“No. I probably wouldn’t be bringing you panties if I did.”
“Oh.” She twisted to the side, adorably bashful once again. “That’s true.”
“Now, may I take a look at your burns?”
She held her arm up to me but didn’t make any move to pull up her sleeve. “It’s much, much better. Still a little ouchie when I bend, but hardly even pink at all.”
“I’m glad to hear that.” I slipped my finger underneath the wristband, but it was snug fitted, and I was afraid to stretch it out. “Would you like to change into something with short sleeves, so I can see a little better?”
“Yes, sir.” She hopped up in a single bound and bounced toward the bedroom. “I’ll be right back. You can sit on the couch if you want. That’s usually where I sit… Unless I melt into a puddle.”
I shook my head as I watched her walk away. That girl had a lot of energy.
The question was whether she’d let me put it to good use.
Chapter 7
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 wassitting 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.”
