by Pepper North
Zoey blushed a vivid shade of red as all her coverings were quickly stripped from her body. Her nipples clenched tightly in respond to the cool room air and the gaze of the doctor as he uncovered her nude body.
Lifting her up into his strong arms, Dr. Richards patted her cushioned bottom. “Do you need to potty before we take off your diaper, Zoey?” Seeing the shy nod of Zoey’s head, he squeezed her belly to his hard torso giving the slight figure a little help in releasing her urine into the absorbent padding. “All out, Zoey?” he questioned again. At her second nod, he untaped the diaper and dropped it into the diaper pail before approaching the tub and turning off the water. After testing the temperature with his fingers, Dr. Richards lowered Zoey into the water gently.
“MMmmm,” Zoey enjoyed the warm water, sinking back against the tub with her eyes closed. Surprised to feel a splash on her face and torso, Zoey looked down quickly to see several bath toys floating around in the tub with her. She grabbed the closest, a black and white plastic penguin. Taking stock of the other toys, she tried to balance the penguin on top of the floating glacier. It took several tries to balance the toy in the gently waving water. Zoey let out a peal of joyful laughter at her success and looked up to find Dr. Richards smiling at her as he lathered a washcloth.
“Little one, you make my heart happy,” the doctor said as he started washing her toes. The soap stung a little on her abraded feet. “Your feet are starting to heal well, Zoey. We’ll leave the bandages off tomorrow so the air can help you heal,” he explained. Moving the cleaning cloth up her legs until he reached her privates, Dr. Richards ruffled his fingers through the short, brown curls. “We’ll have to remove all these cute curls tomorrow so you’ll be just like a baby girl should be,” he commented gently.
Watching Zoey think about being shaved, he began to distract her by thoroughly cleansing the lips of her labia and clitoral areas before leaning her over to the side so he could wash around her anus. He watched Zoey continue to play with the toys as he washed her back and torso. He took time to swirl the cloth around her breasts until he heard Zoey’s breath start to catch in arousal. Moving down her arms, he interrupted her play as he washed each arm and hand. Finally, he had her close her eyes as he washed her face and neck. He smiled to see her holding the penguin against her chest until she could see again to continue playing.
Finished with cleaning her body, Dr. Richards joined in Zoey’s play with the toys. Splashing water around the tub and laughing, the two had great fun until Dr. Richards saw his little one yawn and shiver. “You’re getting cold and tired, Zoey,” he explained as he scooped her out of the tub before wrapping her in a thick towel. “I know, sweetheart,” he replied to Zoey’s protests that she wasn’t tired. “Little girls never feel tired. Their daddies know when it’s time to stop playing.”
“Ssshhhh,” he soothed her gently as he carefully dried her completely before laying her on the changing table. Dr. Richards turned the little figure on to her side facing the wall as Zoey yawned. Wrapping the restraining belt across her waist, he stepped away to remove a large suppository from the canister in the cabinet. Using plenty of lubricant, Dr. Richards firmly pushed the large cylinder into Zoey’s warm rectum as she fussed sleepily.
Jillian entered the nursery with a warm bottle in her hands. She quickly stepped to the dresser and pulled a warm nightgown from a drawer, approaching the changing table just as Dr. Richards fastened a diaper around Zoey’s waist. Jillian smiled at the sleepy girl and helped sit her up so they could slide the nightgown in place around her. She waited until Dr. Richards picked Zoey up in his arms and sat in the cushioned chair before handing him the bottle. She patted Zoey on the head and wished her pleasant dreams as she left the room.
Dr. Richards pressed the nipple of the bottle against Zoey’s lips and watched her open her mouth to allow the nipple to enter. He heard her begin to suck from the bottle and make soft sounds of enjoyment. Every ‘mmmmm’ went straight to his heart. Already he loved this little girl. He cradled her gently to his chest and relaxed. Dr. Richards decided just to enjoy every moment that he had with Zoey.
