Zoey: Dr. Richards' Littles 1

by Pepper North

  Angelina said a quiet “Hello!” to both men and opened her big purse to extract a long, white envelope. “I brought your last check. Mr. James wasn’t going to give it to you but I insisted. You always worked so hard,” she explained as she handed over the check.

  Zoey insisted that she come in and visit. She dragged Angelina to the kitchen where Jillian was delighted to provide cookies and milk for the two young ladies.

  As they chatted, Angelina looked curiously around the room. “What was that oversized highchair for? Decoration? Why were there a couple of pieces of material that looked like baby’s bibs laying on the kitchen table?” she mused to herself as the two got caught up on all the gossip at the restaurant. That stern looking gentleman at the door intrigued her. She wondered what his story was.

  After 30 minutes, Zoey began to yawn. Angelina immediately stood and said, “Zoey, it was so good to see you. I have to go now. Thanks for letting me visit. I was concerned about you but I see you’ve ended up in a good place. I’m glad. You deserve to have some good fortune.”

  Zoey showed her out and gave her a last hug thanking her for coming to visit. “You could come back some time,” she invited adding hopefully, “If you’d like.”

  Angelina smiled and replied, “If my car will hold together to get out here again, I’d love to visit again.” She turned to walk down the stairs and Paul closed the door behind her.

  “Nap time!” proclaimed Dr. Richards. “You are falling asleep on your feet, Zoey. Let’s get you in your crib so you can rest.” He shooed her across the room as Zoey nodded sleepily.

  A sudden, loud grinding noise came from the battered car outside. They all heard Angelina exclaim, “Not now, car. Please start. You can’t break down here,” she pleaded loudly unaware that an open window was letting her voice drift to everyone inside.

  Zoey ran at full speed toward the door to go help her friend. Gasping as Dr. Richards stopped her in mid-flight by wrapping a muscular arm around her and lifting her off her feet. “Not so fast, Zoey. You aren’t supposed to run, remember?” he questioned with a serious look. “You don’t know anything about cars. Paul will go out to help your friend. You are going to go take a nap. After you get a spanking that you’ve earned from running again,” he lectured ominously as he carried her from the room.

  Paul shook his head as he heard Zoey begin begging for just 10 spanks. He knew Dr. Richards would spank her bottom with the usually 20 spanks. She would not be able to convince him. “That little bottom is going to be rosy,” he thought to himself. Walking down the steps to Angelina’s car, he was glad he would be able to spend a little more time with the pretty, red-haired assistant manager. “There was something special about her. Maybe he should give her his phone number after they got her car going. Just in caseshe had any difficulty getting home,” he mused silently.

  Epilogue

  Zoey held on to the chains of the swing in the garden as Dr. Richards pushed her. She giggled as the wind rushed past her. What a wonderful day! Finally, the cool, spring rains had passed and she had been able to convince her Daddy to go play outside. Zoey couldn’t believe it had already been a year that she had been living with Dr. Richards as his little girl. She smiled even brighter to think of calling him ‘Dr. Richards’. He was simply her Daddy and she was so lucky to have found him.

  Too soon, Dr. Richards was slowing the swing down, ignoring her pleas for just five minutes more of play. “Zoey, it’s still very cool outside. You are just getting over your cough. I don’t want it to come back. Do you? I still have some medicine I can give you if you’d rather?” he questioned with a twinkle in his eye.

  “No, Daddy. I don’t want any medicine. I feel great. I promise. I’m ready to go back in the house,” Zoey said looking back at him and starting to slow down the swing by dragging her feet.

  Dr. Richards smiled at her fondly. “What a very smart young lady you are! I have a feeling that you are being so agreeable due to the spanking you earned this morning for refusing to eat your breakfast. Is your bottom sore?” he questioned as she squirmed on the seat.

  “You have very hard spanking hands, Daddy,” Zoey said seriously. “If you didn’t make me eat oatmeal, I wouldn’t have gotten a spanking. Maybe, we could convince Jillian that she shouldn’t make oatmeal anymore?” Zoey added hopefully looking sideways at him.

  “Oatmeal is good for you, Zoey. So are spankings, little girl. You’d twist everyone around your little finger if allowed and you’d stay out in the cold for hours and eat chocolate ice cream for every meal. Both of those would make you sick very quickly. You’ll just have to leave the rules to your daddy and know I’m taking care of you so you’ll be healthy and happy,” Dr. Richards smiled at the little figure dragging her feet against the ground to prolong her outside time as long as he’d allow.

  Moving quickly, the amused man swooped in and wrapped his arms around Zoey’s small frame. Scooping her off her feet, he lifted her up and placed her gently over his shoulder. Spanking her softly on her bottom, he growled, “I’ve got you now little girl,” and he began jogging along the path back to the house.

  High-pitched giggles came from the slight figure dangling over him. His jostling motions caused her voice to come in bursts. “Oh, no. I’m being threatened by a big, hairy bear,” Zoey cried out of breath. Even in this precarious position, she trusted her Daddy completely. He would never let her be hurt. That’s one of the most important things that she had learned this year.

