A Special Course of Treatment

In the early 1900s, a young woman visits a doctor. She needs more treatment than she thought.

Not for those under 18 (or whatever the legal age for this sort of stuff is in your area). If you’re not that old, Boo! Go away now. If you are offended by graphic descriptions of sexual activities, especially non-consensual ones, then don’t read this. All characters and situations are fictional.

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“And what can I do for you, Miss Hawkins?”

Emily shifted uneasily. It wasn’t her seat’s fault. The chair was plump and plush and the red leather just moulded around her.  So elegant, like the rest of the office. It must have all been so expensive. She’d have been worried about the price of the consultation if she hadn’t already fixed that with the Doctor’s assistant. A very attractive young lady who’d given her name as Miss Simmons. Not that the woman had been anything less than professional, suitably demure long grey skirt and white blouse. Her red hair up in a tidy bun.

It matched what Emily had done with her blonde hair. Of course Emily had removed her hat and coat. But she still had on the dark blue jacket that matched her long skirt.

“Miss Hawkins?”

Emily swallowed nervously. She reminded herself that it was a new century. The 1900’s.  A young lady could visit a doctor by herself.

“Take your time,” Dr. Roberts reassured her. “I do realise that some things can be difficult.”

“I, um, that is to say.”

Oh dear. This is ridiculous.

The doctor simply waited patiently.

“I have these, um, headaches.”

It was terribly embarrassing. Although Emily wasn’t sure whether it was her ailment or her difficulty in speaking about it that discomforted her more.

“I’m sure that I can assist you,” the Doctor replied, rising from his seat and picking up some strange metal device. He did look the part. Grey hair, a serious and thoughtful mien. His grey suit was understated but refined.

Everything a doctor should be.

“If you could tilt your head to the side, please.”

Emily did as she was told.  Then waited nervously as the Doctor carefully placed something in her ear, peering inside. She could faintly see a light in the corner of her eye. He repeated the procedure on her other ear. Then peered into her eyes before gently laying his fingers on her temples.

Those nerves only stretched tighter as the doctor resumed his seat without saying a word.

“How often do you get these headaches?” he asked.

“Two… Two or three times a day,” Emily admitted. “Mostly.”

“And is there any particular place or circumstance?”

“Often at work. Not always,” Emily added hurriedly. “Just sometimes.”

“At work, you say,” the Doctor frowned. “Where is it that you find employment?”

“Cameron and Sons. The ironworks. I am a clerk there. It is perfectly respectable occupation for a young lady.” Emily added that last with a degree of defiance. “I am twenty-one.”

“Indeed,” Dr. Roberts acknowledged. “But I was curious as to where. I shall give you something for the headaches. And I advise you to take a break every two hours. It might be something in the air there, or you might be overstraining your concentration. Either way, I expect that you’ll be right as rain in a few days.”

“Oh, thank you Doctor,” Emily felt her chest heave, a weight off her mind.

“But…”

Emily froze, half out of her seat.  Slowly she sank back down, the doctor’s eyes on her.

“Hmm,” he pondered. “You do seem, if I might say so, a little nervous.”

“Oh, uh, no,” Emily flustered. “Not at all. I-”

“I think,” the Doctor put her off, forcefully but not unkindly. “That consulting with a physician is not something that you are entirely comfortable with.”

“Um, well.” Emily swallowed. It was true. Talking to a doctor, a man she didn’t know, about something as private as her health, wasn’t something that came easily. Even one as understanding as Dr. Roberts seemed to be. She’d only come here on the recommendation of her friend, Jane. Her fingers twitched nervously.

“I think we should deal with that before we move on to anything else.”

“There’s something else?” Emily’s voice, between her nervousness and her sore throat, was little more than a squeak.

The doctor didn’t reply directly, instead retrieving his pocket watch from his waistcoat and consulting it. “Yes, there is time. And a patient should be comfortable with their doctor. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“I, I suppose so.” To Emily’s surprise, he hadn’t returned his watch to its pocket. Instead, he was holding it up by its chain, the watch dangling between them.

