Carrie: Dr. Richards' Littles 3

by Pepper North

  Chapter Thirteen

  Thomas stood and carried his sleepy girl back to the master bedroom. Gladys met him at the door with a warm bottle and Thomas laid down on the bed with Carrie cuddling her to his body as he held the bottle to her lips. He urged the nipple of the bottle deep into her mouth and held it in place firmly as she adjusted to the feel of the rubber tip in her mouth and she began to suck. When she’d finished the delicious mixture, Thomas pulled the nipple from her mouth with a gentle plop, kissed her lips gently and tucked her in closer to his body. He rubbed her naked back until they both fell asleep in each other’s arms.

  The remainder of the day went past in a blur of naps, bottles of warm liquid, and suppositories inserted deep in Carrie’s rectum. Although she protested each time her diaper was removed and she was bent over her daddy’s lap. Carrie felt very cared for as Thomas firmly spread her bottom apart and pressed the cold suppositories into her tender anus. He always rubbed the special ointment all over the abused tissues and held his finger deep in her bottom despite her attempts to push the intruder out.

  Carrie woke up the next morning to find herself plastered against Thomas’ warm body. She shifted gingerly and found that her rectum was a little sore but her body felt wonderful. She felt very rested and energetic. Her stomach that often was uncomfortable due to constipation was happy and hungry!

  “Sounds like we need to fill up that empty tummy,” Thomas chuckled as Carrie’s stomach growled hungrily. “Use your diaper, sweetheart and we’ll get you all cleaned up. I bet Gladys has fixed you a special breakfast this morning.”

  “I want to use the potty, Daddy. I don’t want to go in my diaper,” Carrie protested embarrassed as her face flamed red.

  “Little girls always use their diapers, Carrie. You only will get to sit on the big girl potty when you have an enema. Do you want another enema today?” Thomas questioned with a steely look in his eye.

  “Oh, no, Daddy. I don’t want another enema. Can’t I just use the potty today? I’ll be really good today,” Carrie pleaded.

  “No, Carrie. Use your diaper, sweetheart. Come here, let me help you.” Thomas swung his legs over the side of the bed and pulled Carrie to his side draping her over his lap so her weight balanced on her filled bladder. “Just relax your muscles and wet your diaper.” He pressed firmly on the small of her back compressing her tummy against his muscular thighs.

  Carrie began to sob as she felt the warm urine gush from her bladder into the cushioned diaper. “I don’t like this, Daddy.”

  “All good girls use their diapers, Carrie. You want to be a good baby girl, don’t you?” Thomas crooned to her has he continued to press on her back for several minutes. “Have you let it all out, baby? Shall we get you all cleaned up and ready for breakfast?” He lifted her to her feet and stood her next to the large bed. Carrie nodded embarrassed to meet his eyes.

  Thomas lifted her bent head up to look in her eyes and smiled fondly at her. “You are being such a good girl, Carrie. I love you more each moment you are with me. Thank you for letting me take care of all your needs. Changing your diaper allows me to show you just how important you are to me. You are my special baby girl.” Thomas wrapped her in his arms and picked her up cradling her in his muscular embrace. He carried her into her beautiful, pink bedroom and laid her on her changing table. Unfastening the sides of the diaper, he lifted her legs to raise her bottom slightly to slide the diaper from underneath her. Thomas spread her legs apart at the knees and removing a warmed baby wipe from the handy container, he gently wiped the urine from all her folds and her bottom cheeks. Thomas spread her bottom apart widely to examine her rectum. At her protesting “Daddy!”, Thomas shushed his Little girl and replied, “Let me take care of you, Carrie. You are still slightly red here. I’m going to take your temperature and apply a bit more ointment. Don’t wiggle so much, Little girl. I don’t want you to fall off the table.” With this statement, Thomas wrapped a belt attached to the changing table around Carrie’s waist securing her to the table. He opened the drawer and pulled out a thick thermometer and dipped it into a jar of lubricant. Thomas bent Carrie’s legs up to her chest opening her bottom and exposing her red anal opening. Thomas pressed the thermometer deep into Carrie’s rectum as she tried to prevent the invasion by clenching her muscles. “Ten minutes, Little girl. We’ll make sure you’re feeling well today.” Thomas rotated the thermometer in her bottom and held it deeply in place for what felt to Carrie as forever before sliding it out and holding the thermometer up to read it. “Absolutely normal! What good news!” Thomas celebrated with Carrie rubbing her tummy. “Now just a dab ointment outside and inside.” Carrie felt his finger slide deep into her rectum and begin rubbing all the side of her anus. “That’s such a good girl, just let Daddy take care of you.”

