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  Zoey

  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 first book in the series introduces Dr. Richards and Zoey. Subsequent books will feature characters that appear in this novel as well as new faces. Prepare to enter the new world of Dr. Richards’ Littles. Enjoy!

  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

  Chapter Thirty-one

  Chapter Thirty-two

  Chapter Thirty-three

  Chapter Thirty-four

  Chapter Thirty-five

  Chapter Thirty-six

  Epilogue

  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

  Sofia and Isabella: Dr. Richards’ Littles 8

  Cecily: Dr. Richards’ Littles 9

  Tony: Dr. Richards’ Littles 10

  Abigail: Dr. Richards’ Littles 8

  Chapter One

  Zoey breathed a sigh of relief as she approached the ornate, iron gates spanning the entrance of the large estate. She’d made it here. Now, would they let her in when she was arriving 5 hours late? She pulled her drooping shoulders back and advanced to the speaker limping painfully in shoes that had not been designed to walk the twenty-mile trek she’d had when her car had overheated by the side of a road very far from here. Zoey pressed the speak button and waited.

  “Dr. Richards’ residence. May I help you?” answered a strong, elderly man’s voice.

  “Good evening. I’m afraid I’ve been terribly delayed in arriving. My name is Zoey Geller and I had an appointment to speak with Dr. Richards at 2:00pm. Would it be possible for me to speak with him now?” Zoey asked with a hopeful tone.

  “I’m sorry. Dr. Richards is not receiving applicants this evening. You will have to call to reschedule your appointment tomorrow,” the voice declared with finality.

  Zoey heard the speaker click off. Her thin shoulders sagged back into the miserable position they had occupied for all the miles throughout the long walk. Just her luck for the weather to decide to settle on gentle spring showers all day. Zoey was soaked through to her skin and now after the sun had set, the brisk spring air was becoming distinctively cold. Zoey shivered and looked for a place to get out of the rain while she decided what to do now that all hope of making it in time to have an interview had evaporated.

  The entrance to the estate was free of sheltering trees - probably a wise security move. The only small area of covered space was the nook under the security speaker and camera. She turned around and wiggled her body, bottom first into the space. Barely! She fit though and she was out of the rain for a little while. She hugged her knees to her chest and tugged her skirt over her shins to conserve her body heat.

  Dropping her head to her knees, she debated her best move. Her feet were torn and blistered in her shoes. Would she be able to walk back to town? If she stayed here tonight, there was the possibility that she could get an interview with Dr. Richards tomorrow if he would forgive her missing her appointment. Should she take her car breaking down as a sign that she shouldn’t have come for an interview? This was definitely not her regular waitressing job that she’d done since she was 15.

  She’d met Jon and Cecily at the diner where she worked. Jon was a tall, handsome gentleman that was obviously very successful with his business. He wore suits that, even to Zoey’s inexperienced eye, were custom fitted to his wide, strong shoulders. Cecily was a short, chubby woman who bubbled with enthusiasm and childlike enjoyment of life. It was obvious from the beginning that these two had a different relationship. Jon made all the decisions and took care of Cecily in all ways: ordering her meals, cutting up her food, making her drink the milk he always ordered for her. Cecily dressed more as a child than an adult woman in short, ruffled dresses with socks and flat shoes or in leggings and a long colorful shirt often decorated with juvenile designs of kittens or toys. The fitted and ruffled clothing seemed to hint that she wore something padded under her clothing. Cecily always held Jon’s hand when they weren’t seated and was never out of his eyesight.

  The couple made the other waitresses nervous so Zoey always volunteered to wait on them. She liked the eccentric couple. They obviously loved each other. It warmed Zoey’s heart to see Jon so concerned in taking care of Cecily even when he acted more like Cecily’s father than her husband. Even Zoey was a little concerned when Cecily received the steely-eyed stare and warning of “Little girl, you need to behave or there will be consequences,” that Cecily received when she was bouncing too energetically around on the bench seat or refusing to drink her milk as directed.

  Zoey had gotten friendly with the couple over the last few months. Last week, Cecily had blurted out that she thought Zoey should apply to be the companion of her doctor, Dr. Richards. Cecily immediately had turned red and looked with hesitation to see what Jon would say to this outburst. Jon had looked thoughtful and replied slowly that if Zoey wanted to change her entire life, he could see that she would be a perfect match as a companion for Dr. Richards. He went on to speak glowingly of the doctor, both professionally and personally, as he wrote a phone number down on the back of a business card. “Here’s his phone number. Give him a call and set up an interview. I’ll tell him you will be calling, if you are interested?” Jon looked at her with the penetrating gaze and Zoey felt herself nod in agreement.

