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                                  Healing Jess
                                    Part 8

                                  By: Liette


      Kevin was just signing off on the legal summary for his new
office
 complex when the door to his study opened.  He glanced up and was
 surprised to find Jessica approaching with a tray.  He had checked on
her
 a little over half an hour ago and had found her curled up with a
purring
 Trinity, fast asleep in front of the Honeymooners.
      "What are doing up, baby?" he asked, smiling to show it wasn't
meant
 as disapproval.
      She smiled back and set the tray on his desk.  It held a china
pot,
 two matching cups, and small plate of oatmeal cookies and oreos.  "I
was
 thirsty and thought you might be ready for a cup of tea too."
      Ever thoughtful, his little Jess.  While she poured the tea he
took
 an oreo and unscrewed it to lap at the creamy filling.  Jessica
laughed
 at him and started to pull up a chair, but he gestured her to his lap
 instead.
      Settling in, Jessica sampled the oatmeal.
      Good girl, he thought, washing his down.  He could imagine how
hard
 it was for her to turn down her favorite, but chocolate was strictly
 forbidden at the moment.
      "How is it going?" Jessica asked, wiping the crumbs from her
lips
 and tipping her head toward his documents.
      "Actually, I just finished.  In more ways than one.  This is the
 last summary before we go to construction."
      "The Walnut Street complex?" she asked with new interest.
      He nodded and tapped the stack of pages.  "If all goes well, we
 should be laying the foundation by early December."
      "That's the best news I've heard all year," she smiled happily,
 leaning back to kiss his cheek.  "When can we move in?"
      Kevin laughed at her eagerness.  Walnut Street was to be the new
 location of her rapidly expanding art gallery.  He had promised her a
 prominent block of first floor suites and had even gone to great
pains
 to bully his designers into making them a masterpiece of
interconnecting
 warrens with more than the normal amount of wall space.  She had
 alternately laughed and cried the first time she had seen the
blueprints.
      "Are you that eager for more work?" he teased, understanding the
 immensity of the undertaking.
      Jessica groaned good naturedly.  "As if I didn't have enough
 already.  With Glen Hesh giving his showing at the end of the month,
the
 next two weeks are going to be sheer chaos."
      Kevin's good spirits took a nose dive immediately.  Damn it!
Didn't
 she ever listen for longer than a heartbeat?  He grimaced at having
to
 be the one to remind her.
      "Jess," he began, silently praying for the strength to keep his
 patience.  "Did you listen to Marcus at all?"
      "What do you mean?"  She scooted to the edge of his knee to face
 him, perplexity creasing her delicate brow.
      "I mean that Marcus said it was important for you to avoid
excessive
 stress until your system adjusts to the medication.  He also said
it's
 going to make you tired and that you'll need plenty of rest.  Now,
 considering the gallery always wears you down and stresses you out,
there
 is no way that you're going into work next week."
     "What?"  Jessica nearly jumped to her feet before he stopped her.
 "Kevin, that's absurd.  I can't possibly be gone for a week,
especially
 now, not with the Hesh showing coming up.  There's too much to do."
      "And too much to irritate you're condition," he pointed out.
 "Besides, you wouldn't last a full day."
      "I'll make it just fine."  Jessica was beginning to get angry
now.
 Not a wise move considering is own blossoming temper.
      "Jessica."  Kevin tried to reason with her, hoping to avoid a
 lengthy battle.  "You'll be ready to drop after the first few hours
and
 there's no reason for it.  You're always telling me that your
assistant,
 what's her name?  Janet?, can run the place with her hands tied
behind
 her back.
      "Forget it, Kevin."  Jessica refused to listen.  "I'm not going
to
 put that burden on her.  That wouldn't be fair."
      Well, maybe now was as good a time as any to tell her, Kevin
 thought.  "You don't have to," he informed her.  "I've already called
to
 tell her you won't be coming in and she said she was glad you were
 finally showing good sense and that she would take care of
everything."
