Zoey: Dr. Richards' Littles 1 Page 11

  Zoey dropped her chin down to avoid looking in his angry eyes. Swallowing loudly, she said hesitantly, “I’m sorry. I’m just used to doing things on my own. I should have known that you were coming back to get me. I was just trying to help. Am I in trouble?” she questioned daring to look up at his face.

  “Yes, Zoey. You are in trouble. Any time you risk hurting yourself, I’m going to be angry. As my little girl, you are my priority in life. I want to take care of you and keep you from harm. Now, be honest. Didn’t you hurt your feet by standing in your crib?” he questioned with a steely gaze.

  Starting to shake her head no, Zoey changed the direction of her head to nod yes. “I thought they were all better. Now, they hurt again.”

  “Zoey, you’ve earned yourself a spanking. This time you’ll receive the full 20 spanks. You’re going to have to learn to rely on me to take care of you and to follow my directions. If I put you in your crib, you need to stay there until I come to get you. Do you understand why you’re getting a spanking?” Dr. Richards questioned as he carried her over to the cushioned chair. Waiting until she nodded “yes” with tears in her eyes, he sat down holding her in his muscular arms. There he draped her over his knee and, raising her frilly dress up over her back, Dr. Richards untaped the diaper and lifted her slightly to pull it off to reveal Zoey’s small, quivering bottom.

  “Couldn’t you just give me 10 spanks again? I’ll learn to follow directions from 10,” Zoey pleaded twisting around to look at him.

  “No, Zoey,” he said with finality before raising his big hand to lower it smartly on her bottom. “One,” he counted.

  Over and over his heavy hand struck her bottom. The spankings ranged from side to side and top to bottom peppering her bottom with sharp, measured blows. Dr. Richards wanted her to remember this spanking and have a sore bottom for several days but he didn’t want her to be bruised or over-stressed. Zoey’s pink bottom twitched in reaction to each spank. She twisted her body to the left and right trying to avoid the pain. He listened carefully to her breathing as it changed to gasps and then sobs. When she collapsed over his leg limply, he knew it was time to stop. Dr. Richards lifted Zoey back into his arms and cradled her on his lap rubbing her back and soothing her with soft reassurances.

  “You’re a good girl, Zoey. I know this is tough and you’re having to relearn what to do. I wouldn’t punish you if I didn’t care. You are very special to me,” he whispered to her.

  Gradually, Zoey controlled her sobbing and she nestled her head into the shelter of his neck. “I’m so sorry, daddy. I’ll do better. I promise,” she swore in a soft voice. Turning her head, she pressed her lips to his neck and kissed him softly. “I’m sorry you had to spank me.”

  Dr. Richards pulled back to look her in the eyes. “I know youare, sweetheart,” he said gently. He angled her chin toward his lowering mouth and plunged into her sweet mouth.

  Kissing her over and over again, Zoey began to squirm on his lap in arousal. Gasping at the sting in her bottom, Zoey sighed as Dr. Richards swept an arm under her legs to lift her up off her sore bottom. She met each of his kisses with eagerness. She’d not had anyone in her life for a long time to care about her and to reprimand her if she was reckless. Being cared for was a great feeling, even with a very red bottom.

  Dr. Richards carried Zoey back to her changing table and turned her over on her side. Wrapping the restraining belt across her waist snuggly, he once again opened the medicine cabinet. Taking out one of the large suppositories, he relocked the door and turned back to see Zoey stretched out on the table. Her red bottom faced him. He replayed the scene of Zoey trying to climb out of her crib and shook his head. This little girl was going to consume his life now. He’d have to keep a close eye on her always. Time to buy a camera for her room.

  Dr. Richard scooped a big dollop of lubricant on his finger and applied it to Zoey’s rectum. He admired her rosy bottom as he pressed his finger in repeatedly to spread the lubricant inside. Adding a second finger entering her bottom, Dr. Richards began scissoring his fingers inside her tight passage to loosen up the entrance.

