A faint ringing drew Jessica from slumber. Disoriented, it took her a moment to recall where she was. She wasn't used to sleeping during the day and it had admittedly left her fuzzy. Regaining a semblance of coherency, she sat up and rubbed her eyes. An instant later, she threw back the covers. Thank God! she thought, looking herself over carefully. Kevin had been true to his word and hadn't attempted anymore handiwork. Everything was just as it should be, nothing else missing, nothing added.

But what now? she had to wonder. Kevin wasn't finished with her, that she was sure of. Still, how long did he plan to carry this out? Usually, by now he would be on the verge of relenting, but so far she had seen no indication. In fact, if anything, he seemed more determined. And what of his puzzling behavior? He was being much more lenient than usual and that had her worried.

"You're up."

Kevin's voice made Jessica jump and whirl. He raised his eyebrows at her reaction, but didn't chide her.

"I... I thought I heard something," she stammered uncertainly.

"Probably the wind," he supplied, reclining in the doorway. "It's picked up since we came in."

Cocking her head, Jessica could indeed hear the distant sounds of rattling window panes. She looked back at her husband. He was still watching her.

"Do you want me to get dressed?" she asked when he didn't offer any instructions.

"Are you cold?"

"No," she realized aloud, noting the warmth for the first time. "Did you turn up the heat?"

"A little," he admitted, finally leaving the doorway to come and take her hands. "Daddy doesn't want his baby to catch a chill."

In other words, don't dress, she decided. Damn. "You aren't afraid of drafts?"

"I've started a fire," he countered, pulling her to him.

When she was pressed against him, Kevin captured her lips in a deep kiss. Instinctively, her arms went around his neck and his hands ran down to cup her bottom.

"Besides," he added, slipping his fingers into her panties and kneading the firm flesh. "Daddy intends to keep his precious girl very, very warm."

"Does he?" Jessica purred, too content to fear his motives.

"Oh, yes," her husband murmured.

Much to her disappointment, Kevin soon slid his hands free and held her to arms length. Without speaking, he turned her around and signaled for her to close her eyes and wait. She did and a moment later something soft and velvety was placed over her face. It covered her eyes in a wide band and was tightened around her head to keep them shut.

The sudden realization that she was to blinded didn't bother Jessica. It was common enough, even when she wasn't being punished. Though the first time he had done it had made her heart trill with panic, she now accepted it without comment, secretly relishing the heightened sensations it gave and the complete trust it demanded.

Still silent, Kevin didn't waste any time admiring his work. He swept her into his arms and she felt their progress as he carried her unerringly down the stairs and into the front parlor. When he set her down, the silken threads and encompassing crackling heat told she was on the sheepskin in front of a blazing fire. "Are you hungry?"

Kevin's voice startled her, but she only nodded eagerly. She didn't know how long she'd slept, but she was starving again. She felt his movements around her and then next to her as he sat on the rug.

"Open your mouth, baby."

The morsel of biscuit he dropped on her tongue was moist and flaky and tinged with cinnamon. One of her favorites. She suckled it to paste, savoring the flavor, then opened her mouth for another. For a long while Kevin continued to feed her, adding bits of goat's cheese and an occasional sip of fragrant tea. In the end, when she reluctantly declined another tidbit, not wanting to stuff herself uncomfortably, he wiped her chin and conveyed his satisfaction though another kiss. When he finally pulled back, she sighed wistfully.

"Lie on your stomach, love," he said, his voice riding the faint click of the plate and cup being set on the coffee table.

Content and sated, she rolled over, not even minding that he slipped her panties off of her as she did. A soft pillow was placed under her chin and she stretched lazily, enjoying the feel of sheepskin on her naked pubis where the tail of her shirt had ridden up. There were more faint noises, muted by the fire's hiss, but she hardly paid attention until she felt her husband's hands on her ankles.

"Open up for Daddy," Kevin insisted when she tensed reflexively against his attempts to spread her legs.

She relaxed and he gently pulled them apart. More curious than apprehensive she waited for what he would do next.

It took her completely by surprise.

