by Pepper North
A groan, forced its way out of Zoey’s mouth as the motion began to feel much better than just good. Her tummy was so packed with warm fluid that the brushing motion of the probe rapidly brought her to orgasm. “Ooooh . . .” she moaned as her entire body shuddered from the massive orgasm. Zoey could feel the probe’s motion inside her begin to slow and, finally, when the contractions from her pleasure eased, the vaginal thermometer was withdrawn.
Zoey’s body relaxed completely against the table. She knew that there was warming medicine deep in her tummy but it wasn’t uncomfortable like the cramps from the previous cleansing enemas. Zoey looked up at Dr. Richards who was standing between her outstretched legs, caressing one of her inner thighs with a slow gentle motion. Meeting his eyes, Zoey smiled. “I think I feel really good now, Daddy. Do you think I’m all warmed up now?” she questioned softly.
“Both thermometers say that your temperature is just where it should be. Now, your job is to follow all my directions and we’ll keep it there, okay little one?” Dr. Richards questioned with a smile.
“I’ll do what you say, Daddy. I promise,” Zoey swore solemnly.
“Thank you, Zoey. You are a very good girl,” Dr. Richards began solemnly before his eyes started to twinkle with the last of his response, “most of the time.” Dr. Richards chuckled. “Zoey, there is some medicine inside you that will need to remain there for a little while just to make sure you cooperate and stay warm. What would you think about going out for a walk in the sunshine with me, sweetheart?”
Zoey looked at him astonished. “I can go for a walk on my feet?” she questioned.
“Well, I can walk and you’ll ride along with me. Does that sound like fun?” Dr. Richards clarified. We’ll make a loop through the garden and along the walking trail that circles the house.”
Zoey didn’t know exactly how that would work but she did like to be outside. She nodded her head eagerly. “I’d love to see the gardens.”
“Perfect, little one. I’ll just get everything settled here and we’ll be off,” Dr. Richards patted her inner thigh and started to gently withdraw the long tubing from her anus. To distract Zoey from realizing how deep the medicine had been inserted into her, he asked, “What are your favorite flowers, Zoey?”
“Oh, I don’t know the names of many flowers. I like them all,” she enthused. “Especially the purple ones . . . and the ones that smell really good. What are your favorites?”
“You’ll see several of my favorites out in the garden when they all start blooming,” he replied as he surreptitiously continued to pull the tubing from out of her bottom behind the barrier of the stretched blanket. “We’ll have to figure out what you like and the gardener will be happy to plant your favorites as well. Unfortunately, it will take several years for some varieties to reach the peak of their forms. Think I can convince you to stay around to see your choices in full bloom, Zoey?”
The sensation of the departing tubing had been distracting her but his last statement made her totally lose track of what was happening. She was surprised to hear the doctor talking as if he would like her to promise to stick around for a while. “Would you like me to stay with you for that long?” she questioned softly almost unable to hope. Zoey’s eyes dropped down to her blanketcovered chest as her fingers twisted restlessly by her sides.
“Look at me, Zoey. We haven’t known each other for very long. Somehow, I feel as if I know you better than I know some of my colleagues that I’ve worked with for years. I’ve been searching for you, little one, for a long time. I would be a fool to not hold on to you as tightly as I can.” Having withdrawn the final length of tubing from her bottom and dropping it into the cleaning bin, Dr. Richards pressed a moderate sized plug into her rectum. Ignoring her quick breath in as she felt the stopper slide into place, Dr. Richards knew it would trap the warming medicine in place for as long as needed. Dr. Richards slowly removed his exam gloves as he rounded the exam table to stand next to her.
Dr. Richards clasp her restless hand in his. “Little one, it’s taken me years to find you. I don’t ever want to let you go.”
“Even when I’m bad?” Zoey questioned.
“Even when you’re bad,” he reassured. Lowering his lips to her forehead, kissing her tenderly.
