by Pepper North
Zoey squirmed and protested, “I’m fine. I don’t have a fever. You don’t have to check my temperature.”
Dr. Richards held her firmly in place as he first rubbed a good dollop of lubricant on her clinched anus and then pressed the lubricated thermometer deep within her rectum before stretching a restraining belt across her body and tethering her to the exam table. “My goal is to take very good care of you, Zoey. Even better care of you than I would of my patients. You’ll get used to the thermometer. It will be in your cute bottom many times a day. I’m still concerned that your temperature is below normal from your trek through the chilly rain. We’ll check it now and this afternoon. If it’s still low, I’m afraid I’ll have to raise your body temperature with some warm infusions,” Dr. Richards explained as he walked over to the big supply cabinet and removed a large suppository.
“Not the big ones,” Zoey pleaded with tears back in her eyes. “They hurt.”
“I’m afraid you’ve jostled your feet so much squirming to avoid using your diaper that you’ve really inflamed your feet, Zoey. You need the additional medicine in the larger suppository. You want to feel better, right?” he questioned as he neared the exam table carrying the large suppository. At her reluctant nod, he placed the suppository behind her bent legs so it was out of her view. When the thermometer had been inserted ten minutes, Dr. Richards slowly withdrew the cylinder as Zoey squirmed in embarrassment. “It’s still too low, Zoey. We’ll do those warm infusions after my office hours have finished. We need to make sure you don’t get sick from being out in the rain. For now, we’ll just get your pain back under control. I’m going to insert this suppository for you, Zoey. I need you to be a big girl and relax your bottom.” He pressed her top leg forward so that Zoey’s cheeks separated naturally and her tight, pink anus was revealed. “Here’s a little more lubricant so everything will slide into place easily,” he explained as he added some cold lubricant to her clenched opening. Watching Zoey shiver at the cold contact, Dr. Richards added, “We’ll get you totally warmed up in just a little while but first, remember, you need to relax.” He held the suppository pressed firmly against her anus until he felt her deliberately try to relax the tight muscle and he immediately impelled the large cylinder into her rectum feeling the resistance as Zoey’s small entrance was forced to stretch to accept it.
“Oh, please stop!” Zoey pleaded. Her bottom tried to squirm away from Dr. Richards’ tight grip but he prevented her movements with a restraining hand pressed down to tether her in place on the exam table as the suppository slowly entered her rectum until she could feel his finger pushing the medicine several inches inside. She lay there feeling his large finger implanted into her bottom as he held the suppository in place while her muscles attempted to push it out. After several minutes, Zoey felt Dr. Richards start to rub the melting medicine around her internal tissues. Gradually, the discomfort from the large suppository faded as it diminished in size and sensations of arousal began to build in Zoey. His large, inserted finger moved in and out of her rectum with his large palm brushing her exposed labia.
“Oooh!” Zoey’s tone changed to a moan and she twisted her head around to stare in surprise at Dr. Richards as her hips now began to press toward the inserted finger instead of seeking to avoid it.
Dr. Richards smiled widely at Zoey as he leaned over her petite figure and moved his other hand from its position restraining her on the table to press her top leg up and away revealing more of her sensitive tissues. He began to slide his fingers through the growing moisture around her vaginal opening until he felt her begin to orgasm. Pressing against Zoey’s clitoris firmly, he heard his little girl gasp, her eyes widened in surprise, as he felt her muscles contract against his caressing hand and clinch at his finger still firmly implanted deep in her rectum. As he felt the spasms lessen, Dr. Richards slowly slid his fingers away from Zoey’s sensitive tissues and he stepped away to wash his hands.
Approaching Zoey’s totally relaxed body on the exam table, he quickly rewrapped her bottom in a fresh diaper. Her discarded leggings were damp with urine so he simple enveloped her in a warm blanket. Dr. Richards lifted her up in his strong arms to hug her still pleasure-shocked body close to him. “Zoey, I’m so glad you will let me care for you. Already, I can’t imagine life without you, sweetheart. Have you forgiven me for not being there when you needed me?”
