Zoey: Dr. Richards' Littles 1 Page 2
Zoey sniffled, “I’m trying to be brave but they really hurt. I’m used to being on my feet but I don’t generally walk for miles in a pair of stupid dress shoes. These things have been like torture devices on my feet.”
“Sounds like you agree that some medicine would be a good idea.” Matt turned and unlocked a cabinet pulling out a large jar filled with white, waxy capsules. He laid out a large gauze square on a metal tray and shook out 2 tablets. Each was about 2 inches long and shaped like a bullet. “Zoey, in my practice, I do not believe in oral medication. All my patients treated here receive medication by injection or by suppository. These are suppositories. Do you know what that means?” he questioned gently.
Zoey raised her eyes to meet his in disbelief. “You want me to put those in my bottom? Why?”
“The medicine will absorb very quickly in your rectum, Zoey. Your pain will go away and I’ll be able to clean your feet without causing you more pain. I do not have patients administer medications, Zoey. I will take care of this for you. First, I need to take your temperature to make sure you have not made yourself sick in the rain. This will be done rectally as well.” Matt asserted. “Turn over sweetheart, and lay on your stomach. I promise you will feel better soon. No need to be embarrassed. This is the best way to take care of you,” Matt reassured her as she found herself propelled over until she was bottom up. There wasn’t any way to protest.
Matt opened a drawer in the examination table and extracted a thermometer about 10 inches long and a half an inch in diameter. Zoey gasped as he dipped it into a large jar. Matt uncovered her nude bottom and with one large hand, he parted her buttocks and firmly pressed the large thermometer deep into her rectum. Holding it in place, he reassured Zoey, “You’re doing great, Zoey. Just relax. The thermometer will need to stay in place for at least ten minutes to get an accurate reading.” He began to rub her back under the oversized sweatshirt. “That’s it, Zoey. Just let me take care of you.”
After what seemed like forever to Zoey, who lay with her face buried into the padding of the examination table, Matt slowly removed the thermometer. Zoey looked up to see him wipe the lubricant off the thermometer and rotate it to read the results. “Good news, Zoey. Your temperature is a little low but we can warm you up easily. No fever to worry about now but I’ll keep an eye on you, okay?”
Zoey nodded and then realized what she was agreeing to . . . “I’m sure I’ll be okay. I never get sick,” Zoey added quickly. “You won’t need to worry about taking my temperature again.”
“Zoey, I plan on taking very good care of you. Definitely, checking your temperature will be required. Now, relax your bottom and let’s get this medicine in you. No, no protests, young lady. The medicine is going inside you. Will you hold still or should I call Paul to hold you in place?” Matt questioned sternly as Zoey tried to roll over and hide her bottom.
“Paul, the doorman?” Zoey thought furiously. “How embarrassing that would be to be held down!” she mused. Cautiously, she allowed herself to be rolled back over in position.
“Relax your bottom,” Matt cautioned again as he parted her cheeks and pressed a large white capsule to her anus. “Take a deep breath and let it out slowly. That’s it, Zoey. Good girl!” Matt praised her as he determinedly pressed the suppository deep in her bottom. “I’ll hold this in place for a few minutes and then, I’ll put in the other one. You should be able to feel it starting to melt.”
Zoey felt his inserted finger rubbing the warm medicine around in her rectum as he continued to rub her back. The finger withdrew after several minutes and was quickly reinserted with a new suppository. Zoey felt her head becoming a little woozy. The pain in her feet diminished and she began to enjoy the feel of the doctor’s finger caressing the interior tissues in her bottom. Zoey struggled to keep her hips from moving against the table but was unable to contain the low moan of arousal that spilled from her lips.
“I know, Zoey. I’m glad you enjoy me caressing you.” Matt reassured her with a low tone that indicated he was not immune from the pleasure of being in contact with Zoey as well. “I think the medicine has begun to work now. Zoey, can you feel it numbing the pain?” Matt waited for her to nod. “Medicine administered rectally works very effectively, don’t you think, little one?”
