Sofia and Isabella: Dr. Richards' Littles 8 Read online

  Sofia and Isabella

  Dr. Richards’ Littles 8

  By Pepper North

  Text copyright ©2017 Pepper North

  All Rights Reserved

  Author’s Note: The following story is completely fictional. The characters are all over the age of 18 and as adults choose to live their lives in an age play environment. This is a series of books that can be read in any order. You may, however, choose to read them sequentially to best enjoy the characters. Subsequent books will feature characters that appear in previous novels as well as new faces. Prepare to enter the new world of Dr. Richards’ Littles. Enjoy!

  Other titles by Pepper North

  Zoey: Dr. Richards’ Littles 1

  Amy: Dr. Richards’ Littles 2

  Carrie: Dr. Richards’ Littles 3

  Jake: Dr. Richards’ Littles 4

  Angelina: Dr. Richards’ Littles 5

  Brad: Dr. Richards’ Littles 6

  The Digestive Health Center: Susan’s Story

  Charlotte: Dr. Richards’ Littles 7

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-one

  Chapter Twenty-two

  Chapter Twenty-three

  Chapter Twenty-four

  Chapter Twenty-five

  Chapter Twenty-six

  Chapter Twenty-seven

  Chapter Twenty-eight

  Chapter Twenty-nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Epilogue

  Excerpt from Carrie: Dr. Richards’ Littles 3

  Excerpt from Brad: Dr. Richards’ Littles 6

  Chapter One

  Noah pushed his chair back from his computer in disbelief. He’d done it. He had designed a dating website for age play participants to find each other. It had taken months to address all the variables: weeding out the religious or other fanatics that just wanted to “out” the age play community members, protecting identities from the press, ensuring that all members who created a Little, Mommy, or Daddy profile were over 21 and free of a violent criminal record. He had thought he’d created the perfect system last month. With their permission, he had created fake profiles for age play couples who he knew were in committed and healthy relationships. When the results for Brad and Thorsten came back as a 10% likelihood of forming a successful relationship, he knew he needed to tweak it at little. Today, he had run Zoey and Dr. Matt Richards, Paul and Angelina, and finally, Jake and Anne. All three scores had come back with a match score between 98.9 and 99.7%. The computer system endorsed them as statistically perfect matches.

  Now, all he had to do was create a discrete way to attract prospective members to create a profile. Noah followed Thomas’ idea of tracking people who visited certain website. It had worked for Thomas and Carrie. He added on a search agent that reported individuals that purchased age play products. However, it wouldn’t be successful if it just formed a list of people that purchased adult diapers but if the same household purchased two or more products, say adult pacifiers and retention plugs, it might have located a potential client for the website.

  Noah combed his fingers through his thick blond hair and dived back in to create his searches and a vague invitation that would attract the attention of those seeking an age play relationship. He wasn’t getting any younger. At 36, he was financially stable and ready for a serious relationship. Littles didn’t seem to grow on trees around him and he had not been as lucky to have a chance encounter provide an introduction between a Little and a parent like Robert Smythe and Amy or Charlotte and Benton. His hopes were high for this new computer program. His Little had to be out that hoping to find him as much as he was searching for her.

  Three months later, Noah was amazed that over three thousand adults had signed up for his age play dating service. Named PLAYTIME, the target audience of dating service was obvious for those involved in the lifestyle while ambiguous enough for someone that just happened upon it or saw the app on someone’s phone. There had been several successful matches between very happy Littles and their new Mommy or Daddy. Noah was keeping his fingers crossed that those matches would survive over time and grow deeper. His goal was to help everyone, including himself, find that special person who completed them.

  His computer began to emit a loud beeping sound. Noah immediately pulled up his PLAYTIME app to see a set of red flashing lips over the icon. “You are kidding me,” Noah blinked in disbelief. He clicked on the icon and a notification flashed on to his screen. It stated, “Your Little has been found.” Noah took a deep breath and clicked on the message. A picture of not one but two similar yet different women opened on his computer. They had dark hair and eyes with an olive complexion. They were very curvy – not obese but padded generously. Noah was glad to see that the app had not matched him with a model thin Little. He thought the two women were stunning. The name SofiaIsabella appeared and there was a special notification that had been attached to the profile. He opened the notification and began reading,

  Dear Daddy,

  If this letter reaches you then you have been chosen as the closest match to become our Daddy. Sofia and I are twins. We have lived our lives together and have never chosen to be apart. It took many years for us to admit even to each other that we were attracted romantically to a man who would be a strong disciplinarian capable of keeping us safe and healthy. We have always known that we would love one man. Our bond is very strong and we will be happy only if we are together.

