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.