When she had finished the bottle, he brushed the sleepy girl’s teeth in his bathroom using only the glow of a nightlight to see so Zoey wouldn’t wake up totally. Then he tucked her into his bed. He watched as she rolled onto her tummy and quickly fell fast asleep.
Chapter Twenty-two
The next morning, Zoey woke up feeling warm and protected. She found herself curled up against Dr. Richards with one arm and one leg thrown over his body. His arm was under her shoulders to pull her close to him during the night. Zoey lowered her head back down onto his torso to enjoy the warmth and comfort of being in Dr. Richards’ arms. She could get used to waking up like this every morning.
Dr. Richards felt her small movements and tightened his arm around the petite figure. “Zoey, are you awake, sweetheart?” he questioned quietly. He felt her nod yes. Immediately, Dr. Richards scooped her up to lie directly on top of his body so he could look in her startled eyes. “Did you sleep well, Zoey?”
Zoey squirmed around as he held her on top of his torso. Surely, she shouldn’t be on top of him. “Ummm . . . I slept very soundly. I didn’t wake up all night,” she answered slowly as she tried to slide off Dr. Richards’ warm body.
“Where are you going, little one?” Dr. Richards asked with a laugh and his eyes sparkled with amusement as he firmly held her in place above him.
“Well . . . I was just going to . . . I’m sure you don’t want me . . . ” Zoey’s voice trailed off.
“I think you’re in a perfect place, Zoey. I like having you in my arms. Are you uncomfortable?” he asked with a smile.
“No. You’re really warm. But I’m too heavy to lay on top of you. I’ll just . . .”Zoey struggled again to slide to the side.
Whack! Whack! Zoey jumped as she felt two sharp smacks to her bottom.
“Zoey, I have you right where I want you. You’re not too heavy for your daddy. I don’t want you to ever have concerns that you’re too heavy. We really need to plump you up a little. You’re all skin and bones. Now if all this silliness is over, look at me, Zoey. Don’t you think you should give your daddy a good morning kiss?” Dr. Richards questioned sternly as he rubbed her small bottom soothing, the sting of the spanking.
“You spanked me,” Zoey accused him with tears in her eyes.
“Yes, Zoey, you’ll always be spanked if you don’t do what your daddy tells you to do. That’s an important lesson to remember. I’m here to take care of you,” he answered her. “Now, do you want to start the morning off well or is today going to be a punishment day when you don’t mind your father?”
Zoey was quiet. She had stopped squirming immediately when she was spanked. She should have behaved from the beginning when he had hugged her into the warm place on his torso. “I’m sorry, Dr. Richards . . . mmmm. . . daddy. I don’t know what to call you,” she replied with a sniff. “I’ll be good. I promise,” she said with a cautious smile. She scooted up to align her mouth with Dr. Richards and pressed her lips softly to his.
Dr. Richards cupped the back of Zoey’s head and urged her closer to his lips. He kissed Zoey strongly on her lips waiting until she opened her lips to let him inside. Swooping his tongue across her lips, he dived into the kiss. He could feel Zoey tense in surprise before relaxing her guard and meeting his tongue with hers to deepen the kiss even further.
Zoey made eager sounds. She’d never kissed anyone that made her feel like Dr. Richards was making her feel. Her lips were tingling and that excited feeling was spreading out throughout her body. She could feel Dr. Richards’ other hand sweeping down her torso to cup her small bottom and pull her closer to him. Zoey felt his penis, swollen and erect, pressing against her. She began to squirm against his engorged length.
Dr. Richards clamped his hand over her small bottom and froze her in place so she couldn’t squirm against his penis. “Zoey, you’re going to make me forget that
we’re trying to get to know each other slowly so you’ll trust me to be your daddy. You can’t play with Daddy’s penis until he tells you so.” He looked Zoey straight in the eyes. “I really want to be your daddy. I’d love it if you’d call me ‘daddy,’ little one. Do you trust me enough to take this big step?” he questioned her, hope filling his voice.
