Matty & Emma

by Pepper North

  Jackson smiled proudly at his two Littles. He would need to thank Noah Sandoval personally for creating the PLAYTIME app. He had a special bottle of 25-year-old single malt scotch. He thought that might be a good start. He wrapped his arms around both of his precious Littles.

  Chapter 16

  A week later, Jackson looked at the Littles sitting so adorably in their highchairs. The last few days had been wrought with challenges as they all adapted to living together and figuring out how to adjust to the outside obligations like jobs and deadlines. They had established a time schedule that allowed them to have time together and have the sleep that Jackson required for the health of his Littles. They had reached the weekend and would have precious time together.

  Jackson kissed the top of Emma’s head before wiping the cereal off Matty’s face. He tucked his face into the hollow of his Little boy’s neck and made growling noises as he rubbed his whiskers against Matty skin.

  “No, Daddy, no!” Matty squealed as he tried to lean away from his Daddy’s prickly beard. He froze as he felt Jackson’s warm lips begin to kiss a trail over the pinkened flesh. He reached up and wrapped his arm around his Daddy’s strong shoulders. “Mmmmmmmm!” he hummed as Jackson sent shivers down his spine.

  “Do me, Daddy! Do me!” Emma said holding her hands out to Jackson.

  “Prepare yourself, Little girl,” Jackson growled as he stalked forward to repeat his bristly torture and devouring kisses. As she giggled and squirmed in her chair, Jackson released her highchair tray and scooped her up into his arms. He sat down with his precious armful.

  “What are we going to do today, Daddy?” Matty asked laughing with Emma.

  “Tomorrow, both of you have appointments with Dr. Richards for a complete physical. He is going to see Matty at nine a.m. and Emma at ten. I need to get you ready for Dr. Richards’ exam,” Jackson said watching the smiles fall from their faces. “No long faces, now. Your Daddy wants you to be healthy, and Dr. Richards is a very good doctor.”

  “What do we need to do to get ready to see Dr. Richards?” Emma asked perplexed.

  “I know,” Matty said looking at the ground. “He’s going to look at our bottoms, isn’t he?”

  “He’s going to listen to your lungs and heart. He will check your responses and take some samples to create vitamin supplements for each of you. And yes, Matty. He is going to check your bottom,” Jackson confirmed.

  “What does that mean, he’s going to check our bottoms?” Emma asked confused.

  “You know how your doctor looks inside your lady parts?” Matty asked Emma. When she nodded with a very pink face, he continued, “He’s going to look inside your bottom, too.”

  Emma still looked confused. Before Matty could explain further, Jackson put a hand on his Little boy’s shoulder. “Matty, you get to go first. Okay?” he asked softly.

  “I don’t want to, but, okay,” Matt said stoically.

  “Emma, I’m going to put a movie on for you to watch. You be a good girl and Dorothy will bring you a bottle in a little while,” Jackson carried Emma into the family room and turned on the TV. He started a movie and kissed her on the head as he left. She was already engrossed in the movie.

  Jackson returned to the kitchen and released Matty’s tray on his highchair. He helped the Little boy climb out and then, pulled him onto his lap. “Matty, I know getting ready for the doctor isn’t fun. I want you to be healthy,” Jackson hugged him and rocked him for several minutes until he felt the tension ease from the Little boy. “Come on, my brave prince. Let’s get your tummy ready for the doctor.” Jackson stood Matty on his feet and led him down the hall past the nursery. He stopped at a locked door and opened it.

  Taking Matty’s hand, Jackson walked into the room and turned on the lights to reveal a large treatment room. There were an exam table and a couple of other pieces of furniture. Matty recognized the enema horsie but didn’t know what some of the others were. He had a feeling they weren’t going to be fun.

  Jackson gently pulled him in front of him, and he undressed his Little boy. After removing his diaper, he instructed, “Go lay down on the exam table on your tummy, Matty. I need to take your temperature.” Jackson watched his Little boy drag his feet slowly to the exam table. He turned open a new jar of lubricant and label it with Matty’s name. Pulling a wheeled tray over to the side of the exam table and set the open jar of lubricant on it.

  Matty looked at the tray and his own jar of lubricant, and he closed his eyes. “Daddy…” he began to whine only to stop when he felt his Daddy’s hand rub his lower back to reassure him.

