Dr. Farmer

                                        Dr. Farmer

Lisa Ramos was walking down the hall in her candy striper uniform, looking for Dr. Ashlie farmer. Lisa was a high school senior and had attended St. Mary's girls' school since the sixth grade. She was a tall an active girl. Besides being captain of the volleyball team and a member of half a dozen clubs, she volunteered at the local hospital a couple of afternoons a week. Dr. Farmer, Annie to her friends, was Lisa's idol. She was a young, good-looking female doctor, and Lisa wanted to be just like her. Ashlie had warmed up to Lisa when they met a few months ago. They had shared coffee, and Ashlie offered advice on what Lisa needed to do if she wanted to go to medical school. Dr. Farmer got a lot of satisfaction from trying to help another woman get ahead in the medical profession. Ashlie farmer didn't have a lot of friends in town. She had grown up in the Midwest and attended medical school in Chicago. She was now doing her residence at the Cleveland Clinic. With the hectic life of a resident, she had little time to socialize or meet new people. Therefore, the majority of her acquaintances were ones she met at the hospital. she was very short, and deceptively youthful looking, and therefore rather shy. Today was Halloween and Several of the residents were going out to a party after their shift ended. She had been advised There was going to be a costume contest. Ashlie was not really sure about what costume to wear. During one of their breaks, Lisa suggested that Ashlie could borrow one of her old school uniforms. They looked each other over, and Lisa pointed out that Ashlie was actually a little smaller then she was. So it would be easy for her to find an old St. Mary's uniform that would fit her. This brought a blush from Ashlie, but, eventually, she agreed. Later, Lisa spotted Dr. Farmer walking down the hall. "Annie, I have your school uniform here." She flourished the bag she carried. Ashlie looked around with her finger to her lips. "Shh! I don't want anyone to know!" She added, gesturing at her lab coat. "I AM a doctor, you know?" She winked at Lisa, and both giggled at their shared secret. Ashlie said, "Let's go get a soda and talk about your Halloween plans. What are YOU going as?" As they walked together down the hall, ashlie took the bag and stowed it under the counter of the deserted nurse's station. Nurse Hawkins was having a bad week. Hospital rotations for residents were changing again, and that always meant additional work for the nurses. It was amazing how these young kids thought so highly of themselves. The nurses ended up training them so they could go on to become rich doctors, while the nurses had to do all the real work. Often the nurses had to do the doctor's jobs, too. Nurse Hawkins worked the children's wing dealing mostly with children of grade school age through the early teens. This particular floor was for patients recovering from surgery. She had just finished changing the linens on one bed and was moving to the door when she noticed two people down the hall. She heard the one in the candy striper uniform say that she had "Annie's" school uniform. This caught her off-guard because at first she thought the short female was a resident, based on her clothing. Then she heard the mention Halloween. Of course! she thought. Today is Halloween. Lisa's small friend was dressed up as a doctor for Halloween. That made much more sense. The one dressed in the doctor's getup was way smaller than the other girl. And had to be a child. She watched as they walked down the hall. She then noticed the little girl stowing her bag. Hawkins looked around to see if the coast was clear then strode to the nurse's station and pulled out the bag. She opened it and pulled out the uniform jumper. She recognized it as belonging to St. Mary's, a local catholic all-girls' school. Obviously, the short girl was a volunteer from the school. While the costume was cute and very realistic, Hawkins would have to suggest that she wear her candy striper uniform inside the hospital to avoid anyone mistaking her for a real doctor. Sitting at a table in the cafeteria, Lisa asked, "So, ashlie, do you think you'll win best costume?" "I don't know. But, if I can fit into the uniform you brought, at least I won't be embarrassed by not participating. I'm really more concerned about just meeting some new people." "Well you have a friend in me! You have really helped me choose the direction for my life. I love that you are a confident doctor and someone I can try to model my life after. Maybe someday we can work together!" "Well, I think it will be a few years before we can work together. Let's concentrate on getting you into a good school first." They sat for a moment or two, and then ashlie stood up. "I am starting my rotation on the children's wing tomorrow, and I want to make a good impression. You know how those nurses can be. They think they do all the work and the doctors are useless. I am trying to get the feel of the department today." Lisa responded, "I hear that there is a Nurse Hawkins up there? Watch out for her. Get on her good side and do whatever she says. You should coast