Matty & Emma

by Pepper North

  Emma lay collapsed on the changing table. She was so glad that the thermometer had been removed. She answered absentmindedly concerned about having her temperature taken rectally again, “Yes, I always take a multivitamin. My old doctor recommended them highly.” She was aware of Jackson stepping away from the table and opening the supply cabinet nearby.

  “Did your doctor retire?” Jackson asked as he located the jar he was looking for and removed two large suppositories.

  “Yes, a couple of months ago. They gave me a list of doctors that he recommended, but I haven’t visited any of them. I haven’t been sick,” she explained.

  “That’s perfect. You can start seeing Dr. Richards,” Jackson decided as he walked back to the changing table. “He takes care of all the Littles in our community. He is an excellent doctor.” Jackson again placed a firm hand on Emma’s ribcage.

  “Emma, I am going to give you a couple of vitamins specially formulated for Little girls. Dr. Richards believes as I do that Little girls and boys should receive medicine only in the form of suppositories or shots. Each morning, I will take your temperature and place two suppositories in your bottom.” His grip hardened as she began to move urgently to escape. “Settle down, Emma, or you will earn a spanking first and then, I will put the medicine in your bottom. Either way, the medicine is going in your bottom. Now, are you going to be a good Little girl, or shall I put you over my knee for a bad girl spanking?”

  “I don’t want a spanking,” Emma began to cry. “Do I have to have a suppository? Can’t I just swallow the pill?”

  “Emma, do you want to be a Little girl?” Jackson questioned. He tried to keep his voice level. He would be very upset to lose Emma. He already considered her his Little girl.

  Emma froze on the changing table. She thought desperately. This was just like his lecture last night. She had to decide. She didn’t get to pick and choose. She couldn’t just pretend she was Little and play at it when she desired. She really wanted to be Little. She wanted her Daddy to be in charge. Emma hadn’t realized that being Little would force her to be so brave. It would be easier to run away and pretend she didn’t have these feelings and desires. Finally, after several minutes of internal deliberation, Emma whispered, “I want to be your Little girl, Daddy. I’m just scared.”

  Jackson leaned down and kissed her tenderly. “I know, sunshine. It’s hard to be Little, especially in the beginning. You need to let me help you. Now, relax your bottom. Let’s get your medicine inside your bottom and place the anal plug to help relax this tight opening,” Jackson pressed a lubricated finger against her anus, spreading the slick mixture where it would be needed. He held her firmly in place as he pressed the first suppository deep into her rectum. Gasps and soft sounds of protest escaped from her lips, but she did not buck away. His Little girl was learning.

  Jackson quickly placed the second suppository into her bottom and held his finger deep in her bottom enjoying the squeeze of her muscles. Judging the size of a plug that she would feel in her bottom as a reminder without being painful, Jackson opened the drawer once again and selected the correct size. He dipped it in the lubricant and pushed it against her anus. It was thicker than the thermometer and designed to be thinner at the tip widening in the middle and narrowing just before the oversized outer grip. “Take a deep breath and let it out, sunshine.” He watched her chest inflate and constrict and he pressed it steadily into place. Her anus clenched against the narrowed section at the outer end. The ingenious design of the plug thicker middle section prevented Littles from pushing the anal stretcher out of their bottoms. It would stay in place until he removed it.

  “Is it in, Daddy?” Emma asked her voice shaking in reaction.

  “Yes, sunshine,” Jackson leaned over to kiss her. He wiped his hands carefully on a cleansing wipe before beginning to put a fresh diaper on her bottom. Jackson spread her legs widely to expose her pink center as he pulled the diaper around her. He smiled to himself. His Little girl might protest having things in her bottom, but her body didn’t lie. She was dripping wet in arousal.

  Chapter 14

  Emma was coloring a beautiful picture of a rainbow for her Daddy as she sat in a chair at the round table in the kitchen when Matty came in all hot and sweaty from his run. She held her nose and leaned away from him when he leaned in to kiss her good morning. “No kisses for you, Matty. I’ll wait for my morning kiss when you smell better!”