Zoey was swaddled in the warm blanket and snuggled against a very handsome man that she was learning to trust completely. She nodded her head. “Yes, Dr. Richards. I know you are looking out for me.” Her face brightened as she began to talk quickly and enthusiastically. “I think we need a code – something secret that only you and I know. That way I can tell you something important,” Zoey finished triumphantly.
“What a great idea, Zoey!” Dr. Richards agreed. “What shall we choose for this secret code, little one?”
Her face scrunched up in concentration. “I don’t know. Do you have any ideas?” Zoey questioned seriously. “Maybe we should both think for a while?”
Dr. Richards smiled at her earnest face. This was really important to her. He schooled his features into a similar serious look and answered, “I agree, Zoey. Let’s think of something to use for our secret code. As we’re thinking, I’m going to ask Jillian to bring you some of her special milk so we can keep you hydrated and I’ll keep seeing patients so we can make sure everyone is okay. Then, we can concentrate on getting you totally warmed up inside and out and decide on a code we think is best.”
Zoey nodded as Dr. Richards pressed a button on the wall and Jillian answered the intercom from the kitchen. She was thirsty. Dr. Richards always had the best ideas.
Chapter Twelve
Gathering the blanket-wrapped figure into his arms, Dr. Richards carried Zoey back to her seat in the waiting room. Making sure she was safely sitting on the couch, Dr. Richards turned to see Jillian approaching with a warmed bottle. “Thanks, Jillian. This is just what my little girl needs,” Dr. Richards said taking the bottle from Jillian. He turned back to Zoey with a smile. “Try this, Zoey. It’s delicious. Many parents have tried to pry the secret recipe out of Jillian but she only makes it for truly special little ones.”
Zoey was amazed to see the bottle was a large-sized baby bottle complete with the rubber nipple at the top. “You want me to drink from this?” she asked questioningly. “I could just take the top off and drink it. That might be easier.”
“Oh, you don’t want to do that,” a familiar voice said. “Jillian’s drink is much better drawn through the baby nipple. It makes it taste even better.”
Zoey turned to see Cecily and Jon next to the couch. She squealed in delight as Cecily bounced up on the cushion to sit next to her on the couch. “Cecily, what are you doing here?” Zoey questioned, happy to see a familiar face.
Cecily glanced over at Jon, “I have an appointment today for a check-up with Dr. Richards. He’s awfully busy so maybe we should reschedule?”
Jon laughed and patted Dr. Richards on the back. “Little girls always worry about seeing you. And you are always take such good care of them and make them strong and healthy. Does that give you nightmares at night, Matt?”
“No, Jon. It’s a pleasure to take care of Cecily. I think little girls just don’t like to take off their clothes in the doctor’s office. Or has someone been eating too many sweets and is afraid I’m going to find out?” Dr. Richards asked Cecily with a grin.
Cecily’s shoulders fell. “How do you always know?” she questioned solemnly.
Jon picked her up and squeezed her to his chest. “Let’s go little one. You’re next, right Matt?” He turned to Dr. Richards.
“Definitely, let’s take Cecily back and see how healthy we can make her,” Dr. Richards said as he gestured to exam room 2.
Cecily peeked over Jon’s shoulder to give Zoey a little advice, “Try it through the nipple. It’s really good.” And she was whisked away through the wooden door.
Zoey decide
d to take Cecily’s advice and put the rubber nipple into her mouth. It felt really strange against her tongue but comfortably shaped. She closed her mouth around the nipple and sucked in the warm mixture. “Wow, it’s delicious. This is really good,” Zoey thought to herself. She didn’t even consider taking the top off. The gentle sucking motions of the warm, sweet liquid, combined with the medicine from the melting suppository made Zoey fall back to sleep on the comfortable couch.