      "You what?" Jessica fairly screamed.  "How could you?  You
didn't
 even...."
      "You're not going, Jess," he interrupted firmly.
      "Yes I am," she declared.  "There's no reason I shouldn't.  I've
 managed just fine today."
      "Oh, really?" he chided.  "And tell me, just how many hours have
you
 slept today?"
      "That isn't the same."
      "No, it's not," he agreed.  "After tomorrow's treatment you'll
 probably spend the next day in bed."
      "No!"  Jessica gave the startled cry and jumped up, managing to
free
 herself this time.  "Marcus didn't tell me that."
      "He didn't tell you or you didn't hear?" Kevin accused, gaining
his
 feet as well.
      "What is that supposed to mean?"
      Taking a deep breath, Kevin struggled to stay calm.  It was
 difficult.  This was the very reason he was doing all this in the
first
 place.  "You don't listen, Jess," he explained evenly.  "That's your
 problem.  As soon as someone says something you don't want to hear
you
 just tune the rest out, regardless of the consequences."
      His wife's face paled with fury and she opened her mouth, but an
 instant later she closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose.
 "I am not going to argue about that right now.  It's completely
beside
 the point.  The point is that I can't do this."  She skirted the desk
and
 headed for the door, the firm globes of her bottom jostling beneath
the
 green satin of her shirt.
      "What are you saying, Jess?"  Kevin was unwilling let desire
 distract him.  He was too angry.
      Her hand was on the knob and she didn't look back.  "That I've
had
 enough.  I'm not taking anymore of Marcus' treatments, Kevin, and I
am
 going to the gallery.  After the Hesh showing I'll see someone else
 and....

      Jessica had started to open the door, but the sudden immovable
 weight of Kevin's hand stopped it at a mere few inches.
      "You don't seem to understand, Jess," he breathed in her ear, in
a
 voice of suppressed fury.  "You don't have a choice."
      Jessica tried to spin, to confront him, but his body pressed
her's
 to the wood, keeping her pinned and reminding her of her helplessness
 against his strength.
      "Don't try to fight me on this, baby," he continued,
accentuating
 each word.  "You'll only make it harder on yourself.  You aren't
well,
 whether you like that or not, and if you can't be trusted to do
anything
 about it, then I'll take any measure necessary to make sure someone
else
 does."
      "Let me go!" Jessica hissed, unwilling to accept the sense of
defeat
 that was already washing over her.  She wouldn't give in.  She just
 wouldn't.
      "Only when you swear to Daddy that you'll be good and obey him."
      "No!"  Jessica ignored caution and tried vainly to pull at the
door.
 "I've done enough.  This is serious, Kevin...."
      "Yes, it is!" he declared, releasing the door so suddenly it
knocked
 her off balance.
      Kevin had planned it that way.  He took advantage and threw his
arm
 around her waist, lifting her, bent in half, like an insignificant
sack
 of flour.  Jessica tried to kick free, finally grabbing the door
frame
 in desperation.
      Muttering annoyance, Kevin crouched and pried her fingers from
the
 wood.  Slapping her hands down, he then threw her up over his
shoulder,
 far enough so that her hips rested on the bone and her face bounced
 against the small of his back, and headed for the stairs.
      "I have had about enough of your behavior," Kevin stated flatly,
 trudging up the steps none to gently.  "In trying to keep you happy,
it
 would seem that I've been far too lenient.  I've neglected your
 punishment, but now I'm going to have to remedy that.  It's time I
gave
 you a lesson you won't soon forget, Jess.  Maybe then you'll stop
acting
 like an infant."
      His declarations sent a thrill of panic through Jessica and she
 began to struggle in ernest, shrieking curses.
      "Keep it up!" Kevin bellowed over her.  "And for every foul word
you
 use I'll add to what you've already earned."
      Furious, Jessica swore in defiance.
      "That's five," Kevin counted.  "Six.  Nine."