Half expecting him to tease her with his fingers or fondle her fanny at the very least, she was unprepared for the stiff bar that she suddenly found strapped between her ankles. "Kev?" She started to shift. "Don't move," he said sweetly, placing a calming hand on the back of her thigh.

Before she could even think of another query, Jessica felt the cold arc of a brace hug her left calf and knee and a velcro cuff being fastened around the lower part of her thigh. A second was quickly fitted to the right. Startled, she tried to wiggle away, but found her knees locked into place, unable to bend. "Kevin?" This time her voice was tinged with worry. It wasn't often that Kevin used the clinical looking braces, only when he felt she was likely to try to evade him. Seriously try. Another set could easily be used on her arms, so she tucked them protectively beneath her.

Not that it did any good. Without answering Kevin moved around her, a faint rustling on the rug, and pulled her wrists out from under her. "Please, don't," she begged, alarmed now. "Hush, baby," he responded. "You aren't fussing are you?" Terribly afraid he would gag her, Jessica shook her head and let him extend her arms above her head. He didn't use the braces, but almost as bad, he secured them with the satin lined handcuffs, threading them first around the heavy immovable leg of the sofa. "What are you doing?" she pleaded softly. "Daddy has a surprise for you," he breathed so close to her ear that she started. Laughing, he lapped it once and straddled her, balancing over the small of her back. Beginning at her neck, Kevin pressed his fingers deeply into Jessica's spine. She stiffened at first, but slowly began to relax when he only proceeded to give her one his much adored back rubs. He continued massaging and kneeding her tensed muscles until he had her reduced to little more than a puddle of jelly.

Half dozing under his skillful caresses, listening to him softly hum an old time waltz, Jessica let her mind drift further and further away. She was so lost in her own thoughts that she didn't even realize that her husband had removed his weight from her until she felt him tugging at the pillow under her head.

"Wha...?" she began.

"Shush," he quieted her. "Daddy needs this."

She let him take it and nuzzled her face contentedly against the satiny sheepskin. When he raised her gently and slipped it, doubled over, under her hips, it took a full minute for her to register the fact that her bottom was now elevated and vulnerably spread.

"Kev...?" She began again, suddenly fully awake.

"Don't say a word," her husband spoke over her concerned protest. "Unless you'd rather not have a choice."

The threat quieted her until his light touch along her exposed cleft made her voice her alarm again.

"Not a word," Kevin insisted, making her bite her tongue. "Be good and let Daddy take care of you. He knows what's best."

When his finger gently traced her anus, Jessica might have abandoned caution, but the faint squish and cold dollop of K-Y stole the words away. Panicked, she started to squeeze her cheeks together, but a sharp slap and the confining braces kept her from completing the effort. An instant later his finger was poking its way inside of her.

"Don't fight me, baby," Kevin commanded softly, registering the resistance to his intrusion.

Despite her rebellion his finger began to move more easily helped by the lubrication. Ignoring her tiny gasps, muted by the sheepskin, he removed it and quickly applied a second dose, sliding in deeply and slowly withdrawing. When he was finished he patted her cheeks.

"There," he said. "That wasn't so terrible, was it? Now Daddy's going to do like he did last night and he doesn't want you to fuss."

What did he mean? Jessica didn't understand when he parted her cheeks wide. Surely he couldn't mean to give another treatment, it was too soon, but except for the diaper....

Something rounded and firm touched her anus and, like the spark of a match, she suddenly remembered the strange object he had used to hold the water.

A plug?!

"No, Kevin! Please!" Jessica wailed, determined to be heard despite the fear of being gaged. Until last night he had never even owned such a thing. Using it to aide her treatment was one thing, but....

Her pleas had no effect. Kevin continued pressing the plug slowly into her while keeping her still with a firm hand on her back. She wept and jerked, straining against the cuffs, but it continued to slip forward, stretching her wider, until finally her sphincter closed abruptly over its thin base. A broad rim held it in, without allowing it to disappear inside of her. Through her horror, Jessica realized that this object was different from the one he'd used before. It was thinner, not painful or unbearably uncomfortable, but it was also longer and filled her to the point where she reflexively wanted to expel it.

"Take it out!" she cried, pushing down with no success. "Please! I don't like it! Please take it out!"

