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  Zoey struggled against his efforts to take off her purple dress. “I’m okay, Daddy,” she stated urgently.

  “That’s what we’re here to see, Zoey. Stop wriggling around. If you fall off the table, you’ll hurt yourself. I don’t want to spank you twice in one day for not following directions,” he said firmly as he pulled the frilly garment over her head. “Lay back, Zoey. We need to take this diaper off too.”

  Zoey shivered. In just a few moments, Dr. Richards had taken off all her clothes. Blushing, she wrapped her arms around her body. The exam room was warm but the lights were so bright. She knew he could see all of her easily. She watched uneasily as he pulled a jar of lubricant out of the cabinet and extracted a large thermometer out of a rolling drawer before snapping on a pair of blue exam gloves.

  “Okay, cutey. It’s time to recheck that temperature. Turn over on your side and pull up your legs,” he instructed as he moved her into position. “Let’s put a little lubricant on this important spot,” he explained as he scooped up a dollop on his right index finger. He spread her bottom cheeks away from each other with his left hand before applying the slippery goo to Zoey’s clenched anus. “Relax, Zoey. Take a deep breath.” He immediately pressed his large finger into her rectum when he felt her release the muscles slightly. He held his finger in place when she contracted her muscles against the invasion. Waiting several seconds for her to adjust to his finger, Dr. Richards gently began swirling the lubricant around the sides of her rectum and slightly in and out of her bottom.

  “Ohhh,” Zoey groaned as her hips began to move involuntarily to meet the gentle thrusts of his finger into her bottom. “This shouldn’t feel good,” she told herself strictly but couldn’t stop her reaction as the motion became pleasurable.

  Dr. Richards smiled at the sight of his little girl enjoying his caresses. He withdrew his finger from her snug passageway and picked up the large thermometer. Sliding it deep into her bottom, he removed the glove on one hand so that he could rub her back softly as they waited for her temperature to register. He watched Zoey move restlessly on the exam table as her body tried to relax with the thermometer deep in her rectum. “Shhhhh, little girl. You’re all right. Leave it to me to take care of you,” he reassured her softly.

  He watched her shoulders rise as she took a deep breath and then released it. She seemed to relax a little more as the thermometer warmed up in her bottom. “That’s it, little girl. Just relax,” he praised. Waiting until the clock indicated that ten minutes had passed, Dr. Richards removed the thermometer slowly and rotated it to read Zoey’s temperature.

  “Is it okay?” Zoey questioned nervously.

  “I’m afraid that Jillian was right. Your temperature is dropping again, Zoey. Have you been feeling cold?” Dr. Richards questioned. He watched her start to shake her head “no” and then saw her hesitate before admitting a shaky, “Yes.”

  “That’s what I was afraid of, Zoey. We have to raise that temperature back up into the healthy range. You lay here and relax and I’ll prepare you for the warming enema to heat you from the inside out,” Dr. Richards instructed.

  “Can’t I just put on a sweater? Or some warm socks?” Zoey pleaded. “I don’t want another enema.”

  “Definitely, we’ll bundle you up, Zoey. That’s always a good idea. But your body needs more than socks. We’ll have to go a little deeper into your tummy this time, Zoey, to make sure the medication raises your temperature for good,” he explained gently. “I’m going to start with an enema to clear your passageway thoroughly and then we’ll insert a tube deeper into your intestines so that the warming enema will stay inside you long enough to make a big difference in stabilizing your temperature.”

  Chapter Twenty-nine

  “First, I think you’re a little nervous, right?” Dr. Richards watched her face closely and saw Zoey close her eyes and nod honestly. “I’m going to give you a little medicine to help you relax, sweetheart.”

  Zoey kept her eyes closed. Maybe she could just make this all go away if she didn’t see it? She heard cabinets open and rustling of different preparations occurring. Zoey felt a cold swipe of an alcohol wipe on her bottom and then she heard, “Just a quick prick, Zoey” as a needle injected medicine into her hip.

