7. Cassie
Cassie
I practically ran into the bedroom just to catch my breath. Dr. Dayton is a Daddy Dom.
And he bought me panties.
That had to mean something, right? I looked for my phone so I could text my friends and ask what they thought, but I’d left it out there.
Since I couldn’t go back and get it, I removed my shirt and my leggings and put on a loose dress.
It wasn’t a fancy dress for parties or tea time, just cotton with short sleeves and it flowed to my knees so he could easily look at my legs too.
I wasn’t wrapping my thighs anymore because the skin that had burned was healing well, and I’d been keeping it protected under shorts or leggings every day.
But for now, for my doctor, I would leave it exposed.
I also changed into a pair of blue panties that matched the dress, just as an added bonus.
The pink and yellow tulip panties I had on just didn't match.
After running a brush through my hair and then putting it back up in the same messy bun it had been in, but just softer and smoother, I went back out to the living room. Dr. Dayton was sitting on my couch, reading one of the boxes that my soy wax came in.
As soon as he saw me, he smiled. “That’s a very pretty dress.”
“Thank you. It’s not one of my dress-up dresses. Just a let-my-doctor-see-my-burns kind of dress.”
He held out his arm to gesture me forward. “Let’s take a look, and if everything is healing nicely, maybe we can go get a treat.”
“A treat? A present and a treat? I feel like I don’t deserve all this.”
He frowned and cocked his head. “You do, Cassie. You definitely deserve presents and treats. I’m sorry if anyone in the past has ever made you feel like you don’t, but I can promise that I see what a good girl you are. I know you deserve all the positive attention a Daddy can give you.”
My throat started to hurt from the emotion creeping into it.
Why was he so nice to me? No one had ever said anything like that to me, and he hardly knew if it was even true.
I was about to say as much when he lifted my hand onto his lap and began to carefully unwrap the bandage.
“You’ve been wrapping this all by yourself? ”
“I do everything by myself.” I shrugged and looked away from him, afraid another dumb tear might sneak out of my dumb eye. “Otherwise, I would never get anything done.”
He sucked in a deep inhale through his nose as he lifted the back of my arm to get a closer look at the exposed skin.
“Looks really good, Cassie.” He gently pressed his fingertips around the edges.
“The cream is doing its job, and I’m happy with the proliferation here.
This is fresh skin that usually takes a little bit longer to look this good. ”
I felt like a superstar in the burn healing department. “Thank you, sir.”
He looked up at me, and I could tell there was something running behind his eyes, but he shook it off and then scooted back on the couch. “May I look at your legs, too?”
“Yep. That’s why I put on a dress.” I planted my foot on the couch cushion, then dropped my hands in front of my crotch to keep it covered as he looked at my right thigh and then my left.
Again, he ran his finger along the edge of the regrowth line, stopping short before getting to the fabric that covered my pussy.
“Beautiful.” He looked up at me and held my gaze.
“I’m very proud of how well you’ve taken care of your burns, Cassie.
I think you’ve earned an ice cream cone. ”
I clapped my hands together in front of my chest and nodded in excitement. “Yes, yes, yes. I love ice cream. And maybe even some sprinkles?”
He pretended to look over the burn on my arm one more time as if considering the request. “Yeah, I think sprinkles are in order.”
“Thank you so much.” I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around his neck, squeezing him tightly. “You’re the best D—, um, doctor ever.”
His arms wrapped around my back and held me pressed against his chest. “Sounded like you were going to say a different word than doctor.”
Oops . I tried to look as contrite as possible, but I was also kinda excited by this line of questioning. “I think maybe I almost called you Daddy.”
“And what stopped you?” he whispered.
I didn’t know how to answer that, so I just threw up my hands and shrugged.
“I don’t know if I’m allowed to. Do I just get to decide that?
How does this work? At the club, the Daddies expect us to call them that.
And Daddy Troy and Daddy Carter are…well, that’s who they are.
All the Little Lovelies call them that. But you’re Doctor Dayton. So…what should I call you?”
“Depends on what you want from me, Cassie.” He stared at me for so long I started to squirm.
“If you want to be my Little girl, you’ll call me Daddy or sir.
If you want to be my friend, and my patient, you may call me Doctor Dayton or just Dayton.
” He smirked as his features relaxed a bit.
“Some of my buddies in high school even called me DJ when I went through an EDM phase, if that’s more your style. ”
I shook my head, amused but focused on the first part of what he’d said. “You want to be my Daddy and for me to be your Little girl? Like, for scenes or playdates or…all the time?”
His eyes had an unwavering grip on me. “I’ve done scenes and playdates for a long time, Cassie. I’m willing to start there, but ultimately, I’m looking for something full-time. Long term.”
“Oh.” I dropped against the back of the couch and sighed. “Yeah, me too.”
“In that case.” He put his hand on my knee. “Let’s start with ice cream and see where things go.”
“Yes, please!” I jumped up and ran toward the door, then realized that was a bad idea when my thighs rubbed, and the tender skin screamed at me. “Oh, ouch. Chub rub. brB, Daddy.” Then I detoured back to my room and slipped on some shorts that covered my proliferation or whatever Daddy called it.
Friction made for owie skin.