Doctor's Orders - Carolyn Faulkner Page 0,2

every chance to obey me. I was very explicit in my orders, wasn't I? And I explained in detail why it was so important that they be followed very strictly?"

Catherine was caught—she wasn't in a very good position to contradict him at the moment, and yet that might—might—have saved her.

The doctor gave an almost imperceptible nod, and the woman's arms were stretched out to her side, then strapped to padded armrests that stuck straight out from the exam table and were usually used when an IV was needed. At the same time, Darcy reached down and extended the highly tweaked metal stirrups to midway down her foot, then up just past the beginning of her calves, so that they formed almost a boot that would not allow her to remove it, no matter how hard she tried. Moving to stand beside the patient's stomach, Darcy leaned over and pulled the heavy leather waist belt out from under the table to wrap it tightly across her bare, nonexistent belly.

"The patient is secured, Doctor," Angine murmured quietly after checking on the job that Darcy had done, as was her right as the senior nurse in attendance.

All the doctor had to do was put his hand out and Darcy was right there with what he needed next. She knew the routine and was eager not to screw up again and make things worse for herself—they were already going to be bad enough. She dropped the tube of KY into his open palm, and everyone in the room could hear it farting noisily out onto his fingers, and Darcy knew the exact question that was in Catherine's mind at that exact second, would he use two fingers right from the get go, or ease her into it with one?

Darcy's money was on two, but the doc was a hard man to fathom sometimes. She knew he would consider the fact that she made love with her husband to be disobeying him, and that generally meant he would employ whatever method he thought would make his patient feel the most thoroughly punished.

But sometimes, he liked to slow things down, draw them out, allowing for a longer period of true discomfort, so as to make his point a bit less forcefully, but more thoroughly and completely.

He was the only one who knew which method he would choose, and, as he bent forward, his mouth inches away from the area that Catherine would have much preferred he occupy himself at, he reached beneath her to her already spread cheeks and placed the tip of his fingers at the entrance to her bottom flower.

Catherine tried to start at the feel of the cold jelly and his firm flesh nestled threateningly against her, but she was too well bound for that. But she couldn't suppress an entirely unladylike yelp.

As those digits swirled teasingly around her tightly clamped rosebud, his mere glance at Angine had her pressing a neatly rolled up wad of gauze past Catherine's expensive lipstick, then placing a length of bandage across it, between her lips, and tying it off—not behind the patient's head, where it might ruin her expensive hairdo—but to small loops that had been surgically and conveniently implanted at the head of the table at jaw level for just such a purpose. There was no need for her—or any of their other unusual patients—to know that the exam rooms—indeed, every room in the building—was highly soundproofed as insurance against anyone upsetting the other people in the building. The doctor was a master at psychological torture, and he liked to let the patients think there was still a chance that they could be rescued from him, or, if that was their bent, that they could become mortified at the idea that they had a rapt, horrified audience in the waiting room.

Darcy highly doubted that any other practicing gynecologist in the country had quite so hacked an exam table or quite so elaborately appointed building, for that matter.

"Catherine." Just her name, spoken softly but with such a wealth of chastisement that he had Darcy's toes curling within her shoes. "You know I can't have you disturbing the other patients in this office while you're getting your punishment. That wouldn't be right or fair to them, now, would it? They've all done as they were told, taken their medicines, refrained from intercourse, kept their fingers—and their husband's dicks—away from their little honey pots. They all obey me, and I reward them for doing so. I've rewarded you,