Nurse CeCe
By nextweekipromise.
“Hey, if I have to be awake, why not you too, Sleepyhead.”
I don’t know why CeCe has liked me; I’m old enough to be her father, maybe even her grandfather!
“WTF?” I replied. Maybe it’s just that she likes my type of bantering. We’re always kidding around at the dog park. Or maybe she just likes that our two dogs are great play friends there. I dunno. But it’s fun, and it passes the time very quickly. I just hadn’t planned on it invading my Saturday morning early. But I’d play along nonetheless; she’s cute, and anyone would be glad to have her ‘in bed,’ so to speak, any day, any time of day.
“So, Whatcha doin’? I’m bored. Slow here tonight.”
“Well, I WAS sleeping. Do you remember sleep? It’s what most people do this time of day. Maybe even some of your patients. Or do you go into their rooms and wake them up, too?”
“LOL. Oh yeah. Now I remember. Ha. But I don’t get off my shift and get any sleep for another 4 hours. Can you keep me company, Harold?”
“Why don’t you go wake up one of your male patients and have them keep you company? Or better yet, text your HUBBY?”
“Nah, he’s no fun. Besides, I can wake him up at night anytime I want… if you know what I mean. Wink. And patients here? I don’t have any old studs here, or I would. LOL.”
“Old studs? You have a thing for old studs, do you? That figures, ya little tease!”
“Aw. Of course, I do. You oldsters are fun to tease. And admit it, you love it when a young blond chick wakes you up at night. Gives you something to dream about later, right?”
“Oh? Is that something you’ve learned, thereby waking up your male patients? I’m guessing they’d have difficulty getting back to sleep, much less perchance to dream!”
“LOLLLLL. Does that mean you’ll have a TOUGH time getting back to sleep when I’m done with you? Or do you need me to reach into your nightstand and make you take one of your blue pills? I know you have them, don’t you? All of you oldsters are asking for a prescription. Admit it. Am I right, Harold? Say it out loud, and I’ll let you reach in and get one. Otherwise, no, keep your hands out of that drawer. Understand me, Mister???”
“What blue pill?” (I played dumb.)
“OK, so that’s the way ya wanna play this, do you, Harold? Lying to your nurse? OK then, like I said, keep your hands outta that drawer. Nurse CeCe is writing it in your chart right now. No pill for you, Mister! ”
“WTF?”
“You’ve been bad, Mister Harold. So, no pills and no fun for you for my next 4 hours. Too bad, too, because I might have enjoyed hearing all about it after making you take one. But not now, Mister. You also keep your hands above those sheets where I can see ’em. No funny business, you hear me?”
“Dang, CeCe, what’s got into you? I was just sleeping peacefully, and here you are waking me up and telling me what I can and can’t do in my home and bed?”
“Oh, so you think I can’t. Do you think Nurse CeCe hasn’t dealt with older studs like you? Wanna try a test of mine, Mister?”
“Oldster Stud, you say? Haha. You wish. So, what kind of test do you have for an Older Stud?”
“Easy. You’re all the same. You’ll do exactly what Nurse CeCe prescribes. No exceptions. And to prove it, call me, yes right now. And put your phone on speaker, and I’ll give you your test.”
She’s so cute, isn’t she? So, of course, I played along and hit the Call button. And put her on speaker, awaiting her fun little voice. I’m sure her male patients all love her to death. So sure, I’ll play along. What’s a little lost sleep in the night?
“Good boy. OK, Mister, here’s Nurse CeCe’s easy little test. If you were telling me the truth a moment ago and effectively calling Nurse CeCe a liar, and if you have no little blue pills on your nightstand, then I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt and let you be right. I won’t bother you again about it, ever, I promise — simply hit the red button, hang up, and go back to sleep. That’s all. So do it if you can! Otherwise, you’re admitting you lied to me, Mister, and are prepared for the consequences of lying to Nurse CeCe. OK, so go on. Hang up on me if you can.”
Dang!
“I’m waiting. Do it. Hang up on your personal nurse. Go ahead, Mister. Can’t you do it?”
WTF? This is crazy.
“I’m waiting, Harold! What’s the matter, Harold? Are your hands tied, and you can’t reach the phone? Did your little nurse tie them up over your head to the bed? We do that sometimes, yakow. For our bad boy patients. Are you a bad boy patient, Harold? Did you lie to Nurse CeCe, and now she’s tied your hands up to the headboard? If so, get them up there, Mister! And leave ’em there.”
I can’t believe this. I’m playing along. I see my hands raising and reaching back for the steel frame above me.
“You did it, didn’t you, Harold. Tell Nurse CeCe what you just did.”
“I did what you said. What choice did I have? You know your patients better than I gave you credit for.”
“And you lied to me, right Harold? Say it.”
“Yes, I suppose I did, CeCe.”
“That’s NURSE CeCe to you, old man! And you DID lie to me; there’s no supposing about it. So now you will pay the price. Take off those old man pj’s — I want you naked on your bed. I require my bad patients to stay naked. It serves you right. Now do it!”
“Yes, Nurse CeCe.”
“Now tie each of your jammies to the headboard’s corner posts, leaving a slip-loop for each hand, Harold. That’s what I do here in the ward for bad patients. And you know what comes next, don’t you, Harold? Wiggle your hands into each of them. Are you ready for what comes next, Harold?”
Dang! But I follow her orders. At least I can no doubt wiggle them back out. I’d hate to actually be unable to free myself. How embarrassing.
“Yes, Nurse CeCe.”
