After her terrifying, foundation shaking, confusingly wondrous ordeal, Kevin allowed Jessica some much needed privacy to tend to her morning rituals and pull herself back together, leaving her only with the instructions that she was to wear just a robe, nothing more, and be downstairs for breakfast sometime within the next hour. She sat now at her vanity absently combing her hair.

What was happening to her? she wondered, staring at the green eyed woman who suddenly seemed like a stranger. How could she find pleasure in what he had done? Why wasn't she confronting him in moral outrage?

"Jessica Marie!" her mother's voice shrieked in her ear. The same way it had all those years ago. "How could you?! How could you do this to me?! What kind of tramp am I raising?!"

Jessica cringed now as she had done then. She had been all of nine at the time and fresh from being hospitalized for an intestinal infection. Nothing life threatening, Doctor Radcliff, the family's stern and rather strict matron of a physician had informed them, but one that would keep her confined and under "special" treatment for several weeks. Little Jessica hadn't understood what that conspiratory "special" meant, not until she was wheeled for the first time, flat on her back, into the treatment room.

"What's that?" the little girl had asked innocently, temporarily allowed to sit.

Doctor Radcliff hadn't even bothered to look up from the mixture she was making of pale yellow liquid and warm water. "It's medicine, dear."

There was an awful lot of it Jessica had thought, eyeing the stainless steel pan dubiously. She had then watched the doctor open a drawer and unwrap a large rubber syringe, a distorted version of the smaller one that her mother sometimes flushed her ears with, and thought how nasty the rubber was going to taste, wondering if the medicine would be even worse.

"Do I have to drink it all?" she had whispered worriedly to her mother.

Wilimina Witthers, beautiful and aloft, regal and unbending, the perfectly polished matriarch-in-waiting of the Witthers line, had graced her daughter with a cool, prudent smile. "You aren't going to drink it, darling."

Not understanding, Jessica had wanted to ask more, to find out just how the mysterious medicine was to going work then, but her mother had frowned, a silent warning that children should be seen not heard, and Doctor Radcliff had started speaking.

"Lie down now, Jessica, and turn on your side," the matron had instructed.

She had, aided by the shy little nurse that had been waiting meekly in the corner. It didn't alarm her at first that the women didn't release her, not even when the doctor had brought the pan and set it somewhere behind her and confided in her mother that she hoped "the child wasn't fussy." Only when her gown was raised and her leg lifted and bent at the knee had she begun to squirm uncomfortably.

"Be still, Jessica," he mother had ordered.

The nurse had taken her leg then, shushing her, and a firm hand had spread her little buttocks.

"Mama?"

A finger touched her where even she had never dared. Warm and sticky it had pressed at her, worming its way inside.

"Mama!" she had wailed, terrified by the intruder. It was painful and strange. She twisted around, trying to dislodge it.

"Quiet, child," the nurse had whispered with some urgency. "Hold still and it will all be over soon."

Sure enough, the probing digit was withdrawn and Jessica, sniffling, quieted. In another instant, however, she felt the firm tip of the rubber syringe nudging to take its place. She squealed and jerked, understanding at last. They were going to put the medicine in her bottom!

"Jessica!" her mother had commanded in her most authoritative voice.

It didn't matter. As soon as it became obvious that the situation was out of hand, Doctor Radcliff had backed off to pronounce, "We'll have to use the straps. Patricia."

The little nurse had released her, but her mother was there instantly, holding her still and hissing in her ear to behave like a proper young lady. Then the bands had come, wide belts that wrapped her twisting body, pinning her firmly to the table. She'd wept as the rubber had poked into her again and shrieked when the warm solution had flooded and stung her bowels. A cotton ball had held it in, the pressure building with each new application, until she felt she was going to burst. They had made her hold it then, weeping and screaming, until finally rolling her to her back and allowing her to release herself into a metal pan.

