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.

"WHat?!"

"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"

"What?"

"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".