As Zoey nodded again, Matt helped her roll over onto her back. “Just lie back and let me take off these shoes.” He winced silently as he removed the shoes. She would not be putting shoes on these feet for several days. They were covered with oozing, open blisters. He dropped her shoes in the trash. They were coated with dried blood and stiff with the fluid from the ruptured blisters. Matt paused to check on Zoey’s discomfort. “Are you okay, sweetheart? Any pain?”
“No, I’m okay,” Zoey replied with an embarrassed grin. “That medicine did work quickly.” She felt the doctor begin to cleanse her sore feet with a warm liquid and then applying an ointment in many spots on each foot. He worked quickly but thoroughly to treat all the oozing spots and then wrapped gauze around each foot until it looked like she had thick socks extending up to her ankles.
Matt turned and washed his hands before picking up the man-sized sweat pants that Jillian had brought in earlier. Despite Zoey’s gasp, he cut off the bottom third of the pants. Turning to Zoey, he smiled, “Okay, Zoey. We need to get you dressed so we can feed you now. These pants are going to be huge but they will be warm. Before we put them on, I’m going to wrap a covering over your bottom. The rectal medicine has a disadvantage. As it melts, it often escapes from the application site. I know you don’t want to have a mess in your clean clothes, right?”
Zoey hazarded a cautious nod of agreement. She didn’t quite understand what he meant by wrap but she didn’t want to worry about causing a mess.
Matt reached underneath the padded table and pulled out a small adult-sized item that looked suspiciously like a diaper. Zoey began to protest as he removed the warm blanket covering her and lifted both her wrapped ankles quickly and expertly. Matt tucked half under her raised hips and then stretched the top over her abdomen releasing and taping the sides before Zoey had a chance to resist. Matt patted her cushioned bottom and hushed her, “Zoey, let me take care of you. I was right about the medicine, wasn’t I? You can trust me.”
Matt stretched the sweat pants over her battered feet carefully and pulled them up to her thighs before raising her off the table by her ankles in one hand and pulling the waistband into place. The pants were big and baggy around Zoey’s waist so he pulled the string as tight as possible and rolled the waistband down to make them fit more snuggly around her waist. “Well, my pants definitely are way bigger than Zoey-sized but I don’t think you’re planning to run a marathon tonight so everything should stay covering you for this evening. Seriously Zoey, you will need to stay off those blistered feet for several days so they can heal. We’ll figure out a plan for the future later. Now, let’s go get some food. I’m starving and I know you must be hungry.”
Zoey’s stomach growled in noisy agreement. She turned red and quickly stammered, “I’ve caused so much trouble already, there’s no need to feed me too.”
“Zoey, we have an interview to conduct remember. I’m hungry, so you’ll have to talk to me over dinner. Come on, Jillian has dinner all set for us. We’ll eat informally in the kitchen tonight.” Matt scooped Zoey up in his arms and carried her back into the entrance hall and down a dimly lit corridor to the warm kitchen filled with delicious scents.
Chapter Four
Jillian turned from the stove with a quick smile. “Hi, Zoey! Hope your feet are feeling better. Dr. Richards has a magic touch in making people feel better. I hope you’re hungry. I’d fixed Dr. Richards’ favorite foods when you missed your interview to cheer him up. I hope you like lasagna.”
“Lasagna’s my favorite, too.” Zoey replied. “I’m sorry I missed the interview, Dr. Richards. It sounds like I caused all sorts of problems,” Zoey added looking out of the corner of her light brown eyes at Dr. Ri
chards who still held her firmly in his arms.
“You’re here now, Zoey. That’s all that matters. Let’s get some food in you before your stomach growls at us again. It was sounding pretty ferocious in the exam room.” He lowered Zoey to a chair and scooted her up to the table before tucking a napkin into her lap. He sat next to her and poured them both a large glass of milk as Jillian cut and served each of them a large square of lasagna. Jillian brought over a basket of bread sticks glistening with garlic butter.