  “It’s okay, Matty. Daddy’s going to take care of you,” he comforted. Returning to the cabinet, he opened a drawer, Jackson selected a large thermometer. He set this also on the tray and heard Matty’s low groan. Again, rubbing his back, Jackson spread Matty’s legs to the sides of the exam table. He scooped up a glob of lubricant and spread Matty’s tight buttocks apart. Jackson laid his finger on his anus and began pressing lightly in and out spreading the lubricant around the tight entrance and just inside. After a few seconds, he picked up the thermometer and pressed it in deeply. He held it in place as Matty squirmed.

  “Take it out, Daddy,” Matty asked fervently.

  “We’ll hear the beep when the temperature has leveled out. Just relax, Matty. You’ll get used to having something in your bottom.” Jackson soothed.

  Time passed very slowly for Matty but finally, the beep sounded, and his Daddy eased the large thermometer from his rectum. He watched as Jackson read the temperature before laying the thermometer on a gauze pad on the tray next to him. It was speckled with poop. Matty groaned. He knew this wasn’t a good sign for him.

  “Matty, we need to clean your bottom for Dr. Richards, but it looks like you’ve needed some help from Daddy for a few days. Why didn’t you tell me your tummy hurt?” Jackson said as he adjusted the enema horsie for Matty’s height.

  “I didn’t want Emma to know,” Matty said quietly.

  “Come over here, Matty. Lay down on the enema horsie,” Jackson helped Matty into position and began to fasten the restraints to hold him in place. “Do you think Emma would have made fun of you?” he asked.

  “Not so tight,” Matty asked. “I was embarrassed. She would have been embarrassed, too.”

  “Now, your tummy is uncomfortable. Do you think Emma would rather be embarrassed or to see you with a tummy ache?” Jackson probed.

  “You’re right. I should have said something,” Matty admitted softly.

  “Next time, will you promise to tell Daddy?” Jackson asked.

  “Yes, Daddy,” Matty promised.

  “That’s my good Little boy. Now, just relax for a few minutes while I get your enema ready. I’ll try to make it easy for you, Matty, but we’ll have to add a lot of cleanser to help your tummy feel better,” Jackson moved over to select a large enema bag with an inflatable nozzle to block the medicine from escaping before it was time to expel. He filled the bag with warm water before adding the cleanser that Dr. Richards always recommended. He hung it behind the enema horsie out of Matty’s view. The sight of the bulging bag would scare his Little boy. Jackson lubricated the large nozzle and pressed it into Matty’s tight anus.

  “AAaaahh!” Matty groaned as the nozzle invaded and then began to inflate. He felt his Daddy tug slightly on the hose to make sure the large nozzle was secure. Then, he heard an ominous click. Immediately, he felt a rush of warm water that gushed into his bottom. It stung his inner passage as the cleanser-rich fluid poured into his intestinal tract. After a few minutes, he begged, “Can you stop it, Daddy? I can go to the bathroom now,” he promised. The water didn’t slow. Matty felt his Daddy’s big hand begin to rub his tummy encouraging the liquid to flow deeper.

  “Daddy, it’s too much,” he protested as the liquid flooded his tummy.

  Jackson quietly rubbed his Little boy’s tummy. He knew Matty was struggling to take the large enema. He was sorry that he’d let Matty ge
t in such a state. He should have monitored him better. This was his wake-up call. He’d be sure to watch him very carefully.

  When the enema bag began to flatten, Jackson knew Matty needed a distraction. He scooped up a good amount of lubricant and spread it thickly over his hand. Standing behind Matty, Jackson reached around his hip to wrap his fingers around Matty’s erect penis. The combination of being invaded, the pressure of the enema, and the presence of his Daddy, had given Matty an erection that felt like iron. Matty jumped as his fingers squeezed his penis and began to stroke up and down. Jackson started with slow strokes but increased them as the enema finished flowing. He closed the latch on the hose and began to press and tug at the inflated enema nozzle as he gave the last few strokes that drove Matty to a massive orgasm. He exploded over the towel that Jackson had spread across the enema horsie. Removing his hands with a final tug, Jackson allowed Matty to enjoy his afterglow.