“It is very important that you listen to your doctor.”

Emily could agree with that. And listening to him, she wouldn’t have to say anything. She could listen. Even if, for some reason, her eyes were fixed on the watch.

Which was swinging from side to side. How long had it been doing that?

“Let your eyes follow the watch.” The doctor’s tone was so soothing, his voice flowing over her. “Back and forth.”

Emily had no idea how this was supposed to help her, but she’d do what her doctor said.

“So relaxing, just watching it swing back and forth.”

Emily supposed that was true. She did feel more relaxed than she had. Even if there was still the occasional nervous twitch of a finger.

Her eyes followed the watch as it swung one way, then the other, then back again. It was relaxing. Soothing. So easy to sit there and watch it.

Watch the watch. Emily almost giggled at the thought. But that would be embarrassing.

She was supposed to watch.

“Just watching. So relaxing, not having to do anything else.”

She wasn’t doing anything else. Her fingers had stopped their nervous twitching. She was sinking into the chair; her eyes fixed on the watch.

“Just letting your eyes follow the watch as it swings. Going deeper with each swing. Letting your thoughts go, one by one by one. Back and forth. Back… and forth.”

She wasn’t moving at all, perfectly still. There were just her eyes, tracking the movement of the watch. As her thoughts seemed to slow.

As there seemed to be less of them.

“Back and forth. Not thinking about anything else.”

Was that right…? Emily could almost feel the thoughts slipping out of her head as the watch swung back and forth. Were her lips parted? Did a sigh escape from them?

She didn’t know.

“Back and forth.”

All she had to do was let her eyes follow the watch.

“Deeper and deeper. Down into a warm comfortable place. Letting my voice lead your there. You don’t need any thoughts, just follow my voice as your eyes follow the watch back and forth.”

Emily was hardly aware that she was still breathing. Hardly aware of where she was. There was just the watch. And that voice.

“Deeper and deeper with each swing. Until there are no thoughts in your head. Just my voice. Listening to my voice. Believing it. Are you going deeper?”

“Yes.” It was easy to say that.

“Back and forth. Sinking into that warm, comfortable place. Letting the last of your thoughts go as you sink down. Are you letting your thoughts go?”

“Yes.”

She was watching the watch. She didn’t need to think about anything.

“That’s very good. Keep your eyes on the watch as it swings. Back and forth.”

“Back and forth.”

Emily didn’t know how many times he said that. Didn’t know how many times the watch swung back and forth.

There was just the watch and the voice and the emptiness in her mind.

“You are deeply mesmerised.”

The voice said it, so it had to be true.

“Being mesmerised is warm and comfortable. Being mesmerised means that you have no thoughts.”

She had no thoughts, so the words sank into her empty mind.

“You want your doctor to mesmerise you. You need your doctor to mesmerise you. Being mesmerised makes you comfortable with your doctor. You want to be comfortable with your doctor. So you need to be mesmerised.”

She needed to be mesmerised. She wanted her doctor to mesmerise her.

“It needs a professional to mesmerise you, so you will only let your doctor mesmerise you.”

Of course she would. He was a professional.

“Every day, you will think about being mesmerised, dream about it.”

She would.

“You trust your doctor. You believe your doctor. You want your doctor to mesmerise you each time you visit.”

It was natural to trust her doctor. And believe him.

And she did so want to be mesmerised.

“So I suggest another appointment in three days. Your symptoms should have improved by then. But I do want to be sure.”

Emily blinked. Had they been…?

Oh, he’d mesmerised her. That was good. She wanted her doctor to mesmerise her. Even if she couldn’t remember exactly what they’d spoken about while she was mesmerised.

“Speak with Miss Simmons on your way out. She will give you a time.”

Of course she could do that. She trusted her doctor. And perhaps, at their next appointment, he’d mesmerise her again.

She wanted that.

---

“And how have the headaches been?” Doctor Roberts asked at her next appointment.

“Gone,” Emily beamed. “Completely gone.”