  Carrie sighed with relief as she felt his finger slide from her body. She was wrapped in a cushioned diaper and removed from the table to be set on her feet. Thomas moved to the sink and washed his hands. He selected a pink, short dress from the closet and dropped it over Carrie’s head. She twirled in delight as the dress settled around her waist. The ruffles stopped just at her hips exposing her white diaper. Thomas patted her cushioned bottom and told her to play for a few minutes while he put away the thermometer and took a quick shower.

  Fifteen minutes later, Carrie’s growling tummy encouraged her to stop looking at the beautiful picture book in her room. She peeked through the connecting door into her daddy’s room and saw Thomas seated on the bed tying his shoes.

  He glanced up to grin at her. “Hungry, Little girl?” Observing her quick nod, he stood and walked toward Carrie. “Let’s see what Gladys has ready for Little girls with growling tummies.” Thomas took Carrie’s hand firmly in his strong grip and led her down the hall to the warm kitchen.

  “Good morning, Gladys,” he greeted the older woman. “I have a really hungry baby here this morning,” he announced with a grin. “The doctor’s visit and those enemas seemed to work miracles yesterday. Carrie’s tummy is running on empty. What do you have to tempt a Little girl with an empty tummy?”

  Carrie felt her checks flame as Thomas’ discussed the doctor’s intimate treatment yesterday. She dropped her eyes to the floor as Gladys approached.

  “Good gracious, Mr. Covington! I think you’ve embarrassed this Little girl. Sweetheart, no need to blush. Enemas are just what Little ones need. I have a feeling that your bottom will be cleaned out regularly to keep you feeling healthy. I even have my own special enema treat to share with you someday when you need a little help going to the bathroom. Let me see how your tummy is working today. Lift your beautiful ruffles, Carrie and show me your tummy,” Gladys waited patiently.

  Slowly, Carrie lifted the bottom of her dress to show her diaper and a hint of her tummy. She felt Gladys’ warm hands press against her flattened abdomen moving across and dipping down into the area covered by her diaper.

  “Doesn’t that tummy feel wonderful now it’s all cleaned out,” Gladys enthused. She kept her hands moving across Carrie’s tummy pressing here and there. “That Dr. Richards is a great doctor. He’ll take such good care of you.” Gladys’ hands moved up Carrie’s torso to caress her breasts.

  Carrie felt her nipples clench in reaction to Gladys’ gentle touch. She raised her eyes to meet Gladys’ shyly.

  “What a beautiful baby, you have Mr. Covington! Oh, goodness! Listen to that cute tummy growl. Let’s get you in your high chair, sweetie, and some food in you.” Her fingertips tweaked Carrie’s nipples as she withdrew her hands from beneath Carrie’s dress and smoothed it back over her hips. Patting her padded bottom, she urged her over to the high chair and let Thomas help Carrie climb up into her raised seat and fasten the tray in place.

  Thomas fed his Little girl small bites of fluffy, buttermilk pancakes until Carrie’s empty stomach was filled to the brim. Encouraging Carrie to finish her milk in the pink sippy cup, Thomas leaned back to sip a fresh cup of coffee. “What should we do
today, Carrie? Want to go swimming in the pool? Play on the swings?”

  Carrie looked at Thomas with surprise. “You have a pool here, Daddy? I love to swim,” Carrie replied. “Can we go swimming, please?”

  “Of course,” Thomas replied. “We’ll have to wait a while for your food to digest and then we’ll jump in. The weather has been so warm lately. The water’s a perfect temperature for Little girls.”