  This is not what most men would be looking for in a committed relationship. We are not looking for a fling or a brief flirtation with a ménage a trois. We are both individuals who are seeking our other half. We just know that our other half will be the same person. If you are serious and after reading this message you wish to meet us, Sofia and I are very hopeful that you are the one for whom we have been searching.

  Isabella and Sofia

  576-712-0---

  Noah picked up the phone immediately and called the number. Reaching an antiquated answering machine, Noah left a message expressing his desire to meet both of them. He didn’t know how he knew but they were his Littles. He’s never considered having two Littles and that would take some coordination to address each of their specific needs. He picked up the picture and stared.

  He could already guess that the one wearing glasses who was dressed more modestly was Sofia. It would be easy for someone to overlook her but Noah saw the depth of her character in her eyes. She was simply hiding herself behind a smoke screen of discreet clothes and large eyeglasses.

  The more flamboyant figure was Isabella. She was the author of the letter attached to their profile. Her clothes were slightly more fitted and revealing although still appropriate. Noah bet that she wore contacts. She appeared to be worldlier but upon studying their faces, Noah decided that she was more apprehensive.

  He tried to focus on the work piled on the desk in front of him but his eyes drifted to his cell phone frequently. An hour later, Noah picked up his phone to make sure that he hadn’t missed a call and it rang. Almost tossing the phone in surprise, Noah pressed his code in to open the
phone and answered immediately. “Sofia, Isabella, thank you for calling me back.” He picked up the photo and looked at their faces.

  “Mr. Sandoval, Noah, I’m sorry, I don’t know what to call you,” came the stumbling response in a low voice with a foreign accent.

  “Sofia?” Noah asked softly.

  “Yes, how did you know? It is Sofia. Isabella hasn’t returned from work yet and I didn’t want to wait,” came the rush of an answer.

  “I am very glad to talk to you, Sofia. It’s nice to get to know you just as yourself. Why don’t you call me, Noah, for now? Hopefully, someday, you’ll wish to call me something else. Your voice is as lovely as your picture. Are you Italian?” he guessed.

  “Oh, Isabella is the pretty one. You have a good ear for accents. My mother was Italian. We spent about half of the year in Italy and half in California as we were growing up. Isabella and I have dual citizenship. We choose to live in the U.S. now but we like to visit Italy when we can. Have you been to Italy?” Sofia asked quickly.

  “I have not been to Italy unfortunately. Perhaps someday you would agree to be my guide?” Noah asked. “I know that it is early to be making future plans but I am looking for a long-term relationship so I’ll prefer to think ahead positively.”

  Noah’s voice deepened and became more serious. “Sofia, I want you to know that I will not allow you to discount yourself if we are in a relationship. You are as beautiful as your sister. I am very interested in meeting you and learning all your secrets and your desires. Do you understand? I will not tolerate you saying negative things about yourself like ‘Isabella is the pretty one.’”

  There was a silence on the other end of the line and then Sofia’s voice came through stronger and easier. “Yes, Noah. I understand what you mean. I will try my best.”

  “Good girl,” Noah praised. “Tell me about yourself. What is important to you? What do you like to do?”

  “I’m not very interesting . . .” Sofia began when Noah interrupted.

  “Sofia, I want you to move to stand in a corner of the room and facing it. If I was there with you, I would have you stretched over my lap and I would be spanking your bare bottom until it was red. I don’t think you understood me. I will not allow you to say negative things about yourself. What are you wearing? Are you alone?” Noah demanded.

  “Yes, I’m in our apartment alone. I’m wearing a blue dress,” Sofia answered shyly.

  “Pull up your dress and hold it above your waist. When I finish with these instructions, I want you to pull down your underwear and stand in the corner with your bare bottom on display for ten minutes. In ten minutes, I will call you back and we will continue our conversation,” Noah disconnected the phone line and sat back in his chair. He was too strict to tolerate someone not following his directions. Sofia was either going to learn this lesson now over the phone or she was going to have a lot of corner time with a hot bottom.

  Chapter Two

  Four minutes later, Noah’s phone rang from Sofia’s number. “Sofia, it has only been four minutes . . .” he began.

  A smooth voice with the same foreign lilt interrupted. It was close to the same but more polished as self-assured. “Sofia is standing in the corner blushing furiously. She wouldn’t talk to me except to tell me to play the message. This is Isabella. I’m very pleased to talk to you but I’d prefer to not stand in a corner.”

