Zoey: Dr. Richards' Littles 1

by Pepper North

  “There’s a lot going on in that brain of yours, Zoey,” Dr. Richards said as he hugged her to his torso for another quick squeeze. “You fit in my arms just like you belong here. I already feel very strongly about you. Do you think you could be happy with me, Zoey?” He stopped and shifted her in his enveloping arms so he could look in her light brown eyes.

  The small figure met his eyes squarely with courage and emotion. “I think I could be very happy with you,” Zoey replied honestly. “Just no more spankings, Dr. Richards,” the imp added with a twinkle in her eyes and a quick smile.

  “No promises, sweetheart. I have a feeling that your first trip over my lap for a spanking won’t be your last,” Dr. Richards chuckled before adding, “I am sure that your red bottom will be a good reminder not to lie to your Daddy for several days.” He patted her cushioned hips and gave her bottom a little squeeze earning a gasp from the small bundle in his arms. Dr. Richards turned and pressed Zoey against the wall outside the kitchen and kissed her pink lips, diving in to taste her sweetness. “Oh, Zoey,” he groaned as he leaned his forehead to hers, “You are the perfect daughter for me and I’m going to be perfect for you too.” Shaking his head as if to clear his thoughts, Dr. Richards turned back toward the kitchen and carried his precious bundle into the lighted room.

  Chapter Nine

  Jillian turned from the stove to greet them with a big smile. “Good morning, Dr. Richards. Good morning, Zoey. You look better already and so cute in your pink sweater and ponytails. I can tell Dr. Richards is taking good care of you!” Chuckling at Zoey’s blush, Jillian continued, “Now, it’s my turn! We need to fatten you up a little. You’re all skin and bones. Come sit down and let me fix you some breakfast!”

  Zoey noticed as Dr. Richards turned to the big, wooden table that the large, tall chair had been pulled from its corner to a place next to the table and the tray had been removed. Dr. Richards sat Zoey on the wooden seat and asked her to raise her hands up to wave good morning to Jillian. As she lifted her hands, Dr. Richards slipped the tray in front of her locking her into position.

  Jillian quickly distracted Zoey from her thoughts about being seated in the high chair by giving Zoey’s raised hands a big high five. “Way to go, Zoey! That’s the way to start breakfast. Now, I’ve fixed some scrambled eggs. Do you like eggs or do you usually have something different for breakfast?” she asked with a smile, distracting Zoey as she tied a pink bib around Zoey’s neck and smoothed it flat against her chest.

  Zoey answered quickly, “Eggs are a great treat. I usually wait to eat at lunch.”

  Dr. Richards questioned with a serious look, “Do you not like breakfast, Zoey?”

  “I love breakfast!” Zoey said enthusiastically. “My food budget just doesn’t normally stretch to have enough bread for breakfast too,” she added missing the look that Dr. Richards and Jillian exchanged over her head.

  “Well, that’s all changed now, Zoey. It sounds like I’ll have lots of ways to spoil you with special treats,” Jillian promised.

  Zoey noticed that Dr. Richards looked sad. Dropping her head, she asked him quietly, “Did I do something wrong?”

  “No, Zoey. You haven’t done anything wrong. I’m sad because I wished I’d had the opportunity to take care of you sooner. Precious little girls shouldn’t be struggling all alone to have enough to eat.” Shaking his head, Dr. Richards smiled, “Enough sad thoughts, let’s eat some of Jillian’s yummy eggs.” He dished up a lot of the fluffy, scrambled eggs on his plate and said to Zoey, “We’ll share these to start and get some more if you’re still hungry.” Stabbing a big bite on his fork, he brought it up to Zoey’s lips and intoned, “Open up, sweetheart. See how you like Jillian’s special, scrambled eggs.” As Zoey chewed and made yummy sounds of approval, Dr. Richards fed himself and then a bite for Zoey as they worked their way through the pile of steamy eggs.

  Meanwhile, Jillian buttered several pieces of wheat toast and put it on the table. She smeared one with thick honey, cut it in thin toast fingers, and placed it on the wooden tray before Zoey. “I hope you like honey, Honey,” Jillian said jokingly with a smile.