  “Ouch!” Zoey protested. Almost immediately, she felt her body relax and her mind quieten down. She opened her eyes to see Dr. Richards smiling at her.

  “Better?” he questioned. When she smiled back at him, he continued, “There’s no reason for you to worry, Zoey. Let me know if you need some help relaxing and I’ll be glad to help you calm down. That’s what medicine is for – to help you feel better. Okay, sweetheart? Just let your body lay down so your tummy rests between your feet,” he instructed moving her down into a comfortable, resting position that spread her legs and bottom apart allowing her small tummy to be suspended a way above the exam table.

  Zoey nodded and she watched him turn away to continue his preparations. Picking up a red bag with a long, white hose attached, Dr. Richards filled it almost to the open top before adding a white solution. He hung the bag from the medical stand by her feet and lowered the head of the exam table so that Zoey’s bottom was several inches above her head and shoulders. She watched him disappear behind her and heard the snap of the rubber gloves again as he stretched them onto his large hands.

  Dr. Richards rubbed her thin back. “Just a little lubricant, Zoey,” he explained as his finger again pressed relentlessly to enter her clenched anus. “Now, the nozzle,” he continued as Zoey felt the large, hard plastic nozzle begin to enter her rectum. “Take a big breath and let it out,” Dr. Richards instructed as he inserted the nozzle deeper into her bottom. “Good girl,” he praised as he started the flow of the warm, soapy water with a click that signaled the release of the clamp.

  Zoey felt Dr. Richards begin to caress her back as she lay on the examination table. The warm water was flowing into her tummy in a gentle stream. Zoey was glad that her daddy had given her medicine so that she could relax. She was sleepy from the warm lunch and now, combined with the medicine and the warm water enema, Zoey felt like she could drift off to sleep. She drowsily lifted her head to look back at Dr. Richards.

  At her movement, Dr. Richards asked quietly with concern, “Are you okay, little girl?” He continued his gentle caresses on her back reaching further to brush her bottom cheeks spread out on the table. “Are you feeling any cramping?” he asked.

  “No, it’s just warm. I’m so sleepy,” she protested struggling to stay awake.

  “That’s perfect, Zoey. You just close your eyes and rest. I’ll take care of you,” soothed Dr. Richards. He was very happy that Zoey could relax during this treatment. She’d have many enemas in her future if he could make her enjoy them, she’d be much happier through the invasive treatments. “You’re such a good girl,” he praised as Zoey’s tummy expanded taking in the cleansing mixture deeper and deeper.

  A gurgling sound heralded the last of the liquid flowing from the elevated enema bag. Dr. Richards clicked the clamp trapping the cleansing fluid in Zoey’s tummy. He glanced at his watch to begin the waiting period that the cleanser would need to remain in Zoey’s intestines to thoroughly allow any solids to soften. This would make it easier for Zoey to expel any obstacles to the warming treatment that would follow. He watched Zoey carefully. She had settled easily into her position on the exam table. Her filled tummy hung suspended between her thighs as she lay folded so that her hips were elevated. She had stirred restlessly at several intervals of the enema but had quieted her movements when reassured by his touch and his gentle manipulations of her stomach to aid the liquid to flow deeply into her system. Now, at the ten-minute mark of holding the cleansing enema, he saw Zoey was starting to struggle to continue to hold in the water.

  “Zoey,” he questioned softly, “Are you doing okay?”

  “Please,” she asked urgently, “Can I go to the bathroom? I don’t think I can hold it any longer.”

 
“Just a few more minutes, Zoey,” he responded kindly. “The nozzle will prevent you from having any accidents. You’re doing a great job of letting the enema help you. I’m very proud of you, little girl,” he praised brushing his hand over her short blonde hair. “Hmmm, let’s see if we can distract you while you’re holding your enema. How about seeing if we can think of an animal that starts with each letter of the alphabet?” he suggested. “I’ll start . . . A . . . how about antelope? Can you think of an animal that starts with a B?”

  “Bobcat . . .” Zoey said with a groan.

  “C . . . cockroach,” Dr. Richards said with a laugh.