      At eleven Jessica finally stopped, but only because she was out
of
 breath.  She would be glad for that later.
      By the time she had regained some of her wind, Kevin had reached
 their bedroom door.  He locked the door immediately behind them and
went
 straight to the linen closet in the bathroom where his "bag of
tricks"
 was currently stored.  He fished inside and then carried her to the
bed
 where he dropped her on her back.
      Jessica instantly rolled away, but Kevin had anticipated that
and
 seized her arm, snapping a handcuff around her wrist.  Before she
knew
 it her other wrist was bound and both were captive behind her.  To
 complete the task, Kevin then snapped an additional pair around the
chain
 between the first and secured it to the post at the head of the bed.
     "That should hold you for the moment," he announced, backing off
to
 watch her struggle.  He smiled wickedly.  "Don't go away now."
      Kevin left the room then, locking the door behind him.
     "Damn you!"  Jessica hissed after him.  She stood on the bed,
running
 the cuffs up and down the post in the vain hope that it would
 miraculously give way.  Of course it wouldn't and she soon sat down
 again.
      "What now?" she murmured, knowing she had little time.  Suddenly
she
 recalled a tidbit of information that she had discovered long ago,
 strictly by accident, that could prove to be her salvation.  The
spare
 keys.  For the sake of safety Kevin had hidden a set of spare keys -
to
 the house, bedrooms, cuffs, toy box, everything - in the back of the
 nightstand drawer.  His nightstand, on his side of the bed.  The side
she
 was tied to!
      Praising luck, Jessica wiggled around and extended her foot to
curl
 agile toes around the drawer's handle.  She pulled it out and then
set
 to work burrowing through paperbacks and letter writing materials,
until
 her toes touched something cold and metallic.  She probed deeper,
almost
 catching the ring.  Another second and....
      A hand seized her ankle and pulled her foot so quickly she
rapped
 her head on the bedpost.
      "Found those, did you?"  Kevin's voice rang through her
 disorientation.
      Jessica regained her senses just time to see her husband pull
the
 ring and all its jangling, precious keys from its previously secret
 hiding place.  Miserably, she watched them disappear into his pocket.
      "You're quite resourceful, Jess," he said with a wicked smile,
 shaking his head at her.  "And you can believe that it won't go
 unrewarded."
      "Damn you, Kevin Kenhill!" she snarled, furious with herself for
not
 hearing him come in and lunging at him in vain.  "You...."
      "That's twelve," he cut her off.  At the same time, he reached
back
 into his pocket and removed the ball gag.  "Now open up, baby, unless
you
 want to make it... shall we say.... seventeen?"
      Jessica clamped her jaws shut.
      "Alright, seventeen.  Do you want to try for twenty-two?"
      She didn't know what his counting was being applied to, but his
wry
 grin was ample warning.  Jessica reluctantly opened her mouth.
      "That's it," Kevin beamed.  "Daddy's girl is learning."
      The gag slipped into her mouth before she dared risk another
oath
 and the band was tightened around her head.  Next, the blindfold he
must
 have retrieved from downstairs appeared and was tied over her eyes.
 Blind and mute, Jessica listened to her husband move about the room.
      "Let's see," he murmured, making rustling noises.  "Here we go.
Ok,
 baby, stand up off the bed."
      Sulking, she did and waited.  There were sounds of the bed being
 stripped and then Kevin was pushing her down again, on nothing but
the
 fitted sheet.
     "Put you're legs on the bed."
     As soon as she was reclined against the post the soft leather
straps
 were fastened around her ankles.  Kevin then worked his arms behind
her
 and attached another set to her wrists, working under the cuffs.
When
 he was finished with that he released her from the post, still in the
 first set of cuffs, and rolled her to her stomach, pushing her to the
 center of the bed.  Only after he had spread her legs and tied them
on
 short leads did he undo the cuffs and tie her arms.
     On her stomach and helplessly spreadeagled, Jessica begin to sob.