Chapter Thirteen
Each time Dr. Richards walked out of an exam room to say goodbye to one patient and welcome another, Zoey was asleep. Finally, the waiting room was empty. Dr. Richards walked over to the drowsing Zoey, gathered her up in his arms and sat in a nearby upholstered chair. He glanced down at Zoey to see her eyes start to open as she immediately looked around the room.
“Where did everyone go?” she questioned sleepily. “Did Cecily and Jon leave already?”
“Everyone has gone home and patient hours are over, Zoey. You must have been tired. It’s lunch time. Let’s go see what Jillian has whipped up for us. Are you hungry?” Dr. Richards questioned.
Suddenly, Zoey’s tummy let out a loud rumble. She turned red and said, “Sorry. I guess my stomach thinks I’m hungry. Do you think Jillian has made something yummy? I’m not too into vegetables,” Zoey admitted.
“You’ll have to eat your veggies here, Zoey. I want you to be very healthy. Jillian has a special gift of hiding vegetables in yummy dishes. I think you’ll like her meals.” Dr. Richards stood up with Zoey cradled in his arms. He leaned over the couch to pick up Zoey’s empty bottle. “You did a great job emptying your bottle. Did you like Jillian’s special drink?”
Zoey nodded enthusiastically. “It was super! Cecily was right, too. It’s really good when you drink through the baby nipple. Kind of embarrassing but really delicious,” Zoey added. “I don’t have to always drink from a baby bottle, do I?”
Seeing her look of concern, Dr. Richards rubbed Zoey’s back. “Zoey, I would like you to be my daughter. Little girls sometimes spill things. I don’t want you to be upset that you’ve caused a mess. When you’re in your chair in the kitchen, you’ll be able to drink from a sippy cup. Spills are easy to clean up there. If you’re in an area where a spill would cause a stain, you’ll be more comfortable to drink from the bottle so you know you won’t have to worry about making a mess. Right, Zoey? You’re such a considerate young lady, I know you don’t want to make a mess, do you?” Dr. Richards questioned.
There wasn’t a way to disagree with Dr. Richards’ logic. Zoey thought to herself, “I guess I’ll get used to the bottle.”
“It’s a little embarrassing. What if there are lot of people around?” Zoey questioned carefully.
“I’ll only ask you to drink from a bottle when we’re with other age play participants or in our home. Would that make you feel more at ease?”
Zoey nodded and her stomach growled again.
“Little girl, we have to feed you. Let’s go.” Dr. Richards walked directly to the kitchen. “Hi, Jillian! We’re starving. What’s for lunch?” He questioned as he sat Zoey in her high chair and, raising her arms with a firm grip using one hand, H e slid the tray into place with the other arm.
Jillian smiled at the duo. “I’m glad to hear you’re hungry. I’ve made some potato soup and ham sandwiches to fill you up. How did you like my special drink, Zoey?”
“It was awesome, Jillian. Thank you,” Zoey said with enthusiasm.
“Juice for lunch, Zoey,” Jillian set a pink sippy cup decorated with blue elephants in front of her. It was about the size of a regular glass but with a rounded bottom and a lid on top with a raised section perforated with holes.
Zoey picked it up and put the raised section in her mouth. Raising it up, she felt the cool juice flow into her mouth. She set it down and it rocked back in forth in front of her causing the blue elephants to dance. Zoey giggled in delight. “That’s fun!”
As they ate, Dr. Richards asked lots of questions about Zoey, her family, and her past. She revealed that her father left when she was young. She and her mother had lived a very basic life on the small amount of money that Zoey’s mother made cleaning houses. Her mother had been hurt in a traffic accident and had never recovered. Zoey was hit with a lot of medical bills following her death. She began to waitress for as many hours as she could while finishing her senior year of high school. Her mother had always stressed how important it was that Zoey get her diploma. After finishing with her studies, Zoey just worked to pay off the remaining medical bills and the interest accruing each day. She’d sold all their possessions except for the car. Moving out of their small apartment had allowed Zoey to put the money she’d pay for rent towards the hospital bill. She’d been living in her car for about 2 years. Zoey was getting close to getting the payments completed.