  The Little boy laughed and ran a hand through his sweat-dampened hair. “Sorry, Emma. I had a great run. Daddy, that trail that you told me about was awesome. I can’t wait to run on it again.” Matty raised his tee shirt to his nose and groaned, “I do smell bad. I guess I need to shower.” He started to leave the kitchen only to remember that he was in Daddy’s house.

  “Dorothy, I’m going to get this young man all cleaned up. Would you mind tempting Emma to drink her milk? Perhaps if we put a little chocolate in her sippy cup, she’ll drink it for her Daddy?” Jackson asked looking at Emma.

  “I love chocolate milk!” Emma grinned.

  Jackson took Matty’s hand and pulled him back to the nursery. “Come on my smelly prince. You need a bath–badly!”

  Once in the nursery, Jackson stripped Matty of his adult running clothes. He did not allow his Little boy to help him. “Just let Daddy take care of you,” he reminded him. Jackson led Matty to the shower in his room. He adjusted the water and indicated that Matty should get inside. A few minutes later, he turned off the shower and stepped inside the room-sized shower to begin spreading shower gel over Matty’s sweaty body.

  Matty swayed toward his Daddy as he felt the soft washcloth spread the suds down his spine to his muscled bottom. Without hesitating his Daddy washed his buttocks and then spread them wide to expose his anus. Daddy’s washcloth pressed against the tight ring of muscles. A low moan escaped Matty’s mouth. He leaned his forehead against the cold tiles pressing his bottom out toward the clothed man. Matty shivered as the washcloth brushed his inner thighs and his sensitive testicles. Too fast, the washcloth continued down his legs to his feet and toes.

  Jackson tried to be clinical as he turned Matty around to face him. He continued to spread thick suds across Matty’s skin. His Little boy was slender but so strong. His muscles were long and lean due to his love for running. Sometimes, Jackson would accompany his Little boy on a run. But today, he was spending time with both Littles. As Jackson’s cleansing strokes neared Matty’s abdomen, Matty began to arch toward him involuntarily. Jackson clasped his Little boy’s erection tightly in the washcloth and pumped it up and down firmly several times before releasing his grip. He ignored the Little boy’s groan when he broke the contact. Jackson washed around his testicles pulling on them softly to elicit another low groan. Abandoning the trigger points of Matty’s arousal, Jackson washed his thighs and calves before saying, “Close your eyes, Matty,” he instructed as he quickly washed his face. “Keep your eyes closed, or the suds will sting,” he instructed as he turned the water back on so Matty could rinse off the soap.

  When his Little boy tried to pull on his erection to ease his tension, Jackson reprimanded him with a stern tone. “Matty, you are rinsing off the suds. No touching.” Matty instantly stood straight with his hands at his sides. Jackson turned off the water and towel dried his Little boy paying attention to his penis and testicles to get everything dry. He wrapped the towel around his Little boy’s waist.

  He spanked Matty’s towel-covered bottom sharply. “Back to the nursery. Up on the changing table.” Jackson followed Matty back into the room enjoying the view as the Little boy hustled to obey his directions. When he reached the changing table, he had Matty turn on his side, and he released the towel to drape over the table. He enjoyed Matty’s shiver at being exposed. Somehow, Littles reacted with greater arousal if their clothing was removed rather than just being naked.

  Jackson wrapped the restraining strap around him tightly and opened the drawer to remove the thermometer. He lubricated
it generously before lifting Matty’s top buttock. “Relax, Matty. Daddy is going to take your temperature.” He began pressing the thermometer deep into Matty’s rectum. When it was fully implanted, Jackson patted Matty’s bottom. “You’re a good Little boy, Matty.”

  Matty lay frozen on the changing table. A thick, cool rod invaded his bottom. He could feel his Daddy twirling and pressing it in at random intervals just so he would not get used to the feel of the thermometer. “I’m not sick, Daddy,” he tried to protest.

  “I’m glad, Matty. Daddy’s going to make sure you don’t get sick. Who’s your doctor, Matty?” Jackson asked idly rotating the instrument.

  “I don’t have a regular doctor, Daddy,” Matty managed to answer.