She was right to trust her doctor. But she hoped that the success of her treatment wasn’t all that the appointment would cover.

She so wanted to be mesmerised by her doctor.

“Very good,” Doctor Roberts nodded. “You must keep up your breaks, though. Take short walks outside. Is there anything else?”

“Yes,” Emily replied, taking a deep breath. “I want you to… Could you. Please. I want you to… Oh dear. I want you to mesmerise me!” She sank into her chair, embarrassed at how forward she’d been.

“Of course,” the Doctor smiled reassuringly, reaching for his watch where it lay nestled in his waistcoat.

Yes! Oh, yes!

It was what she needed.

“Please keep your eyes on the watch as it swings back and forth.”

Emily could do that. She wanted to. This was what she had come for. The headaches didn’t matter. They were gone. What was important was that she needed to be mesmerised. It was what she’d dreamed of for the last three days. Moments, drifting off at work, picturing the watch. Remembering how wonderful it had felt. When she took her walks during her break. When she ate. When she chatted to her friend Jane at the boarding house they shared.

When she was alone.

“Simply sitting there, your eyes following the watch as it swings.”

Emily did, her eyes fixed on the swinging watch.

“Back and forth, falling to that warm comfortable place.”

The Doctor’s words washed over her.

“Back and forth, letting your thoughts go.”

Washed her thoughts away.

“Back and forth.”

So many times, a thought vanishing with each swing. It was so easy to let go. So right.

It was what she wanted.

“Back and forth. Until there are no thoughts in your mind.”

There were no thoughts. There was just the swinging watch and the voice.

“You trust your doctor.”

Emily did.

“You believe your doctor.”

Why wouldn’t she? He was mesmerising her. It was what she wanted.

“If your doctor tells you that something is wrong with you, you will believe him.”

She would. He knew best.

“You will accept any treatments that he prescribes.”

She would. He was her doctor. And she trusted him.

“There,” Doctor Roberts smiled.

Emily smiled. She felt warm and comfortable. He’d mesmerised her. It didn’t matter if she couldn’t remember exactly what he’d said while the watch swung back and forth.

“I think we are progressing with your reluctance to properly confide in me.”

Emily could agree with that. She trusted him. She didn’t feel any reluctance about speaking with him. Not anymore. But she wasn’t going to say that.

He might not mesmerise her anymore if she did.

“Now that your headaches are under control, I would like to talk about…” Doctor Roberts didn’t say any more, simply tapping his cheek with one finger.

Emily frowned at him.

He tapped his cheek again.

Oh. Emily’s fingers slowly rose to her own cheek, touched the spot that mirrored where the doctor was tapping.

“My … my beauty spot?” Emily blinked in confusion, her fingers still on her cheek. “But…”

“I am aware,” the doctor replied gravely, “that some women prize them. But they can also turn malignant.”

Emily stiffened in her seat, her anxiety flaring back to life. Malignant? She didn’t want that.

“If I may examine it.”

“Of, of course,” Emily swallowed nervously.

She sat so still, worry eating at her, as Doctor Roberts examined her cheek through a magnifying glass.

“It is quite safe,” he declared at last. “For now. But that may change.”

“Oh.” If my doctor tells me something is wrong with me, I believe him.

“I shall prescribe a cream. Miss Simmons will be able to provide you with it. You will need to apply it every day for a week. Then come to see me again.”

I will accept any treatment that my doctor prescribes.

And another appointment meant he might mesmerise her again.

“Yes, Doctor.”

As the redhead handed Emily the jar containing the ointment she took the chance to take a glance at the woman’s face. She did the same with Mrs Calloway, the housekeeper. Neither woman had a mark on their face. Their complexions were so fine, radiant even. Emily was often complimented on her looks.  ‘Oh, she has such a wonderful complexion! And that blonde hair! So fine!’ But she didn’t think her complexion matched theirs.

I trust my doctor.

If my doctor tells me something is wrong with me, I believe him.

I will accept any treatment that my doctor prescribes.