through your time on her ward." Ashlie returned to the children's wing. She really didn't need to be here today. They had a day off between rotations; and her new assignment started tomorrow. But she always liked to take a look around ahead of time if she got the chance. She was wearing blue scrubs and a white lab coat. Her name tag was pinned to the breast pocket: "Dr. Ashlie farmer." She was really proud of that tag. It seemed like a stamp of approval for all her hard work over the last few years. She was wearing two inch heels today since she was not really working yet. She liked to wear heels whenever possible because she was under five feet tall. Even her white work shoes were a kind of tennis shoe that had a heel hidden in the design. Ashlie saw a nurse at the nurse's station and decided to introduce herself. Nurse Hawkins noticed the return of the girl in the doctor's outfit. "Hi, I'm ashlie farmer. I'll be working up here starting tomorrow. I just wanted to introduce myself." Nurse Hawkins was sizing the young lady up. "I'm Nurse Hawkins. It's nice to meet you." She paused. "If you don't mind my asking, don't you think the heels are a little out of place?" Ashlie was caught off guard. This was the nurse she had been told about, and she did not want to start things off on the wrong foot. "I guess I should have worn my white soft-soled shoes? That would probably be more normal.... Right?" "Yes, that would be more appropriate. How can I help you?" Nurse Hawkins hated wasting time with these kids. "I just wanted to look around and familiarize myself with the floor so I'd be more prepared tomorrow. Nurse Hawkins thought maybe this kid was trying a bit too hard. "That's alright. But don't cause me any trouble." Ashlie felt like a kid getting dressed down by the teacher. She said, "I'll just look things over and head out. I have plans for later." "Yes," thought the nurse. "I know about your secret contest. The name-tag's a nice touch. It adds a touch of realism to the costume. For a kid, you sort of do look like a doctor?" She looked at ashlie and said firmly, "Carry on. I have work to do." Ashlie turned away feeling like a chastised child. As she thought about it, she realized this was a problem. One of the key lessons doctors learn is that they have to both earn and demand respect from the nursing staff. For women, this is harder than for men. As she walked away, ashlie began to think about how she was going to change her relationship with this Nurse Hawkins. Nurse Hawkins kept an eye on her new candy striper, who was looking in a few of the rooms. She said, "Hi" to a couple of the kids who were patients. It looked like she might be a good addition to the group. A little later as Nurse Hawkins was leaving a patient's room, she noticed ashlie walking into the nurse's station. It might be time to lay out the limits of ashlies new role. As Nurse Hawkins entered the nurse's area, she called, "Miss farmer, could I have a word?" "Of course, Mrs. Hawkins," ashlie replied. "First of all, my name is 'Nurse' Hawkins, not 'Mrs.' Hawkins. I demand respect from everyone I work with; I've earned it. Second, when you want something from me, you ask. You will use 'please' and 'thank you.' You ASK to come into the nurses' area. There will usually be more nurses around. This is our office.... Not yours!" Ashlie felt that she was being put down again. She nodded, but was trying to figure out a polite way to change their relationship. At the moment, it felt like it was going in the wrong direction. Nurse Hawkins continued, "You do not go through our things or look into private patient information. There are laws regarding patient privacy, and we take that very seriously at this hospital. Do you understand?" Ashlie was stunned, but responded, "Yeah, I get it?" Nurse Hawkins' voice stepped up in force as she took a deep breath. "You will talk to me with respect. No 'Yeahs' or 'Nahs.' You will respond; 'Yes, Nurse Hawkins, ma'am. I understand.' Now, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" Ashlie was intimidated. This woman was bigger than her, and she seemed really mad all of a sudden. Ashlie stammered, "Yes, Nurse Hawkins, m-ma'am. I understand. I am sorry I did not respond in a respectful way." Nurse Hawkins regarded her. "That is better. Now finish up your tour, and let me get back to work." Ashlie felt like she was losing control. She needed to find a way to reassert herself. She went into the bathroom to think. Ashlie decided that forcing a confrontation today would be a bad idea. She would continue her tour of the department and get out of here so she could go to the party. She went into the nurse's station and read a couple of the charts. She selected a patient and went off to talk with the child and her mother. She introduced herself and asked a few questions, trying to provide some reassurance to the little girl before moving on to the next room. Nurse Hawkins saw Ashlie leave the nurse's station and walk to one of the rooms down the hall. She was talking to the patient and her family. At first, Nurse Hawkins thought that was nice. Suddenly, she stopped. That girl is dressed like a doctor. She has a doctor's name badge. What