  Shivering in the brisk breeze, Zoey huddled into the cubby hole. She’d wait until morning and press the speaker button again. If she couldn’t get an appointment with Dr. Richards, she’d start the long trek home tomorrow. Leaving it in the hands of the fates, she exhaustedly fell asleep.

  Chapter Two

  Rounding the bend in the drive, Matt Richards wiped a large hand across his glistening forehead. He’d had a rough day of surgery in the morning followed by seeing his private patients in the afternoon at his home office. Running was his respite from the stress and loneliness of his busy life. He loved seeing the couples in his private practice that had found someone special. Adult baby boys and girls who had somehow magically encountered a new “mother” or “father” to not only take care of their emotional and physical needs but to love them in a very special type of relationship. He’d hoped that his interview would be someone special for him. Jon Trader had spoken glo
wingly of a young waitress named Zoey, who was always very open-minded and nonjudgmental in her interactions with his precious Cecily. Unfortunately, she had not appeared for her interview. “She must have gotten scared or decided that this lifestyle wasn’t for her,” he mused. He slowed down to a walk as he approached the speaker and keypad to open the gate.

  A small foot plopped out from under the speaker. Squatting down, Matt was amazed to see a petite body wedged into the miniscule space. Shivering in the cold, the thin shoulders jerked and the young lady raised her head.

  Petrified to wake and find someone staring at her on her eye level, Zoey immediately put up her hands and scrambled out of the small shelter. He was so big and muscular. He must be Dr. Richards’ security. Stammering her apologies, Zoey attempted to explain that she had missed her appointment with Dr. Richards due to her car breaking down and that although she had walked and run as fast as she could to get there, she had arrived after dark. “The man on the speaker said I should try tomorrow to get an appointment with Dr. Richards. I’m so sorry. I don’t mean to trespass. I’ll start walking back to town. I’m so sorry,” she apologized again, exhaustedly as she backed up.

  She wrapped her arms around her shivering body and began limping backward down the drive when Matt asked gently, “Are you Zoey? I’ve heard a lot of good things about you. I was looking forward to meeting you this afternoon. I don’t suppose you’d be interested in coming in for an interview now?”

  Zoey stopped her shuffling steps and said hesitantly, “Dr. Richards isn’t available this evening.”

  “Zoey, I’m Dr. Matt Richards. I’m very glad to meet you. Did you hurt yourself? You’re limping,” he questioned gently.

  “My feet are a little sore from the walk. I’m okay,” Zoey tried to pull herself up straight as she talked to the large man. “I thought maybe you were the security officer guarding this beautiful house. Are you sure you’re Dr. Richards?” Zoey questioned cautiously. “You don’t look like a doctor.”

  Matt laughed heartily. “I probably don’t in my sweaty running outfit but I assure you I’m Dr. Matt Richards. How about I help you with those blistered feet? I can prove to you I’m a doctor. I can tell you are in pain.” He approached slowly and held out a large, manly hand to Zoey. “Will you trust me a little?” When she nodded, he carefully picked her up, cradling her in his arms. “No, Zoey. Calm down. You promised to trust me, right? I’m not going to hurt you. I don’t want you walking on those feet.”

  “But I’m too heavy,” she protested as she pushed against his muscular arms wrapped around her.

  “You’re as light as a feather, Zoey. I think I can handle carrying you into the house. Here, you help by pushing the intercom button. My hands are full of cold, wet Zoey.” Matt’s blue eyes twinkled at her as he angled her down to the level of the speaker. When the intercom connected, he stated firmly, “Open the gate for me and my guest, Paul. I have a young lady here that needs some medical attention and probably could benefit from a hot meal.” The metal gates began to slide smoothly back to clear the path to the house looming ahead.

  Just on cue, Zoey’s stomach growled ferociously. Embarrassed, she quickly protested, “Oh, I don’t want to impose. I’ve already arrived late. Now, you feel like you need to check on my feet. I really don’t want you to put you to so much work. I should just go.” Again, she tried to wiggle out of Matt’s enveloping arms.

  “Whack!” Zoey froze. Her bottom stinging, she looked up at Dr. Richards in amazement.

  “There will be no more of this nonsense, Zoey. I will not hesitate to spank you again if you continue to act so foolishly. Do you understand me?” His eyes looked stern and demanded obedience. At her quick nod, Matt began to walk briskly to the imposing front door.

