John, Dr. Stephens, and anyone who happened to be looking through the window a glimpse at everything under her gown. She at up on the table with her knees locked together and glared at them.
"Sorry about that, but it does say 'touch here!' on the bottom of your foot", John chuckled.
"Look for yourself", he said.
As carefully as possible not to open her gown and expose her crotch again, Marija turned the sole of her right foot towards her. On the bottom of her foot, in blue ink, was clearly written "TOUCH HERE", and arrow pointing straight at the place where John had poked her.
"And the other one too"
She carefully, slowly swapped the position of her legs so she could see her left foot, and it said "POKE HERE", with an arrow pointing up to a spot between her toes.
She glowered at Dr. Stephens. "This... you... that's what you were writing on their yesterday, you bastard!", she yelled. "Look what you did to me! I'm.. I'm mortified"
"Marija, that was a note to myself, that I didn't intend for anyone else to act upon. Admittedly, John here made a mistake. Chalk it up to his inexperience. Don't worry, he will be reprimanded for it. But this... outburst is uncalled for!"
"Fuck you!", she said.
"Alright, you've done it now. You are going to have to be punished again, you leave me no choice", he said very firmly.
Marija's anger broke. She didn't want another one of his "punishments".
"OK, Doctor. I'm sorry. I'll be good. Don't.."
"Too late, Marija. Stand up." She did so,just as carefully as she had laid down. "Now, hold out your hands"
"Hold out your hands in front of you"
Reluctantly, and not knowing what to expect, Marija held out her hands in front of her body. She could feel the gown silently open in the back. Fortunately there was nothing behind her but the empty MRI machine.
Dr. Stephens got out a large cable-tie, and wrapped it around her wrist. What the hell was he doing? she thought frantically. He tightened it until it was secure.
"Your behavior is so erratic, that I don't think you can be trusted to walk the halls with your hands free right now"
"C-couldn't you have tied them behind my back?", she said meekly as she tried to reach behind her to close her gown, but quickly found she could not.
Dr. Stephens did not dignify that with a response. He grabbed her by the hand and led her out of the room.
"B-but all those people. They're going to see my.."
"I know, Marija. Your 'bare bottom'. You should have thought of that before you acted out." On the way out of the room, he turned back and said, "Enjoy the view while it lasts, John. You're still busted".
Back through the waiting room, with it's magazine peekers, Marija walked silently, staring at the floor because she could not bear to meet anyone's eyes. She knew they were sneaking looks at her all the way to the elevator, pretending not to stare, but fooling no one. Her face was red with shame. A tear ran down her cheek.
"Miss", a male voice said, "I want to thank you for being so nice to my Jimmy yesterday". It was the father from yesterday's elevator ride, that had seemed so humiliating at the time but now seemed like nothing compared to this. She couldn't look up at him, but mindful of Dr. Stephens warnings, she managed to mutter, "you're welcome. It was nothing".
"It was certainly not nothing", said the man. She wished he would just go away. Dr. Stephens led her into the elevator, and she imagined that man keeping an eye on her backside while the doors closed in front of it.
Once they had gotten back onto the 4th floor hall, Dr. Stephens once again placed his hand on the small of Marija's back as he walked beside her.
"That was very sweet of you to talk to that man in your condition. A step forward", he said, gently patting her oh so very close to the top of her butt crack.
"Could you please close the gown?", she whispered.
"No". She thought she saw the motherfucker smile as he said this.
Back in her room, he cut off the cable tie with a pair of scissors, and put her back to bed. He took the gown with him when he left, saying, "have a relaxing rest of the day. I'll see you first thing tomorrow morning".
The next morning, Marija was awakened by a knock at the door. Finally, she thought, today was going to be her last day in the hospital. She was expecting Dr. Stephens, but instead who entered the room was Mason, pushing a cart with some equipment she did not recognize.
Mason sat down on the edge of the bed, "Good morning, Marija. Now go ahead and turn over..."
"They already took my temperature in the middle of the night like they always do!", she protested.
"Oh no, I thought Dr. Stephens told you. He wants you to have an enema before today's exam. He knows you haven't had a bowel movement since you've been here"
"But... no! I don't need one, I'm fine. Please, no..", she cowered under the covers.