"Jess." Kevin ignored her violent attempts to free her wrists and came to stroke her hair. "Be still and you'll get used to it."

"No, I don't want to!" she screamed, twisting her head away.

"Jessica." He sounded firmer now. "Listen to Daddy. You had a difficult time last night, it wouldn't hurt you any to get used to having something in your backside. Think of how easy it'll make your next treatment."

"No! I don't care! I'm not taking anymore treatments!" Jessica screeched, beyond caution and rebelling in helplessness, not to mention horrified at the thread of excitement that was growing between her legs. "I'll leave first! I'll escape and then I'll...!"

Whap!

The smooth object that smacked her writhing buttocks was unmistakably a varnished wooden paddle.

Jessica gasped at the sting and let out a yowl.

Whap! Whap! Whap!

Three more blows hit her in rapid succession.

"You'll what?" Kevin asked, surprisingly calm.

Divorce you, were the next words on her lips, but she was sobbing too hard to say them. He wasn't trying to hurt her, not really, but the sting of each blow and her helplessness to avoid them was severely damaging her pride. It was just as well. If she had uttered such an obvious lie, Kevin would have rewarded her accordingly.

"Well?"

No answer.

Whap!

"Jess?"

She bit her lip.

Whap! Whap!

Jessica could take no more. "Don't please. I... I'll be good," she finally chocked, weeping with defeat.

"Really?"

The paddle had come to rest on her cheeks and, desperate, Jessica nodded against the rug. "I promise. I'll be good."

The paddle disappeared and Kevin's hands lightly soothed the sting away. "That's my girl," he cooed.

Humiliated, Jessica lay still and let him fondle her. Presently he moved away again, undid the braces, and removed the bar from between her ankles. Setting them somewhere out of the way, he then guided her to her knees and told her be still. She did as she was told and a moment later she felt the discipline belt being fastened around her. When it was in place, Kevin removed the handcuffs, sat her up, and refastened them so that they were clipped through one the belt's rings, keeping her hands at her waist.

"Just to be sure," he explained, knowing her too well to allow total freedom. "Now come here, my precious love, and let Daddy make it all better."

Jessica didn't want to, she was furious with him, but she couldn't bring herself to disobey. His spanking had done more than sting her bottom, it had pressed the plug deeper with each blow, making it's presence all the more poignant, and she couldn't bear the thought of him repeating it. She didn't resist then when he took her elbows and drew her to her feet.

After holding her close a moment, trying to convey his reassurance, Kevin drew her with him and sat her on the sofa. The plug shifted under the pressure and she winced at the strange feel of it.

"Lie back and relax," Kevin instructed, beginning to ease her down.

Sulking, she let him lay her flat, lifting her legs to stretch full length. There were soft rustling noises and then Kevin raised her shoulders and slid behind her, pulling one leg around her so she was reclining between his muscular thighs. He was bare now, she felt, and definitely excited. His hardened member pressed firmly along the ridge of her spine.

Damn him! she thought. How dare he! He was thoroughly enjoying himself, loving every minute of her humiliation. How dare he force something foreign up inside of her and sit back to watch her squirm. Angry, and determined not give him the pleasure, Jessica lay stiff and tense, ignoring his comforting caresses to her arms and stomach.

After a while the hardness in her back softened and, absurdly, Jessica began to feel guilty. His caresses hadn't stopped, but he seemed to have lost his enthusiasm. Despite the unnatural fullness she still felt and the fact that he had caused it, she carefully rolled to her side and curled against his chest. His arms tucked around her and his hand pressed her face tenderly to his shoulder. She began to feel better.

Kevin was glad when he finally regained enough control to subdue his aching member. He knew Jessica was angry over what he had forced on her and hated the way his body had betrayed him. He should have simply left her alone for a while, allowed himself time to tame his hormones, but he had needed so badly to hold her, to feel her warm and secure against his skin. Besides, at this stage in his plans, it was important that she knew he was there, loving and supporting her.