  “I am pleased to talk to you as well. I am also very glad that Sofia is following my directions. Talk to me. Tell me about yourself. Where are you living now? Where do you work?” Noah wanted to hear that smooth voice keep talking.

  “I work in a veterinary hospital. I am a vet tech and assistant. I’m assuming that Sofia hasn’t told you that she is a veterinarian who owns her own practice? She’s the smart one.” Isabella stated without any sign of resentment.

  “I’m going to tell you the same thing I told Sofia. I do not wish to hear you say anything negative about yourself. This is the reason that your sister is standing in the corner. I assume that there is another corner in that room,” Noah said with iron in his voice.

  “Oh, is that why she’s in trouble? No, I will learn from her mistake. There are indeed other corners and I would like to keep my panties on,” Isabella joked. “Can Sofia come out of the corner now? She thinks it’s been ten minutes.”

  “Yes, it has been enough time. Sofia can pull up her panties and join you at the phone. Can you put it on speaker?” Noah requested. He heard a large click and then, two voices asked, “Are you still there?”

  “I’m still here. I’m looking forward to meeting you both. From your telephone number’s area code, I am guessing that we are all in the same city. May I take you out to dinner?” he asked looking at the clock. It was 6:00. There would still be time for a late dinner if they met in an hour. Immediately, the sisters began to protest their need to shower and refresh their makeup. “Sofia, Isabella, you realize that if I’m your Daddy that you will not be able to wear makeup when we are home together. I don’t care about the fancy polish on your nails or if your lipstick is crooked. I just want to spend some time with you. Put on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt and we’ll go out for pizza. No pressure. Let’s just see what we think when we get together. Text me your address. I’m closing down my computer now. I’ll be there in thirty minutes.” Noah disconnected with a click.

  Chapter Three

  Noah quickly changed his shirt and brushed his hair and teeth. He added their address to his contacts along with their phone number and did a quick search on a navigating app. Isabella and Sofia were about fifteen minutes from his house. He picked up his keys and walked down stairs to his garage. Noah lived in a large house. His computer skills had earned him a lot of money over the years and he had invested well. He had bought a home that was too big for one person but he had planned for years to have the company of his own Little. Now, it was almost incomprehensible that he could have found not one Little but two.

  Noah chose a large, luxurious sedan to drive to their apartment. He wanted to make sure that they were comfortable and safe even before he met them. Noah shook his head wryly as he backed out of the garage. “Sounds like my mind has already settled on these two. I need to keep a clear head and not be swayed totally by my emotions,” Noah warned himself. He drove out of his gated property and navigated to their apartment without encountering any problems.

  Stepping out of the car, Noah breathed in and out deeply to collect himself. He walked in the complex and looked around. It was clean and well maintained but Noah was not pleased to see that the entrance was not locked. He climbed the stairs and knock on apartment number 20B. He heard a female gasp of concern and then a patter of feet.

  Finally, the door opened and Isabella was standing before him clutching the front of her blouse. She had not had time to fasten it. As Noah confidently walked forward, she moved back allowing him to enter. Isabella looked nervous. She started to extend her hand but realized that it was holding her blouse closed. Her eyes darted back and forth to him and the front of her blouse.

  Noah closed the door behind him with a gentle push of one of his large hands. He stepped to Isabella and kissed her on the forehead, saying, “Hello, Isabella.” Without pause, he brushed her hands away from the front of her blouse and slowly fastened her buttons. His hands brushed lightly against her breasts as he performed his task.

  Isabella’s breath caught in her chest. She looked down at his strong hands buttoning her blouse and blushed as she felt instant tingles of arousal shoot through her as his hands touched her bare skin. Her breasts were covered by her blue, lacy bra but she knew that he could see through the light material. Her nipples were clenched tightly. She tried to distract herself from the sensations that he was invoking in her with this simple act. “Hello, Noah,” she said huskily. “I’m glad to meet you.” Isabella tried to step back away from him as he finished with the buttons but he held the front of her blouse firmly in his hands.

  Noah moved one hand up
to cup her jaw and he just looked at her for several minutes. “You are even more lovely than your picture, Isabella. I have been waiting for years to meet a person who could become the love of my life and who would choose to fit my lifestyle choices. I am very glad to meet you as well.” Noah tore his eyes from searching deep into hers and asked, “Where is Sofia?”

  “I’m here,” came a small voice from the doorway.

  Noah turned and capturing Isabella by the hand, he walked with her for a few steps over to meet Sofia, he kissed Sofia lightly on the forehead as well. “I’m so glad you followed my directions, sweetheart. Which corner did you stand in?” he asked smiling slightly as Sofia’s face blushed red.