---

“As you can see, it is quite gone!” Emily beamed excitedly at her next appointment with Dr. Roberts. She had watched everyday as her beauty spot had faded until it disappeared.

She was right to trust her doctor.

“So you applied the cream every day?” he asked courteously.

“Oh yes, Doctor Roberts,” Emily replied earnestly. “Every morning. Without fail.”

“Very good. But is that the only such mark that you have?”

“I-I’m sorry, Doctor?” Emily frowned in confusion. It would be quite obvious to anyone that she didn’t have any other beauty spots.

“Elsewhere on your body, that is.”

“Oh, uh, well,” Ann spluttered. There were some on her arms. And a couple on her stomach, And her legs. “That is.” The doctor couldn’t mean those, could he? He couldn’t want to see them?

“I see that we need something else first.”

To Emily’s relief, Dr Roberts drew out his watch.

“Back and forth.”

He was mesmerising her. That was so much better than thinking about the idea that he might want to examine parts of her body. That she might have to show them to him. Emily swallowed nervously at the idea.

“Back and forth.”

So much easier to let her eyes follow the watch as it swung back and forth.

This was what she wanted.

“Back and forth. Letting your thoughts go as your eyes follow the watch.”

So easy to just sit there and let everything go.

“Slipping down to that warm, comfortable place. Where there are no thoughts.”

She had no thoughts.

“You are comfortable with your doctor examining you. You will co-operate with your examination.”

She… she would. She trusted her doctor.

“You trust your doctor.”

She did.

“If your doctor tells you that something is wrong with you, you will believe him.”

He’d told her that before. She believed it. He’d cured her headaches and her beauty spot. Why wouldn’t she believe him?

“You will accept any treatments that he prescribes.”

His treatments worked. Of course she would accept them.

“If you could remove your outer garments, please.”

Emily blinked. He had mesmerised her. Which was what she wanted. What she needed. And he was her doctor. But removing her clothes…

“Miss Hawkins…”

“Oh, um, if you really think so. I mean, um.” It was all so embarrassing.

“I am a medical man. And it is important.”

“Oh well,” Emily flustered. “If you think so. But…”

“Your skirt, jacket and blouse, please. I could call Miss Simmons to assist.”

“No, no,” Emily replied hurriedly. One person seeing her without them would be quite enough. “If you think it best.”

“I do,” the Doctor replied firmly.

“Oh, well then.”

Heart in her mouth Emily rose to her feet, slipping off her jacket. There wasn’t really a problem with that. She still had her blouse and skirt. She would often remove her jacket before sitting at her desk at work. But any more than that…

“Miss Hawkins.”

Anymore than that. Well. No-one had had ever seen her in less than that. Well, not since she was child, and that didn’t count.

I trust my doctor.

She did.

I will co-operate with my examination.

She had to.

Heart in her mouth, Emily undid the buttons keeping her skirt fastened, stepped out of it. She still had her underskirts on. All he’d be able to see was perhaps her ankles.

It was still so embarrassing.

I will co-operate with my examination.

Carefully placing her skirt on the back of the chair where she’d left her jacket, she undid the cuffs on her blouse. It was so strange, undressing in front of a man, even if he was her doctor. Should there have been some screen behind which she could have done this? It wouldn’t have made any difference; he’d still have seen her at the end.

She undid her cuffs. Fingers trembling, she reached for the buttons on her blouse. Undid them.

I trust my doctor.

She slipped her blouse from her shoulders. Laid it over her skirt. He could see her arms! Her bare arms!

“You can trust me,” Doctor Roberts said.

I trust my doctor. Even though she did, anxiety clawed at her.

“Look at the watch.”

A wave of calm flowed over Emily as she he swung the watch back and forth in front of her. He was mesmerising her. That was so much better than worrying about her state of undress.

With no thoughts, how could she worry?

“You are comfortable with me examining you this way.”

She was.

“You have no hesitation in letting your doctor see you this way.”

Why would she? She trusted her doctor.

She didn’t need to worry about anything else he said.

