Locking the bedroom door, Kevin leaned his forehead against the polished wood and drew a deep, shaky breath. God, he had such a raging hard on! It was all he could do not to ravish her on the spot. She was so beautiful! So absolutely adorable beyond words, all diapered and tied as she was. It had been a nagging little fantasy of his for some time and he was delighted with the opportunity to see it enacted. Though he knew how his petite auburn haired wife felt, that somehow made it all the more satisfying. She was in need of a little mental discomfort at the moment.

Pulling back from the door, Kevin felt the demanding urges of his body recede immediately. The memory of the mental anguish she had already caused him was more effective than any cold shower. He turned and headed for the stairs intent on finding a calming glass of wine. Jessica might not have taken Marcus seriously, he thought, dimming the hallway lights and starting down, dismissing him with ridiculous offhandedness because of his choice of treatments, but Kevin had and had learned in the course of it that his determined little wife wasn't nearly as invulnerable as she believed. Though the ailment itself might not be overly threatening, despite its painful discomfort, by ignoring it, she had opened herself to the risk off all kinds of nasty side infections that might have caused her permanent injury, or far worse.

Kevin's hand clenched around the smooth wood of the handrail, halting his descent. That thought was enough to weaken his knees. He adored Jessica, loved her more than life itself, and the thought of losing her, especially to something so preventable, was something he couldn't bear. He had felt that way about her since the moment he'd laid eyes on her. Standing on the dock at Lake Tahoe, watching the slim girl in cut off shorts balance precariously to wiggle her toes experimentally in the frigid water, he had thought her the most beautiful creature he had ever seen and had instantly feared for her safety. And he still did. He would repeat the events of tonight a million times if that's what it took to keep her safely by his side.

But that wasn't enough, he thought, finally working his way back to his study, not for Jess. Sitting behind the desk he poured another glass of wine from the crystal decanter and leaned back to kick his feet up on the corner. He smiled to himself. He had kept his calm all the way through lunch at the country club, admirably so under the circumstances, all the while confidently pretending that Jessica had simply lacked the time to tell him all the details of her visit. Yes, he had assured after Marcus's genuinely concerned query, he was sure she had gotten all she would need, but since she could be so bashful about such things, maybe he wouldn't mind filling her husband in on just what exactly she was supposed to be doing. He had and after bidding his kindly old friend a fond farewell, Kevin had nearly killed himself racing to the art gallery she managed with the intent on dragging her home. It wasn't until he had nearly run off the road that he had begun to think clearly enough to realize he could come up with a much better plan. So he had stopped to call her, giving his excuses, made a few stops, and returned to their hilltop estate.

"Jess, Jess, Jess," he murmured aloud. Trinity appeared to leap into his lap, hoping for attention. Kevin rubbed his silvery gray ears. "You're mama's quite a little minx," he informed the coddled animal. "Too stubborn for her own good. But I think we can do something to cure her of that."

Indeed, Kevin Kenhill saw some definite changes for the near future. He and Jessica had a good relationship, wonderful in fact, but her negligence for her own welfare had brought more prominently to the surface his need to take care of her. He always had, subtly of course for the sake of her pride, but maybe it was time to be more direct about it, to show her openly how much he needed to make sure she was happy and safe. Still, such a change wouldn't come easily. He would have to instigate it carefully, testing the very limits of what she would be willing to accept. He had already made the first move tonight, with great success he felt, but had to proceed with caution. He couldn't risk driving her away, yet at the same time couldn't allow her to know that she herself had the power of controlling just how far he would go.

A dilemma, a challenge, and one he pondered with an odd sense of excitement. He couldn't deny the fact that his feelings of protectiveness and her submission to them were terribly arousing. Proving that point, Trinity mewed annoyance at the growing hardness beneath him and retreated to the floor.

Just as well, Kevin thought, setting his empty glass aside. He was hungry and still had work to do. The master bath was a mess and his wife was sure to be nearing the deepest part of her partially drug induced slumber. He would just grab a quick bite and then go see how she was doing.

His appetite sated, Kevin Kenhill climbed the sweeping staircase and returned to the master bedroom. Entering quietly and relocking the door - a good habit to get into over the next few days - he went to his wife's side.

Jessica was sleeping soundly. Her arms were tucked around the puffy pillow and she had managed to turn her body sideways, pulling her knees up as far as the leather straps would allow. Kevin wasn't particularly pleased to see the dried tears on her face, but felt that maybe such a release had done her some good. She had been so tense with worry lately, making her wince frequently at the pain it caused to her insides.

But that was a thing of the past, he vowed, going to sit beside her and stroke her fine auburn hair. Then, unable to resist, he carefully peeled back the blanket and swept it to the end of the bed.

God, she looked so cute like this! Curled on her side, her face sleep pinked, and her pampered bottom thrust slightly out. Like a little angle. His sleeping baby.

Convinced that such a sight shouldn't be lost, he quickly went to his dresser and retrieved their polaroid camera. Turning the lights up a little higher, he circled the bed and snapped her from several angles. They often did this to each other, not only during lessons, and he already had a rather extensive collection of pictures of her. He tucked his newest prizes carefully in his shirt pocket to show her at a later date. Then, putting the camera away, he tucked the blanket back around her and went to tend to the bath.

It wasn't much later that Kevin returned, carrying a brown paper bag from the drugstore under his arm, a glass of warm water, and several of the fluffy pink towels. He set the bag on the floor, the glass on the night stand, and the towels at the end of the bed. Then he untied his beautiful sleeping baby and rolled her to her back.

