“Step out,” Dorothy said.
Relena did as she was told.
Dorothy took the soiled garment and carried over to the room’s small trashcan. She held the item of clothing above the can for a moment, and then let it drop. The fell, gently, into the plastic lined embrace of the receptacle.
Dorothy walked around to stand behind Relena. Relena could not help but shiver, but she did not look back at her saviour and tormentor. She felt Dorothy’s fingers gently trace the line of her spine, until they reached the waistband of her panties. She felt the garment pulled back, letting the room’s cool airflow across her buttocks. Then she let it snap back against the tender flesh.
Relena gasped, and felt tears in her, from surprise rather than pain. And at that moment Dorothy pulled the yellow, stained panties down to her knees. They fell on their own down around her ankles, leaving Relena standing their, naked, her entire body warm with a flush that went from her face to her toes.
With a gentle hand on her shoulder, Dorothy directed Relena to the bed. “Lay down,” she ordered, and it was an order
Relena let herself be directed back onto the bed, lying on the soft quilt, her feet still on the floor. She looked up at Dorothy, wondering what the woman had in store for her. She had her breasts covered with her left arm, her right hand between her legs, in a futile attempt of modesty. Dorothy stared down at her, her eyes unreadable. Then she turned and crossed the room.
From the top of a chest of drawers she picked up a bottle. She carried it back and opened it. From within the bottle she squeezed a thick, white liquid until it filled her palm. The bottle fell to the quilt; Dorothy rubbed her hands together, and then knelt down and started rubbing the cream into Relena’s thighs.
Relena gasped in surprise, but she could immediately feel the irritation fade, leaving behind a cool feeling. She could not help herself, but relaxed herself to Dorothy’s ministrations, letting her hands ease away the pain.
Dorothy slowly massaged the cream into Relena’s irritated flesh, applying fresh cream when needed. She gently removed Relena’s hand from over her pubis, moved it aside, and then began rubbing the cream over her mound, her fingers brushing through the pubic hair.
Relena felt uncomfortable, though a little aroused, with Dorothy’s actions. She was a little confused by the fact Dorothy did not need to be fazed in the slightest by what was happening. For all the emotion she was showing she might as well as have been brushing Relena’s hair as apposed to rubbing cream into the tender flesh between her legs.
“Turn over,” Dorothy said as she reached for the bottle again.
Relena did as she was told, truing over onto her stomach. She felt Dorothy’s gently but sure hands start rubbing the cream onto the back of her thighs. She shivered slightly as Dorothy’s hands began to run the lotion into her bottom, and then gasped as the halves of her buttocks were spread and Dorothy began to apply the cream there was well.
It was all over after a time that was far too long and far too short at the same time. When Relena turned onto her back she could see Dorothy was wiping her hands clean with a handkerchief. Dorothy was cool, and calm and collected as she always was, which made Relena feel small and flustered. She could not think of anything to say.
It was apparent she need not have.
“Get under the covers,” Dorothy all but ordered. “You need some rest,” she finished in a slightly less authoritative tone.
Relena did as she had been told, shifting about on the bed and then sliding her naked body beneath the clean, cool sheets.
Dorothy tuned the lights off, plunging the room into darkness. Light leaked in from the hall as Dorothy exited the room and was cut off as the door closed.
Relena lay there, trying to put her thoughts into order, but she was tired and exhausted and was soon asleep.