"Dr. Stephens was pretty clear with his orders. We can tie you facedown to the bed if you prefer"
Marija considered the alternatives, and reluctantly flopped herself over.
Mason pulled the sheet down of her back, and over her buttocks. She whimpered silently, knowing yet another person was seeing her naked. She also realized Mason had not closed the door.
"Now, Dr. Stephens also wrote me this note, in his own handwriting". He held a small piece of paper on hospital stationary in front of her face. It said:
"If she complains or protests even one word, spank her"
"Oh no, please.."
"Sorry, I don't like it any more than you do, but I'm not going to disobey a direct order like that", said the young man as he raised his hand and slapped Marija's bottom.
He slapped her several more times, each harder, louder. She thought people in the hall must be able to hear it.
"Now, to lube you up..."
She heard him put on gloves, painfully slowly stretching the rubber and letting it snap loudly, and heard him open a tube of lubricant and squirt a drop of it straight from the tube onto her ass. It was cold! She shuddered.
His gloved finger worked the lube into her anus. She moaned. She was already finding this process somewhat erotic, in spite of herself.
"Now the nozzle"
He inserted something into her waiting hole. She groaned.
"Now the enema..."
Suddenly she felt warm liquid enter her body, filling her. It was a sensation unlike any she'd felt before. She was wet between her legs, and knew he could smell it, and probably see it.
"Just a little more"
He pulled the apparatus out of her, and patted her on the buttocks. "Good girl, Marija. Now soon you should feel the urge to go"
They waited, and then..
"Let me up!", she said. She got onto the toilet, naked in front of him, and expelled the enema and the contents of her lower bowels right in front of him. While she was straining it out, Jimmy poked his head in the door, and said "hey Mason! how are you doing?"
"Jimmy I'm busy right now, I'll catch up with you later", said Mason as Marija rushed to cover her tits with one arm and her crotch with the other.
Mason handed Marija some wet wipes to clean up with, and took the now filled toilet out of the room. Marija got back onto the bed and covered herself.
"I'll be back with Dr. Stephens", he said.
Marija was very aroused, and started to touch herself again. But before she could do very much, a knock came at the door and the two men entered, along with the female nurse and another cart of even stranger looking equipment.
"Ok, Marija, get onto your belly again", ordered Dr. Stephens. As soon as she was on her belly, he yanked the sheet clear off her body again.
"Mason, restrain her please. We don't want her moving around during this procedure."
Mason got down on the floor and pulled previously hidden restraints out from under the bed. First her hands were tied above her head. Then he feet were bound in place. They were tight, she could hardly move.
"Ok, Marija. This is a new device from my own research. We are going to be electrically measuring the response from stimuli to various points on your body. Please try to remain as motionless as possible. I know it will be difficult to do so, that is why you have been restrained." Then he said to the nurse. "hand me the vaginal terminal please".
A metal cylinder attached to a thick cable was put into his hand. "Ok, Marija, relax..."
His gloved and lubed finger was no inside her vagina! Oh my god... oh shit, she thought. He's going to make me cum.. But his fingers were quickly retracted, and the cylinder inserted. "Calibrating", he said. He adjusted some controls, and the cylinder began to hum and vibrate. This was even worse. It was like having a vibrator in her. How was she not supposed to be turned on?
"By the way, Marija, it is totally normal and expected for you to be sexually aroused by this procedure. In fact, that is one of the things we are measuring. Now, the rectal terminal.."
A very similar object was inserted into her rectum, and it too began to vibrate.
"Oh!", she moaned.
"Ok, now the probe.."
The nurse handed him an elongated object like a screwdriver, with a wire leading from its base, and it's tip tapering to a very thin point. He touched it to the skin of her back. A jolt ran through her, she felt a tiny shock at the point of the probe, and a momentarily much increased vibration in her ass and pussy.
"Oh god", she moaned. "What is this?"
Mason called out a number from a display, and the nurse wrote it down.
Dr. Stephens began to slowly, methodically, touch her all over her back, shoulders, and buttocks. Each time, a greater or less number was called out and written down, and it so happened that the higher the number, the more the vibration she felt and the more it turned her on. It was taking forever. She didn't know how long she could stand it. Particularly notable readings were written onto her skin itself with a felt tip marker.
"Now, let's get down to those feet.."
"No!", she pleaded. "Please, not, my fee..."