“Hmm,” Doctor Roberts pondered gravely. He was holding out one of Emily’s arms to her side. Examining it. When had that happened? Hadn’t he been mesmerising her? Emily was sure that he had. But he was examining her now, holding her bare arm, peering at it.

That didn’t bother her in the slightest.

“I would like to make a complete examination.”

A complete examination!? Emily snapped her arm back, hugged her chest. He couldn’t mean…? No, no, that was impossible.

“I see,” Doctor Roberts nodded gravely. “Perhaps another time.”

Emily wasn’t sure that was ever going to happen. If she didn’t trust him so much, there might not be a next time.

And she did need him to mesmerise her.

“But I can,” her doctor continued, “see some spots on your arms that do concern me. Miss Simmons will give you some more of the cream. I would like you to apply it thoroughly to your hands and arms. Plus your face and neck.”

“But I thought…?” Emily’s fingers rose to where her beauty spot had been.

“Best to be sure,” the doctor replied reassuringly. “You should dress now.”

Emily scurried to retrieve her clothes.

“And then you will see me again in a week.”

---

Every morning, without fail, Emily applied the cream. The results were obvious, marks and spots disappearing from her arms. It wasn’t just that. She was sure that her complexion was changing. Not that she was concerned. If it was changing, it was for the better. Clearer, brighter.

Smoother.

I trust my doctor.

Why wouldn’t she, when he was taking such diligent care of her?

If there was any problem, it was that she could detect an obvious juncture between where she was applying the cream and where she was not. At her shoulders and the base of her neck. Where the cream was applied her skin was smoother, paler. Completely free of any imperfections. Why, even the faint scar on her arm from a childhood accident had now vanished completely.

But there was a definite contrast between those areas and the rest of her skin. Not obvious, but Emily was certain that it was visible. Not that anyone would see it, the junctions completely covered by her clothes, only her face, neck and hands showing when she was properly dressed. But even so it, it was concerning.

I will accept any treatment that my doctor prescribes.

Doctor Roberts would only be giving her something that was good for her.

I trust my doctor.

And her complexion, soft and smooth and almost glowing now, did look so much better.

“So did Doctor Roberts help with your headaches?” her friend Jane asked. They were in the sitting room of the boarding house for young ladies where each of them had a room. They were the only residents at the moment. Mrs Brown, the owner, had said she was looking to let the other rooms but hadn’t found anyone suitable yet. “No more problems?”

“Oh yes,” Emily replied happily. “They’re completely gone now. He’s such a wonder.”

“He is,” Jane agreed, the brunette nodding sagely. “You should keep seeing him.”

“I should.” Why wouldn’t she? She trusted her doctor.

Emily didn’t even comment on the improvements in her friend’s complexion.

---

Oh, my complexion looks like hers now. The surprised thought occurred to the young woman as Doctor Roberts’ housekeeper, Mrs Calloway, opened the door to the doctor’s premises. I wonder if he treats her as well? It would make sense, the young woman supposed.  Miss Simmons too, I suppose.

The redhead’s complexion was so wonderfully pale and clear, her skin so smooth.

Just like Jane’s.

Just like Emily’s was now.

“And how have you been getting on?” the doctor asked after she was seated in his consulting room.

“Very well, thank you,” Emily replied, hands resting on her bag where it sat on her lap. “Still no headaches and your cream has worked remarkably well.”

The doctor rose, coming around to Emily’s side of the table. Gently he took her chin in his hand, turning her head from side to side. “Indeed. But I should like to see the full results.”

“Of course, Doctor,” Emily replied as he stepped back. She knew what he meant. She had to remove her clothes.

That wasn’t a problem.

She trusted her doctor.

Taking off her clothes in front of her doctor didn’t bother her at all.

Emily simply stood there, after removing her jacket, blouse and skirt, and let the doctor examine her arms.

“Hmm,” he nodded after a time. “Please, resume your seat.”

“Shouldn’t I?” Emily waved vaguely at her clothes. “I think I…”

“Take your seat,” Doctor Roberts ordered.

Emily did.

She trusted her doctor.