“I can’t stay here for long, Dr. Richards. I thought this position would be a working job so I could take a break from waitressing. Now, I need to get my feet working and go back to the restaurant. I’ll need to pay you too for the car repairs.” Zoey said solemnly. She bit her lip and look away. “Will you let me pay for the car repairs and your medical help over time?” Zoey glanced back at Dr. Richards. “I’m reliable. I will pay you back. It may just take a while,” she said with a promise.
“Zoey, what hospital was your mother in and what was her name?” Dr. Richards asked quietly. He nodded toward Jillian and she moved over to pick up a pen and a notepad.
“Her name was Janice Geller. She was at Memorial Hospital on Main St. It’s a good hospital. They took good care of her.” Zoey answered hesitantly. She didn’t understand why he needed these details. Zoey wondered what Jillian was quickly writing down. Maybe a grocery list?
“It is a good hospital. I used to work there before I opened my practice here.” Dr. Richards agreed.
Zoey nodded her head and thought to herself, “Oh, yeah. He would be interested in the hospital because he’s a doctor. That makes sense.”
“My money and the payment slips are in my car. They’ll be safe at the repair place, won’t they?” Zoey questioned.
“Yes, Zoey. I’ll make sure they are safe for you,” Dr. Richards promised. “Enough serious talk. Can you eat a little more soup, sweetheart?” He held a spoon of the thick potato soup to her lips.
“No more! I’m stuffed,” Zoey moaned.
“Alright, if I can’t persuade you to eat any more, I think it’s time for your exam so I can check you over thoroughly and make sure the rest of your body is healthy. Your body temperature has not increased from your time out in the chilly rain. We need to use the warm infusions to get you back to normal. Then, I think a nap is in order. Does that sound like a good plan to you, Zoey?” Dr. Richards questioned her gently.
Zoey’s mind raced from sleep mode to warning mode. “What do you mean my exam?” she asked cautiously. “You’ve already checked my feet. That’s all that hurts.”
“Yes, Zoey. Your feet will get better each day if you stay off them and let them heal. I need to examine the other parts of you to make sure that you are healthy. I’ll take a blood sample to see what vitamins and nutrients you need to take as a daily supplement. Remember we’ve been checking your temperature. It’s had time to recover but your system needs some help. The rain, after such a day of stress and exercise walking to meet me, has lowered your core temperature. We need to raise your body temperature to its optimal level. We’ll get that regulated with some warm water treatments,” Dr. Richards explained gently.
Dr. Richards rose from his chair and again lifted Zoey’s hands up while detaching the tray that restrained her in the high chair. He picked her up in his arms and walked back through the house into exam room 1 cradling Zoey against his strong chest. He knew it was best to get started before Zoey’s mind had time to think of excuses and reasons why she shouldn’t have an exam. “Calm down, Zoey. I’ll never hurt you. Just a quick needle sting to get the blood sample. We can even do that first if y
ou want so you don’t have to worry about it.”
Zoey thought quickly as Dr. Richards sat her down on the exam table. He gently unwrapped the soft blanket from around her body. The crinkly paper made noise as she shivered. “I am cold,” she said quietly. “Do you really need to stick me?”
“Yes, Zoey. I want to make sure I’m taking the best care of you – not only for today but for the future. I can’t determine what nutrients you need to be healthy without seeing the profile of your blood.” While he had been explaining, Dr. Richards opened one of the drawers in his cabinets to find a variety of blood sample tubes and his drawing supplies. “Let’s get this part over now, Zoey. Then you won’t have to worry about it. Okay?”
Meeting his kind eyes, Zoey decided to trust him. He was the doctor. “Okay,” she whispered quietly and looked the other way while she felt the rubber tourniquet stretch around her arm and tighten.