It was too late. He touched the sole of her right foot with the probe, and her loins exploded. He worked his way over her foot, by the centimeter, marking every change in response, excruciatingly slowly. Sometimes the points were only millimeters apart.
"Now, I've been waiting to see what this does..", as he neared the spot that he had marked during his initial exam. He inched closer to it, and the vibrations got greater. She began to, as much as possible, rock her hips as if she were having sex. Mason called out higher and higher readings.
Finally, when she could stand it no longer, he touched the exact point that he had been looking for. Marija screamed, and convulsed in involuntary orgasm.
Mason called out a number exponentially larger than the others.
Dr. Stephens waited for Marija's orgasm to wash over her and subside, but he didn't stop, he tried the same spot again. The same result, same orgasm.
Then the other foot. Marija begged and pleaded that they had to be finished, but no one paid her any mind. This foot was just as excruciating as the last, this time working up greater and greater results as her neared her toes. Finally, without warning, he poked at a point between her first two toes.. and she bucked so hard from the resulting orgasm that the terminal came out of her anus. It was reinserted, and Dr. Stephens repeated the process, this time with Mason actually holding the terminal so it wouldn't come out. A few more times for good measure.
Marija had never had more than one, maybe two orgasms in a row. Now she'd had more than she could count. She lay limp, sweaty, moaning and sighing as they seemed to stop what they were doing. She felt more relieved, more relaxed, than she had in a very long time. Her head was reeling. Were they finished she wondered?
"Ok, turn her over.. let's check her front side"
Marija's hands and feet were unstrapped from the bed, and briefly she wondered if she should take this chance to get up and run out the door. But by this time she had come to expect that such behavior would only lead to worse humiliations, so she had better not. Then again, she thought, how could it get much more embarrassing than it already had? Dr. Stephens had brought out the most private expression of her sexual excitement, in front of two other people, and in a cold, scientific, uncaring way. What worse could he do now?
But while she was mulling this over in her brain, they quickly turned her over onto her back, and had her hands and feet bound again even tighter than before. She looked down at Dr. Stephens at the end of the bed, her body naked and helpless before him. From her round breasts and erect nipples, down to her neatly trimmed crotch, with the wired probe inserted into it, to her bound feet. She said nothing.
"Now, let's see what we have here..", he said, maneuvering the electrode towards her smooth bare stomach.
"No, no..", Marija involuntarily sucked in her belly to try to contract it as far away from the device as possible.
"Hmmm... this won't do. Visual stimuli interfering with the process", he said. One of the people standing behind her head placed something opaque before her eyes, a blindfold or mask, and strapped it behind her head. Now she couldn't see what he was doing even though he was directly in front of her face.
In the darkness, seconds lengthened into a painful anticipation.
Without warning, a touch and a zap on her side, in a deliberately different place than he had been reaching for when she could see, and an accompanying vibration in her vagina and anus.
"Ah! No! Not again!"
Dr. Stephens carefully explored up and down her sides, counting each rib and the spaces in between. Marija begged and tried to wiggle away, but she was held secure. Each shock was followed by a number being called out and noted down on paper.
"Now, I've been curious about this...", said the doctor coldly. He stimulated her stomach, just above the navel. Oh shit, a stronger reaction. No, no, don't let them see me react she thought, the more I respond the more they'll keep poking..
But she couldn't help it. He touched her in a tight circle around her belly button, eliciting whimpers and moans. She knew what was coming. The tip of the probe penetrated into her belly button, and she nearly orgasmed again.
"Interesting, but I think we can do better"
The next poke came to her left breast. Closer and closer to the nipple, in excruciatingly slow circles, until finally she said, "please!"
"Please what, Marija?", he paused.
"Please just get it over with, Doctor!"
"Are you enjoying this, Marija?"
"Oh no, doctor, no.. I just want you to finish. Please, touch my... my nipples."
"You have very tender, sensitive young nipples, Marija", he fondled her left nipple with his fingers, "are you sure you can handle it?"
"No! I'm sure I can't handle it! Please, please do it!"
"Ok, you asked for it.."
The metal tip touched her left nipple, the shock was quite painful, and the vibration in her ass and loins overwhelming.
"Oh god! Oh god!"
"I think you enjoyed that, Marija. I think I'm going to do that for you again.."
