Gritting her teeth at the pain in her hand and shoulder, Fiona gingerly tried to lift most of the boxes with her left hand by wedging them against her stomach and using her whole body to shift the weight. The pain was getting worse. She’d replaced her right glove on her hand but now it was skin tight around her swollen flesh. Fiona peeled it from her hand wincing as her injured hand She knew that she’d never be able to pull it back on again. Against her best efforts, Fiona felt tears run down her cheeks. Once the cart was loaded, she wiped the tears away and pulled down the bill of her cap to hide her blotchy face. Using her body and her left hand, she pushed the laden cart to the door and pressed the delivery button.
When the door opened, she said a cheerful “Hello!” and handed over the clipboard for the employee’s signature. Fiona pushed the cart inside as he stepped back from the door.
“I’ve got everything your boss ordered, Pierre. The chanterelle mushrooms are beautiful,” she said quickly as she began to unload the cart trying to disguise her injury. As she turned to set the first crate down, she saw the toes of the distinctive boots that Georges wore. She swallowed loudly. “Sorry, Chef. I wasn’t expecting you. I’ll get the rest of this cart unloaded and get out of your way. I know you’re super busy.” She kept her head down to hide her tearstained face.
“Of all the days to get to end up face to face with Georges! I can’t even lift my eyes to see his handsome face,” she berated herself. Fiona continued to unload the cart biting her lip to avoid making any moans of pain as she used her right hand as little as possible. She could hear him rifling through the order sheets and comparing them to the boxes. Finally, she heard the scratching of the pen on the paper. She reached her right hand out automatically to accept it back as he handed it to her, forgetting her injury.
A low, visceral moan of agony escaped from her lips as he pushed it roughly into her hand. Immediately, tears welled in her eyes and she began apologizing to cover the sound. “Sorry! I’ll just get these last boxes unloaded, Chef.” She turned to the cart and started to pick up the last box. Her eyes flew to his handsome face as he quickly lifted it for her and placed it on the floor before turning to face her.
“What have you done to yourself, Little one?” his low voice was kind and he took her hand in his before she could step away. “Ouch! I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many splinters. How did you do this to yourself?”
Georges has been searching for his Little girl for many years. It is quite a surprise to find that she has been hidden right under his nose!
Some of the characters from the first sixteen novels in this series reappear to continue their stories. You do not need to read the stories in order. The books do not necessarily take place in chronological order. All are complete stories. The Dr. Richards' Little books will feature invasive medical treatments, including thorough examinations and enemas when required, as well as diaper changes, spankings and other punishments. If you are offended by age play (adults who choose to live as a Little or a parent of a Little), or dubious consent, this is not the book for you.