  Zoey picked one portion up and groaned in delight as the sweet honey spread across her taste buds. “This is awesome!” Zoey enthused. “Thank you, Jillian.” Zoey ate until her tummy wouldn’t allow her to eat another bite. She tried to push the sticky tray away from her but it was stuck.

  “Dr. Richards, would you help me get out of this chair, please? I need to go wash my hands,” Zoey asked looking at the tall, muscular man.

  Jillian appeared with a small wet towel and despite Zoey’s protests that she could do this herself, Jillian persisted in wiping each of her hands free of the honey. “Little girls let the adults help them in lots of ways, Zoey. Let me get your face cleaned too, Zoey. No, don’t turn away,” she demanded sternly as she grasped Zoey’s chin and turned her around to face the front. Jillian held Zoey’s chin in a firm grip and finished by wiping her face free of all the breakfast goodies.

  “Zoey, I hope you’ll let me do some small things for you. It makes me happy,” Jillian added turning Zoey’s face toward Jillian’s bright smile. Jillian released her and added, “I’ll fix you some of my magic potion and bring it to you in a while. You’ll love it.”

  Dr. Richards had finished his breakfast as well and looked up at the kitchen clock before exclaiming, “Right on time, Zoey. I have some patients coming in to see me this morning. Let’s get you settled and comfy before my first appointment.” He gathered her up in his arms and carried her down the hallway back to the main entrance and into a large area furnished with big, overstuffed couches and chairs. “Where would you like to lay down, Zoey? Over here in the front or over toward the side where you can watch people come in for their appointments?”

  Zoey thought quickly and decided, “I don’t want to be in the front. Everyone will see me. I’ll sit over by the side.”

  Dr. Richards chuckled and explained as he carried her over to a large, blue couch at the left side of the waiting area. “Zoey, you know how inquisitive kids are. All the littles are going to want to know who you are. You’re going to have lots of people coming to talk to you. Just be yourself. Many of these people are close friends and they will be ecstatic that we have found each other. Don’t worry about remembering their names. You see all of them many times in the future when we get together for social events.”

  He placed her on the couch and propped her feet and head up so she was laying comfortably. “I’ll come check on you throughout the morning. Jillian will be in here also from time to time to make sure you have enough to drink. It’s important that you stay hydrated to help your body heal,” he added with an official look. “Be sure that you drink a lot today. Okay?”

  Zoey answered slowly, “I’ll try but I’m not used to drinking a lot. There’s no bathroom in my car and I have customers to take care of when I’m working.”

  “Just drink what we give you,” Dr. Richards added. “It’s very important.”

  Chapter Ten

  There was a flurry of noise as the wooden front door opened to reveal a tall, blonde woman tugging a large man behind her. “Come on, Jake. We’re almost late for your appointment. You want to see Dr. Richards today. He’s going to make your tummy feel better,” she reassured the man who was dragging his feet to walk as slowly as he could. “Hurry up, young man!” she ordered sternly. “I will not hesitate to spank you here at the doctor’s office if you aren’t cooperating 100%.”

  Zoey was amazed to see Jake. He was obviously a very athletic male but he was dressed like a little boy in cargo shorts and a cartoon turtle t-shirt. He had on a green baseball hat and sneakers. He was the little.

  “Anne, I’m so glad to see you and Jake today. Let me introduce Zoey to you. I’m trying to convince her to be my daughter by pampering her while her feet heal,” Dr. Richards greeted the pair.

  The tall woman clicked across the wooden floor on high heels pulling Jake over to D
r. Richards and Zoey. “Hi, Zoey. Jake and I are very glad to meet you,” Anne said with a bright smile. “You couldn’t pick a better daddy than Matt. He takes great care of Jake. Doesn’t he?” she questioned with a smile while pulling Jake out from his hiding spot behind her. “He’s a little shy, but when he starts chattering, Zoey, you’ll never get him to be quiet,” Anne added with a chuckle and rubbed Jake’s bottom.