"No, no, please, no..."
Another shock. Another vibration. Involuntary moans. Silence.
"Did you enjoy that? Now, tell the truth"
"Tell the truth or this will go on for much longer. Did you like that?"
"Good girl. Now a reward for telling the truth.."
Before she could say anything, he stimulated the right nipple.
"I would be remiss if I didn't move on..", the doctor said. "Let's see what this does.."
What else has he not touched yet? Armpits. Oh god. My armpits, she thought. Very ticklish...
She was right, but the lack of surprise didn't help her much.
"No no not there not nooooooOOOOOOOhhh! ahhh! nonononoono..."
As the device touched the tender skin of her left armpit, she had another involuntary orgasm.
The right armpit, had much the same effect.
"I see you really like that part", he said.
"Yes, but please can we be done?!"
What now, she wondered. What was he going to do now?
Zap! The sensation came from the top of her right foot. Oh god, not my feet again.
"The bottoms of these were quite responsive, lets see about the top"
He worked his way over the top of her foot, inching closer to her toes. He held her foot with one hand, and began to stimulate the top of each toe with the electrode.
"Oh not not no not my t-t-t...", she jabbered incoherently.
Then the very tips of each toe. Working from the biggest toe to the smallest, the pressure built up in her with each one.
"Now, this little piggie was laughing. This little piggy cried. This little piggy died happy. This little piggy just died. And this little piggy said.."
"This little piggy said...", the doctor trailed off.
"Wee wee wee", shrieked Marija, as the doctor touched the tip of her last and smallest toe, bringing her to yet another orgasm.
"Ok, I think we've collected enough of this data", Dr. Stephens said to his helpers. Unlug all of this equipment and cover her back up.
Marija woke up alone, in bed, wearing yet another gown and covered by blankets. She wasn't sure how many hours has passed since her electrical ordeal. She was not in any pain.
She sat in bed a while, reading the erotica novels and unable to stop thinking about the way she had begged Dr. Stephens to torture her nipples.
She got out of bed and tried the door, it was unlocked. She went out into the hall, and made her way to Dr. Stephens' office. No one tried to stop her.
She found his office door open and walked in unannounced. He was alone.
"You are free to go, Marija", he said. I'll have youd clothes sent to your room.
"Doctor, I have something to say first", she said, closing the door.
"Please go on"
"I don't want to go back to being just one more student in your class. I want to see you. I need to see you. Like this."
"Well well", he said. "I see. I cant offer you my free time outside the hospital, but I will schedule a weekly consultation for the rest of the semester. You will be put back in your gown, and I will examine you. Be aware that the experiments will continue and may it intensify. You are placing yourself in my hands by requesting this. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Doctor. I understand."
"In fact, I especially plan to investigate your sexual responses. You're going to be my little toy. All semester long, and don't expect any special treatment in class."
"Now is there anything else?"
"Fuck me, please.", she said, leaning over onto his desk. "I want you inside me!"
"I thought you'd never ask!", he said with a sly grin..
"Fuck me, please.", she said, leaning over onto his desk. "I want you inside me!"
"I thought you'd never ask!", he said with a sly grin, "and don't worry, I certainly plan to, but not today."
Marija was flabbergasted.
"Now, I want you to sign this release form, which authorizes regular, ahem, 'treatments', for the remainder of the school year. Take as long as you want to read it"
He handed her a clipboard with pages of printed text, which all looked like a bunch of standard legalistic mumbo jumbo to her. She skimmed it until she got bored, and asked, "do I need to read all of this?"
"I prefer that you do", he said. "Sit down if you want"
When she was finished reading, she signed the last page, and handed it to him.
"Good", he said, getting up from his chair and sitting on the desk, and brandishing a full syringe of.. something. He patted his knee. "Bend over here, Marija"
She gulped. That needle was large and looked painful, but she had been through so much from this man already, she was ready to take whatever he might dish out. She bent herself over his knee, the gown falling off of her bare buttocks.
"Now he said", slapping her on the rear and then swapping the area with a cotton ball, "this might sting.."
Marija held her breath in anticipation.
He wasn't kidding. It did sting, first as the needle went in and then as it disgorged its viscous contents into her muscle.
He put a bandaid over the injection spot, and said, "alright, you may go now".