It had been a horrible and demeaning experience, repeated time and again, day after day, but the worst was still to come. Near the end of her stay she had been wheeled again into the dreaded room, already restrained due to repeated fits, and the treatment had begun without any new incident. It had been then that the doctor had inadvertently brushed the sensitive underdeveloped area between her legs. Jessica had jumped at the unexpected tickle of sensation.

"Mrs. Witthers," the doctor had called her mother over, disapproving and cool.

Jessica was brushed again, this time deliberately, and squirmed at the touch.

"I believe this child is... excited," the woman had pronounced with a trace of disgust.

"Surely not," her mother had objected in horror.

"See for yourself."

Another brush. Another squirm. Jessica whimpered, not understanding their words or the little sparks that shot through her.

"Dear God!" her mother had exclaimed.

And that was all she had said until she had gotten Jessica home two days later. That was when the yelling started, the condemnation and accusations. Jessica had wept bitterly, not understanding what her mother meant or why it was so important that her remaining treatments had been ice cold, making her cramp, until Wilimina had sensed the weakness of her confusion and gone into great and lengthy detail on the proper behavior of proper ladies, stressing emphatically that receiving any pleasure, any sensations at all except proper shame, from being touched "back there", or even "down there", was strictly forbidden and the mark of a cheap and common street walker. Full comprehension hadn't come for years, but it had stayed with her a lifetime.

Until Kevin, Jessica thought now.

She had slowly come to understand and accept over the years that traditional sex, or even a little experimentation, wasn't wrong or shameful, even before she'd met her husband, but it was only though his encouragement and support that she had learned to open herself completely.

Or so she had thought.

Until last night.

Until this morning.

Was it wrong of her to respond the way she had? she asked the stranger silently, aching with the need to know. To experience such sinful bliss, such forbidden pleasure? Kevin hadn't seemed to think so, had even maneuvered her into receiving it, but she had no gage against which to measure herself. Women, the women she knew anyway, would never dream of admitting to such a thing let alone be willing to discuss it. Was she normal then? Justified? Permitted? Or was she behaving like the lowly tramp her mother had warned she could become? Kevin loved her, she knew that, but trapped by his own overwhelming urges, had he sensed that potential in her and drawn it out, wanting to glimpse a forbidden fantasy, but hoping that's all it would be? If so, was he hiding shame for her even now? Could she ever be the same in his eyes again? Did she want to?

The questions whirled through Jessica's mind, making her dizzy. She loved Kevin so much, she couldn't bear it if he.... She shook her head, forcing the thought away. She was too confused, too upset, to think clearly. She would just have to go cautiously, wait, allow things to unfold, surrender to his lead and hope for the best.

His rules, she thought.

Her decision?

Suddenly faint chimes sounded from the great grandfather clock in the hall, reminding her of the time, and grateful for the diversion, she pressed her insecurities as far back as they would go, threw on her robe, and went downstairs to pretend that her life was still normal.

"Well, there you are," Kevin announced, half turning from the stove to smile warmly. He was back in his jeans and sweatshirt making her very conscious of her nakedness, despite the wooly folds of her robe.

"What are you making?" she asked, pretending this was just an ordinary Saturday morning, that her mind wasn't tipping precariously with unanswered questions.

"Breakfast," he grinned at the obvious, then added, "A little something special for my special girl."

Jessica smiled and told her stomach to be patient. Kevin loved to cook, he was exceptional at it, and over the past few days had taken the items of her rather bland diet and whisked them together into imaginative and mouth watering concoctions. Not that it would matter much now. She had missed dinner last night and was positively ravenous.

Kevin stopped stirring the contents in the double boiler and turned the heat under it to low. Placing the wooden spoon aside he came to her and pulled her into his arms.

Jessica melted against him, her turbulent thoughts beginning to lull. The warmth she felt from him was genuine. "Can I sit?" she asked after a moment. She was still shaky, but didn't dare move without his permission.

"Of course, baby." Kevin seemed to understand. "In Daddy's favorite chair."