“Okay, I’m going to take care of a few other things. Call if you need anything. There’s lots of lasagna, have seconds,” Jillian encouraged. “Just leave your dishes. I’ll get them when I clean the kitchen later.” Jillian bustled out leaving them alone.
“Eat, Zoey. Jillian’s lasagna is wonderful.” Matt picked up his own fork and cut through the delicious looking layers of noodles, sauce, and melted cheese to take a big bite. “Mmmm. I feel better already.”
Zoey took a bite herself and closed her eyes at the phenomenal taste. “This is probably the best lasagna I’ve ever eaten,” Zoey decided silently. Money had been even more limited this month than normal. Zoey had been stretching out her resources, especially her food budget. She’d had way too many jelly sandwiches lately. Zoey took another bite and had to force herself to eat politely and not shovel food into her mouth. This was so good.
Matt watched her struggle. “It’s good, isn’t it, Zoey?” Matt questioned. “Eat. Here, have a bread stick. Don’t forget to drink your milk.” He allowed her to focus on eating without asking her questions until she’d eaten most of her lasagna and was starting to slow down. Would you like some more, Zoey? Jillian will be glad to see that you liked her lasagna,” Matt questioned gently.
“That was amazingly good.” Zoey replied with a grin. She patted her stomach through all the layers of material in the borrowed sweat clothes and added, “These clothes will fit if I eat any more. Please have some more yourself if you would like. Thank you for the meal.” She picked up her glass of milk and took a large drink. She set it down and licked her lips to wipe off the milk mustache she always seemed to end up wearing.
“Okay, little one, I’m going to take your advice and have another piece of lasagna. You let me know if you change your mind and want seconds,” Matt instructed. Matt stood and carried his plate to the stove.
While he was dishing up a piece of lasagna, Zoey looked around the kitchen. It was equipped with all the newest devices. Stainless steel industrial stove and other appliances gleamed in the light surrounded by light oak cabinets and a wooden floor. They were seated at a big round table with eight chairs. There was a strange additional chair by the side of the table, tucked away by itself like it was seldom used. It looked like an oversized, wooden high chair with a tray attached in front.
Matt returned to the table and followed her gaze as he set his plate down. “I guess it’s time to have that interview, Zoey. Would you like to talk about the position?”
“I’m not sure what being your companion would involve, Dr. Richards. I don’t have any medical training so I would not know how to assist you in your practice,” Zoey admitted but rushed on to add, “I am a quick learner and would be glad to learn new things.” She smiled encouragingly.
“Zoey, I would be glad to have your assistance in many things, I am sure. However, the job as my companion is a little different than working in my practice. First, tell me a little about yourself. How old are you?”
Zoey swallowed deeply, “Here it comes. The reason I couldn’t ever get a job,” Zoey complained to herself. Aloud, she tried to answer with confidence, “I am 24 years old. I know I look young but I actually am 24 – almost 25. I graduated from high school and have been working at as waitress for almost 10 years. I have a hard time getting any other jobs because I look young and because I don’t have any specialized training,” she finished honestly waiting for him to tell her that she would be unsuitable for his position.
“I’m 35, Zoey. Does that sound old to you?” Matt questioned with a smile. When she vigorously shook her head to say no, Matt continued, “I’ve been very busy with medical school and setting up my own practice here. I began my career wishing to be a great surgeon. I still perform surgery three days a week at the hospital but I’ve changed my focus in the last few years. The job as my companion comes from this new focus. I am looking for someone special,” he smiled at Zoey. “Let me explain.”
“I am a doctor that specializes in treating individuals that desire to live their lives in an age-play environment. Do you know what age-play is?” he asked Zoey seriously. When she looked confused and shook her head slowly to indicate she didn’t, he added, “Age-play exists when adults choose to live their lives or part of their daily life as an age other than their chronological or actually age. You’ve met Jon and Cecily. Jon is Cecily’s husband, but in their private time, Jon acts as Cecily’s father. He cares for her as if she were a toddler. Both feel supported by their roles. Jon enjoys taking care of all of Cecily’s needs. You’ve probably noticed him helping her eat and making sure she is safe and happy.