  Ten minutes later, Matty began to shift restlessly. Jackson began to unfasten the restraints, and he allowed Matty to rush to sit on the toilet. As the torrent of poop and cleansing fluid burst from Matty’s bottom, Jackson prepared a warm water rinse. When Matty was ready to leave the toilet, he helped him lay back on the enema horsie. This time he used a longer flexible nozzle that slid deeper into Matty’s system. The warm water flowed in rinsing away the irritating cleanser that stung the inside of Matty’s intestinal tract.

  “Oooooh! That feels so much better, Daddy,” Matty groaned with relief as the stinging subsided.

  Jackson rubbed his back. “I’m glad, Matty. I want you to feel good – inside and out.”

  “I know Daddy. I should have told you,” Matty whispered.

  “Yes, Matty. You should have told me that your tummy was upset. From now on if you don’t let me know, I’m going to give you an enema followed by a serious spanking,” Jackson warned watching Matty’s buttocks twitch in reaction to the threat of a spanking.

  “Do you think I need a spanking today?” Matty said in a very Little voice.

  “Yes, Matty. I think you’ve earned ten swats, don’t you?” Jackson knew the Little boy needed a spanking to feel like he had been corrected.

  “Yes, Daddy,” replied the small voice. Matty began to moan as the pressure of the enema began to build again.

  “Soon, Matty. It will be time for your spanking very soon,” Jackson ran a firm hand over Matty’s buttocks jostling the enema nozzle and spreading his buttocks apart allowing the enema fluid to gush faster into his bottom.

  Chapter 17

  Matty laid over his Daddy’s lap. His naked bottom pointed to the nursery ceiling covered only by his Daddy’s large hand. When he felt it rise, Matty knew he would feel the stinging spank soon. The firm swat took his breath away. His Daddy spanked hard. By the eighth swat, Matty was crying, and his nose was all snotty. He was not a pretty crier. By the tenth swat, Matty lay exhausted over his Daddy’s thighs. He felt Jackson lift him and turn him around to sit on his lap. Matty tried to cover his face to hide the results of his spanking, but Jackson brushed his hands away. His Daddy tenderly wiped his nose and absorbed his tears in a soft tissue. He was wrapped in his Daddy’s warm embrace.

  Many long minutes later, Jackson wrapped a fresh diaper around Matty. He led him to his crib, and he tucked the exhausted Little boy in bed. Pulling up the railing, Jackson knew that Matty would sleep for a couple of hours. He closed the blinds and pulled the door closed behind him. He’d have just enough time to treat Emma’s tummy.

  Chapter 18

  Emma froze in the doorway. She had not expected to see a miniature doctor’s office in Jackson’s home. She lifted her hand to her mouth. She really wanted to slide her thumb into her mouth, but she was trying to be a big girl. “Daddy, I don’t want to go in there,” she said plaintively.

  “I know, Emma. Little girls often are scared by new situations,” Jackson said calmly as he pulled her in through the doorway. He sat on a chair and pulled her into his lap. He held and rocked her for several minutes until she relaxed a little in her Daddy’s arms. “That’s my good girl. Daddy’s going to take care of you and protect you always. Do you trust your Daddy, Emma?”

  Sniffing loudly, Emma nodded her head slowly. She didn’t say anything. She had given in to the temptation to suck on her thumb. She watched as Jackson opened a drawer full of all sorts of scary and exciting things.

  He unwrapped a large pacifier and gently pulled her thumb from her mouth. “Sucking your thumb is bad for your teeth, Little girl. Will you try this pacifier for Daddy?” Jackson brushed it across her lips. When she parted her mouth, he slipped it inside. Almost immediately, Emma reached to pull it out of her mouth. Jackson trapped her hands and held them in her lap. “I know it feels big in your mouth. Give yourself just a little time to adjust to your binky, Emma.” He rocked her for several minutes and then let go of her hands. “Do you like your pacifier now, Little girl?”

  Emma nodded her head slowly. It didn’t feel so oversized now. She could breathe easily, and it was soothing to suck on.

  “Good girl. Now, Daddy needs to get Emma ready for her exam with Dr. Richards. Stand up, and we’ll take your clothes and diaper off,” Jackson said evenly stripping her coverings off quickly. When she stood shyly in front of him naked, Jackson kissed her forehead and told her to go lay on her tummy on the table.