She might have liked to put her clothes back on, but he had seen her like this. So why make a fuss?

“I am pleased with your progress,” the doctor announced after they’d both sat down. “Do you have any concerns?”

“Oh no, doctor,” Emily replied hurriedly. “All those spots are gone. And it seems to be doing wonders for my complexion. Although…” she added, swallowing nervously.

“Yes…?” Doctor Roberts prompted.

“Well, I,” Emily began. “Where I’ve been applying the cream. And where I haven’t. I think perhaps you can see… And perhaps anyone would…”

“You can the difference between the treated and untreated areas of your skin.”

“Yes,” Emily nodded eagerly. “Just so. I…”

“You should have more treatments.”

I will accept any treatment that my doctor prescribes.

The thought seemed so natural, so right. But that would mean applying the cream to… And he’d want to see…

I trust my Doctor.

She did. But some things…

“You seem troubled.”

Emily’s attention was jerked back to the man sitting across from her. Her doctor. She trusted him. And any treatments he prescribed. But he’d need to see more of her body. She had no issues with him seeing her arms. Why would that bother her? But any more….

It was too much.

“Look at the watch, Miss Hawkins.”

Emily hadn’t noticed him retrieving his watch. It didn’t matter. It was swinging. Back and forth. He was mesmerising her. It was what she wanted.

What she needed.

“Back and forth.”

Emily knew what she had to do. Her eyes were following the watch as it swung.

“Back and forth. Sinking down to that warm, comfortable place where there are no thoughts.”

She had no thoughts.

“You will be comfortable disrobing in front of your doctor.”

She would.

“You will allow your doctor to examine you in any way he sees fit. You will feel relaxed and comfortable with this.”

She would.

Why would she do anything different?

“If you could disrobe now, please.”

Quickly, Emily rid herself of her outer garments. That wasn’t a problem at all.

“Ah yes,” Doctor Roberts observed, examining one of her arms. “Quite a successful treatment.”

Emily smiled happily at that.

“Now, if you could complete your disrobing so I may examine you properly.”

But that would mean … underskirts and corset and shift and, well, everything.

I will be comfortable disrobing in front of my doctor.

“Miss Hawkins.”

Oh. he wanted her to disrobe. Completely.

Emily couldn’t see why that was a problem. He was her doctor. She was comfortable disrobing in front of her doctor.

As she loosened the ties on her corset, Emily felt no hesitation at all. If anything, it made her feel even more relaxed. Her doctor was going to examine her. It almost felt like a burden removed as she stepped out of her underskirts. As she placed her shift on the growing pile.

As she slipped her bloomers down.

Emily did swallow nervously as he approached her. He was her doctor. But no man had ever seen her like this.

“Perhaps a light trance would help. You might even say I am prescribing it.” Doctor Roberts held up his watch.

He was going to mesmerise her again!

I will accept any treatment that my doctor prescribes.

“Back and forth.”

Emily simply stood, her eyes fixed on the watch as it swung back and forth. Nothing else mattered. Her nakedness was forgotten. What Doctor Roberts was saying simply washed over her.

“I do see what you mean,” Doctor Roberts observed, examining Emily’s shoulder where the treated skin ended.

When had he stopped mesmerising her? It didn’t matter. She was entirely comfortable. It didn’t matter that she was naked. He was her doctor and he was examining her.

“And I can see,” continued, his gaze slipping past her exposed bosom to land on her stomach. “Some other areas that need attention.”

That probably meant he was going to give her more of the cream.

I will accept any treatment that my doctor prescribes.

“There are some on your back as well.”

“Ah…” Emily couldn’t see how she was going to put the cream there.

“You will need to come here every day,” her doctor announced. “A thorough course of treatment is in order. Legs. Back. Front.”

“Every day?” Emily squeaked. Front? Did that mean?

“Yes,” Doctor Roberts confirmed. “But I do understand your discomfort with the idea that I might be applying the treatment. Have no fears, Miss Simmons will apply it. Why, we might as well begin now.”