  “And their daddies?” Carrie questioned smiling.

  “And their daddies,” Thomas agreed.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Each week, Carrie settled a little more into her role as Mr. Covington’s daughter. She rushed home after court each evening excited to see her Daddy and spend time with him. While she didn’t like all the treatments that her Daddy administered, she had to admit that she felt better than she had for a very long time. Her tummy felt great and she didn’t have a problem going to the bathroom thanks to Dr. Richards’ schedule of enemas for Little girls. Each night, her Daddy pressed a very large suppository of the vitamins that her blood tests had shown she needed. Carrie did feel peppier. The people at work even commented that she seemed to have the energy to attack like a gladiator in court.

  She met Zoey when she had recovered from her cold. Zoey’s Daddy, Dr. Richards took very good care of his Little and all the Littles that came to him for treatment. Most of the parents of these Littles came to Dr. Richards’ office in his mansion for treatment but several had home offices like Mr. Covington’s. There were lot of social gatherings for the Littles to have play dates and for their parents to talk to each other about any questions or problems that they were having at home. Frequently, new Littles joined the growing group.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Carrie thought she was the luckiest Little. She had three whole weeks off from court and could stay home and just be a Little girl. Her Daddy had taken three weeks away from his office to have special time with Carrie. She knew his office would call him if something urgent needed his attention but Carrie was ecstatic that her Daddy wanted to spend as much time as possible with her.

  On her first Monday off, Carrie woke up late in the morning. She was all alone in her Daddy’s big bed. Her full bladder had woken her up and she needed to go to the bathroom urgently. Carrie slid out of bed and shivered in the air conditioning. After her play time with Mr. Covington last night, her Daddy had just wrapped her bottom in a diaper. Her pink nipples contracted as Carrie’s skin became goose-bumped. Carrie knew she was supposed to pick up the phone that rang to Gladys and she’d come change her diaper and get dressed. Feeling a little embarrassed, Carrie decided to try the bathroom door and see if her Daddy had relocked it after their showers last night.

  Carrie tiptoed to the bathroom door and tried the knob. It opened. Carrie slowly pushed it open and stood in the entrance to stare at the forbidden room. Quickly her decision was made. Carrie skipped into the bathroom and struggled to unfasten her diaper. Finally, she pushed it off her hips and sat on the toilet. Urine streamed from her urethra and Carrie squirmed around. She’d forgotten how cold a toilet seat was. Pulling off a long length of toilet paper, she wiped herself and hopped up to flush the toilet.

  Around and round the yellow water in the toilet went. “Oh, no!” Carrie cried. The water level was rising. She wiggled the toilet handle in a panic. “Please go down,” she begged. The water just kept rising until it was pouring over the top of the toilet bowl. Frantically, Carrie pulled towels off the drying racks and piled them around the toilet. It wouldn’t stop. When a thin line of water was streaming toward the carpet at the doorway, Carrie ran for the phone and called Gladys.

  “Gladys! You’ve got to come now. The toilet is overflowing and it’s almost to the carpet,” Carrie exclaimed urgently.

  “Why is the toilet running, Little girl? You’re not supposed to use the toilet,” Gladys questioned calmly.

  “That doesn’t matter right now, Gladys. You’ve got to call the plumber,” Carrie replied speaking unpleasantly.

  Suddenly, the phone was taken out of Carrie’s hand. She turned around and saw first big sneakers, then legs, running shorts, a tee shirt and finally a very angry and sweaty Daddy.

  He spoke into the phone. “Gladys, I’m here. Carrie’s right. We do need a plumber. I’ll turn off the water so it doesn’t leak through the floor. Let me know when our regular plumber can come. I will be busy dealing with a daughter who didn’t follow directions. You can expect an apology. I’m sorry that she did not talk to you respectfully. Would you like to spank her or shall I take care of it?” he listened carefully to Gladys’ response. “The best idea ever . . . I’ll make sure she is punished for the exploding toilet and not following directions and you can deal with her smart mouth. I’ll apologize to you now. I’m very sorry that I haven’t taught Carrie better manners.”

