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  “Aahhh!” Zoey groaned and tried to wiggle away from the large intruder being pressed relentlessly into her tight rectum. “Please don’t. It’s too big,” she begged Matt.

  “Shhhh, Zoey. You’ll be fine. Relax and we’ll have the medicine in place very soon,” Matt promised as he continued the firm, inward pressure until the suppository slid through the tight opening and popped into her rectum. “There, Zoey. It’s inside you now. No more pressure. I’ll just move it into place.” He slid his finger deeply inside of her warm passage, inserting the suppository securely in her intestinal tract. “Perfect, Zoey. The medicine should begin working soon. Let’s get you all wrapped up and in bed so you can go to sleep.” Matt washed his hands quickly before securing a new diaper around Zoey’s hips. Lifting her into his arms, he smiled to hear her yawn noisily. “You’ve had a big day today, little one. Time for bed. Let’s snuggle you into Daddy’s bed tonight. I want to hold you in my arms.”

  Zoey nodded sleepily as Matt carried her back into the master bedroom and tucked her into the soft covers of his bed. “I’ll be right back sweetheart. You close your eyes and go to sleep.” He gently rubbed her back until she snuggled her head down into the fluffy pillow and closed her eyes.

  Chapter Seven

  Matt stood quietly and watched his new little girl begin to breathe deeply before turning reluctantly toward the master bathroom. Turning on the shower head to let the water warm up, Matt stripped off his sweaty gym clothes and dropped them into the hamper before stepping into the large shower. He began soaping his body to clean off the sweat he’d built up lifting weights. Reaching his penis, Matt pictured Zoey responding so sweetly to his caresses in the bathtub, stretched out on the changing table with the thermometer firmly implanted in her bottom, and sitting on the exam table in his office. He rapidly pulled on his erection holding the memories in his mind and imagining how Zoey would react to future examinations and treatments. Suddenly, Matt arched as he ejaculated onto the tiled shower wall groaning, “Zoey!” Resting his head against the cool tile, he regained his breath before dunking his head under the flow of water and brushing his shaky hands through his hair. Finishing his shower quickly, he dried off and pulled on a pair of cotton sleep pants before returning to the bedroom.

  Zoey’s eyes met his shyly as he got into bed. “Are you okay?” she questioned softly. She had obviously heard him call her name as he came in the shower.

  “I haven’t ever been better, Zoey,” Matt reassured her with a knowing smile. “Next time, I’ll let you help me feel better.” Matt’s smile spread widely as Zoey’s face flamed red but she nodded very seriously. “Now come cuddle up with me, Zoey. We both need to sleep.” He tucked her into the curve of his body so that they were spooned closely together before wrapping his arms around her and kissing her cheek lightly. Both closed their eyes and enjoyed lying closely together before falling deeply asleep.

  Zoey was so comfortable. She was lying on something warm and furry that wrapped around her. She blinked her eyes and froze. She realized to her embarrassment, somehow during the night, she’d moved to lie over the top of Dr. Richard’s muscular, firm body. Slowly, she began to edge her way over to one side trying not to wake him. Zoey began to feel the warm body below her start to shake gently and looked up to meet Matt’s twinkling eyes.

  “Going somewhere, Zoey?” he teased as he squeezed her torso tight against his wide chest. “I like having a Zoey blanket. I could get used to waking up to this every morning.” When Zoey began to try sliding off his body, Matt tightened his arms to hold her in place. “Relax, Zoey. I love holding my sweet baby girl in my arms.” Feeling her cease her struggles to shift off him, Matt questioned gently looking into Zoey’s eyes, “Did you sleep well, little one? No pain from your feet?”

  Zoey shook her head slowly, “I think they’re better today. I’m sure I won’t need any more medication and I’m positive that I can walk on them.” She looked sideways at Dr. Richards to see if he believed her story.

  Dr. Richards reached down to rotate one foot at the ankle. Immediately, Zoey gasped in pain and tears welled up in her eyes. “Zoey, it doesn’t look like you’re telling me the truth. There are consequences for lying to me just like there would be consequences for any child lying to their parent. Let’s try this again. Are your feet hurting you this morning?” He looked sternly at Zoey.