Marija stood up and looked at him dejectedly, "that's it? That's all you're going to do?"
"For now.", he said, "You need to go back to bed now because soon you will be going to sleep. When you wake up, you will not remember this conversation. You will in fact remember nothing of the past three days, including not remembering ever interacting with me outside of class'
"But.. why.. is this necessary?", she protested, confused.
"For both of our protection, it is best that we keep all of this a secret, and its impossible to tell a secret if you don't remember it. Don't worry, I will be seeing you again"
It had been three weeks since Marija passed out in class and woke up in the hospital after being out for a couple of days, and although she had had no further incident, she had been asked to report to the school clinic for further checkups. She sat nervously in the waiting room, waiting for them to call her name. She wanted this to be over with so she could get back to the paper she was working on.
A middle aged female nurse took her back into the clinic, showed her to an exam room, and reached into a drawer and handed her a paper drop cloth, essentially a large cocktail napkin, and a large plastic bag.
"Take off all of your clothes and put them in this bag so they don't get lost. Socks, underwear, everything comes off. I'll be back in a minute to continue"
Marija did not like the emphasis the woman put on "everything", but she undressed quickly so as to be finished before the nurse returned. First her shoes, then her shirt and pants, and she was down to socks and underwear.
The floor felt cold with her socks on, she didn't like the idea of taking them off while standing on it. She took off her underwear first, then sat down on the paper-covered exam table. Crinkle! The paper crackled under her bare butt. She unfolded the drop cloth and covered herself with it.
Then, finally, she pulled off her socks and placed them in the bag, leaving her bare feet dangling in mid air. She shivered. It was still too cool in here. She was getting goosebumps.
A knock came at the door. The nurse returned, and took her temperature under her tongue with an electrical thermometer, and her blood pressure. Why, Marija wondered, did I need to be naked for this?
"Now", the nurse said, "I see we forgot to get your urine sample before you came in. Do you feel the urge to void your bladder?"
"No, not right now", said Marija, "I went while I was out on the waiting room".
"Ok then, drink some water and wait a few minutes until you need to go", said the nurse taking a paper cup from a stack near the sink and handing it to Marija. "You remember where the bathroom was. Get a sample bottle from the nurses station first!".
The busy nurse was gone again.
Marija sat sipping the water for several minutes. Eventually the urge to go returned.
She looked down for the bag with her clothes on it so she could get dressed and go to the bathroom, but it was gone. The nurse had taken it! Holy shit. And it had her cell phone in it too, so she had no way to call for assistance while sitting here in this position.
Oh well, I'll just have to wait until she comes back, Marija thought.
She waited, and waited, and the pressure on her bladder grew, she didn't think she could stand it anymore. She considered just urinating into the paper cup and pouring it down the sink.
No, she would have to go to the bathroom.. like this.
She gingerly stepped down from the exam table, a jolt running up her spine when her poor bare feet hit the cold tile floor for the first time. She was careful to keep herself covered with the paper, even though no one was observing her.
She attempted to wrap the paper around herself as best she could, it did not quite meet in the back she was afraid. She had no mirror to check it in, but she reached her hand back there and felt one edge of the paper and then the other, and a few inches of her own skin in between.
Here goes, she said, and opened the door to the hallway.
She stepped out into the hall carefully, and positioned her back against the wall, and stepped slowly sideways so as to avoid exposing her bare backside.
She inched slowly towards the nurses station, hoping maybe someone would come to bring her her clothes back before she even got there.
"Oh, hello, aren't you one of my students?", a male voice said.
It was Dr. Stephens, the teacher whose class she had passed out in. Marija admired him greatly, and was not a little attracted to him, and meeting him in this condition was about the worst thing she could imagine.
"Hi", she said, cowering against the wall, hoping he would not stop to talk to her.
But he did stop and talk to her.
"How have you been doing", he asked.
She managed some kind of answer, but it wasn't very intelligible, her mind was buzzing. Oh my god, he's talking to me, I'm standing here naked, and he's talking to me. But bottom is bare against the wall. My feet are cold.
She was red with shame. She couldn't look him in the face. She looked down at her own feet. Even they looked naked. She hid one foot behind the other. Her bladder felt like it was about to burst.
"Alright, I'll see you later", he said and walked off.
After that supremely awkward encounter, she moved faster. She got to the nurses station, and asked to have her clothes returned.