“But…” It was one thing for her doctor to see her naked. I will be comfortable disrobing in front of my doctor. But it was another thing entirely for his assistant to see her this way. Even if she was another woman.

“Ah, of course.” He had the watch out again, Emily’s eyes drawn to it as if it was a magnet.

I want to be mesmerised. I need to be mesmerised. I want my doctor to mesmerise me.

“Back and forth.”

Emily slid down so quickly, the thoughts emptying from her head.

“You trust your doctor.”

Emily already knew that.

“You will be comfortable being naked in front of another person if your doctor is present.”

Emily would. She trusted her doctor. He’d keep her safe.

“You will accept your prescribed treatment from another person if your doctor is present.”

She would. He knew best.

“If you could remain there while I summon Miss Simmons.”

Emily’s heart was in her mouth as Doctor Roberts headed to the door. She hardly knew the doctor’s assistant. She only saw the woman briefly before and after each appointment. She was naked and Miss Simmons was going to see her and…

I will be comfortable being naked in front of another person if my doctor is present.

She trusted her doctor. He knew what was best.

“Miss Simmons!” Doctor Roberts called. “If you could. And bring the cream.”

I trust my doctor.

The redhead soon appeared, carrying a large jar. For a moment Emily was struck by the contrast, Miss Simmons demurely attired, her completely naked. There was almost a spark of worry in her mind.

I will be comfortable being naked in front of another person if my doctor is present.

There was nothing to worry about. Emily could see how much the redhead’s complexion resembled hers.

“If you could begin the application, please, Miss Simmons.” The doctor resumed his seat, his eyes fixed on Emily. “Torso and legs. You can see the areas where it has already been applied.”

With a nod, the redhead placed the jar down and stood in front of Emily. “Arms out to the side please, Miss Hawkins.” Without waiting for a reply, the doctor’s assistant guided Emily’s arms out until her body formed a T-shape. “Feet slightly apart. About a foot.”  Emily shuffled her feet to follow the direction. “Very good,” Miss Simmons nodded. “Now hold that position.”

Emily’s gaze was fixed ahead. At Doctor Roberts. Who was looking back at her. And holding the watch. Which was swinging back and forth.

“You are comfortable with Miss Simmons seeing you like this.”

“You will allow Miss Simmons to apply your treatment.”

“You want to be treated.”

There was something comforting, Emily thought, with the feel of the woman’s hands on her as the redhead applied the cream. Sliding up her legs, starting with her calves, gently stroking behind her knees. Up her thighs. Places no-one had ever touched her before. Gently smoothed it around her hips. Over her buttocks. Rubbing her stomach in soft, gentle circles. Two hands sliding up her back, reaching her shoulders, the base of her neck.

It wasn’t just comfortable. She wanted this. Wanted to be treated. Each gentle stroke from the woman’s hands was her treatment. Taking away any chance of those spots turning malignant. Taking them away. Her complexion would soon be so wonderful all over. Not that anyone would see. Apart from her doctor and Miss Simmons.

But Emily was comfortable with that.

Especially as the woman was so discreet. There were, …, certain places that she didn’t touch. Emily’s bosom. Between her legs. So proper.

Then down again, repeating all those gentle touches. Sliding down her body, her legs. Her ankles. The top of her feet. Her toes. Miss Simmons asking her to raise one foot at a time so she could apply it to the soles of Emily’s feet.

Through it all Doctor Roberts eyes didn’t leave her. So nice of him to supervise the treatment. Such a model of decorum

“The treatment will need some time to be effective,” Doctor Roberts declared after the redhead was finished. “So if you could just stand there.”

Oh well, Emily could do that, even if her arms were a little tired from holding them out to the side. And it was so considerate of the Doctor to observe her the whole time.

She trusted him.

She wasn’t sure how long she stood there.

“You will need to return tomorrow,” her doctor said once he allowed her to dress. “And every day this week.”

“Every day?” Emily piped up. “But I need to attend my employment.”

“I am happy to see you early in the morning,” Doctor Roberts replied. “Before you are due at your place of employment. But it must be every day.”

(To be continued)