Zoey: Dr. Richards' Littles 1

by Pepper North

  Immediately, Zoey’s chants changed from “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” to “Please, please, oh, Daddy, please!” Her bottom writhed on his lap as his probing caresses brought her closer and closer to a looming orgasm. “OOhhhh,” she shouted as all her nerve endings exploded in pleasure simultaneously and her mind went completely blank.

  Dr. Richards smiled to himself as he rotated the limp figure to face him and gathered her into his arms to lay her back in her stroller. He methodically reattached Zoey’s diaper around her hips and smoothed her skirt back down into place. Pulling the safety straps from their hidden positions at her chest and thighs, Dr. Richards attached them snuggly across her sated, limp body. Finally, he tucked the blanket back around her and began down the pathway back to the house.

  Chapter Thirty-two

  Zoey had just started to emerge from her pleasure-induced daze when she saw the big house loom in front of them. She tried to move slightly on the reclined seat of the stroller but Dr. Richards had fastened the straps very snuggly across her chest and thighs. Zoey’s tummy started to churn in a series of waves that began to force the medicine trapped deep inside of her tummy down through her intestinal tract. She clenched her bottom tightly around the plug that had fit so tightly in her rectum. “Oh, no!” Zoey exclaimed desperately. “I have to go to the bathroom. I can’t hold the medicine in!”

  “Zoey, the plug in your bottom will do its job and keep that medicine right where it needs to be. If you hadn’t chosen to sit up so many times, despite my warnings, you would be much more comfortable and you would have avoided these cramps. Unfortunately, the medicine must stay inside you for 10 more minutes. If I let you release the warming liquid now, we’d have to repeat the treatment and refill your tummy again.”

  Zoey looked at him with panic and began to shake her head vigorously in opposition to this idea. “No, please. I don’t want any more medicine,” she pleaded with tear-filled eyes. “I can make it ten more minutes. I promise.”

  “That’s a good girl, Zoey. I have confidence in you, too. Take some deep breaths and try to relax.” When her tears continued, Dr. Richards tucked a large pacifier into Zoey’s mouth and held it in place until she began to suck on it. “That’s it, Zoey. Just relax and focus on other things. Look around at the birds and flowers. Focus on the warm sunshine on your face,” he soothed as the liquid rolled around inside her tummy.

  Zoey’s face flushed pink. Her forehead began to bead with sweat from the urgent press of warm liquid trying to escape. She moved restlessly on the padding of the stroller held firmly in place by the restraining straps across her chest and thighs. Zoey rubbed her hands across her tummy trying to calm the urge to push the fluid out immediately.

  They had reached the porch of the big mansion. Dr. Richards stopped pushing the stroller and walked to the side. He leaned over and kissed Zoey’s head as she sucked desperately on her pacifier. “What a good girl you are,” he enthused. He lifted the blanket from her heated body and leisurely folded it before walking over to press the doorbell summoning Paul to open the door. “You’ve definitely warmed up, little girl,” he said gently as he wiped the sweat from her brow. “Let’s start getting some clothes off you so you can cool off.” He pulled her sweater up from the shoulders to slide it under the restraining strap before easing it over her head.

  Just as her small breasts were exposed to the cooling air, Paul opened the door and stepped out with a smile. “Looks like that little girl finally warmed up.” Seeing her nipples react to the breeze by clenching tightly, Paul added, “Let’s get Zoey inside before she cools off too much.” He held the door open as Dr. Richards wheeled the stroller inside.

  “How were the gardens, Zoey?” Paul asked kindly, looking down at the swaddled figure. He smiled to see that Zoey was sucking on her pacifier. Her daddy was taking good care of her. All little girls should have a pacifier to help distract them. “Did you enjoy seeing all the flowers?”

  She nodded vaguely to answer his question. Zoey was so occupied with the battle going on inside her tummy, she didn’t even think about being embarrassed as Paul helped Dr. Richards remove her skirt and stockings. Lying in the vestibule, clad only in her diaper, Zoey tried to count seconds to know when the ten minutes would be up.

