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The gloves came off, and once again, the nurse’s cold fingers prodded all over her tender backside as she rubbed the arnica into the places where the bruising was deepest. Emily rested her arms under her head and occasionally bit down on her knuckles whenever Nurse McIntosh pressed too hard or applied the salve to an area that was particularly sore. When she was done, she rolled Emily onto her back, helped her into a sitting position, handed her a small bottle of water and a little paper cup with three brown pills in it, then called Derek over.
Emily hated that the Ranch owner was standing there while she sat on the exam table, butt naked and bruised, but she knew that with Derek, and any of the staff here, she had nothing to worry about other than her own pride.
She downed the pills and sipped the water while Nurse McIntosh gave her report to Master Derek, talking about her as if she weren't even in the room. "It looks as if your Dom was indeed a gentleman. As far as I can tell, play was rough, but no boundaries or lines were crossed. There is substantial bruising on her buttocks and upper thighs, but that’s to be expected. No broken skin or tailbone damage. Some stretching and mild bruising of the rectum, but again, nothing worrisome. I’ve checked her records to make sure she’s following our birth control procedures, and I see they’ve both been recently tested according to Ranch protocols. As for her claim that she may be getting sick, her temperature is normal and so are her vitals. I suspect she is just worn out and exhausted. She ate and drank, according to her, but she probably needs some iron and to keep hydrating. If anything, I suspect she may be on the verge of sub drop."
"Thank you, Nurse." Derek held out his hand to help Emily off the table and handed her her robe, which she quickly put on, tying it tightly in the front. She had been naked for over 48 hours and she longed to go to her room and get comfortable in sweatpants and a tank top.
Derek, being overprotective and extra gentle, looped an arm around her waist and helped her into the hallway, lecturing her the entire way back to her room.
"You heard Nurse McIntosh. You need iron and water. Or better yet, maybe one of those electrolyte drinks. You order from room service as soon as you get in, and I will be checking on that order myself, young lady. Get anything you want, but make sure you get some iron and something to get you hydrated. And some chocolate, for an extra little bit of aftercare. Do you understand me?"
Emily bit back a smile. Derek was, underneath all his gruff, a giant teddy bear of a man, who took the well-being of the Littles and submissives under his roof very seriously. "Yes, Sir, I understand. Anything I want as long as there is iron, electrolytes and chocolate." She refrained from offering up a mock salute, but just barely.
"And you keep applying arnica and ibuprofen as needed. If you don't have any, let me know and I will have some sent up for you."
"Yes, Sir."
They reached the end of the hallway that housed the submissives’ rooms, and he stopped, regarding her seriously. "You're okay, though, right? You had a good time and all that? Got what you needed?"
Emily smiled. "Yes, Sir. A very good time. I promise."
"Okay good. Now, I want you to take the day off tomorrow. No working in the library. No running around the resort. You stay in your room and take care of yourself."
Of all the orders he had given, this one surprised her the most. It upset her the most too, even more than the very intrusive medical exam had.
"Oh no, Sir," she argued. "A day off won't be necessary. We have plenty to do and no time to spare. The college will be open before you know it, and the library needs to be ready."
Derek leveled her with a stern stare. "One of the other submissives can fill in for you tomorrow. And don't argue again, Miss Vaughn. That was an order, not a suggestion."
At the idea of someone else, one of the other subs taking her place in the library with Professor Rogers, Emily felt like she had gotten the wind knocked out of her.
It was only for a day, she told herself. No big deal, right? That was what the rational side of her brain said. The irrational part screamed that Professor Rogers would like working with one of the less bratty subs more than her. What if he decided to replace her? Then she would be back to scrubbing toilets and stocking implement cabinets. Not that she minded doing those jobs. They just weren't working with Professor Rogers.
"I really don't need the day off, Sir. I'm fine," she stuttered.
Derek silenced her with a hard look that meant business and she meekly retreated the rest of her argument.
"You can report to the library again on Tuesday. And if I see you out of your room tomorrow, or that at the end of the day there are not three separate room service tickets for you, I'm gonna lay bruises on top of your bruises, little girl. Now get on to your room, get washed up and get yourself some food."
Knowing she had no recourse but obedience, Emily gave in, allowed Master Derek to give her a quick hug, and scurried off to her room.