"Don't worry, we just put them in a locker, they'll be returned safe after your exam", said a different nurse, this one blonde and pretty and only a few years older the Marija herself.
"Oh.. ok, can I have a urine sample bottle, then?"
Marija took the sample bottle and headed to the bathroom. Of course it was in use. She stood outside the backroom, back flat against the wall, trying to stretch the paper over as much of her as possible.
After a few very uncomfortable moments, the door opened and someone came out.
It was.. oh god, she thought, it's a boy from class. He's going to recognize me.
"Hi, aren't you in my.."
"SOrry, no time", she rushed past him and shut the door.
Back in the room, Marija sat back down on the exam table and its paper crinkled under her again.
Oh fuck, she thought, I could have just ripped up some of this stuff to cover my bare..
A knock at the door.
Dr. Stephens entered.
"Doctor, what do you need?", she said, cowering under the drop cloth.
"It just so happens I'm working this clinic today", he said. "Now, Marija, lets have a good look at you"
"W..w..what? You're my teacher!", Marija protested, hugging the crinkly paper to her body tightly.
"Nonsense, I'm also a doctor! Now let's get started.."
Oh god, oh god, her mind raced. Why did they make me get naked?
The doctor went into a drawer and pulled out a stethoscope, some rubber gloves, and a tube of something. What was it, what was he going to do with it? Marija didn't want to move to get a better look.
The doctor snapped on the gloves loudly.
"I'm going to listen to your heart, please pull down the drape". She was covering herself with it up almost to her neck.
"But.. I'm not wearing anything under there", she said meekly.
"Ah, only pull it down a little, is all. No, more than that. Ok'
He placed the stethoscope on her chest. It was cold. She shuddered.
"Breathe for me"
She breathed and tried to relax. Her heart was pounding.
"Now, just to let you know this drape affords you only temporary modesty. The exam is going to be more thorough than this"
She gulped. She knew it was coming but she didn't like to be reminded of it.
He reached around behind her and put the stethoscope on her back.
Well thats it, she thought, when he's back there he can see my whole bare backside..
But Dr. Stephens did not look at Marija's back, he made a point of continuing to face forward while moved the stethoscope around several places as she slowly inhaled and exhaled. Prolonging the uncertainty of her certain total exposure.
She was incredibly turned on. The room began to fill with the smell of her arousal.
"Ok, lay back on the table", he commanded. "But your hands behind your head"
She did so, without saying anything.
He began to use straps that were built into the table to secure her hands behind her head.
"W..why are you doing that?!", she demanded.
"For your safety. I can't have you squirming your arms around during the next part of the exam"
He then moved down and strapped her feet in place as well. Her poor cold, pale, bare feet, red toenails gleaming under the cold clinical lights.
"Please", she pleaded, "you can't do this to me!"
"Marija, are you wearing any clothes?"
"Uh.. no, you can see that"
"Are you wearing underwear? Do you even know where your socks are right now?", as he mentioned socks he stroked her foot playfully in a way that made her jerk.
"N-n-no..", she giggled from the tickling sensation.
"That's right. You know what that means?"
"It means that bitch took my clothes?"
"It means you're here to get a thorough exam, you're the patient, I'm the doctor, and that's that", he said with a smile.
He moved back up near her shoulders. The drop cloth had miraculously continued to cover her from breasts to her thighs.
"Now, surely you didn't think this little thing was going to cover up you for very long?", he said grabbing the edge, "why you're not covered at all..", as he said this he gradually pulled it off from top to bottom, exposing first her breasts, then her belly, then finally her crotch.
"Oh..", she muttered. Her nipples were rock hard with desire.
He immediately turned his attention to the left nipple and started pinching it and squeezing it.
"Ouch!", she yelped as he pulled and stretched on it, then gave the same treatment to the right.
He opened a hitherto unnoticed closet and wheeled over a strange piece of equipment that had a red and a black wire attached, and at the end of each wire was a metal alligator clip. Marija thought it looked like a much smaller pair of jumper cables from a car. What the hell was he going to do with that?
He took the red clip and clipped it onto her left nipple. Holy shit, it pinched. She winced in pain. Then the black one on the right. She was nearly in tears.
And yet, somehow, even more turned on.