Jessica stifled a groan of exasperation. He wasn't going to lapse for a moment. A glance around showed her the item he was referring to, retrieved from its basement hideaway where it was usually locked when the ever curious household staff was on duty. It was indeed a chair, a reclined chair, wood and padding, with wide spread legs and armrests that held four leather cuffs, each tacked permanently by large brass studs. It always reminded her of an inclined electric chair.

But Kevin positively cherished it, being one of his own inventions, so she went and sat quickly, fearing he would withhold her meal at the slightest display of hesitation.

Once she was seated her husband fasted each of the cuffs about her wrists and ankles until she was completely immobilized. He sometimes added another restraint, the leather discipline belt from the night before, wrapped around the back to force her to stay reclined, but today he seemed content to leave her as she was. A moment later she discovered why. "It's a little warm in here, don't you think?" he asked innocently, raising his hand to sample the air.

Indeed, it was a bit warm, more so than an October day in the mountains warranted. He must have turned the heat up.

"Daddy wouldn't want his baby to get hot," he added with a comical leer. To prove the point he took advantage her position to undo the tie and push the edges of her robe open - wide open, exposing her high firm breasts, smooth flat stomach, and slightly parted nether lips, all naked and vulnerable, for all the world to see.

"Kevin!"

"Yes, baby?" He continued to leer, his gaze settling hotly between her legs. "Do you have something to say?"

Because his hand had strayed to the pocket with the gag, Jessica quickly shut her mouth. It was all she could shut.

"No? Are you hungry then? You missed dinner last night and that was very naughty."

But it wasn't her fault, was Jessica's immediate thought. Wisdom told her, however, that if she voiced that opinion he would either insist she had caused her own problems the night before or he would use the gag. Either way she would lose. She said nothing, neither denying or confirming the accusation.

"My baby learns quickly," he said, obviously having anticipated her. "For that she's forgiven."

Pleased with herself, Jessica watched her husband ladle up some gooey substance from the boiler and bring the bowl to sit in one of their regular dining chairs in front of her.

He spooned up a bit and blew on it a few times. "Open the hanger door," he teased, levitating it at eye level.

Embarrassed, Jessica opened her mouth. The spoon twirled down, angled in, and then she was sucking sweet creamy oatmeal off the end. It was flavored with honey and spice and she murmured appreciation.

For the better part of breakfast, Kevin fed her steadily using all the cute phrases normally reserved for an infant. During the process several gooey droplets dribbled down her chin, but he didn't retrieve them. Jessica didn't mind. She was starving and the food was wonderful. Finally, he scraped the last bite from the bowl and tipped it over her tongue. Though she tried, the oatmeal escaped her and oozed over her lips and chin.

"Messy," Kevin chided with a frown. Then he smiled wryly. "Daddy will just have to clean you up."

To Jessica's surprise, her husband didn't reach for a napkin. Instead, he set the bowl aside and bent toward her. His lips touched hers, his tongue tracing their curve in a seductive and insinuating manner. She returned his attention, sharing each morsel, until he sat back and smiled.

"Mummmm." He smacked his lips for emphasis. "Not bad with the right flavoring."

Jessica blushed and pretended to squirm for escape when he started on her chin. When he was finished, her face warm and glistening, he laughed delightedly.

"Not bad at all. Is my baby still hungry?"

A double meaning and she agreed eagerly to both. Fidgeting with anticipation she watched him go and refill the bowl.

This time he made her work for each bite, craning her neck, and made great efforts to spill her misses not just down her chin, but onto her chest as well. A few dollops of the warm sticky mess even made it to her navel. When he was down to the last few spoonfuls, Kevin set the bowl aside again.

"You're absolutely shameless," he teased, lapping at her chin. "Maybe I should punish you for being so messy."

"W... what?" Jessica stammered. He sounded so serious, but contriving infractions was strictly against the rules.

"You object?" He sat back.

"You can't. That isn't fair," she pointed out smugly. "That...."

Too late, Jessica saw the gleam in his eye and realized his trick. He had baited her and now....