Not that that was the only thing on his mind, he was forced to admit. After calling Frawling's and placing his order, a few items of which the slim "beginner's" plug was only the first, he had played in his mind the events he had so recently just enacted. He couldn't deny that the feel of her satiny insides as he spread and lubricated them drove him near to the edge of insanity. Imagining and then seeing her puckering entrance flex and yield to the plug's intrusion filled him with fanciful visions of her doing the same for him. He could almost feel the friction of her anus, her strong muscles tightening around him, drawing him in and....

And if he didn't stop now, he would be enduring another cold shower. He had already allowed himself to get carried away once today and had barely had time to throw his clothes back on and dash from one of the guest baths to receive Frawling's delivery man before the doorbell stirred his wife enough to investigate.

Oh, Jess, he thought now, trying to ease the tension from her rigid body, knowing that it would be some time before she would be ready to make that move, please try to relax. If she did, he was sure she would find his efforts enjoyable. When she finally relented and snuggled against him, it was like an answer to his prayers.

Holding her close, Kevin stroked her hair for while and then slowly began making lazy circles down her back and shoulders. He loved the feel of her, the sense that she was cuddling close in search of security. Beneath his fingers he felt the tease of her satin shirt and forced himself to move even slower. The sensation was traveling straight through him, all the way to his loins, and he was afraid his reaction would upset her.

But upset seemed to be the furthest thing from his wife's mind. When his fingers began to still, Jessica wiggled her back against them and nipped his ear.

All of his painstaking efforts at control were instantly obliterated. Kevin's member jumped to attention, defiantly demanding attention. Glancing down, he nearly groaned at the sight, but suddenly saw something that gave him pause. Jessica had raised her leg to innocently drape his knees, but in doing so had revealed something her lost curls might otherwise have hidden. Like his own triumphant manhood, the glistening nub of her clit had poked its way up though moistened lips to stare at him in expectation. Aroused by a combination of sensations, wanted or not, his precious baby was getting excited!

Pretending he hadn't noticed, Kevin let his hand still completely and waited for her reaction.

It came as a light trail of kisses that wet his neck and teased his ear. When it got her no where, she traced her tongue along the seashell folds, trying to coax him.

With effort of will, Kevin stood his ground.

Presently, Jessica grew desperate enough to rub herself enticingly against his leg. At the same time she placed her lips lightly against his ear. "Make love to me," she whispered huskily.

Kevin's heart stopped. The words he had been waiting for! But with a calm that was definitely forced, he only asked, "Jess?"

"Please," she begged, tracing her tongue along his lobe. "Make love to me."

Again she pressed herself against his leg, rubbing slowly against his thigh, and at the moist feel of her Kevin could stand no more. Clutching her waist he rolled and lifted her on top of him. Jessica bent forward, straddling his hips, and rested her bound hands to stroke gently against his stomach. At the same time she leaned into him and ran her mouth and tongue teasingly in small circles up the center of chest, across the arc of his throat, and over the curve of his chin where they immediately seized control of his lips. Close to loosing himself in a frenzy, Kevin twined his tongue with hers and wrapped his arms around her, drawing her closer.

"Oh, Yes!" she breathed into his mouth when she realized his excitement, filling him with the warm sweet taste of her as she swayed her hips seductively against his manhood.

Sliding his hands down and over her back, Kevin grasped her buttocks, wanting her desperately. He raised her up and was just preparing to ease her onto his wanting member, when he suddenly recalled the plug. Pleased with her progress and ready to reward her, he touched the end of it lightly. "Jess, do you want me to take this out?" he whispered, barely able to keep himself in check.

Her entire body went rigid and Kevin suddenly realized he had just touched on a very sensitive point. Ducking her head to his neck, Jessica didn't answer.

Why? he asked silently. The answer was simple, yes or no. Or was it? Despite initial resistance, the plug had aroused her. Was she still ashamed of that? He had tried to reassure her and had thought she understood. Was her response more complicated than overcoming a few inhibitions then? The answer had to be yes, but the reason eluded him.

Conscious of the fact that she had begun to tremble, Kevin decided he would have to help her, at least until he understood more about this puzzling mystery. "I'll take it out if you want me to," he offered softly. "But Daddy thinks its very sexy. Do you want me to leave it?"

It was still her choice, but he had tipped the balance. Very slowly, Jessica nodded.