  Zoey heard a plastic rustling sound and knew Jake was wearing a diaper as well. She smiled shyly at Jake. “I’m pretty shy too, Jake. I’m glad to meet you. Dr. Richards tells me that I’ll see most of his patients at social gatherings. It will be awesome to know someone in all the strangers.”

  Dr. Richards nodded proudly at his little girl’s words and attempts to befriend the timid patient. “Tell me Anne, what’s wrong with Jake today? Did I hear you say he’s having problems with his stomach?” Dr. Richards questioned the concerned parent.

  Jake turned bright red and covered his face with both hands as if he was trying to hide.

  “Yes,” Anne replied solemnly. “His tummy hurts and I think that he is very constipated. I’ve already given him an enema but it didn’t do the trick, so I’ve brought him in to you.”

  Zoey didn’t know what an enema was but she could tell from Jake‘s embarrassed response, it wasn’t anything she wanted to try. Zoey patted Jake’s leg as he stood above her and was surprised when he shifted his hands so that one hand still covered his red face but the other reached out toward Zoey. Zoey clasped the searching hand between hers and gave it a squeeze.

  Jake squeezed her hand back and lowered his hand to look at her. “I don’t like strangers either. I’d like it if you’d be my friend,” Jake said shyly. At Zoey’s quick nod, Jake smiled and then put his hand back over his face as he heard Dr. Richards answer his mother.

  “I agree, Anne. If Jake’s tummy is still hurting after an enema, I need to see him. Let’s go back to the exam room and see how we can make Jake feel better. It may not be constipation but something else, or he may just need a bigger enema than you would normally give him at home,” Dr. Richards answered as he indicated that they precede him into the room with a big, golden 1 affixed to the closed door.

  “Zoey, I’ll see you in a little while. Remember, drink lots, take some naps, and most important, stay off those feet, sweetheart,” Dr. Richards instructed sternly but with a smile at the petite figure laying on the couch. He was very proud of Zoey making friends with Jake. She obviously was a very sensitive young lady who cared for others just like Jon and Cecily had described her.

  As Dr. Richards closed the door after Jake slowly entered, Zoey heard him instruct, “Jake, let your mommy help you take off all your clothes and your diaper and then, hop up on the exam table. Let’s see what going on with your stomach.” And then she heard the door click closed.

  “Poor Jake,” Zoey thought. Then it dawned on her that Jake’s tummy did hurt she was confident that Dr. Richards could make him feel better. Zoey settled back into the fluffy couch pillow and yawned. “He’s lucky Dr. Richards is his doctor,” was her last thought as the pain medicine and her full tummy helped her drift off to sleep.

  Chapter Eleven

  “We’ll let that enema and the medicine sit in Jake’s tummy for 10 minutes Anne. Just rub his back and talk to him to distract him and I’ll be back in a few minutes,” Dr. Richards instructed the relieved mother as he left treatment room 1.

  He nodded a quick hello to the next patients waiting and walked over to check on Zoey. She was deeply asleep. Dr. Richards caressed her head and then ran his hand down her torso to lift her sweater. Reaching the waist band of the stretchy leggings, he carefully slid his hand inside to reach the crotch of her diaper and ran his fingers inside to see if it was wet. Zoey squirmed a little but continued to sleep deeply. Dr. Richards removed his hand and straightened her clothes. He kissed her tenderly on the top of her head before using the hand sanitizer next to one of the changing tables around the room before greeting his next patient and her father.

  A short while later, Dr. Richards ushered a very tired but much more comfortable Jake with his mother, Anne, out of the exam room. “I’m glad your tummy feels better, Jake. Anne, remember that Jake needs a white suppository every hour until he goes to bed tonight. Put in two of larger blue suppositories at bedtime. A final enema tomorrow when he wakes up should be the last step to making sure his tummy is back to normal. Bland food for the next 24 hours. Bring him back in if his temperature goes up or he complains of a tummy ache.”

  “Jake, this wasn’t a fun visit today but you were a very brave, young man. Would you like a toy from the treasure chest?” Dr. Richards questioned.

  Jake ran over to the entrance table with the large wooden treasure chest and opened it eagerly. He pulled out a pirate’s sword and grinned as he swung it around.