 It turned to muffled protests when her nightshirt was pushed up past
her
 waist and a pillow was slipped beneath her hips, lifting and
spreading
 her bottom.
     "Now there's a pretty picture," Kevin laughed.  It was followed
by
 the unmistakable click and whirr of their polaroid.
     "Mmmmmf!"  Jessica screamed, fear giving way to fury.  How
degrading!
     Ignoring her beyond the point of absently stroking her bottom,
Kevin
 mused to himself, "I think I'll title this one 'before'."
     Before?  What the hell was he planning to do?  Jessica squirmed
in
 dread.
     "Be still," Kevin commanded, smacking her behind.  "Now let's
see.
 You've already been spanked, and paddled.  What will Daddy do next?"
     Dread turned to fear again and Jessica jerked uselessly.  He
really
 was going to punish her.  Seriously!  He had only done that once, the
 time she had ignored his warnings at the Goldsmith's christmas party,
had
 a little too much champaign, and flirted with one of his business
 cronies.  Too tipsy to recall that the man was a dangerous leacher,
she
 had naively let him draw her to a back room where he had nearly
managed
 to take her dress from her.  Fortunately, Kevin had been alert enough
to
 follow and had knocked the drunk cold, but he was furious.  The
whipping
 she'd received, after his staggering lecture, was one that she would
 never be able to forget.
      Lost in the memory, Jessica nearly jumped from her skin when
 something tapped her bottom.
      "Paying attention?" Kevin asked, letting the object rest across
her
 cheeks.
      She recognized it instantly.  The riding crop!
      Falling into tears, Jessica cried muffled pleas, willing to
swear
 she would never cross him again if he would just reconsider.  Nothing
 hurt like the crop!
      "Too late," he said, as if reading her thoughts.  "Now, let me
see.
 I think twenty strokes will be enough to cover your willful behavior
and
 refusal to take care of yourself, but there's also the seventeen for
your
 foul mouth and disobedience.  That's thirty-seven all together,
baby."
      Jessica wailed into the gag.  He was going to kill her!
      But Kevin Kenhill would never brutalize his wife.  When the
first
 stoke fell it cut across her right cheek hard enough to leave a
stinging
 red mark, but not so viciously that it actually raised a welt.
      "MMMF!"  Jessica cried, feeling the sting radiate up her back
and
 down to her toes.
      "That's good, baby.  Count each one for Daddy."
      Three more blows feel in rapid succession, cutting the air with
a
 whine, crisscrossing the same tortured cheek.
      Jessica's responsive cry was long and piercing despite the
muffling
 effects of the gag.
      It was also a mistake from Kevin's point of view.  The strokes
 stopped suddenly, but the tip of the crop tapped thoughtfully against
her
 bottom.
      "You're not doing it right, baby," he pointed out, sounding
vaguely
 impatient.  "Do you want me to repeat them?"
      "Mmmnnnn!" she protested, shaking her head hard enough to make
 herself dizzy.
      "Well, then...."
      "Mmmf!   Mmmf!   Mmmf!"  Jessica dutifully cried the missing
count,
 sobbing at the trails of fire he had ignited.  The velvety blindfold
was
 now damp and clinging.
      Kevin praised her and resumed his work, giving due attention to
her
 left cheek and then jumping irregularly between them, lashing
steadily
 until the count had reached twenty-six.
      "Mmmfmmmf!" Jessica whimpered the last.  Her rear was completely
 ablaze now, the remnants of each stroke pulsing hotly with a fiery
life
 of their own.  Her wrists and ankles joined the symphony with a pain
 uniquely theirs, chaffed from all her twisting.
      "Only ten more," Kevin supplied, slightly breathless.  His hand
 touched her agonized globes, making her flinch and weep harder into
the
 sodden blindfold.
      "Too many I think," he speculated, drawing away.  "Do you think
 you've learned your lesson?"
      Praying that he was serious, Jessica violently nodded her head,
 accenting it with muffled agreement.