  “Paul, would you set up the throne in the waiting room for Zoey?” Dr. Richards asked the older man. “She’s got about three more minutes before she can let the warming liquid out of her tummy. Unfortunately, she chose to sit up so many times that the liquid thinks it should be out now.” Paul nodded and turned disappearing from Zoey’s sight.

  Dr. Richards released the strap around Zoey’s thighs and began unfastening Zoey’s diaper. Lifting her legs, he raised her clenched bottom from the stroller padding and slid the diaper out of the way. He lowered her red bottom to the surface while still holding her legs up by the ankles. Dr. Richards reached down to spread her bottom cheeks with his free hand and pressed on the plug that was deeply inserted in Zoey’s bottom.

  Zoey groaned. Pushing the large pacifier from her mouth with her tongue, Zoey begged. “Please, Daddy. Please, can I go to the bathroom?” She felt the plug being pushed again firmly several times resulting in ripples in the liquid inside her. Slowly, her legs were lowered to the stroller.

  Dr. Richards bent her legs at the knees and placed her bandaged feet on the padding spread widely apart. That created more space for Zoey’s tummy and she wriggled in reaction. “Two more minutes, Zoey,” Dr. Richards checked his watch. “Leave this in your mouth. It will help,” he instructed gently as he lifted the pacifier again to her mouth and pressed it inside. He pushed her stroller slowly into the empty waiting room.

  Zoey could see a high-backed wooden seat that was painted pink and decorated like a throne over the sides of the stroller. She heard several metallic clicks as the chair was adjusted somehow before she saw Paul stand up from behind it. He approached the stroller and patted Zoey softly on her filled tummy before stepping back.

  “Okay, little one. Time’s up. That warming fluid has done its job and it’s ready to come out. You’re going to get to be a princess for a little while as it flows out of you,” he explained as he released the last restraining strap and he reached between her thighs to grasp the plug firmly. “Clench you bottom together, Zoey,” he instructed as he pulled the plug out of her straining bottom. Setting it aside, he quickly lifted Zoey out of the stroller and placed her on the pink throne. It had a hole in the middle like an oversized potty chair.

  Immediately, the warming medicine began to gush out of Zoey’s bottom. Dr. Richards soothed Zoey’s panic by hushing her cries while wiping the flood of embarrassed tears from her face. As the liquid jetted from her rectum, he gently caressed her face and torso, murmuring soft, reassuring words to let her know it was okay and to relax and let everything out. His supportive words and caresses, combined with the rhythm of the sucking motions, helped Zoey become calmer. After several minutes, Zoey’s cries became sporadic, ragged breathing and moans.

  When the initial burst of fluid seemed to have passed, he soothed “It’s okay, Zoey. That medicine had to come out. You did a very good job holding it inside so it could warm you.”

  As the urgency diminished, Zoey was able to pay attention to her surroundings. Her knees were bent up almost to shoulder level as she sat on the low, pink potty. She realized that she was sitting there in the middle of the large waiting room totally nude. She felt a warm blanket wrap around her shoulders and she realized that Jillian had joined them. Zoey dropped her head down to rest on her knees as liquid continued to spurt out of her rectum. She felt Jillian reach under the blanket and rub up and down her naked spine.

  “You are such a wonderful girl, Zoey. Just relax and let us all take care of you. I know you’re embarrassed, sweetheart. No one is judging here. We’re just glad Dr. Richards is taking such good care of you,” she whispered to the petite figure who was hiding her face. “You’re going to feel so much better. Just leave it t
o us to know what to do. You’ve worried about a lot in your short life. Isn’t it nice to have someone take care of you?” she questioned softly.

  Zoey was very still for a minute as she processed Jillian’s advice. She raised her face to look at Jillian and Dr. Richards who were hovering over her to help. Removing the pacifier, Zoey admitted, “You’re right. Even though I’m totally embarrassed, it’s wonderful to let someone else make the decisions. Are you sure this is going to help? I don’t like all this liquid inside my tummy,” she searched their faces for any sign of laughter or malice.