Matt began to explain. “In my practice, I see many couples who have chosen to live as parent and child. They love each other completely and each benefit from the relationship. One has the opportunity to care emotionally and physically for their loved one while the other enjoys being the focus of their ‘parent’s’ adoring attention. I have been looking for a young lady to become my second half, or my companion as you call it, for many years. I am looking for a person that I can care for totally as my special baby.”
Zoey’s eyes widened with surprise. “Your baby? I don’t understand. Do you mean bottles and strollers?” She self-consciously touched the front of her pants and swallowed hard, “Diapers?”
Looking serious, Matt answered, “Zoey, I would insist on taking care of my special companion totally. That could involve all the items you suggested on occasion. Just like today, you are wearing padded pants that I put on you due to your medication. Would I want you to wear these while in my home? Yes. I would want you to use these types of panties most of the time for all your bathroom needs. Yes. Would I feed you with a bottle? At times, yes. But all of these things, and more, are how I would care for you in the most basic ways possible in the privacy of our living space or with others that are also living this lifestyle. My desire is to find someone special like you, Zoey, who would allow me to show her just how much I care about her.” Matt shook his head ruefully and looked deep into Zoey’s eyes, “Zoey, we just met and, already, I feel a connection with you. Do you feel it, sweetheart?”
Zoey swallowed hard and replied, “I feel very comfortable with you. You’ve taken very good care of me this evening when I really needed help. I’m going to be very honest and tell you that this is very scary. All sorts of questions are whirling around in my brain. I don’t know if this lifestyle is made for me. I’m guessing that once this relationship begins, the “baby” gives up all power to the father. Would I always have to do as you say?” Zoey questioned slowly.
“Zoey, you can choose how you behave just like you do now. However, if I would judge that the behavior is dangerous or inappropriate, there would be consequences,” Matt answered gravely. “I want you to be safe and well cared for, Zoey.”
“What kind . . . of consequences?” Zoey asked in a small voice.
“Consequences for misbehavior vary greatly, Zoey. You might have to go to bed early or miss a favorite activity for example. Or if the behavior is very concerning or dangerous, you will be spanked,” Matt revealed.
“I don’t think I’d like to be spanked,” Zoey muttered.
“No, I don’t think you would either. But spankings are meant to be a punishment not a fun activity. You should know that as a doctor and as a man, I abhor abuse. My goal when I spank you would be to correct your behavior, not to abuse you,” Matt explained.
“Oh so, spankings won’t hurt. That’s okay then.” Zoey nodded happily.
Chapter Five
“Physical needs . . .” Zoey stumbled over the words. “Do you mean food and drink?”
Matt smiled at her innocence. “Yes, Zoey. That includes any and all things your body needs to be healthy and happy – shelter, clothing, food, medical care, and pleasure. It would be my job as your ‘father’ to make sure you have all of these.”
Zoey blushed bright pink. “Does he mean what I think he means by pleasure?” she wondered to herself but was too embarrassed to ask.
“Yes, Zoey. I can tell what you are thinking, little girl, by your blush. Yes, I mean that your life should be filled by physical pleasure as well. I would take care of my companion as Jon Trader takes care of his Cecily. Your sexual health is important. To fully enjoy life, you should have the benefit that a skilled lover would offer. I would receive great satisfaction from helping you orgasm. Before we reach that level of intimacy, we need to get to know each other a lot better. What do you say, Zoey? You came here for a simple interview. You’ve had quite a complicated journey to get here. Your feet are in bad shape and you need someone to help you for a little while at least. Would you consider accepting my hospitality for the next week? Your feet will heal, you and I can get to know each other better, and you can see if you would like to be my companion,” Matt questioned gently.