  Zoey’s breath caught and then exhaled heavily as his fingers stretched her rectum. “Oohh!” she gasped. “Are you going to put in a big pill? I bet my feet will get better with another small one. I didn’t hurt them too badly,” she promised.

  “Do you really want another spanking already for lying to me, Zoey?” Dr. Richards said sternly as he continued to stretch her rectum with lubricated fingers.

  Sniffing bravely, Zoey shook her head slowly back and forth in denial. “No, I don’t want another spanking. My bottom hurts a lot now. Almost worse than my feet,” Zoey held her breath to see if he’d believe her.

  “We’ll put some lotion on your bottom next. First, relax your bottom,” he ordered with authority. Feeling her try to yield to his probing, Dr. Richards continued his motions with his inserted fingers while picking up the large suppository in his other hand and dipping it into the lubricant. Before Zoey could react by clenching her anus, Dr. Richards removed his fingers and firmly pressed the waxy medicine into Zoey’s bottom and deep into her rectum. Rubbing her back as he felt her try to accept the intruder, Dr. Richards held it into place until he felt it begin to melt. When he felt her body relax, he knew the medicine was taking effect and she would not try to push it from her body. Leaning over to kiss her cheek, he slowly removed his fingers from her bottom.

  “Good girl, Zoey. I know that large suppository is tough for you to take. Are your feet feeling better?” he questioned softly.

  Nodding sleepily, Zoey admitted, “My feet are feeling better. It was really stupid to try to stand on them. I’m sorry.”

  “You set your progress back, unfortunately. We’re going to have to continue your medicine now for at least an additional day. Standing on your feet is going to be delayed as well,” Dr. Richards lectured the small figure on the changing table. He opened a tube of white diaper rash protector and began to spread it generously over her red bottom. Lifting her top leg slightly, he continued to spread the protectant over her outer labia before dipping into her inner tissues.

  Hearing her breath begin to catch, he remarked, “Looks like my little girl doesn’t mind her spankings and medicine. You’re soaking wet, little girl. Look at me, sweetheart.”

  Zoey turned her head shyly to meet his eyes and he saw her blushing face. “I like it when you touch me, Daddy,” she admitted.

  “Even when you’re being spanked for being naughty?” he questioned knowing the answer.

  “Yes, because I know you’re just showing me that you care about me and that’s going to make me feel better,” she whispered. Zoey’s face began to tense as his caressing fingers pushed her closer and closer to her climax. When Dr. Richards finally zeroed in to spread the thick, white protectant across her clitoris, Zoey exploded into a deep orgasm that shook her body in waves.

  Dr. Richards kept his fingers pressed into her tender tissues until he felt her relax. Removing his fingers, he used a diaper wipe to clean the white protectant from his hand. He spread a diaper behind Zoey and rotated her body so she was laying on it. After releasing the restraining strap, Dr. Richards pressed her legs apart so he could wrap her diaper around her before picking up the quiet little girl who hadn’t quite recovered from her spanking and the subsequent orgasm.

  Hugging her to his muscular body tightly, he tilted up her face with his free hand and kissed her deeply on her lips. “I don’t know how you’ve done it so quickly, Zoey, but I’m totally captivated by you.”

  “You’re not going to send me away because I didn’t follow your directions?” Zoey asked hopefully.

  “You’re my little girl already, Zoey. I’m not going to send you away, ever. When you’re naughty, you’ll earn a punishment. It might be a spanking like today or it might be another consequence but I’m never going to send you away.” Dr. Richard looked very seriously at her before adding with a smile, “Your bottom may be very sore for
a long time if you don’t learn to follow directions.”

  “I don’t ever want another spanking. I’m going to be good from now on,” Zoey promised fervently.

  “Oh, you’ll earn lots of spankings in the future, Zoey. I have no doubt that I’m going to be spanking that cute little bottom of yours regularly.” Dr. Richards laughed at her shocked expression. “Now, let’s get some breakfast into you,” he added as he carried her from the room through the halls to the warm kitchen.