kind of game is she playing with these troubled families? Hawkins was worried now. She had to find out what this little minx was up to. She strode down the hall and sidled up to the door to the room where Ashlie was talking to a family. She heard Ashlie telling the family that she had read the chart and that their daughter seemed to be progressing well. She said she would have more involvement in their case in the coming days. Nurse Hawkins could not believe this. In all the years she had worked here, she had never had one of the child volunteers take her fantasies this far. She was misleading this family into believing that she was an actual doctor. The new doctors were enough like kids. But having a real kid trying to pose as a doctor was ridiculous. As Nurse Hawkins considered her new round of doctors and this little trouble maker, her anger grew. She needed to get this problem under control immediately. As she fumed, Ashlie ended her supposed consultation and exited the room. Hawkins grabbed Ashlie's arm and hissed, "We need to talk! right now!" She practically dragged the short woman back toward the nurse's station. Ashlie was caught off guard. "What?" She tried to pull her arm free, but the nurse held her arm in an iron grip. Hawkins was seething with anger. She was thinking about the inexperienced young doctors and about this crazy girl that stood before her. Her anger was turning to rage. Suddenly, Hawkins stopped and spun Ashlie around so they were face to face, though Ashlie was looking up at the much taller nurse. Ashlie began to feel a little like a kid about to be corrected. She realized that she needed to change their relationship. This nurse needed to be put in her place. Hawkins was having similar thoughts. She believed it was time to put Ashlie in her place. Firmly, the nurse began, "Let's get something straight. Today, YOU are not a doctor working on this floor!" Ashlie thought it was a technicality, she realized she would not officially be working on this floor until tomorrow. She nodded. Hawkins continued, "You said you wanted to look around? But you have been in private areas behind the nurse's station, and I have no idea what you have gotten into! Then I heard you talking to the patients. I need you to empty your pockets?" "What? My pockets?" Feeling indignant, Ashlie tried to step away, but backed into a wall. "I will not. Who do you think you are?" Hawkins had a smile on her face. "Young lady, it is time we got some things straight. I am the one in charge around here. Not you. Empty your pockets or I will!" Ashlie began struggling. Hawkins tightened her grip. "I guess we'll do this the hard way. I need to verify that you have not taken anything from the nurse's station. You have been in and out, and there are drugs back here." Ashlie reacted strongly. "Let me go of me, you fucking bitch! No one is gong to.... Oww!" Hawkins slapped Ashlie, an unexpected reaction to the kid cussing at her. "No one talks to me that way!" She dragged Ashlie over to a sink and shoved a wet bar of soap into her mouth. She scrubbed it back and forth, creating a froth. "Don't you dare take that out of your mouth! I am so sick and tired of the insulting way you kids talk to me. How dare YOU?" Ashlie was flailing her arms, but ineffectively. She was gagging on the soap while frantically trying to figure out how things had gotten so out of hand. The soap was wedged into her teeth which held her tongue down as well. She could not break the nurse's grip. She was sucking on the pungent bar of soap. Her mouth was salivating, increasing the soap's effect. Her protests were muffled. She felt her lab coat being pulled over her head from the back. Hawkins easily wrapped the coat around Ashlie arms, making it easier to exert control. She sat down in a hard backed chair near the desk. "Now, little missy, it's time we got back to figuring out what your game is. As I said, I need to make sure you haven't stolen anything or gotten into things you shouldn't have. Since you refused to empty your pockets like a good girl, I will search you like a BAD girl." The nurse held onto Ashlie's arms with one hand. With the other, she seized the band of the scrub pants and abruptly whisked them down to below Ashlie's knees. Ashlie's eyes went wide and she again began to thrash around. Hawkins pulled Ashlie across her lap, with her bundled up arms under the nurse's far leg. She then gave Ashlie a flurry of hard swats across her butt. "That is enough of that." she said firmly. "I will finish searching you, and then we will make sure that you and I have a firm understanding of our relationship." With that, she pulled Ashlie's pants off her flailing little legs. Hawkins held her down easily and, with her free hand, she dumped the contents of Ashlie's pockets onto the floor. "Well? no contraband in your pants pockets." Then Hawkins noticed Ashlie's small, silky panties adorned with lace on the legs. Why do children have to wear such slutty clothes? Those panties certainly afforded no protection from the spanks. It was time to start straightening out this brat, and she might as well start from the basics."This underwear is inappropriate for working around my