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of a bra and thong beneath the white satin, could
    even guess at the fishnet stockings running up her legs. Then he spotted the white hat adorned by a
    red cross perched jauntily on her head and laughed. “Oh baby.”

    She put a hand on her hip and stared down at him. “You’ve been naughty.”

    “I have?”

    “You do not talk this way to your nurse, do you understand?” She grabbed the stethoscope that hung
    between her cleavage and tugged it off. “Do you hear me?” He didn’t answer, too caught up in her
    play-acting to realize he was supposed to play a role too.

    She whacked the metal end on his uninjured leg, making him hiss in pain. “Hey!”

    “Are we clear, Mister McIntyre? I am in charge here.”

    “I don’t think so.” He instantly rebelled, crossing his arms over his chest in an instinctive gesture.

    “Is that right?” She hooked the stethoscope back before her hands drifted to her dress’ neck. She
    unhooked the first two ties and bent down towards him, holding herself up with her palms flat on the
    coffee table. “Do you see this, Mister McIntyre?”

    He gulped. “Yeah.”

    “This can be yours if you start behaving nicely. Good boys get rewards in this unit, you know.”

    “Do they?” He licked his lips at the sight of her breasts, barely covered by a bright red sheer bra.

    “Yes, so what will it be?” She stood back up slowly, smoothing the dress over her hips.

    He knew the gesture was intentional but he couldn’t help but follow the way her hands caressed her
    clothed flesh. He wanted it to be him touching her. For a second, he completely forgot about his ankle
    or the pain lancing up his leg. He stood up and made a grab for her but she sidestepped away from
    him. And he swore loudly as he put all his weight on his injured foot, nearly sending him to the floor.
    “Fuck!”

    “See, that’s what happens to naughty boys. They do things they shouldn’t and then they get hurt!” She
    appeared in front of him and pushed him back down to the sofa, arranging his leg across the coffee
    table so it laid flat. She fussed over it, tried a cushion before rejecting it then finally she looked up and caught his gaze. “That’s better. I’ll go and find your medication. Until then, play nice.” She flounced out of the room, fully aware he was staring at her with hungry eyes.

    * * * *

    Half an hour later and he wasn’t feeling the pain any longer. The medication she’d administered had
    started working, of course, but it was mainly because of the woman currently straddling him.

    “Close your eyes,” she admonished and he did as ordered. “Very good. Now think of something
    relaxing, like the beach or your favorite place on earth. Anything that will make you unwind.”

    “That’s gonna be difficult,” he couldn’t help but comment.

    “This isn’t a request, Mr McIntyre!”

    “Yes, m’am.”

    “That’s better.” She settled down onto his lap, her dress riding up on her thighs exposing the lacy tops of her stockings. “Close your eyes and let your mind wander.” Her voice was soft, her fingers even
    more as she started kneading his scalp.

    He sighed as he let his head hang down, loving the way she was massaging his tension away. He loved
    his wife really. Loved the fact she’d gone and bought a nurse costume, just for his pleasure. Loved that she was role-playing with such splendid aplomb. For someone who was usually shy in unknown
    environments, she was amazing.

    “That’s it. Think of something that makes you happy.”

    “I am.”

    “Shush!” She squeezed her thighs around him. “Do not talk.”

    “I’m not allowed to talk?” he asked, opening his eyes to stare at her.

    Her lips were pursed at his disobedience. “No! Close your eyes and do not talk until I tel you so!”

    His left eyebrow rose. “Really?”

    Her eyes turned dark. “Do not make me punish you, Mr McIntyre.”

    He wouldn’t have thought it possible but her response made his