  Chapter Twenty-four

  “Good morning, Jillian,” he greeted the cheerful woman at the stove. “We finally made it here. Did we make you burn all the pancakes?” Dr. Richards tucked Zoey into the high chair and chuckled when she gasped as her punished bottom settled on the hard, wooden seat. Clicking the tray into place while she was distracted, he stroked her hair in sympathy to her discomfort in sitting.

  “Good morning, Dr. Richards. Good morning, Zoey. It looks like you had some lessons this morning that delayed you both,” Jillian grinned as Zoey turned bright pink. “Spankings are good for little girls. They help them learn how to behave. But now, it’s time for breakfast. Do you like pancakes, Zoey?” Jillian questioned.

  “MMMmm! I love pancakes. Can I have two?” Zoey questioned eagerly.

  “You can have as many as you’d like as long as your daddy agrees. He knows best,” Jillian answered cheerfully.

  “Let’s start with two and see if you can eat that much, Zoey,” Dr. Richards added. “You need to drink all your milk and juice as well, Zoey.” He handed her a sippy cup with cold milk. “You get started on this while I butter some pancakes. You like butter, right?”

  “I’ve never tried pancakes with butter,” Zoey admitted. “I bet they’re good. Can I try some syrup as well? It’s so sticky but everyone at the restaurant always ate them drowning in syrup. Is that as good as it looks?”

  Zoey watched carefully as Dr. Richards buttered pancakes and then poured syrup over the top. She missed the sad look that passed between Jillian and Dr. Richards. Zoey had definitely had a deprived life before coming to live with Dr. Richards.

  “Here you go, sweetheart. Open up. You tell me. Are pancakes with butter and syrup as good as they look?” Dr. Richards questioned.

  “Oh, my god!” Zoey exclaimed as she licked the extra syrup from her lips. “That is awesome! I think pancakes are my favorite food EVER! Can I have another bite, please?”

  “Watch your language, Zoey. We don’t take the lord’s name in vain in this house,” Dr. Richards corrected. Then, he added with a big smile. “Jillian, two pancakes may not be enough.”

  Jillian laughed and promised, “I can make pancakes for days, little one. Eat up. I’m glad you like them.”

  “They’re so much better than burnt pancakes and I thought those were good,” Zoey enthused as Dr. Richards lifted another bite to her lips. Zoey hummed in pleasure as she chewed.

  Breakfast was filled with smiles and sounds of delight as Dr. Richards and Zoey devoured pancakes. When Zoey had finished off not only two pancakes but a couple of bites of Dr. Richard’s stack along with her milk and juice, her little tummy was pushing into her purple polka dot dress.

  Dr. Richards watched Zoey begin to yawn. The pancakes and the medicine had combined to lull the small figure into napping. He first cleaned the syrup off her hands and face as she protested sleepily. After releasing the tray from her high chair, Dr. Richards scooped Zoey into his arms. She tucked her head into his neck and cuddled against his hard muscles. Hugging her snuggly against his chest, Dr. Richards carried the sleepy girl back to the nursery and tucked her into her crib.

  “Take a little nap, Zoey. I have to go to the hospital this morning for surgeries but I will be home very soon. Call out when you wake up and Jillian or Paul will come help you. Do not stand on your feet or try to get out of your crib alone,” He instructed as he covered her up with a warm, cuddly blanket. Kissing her briefly on the lips, he raised the railing into its locked position.

  “Yes, Daddy. I’ll be good,” Zoey promised as she yawned widely. Her eyes were so heavy. She couldn’t keep them open any longer. Zoey was asleep before Dr. Richards had even left the room.

  Chapter Twenty-five

  Jillian listened in to the sounds in the nursery as she worked that morning. The intercom system worked perfectly to keep track of Zoey. After a couple of hours, she heard covers begin to rustle in the crib. Jillian headed to the nursery and found Zoey seated in her crib, looking around with the corner of the blanket held sleepily to the left side of her face.

  “Hi, honey,” Jillian said softly. “Did you have a good nap?” she questioned as she released the latch for the railing and slid it down.

  Zoey nodded sleepily. “Where’s Dr. Richards?” she questioned looking around the nursery.