  Racing inside, Dr. Richards rolled his little girl off his shoulder and down into his strong arms. Entranced by her windblown hair and pink chaffed cheeks, Dr. Richards leaned down to kiss the most precious person in his life. “I love you, little girl, today and for all the tomorrows ahead!” he promised.

  And she believed him.

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  For your reading enjoyment, the other age-play stories previously published in this series are:

  Zoey: Dr. Richards’ Littles 1

  Amy: Dr. Richards’ Littles 2

  Carrie: Dr. Richards’ Littles 3

  Jake: Dr. Richards’ Littles 4

  Angelina: Dr. Richards’ Littles 5

  Brad: Dr. Richards’ Littles 6

  Charlotte: Dr. Richards’ Littles 7

  Sofia and Isabella: Dr. Richards’ Littles 8

  Cecily: Dr. Richards’ Littles 9

  Tony: Dr. Richards’ Littles 10

  Abigail: Dr. Richards’ Littles 11

  Preview of Amy: Dr. Richards’ Littles 2

  Chapter One

  This had to be the worst day of Amy’s life. Her electricity had been turned off some time over night. Without an alarm to wake her up on time, she’d arrived late for the important job interview and had been told the position had already been filled. Now, it was pouring down rain. Not only had Amy forgotten to bring an umbrella but her heel on her interview pumps had just gotten stuck in a iron grate in the sidewalk. Amy just dropped her head and began to cry in quiet misery. Standing in the deluge of rain, she lost all hope.

  She’d been counting on that job. Her rent was due and her landlord was already threatening to evict her. She’d had no money to eat for the last couple of days. Now, her only dress shoes were ruined. Not that she had any other interviews scheduled. What in the world was she going to do?

  A deep, quiet voice invaded her desperate thoughts. “Are you all right, sweetheart.” It had been so long that she’d heard a kind tone, she thought she must be imagining it. “Here. Hold the umbrella and I’ll see if I can get your shoe free.” Numbly, she took the umbrella thrust into her hand and felt strong hands grip her ankle and shoe rotating the heel to free it. “I’m worried about you, little girl. Is there
anyone I can call to come get you?” he questioned worriedly. When Amy just shook her head to say no and cried harder with body shaking sobs, he instructed, “Come with me to my office and let’s see if we can get you in better shape.” A gentle hand pressed into the small of Amy’s back and guided her through a nearby doorway into a warm and dry entrance of a well decorated office building.

  “Doris, I’ve found a little girl that needs some help. Please close the office for the rest of the afternoon so we’re not disturbed. Could you get us some towels and see if you can find some clothes upstairs in my home that would fit her? We need to get her out of these wet things and warmed up” the deep voice instructed the secretary behind the big reception desk. Doris Anderson immediately sprang from her chair and locked the office’s entry door before walking briskly down the hall to return with a stack of fluffy white towels. “I’ll put these in your private bathroom, sir and go check on those clothes.”

  “Thanks, Doris.” The warm hand guided at Amy’s back again guided her forward through an enormous office decorated in warm colors and mahogany wood through to a large bathroom. Doris set the towels on the vanity top. She turned and smiled at Amy taking her rain-drenched purse from her limp hand. Doris opened it up and removed the wallet finding Amy’s identification card. “Amy Anderson, 23, lives in Summerset,” she read to Mr. Smythe. They both nodded at each other. Good, she was an adult and able to make her own decisions.

  “You’re so lucky that Mr. Smythe found you. He’ll take good care of you. No need to worry, little one.” Doris reassured Amy gently and she exited Mr. Smythe’s office leaving them alone.

  “Looks like you’ve had quite a day and I suspect the last couple of weeks have been hard as well.” He tipped her head up and Amy saw his face for the first time. Handsome, about forty, concern wrinkled his forehead. “Why were you out in this torrential, rain storm?” Mr. Smythe asked gently as he brushed his wet brown hair out of his eyes.

  “I had an interview but I missed it,” she responded shivering in her sodden clothing. Could she be any more miserable? Lightheaded from not eating for several days, she vaguely registered that Mr. Smythe began unbuttoning her blouse, removing it before moving on to her skirt’s zipper, and finally removing her pantyhose and shoes. She realized that she was standing there shaking from the cold in her bra and panties. As he removed her wet bra lifting the cups from her small plump breasts, Amy felt his warm fingers brush her tightly erect nipples as if by accident. Realizing that this stranger should not be taking care of her like this, Amy made a small sound of protest as his fingers slid under the sides of her panties. “There, there, little girl, just let me take care of you” he responded with a calm voice.

  It wasn’t proper but it was so much easier to just let someone else take over and make decisions when she was so tired. He knelt in front of Amy and she felt his eyes on her small breasts before he brushed his warm hand down her sides. Reaching the sides of her white cotton panties down, he swept his right hand forward on her body and sliding it inside the crotch of the soaked wisp of material between her legs. He briefly brushed her most private area before pulling the panties down her chubby legs. “Step, Amy. Let’s get the last of these wet clothes off you” he instructed quietly.

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