  Dr. Richards knelt next to Zoey and wrapped his arms around her. “I will always take care of you, Zoey. As a doctor, I will help you feel better every day. Some of my treatments you will not like. Little girls and boys often don’t like going to the doctor. I promise, as a doctor and as your daddy, that I would rather hurt myself then see any harm happen to you, Zoey. Enemas aren’t fun. You should have had better care for years. Now, we’re going to have to make sure your tummy is regular and in perfect working order. That means you’ll have enemas regularly. All my staff is on a treatment schedule. Even Jillian gets an enema regularly,” he explained to reassure Zoey.

  Zoey’s eyes jumped to Jillian. “Dr. Richards gives you enemas, too?” she questioned in disbelief.

  “Yes, sweetie. Even I need enemas to take care of my health. Dr. Richards is a wonderful doctor. He knows just what everyone needs to feel their best,” she answered honestly. “I don’t like them very much but I feel much better after my treatment. Just like you will find out as he takes care of you!” Jillian smiled and again leaned over to rub her hand down Zoey’s spine reassuringly, caressing her naked skin under the blanket. She kissed the top of Zoey’s head and stepped away. “Let the fluid come out as slowly as it wants, Zoey. There’s no rush. I’m off to check on dinner,” Jillian added cheerfully and then walked toward the kitchen.

  Dropping her head back down to her knees, Zoey tried to relax as she sat on the low potty chair. She was amazed that Dr. Richards stayed in the room with her. He simply moved over to sit in a padded chair that faced her. The warming liquid continued to burst from her body. “How had he gotten so much inside of her?” she wondered to herself. “Will the potty hold everything?” Zoey asked fretfully, looking up to where Dr. Richards sat patiently.

  He answered with a wide smile, “Yes, Zoey. You don’t have to worry. Remember you’re a princess on her royal throne. Princesses don’t have to worry about anything, right? Everyone takes care of them, right?”

  She nodded her head slowly. Zoey felt the liquid slow in spurts out of her body. Gradually, all the urgency to push out the fluid ebbed until Zoey thought that all the liquid was out. She looked up quickly when she heard Dr. Richards stand and walk over to her potty chair.

  As he knelt next to her, Dr. Richards removed the blanket swaddled around her nude body. “Zoey, I’m going to rub on your tummy to help make sure that there are no pockets of liquid still trapped in your body. Just relax your muscles and let’s see if you’re ready to be cleaned up,” he explained as he began to rub her abdomen firmly in a counter-clockwise pattern. He pressed the tissues from the bottom of her rib cage to her soft, brown curls protecting her privates. Dr. Richards coaxed a few more spurts of fluid from his little girl’s bottom and then questioned, “Zoey, do you feel like you need to let any more fluid out, now?”

  Caressing the side of his new patient, Dr. Richards kissed her softly. “Little girl, I am so lucky that you are here. Thank you for letting me take care of you. Let’s get you cleaned up and back in some warm clothes so we don’t have to warm you up again.” He chuckled at her enthusiastic nod.

  Zoey saw him pick up a clean absorbent pad and he held this to her bottom as he scooped her off the princess’ potty throne. As he carried her over to a changing table, Zoey saw a pile of warm clothes waiting for her on the padded surface. Jillian must have brought those in for her.

  Chapter Thirty-three

  Dr. Richards smiled down at the little figure stretched out on the changing table. Zoey was a true survivor. She’d managed on her own by living in her car and working very long hours on her feet at a physically tough job. She had such an ingrained sense of morals that she had almost paid off an astronomically high bill resulting from her mother’s illness. He doubted if she ever even considered that the hospital would not have been able to find her while she was homeless to collect on the debt. Zoey was doing what she thought was the right thing to do.

  Now, this little waif of a young lady had decided to let him take care of her for a while. Dr. Richards squared his shoulders as he took care of the business of cleaning up her bottom. He was determined to be the best dad, doctor, friend, caretaker, ever. Zoey would see the best in him each day.