Amazed when he felt her small hands against the side of his head pulling his face to hers, Dr. Richards responded immediately to the urgent kiss Zoey pressed to his welcoming lips. He deepened the kiss, sweeping his tongue into her mouth. Dr. Richards groaned and heard Zoey’s answering breathy sigh. He gathered her torso against his body and started laughing softly.
“Are you laughing at me?” Zoey questioned with a hurt look in her big brown eyes.
“I’m laughing at myself,” he answered. “I can’t believe how happy you make me, Zoey. Thank you for being you. I am a very lucky man!”
Zoey began to smile. With hope brimming in her eyes, she responded, “Maybe we’re both lucky.”
“That we are, Zoey. Now, we need to get out of this medical office. Let me call for Jillian. We’ll need her help to escape to the sunshine.” He walked to the intercom and pressed a button. When Jillian’s voice answered, Dr. Richards asked her to bring the stroller to the examination room with a bag of supplies. While they were waiting, Dr. Richards efficiently stowed the used equipment for cleaning or disposal.
Chapter Thirty
In just a few minutes, they heard Jillian knock on the door. Dr. Richards cradled Zoey’s body against his muscular chest and lifted her gently from the examination table, maintaining her horizontal position. Opening the door, he carried her wrapped up in the blanket into the vestibule. There, Jillian stood with a wheeled piece of equipment that looked like an adult-sized stroller.
“Would you recline Zoey’s seat back, Jillian?” he asked the smiling housekeeper.
As she quickly moved to comply, Jillian noticed that there was a large tote bag stowed under the seat. “I should have thought of that, Dr. Richards. I’m sorry. Anything else that I can get for the two of you?” she questioned.
Dr. Richards lowered Zoey carefully to lie on the padded seat. “Did you think of bringing any warm clothes for Zoey?” he asked.
“I wondered if you’d need something toasty for her to wear. How about this?” Jillian pulled a pink sweatshirt, skirt, and a pair of fuzzy tall socks from where they hung on the handle of the stroller.
“That will be great. We want to keep her stretched out horizontally as much as possible,” he instructed. “Would you help me get her dressed?”
Zoey watched Paul wander over to the stroller. He smiled at her as he held the stroller handle to steady it.
Dr. Richards pulled the blanket down from Zoey’s chest exposing her breasts to everyone’s view. Feeling her nipples tighten and a blush spread over her face and chest, Zoey quickly brought her hands up to cover her breasts and tried to curl up to hide her torso. Dr. Richards pressed her strongly back onto the surface of the stroller. “Just lay back Zoey, and let the grown-ups help you,” he instructed sternly. Pulling the sweatshirt over her head, Dr. Richards pulled her right arm from its place shielding her chest and pressed it through the correct sleeve before moving to thread the left arm into place. Finally, he pulled the sweatshirt down to cover her breasts.
Kissing the tip of her blushing nose, he praised her, “Good girl. We’ll get you all ready to go outside fast with all of us working together.”
“Paul, I forgot to pick up a diaper for Zoey. Would you grab one from the exam room? She needs a small size. They’re pink.” Dr. Richards requested of the older man.
“Yes, sir,” Paul stepped away from the stroller to enter the exam room to retrieve the needed item.
Zoey pressed her hands over her eyes. She was mortified to have Paul even know that she was wearing a diaper much less to have him go pick one up for her. She felt a light kiss on her hands. Peeking out, she saw Dr. Richards squatting down at her level.
“Paul knows all about my lifesty
le, Zoey. He helps with the littles that come to visit my office. He understands and does not look down on you for wearing a diaper. He had a little one many years ago that stayed with him until she got ill and unfortunately, I was not able to save her. He’ll tell you the story someday.” Dr. Richards explained softly. He thanked Paul for his help upon his return.
