Clarissa - Part 17 (Patreon)

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"She must be busy," Jessie mused, hanging up the phone.

Clarissa let out a sigh of relief, though it was hard to feel too happy when she was tied to a changing table, naked except for a messy diaper and some socks, exposed for anyone who walked in to see, and gagged with a pacifier to keep her from being able to ask for help, or beg anyone that did see her not to tell anyone about this.

Jessie heard her, chuckled, walking back over to her, giving her exposed tummy a tickle. "Don't worry," she teased. "That just means I have to go get her... You're not getting out of this that easily."

Clarissa groaned, shook her head. "Please, Jessie," she whimpered, doubting it would make any difference, even if the girl could clearly hear her. "I-I'm sorry, I'll be good!"

Predictably, Jessie practically skipped out of the room, but, as Clara watched her go, tugging weakly on the restraints holding her in place, she got to see one of the nurses step forward, grab Jessie by the arm, stopping her in her tracks. "And where do you think you're going, young lady?"

"Oh, I'm not a patient," Jessie assured her. "I'm actually helping out... Hey!" She squealed as she was hauled backwards, pushed against one of the exam tables, bent over it, her plaid skirt riding up, exposing a hint of pure white, cotton panties as she wiggled. "Wh-What are you doing?!"

"Who do you think you are?" the nurse demanded. "You've been here long enough to know better. I know you're being considered for a promotion, but you haven't gotten it yet, have you? You are not my equal, and I'm certainly not your servant. Do you think it's proper behavior to just leave your charge behind like this? Or did you assume it was my job to look after her for you, without you so much as having to ask?"

"I-I'm sorry, ma'am!" Jessie exclaimed. "I-I wasn't thinking!"

"No, you weren't," the nurse agreed. "You know who doesn't have to think? Babies... Perhaps you ought to spend a little time as one of those to show you how important thinking before you act is."

Clarissa saw Jessie struggling, looking behind herself, cheeks red as she saw Clara watching, getting the perfect view of her in this position. "Pl-Please, don't, ma'am," Jessie begged. "I-It won't happen again... C-Could you please keep an eye on Clara while I go fetch Ms. Barlow? I-I'll be quick... I-I know you have other things to do, b-but I'd really appreciate it..."

"Hmm..." the nurse pondered for a moment, then landed a hard smack across Jessie's backside, the girl yelping and flinching in surprise before she was released. "All right, I'll let it go this time. If you forget your place again..."

Jessie shook her head. "I won't, ma'am!" she promised, rubbing her bottom. "Th-Thank you!"

She scurried out of the room, though Clarissa didn't have long to appreciate her humiliation before the nurse walked over to her, looking her over. "Aren't you a cute one?" she smiled. "You'll do very well here..."

Clara shook her head, pointing up at her mouth as much as the restraints around her wrists would allow... And, thankfully, the nurse took the hint, undoing the gag. "I don't belong here!" Clarissa blurted out. "Please! I-I have so much money... If you help me out of here, I'll..."

She gasped, wrinkling her nose as the nurse reached down, gave her lumpy backside a rub, pushing the contents against her skin. "It definitely feels like you belong here," she commented. "And smells like it, too, stinky girl. We've had plenty of spoiled heiresses come through here, and none of them have ever been able to offer enough to make me risk losing my job... I don't think you're going to be able to, either. We get paid very well here... And the consequences of going against our contract are very severe. So, you may have been able to buy your way out of most things in the real world, but that isn't going to work now."

"No!" Clara pouted. She wasn't spoiled! And she wasn't some lazy heiress whose only accomplishment was being born into a rich family... She'd earned that money! "Listen, I..."

Before she could explain any of that, the paci-gag was back in place. "Be a good girl and wait for Ms. Barlow quietly," the nurse instructed, giving Clara's diaper another pat. "Just as I thought, you don't have anything worthwhile to say anyway."