“When I count to three, I want you to jerk them hard and tight. One… Two… ”
WTFFFFF???? No way. No fucking way I’m doing that, sexy little nurse or not. Shit no.
“Three!”
Motherfucker! I cannot believe my hands tensed, then jerked TIGHT! Fuck me!
“You did it, didn’t you, Harold? ALL my old boys do. I don’t even have to do it to them — they do it to themselves. You all just simply can’t control yourselves, can you? So you deserve whatever Nurse CeCe has ahead for you. Don’t you, Mister?”
“I can’t believe I actually did that, CeCe. You’ll have to come let me out when you get off your shift, OK?”
“You didn’t answer my question, so that’s an extra punishment, Mister. Let’s try again. You deserve whatever’s coming, don’t you?”
“Yes, Nurse CeCe. But promise me you’ll come untie me later.”
“Never mind about that; just do what Nurse CeCe prescribes, and you’ll be OK. But don’t cross her. She’s not so nice if her boys don’t obey. Got it?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“OK, good boy, Harold. Now, the truth: You do have some blue pills on your nightstand, don’t you, old boy?”
“Yes. A few.”
“Did my boss, the Doctor, prescribe them?”
“Yes, Ma’am. Remember you were the one who got me in as one of his patients?”
“Of course I did. He’s pretty much one of ‘my boys,’ too. You all do what a young blond nurse says, right? No need to answer that — you all do. So tell me, Harold, what does your chart say precisely from your last physical Doctor gave you?”
“I’m sure it says I’m in excellent health.”
“You know that’s not what I’m talking about, Harold. So that’s another punishment in a moment. Do you want to try for 3? Or do you want to tell me exactly the measurement the Doctor took and wrote in your chart and underlined it? Remember, I can easily check his charts, you know. I always do. And he and I have a good laugh every now and again. So tell me, did we laugh at your chart? You know we did. OK, so say it out loud: Exactly, what measurement did he write down and underline? Even punctuated it!”
“3.25”
“Good boy. That’s right. You just saved yourself another punishment from Nurse CeCe. So, here’s a bonus question. If you guess it right, I’ll remove one of your punishments. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Harold? It could save you a few hours tied to your bed, yakow. Yes? But get it wrong, and you get the big 3rd punishment – Strike 3. So, guess carefully. You know me and my hubby, right? So… Did I tell him about your chart, Harold? Yes or no?”
Dawn light is starting to peek into my bedroom. It’s embarrassing enough already, seeing my naked self tied securely to my bed while this vixen of a friend is intimating that she may have told her husband about my smallish dick. And judging from looking at her, she probably married the largest cock at County Hospital. Dang. I can scarcely bring myself to answer her.
“Yes, you told him, didn’t you? And those records are supposed to be highly confidential! I will be humiliated when I see him at the dog park next time.”
“LOL. Of course you will, ha-ha. But at least you saved yourself one punishment when I got off my shift. But you still have one coming, don’t you, Harold?”
“Yes, Miss.”
“So… when I get off. You want me to come right over. True?”
“Yes, please!”
“Would you want me to carry out your prescribed punishment immediately? Or leave you tied up while I nap next to you and do it later? Which?”
“Oh please, CeCe, get it over and let me go. My hands are already going a little numb.”
“Oh, I don’t know, Harold. Since you can’t seem to remember my name is Nurse CeCe to you, maybe I should let you stay the way you are so you can work on your manners. Y’think?”
“I’m so sorry, NURSE CeCe. Yes, please come quickly and get it over with?”
“If you insist, Harold. So, did you ever see my white, heavy-soled nurse’s shoes?”
“No, Ma’am.”
“Well, they’re quite comfy. For me, that is. But some of my bad boy patients say they hurt like the dickens. Would you like me to hurry and get it over with, Harold? And know first-hand what they’re talking about? I promise you the experience of a lifetime (or at least the lifetime of your little babymakers, ha-ha) if you say yes… Or…”
“Or, of course, you could always beg me for a much kinder, gentler consequence of your actions tonight. I could… I suppose… always prescribe something from among our hospital’s various solutions. You know, something not so dramatic or harmful to your little guys down there. Usually, my bad boys on the ward choose from among the softer, more gentle solutions. But it’s up to you, Harold. What will it be? Would you prefer seeing me standing over you on your bed, lining up my nursey shoes for a few good shots on goal with yer little fellas… or what’s behind equipment cabinet #3? Make up your mind quickly, though. If you choose the latter, I’d have some paperwork to do before I get off. Or maybe you’d want to save me the headache and let me just do the ‘Nurses Boogie’ on your privates. Which?”
“Oh please, the softer alternative, OK, Miss?”
“Well, OK, if you insist, Harold. I’ll fill out the necessary forms for requisition, go down to the basement, and pick up just the right-sized device from the Medical Equipment cage. The night manager there is another of my boys — he always aims to please his little Nursey CeCe.” LOL
“Thank you, Nurse CeCe. And please hurry. It’s light outside, and I left my blind window open. It would be humiliating if my neighbors woke up before you arrived. Please!”
“Oh, fun! OK, don’t worry, honey. I’ll be right there and get you all fixed up fine. This can just be our little secret — no need for the whole neighborhood to know. So just cooperate when I come to tap on your window. You can shout your door code nice and loud for me, right?”
“Oh shit yeah, please hurry, Miss!”
“OK, Sweetie. And what fun. I’ve never seen one of my boys so anxious for one of our devices. See you soon. Don’t go away.”
The End.
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