“Jillian, will you hold this blanket for us?” Dr. Richards asked as he uncovered the lower half of Zoey’s naked body. He lifted her bottom up in the air exposing the plug to everyone’s eyes as he tucked the diaper under Zoey’s bottom and, stretching it around her, he taped it snuggly around her waist. Jillian handed him the skirt and socks to cover her legs.
“All right, sweet little girl. I’m going to tuck this blanket around you and we’ll be off,” Dr. Richards finished making sure Zoey would be warm enough outside and he took his place behind the stroller. “Paul, if you’d help us with the door, we’d appreciate it.”
Dr. Richards bumped the stroller over the raised entry way and pushed the stroller on to the porch. He moved down the slight incline to the garden pathway and waved his hand back to thank Jillian and Paul for their help. Pushing the sun shield back over Zoey’s head to let her see the surroundings, Dr. Richards walked slowly through the garden. He smiled to see Zoey’s feet bounce out from time to time as she enjoyed the sunshine and the quiet time.
After 20 minutes he stopped the stroller next to a bench and took a seat. Reaching in to pick up Zoey’s hand, he squeezed it before dropping a kiss on the back of her hand.
Zoey smiled with happiness back at him. “The gardens are lovely. Even though it’s too early for everything to be blooming, I can tell that it’s going to be beautiful here. Thank you for bringing me out here.”
“I’m glad you like the gardens, Zoey. Spring is definitely the time for new beginnings. I’m looking forward to seeing you bloom just like the flowers bloom. All little ones need a safe home, people that love them, and special love and care. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to take care of you,” Dr. Richards said seriously.
“I have something important to talk to you about, Zoey. I checked with Memorial Hospital about your mother’s bill. Since she did not have any insurance, the hospital had charged her account with the maximum amount for everything. I asked her doctors to review the charges and the typical amounts that insurance would have paid for her treatment and everyone chose to reduce their fees to a lower amount.” Dr. Richards watched Zoey carefully to judge her reaction to this information. Seeing the hope begin to show on her face, he continued, “Taking into account the amount you’ve already paid on the account and the lowered fees, your mother’s hospital bill was a total of $24.39. I chose to pay this amount when I was at the hospital for you. The debt is now erased.”
Zoey could feel the sun on her face and the gentle spring breeze. She knew she wasn’t sleeping but she pinched herself just in case. She yelped in reaction to the sharp motion.
“What are you doing, little girl? Don’t hurt yourself,” Dr. Richards took her hands in his to restrain Zoey.
“Really? Are you sure there aren’t any other fees?” Zoey said in disbelief. The bills had been such a dark shadow looming over her. It seemed impossible that she was free from this burden.
“There are no more fees, Zoey. You don’t owe any additional money,” Dr. Richards promised.
Zoey felt a huge smile begin to take over her face. She lurched to a seated position in the stroller and flung her hands over her head in celebration before launching herself out of the stroller and into his arms. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Zoey almost sang with happiness. She pressed her lips against his in celebration.
Dr. Richards hugged her tightly against his body. “I did very little to help you, Zoey. You have worked very hard to pay off the hospital bill. I knew how the system worked and how we could use it to help you,” he said cheerfully, before adding in a more solemn tone. “Someone at the hospital should have helped you long ago. But we’re not going to worry about that. It’s all settled and now you can decide what path your life should take. Can I convince you to quit that waitress job for good, Zoey? I have fallen for you little one, in just the short amount of time you’ve been here. Will you stay and be my daughter?”
Zoey cocked her head over to the right and looked thoughtful. Then, she giggled with delight and the words burst out of her. “Yes, Daddy. I would love to stay and live with you. Can I negotiate a no-spanking clause into our contract?” Zoey’s eyes glittered with laughter.
“Don’t push me, little girl. Spanking will stay in our relationship. You are way too impulsive, Zoey. You’ll earn plenty of spankings in the future,” he said ominously, and then totally ruined his stern demeanor by smiling and hugging her back to him.
