3. Cassie
Cassie
I knew it was bad, but when the sexy doctor—who was also a little grouchy—started to pick off bits of flesh, I was pretty sure I wasn’t gonna make it. They said the good die young, and I was a good girl, so that tracked.
But every time I whimpered in pain and squirmed underneath him, Doctor Dayton pressed his hand against my calf and squeezed it, giving me a moment to catch my breath before he had to scrape at another tender area.
“You’re lucky you don’t need skin grafts, Cassie.” He put the awful tweezer thingy down and grabbed a tube of thick ointment. “It could have been much worse.”
“I doubt it.” I covered my face with my hands and peeked out from between my fingers. “Is that goo gonna make it hurt more?”
He smiled and squirted a thick layer of the cream onto his gloved hand.
“You mean this? This medical-grade, antibacterial silver sulfadiazine that I’m going to slather all over your thighs and arm to reduce infection and help you heal?
That’s what you’re worried about hurting you?
” He carefully coated the inside of my arm with an even layer.
“Maybe you should have asked yourself that before you started working with wax upwards of 200 degrees in a baby doll dress and panties. Doncha think?”
“Why are you mad at me!” I should’ve gotten teary at his tone, but something about the way he looked at me was different than just someone being mean.
He was being…concerned. And that brought on a totally different physical response from my body.
One that was also wet but between my legs instead of under my eyelids.
“Accidents happen when you create, you know. It’s called an occupational hazard! ”
He scoffed and then moved the cream to my legs. The burn on my right thigh was closer to my knee, but on my left thigh, it spread in blotches from my knee up to my groin, and I knew what was coming next.
“Cassie, in order to make sure your burns don’t extend beneath the elastic leg band of your panties, I’ll need to cut them off.” He looked me in the eye and made sure I was paying attention. “Is that alright with you?”
Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh. He’s gonna cut off my panties.
I hadn’t even shaved in a week. Everything looked mostly tidy down there, but had I known a sexy doctor was gonna be all up in my business, I would’ve taken a few extra minutes to groom during my shower that morning.
“Um, okay, but can’t you just pull them off?
They’re my favorite.” And they were expensive.
He looked me in the eye and shook his head. “I’m sorry, Cassie. You’re not gonna be able to pull them down without scraping your skin, and I don’t want to risk any additional damage.”
“Okay.” I deserved some new ruffled panties anyway.
I still needed to celebrate my new candle shop.
“Do what you gotta do.” I threw my head back, pointing my chin at the ceiling and closing my eyes.
It was so embarrassing to be on display like that, but he was a doctor.
He saw private parts every day. He probably didn’t even notice the difference between a foot or a vagina anymore.
I giggled and imagined a doctor who didn’t know the difference between those parts.
“Did something happen that I missed?” His voice was low enough that I knew he expected an answer.
“I was just thinking about how doctors are probably used to seeing lots of crazy things.” I cleared my throat and tried to play it cool as if having to cut people out of underwear was a normal thing.
He smiled but kept his head down. “I do. Every day. And you have nothing to be ashamed of.”
“I’m not ashamed.” I was a little too quick to say that because, for a very long time, I had been ashamed of my body and how it looked.
Always worrying about being a little thicker around the waist or rounder in the bottom.
But now, I was proud of my body and the way my soft curves filled out my Little dresses and onesies and…
diapers. Skinny babies weren’t cute at all. “I’m just…shy.”
He finished on my outer thigh and then looked back at me. “Nothing to be shy about either, Cassie. I’m just here to take care of you.”
And then he had to go and say that.
Those were the words I’d longed to hear from a Daddy for so long.
I had friends and caretakers at the club who would say it during a scene, but no one really meant it.
Not for real. They just meant it for a specific moment, but never like they actually cared about me.
“Thank you, D— Um, Doctor.” Oops. Almost at the other D word.
And then that made my dirty mind think of the other other D word as my eyes trailed down to his crotch.
Was that a bulge sticking out?
It kinda looked like a bulge. Maybe he was just positioned funny, but something was definitely happening in his pants as he carefully removed my panties and folded them up in a small square before he put them beside my foot.
The doctor held up his hand to get my attention back where it belonged.
“I’m going to touch the skin right at the crease of your pelvis to make sure it’s not tender. Is that okay, Cassie?”
I nodded as I stared right into his eyes. “Yes, I trust you.”
He sucked in a quick breath, and his eyes drifted shut for a moment. Was that a normal reaction? Nothing felt normal anymore.
I closed my eyes too and tried not to think about the fact that this handsome doctor was looking at my pussy and touching the sides of it, and I couldn’t even remember his name anymore. “Excuse me, Doctor.”
“Yes, Cassie. Is everything alright?”
“Yes. I just… Um, I can’t remember your name.”
Even though his mask was up now, I could tell he was smiling by the way his eyes crinkled a little bit. “Dayton Janssen.”
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. “Dr. Dayton Janssen,” I whispered softly. “My hero.”