  “That’s what I was afraid of, Little boy. You’ll start seeing Dr. Richards. All the Little boys and girls go to see him on a regular basis. I’ll set up a physical for you next week. For now, I’ll start you on a regular vitamin supplement to keep you healthy.” To Matty’s relief, he released the thermometer and walked to the cabinet.

  Matty could hear the movement of containers in the cabinet. His Daddy returned with something in his hand. Matty sighed with relief when Jackson removed the thermometer. A few seconds later, a cool rounded tip of something began to press into his bottom. “No, Daddy. Don’t retake my temperature.”

  “Your temperature was slightly elevated. We’ll have to check it later to make sure that it was just a result of your run. Relax your bottom. Daddy’s going to give you your vitamin.” The Little boy in front of him froze in place. Jackson noted with satisfaction that Matty’s penis jumped in reaction to the suppository. He pressed it deep inside his rectum holding his large finger inside to hold it in place.

  “Daddy?” Matty whispered. His voice quavered with uncertainty.

  “Dr. Richards does not believe in oral medications for Littles. All the Little boys and girls in his care receive only suppositories or injections.” Speaking as if this was normal, Jackson withdrew his finger and pressed the second suppository into Matty’s tight rectum. He deliberately began to slide his fingertip across Matty’s sensitive prostate gland. Watching him closely to see his reaction, Jackson dipped the fingers of his free hand in the lubricant and reached over his thighs to grasp his penis. Using the slippery lubricant to glide his hand up and down Matty’s erection, Jackson began to mirror the up and down rhythm with his inserted finger. It did not take long. Matty exploded with a spray of fluid into the towel covering the changing table.

  “See my Little Prince, your bottom likes rectal medication, doesn’t it?” Jackson asked as he cleaned Matty’s skin and wrapped him in a fresh diaper. He smiled as Matty turned bright red and whispered, “yes.” Quickly, he helped Matty dress in comfortable sweats and slippers. “Shall we go check on Emma and get some breakfast into you before it’s lunchtime?” Jackson was very pleased when Matty took his hand and began to pull him back to the kitchen.

  “I want to color, too. Do you think Emma would share her coloring book with me?” Matty asked as he tried to hurry his Daddy down the hall.

  Chapter 15

  After Matty had eaten and both Littles had colored a picture for Dorothy’s refrigerator, Jackson knew it was time for a Big people conversation. He led Emma and Matty into the family room and waited for them to take a seat on the leather couch again. Jackson sat down on the ottoman again and looked at the two Littles very seriously. “I think we need to talk honestly as Jackson, Matthew, and Emerson. I’m going to tell you how I think things are going and then, I’m going to ask you what you are feeling.” He waited to see them both nod their heads in agreement.

  “I signed up on PLAYTIME not looking for a sometimes date to play at being a Daddy. I wanted to have a full-time relationship with my Little. I was very surprised to be matched with two Littles, and I’m not sure how everything works but I know I already care about the two of you and I want to continue to build my relationship with both of you. I want you both here with me. I would like you to move into my house so we can be together as much as possible. Is this what you want as well?” Jackson asked with his heart in his throat. He couldn’t imagine life without them even after such a short time. He wondered if they felt the same way?

  Emerson and Matthew looked at each other wondering who should go first. Matthew pointed to his chest, and Emerson nodded her agreement. Matthew took a deep breath and began, “I applied to PLAYTIME over two months ago. I’ve lived in a part-time age play relationship. It was wonderful when it was good, but it wasn’t good very often. It was terrible for ninety percent of the time. When I submitted my request for a Daddy, I knew I wanted someone with whom I would spend my life. I am the head of the accounting department of my family’s business. I would like to continue my work. Most people find it boring, but I love numbers. I also want to support my birth family. Someday my older sister will inherit the business. I may feel differently then. I hate my lonely apartment. I would love to live here with you, Jackson, and with you, Emerson. I don’t usually make decisions quickly. This is probably the easiest decision ever. I want to be with both of you. It hasn’t been even twenty-four hours. It’s absolutely ridiculous, but I haven’t ever been so sure that I’m supposed to be here with you.”