“Now, let’s get you back in your stroller, little girl. You need to lay back a little longer before that warming medicine is ready to come out.” He tucked her back on to the reclined, padded seat and bundled the blanket back around her. Kissing her firmly on the lips, he left her side to take the stroller’s handle and started it back toward the house.
Zoey was so happy. Her body jumped with excitement and she had a difficult time laying down on the seat. Several times, she burst up into a seated position and turned around to look at Dr. Richards asking different variations of “Are you sure that the entire bill is gone? Mom also had a bill for radiology” (or any other specialty that she could remember from her mother’s treatment.) He would answer, “Yes, Zoey. That was included in settling the entire bill. It’s all paid.”
Finally, Dr. Richards stopped their slow process back to the house and came around to crouch at stroller level to look at Zoey on her level. “Zoey, I know you’re excited but you need to remain laying down. You don’t want me to have to strap you down, do you?” he asked seriously. “I will have to pull the restraints out if you sit up one more time. And I will spank you for disobeying. This is important. You need the warming medicine to remain in your tummy for as long as possible. Do you understand me?” he asked ominously.
She nodded nervously. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I’m just so excited. I’ll try harder.”
“Okay, Zoey. Let’s get back and tell Jillian and Paul the good news,” Dr. Richards stated as he rounded the stroller to begin pushing once more.
Zing! Zoey shot back up to seated. “They don’t know? I can’t wait to tell them!” Zoey blurted out before realizing that she was already not following Dr. Richard’s instructions. She immediately laid down before peering at him from underneath her long eyelashes. “Oh, no!” she thought to herself as she saw Dr. Richards push the stroller over to the side where a bench loomed next to them.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered hopefully.
Chapter Thirty-one
Dr. Richards pulled the blanket from Zoey’s clutching hands. He picked her up easily and turned her over to face the ground as he took a seat on the bench. Without saying a word, he flipped up her skirt and pulled down her diaper baring her bottom to the spring air. Lifting one hand into the air, he brought it down sharply on one cheek leaving a red mark as he raised his hand. “One,” he said as she gasped and wiggled on his lap. “Two,” he continued as he spanked her just as he had warned.
By the time, he’d spanked her bottom 20 times, Zoey was crying with her breath coming in shudders. The plug and the warming lotion in her bottom intensified the discomfort of the spanking. Zoey knew she should have followed her daddy’s instructions. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” She sobbed repeatedly as she lay limply across his lap. “I should have listened. I’m sorry I sat up again. I promise I’ll listen better in the future.”
Dr. Richards sat silently as he rubbed her bottom softly, soothing the hurt from the spanking. He heard her gasp as he moved her right thigh away from the left as she lay wilted across his lap. Brushing his fingers down the crease between her reddened bottom cheeks, he jostled the plug retaining the warming liquid inside her. Hearing her sharp intake of breath as the plu
g shifted inside her liquid-filled passage, Dr. Richards repeated the motion at irregular intervals until Zoey’s focus changed from crying about her reddened bottom to the invasion of the shifting plug in her rectum. Dr. Richards pressed his thumb firmly against the plug continuing to stimulate Zoey as the plug blocked the medicine from oozing out of her. He brushed his fingers downward between her exposed folds to the opening of her vagina. Smiling at the amount of moisture leaking from her, he knew his little one had enjoyed the spanking.
Dr. Richards began to caress Zoey rubbing his fingers in the lubricated folds of her outer labia, and then, dipping more intimately, lightly brush against her inner labia. He slipped his fingers into the slick juices flowing from her vagina. Dr. Richards used her own fluids to ease his finger deep into her tight vagina. Hearing her breath catch, he withdrew his finger from her virginal passage to press two back inside her. Stretching her, Dr. Richards expertly sought the rough spot at the front of her vagina that was a pleasure point for many females. Lightly brushing again her G-spot, and then progressively pressing against it, he rotated his hand to brush his thumb against her clitoris.