  “Zoey, honey, he had to go to the hospital this morning to help some sick people. I’ll take care of you. Did you use your diaper?” Jillian continued to talk softly to the disoriented girl.

  Moving the blanket over her face to hide, Zoey answered with embarrassment, “No, but I really need to go! Could you take me to the restroom?”

  “You don’t use a potty any more, Zoey. Dr. Richards wants you to use your diaper. Just relax and let it out,” Jillian instructed pressing strong hands into Zoey’s lower abdomen. She heard the hiss of urine as it began to escape from Zoey’s body. “Shhhh,” she comforted Zoey as she heard her begin to cry when she lost control of her bladder. “You’re doing exactly what your daddy wants you to do. He’s going to be so proud of you for wetting your diaper.” Jillian continued to press firmly into Zoey’s tummy.

  “Let it all out,” she instructed. Jillian felt the moment Zoey relaxed her muscles totally and allowed the last of the urine to flow into the sodden diaper. “What a good girl you are,” she praised.

  “All out?” Jillian questioned.

  At Zoey’s nod, Jillian pressed Zoey’s shoulders back until she was lying flat on the mattress. “Stay here and I’ll get a new diaper.” Jillian collected a variety of items from the changing table and returned to the crib. “Let’s get that old wet diaper off you, Zoey,” Jillian said cheerfully as she slid a changing pad under Zoey’s hips and untaped the sides of the sodden diaper. Jillian efficiently removed the diaper, wiped Zoey’s skin clean of all the urine, and rewrapped her in a clean diaper. She chatted with Zoey the whole time to distract her.

  “Okay, I bet you’re ready to get out of this crib, right?” she questioned Zoey. At her nod, Jillian walked to the intercom and called Paul to come to the nursery. “How about going to the den to watch a movie?” Jillian suggested.

  “I like movies. But I’m not supposed to walk. Maybe I should just stay here,” Zoey mused.

  Paul entered the nursery with his customary quiet stride. “Where would you like to go, Zoey?” he questioned.

  “I’m not supposed to walk. I don’t want to get in trouble,” Zoey replied carefully.

  “We don’t want you to get in trouble either, Zoey. Dr. Richards might get grumpy if we let you get in trouble.” Paul reached into the crib and swept Zoey up in his arms.

  “She’d like to watch a movie in the den, Paul,” Jillian directed.

  “Oh, you don’t have to carry me,” Zoey protested.

  Paul just continued out in the hall and down to the den. He placed her gently on the soft couch and patted her arm, “You aren’t heavy at all, little one. It’s my pleasure to help you while your feet heal. I’m really sorry I didn’t help you when you came to the intercom,” he said with regret. “Dr. Richards is so pleased to have you here and I could have ruined it.”

  As he was shaking his head, Zoey burst out with, “Oh, it wasn’t your fault that my car broke down. I tried to walk fast but I hurt my feet. It was those darn shoes. I’m never wearing dress shoes again,” she promised.

  Both Paul and Jillian chuckled at her vow. “That’s a good idea, Zoey,” Jillian agreed. “I don’t know why ladies have to wear such uncomfortabl
e shoes to be stylish. I blame men,” she laughed as she looked at Paul.

  “I know when I need to leave a room,” Paul joked back. “Let me know if you need my help.” He waved at Zoey as he exited.

  Jillian helped her choose a movie. After starting it, Jillian left and returned with a full bottle of her special drink. “Here, Zoey. You need to stay hydrated. Drink this as you watch. Just call my name if you need anything.” Jillian waited until she saw Zoey raise the bottle to her lips and begin sucking the delicious mixture before quietly leaving. Zoey was so wrapped up in the movie, Jillian knew she wouldn’t hear from her for a while.

  Jillian returned after an hour to pick up the empty bottle and bring Zoey another bottle filled with water. “Drink up, little one. It will help your feet heal.” Zoey was so focused on the movie that she didn’t protest when Jillian swept her fingers through the crotch of the padded diaper to see that Zoey was still dry.