      "No more swearing?"
      She was so relieved she didn't think quickly enough to respond.
      Whack!
      The crop landed vertically between her cheeks, igniting her
 sensitive anus and stinging the exposed part of her sex.
      "MMMMMF!" she shrieked.
      "Twenty-seven," Kevin agreed.  "If you don't have an answer,
Jess,
 I can keep going."
      Jessica shook her head wildly.
      "Good girl, that's what I want to see," Kevin praised.
      He left her then, she could hear his footsteps on the carpet,
but
 he returned a moment later, his presence making itself known by
another
 click and whirr of the camera.
      "This one is 'after'," he declared.  "And would you just look at
 that color."
      Defeated by pain and humiliation, Jessica lay limp and said
nothing.
      Presently, after various sounds of coming and going, Jessica
felt
 the bed shift and realized Kevin had come to sit beside her.  A
moment
 later she felt the wondrous coolness of lotion being squeezed on each
of
 her burning cheeks.  Kevin smoothed the cream all around and then
down
 her cleft, careful not to apply too much pressure, and even
mercifully
 gave up the traditional patting.
      "Lie still for a while," he said kindly, leaving the bed.  His
lips
 brushed her temple.  "Just try to rest.  Daddy's going to go find his
 angel some dinner."

      After what she'd just experienced, Jessica would have said that
she
 wasn't hungry, but when the door opened again, a long while later,
the
 rich scent of food made her stomach growl noisily.
      "Hungry, baby?"  By the humor in his voice, Kevin had obviously
 heard.
      Jessica was untied, the straps removed completely, and allowed
to
 roll on her back where he leaned her against a pillow.  He took the
gag
 from her mouth and didn't retie her, but he refused to remove the
 blindfold.  Her bottom still hurt, making her shift uncomfortably,
but
 the promise of what he was offering made it seem suddenly
insignificant.
      "Open up," he said, sitting on the bed beside her.
      The food he brought was a rich brothy stew, filled with the
scant
 amount of beef she was allowed, but plentiful with vegetables.  He
fed
 her slowly and efficiently, neither dallying nor spilling a single
drop.
 When the last scrape to the bottom of the bowl was made, her meal was
 washed down with a rare taste of creamy milk.  Sated and drowsy,
Jessica
 sighed and lay back, hoping he was finished with her and would allow
her
 to go to bed.
      "Daddy's baby is tired, isn't she?" Kevin asked sweetly,
trailing
 his fingers lightly over the blindfold and down her cheek.
      "Very," Jessica agreed in a murmur.
      "In that case," Kevin said more briskly.  "I think I can be
 persuaded to postpone the rest until tomorrow."
      "The rest?"  Some of her drowsiness abated.  She certainly
didn't
 like the sound of that.
      "Well, you've already had your punishment, and you did very well
I
 might add, but that was just the beginning.  Tomorrow I think it's
time
 we got down to business and worked on discipline."
      "Oh no, Kevin!"  Jessica immediatly sat up, fully awake.
Discipline
 was the worst possible of lessons.  With all his loving
consideration,
 she had hoped she had escaped the possibility.
      "It's for your own good, baby," Kevin insisted, in a voice that
said
 he wouldn't be swayed.  At the same time he gripped her shoulders and
 started to push her back.
      "Please," she begged, straining against him, prepared to plead
 shamelessly.
      "Forget it, Jess."  He tightened his fingers.  "It won't work
and
 if you don't stop now I may just decide to start with the ten strokes
you
 still owe me."
      He was serious and, already sore, she relented.  If she obeyed
now
 maybe, just maybe, she could sway him tomorrow.  She collapsed back
in
 apparent defeat.
      "You can try," Kevin said, knowing her too well.  "But either
way
 you still need some sleep.  Lie all the way down now."
      Jessica squirmed down and laid flat, her head cradled in the
pillow.
 "Stomach?" she suggested.
      "Not tonight, baby."