Jessica didn't stir and, just be sure, Kevin patted her face a few times and called her name. No response. Pleased, he retied her arms, shortening the leads to restrict all but the most limited movement - no need to be incautious - and spread her legs. She shifted and he froze, but she stilled again almost immediately. Satisfied, he retied her legs, also on a short lead, and unfastened the diaper, taking a moment to trace the adorable little patterns. Smiling he pulled it away and, lifting her bottom, slid the towels beneath her, creating an absorbent barrier as well as raising her several inches for better access. She moved again, pulling the tethers and rolled her hips away.

Frowning, Kevin realized he couldn't proceed if she was going to be restless. After a moment's consideration he rose again and went his closet. From their special "toy box" at the rear, he retrieved one of his favorites, a sturdy graphite composite spreader bar with duel leather cuffs and brass buckles. Back on the bed he put his wife back on her back and fastened the cuffs to her knees, the intervening rod keeping her flat. Then, he reached for the bag.

From inside the brown crinkly paper, Kevin began to remove several objects. The first was a thin blue and pink capsule that he dropped to the side. That was for tomorrow. The next was a packet of stylish Lady Bic razors, followed by a can of feminine shaving gel, a bottle of baby lotion, and a squeeze container of talcum powder. Everything he would need.

Touching the curly dark hair between her legs, Kevin shifted his gaze to his wife's peacefully unknowing face. Should he really be doing this? the question came. It wasn't as if they had never discussed it, or even decided on doing it, but always before one or the other of them had backed out. She really did have such pretty curls and though it wasn't permanent, it was still enduring and right now, done without her knowledge, would be pushing the limits of his rights with her. The spoken rule had always been that he could do anything he wanted that wouldn't have permanent effect, whether she liked it or not, but with the unspoken agreement that he would use good judgement.

Eventually the debate swung in his favor, mostly because his throbbing manhood seemed to favor the idea considerably, and he pronounced to himself that he was well within his rights, and his reason. Happily, he squirted a dab of jell onto his palm and rubbed it into a rich lather. Relishing the feel, he smoothed it over her mound, between her thighs, and down around her exposed anus. After wiping his hands, he uncapped the first razor. Gritting his teeth against a final twinge of loss, he brought it to the edge of her hairline and made the first careful stroke downward. Lathered curls parted and gave, leaving a wake of pearly pink flesh.

Kevin Kenhill nearly came on the spot.

"Blessed Mary!" he groaned softly, painfully aware that he didn't dare risk running for a cold shower. Even in unconsciousness it seemed his wife was having revenge.

He bite his lip and kept going. Stroke after stroke revealed more and more of her hidden beauty and Kevin blissfully, torturously, dwelled on each and every moment of it. He paused frequently to rinse the Bic with quick swishes in the warm water or to exchange it for a fresh one when it become too clogged or dull, but all too soon he was down to the fine curling wisps that tickled her puckered back entrance. Parting her cheeks, he gave them extra care, removing them almost reverently.

This was a part of her he considered very special, especially after what he had revealed earlier. Kevin had always been aroused by anal manipulation, whether it was simple fondling or actual penetration. The truth was, he loved anal sex and had found by trial that it provided some his more memorable experiences. It was only out of the love he had for his wife that he had respected her wishes and never pursued that potential part of their relationship.

Until tonight.

Thinking of the enema he would soon be giving her had kept Kevin on the edge of arousal all afternoon. The thought of finally touching her, of probing her most guarded and forbidden depths, of filling her with the warm fluid, had driven him nearly crazy with desire. But it had been a desire threaded with guilt because he already knew what her reaction was likely to be. Jessica would hate every moment of it.

Or so he had thought.

When Kevin had noticed his wife moistening conspicuously during his initial probe to lubricate her, he had been surprised and then pleased. Perhaps she did share his eroticism, holding back only because of some preconceived notion, or experience.

The latter, or more likely a combination of the two, he thought now, reliving the tell tale events. She hadn't wanted to admit her desires. It was only after he had captured and tapped them, mercilessly manipulating them, that she had given up denial and surrendered to pleasure. In an explosive orgasm that had left her shaking with pleasure, yet sadly withdrawn. He had noticed both, and her avoidance to acknowledge it, but took heart that she hadn't railed against him or retreated completely. She seemed more confused by her response than anything else and that gave him hope. Hope that he could coax her out completely, dash her fears and embarrassment, and bring them both to the point where they could share such experiences with equal pleasure. And he would do so, he decided, very soon, before she had time to rebuild and reinforce her defenses.

Wiping away all remaining traces of curls and lather, Kevin made a mental note to call Frawling's again tomorrow, and reached for the baby oil. He rubbed it in quickly, not daring to linger over the sensual feel of her liberated pubis for fear that he would lose what little pride his hardened member had been willing to leave him. When noticed the unconscious sway of her hips in response to his ministrations, he hastily removed his hand to dash her with talcum. He could manipulate her again, he knew, bring her easily to orgasm, even as she slept, but to do so would break his own tenuous control. Besides, he would have further opportunities to indulge that particular pleasure later. The anticipation would only make it all the more enjoyable.

Content now within in his own mind, Kevin replaced the diaper and removed the spreader from between her knees. He then unfastened her restraints and returned his sleeping wife to her original position, even curling her back on her side. She murmured softly and he bent and kissed her cheek.

"Sleep well, Daddy's little angel," he purred, gathering all traces of the evidence.