"That is going to measure the voltage in your body as you react to various stimuli. I am going to be testing you with extremes of heat and cold"
"Heat! Oh shit is it going to burn?!"
"Not hot enough to burn your skin, but it is going to feel quite hot", he said.
He pulled over another piece of equipment out of the same closet, this one had what looked like a soldering iron at the end of a long thick cord. He turned a knob, and waited. She could smell the smell of something getting hot. She waited silently, the clips still squeezing her poor little nipples.
He said, "Because I need a part of your body that is both thick-skinned but also very sensitive, I'm going to skip poking all over you with this and just go straight to the feet"
Marija thought she was going to die of dread.
"No, please, anything but my feet.."
The doctor didn't pay her any attention as he was busy using what looked like a length of paracord to tie the big toes of her feet together, to impede her movements as much as possible.
The metal probe touched the surface of her left sole and.... sszzzszzzsz... a tiny, tiny white hot sensation, then nothing as he pulled it away instantly.
"Yow! Oh! Ahhh god"
He rubbed the spot where the burning feeling had been, "see, no damage to your skin, you're fine"
He continued poking at other spots. Each time she exclaimed somethingl
"No more no more"
"Ow ow ow"
"Have your feet always been this sensitive", he asked?
"Y.. yes... oh! Ow!"
She remembered when she was a little girl, her older brother had always made a game of tickling and playing with her feet. She even would sometimes dare him to, whenever she was barefoot, saying "you want to tickle my tootsies don't you?"
The spikes of pain continued, and so did the ejaculations of protest.
"Nuh no nuh no"
"Oh god my feet, my footsies, my t-t-t-toots-"
He began working down the toes of her foot from largest to smallest.
"Not my toes not my toes, oh god my tootsie-tootsie toes!"
He stopped and went to look at some readings. "Interesting.."
"Are you done with that?", she gasped.
"Well we're done with THAT foot, we still need to do the other one.
The second foot was much the same.
"Not the other foot! Not the other foot!", she begged.
"No! Ouch! Ow! Ooo"
She protested to the very last toe, "not the little pinky! not the little pinky!"
Finally, it was over.
"Now what?", she said, knowing that something had to be next.
"Now, the cold sensations", he said. He picked up a phone one the wall and said, "Hi Pam, can you bring a cup of ice cubes to room 4?"
A knock came at the door.
"Come in", said the doctor. Marija really wished he hadn't said that.
The door opened and in came the attractive young blonde nurse that she had spoken to earlier, carrying a paper cup.
Marija now felt doubly exposed, her naked body and helpless predicament being seen by a whole new person. Also, Pam did not close the door behind her! Marija was too mortified to speak.
"Now Pam if you aren't too busy why don't you stay and help me with this."
"Ok doctor, what should I do?", said the blonde with a curious look.
Doctor Stephens took Pam aside and discussed something with her quietly. Marija tried to make it out but couldn't. She could see Pam nodding in agreement with the doctor.
Doctor Stephens took out a felt tip pen and made a small mark on the sole of Marija's foot. She squirmed from the sensation.
"X marks the spot..", he said matter of factly.
Then he picked up that heated metal tip and held it up to that exact point of her tender flesh, this time longer than the brief jabs before. The heat cut into her.
"Sssssssssssss....", she could only manage a pinched wincing sound while the heat was on her.
The doctor pulled the probe away, "now!"
Pam took an ice cube and rubbed its coldness right on the same spot where the heat had been, canceling the pain with an equal and opposite one. She held it there and rubbed it around a bit.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh....", Marija moaned.
The process was repeated numerous times.
After more repetitions on different parts of her poor feet than she could count Marija was alternately hissing like a snake and coooing like a dove. When would it end?
Then she felt the marker on the tip of her big toe.
"No no not the toes not.."
"Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzxzzzzxxx...." the hot hot
tip pushed at the end of her poor toe.
"Woo whoo woo whoo", she babbled incoherently.
Same thing for the next three toes.
"This last one should be a doozy"
"No please no no"
She could make no audible sound as the heat sensation registered on her helpless smallest toe.
Then the ice.
"Ahhhhhh ahhh oooooh oooo ahhhh", she choked back tears as her loins burst with paradoxical pleasure. She writhed and moaned in involuntary orgasm as they watched.
.. To be continued ..