Page 66 of The Secret Club
“I have come to take care of you.”
“You have?” I reply brightly, but I still dare not move.
“Yes, I have lots of creams and ointments to get you soothed and healed in no time,” he replies in a soothing doctor’s tone.
“Thank you, that would be appreciated,” and I mean it. I have sores and pains in places I’ve never hurt before. “Did you watch?”
“Sweet girl weallwatched. Watching you succumb to David has been quite the highlight. There wasn’t a dry dick in the room, you were spectacular,” he replies enamoured.
My heart flutters. This warms my core. I want to make sure everyone is getting what they paid for.
“You enjoyed it,” I glow.
“Oh baby, we all did. Every spank of your beautiful, bruised arse, every line made by the crop, every slap of your gorgeous breasts. We felt them, we loved them, every single one,” he says wistfully, remembering them. “I didn’t think I would be into impact play as much as I was earlier. I think we all agreed, watching that was something we unexpectedly enjoyed more than we initially thought.”
Dr Jack puts down a large toiletry bag down next to my hip that I hadn’t noticed he was holding. I hear him unzipping it.
“I know you are sore, sweet girl, but you took your impact play so well. I’m going to make it feel all better now. First, I’m going to run you a bath filled with Epsom salts to release those tense muscles of yours, then I’m going to treat any sores and bruises. You will feel good as new in no time.”
Relief washes over me. I am in a bit of a state, I didn’t know how I was going to recover in time for whatever else they have planned for me. “Stay here sweet girl, I’ll be back when I’m ready for you.” He runs the lightest of touches over my sore bottom up towards my waist before he takes his hand away and I watch his back disappear into the bathroom. I laugh to myself, he is wearing his white doctor’s coat again.
Lavender floats to the bed on clouds of steam as the tub is being filled. I would use lavender myself at home, it’s just another sweet touch I know is Dr Jack’s. He appears back in the doorway, his white coat off and his arms appear damp. “Can you roll on your back for me?” he asks gently.
“Yes,” I reply and begin to move in slow motion, squeezing my eyes shut and biting down a squeal of pain as I roll so I’m lying face up. Dr Jack, bends his knees and scoops me up into his arms and walks me into the bathroom where he lowers me into the steaming lavender-scented water. I let out an audiblesigh, “Ahhhh.” The water feels like a warm hug but the few sores I must have prickle and sting like stinging nettles throbbing across my skin.
“Give the bath time to soak your muscles and the stinging will eventually stop too. Just lie back and relax now.”
I lie back and rest my head on the bath, closing my eyes, ready to let the bath do its magic. I feel fingers at my scalp, my eyes opening in surprise as Dr Jack begins to massage my head. What a delight it feels to alleviate pressures I hadn’t realised I’d been holding onto. Tingles float down my spine and pleasure erupts in my core. I close my eyes again and drift away as his clever fingers caress my scalp. I never want him to stop.
I have no concept of time, but I feel Dr Jack’s fingers eventually stop moving, and then notice they are no longer on my head. I open my eyes and see he’s grabbed a pink fluffy towel. “You’ll be a shrivelled prune unless I get you out now,” he chuckles at me. My eyelids feel heavy and I fake a scowl up at him as he offers a hand for me to take. I take his hand, and he helps me to stand up slowly as I begin to feel my head rush and I sway.
“Easy tiger, I’ve got you,” he drops the towel and reaches for my other hand gripping them both tightly. “Ok, one foot at a time now,” he instructs, and I do as he asks. When I’m standing safely on the bath mat, he wraps me in the towel carefully before patting me down gently. I do feel remarkably better and even my sores are not smarting half as much as they were.
Dr Jack, leads me over to the sink and I look at myself, all pink and blotchy from the bath. The bottom of my dark hair dripping from being in the bath.
“Bend over and rest your arms on the sink, I am going to rub antiseptic into those couple of sores from the crop and then arnica lotion into your bottom. Deep breaths.”
I sure need the deep breaths as the antiseptic is gentlydabbed onto a few places on the back of my thighs and then a few on my bottom. I whimper but don’t move a muscle.
“There, there, all done my brave girl. You did so well. Let me make it all better for you now.” I hear a jar being opened before I feel cold lotion being carefully applied to my arse cheeks. This time I don’t whimper but let out a sign of relief as the lotion soothes into my bruised skin. Bending over my body, I can feel Dr Jack’s heat and the stiffness in his trousers brushes up against me. “Stand up and let me check your front.”
I straighten and spin to face him, looking up to his boyish face. He lowers his eyes and runs them down my neck and to my purpling breasts. “I’m going to need to make these feel better,” he says as he runs his thumbs up from the underside of my breasts up to my nipples and circles them gently. I close my eyes and lean into the sensations he’s creating in me. When I open my eyes, he’s rubbing the arnica lotion into his hands before carefully stroking them across my breasts, one at a time. Not once does he add pressure or hurt me in any way. It’s such a featherlight touch, I look down to check he’s actually rubbing the cream into my skin.
“Cook will be in shortly with an early dinner, then rest. Doctor’s orders,” he smiles at me.
“Yes Doctor,” I reply, my voice low and throaty. Dr Jack’s pupils dilate, he suddenly looks like he’s about to pounce on me before he straightens up and takes my hand.
“Say that to me again when you’ve healed and see what happens,” he threatens. Both fear and excitement make my heart pound in my chest. Dr Jack can look scary at the flick of a switch. Why does that turn me on so much? “Let’s get you settled before I let Mr Hyde loose on you.”He doesn’t mean Cook, is he talking about himself?I wonder.
My eyes widen at that. So, he does have two sides and he’s very much aware of them. I can feel one bubbling under the surface, but I haven’t seen it unleashed yet. Should I beworried? The heat between my thighs says I want to know for myself, sooner rather than later. Once I’ve healed a little at least.
Pulling me into the bedroom, Dr Jack walks me toward the bed. Before I begin to contemplate sitting down, he reaches for my face and kisses me softly. He tastes of mint and cinnamon. When he pulls away, he says, “I’ve wanted to do that since I laid eyes on you. I need to step away before I lose control. I’m going to give some arnica cream to Carl for tomorrow. You should feel much better in the morning. I’m not saying it will perform miracles but also, that is some special cream. Good night sweet girl, see you very soon.”
“Thank you for taking care of me,” I say in a small voice as he turns to leave. I squeeze his hand to emphasize it. He turns, torture in his eyes—he’s fighting himself to leave me right now to recover. I hope he knows I do want to play with him, very soon. I hope I heal overnight.
When he opens the door, I shuffle myself back on the bed but this time my movements don’t feel so stiff. The bath has done wonders for my body. Even my sores don’t feel so angry. Feeling brave, I sit on my bottom and reach for my book. Settling back, I begin to read and lose myself in the book for I don’t know how long—hours?
When a light knock comes at the door, I almost jump out of my skin. For a moment, I had truly forgotten where I was, so deep into my story. In bustles Cook holding one large smoothie with a straw. It’s then that I realise Tom isn’t in the room, neither is the wooden cross frame or picnic table. He must have left when I was put into the bath. I wonder if I’ll see him for the rest of the evening.