Smiling at the small success and knowing better than to force a vocal answer, Kevin didn't give her time to reconsider. He lifted and penetrated her in one swift motion.

Their love making was fantastic.

Kevin gripped her narrow waist, guiding her, as Jessica rocked on her knees to meet his powerful thrusts. The perfect counter, she matched his every stroke, sharing equal passion and pleasure, taking him deeper and deeper with each panting, gasping breath, until suddenly, caught in the tide of blinding desire, she lost all reserve and took control of their movements, throwing her head back and riding him with sheer and utter abandon until....

"Sainted Mother!" Kevin's world shook and exploded, graying to blackness before bursting forth in a shower of tiny white sparks.

Over him, Jessica shook with her own convulsion of delight. Body rigid, back bowed, she lifted her blind face toward the ceiling and gave one long, deep cry before suddenly collapsing forward to sprawl limply against his heaving chest.

Regaining his wind, Kevin stroked his wife's dampened head where it had bent against him and lightly kissed her hair. "God, you are so beautiful," he breathed, feeling the deepest sense of contentment. Without giving it much thought he simultaneously smoothed his hand down her back and reached between her cheeks to withdrew the plug, tossing it to the floor.

"Aaaaahhhhh!"

Jessica's sudden cry startled him, but not so much as the force with which her trim legs gripped him as she convulsed in a second and nearly as forceful release. Overcoming shock, he quickly seized her to keep her from toppling until moments later the palsy left her and she collapsed, shaking and panting, back against him.

Several silent minutes passed.

"Baby?" Kevin was caught now between the urge to laugh his delight and concern over the fact that his wife hadn't moved.

"Oh, God," she finally whispered, weak and shaky. "Oh, Kevin, I'm so sorry."

Despite the teary note to her voice, Kevin couldn't completely suppress his joy. There were no ifs, ands, or buts about it. Jessica truly was as susceptible to anal eroticism as he had first suspected. The only question left was the odd puzzle of her denial.

"Why, baby?" he asked, hoping to solve it. "What are you sorry for?"

"I... I didn't mean to," she sniffled.

"Didn't mean to what? Have two orgasms in a row?" he asked bluntly, lifting her chin with a gentle hand. "Jess, you're not doing much for my pride here."

Kevin's efforts to keep a handle on his frustration were generously rewarded. A tiny smile trembled on her lips.

"You don't care?" she asked in a small voice.

Kevin had to scrape his chin off of his chest. What a ridiculous question! "Of course I care," he insisted. "I think it's wonderful that my baby feels so good."

Jessica seemed to melt against him in a mixture of exhaustion and relief. He knew he hadn't fully grasped the meaning of her question, but at least he seemed to have given the right answer. Sooner or later, he vowed, he was going to figure all this out.

But not right now.

Rolling her to her side, Kevin slowly eased himself from within her. Jessica made a soft noise and sighed, increasing his satisfaction and bolstering his pride.

Only when Kevin felt he was recovered enough to move again, nearly half an hour later, did he reluctantly slip out from behind his wife and stand. Stretching a moment, he bent and helped her to sit, removing both the cuffs and the discipline belt.

"Where are we going?" Jessica asked when he put his arms under her and gathered her up.

"To the den, precious. Daddy wants you to rest for a while."

Ignoring the small frown that flitted across her lips, Kevin carried his wife to the back of the house where their private den was tucked. This room saw very few visitors and was decorated much more casually then the others, with a large comfortably worn couch, a big screen TV, and a mismatched assortment of pillows and afghans. He laid Jessica on the couch, covered her, and removed her blindfold.

"I need to get a little work done, so I want you to watch TV and be a good girl," he informed her.

"Work?" She blinked up at him.

It was unusual, he had to admit. Kevin hated working on the weekends. Unfortunately, his distraction the day before had kept him from wrapping up a few important details.

"Only a little," he explained. Then, unable to resist, "I just didn't have enough time after lunch with Marcus yesterday."

Jessica flushed at the reminder and wisely kept her mouth shut. She probably feared that pursuing it would lead to more punishment. He wouldn't tell her until later then that he'd already figured that in.

Determined not to let anticipation delay him any further, Kevin handed her the TV remote and retreated to his study.