  Taking in her serious look, Dr. Richards leaned down and kissed her concave belly. “I’m hearing a lot of rumbling in there. Are you hungry little one or do you need to potty some more?”

  Zoey looked very serious and after a short pause, “I think . . . no, I’m definitely hungry. My stomach is totally empty.” She looked down and blushed bright red. “I hope I don’t have another warming treatment for a long time. Right, Daddy?”

  “I can’t promise you anything, Zoey. Your body may need warming up again but I think if we keep you out of the rain, wrapped in warm clothing, and well-nourished, that you will be less likely to get so chilled again. But even when your bottom and tummy are stretched full of warming or cleansing treatments, you know that your daddy is taking the best care of you that he knows how to do. Right, Zoey?” He tossed it back to her with a smile. He finished cleaning up the remains of the infusion and began to wrap her in a clean diaper.

  Watching her stop and think about his question seriously, Dr. Richards saw her rub a small hand across her tummy. He picked up her hand, kissed it softly, and then pressed it to his heart. “You haven’t been in my care for too long, Zoey. Already, you’ve taken the position at the top of my list to take special care of you from now on. Can you feel my heart beat, Zoey? It’s showing you how much I love you. I am very honored that you trust me to be your new Daddy.”

  A huge smile stretched across Zoey’s face. Tears welled up in her eyes and she launched herself upwards to wrap her arms around his neck. “I’m so glad I came on this job interview. I ended up with so much more than just a job. I have a new Daddy to take care of me!” She eased back away from his body and added with a wink, “I still think we need to negotiate spanking though. You have really hard spanking hands!”

  Dr. Richards squeezed her diaper-clad red bottom tightly against her until he heard her squeak in protest. “If you’d just listen, you’d avoid being spanked, little rascal. I have a feeling that you will have many more spankings in your future until you understand that.” Chuckling as he held her against him, Dr. Richards rubbed her narrow back to sooth the truth of his words.

  “All right, little one. We just got you warmed up and now you’re squirming around in the nude. Let’s get some clothes on so Jillian will feed us!” he grinned at Zoey and watched her realize that she was only wearing her diaper. She’d gotten used to being unclothed around her new Daddy quickly – just like she should!

  After a quick dinner in her high chair, Zoey found herself bathed thoroughly, dressed in a warm nightie, and wrapped in a blanket. She laid back in her Daddy’s arms and allowed him to place the nipple of her evening bottle in her mouth. It had been a very eventful day and Zoey was exhausted. She smiled at her daddy as she sucked softly on her bottle and began to drowse as he rocked her slowly. Falling asleep in his arms, Zoey felt very safe and protected.

  Chapter Thirty-four

  Zoey woke up the next morning cuddled into the curve of her Daddy’s torso. His strong arm was wrapped around her, anchoring her to his side. Zoey was embarrassed to feel that she had drooled on her Daddy’s shoulder and she moved stealthily to wipe up the moisture before he woke up. Her hand was almost there to the wet spot when she felt his
chest begin to rumble with laughter. Zoey froze in embarrassment.

  “Did you drool on your Daddy, little girl?” Dr. Richards questioned with a smirk. “You know there’s a charge for that?” he questioned.

  “I . . . I’m sorry. I was so tired. I didn’t mean to drool on you,” she apologized seriously. “Maybe I should sleep on a pillow instead of your shoulder.”

  “Never, Zoey. I’m going to keep you right where you are – cuddled up to me. But you are going to have to pay for getting me drooly!” he answered. He looked at her seriously and seemed to consider all the possibilities of consequences. “I think you owe me five kisses.”

  Zoey puckered up and closed her eyes. She waited and waited for him to kiss her. Finally, she opened her eyes to see him smiling at her. “What?” she questioned. I’m ready to give you 5 kisses.”

  “No, Zoey. You’re ready for me to kiss you five times. This time, you have to give me five kisses.” With that explanation, Dr. Richards closed his eyes and puckered his lips to wait for his kisses.