hospital. From this day forward, I will....whenever I see fit, inspect your underwear. You will wear regulation underwear similar to that allowed with any good school uniform. If I find you wearing something like this in the future, you can expect another correction session" Ashlie felt her underwear being removed and again tried to scream but was unable to. Her hands were locked down, she was swallowing foam from a bar of soap, and some crazy woman was stripping her. "Now, I think it is time for us to come to an understanding regarding our relationship. Don't you agree?" Ashlie nodded thinking this would give her a chance to explain who she was. However, she was wrong. Nurse Hawkins adjusted Ashlie's position on her lap and began to beat a pattern onto her bottom. Ashlie was stunned as the spanking began. No discussion. No explanation. Suddenly, she was being spanked. And not playfully. This woman was serious. She was trying to get off of the nurse's lap, trying to scream, and failing at both. She was crying and sobbing uncontrollably. She was still swallowing soap, but she was almost oblivious to that at that point. She felt like a little child. Her mind was a blur. Hawkins stopped and grunted with satisfaction. Ashlie's bottom and thighs were beginning to glow a nice shade of red. Ashlie would do almost anything to get the torment to stop. So, when Hawkins paused and asked her if she was going to be a GOOD girl, she just looked up pleadingly and nodded. She still did not know what it was that she had done wrong. But her natural diffidence was taking over. She wanted to do whatever this woman wanted; to avoid any further humiliation. She was breathing hard through the lather of soap. Her eyes were red and puffy form tears. Nurse Hawkins explained. "Now, girl.... I think your name was, "Annie?" and we'll just see if you intend to be a good girl. Stand up here a minute so I can get you unwrapped from this coat." Ashlie was still crying as Hawkins unwrapped her arms. She set the coat aside and then began to pull the scrub top over Ashlie's head. At the same time, Ashlie realized she was bare from the waist down and tried to cover herself. "And, of course, we have to have a slutty bra to match the panties." As Ashlie stood, overwhelmed by what was happening to fast, her bra was unhooked and removed with force. Ashlie tried to cover her crotch with one hand and her breasts with her other arm. Hawkins commented scornfully, "Why must you young ladies always try to build up what God gave you?" She held Ashlie by the shoulders and looked into her eyes. "As you get older, your body will develop. But I will not have you wearing these slutty clothes on my floor! While you are working in MY hospital, you will wear appropriate clothing. AND you will not try to excite my patients, especially not young kids on this wing. Do you understand?" Ashlie, naked and still sucking on the soap nodded morosely. "You don't really need a big girl bra Annie. So from now on, you will wear a training bra or just a camisole. You can wear that along with your uniform underwear. I would think the school uniform regulations would include such requirements. Em I right?" Ashlie became confused and did not understand this mention of school uniform? What was the nurse talking about? Ashlie hadn't gone to school in years. Nurse Hawkins reached under the counter and pulled out the bag with the school uniform in it. Dumping the contents on the desk, she found a pair of cotton child's panties and a white camisole with a picture of Barbie on it. "Ah, you see! From now on, you will wear underwear like this!" Ashlie raised her eyebrows in horror. She tried to mumble, 'What?' But It came out as "Whuu?" "Listen carefully, Annie. I am in charge here and this is the understanding. So, any time I see you, I may just pull you into a corner to check your underwear. Do you understand, girl?" Ashlie tentatively nodded. She understood the directions. But did not understand why this was happening? She was sure that, as soon as she could explain herself to this maniac, things would be better. The nurse held out the panties for Ashlie to step into. She pulled up the child's underwear and allowed the waistband to snap high up on Ashlie's waist. She followed by swiftly pulling the camisole over Ashlie's head. It fit her firmly and compressed what little bust she did have. Ashlie looked down at her nearly non-existent bust and was ashamed. Why in heaven was this crazy bitch doing this to her? As Ashlie was pondering her situation, Hawkins tucked the camisole into the top of her panties, like her mom had done when she was in grade school. And, just as quickly, she buttoned Ashlie into the white blouse, which fit as if it had been made for her. A small necktie was knotted around her neck. Hawkins slipped off Ashlie's socks and replaced them with small, white, ruffle-topped anklets. Then she added the classic Mary Jane's. She held up the plaid jumper. "Ah, I love the classic uniform of St. Mary's School. I thought you would be wearing a skirt? like the 7th grade and above. But the classic lower school uniform is much more traditional." As the nurse slipped the dress over her head, Ashlie was