Zoey was quiet for a few tense seconds as she considered his request. She’d only known Dr. Richards for a couple of days but he’d taken such good care of her. She could tell from the patients and their parents from his practice that they thought the world of him. Slowly, Zoey nodded her head. “Yes, Daddy. I trust you.”
Dr. Richards pulled Zoey’s lips back down to his as he plundered his tongue into her mouth. He was thrilled to have Zoey meet his kisses with fervor as she began to make those little sounds of enjoyment that filled his heart with joy. Easing out of the urgency of the kisses, Dr. Richards turned his body sweeping Zoey along for the ride as he swapped their positions and he was laying above her, supported by his muscular arms. Dr. Richards raised his head to look Zoey in the eyes.
“You make me so happy, Zoey. I’m eager to show you how much I care by making love to your beautiful body but I want you to be totally sure before we take that big step. We’ll talk again this evening and see if you still feel the same way. Then, I’ll make you mine totally. Okay?” he questioned seriously.
“Okay, Daddy.” Zoey answered seriously.
“Now, little girl. Have you used your diaper?” Dr. Richards questioned seriously.
Nodding her head slowly, Zoey admitted with a red face, “I did a little while ago. I had to go when I woke up.” Meeting Dr. Richards’ gaze straight on, she asked again, “Are you sure you want me to go to the bathroom in my diaper?”
“Zoey, you can ask me as many times as you wish. My answer is always going to be the same. I want to be your daddy. I want to show you how much I already care about you. Each moment that we spend together helps me feel even stronger about you. Daddies take care of their sons and daughters completely. Changing your diaper is just one way that I can show you how important you are to me and how much I want to be your daddy,” Dr. Richards smiled at the small figure that was becoming the focus of his world. “I’m ready to be your forever daddy, Zoey. How are you feeling about staying with me as my little girl?”
After a couple of quiet minutes passed by, Zoey answered with a small grin, “I think we’re a perfect match, Daddy. I love being here with you!”
Dr. Richards squeezed her even closer to his strong body and buried his head into the curve of her shoulder. “Little girl, you’ve made me the happiest and luckiest daddy around. Who knew that a missed interview would turn out so perfectly?” Holding her in his arms, they were both quiet as they contemplated how fate had brought them together. “I think we owe Jon and Cecily a big thank you. They helped me find the special little girl who I knew was waiting out there for me.”
Zoey nodded her head happily. Then, she remembered that she had to make some money to finish paying off her mom’s hospital bill. Living with Dr. Richards would be wonderful but instantly she felt reality loom over her. She wasn’t going to be able to stay with Dr. Richards unless he’d let her work her normal hours at the restaurant. He’d take care of her while she was here but surely he wasn’t thinking that the job as his companion would be a paid position?
“Ummmm, I’m sorry. I just remembered that I have to work at the restaurant so I can pay off my mother’s bills. Do you think it would be possible for me to live here with you when I’m not working? I try to get as many hours as I can so I won’t be able to be here too often but maybe I can ask to work when you have office and hospital hours. . . I know it’s not what you wanted,” Zoey’s voice trailed off defeated. It had all seemed so perfect. Zoey’s eyes filled with tears. She wanted to stay with Dr. Richards. “Why is life always so hard. . .” she thought to herself.
“Zoey, I think everything is going to work out just right for us. You just need to think positive thoughts and let those feet heal.” Dr. Richards squeezed her small frame tightly. “I’m so glad I found you, Zoey. We’ll figure out a way to make all these little things work out so we can enjoy each other. But now,” he said with a sharp pat to her cushioned bottom, “let’s get cleaned up and dressed so we can see what Jillian has whipped up for us for breakfast. I think it’s pancake day.”