  She couldn’t meet his eyes. Very quietly, she responded, “I’m sorry, Dr. Richards. I wasn’t trying to lie to you. I just don’t want to be a bother. I’m not used to someone taking care of me. I’ve been on my own for a long time,” Zoey sniffled and tried not to cry. “My feet do hurt when I move them but honestly, they’re better than they were last night!” she added in a rush to convince him.

  Dr. Richards lifted Zoey’s chin with a firm grip. “You are not to lie to me, Zoey. Your health and happiness are very important to me. I want to take care of you like the best father in the world would care for his beautiful, precious daughter. We will deal with the consequences for your lies soon but first I see you squirming. Do you need to urinate, Zoey?” His large hand pressed vigorously into her abdomen.

  Zoey nodded quickly. “Yes, can you take me to the restroom?” she questioned urgently.

  “Sweetheart, you will be using your diaper to take care of your bathroom needs just like you did last night. Do you need to lay over my lap again or are you able to urinate where you are?” Dr. Richards asked with a serious tone. He raised her nightgown and slid his hand into her diaper to press firmly on her bladder.

  Zoey tried with all her determination to hold the fluid within her body but the extra pressure on her full bladder caused her to lose control and urinate strongly into her diaper. She dropped her head down on Dr. Richards’ shoulder to hide her face. Zoey felt his warm breath on her forehead and then his firm lips kiss hers.

  “I know I’m asking a lot from you, Zoey. It’s tough to change all your ideas of what is correct and incorrect behavior quickly. Know that already you are very precious to me. I would be very happy to have you in my life as my special baby. You please me greatly when you follow my directions. Are you okay?” he asked quietly. “Are you willing to try all the tough things I am asking you to do to be my baby?”

  Zoey sniffled with her head still buried in his chest. “I’m trying. I really like having you take care of me. It’s just hard to be a baby again,” she explained. “Are you willing to give me some time to adjust to be able to do what you require?”

  “Definitely, Zoey. You just let me be the Daddy. I’ll be glad to help you learn your new role.” He raised her chin and leaned up to kiss her gently on the lips first and then, with growing ardor, sweeping his tongue into her mouth and taking her breath away. She tasted so sweet that Dr. Richards knew he was already addicted to Zoey’s special flavor.

  Rolling her over in the wide bed, Dr. Richards raised himself above her on his elbows to make sure he didn’t crush her slender frame. He pulled her hands up over her head and held them firmly in one hand while he whisked the juvenile nightgown up her body to reveal her small erect breasts. Rubbing his thumb across one and then the other as Zoey moved restlessly below him, Dr. Richards lowered his mouth to her right breast where he licked and drew gently on her sensitive nipple before kissing his way to her left breast and repeating his attentions to the other nipple. Hearing her groan, Dr. Richards was pleased to see Zoey raising her hips up to press against his pelvis as he caressed her breasts. “You are so sensitive, little one. It is amazing to help you find pleasure in Daddy’s bed,” Dr. Richards complimented her as he kissed her pert breasts.

  Drawing a deep breath, Dr. Richards reluctantly raised himself from his position holding her underneath him and swept Zoey into his arms. “We’ll have more playtime later, Zoey. We need to get you cleaned up, make sure your getting well, and deal with the fact you lied to your Daddy before we go to breakfast,” Dr. Richards informed Zoey as he carried her through the adjoining door to the nursery. Laying her
on the changing table, Dr. Richards swept her nightgown off over her head before moving her hands up above her head and swiftly restraining her in this position by attaching a padded strip around both of her hands.

  Zoey tried to pull herself loose but she was firmly fixed in place. “Why do I have to be tied down?” Zoey asked panicking.