      That figured, but she knew better than to argue.  She stayed
still
 on her back and didn't protest when the straps were refastened, not
until
 he pulled them tight, spreading her completely.
      "I can't sleep like this," she objected, testing the tightness
of
 the bindings and finding she could barely move.
      "Oh, you'll sleep," he laughed confidently.
      Worried about his smugness, Jessica was helpless to do anything
but
 wait.  Presently, Kevin's hand patted her hip.
      "Lift up for Daddy, angel."
      She didn't want to, suspecting his intent, but raised her bottom
 anyway.  Sure enough another diaper was slipped beneath her.  This
time,
 however, Kevin didn't fasten it.
      "Hummmm.  We can't have Daddy's baby getting a rash," he said
almost
 to himself, running his hand over her naked pubis.  "How about a
little
 baby oil?"
       It was all for her benefit.  Kevin already knew what he was
going
 to do.  Even as he spoke, Jessica felt the first oily drops dribble
over
 her mound and trickle downward.  The oil was cool and tickled her
 sensitive exposed parts, making her squirm.  Kevin responded by
 increasing the flow until she was slick from the thin riverlets.
      Laughing, Kevin didn't stop until she was completely bathed in
the
 stuff, to the point where it had started to trail over her
unprotected
 anus.  There was a moment's pause, as he presumably discarded the
bottle,
 and then his warm hand was cupping her.
      "We have to make sure you're well coated," he teased, running
his
 fingers over her lips and down between them.
      Moaning, Jessica pressed her head back into the pillow.  His
slow
 firm movements, seductively pressuring the edges of her aroused sex,
were
 driving her wild with desire.  He worked diligently, his fingers
 massaging and caressing the oil into all of her folds and crevices,
but
 never quite reached her sensitive nub.
      "Oh God!"  Jessica begged, squirming as best she could to urge
him
 further.
      Her husband laughed deeply and responded by slowly, sensually,
 slipping his index finger inside of her.
      Jessica groaned and bit her lip.
      Moving the digit in and out, spreading the warming oil to mix
with
 her own hot juices, Kevin murmured appreciation at her uncontrollable
 undulations, but refused her any respite.
      For a long while he continued to tease her, eventually adding
his
 thumb and forefinger to the fray to brush and roll her swollen clit.
      Jessica moaned, begging him to yield enough pressure to release
the
 tide of pleasure building within.
      But Kevin wasn't finished with her yet.
      As soon as she was on the verge of cumming, her body racked and
 shaking with blissful anticipation, he suddenly withdrew his fingers.
      "Please!" she whimpered, bucking her hips in a desperate attempt
to
 resume the contact.
      Kevin had no such intention.
      "I'd say you're oiled enough now," he laughed, leisurely pulling
up
 the diaper and fastening the tabs.
      Half out of her mind with need, Jessica writhed and sobbed.
"No!
 Please, Kevin!  Please don't leave me like this!"
      "What is it, baby?" he asked casually, placing his hand ever so
 lightly on the front of the diaper.  "Does my angel need something
from
 her Daddy?"
      Jessica jumped at the contact and rolled her hips.  "Please,"
she
 sobbed, knowing what he wanted, but not wanting to say it.
      "You have to ask Daddy," Kevin prompted, wiggling his fingers.
 "Tell him what you want."
      Humiliated, but helpless against the fire of desire, she had no
 choice but surrender.  "Please, Daddy," she chocked, hating her
weakness.
 "Please make me cumm."
      With a soft laugh, Kevin rewarded her, but not in a way she
 appreciated.  Instead on slipping his fingers into the lining and
 caressing her to fulfillment, he ran his hand firmly up and down over
the
 diaper, digging his fingers in to achieve the maximum pressure,
 deliberately bringing her to pleasure with the very object of her
misery.
     "No!  Oh, God!" Jessica screamed, trying vainly to deny his
 manipulations.
      It was no use.  She was too close to the edge.