  Emerson reached over and took his hand with a smile. She squeezed it tightly. “I’m an artist. I specialize in illustrating children’s books.” She laughed when both men smiled at her. “I know it kind of fits, doesn’t it? It took me a long time to admit my fantasies of being taken care of as an adult Little girl were true. I can’t imagine how I would have felt if I had waited for two months to hear back about a match on PLAYTIME. It took less than twenty-four hours for them to notify me that I had been matched with both of you. I’m having trouble admitting to myself how deep my feelings are about being in an age play relationship.” She shifted uneasily on the seat cushion as the anal plug, and her spanked bottom reminded her of the consequences of not following her Daddy’s directions. “I’m probably going to continue to rebel at times just because I’m a bit stubborn sometimes.” She laughed at the fake shocked look on their faces. “I’m going to be honest. This feels right. I know I’m supposed to be here with both of you. I haven’t ever been so sure of anything in my life. I can paint anywhere, but like most creative personalities, I’ll need a little leeway on bedtimes and rules when I’m on a creative roll and need to paint to meet a deadline. Is that possible?” Emerson looked at Jackson to answer her question.

  “I think I can be reasonable, Emerson. I will not allow you to jeopardize your health. There is a limit to how far I will allow you to push your body. If it helps you, think about this morning. Matthew woke up early and wanted to go for a run. He explained that running allows him to get physical exercise and stay in shape, but it also allows him to release the mental stress and worry. You’ll notice that I didn’t have any trouble with Matthew going out to run. You’ll just need to talk to me,” he said with a gentle smile. “It sounds to me as if you both just decided to move in with me. I’ll ask you some logistical questions about your jobs and hours later. We don’t need to get bogged down with all the details. You both took today off from work as did I. Tomorrow is Saturday. Shall we visit each of your apartments and box up a few things that you will need to bring back with you? Matthew, you will need your professional wardrobe. You can hang anything you need in my large closet. I have a lot of room. Emerson, you will need a place to paint here. I have a room in mind, but I will allow you to choose whatever room you feel is best. We’ll bring your supplies and whatever clothing you need for your artistic work. Outside of the room you choose for your studio, Emerson, I will require that you allow your Little self to be in charge. That will be the same for you, Matthew. While you are in our home, you will be Little. Are you both ready to move in here tomorrow? Are you ready to commit to being Little?” Jackson smiled at their eager faces.

  “Okay, last adult conversation we need to have now… There are age play relationships that e
xist without sexual contact. As your Daddy, I am sexually attracted to your adult bodies. I am not a pedophile. I do not wish to have any type of intimate relationship with a child. I am, however, very interested in having a complete relationship with my adult Little boy and Little girl,” Jackson said seriously looking at each of them. “With our non-traditional relationship of three people, we need to at least discuss how we want our relationship to proceed. I tell you my preferences. Then, I’ll let you talk, Emerson. Finally, it will be Matthew’s turn.”

  “I would like us to be together whenever we decide it is appropriate for us to have sexual intercourse–especially in the beginning. I think it’s too easy for someone to feel left out or feel as if their relationship with another is not as important. Having said that, I do wish to have private time with each of my Littles. I want you to know that you are special as individuals as well.” He looked at their serious faces. They were taking this conversation to heart. He knew it wouldn’t avoid all pitfalls that a triad could have in store but perhaps it could make it easier to discuss.

  Clearing her throat, Emerson began turning bright red as she spoke, “I don’t have a lot of experience with any kind of sex. I mean, I’ve had sex but only twice. I didn’t enjoy it very much. I know now it was because I wasn’t aroused. I’ve had more orgasms here then I’ve had my entire life. I don’t quite know how three people have sex together but…” Her voice lowered to a whisper, “I want to find out. I’m attracted to both of you. I know I’ll want time just to spend with each of you alone whether that’s for sex,” her voice dropped immediately when saying the s word, “or just to hang out with as my Daddy or Matty.”

  Matthew reached over and gave her a hug. “I think we all agree. Intimate time together at first. Then, we will have private time together when we are ready.