Before she could shut her mouth the rubber ball was back between her lips and her husband was grinning triumphantly.

"Why didn't I think of this before?" He asked, laughing over her muffled rejoiner. "I really do like this, Jess. Maybe someday when I'm not being so absolutely perfect...."

The chair actually scraped the floor with the force her response. Kevin nearly fell to the floor rolling with his. He did manage to quiet them both, however, by leaning forward to lap at a gooey trail down her left breast. He started near her collar bone and worked his way downward in slow wet circles until his lips fastened on the rosy nipple. Raising laughing eyes, he twirled his tongue lazily over the hardening nub until, vanquished, she lay back and moaned. Only when he was satisfied, several long minutes later, did he lap up the rest and begin traveling lower to give attention to the a large dollop hanging precariously over her navel. He circled it a few times, making her wiggle, before finally sucking between his lips.

"You know," he said, sitting back to catch his breath which was now coming a bit raggedly. "Some of the best beauty consultants swear that oatmeal is good for the pores. I wonder if they would recommend it for skin that has definitely been lacking attention?"

Jessica wasn't quite sure what he was getting at and watched curiously as her husband dipped his fingers into the remainder of her breakfast. When he scooped out half the contents and grinned wickedly, however, she begin to suspect, and squirm. No! Yes! He couldn't mean...! Could he?!

Jessica Kenhill groaned aloud when the warm oatmeal squished against her naked mound. Kevin spread it around liberally, grinning the entire time, before reaching into the bowl again. The final bit of her meal was then dropped and smoothed over her naked lips, down and around, filling each nook and crevice.

"I suppose I should clean that up too," Kevin said innocently. "Shall I get a napkin?"

Already trapped by the warm wet feel of it, Jessica abandoned pride and collapsed back, closing her eyes and shaking her head.

"No?"

"Mmmmmuuuummm!"

There was a brief moment's laughter and then his tongue was tracing a delicate line just across her upper pelvis. Shamelessly, Jessica wiggled this way and that trying to pull herself further up to meet his questing lips.

"Patience, my love," he cooed softly.

Then his lips were caressing her smooth, newly shorn mound. Jessica moaned and spread her knees as far as they would go. Kevin teased her mercilessly, gently probing her folds, dutifully lapping up the sweet gooey mush, but always managing to miss the throbbing wanting center of her. Finally, just when she thought she would die from denial, the very tip of his tongue made one light sweep over her swollen twitching clit.

Jessica jumped, close to sobbing, and begged desperately in muffled gasps. She needn't have worried. Kevin was just as trapped and ready to get serious. In firm, gentle strokes he caressed her button, running the warm wetness of his tongue over the fold of the hood, then down and deeper, further and more insistent, until, in one brazen plunge, he penetrated her moist hot center.

Jessica writhed in unabashed pleasure.

Laughing deep in his throat, Kevin guided his warm strokes in a steady rhythm, taking time to nuzzle her swollen bud over and over until she was shuddering on the brink of madness. In the last instant he gently sealed his mouth over the tortured nub and suckled it like a child, carefully grazing the sensitized flesh lightly with edge of his teeth.

"Mmmmf! Muummm! MMMMMMM!" Jessica bucked and writhed, the waves of ecstasy sweeping her away on a relentless and irresistible tide. Frozen in time, her body arched outward to meet him, shaking in a palsy of delightful convulsion. Time and again the waves crashed over her, buffeting her, rocking her, shaking her foundation, until finally, with torturous slowness, the quaking relinquished her, subsiding away to soft and gentle tremors.

"Jesus, Jess." Kevin was sitting back on his heels, licking his lips, when Jessica's senses began to return. "That's twice today."

Breathing furiously through her nose, Jessica was too desperate to expend the effort to blush. She needed....!

Sensing her difficulty immediately, Kevin tore the gag away.

...Air! Falling back, Jessica heaved great gasping breaths.

"Damn!" Kevin swore unhappily. quickly undoing the cuffs to pull her panting into his arms. "I'm so sorry, baby."