  Thomas hung up the phone and set it on the bathroom counter. He leaned behind the toilet and turned the valve to shut off the water. Without looking at the small, nude figure hovering in the bathroom behind him, he finished mopping up the floor with the towels that Carrie had scattered over the water. He threw them into the tub and turned to wash his hands. Drying them off slowly, he finally met Carrie’s eyes.

  Immediately, she began to stutter her excuses. “The door was unlocked. I thought that meant that it was okay to use the toilet. I’m sorry it overflowed,” she said with tear-filled blue eyes.

  “I am very angry at you, Little girl. You know that you are not to use the toilet unless you are expelling an enema - and only then, when you have my permission. I think you know what your punishment is going to be. Go stand in the corner of your nursery. Make sure your nose stays glued to that wall,” Thomas snapped. “I am going to go shower in the guest bathroom, dress, and then, I will be back to deal with your misbehavior. For your sake, I hope I will cool down by the time I get back to give you your well-deserved punishment. Gladys will address the tone that your used on the phone later.” He waited to see her forlornly shuffle toward the nursery. She looked back at him several times to say something but he shook his head at her.

  Carrie’s back was getting tired when she heard her Daddy’s heavy footsteps. She was very cold from standing naked in the airconditioned room. She was sick to her stomach from worrying what her punishment was going to be. She started to turn around to look at her Daddy and apologize again.

  “Don’t take your nose off that wall, Carrie. I’ll let you know when you can come out of your corner,” her Daddy’s deep voice warned her.

  Carrie heard all sorts of sounds. Each one made her a little anxious. She wanted to look so bad but each time she almost turned, she heard, “Carrie! Nose against the wall.”

  Finally, she felt her Daddy’s large hands against her shoulders. Standing her up straight, he turned her around to face him. “It doesn’t matter if you have a good excuse for using the toilet, Carrie. I don’t want to hear it. You were wearing your diaper. You knew you were supposed to use your diaper and you decided to do the wrong thing. Now, you will see what the consequences of that bad decision will be,” he said sternly.

  “First, I want you to know that even when you do bad things, I still love you.” He dropped a kiss on her forehead. “But, I would be a very bad Daddy if I didn’t discipline you. So, first you will get 30 swats with the big paddle today.” Hearing her gasp, he continued calmly, “That is more than I’ve ever had to give you. Then, you will get the punishment for using the toilet. From the beginning, I have told you that the only time you use the toilet is if you are getting an enema. Today, you will get a high enema. It will fill the entire length of your intestines with a cleansing fluid. You will then have to hold this enema until the plumber is able to unclog the toilet. That may be a very long time,” he added ominously.

  Carrie’s head hung down totally dejected. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I made a really bad decision.”

  “Yes, you did. You’ll get punished and then, we’ll forget about this. But you’ll never do this aga
in,” he finished.

  Chapter Sixteen

  “Mr. Covington, Joe Gibson is here,” Gladys ushered an older, grey haired man into the room. “He brought his assistant, Steven, with him.”

  Carrie shrieked and tried to cover her nude body. She ducked behind Thomas as she blushed bright red. Peeking out from behind her Daddy, she saw Steven was dressed in coveralls just like Joe. Steven’s coveralls had all sorts of pastel decorations: duckies, kittens, and puppies. Steven was sucking his thumb and holding a large, battered, stuffed bear that had obviously seen lots of love.

  Mr. Covington walked over to greet Joe extending his arm with a big smile. “So, good to see you, Joe. And here’s Steven! Wow! Young man, I think you get taller each time I see you. What’s your Daddy feeding you?” he questioned as he turned to shake the younger man’s hand as well.

  Steven smiled from ear to ear at Thomas. “I eat a lot.” He explained. “Daddy says I’m going to eat him out of house and home.”

  “Thank goodness, you ran into some trouble today, Thomas,” the plumber commented. “I’ll need to stop at the store and buy more cereal and milk. I didn’t know how I was going to pay for it,” he joked. Joe looked at the nude body scrambling to hide behind Thomas. “Why do I think this is the youngster that caused this problem? Is this your daughter that I’ve heard so much about?” he questioned kindly.