  “Oh, that’s gross,” Zoey complained. “D . . . Dalmatian. Is it close to time to go to the bathroom now?” she said hopefully.

  “Not yet, sweetheart. Just a little longer,” Dr. Richards promised before continuing the game. “I can’t think of any animals that start with an E except for elephant. Can you think of something that starts with an F?”

  They continued the game of animals and the alphabet until letter S. Dr. Richards could see that Zoey had retained the enema for 20 minutes. That should be long enough to have the desired cleansing effect. “Okay, Zoey. It’s time to release the enema. Let’s turn you over so that you’re seated on the edge of the table again.” Dr. Richards moved her into position and placed her legs into the metal stirrups to anchor her in place before pulling the receptacle from under the table into place. “Take a deep breath, Zoey, as I pull the nozzle from your bottom. That’s it, Zoey. Don’t push. Just let the water ease from inside you.” He stood next to her as the fluid rushed from her system, washing lots of softened waste from her body.

  Zoey closed her eyes in embarrassment. She felt his strong hands begin to rub her stomach in a circular motion that seemed to sweep the fluid down to her rectum. As he pressed against her flattening tummy, Zoey felt one hand dip lower to delve between her separated thighs to begin caressing her inner labia.

  Her eyes flew open and met his deep blue eyes. She watched a slow smile spread across his face as his fingers began to play with her sensitive clitoris. “Ohhhh . . .” a soft exclamation of enjoyment oozed from Zoey’s lips. Her hips began to move subtly in coordination with his caresses. Zoey felt the enema fluid slowing as it drained from her body.

  “No, wait . . .” she protested as Dr. Richards’ fingers stopped their intimate caresses and he stepped away from the side of the exam table.

  “I agree, Zoey. I wanted our play time to continue but it’s time for me to get you all wiped off and prepare the warming solution to get you feeling better.” He pulled moistened towelettes from a pack on the cabinet and began to clean between Zoey’s buttocks and in her vaginal area. “All right. I’m going to lower you back to lay down on the table now, Zoey. I’ll let you rest a little bit while I mix the warming fluid.” Releasing the lever at the side of the table, he rotated Zoey’s position to lay on her back with her legs still at a 90-degree angle supported and restrained by the stirrups.

  “Just in case you have a little liquid still in your tummy, I’m going to wrap a diaper around you so you can just release it into the padding. I know you don’t like to use your diaper but it’s very important that you get everything out. Will you promise me to use your diaper?” he asked seriously.

  Zoey nodded her head thoughtfully, “I promise, Daddy.”

  Smiling because Zoey had called him Daddy without any prompting, Dr. Richards opened a drawer in the table and pulled out a fluffy blanket. He spread it carefully over the slight figure on the table. “Okay, Zoey. This blanket should keep you warm while I’m getting the warming treatment organized for you. Just relax.” Dr. Richards smoothed the blanket over her shoulders. He had deliberately stretched it over her bent knees fixed in place by the table’s stirrups. This would block Zoey’s view from the equipment he would need to use for the next step. Sometimes littles got upset when they saw the long tubing required to reach the upper levels of their digestive tracts. To make sure Zoey’s temperature stabilized, Dr. Richards would have to advance the tubing deep into Zoey’s intestines so that the warming fluid would be the most effective. It would also take his skill to advance the nozzle smoothly to avoid discomfort and worry.

  Seeing Zoey nod her head and snuggle into the blanket, Dr. Richards prepared the warming fluid, gathered the equipment, and carried it behind the screen of the blanket to its position between Zoey’s outstretched thighs. He lubricated her rectum carefully before pressing in the tip of the lubrication injector. Slowly pressing the injector to send the slippery fluid into Zoey’s bottom, he said soothingly, “Zoey, this is just some fluid to help everything slide into place easily. Doesn’t it feel nice and warm?” he questioned.

  “That’s the warming fluid?” Zoey questioned eagerly. “It feels good.”