  Dr. Richards made soothing sounds as he removed her wet diaper. “Relax, Zoey. I’ll restrain you when it’s important that you stay very still so you don’t fall off the table just like last night, I put a strap around your waist so you didn’t roll off the side. You’re very little and it’s a long way down to the ground, I don’t want you to get hurt. Besides, you don’t need to move your arms now and they’re just in the way as we get you all cleaned up. Will you trust me to take care of you?” he asked with a twinkle in his eye. When she nodded after thinking a little while, he dropped a quick kiss on her tummy before making a brumble sound blowing on her delicate skin.

  Zoey giggled and rolled around on the table. She did notice that with her hands attached above her head, she was not able to roll to the edges of the changing table. Her Daddy was a very smart man.

  Her attention was pulled away from her inner thoughts to her Daddy as he wiped her bottom and paid special attention to her labia and clitoris. “You’re very wet, little girl. I think you enjoyed our playtime this morning,” Dr. Richards said with a wink as Zoey turned a shade of pink from embarrassment.

  “Okay, temperature time. Roll over Zoey,” he directed as he turned her on to her stomach. Again, she heard the Vaseline jar flip open and the drawer opened to reveal the large thermometer. As Zoey tried to protest, she felt a large, adult size pacifier placed in her mouth. When she thrust it out of her mouth with a protest, Dr. Richards replaced it into her mouth firmly, “Zoey, I’m going to take care of you as I know I should. Relax and suck on your pacifier. I’m the doctor and the daddy. You will leave these treatments up to me. No arguments, young lady. You have already lied to me this morning. You don’t want to add on extra punishments by refusing to follow directions,” Dr. Richards said ominously. When he saw that she was following directions and being distracted by the large pacifier filling her mouth, he continued and slid the large thermometer into her bottom until it was planted several inches deep. Zoey moved restlessly adjusting to the cold invasion but she remained lying on her stomach as she had directed. While the thermometer measured her temperature, Dr. Richards gathered three of the smaller suppositories and lined them up on the changing table out of Zoey’s line of sight.

  After a long 10 minutes, he slowly pulled the thermometer out of Zoey’s lubricated rectum and wiped it down to announce that she was still below the level of optimal temperature she should be at. “We may have to warm you up with an injection of heated fluid, Zoey. We’ll keep checking and if your temperature is not up to where it should be after lunch, we’ll have to take some extra steps to raise your body’s heat level. Now, let’s get your pain medication in place so it can start working,” Dr. Richards said before pressing the first suppository into Zoey’s rectum. “No squirming, Zoey. I’ll just have to hold it in place longer if you don’t relax and let the medicine into your bottom,” Dr. Richards warned as he pressed his large finger into Zoey’s bottom strongly stretching her anus until she relaxed the tight muscle. “That’s my girl,” he praised and caressed her pale bottom cheeks with his other hand. He pressed in the last two suppositories holding each in place until she relaxed while rubbing her bottom and back as he praised her for being such a good girl.

  “That’s all the medicine you need before breakfast, Zoey. I’ll do a thorough physical exam on you after my office hours and I’ll see what vitamins or nutrients you need to be healthy and we’ll get a supplement for you to take that will keep you feeling your best. Okay, Zoey, it’s time to talk about your punishment for lying to your Daddy. This is one of the worst things you can do in my house. I can’t help you get better if you lie to me. Since we haven’t talked about my rules, I’m going to be very easy on you. Usually, you would get 20 spanks for lying to me. Today, I’m going to give you 10.” Dr. Richards spoke very sternly as his detached her hands from the table and picked her up to walk over to an armless padded chair. “Do you understand why you are getting a spanking, Zoey?” he looked at her seriously as he sat down with her on his lap.

  “I didn’t mean to be bad,” Zoey’s voice quivered as she tried to explain. “I didn’t want to cause you any more trouble.” She hung her head down dejectedly. “I’m sorry,” she said with a quiver in her voice.

  “I know you’re are truly sorry, Zoey. But a lie is still a lie and there is a punishment for lying regardless of why you were lying. Now, turn over so you are over my knee,” Dr. Richards directed as he helped her move into position. And he started to spank her naked bottom with strength, watching his hand print begin to show in red on her punished skin. When he got to 10, Dr. Richards stopped and soothed a crying Zoey by gathering her back on to his lap and pressing her head against his chest. As she cried and sniffed sitting on a very sore bottom, he hugged her, reassuring her of what a good girl she was. “You’re not going to lie to me again are you, Zoey?” Dr. Richards questioned looking into her tear-filled eyes.