trying to digest the fact that the uniform was for grade school girls. And, worse yet, everything fit perfectly. Hawkins pulled her into the bathroom. "Now I am going to remove that bar from your mouth. Your lips and mouth will be a little numb from the long sucking on the soap. I expect that your words will be more temperate following our discipline and discussion. Yes?" Ashlie nodded. Hawkins pulled the soap out of her mouth and handed her a paper cup. Ashlie filled it up and rinsed her mouth out several times. She paused and looked in the mirror. She saw a young girl with red, puffy eyes and swollen lips. Her tongue was swollen, making it hard to form words. She looked like a kid who had been crying for an extended period of time. Hawkins put a small beret cap on Ashlie's head. "Come along, dear." Ashlie tried to pull back. Her words were garbled because her mouth was swollen from the soap, "Ca' we thalk?" "No we cannot. I am done with you today. You have disrupted my routine enough for one day." Hawkins looked at her thoughtfully and asked, "You were planning to go to a party, right?" "Wewll, yeth. Bu'...." "No buts. I have decided that, instead of going in your doctor's outfit, you will be a well-disciplined student for Halloween." Then she added sternly, "AND NO BACK TALK!" She led Ashlie down the hall and stopped outside the room of the patient Ashlie had visited earlier. She said, "First, we need to straighten this family out." Ashlie was not sure what she meant. But she was feeling like a kid being paraded out for an apology. "Wha' do ewe mean? I...." She was cut off by a swat to her bottom. "Oh, no you don't." Hawkins pulled Ashlie into the patient's room. She remembered having a good conversation with them earlier. She hoped they had not heard what went on at the nurse's station. She was also a bit embarrassed by her attire and tried to hide behind the nurse. Nurse Hawkins began, "I want to apologize to you. Today is Halloween, and Annie here, was all decked out in her little doctor's uniform, and I fear that she let her fantasy go a bit too far with you earlier. As a result, we've decided that a disciplined student was better for Halloween. Annie, tell this family you are sorry for misleading them earlier." Ashlie was stunned. She was not Annie. She tried to explain. "Newse Hawkwins, wha' a' ewe sayin'? Ewe a'...." Ashlies words, distorted by her swollen tongue and lips, sounded like she was blubbering. Hawkins grabbed Ashlie's ear with one hand, twisting and pulling her out in front of the family. She then delivered two quick swats to Ashlie's hind quarters. "You will apologize, girl. Now! Or should we go back to my office?" "Noo." Ashlie was devolving into pre-teen she appeared to be. She was scared to death of another spanking. She decided to apologize and get out. "I'n sowwy. I won' do i' again. Pwease fowgive ne." As Annie (for that was who she was now) said these words, she felt she was losing the last shreds of whatever authority she may have had. How could she possibly work with these people? or this nurse in the future? Nurse Hawkins looked at the family. The unspoken question on her face. "I guess we accept the apology. But how can a hospital allow this to happen? I want to talk to someone tomorrow. Get her out of here," the mother fumed. Nurse Hawkins, still holding her ear, dragged Ashlie out into the hall. She paused. "Now, Annie, do we understand each other? I don't care how long you work here at my hospital. You will wear the clothing we discussed as a reminder of today's fiasco. Got it?" With her head lowered, Ashlie answered, "Yeth, ma'am. I undewstan'." She just wanted out. Nurse Hawkins saw Lisa Ramos down the hall. "Miss Ramos, please come here" Lisa, from her position, saw Nurse Hawkins standing with some kid from St. Mary's. She walked quickly toward them. "Miss Ramos, your young friend, Annie, has decided to go out for Halloween as a well-disciplined child instead of as a slutty doctor. Please take charge of her and deliver her to either the party or her parents. I am done with her" Lisa stood open-mouthed. She stared at the puny, little girl who appeared to be in maybe the sixth grade, sixth at most. She took Annie's hand and started down the hall. Ashlie was crying, and Lisa put her arm around her. As she looked over Annie's shoulder, she could see the marks on her legs where she had been disciplined. And then she recognized the little girl was really Dr. Farmer! Mercurial as ever, Lisa wondered how she could have let herself be taken in so. She had once idolized her, but there'd be some changes made...beginning now. She led the well-spanked little girl down the hall...by her ear. The only thing Ashlie knew was that when she went to work in future she would be wearing the regulation panties and camisole dictated by Nurse Hawkins. Her big girl clothes might not really fit any more, but rules were rules. She hoped she could avoid another spanking. Not until they were in Lisa's car and under way, did ashlie realize that she did not have her purse, keys, cash, or any identification. Without money, keys, or ID and with Lisa feeling betrayed, Halloween night was a disaster. But that's another story.