| Straight: BDSM: Nurse Waterson Gets Taught a Lesson (1/4) |
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She's playing up today. It's night shift and you're tired. You want to go to bed. But she asks question, after question, after question. She follows you around on your rounds. She's not supposed to do that... surely she has people to attend to? Ok, so you guys flirt a lot, that doesn’t give her a right to torment you. You're the doctor around here. She's so gorgeous; her long brown hair, shining in the lamp-light. Her uniform fits perfectly, the pastel blue curves just into her waist, bringing out her figure and her gorgeous behind. Stop staring. She'll think she can get away with anything at this rate. "Nurse, did you take Mr. Thomas's vitals as I asked?" She flutters her eyelashes at you. So cute! No, stay strong, don't fall for it. "Errm.. well I was going to, but then I got distracted..." This has gone far enough. "Nurse Waterson, when I ask you to do a job, you do it. Understand?" She hangs her head. For a moment she looks ashamed, then flashes you a cheeky grin. "Ok... sir." She pats you on the butt as she walks past. Right. That's too far. You need to teach her a lesson. And you have a good idea. An hour later, you see her again. "Nurse, how about those charts?" "Oh, yeah... uuuh... Ii'll get right on that." You open your mouth to protest, and she puts a finger to your lips. "Ohhh... Don't get angry with me, doctor!" in a little cutesy voice. she pouts. You're not falling for it this time. "Nurse, my office." "But… but..." "NOW." You love your office. Its completely private, a side-room just off the main corridor, so no one bothers to come in. Yet you're still close to the action, not running up and down every time you get paged. Not only do you have a nice desk and filing cabinet, but you have your own examination table. This is where your idea begins. She walks in. "Sit down." "Doctor, I'd like to say that..." "Be quiet." She shuts her mouth and looks down. "I think you need to learn some respect. I think you need to know that I am the doctor, you are the nurse, and I think you need to learn to do what I say when I tell you." Her mouth twitches. "Yes doctor," she says, with a hint of amusement in her voice. "You're not taking me seriously, are you?" "Well, it’s hard to be told off by someone so damn hot!" She looks into your eyes, and giggles. That’s it. "You need to learn. Lets start now shall we? Lie on the table." That's taken her by surprise. "Erm, doctor, do you think that’s..." "Now." She gets up, hesitantly, and walks to the examination table. It’s set up with stirrups in place for a gynecological exam. She sits on the table. Then lies down. "And the rest!" "But doctor..." "Do it." She slowly, hesitantly, removes her underwear. White lace. Your favourite. It's amusing, she tries to slide them down without showing you anything. Then puts her feet in the stirrups, so she’s wide open for you. "Good. Good girl. Now stay there until I get back." The look of shock on her face is priceless. But she remains still as you walk out of the door. Leaving |
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