"Why?" Jessica managed, clutching onto him as if her were the anchor to her world. "That was wonderful."

Pulling her back, Kevin smiled his relief and shook his head at her. "It wouldn't have been so wonderful if you'd passed out, now would it?"

"You're right," she giggled, giddy with the pleasure of release. "You would have bragged forever that you could literally knock your wife out."

Kevin looked at her as if he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Taking advantage of his diversion, Jessica quickly seized the opportunity and ran her hand down his chest and stomach to firmly cup the conspicuous bulge that pressed at the front his jeans. Kevin always got hard pleasuring her and she nearly always returned the favor. Though it wasn't exactly her favorite, she enjoyed taking him that way simply because he loved it so very much.

Today was different, however.

Sensing her intent, Kevin seized her hand and brought it to his lips. Kissing her fingers, he smiled at her disappointment. "You've already eaten," he teased, turning her vivid red. "I'll let you help me with the dishes though."

Not really surprised, Jessica knew that his refusal was meant to keep him firmly in control. While he was the dominant, things had to be his idea and on his terms. Though little bits of initiative had sometimes earned her freedom in the past, this time he wasn't giving an inch. She wondered just how long he was planning to continue this particular session.

If Kevin sensed her question, he skillfully ignored it. After wiping her over with a warm wet rag, he directed her to redress herself and then to help him tidy the kitchen. He took his time and didn't rush, not allowing her to either by stopping frequently to kiss and caress her. Before she knew it nearly a half an hour had gone by, pointed out when Kevin suddenly glanced at the clock and nodded.

"That should do it," he said smiling.

"Do what?" Jessica asked, still wiping down the table.

"I think it's safe now."

She stared at him blankly.

"You're swim," he elaborated. "You can swim now without cramping."

"Oh." Jessica realized she had entirely forgotten her morning swim. Strange really since missing it usually left her feeling cranky. "You don't need me to help?"

"Go on," Kevin prompted. "But, Jess...."

She paused in the midst of dropping the cleaning rag.

"... Daddy doesn't want you to change."

Touching the folds of her robe, Jessica hesitated. She had never swam naked before and the very idea brought a flush to her cheeks. Then again, she realized, the staff had the weekend off so who was there to see her?

Only Kevin.

Still a bit embarrassed, she turned and headed for the swimming pool. Around the corner, she slid aside the sliding glass door and paused a moment to glance back at the kitchen. Her husband was pure devil. The swimming pool was indoors, a large tiled oval that filled the enormous glassed solarium like a recreation of an ancient roman bath. It was also right off of the kitchen which was given a great view of the entire patio by the span of picture windows that flanked the wall behind the sink. Kevin would have quite a scene to finish washing the dishes the by. No wonder he had insisted there weren't enough of them to bother loading the dishwasher.

Shaking her head, Jessica continued on, pulling the door shut behind her. The room was humid and warm and smelled strongly of chlorine despite the abundance of potted hothouse greenery that lined the paned walls. Above, through the mist of seasonal condensation, the October sky was a brilliant blue, belying the certain chill outside. It was that chill, fall and spring, and the intervening harsh winters that had prompted Kevin to build this room for her in the first place. She loved to swim and he loved to join her, sometimes choosing only to watch while tending his beloved vegetation.

Thinking of his eyes on her now, and determined to reward the deviousness of his scheme, Jessica walked slowly to the deepest end of the pool, directly beneath where her husband was sure to be standing and very slowly, very seductively, undid the tie and slipped the robe to just below her shoulders. Pivoting slowly, she made a great show of stretching each leg, one at a time, flashing just a glimpse of each creamy thigh and dropping the folds without actually exposing any cleavage. She continued her tantalizing prance, showing a little more here and a little less there, until she was absolutely certain he was hanging on her every move. Then, suddenly, knowing what he was waiting for, Jessica turned her back, denying his pleasure, and dove out and away, abandoning her robe and plunging smoothly into the warm rippling water in one graceful motion.