Grinning back at him, Zoey nodded her head eagerly. “I love pancakes! They’re the best. The cook would save me the pancakes that he cooked a little too long that were too brown to serve. They were still good and really yummy,” Zoey enthused.
“I bet Jillian will let you have the best ones this morning. You’re already winning her over to your side. Soon she’ll feed me blackened pancakes,” Dr. Richards said quickly as he scooped Zoey into his arms and out of bed. He shook his head ruefully at the thought of Zoey eating burned pancakes and still thinking they were a special treat. “She should always have the best,” he thought fiercely. “I guess I’ll have to make sure that Zoey’s taken care of thoroughly.”
Dr. Richards laid Zoey gently on the changing table and listened to her chatter about all the funny people that she worked with at the restaurant. She had such a positive outlook on life. He asked questions to keep her talking as he released the tape on her diaper and swept it away. Ignoring her gasp at the coldness of the wipe, he smoothed the towelette across her nether region to cleanse away the urine. Turning her over on her side, he spread her buttocks and applied some Vaseline to her anus before pressing the thermometer inside.
Zoey didn’t even blink. She was getting so used to having her temperature taken that she didn’t even protest when she felt the thick tube slide deep into her rectum. She was so involved in telling the story about one of the waitresses getting her orders mixed up and then getting so frazzled that she spilled a chocolate malt all over a catholic priest.
Her giggles jostled her on the changing pad so Dr. Richards stood right next to her to make sure she wouldn’t fall off. “There was no doubt about it,” he thought to himself as he smiled and laughed at her animated story. “Zoey is a rainbow of happiness for everyone around her.”
“ . . . and Teresa decided that she was doomed to go to hell because the priest would tell God to send her there! She started going to church every week and she stopped cussing at work. That was quite an accomplishment because virtually every other word out of her mouth was . . .” Zoey continued without thinking.
“Little girl,” Dr. Richards interrupted quickly, “I do not want to hear you cuss either. That is one easy way to earn yourself a spanking to remember, followed by getting your mouth washed out with soap.”
Zoey sobered up quickly. “I don’t want soap in my mouth.”
“No, you don’t little one. Let’s get you dressed and we’ll talk about the rules we’ll follow in this house,” Dr. Richards looked at her seriously before sliding the thermometer out of her bottom and checking the temperature. “I think one more day of pain medicine will fix you up, Zoey.”
“The small ones?” she asked with hope shining in her eyes.
“Yes, Zoey. The small ones,” Dr. Richards chuckled. He slid two slim suppositories one after another into her rectum watching her squirm on the table as he held them in place deeply with his finger. He leaned over the table and kissed her blushing cheek. She wasn’t quite used to having all his probing attention.
“Okay, Zoey. Medicine in place, now to get you dressed. Do you want to wear purple or green today?” Dr. Richards questioned.
“Purple, of course. No one likes green,” Zoey asserted.
Chapter Twenty-three
After dressing Zoey in a frilly purple polka dot dress, Dr. Richards tucked her into her crib with a book to read while he returned to the master bedroom to dress. Before he left, he made sure to raise the side railing until it clicked into its locked position so Zoey would be safely restrained in place. Five minutes later, he walked back into the nursery to
find Zoey standing in her crib on one leg and trying to slide the other one over the top of the railing.
“What are you doing?” Dr. Richards demanded in a loud voice, unable to believe what he was seeing.
“This railing is broken. I can’t get out,” Zoey explained quickly as she pulled her leg down from the railing. “I thought if I could get one leg over I could slide over the railing and drop down to the floor.”
“The railing is not broken. I put it up so that you’d be safe inside your crib. Little did I know that you’d forget you’re not supposed to be standing on your feet. And do you think you’re a monkey in the zoo? Climbing over the railing? You could have been seriously hurt, Zoey,” Dr. Richards shook his head in disbelief as he released the railing by pressing the foot lever. He lowered the railing and scooped the naughty girl up in his arms.