  Anne was pleased to see Jake smile after Dr. Richards had to deeply cleanse his bowels. “What do you say, Jake? Thank Dr. Richards for his care and your new treasure,” she instructed her distracted son.

  Jake waved the sword toward Dr. Richards and said in a bad pirate voice, “Ahoy, matey! Thanks for the booty.” He had totally forgotten all the discomfort of the cleansing treatment.

  Anne smiled and put her arm around Jake to usher him through the door. She turned and made eye contact with the young lady on the couch. “Zoey, it was great to meet you. Your daddy is pretty special and I bet I’ll find out that you are too. See you soon!” she called.

  Dr. Richards turned around to see Zoey awake and squirming uncomfortably on the couch. “You okay, Zoey? Are your feet hurting you? Let’s get you up on the table and I’ll insert some more medicine,” Dr. Richards said soothingly as he picked her up in his arms. As Dr. Richards shifted Zoey’s position, she immediately urinated strongly into her diaper. Turning her head into Dr. Richards’ shoulder in embarrassment, she began to sob. “Calm down, Zoey. It’s okay. Everyone has to go to the bathroom, they understand,” he comforted her speaking quietly as he walked over to one of the changing tables closest to Zoey’s couch. As he laid her down, Zoey had a death grip on his white coat as she tried to hide from patients and their parents in the waiting room. Dr. Richards leaned down over her body, shielding her from everyone’s view and slowly began to stroke the back of her head as she burrowed her face into his chest.

  “Zoey, sweetheart, you’re breaking my heart. What’s wrong?” he questioned softly as he continued to stroke her hair and along her sobbing torso.

  “I woke up and there were strangers all around me looking at me. I had to go the bathroom and I couldn’t get up because you told me not to and my feet hurt. I didn’t know what to do.” Zoey’s chest heaved and she struggled to breathe as she cried. “You weren’t here and I didn’t know what to do. It was awful. Now, I’ve wet my pants in front of everyone. I’m so embarrassed.”

  “Zoey, I am so sorry. This is all my fault,” Dr. Richards spoke softly. “I should have known that you might need assistance while I was with a patient. It tears me up that you are so upset. Would you try to stop crying for me?” He kissed Zoey on the top of the head as he gathered her tenderly back into his arms.

  He turned to the waiting room and shielding Zoey from view, announced, “Everyone, I’m sorry but I have a very special young lady that needs some attention. If you’ll excuse me, I’ll be back to see you all as soon as possible.” Without waiting for a response, Dr. Richards carried Zoey into an exam room and closed the door as the patients and their parents began to clap their approval of his actions.

  Dr. Richards sat Zoey down on the exam table and raised her chin so he could look into her tear-filled eyes. “I’m sorry, Zoey,” he said simply and kissed her thoroughly on the lips until he felt her begin to respond. “I will do better in the future,” he promised and kissed her again, showing her how much he cared.

  Zoey forgot her embarrassment as she felt her body respond to the deep kisses. “Mmmm . . . “ she groaned as he caressed her slig
ht body. She wound her arms around his neck and parted her lips allowing him to press his tongue strongly into her mouth. Touching her tongue to his in response, Zoey heard him groan as she was pulled closer to be crushed against the rigid muscles of his chest.

  Pulling back so he could look into her eyes, Dr. Richards asked, “Will you forgive me, Zoey?” He waited patiently as Zoey appeared to think seriously about his question. He smiled widely as Zoey hesitantly began to nod her head.

  “I’ll forgive you, Dr. Richards.” Zoey answered simply. She dropped her head back down toward her lap.

  Dr. Richards knew she was embarrassed. He became very businesslike and stretched her out along the exam table. He stripped off her leggings and pulled her pink sweater up to lay across her small breasts. Taking off her sodden diaper, he dropped it into the trashcan nearby and pulled several wipes from the container on the counter. He pressed Zoey’s legs apart so her nether area was exposed and carefully wiped every nook and delicate fold until she was perfectly clean. Turning her over on her side, he separated her buttocks and wiped her anal region making sure that her anus was free of urine. Holding her legs bent together to the side, he opened a drawer and pulled out a jar of lubricant and a large thermometer.