  “This is part of the warming fluid injection, Zoey,” Dr. Richards explained. “Now you’ll feel a little pressure as I place the tube into your bottom. Do you feel that, Zoey?”

  Zoey nodded nervously. “Is it going to hurt?” she asked with worry showing easily on her expressive face.

  “I’m going to make sure it doesn’t hurt, Zoey.” Dr. Richards continued to gently advance the tubing deeper. “Now, the fluid will start slowly, sweetheart,” he instructed as the tubing stopped its gentle glide inside. He had deliberately concocted the warming solution to be slippery in her intestinal tract. Immediately as the fluid oozed slowly and with comforting warmth into Zoey, Dr. Richards could advance the tubing deeper and deeper until he was satisfied that he had reached the area where the warming fluid would be able to help stabilize Zoey’s temperature. Zoey would never know that the long tubing was so deep into her abdomen. Dr. Richards gently rubbed Zoey’s tummy to urge the fluid to spread evenly and avoid cramps.

  Zoey’s position on the table remained very relaxed. The medication in the shot had alleviated her concerns and she trusted Dr. Richards to take care of her. She felt only a gentle warmth from the liquid and although it had felt like a mile of tubing had entered her bottom, she knew that could be right. Zoey felt her entire body begin to heat. “Oh, Daddy. I’m starting to get hot,” she whispered urgently.

  Dr. Richards watched her heart-shaped face flush to a rosy pink. “Perfect, little one. The warming treatment is helping. We’ll take your temperature in a little while and see just how effective it has been,” he replied. “Everything is going very well, Zoey. Just leave it to daddy and I’ll make sure you feel back to your normal, healthy self soon.” He did not explain that the medication would stay deep in Zoey’s system for as long as possible. He would take her temperature vaginally and in her urethra to check that the treatment was helping. She would not like the second one.

  Soon, the warming medication had entered deep into Zoey’s intestines. Dr. Richards carefully rubbed the little figure’s tummy to assess how completely the medication had filled up Zoey’s abdominal cavity. He quickly realized that he had miscalculated how much fluid she was able to admit. There was room for some additional medication. He stepped away from Zoey’s side and rapidly heated another portion of medication which he poured quietly into the empty enema bag. It oozed into her steadily.

  Zoey shifted restlessly on the table. She could feel the medicine still spreading warmly into her body. Her tummy expanded and she felt the pressure begin to build. “Surely, her stomach couldn’t handle any more medicine?” Zoey thought to herself. She was getting ready to protest when she felt her daddy part her labia and expose her clitoris to the air.

  Dr. Richards dabbed lubricant on the opening below Zoey’s clitoris. Easing a thinner thermometer into her urethra, he said softly to Zoey, “Little girl, just relax. I need to assess your temperature level. I know this is a little uncomfortable but it will be over soon.”

  “Please, please . . . take it out,” Zoey pleaded as she felt the thermometer poke into her narrow opening. “That really hurts.”

  “Zoey, it doesn’t really hurt. It feels invasive, I know. I ne
ed to assess your temperature,” he repeated patiently. “This makes taking your temperature in your bottom much more pleasant, doesn’t it?” He watched his little one shift uncomfortably. He held the thermometer steady in her urethra. “Five more minutes, Zoey.”

  Finally, he withdrew the slender thermometer. He patted Zoey on the inside of her thigh. “Good girl, Zoey. You’re a very good patient. We’re almost done now.”

  Zoey saw him move away from his position between her thighs and he picked up a thick, rod shaped item and moved back to her. “Not any more medicine!” Zoey pleaded.

  “No, Zoey. The medicine is all inside you now. It’s doing its job to warm you from the inside out. This is a final check of your temperature. Just relax,” he instructed calmly. “This goes into your vagina to measure both your temperature and your moisture level.” Dr. Richards pressed the large cylinder into Zoey’s vagina and held it in place as her sensitive tissues adjusted to the probe. “I’m just going to rotate this in your vagina so that it touches all your nooks and crannies. It should feel good.” He began to slowly swirl the probe in and out of her tight passage while rotating it around to caress her inner tissues.