  Watching him open a jar of lubricant and write her name on it in thick, black marker, Emma buried her head into the padding of the table as she saw him open a drawer and pull out a wide thermometer. She wailed softly as her Daddy spread her buttocks and pressed a large lubricated finger around her anus dipping just inside the tight ring of muscles. She glanced to the side and saw the thermometer sticking out of the lubricant jar. Somehow seeing her name written on the jar made her feel even more Little. Her Daddy was in charge. He was going to put stuff in her bottom. She could protest, but that would just give her a red bottom and then, whatever treatment he wanted to give her. She turned her head back down to face the padded table top. As she felt the large thermometer stretch her anal opening, she continued to make small involuntary wails of dismay.

  Jackson wished he had a recording of his precious Little girl. She was being so good even when she didn’t want to cooperate. He rubbed her low back and rounded buttocks to soothe her. When the timer rang, he removed the thermometer and read the results. Her temperature was elevated leading him to believe that Emma was suffering from the same ailment as Matty had been. “Emma, sunshine, does your tummy hurt?” he asked gently.

  She started to shake her head “no” before freezing as his hand landed softly on her bottom as a reminder. “Yes, Daddy,” she admitted softly mumbling the words around the pacifier’s nipple in her mouth.

  “Daddy’s going to take care of his Little girl. Come with me, sunshine.” Jackson led Emma over to the enema horsie that had been shortened to fit her frame. He showed her how to drape herself over supports, and he quickly fastened the restraints to hold her in place. “I’ll be right back, Emma. You relax for Daddy. He’s going to help you feel better,” Jackson promised as he disappeared from her view and quickly mixed up a similar cleansing formula in a slightly smaller enema bag.

  Again, he chose to use an inflatable nozzle. He slathered it with lubricant and slid it into place before inflating it gently in her bottom. Jackson was pleased with the anal dilators that he had been placing in her bottom each morning before she began to work. Her narrow passage had lost a small amount of its restrictive tightness. He would continue her therapy after discussing it with Dr. Richards. He connected the hose and clicked the clamp open starting the flow into Emma’s tummy.

  “No, Daddy, please don’t! It stings!” Emma begged, allowing the pacifier to drop out of her mouth.

  “Daddy know this is hard for you, Emma. Enemas are very good for Little girls. Especially, Little girls with tummy troubles.” He placed the pacifier back in her mouth hushing her cries. Jackson rubbed her tummy and talked to her softly to re
assure her as the enema drained relentlessly into her bottom. He could see her trying to clamp her muscles on the nozzle to stop the flow, but the inflatable nozzle prevented her inner muscles from having any impact on the enema. Finally, the enema gurgled its last. Emma began to squirm trying to get up.

  Jackson pressed on the small of her back holding her in place firmly. He reached a hand between her widely spread legs and smiled as his fingers sank into a sea of slick arousal fluid saturating her intimate folds. Jackson began to hush her protests as his fingers began to excite his Little girl. The pressure of the enema and the feeling of invasion raised Emma’s sensitivity. He brushed his fingers across her clitoris and rolled it carefully between his fingers as he heard her moan morph into one of longing and excitement. Jackson was careful to build her sensations slowly to allow the enema to work its magic inside her tummy. Finally, he judged that the cleansing fluid was ready to be expelled. He began to stroke two fingers into her vagina while tapping the enema nozzle implanted in her rectum. It took precisely five strokes for his Little girl to explode.

  Emma was still in a fog of pleasure as she was replaced on the enema horsie for her second enema. She sighed in relief as the warm water washed the stinging away. “I like this enema, Daddy,” she confessed. “Maybe I could just have this one?” she suggested.

  “Maybe sunshine. Daddy might reward you with this enema if you’re really good,” Jackson smiled at her pleasure filled voice and willingness to have another enema. He knew his Little girl was motivated by anal stimulation. That boded well because he had plans to make her very happy sandwiched between himself and Matty soon.

  Chapter 19

  Emma had taken a much shorter nap than Matty. Both Littles awoke starving and full of energy. Jackson decided to have a cookout in the backyard. They roasted hot dogs and made smores. Matty and Emma chased each other around the yard, and the three of them played games together. Jackson could tell that his Little ones felt much better after their enemas. He would talk to Dr. Richards about a regular enema schedule for his two Littles tomorrow.