  “No, Dr. Richards. Never again, I promise.” Zoey exclaimed with emotion. “I don’t ever want another spanking. It hurt, just like you said it would,” her voice quivered tearfully as she remembered.

  Dr. Richards hugged her and kissed her lips where she had bitten them during the spanking. “You are a very good girl, Zoey. But sometimes even good girls make bad decisions. I doubt if this is going to be your last spanking but hopefully you’ll think twice before lying again.” Dr. Richards kissed her more thoroughly until he heard her breath start to catch in enjoyment. Easing back, he slid an arm under her red bottom causing her to inhale sharply as he lifted her up and carried her back to the changing table.

  “Let’s put your diaper on this red bottom so it’s protected,” Dr. Richards explained as he placed her onto her back. He pulled another padded diaper from the shelf underneath the table, positioned it under her bottom, and wrapped it around her petite waist before taping it securely in place. He sat her up on her bottom hearing her hiss from the sting remaining from the spanking. “You stay right there and I’ll get some clothes for you to wear.” He opened a closet door to the left of the changing table and pulled out a pair of stretchy, white leggings and an oversized, fuzzy, pink sweater. Dressing her quickly, he sat her down on the changing table and brushed her blond, tangled hair before dividing it into 2 sections and using two bright, pink elastic bands to create a wild ponytail on each side of her head. Stepping back to see how she looked, Dr. Richards sighed, “You are the cutest little girl ever but I really need to work on my daddy hair skills. We also need to get some clothes that fit you, little Zoey.” He rolled up the sleeves on the arms of the sweater to free her hands. Then, Dr. Richards picked her up in his strong arms and squeezed Zoey’s body to his until she squeaked. “Already, I can’t imagine life without you, little girl,” he admitted as he gently carried Zoey over to the crib.

  Dr. Richards easily lifted Zoey over the wooden railing to set her on the cushioned mattress filling the interior of the crib. “You play here while I go dress quickly, Zoey. I’ll be back in just a few minutes,” he said as he raised the front railing to be as high as the other sides forming a tall barrier around Zoey.

  Chapter Eight

  Zoey looked around at the items in the crib. She picked up the pink fuzzy bear and squeezed it in her arms against her chest. It was wonderfully soft. Holding it in one arm, she pressed a button on the plastic activity set and it made a honking sound. Giggling, Zoey pressed the other buttons until she was playing a song with all the different notes. She was so involved in her play that she didn’t notice Dr. Richards re-enter the room and stop near the tub to watch her play with the toy. Finally, sensing that she was being observed, Zoey turned and laughed. Pointing to the toy, Zo
ey exclaimed, “I used to love this toy. It’s so much fun!”

  Grinning at his happy girl, Dr. Richards walked the remaining few steps to the side of the large crib and, pressing something with his feet, he lowered the side of the railing down. Leaning over he swooped in and swung Zoey up in his arms making her giggle even louder. “You are a wonder, little Zoey. I’m so glad you came for an interview. Now, stop distracting me, we’ve got to get to breakfast or Jillian will burn everything!”

  Zoey held on to Dr. Richards’ wide shoulders as he carried her through the large house back to the kitchen. Her bottom was sore and throbbing as it rested on his supporting arm reminding her of the spanking. “I’m definitely not going to lie again,” Zoey thought to herself. She rested her head in the curve of Dr. Richards’ neck and breathed in his subtle body aroma. Already, she felt comfortable with him. “I’d really like to have someone take care of me,” Zoey decided as her mind raced, digesting all the events and information that had happened in the last 24 hours. Dr. Richards was so strong and solid that it would be easy to just rely on him to be her Daddy. “I’ve been on my own for too long,” Zoey said to herself. Zoey sighed happily and relaxed into Dr. Richards’ arms.