  Cradled in his arms, Zoey’s mind raced. He was so strong. Sniffling at the sting of the spanking, Dr. Richards scent filled her senses. Manly, honest sweat dampened the shirt under her cheek. Zoey breathed in and decided to relax. Jon and Cecily had recommended Dr. Richards personally. She trusted them. The tone of Dr. Richards’ warning sounded just like Jon’s when Cecily was about to get in trouble for misbehavior. Zoey remembered that she had thought many times while watching Jon and Cecily together that she wished someone cared for her as much as Jon loved his wife.

  Matt strode up the stairs and through the open door held by an elderly man. “Thanks, Paul. I’d like you to meet Zoey. I’m going to take her into Exam Room #2. Could you ask Jillian to bring me a fresh t-shirt and a sweatshirt and pants for Zoey? We both need to get into some dry clothes.”

  Paul opened a polished wooden door across the foyer and Matt carried Zoey into a professionally equipped examination room. He seated Zoey on the padded table. Matt pulled a soft blanket from a drawer under the table and wrapped it around Zoey’s shivering body. She immediately pulled her legs up underneath the warm cover and pulled it tight around her. The door at the opposite end of the room opened and a smiling lady in her fifties bundled in with her arms filled with clothing.

  “Here, Dr. Richards. I hear you need some dry clothes,” she announced placing the bundle on the exam table next to the mummy-wrapped Zoey. “Now, who could this pretty young lady be? I bet you’re Zoey. I’m Jillian, I’m Dr. Richards’ housekeeper. Dr. Richards was very disappointed that you missed your appointment this afternoon. Looks like you’ve had a difficult day,” she smoothed a hand over Zoey’s thin shoulder.

  Zoey’s gaze darted to Dr. Richards. Had he been disappointed that she hadn’t appeared when scheduled? Surely, one interview wasn’t that important to him. It was just her, Zoey mused. Her eyes widened to see Dr. Richards reach over his head displaying bulky arm muscles to grab the back of his rain-dampened sweatshirt and pull it over his head. “Oh, my!” Zoey gasped watching the most chiseled abs and chest emerge. A light dusting of light brown hair decorated his pectoral muscles and stretched in a narrowing arrow downward to disappear in the waistband of his running shorts. Zoey blushed when she realized that she’d exclaimed aloud.

  Chuckling, Matt accepted the dry t-shirt handed to him by Jillian and pulled it over his head. “All right, little one, I’m dry. Now, it’s your turn. I’m going to take this blanket for just a little bit so we can get those wet clothes off and get you into something warm and dry.” He pulled the blanket firmly from Zoey’s fingers as she protested that she could change her clothes herself. Before she knew it, the doctor and the housekeeper had stripped her of her rain-dampened dress.

  “We’ll need to take off her bra and panties or her new clothes will just get damp as well,” the housekeeper declared.

  “What? No. Wait!” Zoey tried to protest but they were so fast and suddenly she was sitting there nude.

  “Arms up, Zoey.” Matt instructed as he pulled a large sweatshirt over her head. “We need to treat your feet before putting on your pants. Let’s wrap you back up in the blanket to keep warm and we’ll put these on later.”

  Zoey was amazed that neither he nor Jillian had even seemed to notice that she had been naked in front of them. Or that she was still sitting there with her bare bottom on the paper-covered table! Zoey pulled the blanket back around her thighs and hips to cover herself as much as possible. Zoey’s face blazed bright red and looked down at the floor in her embarrassment.

  Jillian bustled out of the room taking with her the discarded, wet clothing leaving Matt and Zoey alone again.

  Chapter Three

  Matt took hold of Zoey’s chin and angled her face up until their eyes met. “Relax, Zoey. This isn’t quite the interview that you intended but I’ve been pleased with all I’ve been able to observe about you. Hopefully, you have not been disappointed either.” His eyes twinkled as she blushed even more and shook her head no. “Do you know what kind of position you were here to apply for today?” he questioned gently.

  “Kind of,” she replied evasively. “I know that you are looking for a companion like Jon has Cecily. But they are married so I’m a little confused. I kno
w they care for each other a lot and Jon enjoys caring for Cecily. I guess I thought maybe there was hope that I would find someone who would care for me that much.” Zoey rubbed her eyes tiredly. “That seems like a lot to ask from an interview.”

  “That would be amazing to find at an interview. Things are looking hopeful from my end, Zoey. Give me a chance to convince you as well,” Matt said warmly. He smiled and then turned serious. “Okay, no more putting it off. We’re going to have to take off those shoes. Zoey, this is going to hurt if your feet are as blistered as I think they probably are. I’d like to give you some pain medication before we get started. How much are your feet hurting?”