      "No!  Oh!  Aaaah!  Aaaah!  Noooooaaaaahhhhhhh!
      Jessica arched against the limited range of her bindings, lost
in
 a torrent of emotional agony and physical pleasure.  She sobbed, and
 convulsed, and screamed, until, shaking violently, she dropped back
into
 a haze of misty blackness.
      "Oh, baby, that was beautiful," Kevin breathed, bathing her face
in
 shower of loving kisses.
      Jessica was too dazed and too numb with exhaustion to utter a
sound.
      "Baby?" Kevin patted her face.  "Jess?"
      "Mmmmm," she finally managed against the pull of oblivion
      "Are you still with me?"
      Another pat touched her face, almost a slap.
      "Mummmm?" she whimpered
      "That's my girl," her husband murmured, still sounding pleased.
 "Now, I'm going to be sleeping in here tonight, but not until later.
I
 don't want to startle you, alright?"
      "Mummmmm."  She dimly understood.
      He stood and kissed her forehead.  "Think you can sleep now?" he
 asked, teasing.
      Already halfway there, Jessica nodded sleepily.
      "Good," Kevin murmured, lacing it with ominous promise.  "You're
 going to need your rest, angel."


End of Chapter 5

                             Healing Jess
                               Part 9

                              By: Liette


      Jessica woke abruptly from a dead sleep to the feel of something
 being pushed into her bottom.
      What? she started to cry, but it came out as a strangled,
muffled
 groan, the gag in her mouth obliterating coherency.  She inhaled
sharply
 through her nose, realizing that she was on her stomach, blindfolded,
 forcibly muted, and bound in a taut, naked spreadeagle.
      "You're awake.  Good."  Kevin's voice intruded crisply.
      This was no loving greeting.  At the same time the object within
her
 wiggled and she realized it was his finger.
      "Don't tense up on me, Jess," her husband commanded against her
 involuntary movements.  His fingers pinched her bottom painfully.
"I'm
 taking your temperature and I want you to be perfectly still."
      Overcoming initial shock, Jessica buried her face in the bed,
 removed of her pillow, and gave a deep mournful sob.  He was going to
do
 it, she knew beyond all doubts.  He had already started.  He was
going
 to discipline her.
      "Don't start," he commanded harshly.
      Another pinch made her choke the tears back.
      "That's better," he responded, pulling his finger from within
her
 and instantly replacing it with the cold glass thermometer.  "Now
behave
 and don't move."
      There were no kisses this time, no comfort.  Jessica was left to
 endure her humiliation alone.
      Long minutes later, Kevin returned and retrieved the
thermometer,
 pulling it out in one swift motion.  No words passed, only the faint
 scratch of pen on paper, and then he was holding her wrist.
     Undoing the first of the four ties that held her, Kevin didn't
 release her for an instant.  The soft strap slipped away, but was
 replaced immediately by a broad, stiff leather cuff that reached
halfway
 up her forearm.
     "Mmmmm," Jessica pleaded tearfully.  She knew where all this was
 leading and wanted desperately to escape it.
      "No more, Jess," Kevin ordered instantly, his fingers tightening
 like steel bands.  "I don't want to hear it.  You are not speak
unless
 I tell you to.  Understood?"
      The pressure on her arm increased until Jessica nodded.  He was
 serious and there was nothing she could do to stop him.  Protest
would
 only give her more to endure.
      Kevin dropped her arm and went around the bed to seize the
other.
 It too was freed and secured in a leather cuff, but he didn't drop
it.
 Instead, he reached across her and took the first, binding the two
 together with a pair of clips.
      Miserable, Jessica wanted to at least stretch her arms to get
more
 comfortable, but he wasn't going to allow it.  Pulling them forward
he
 dragged her toward the end of the bed, not stopping until her bottom
was
 at the edge and her knees were bent and spread uncomfortably.  When
she
 was finally where he wanted her, he pulled her captive arms high over
her
 head and secured them to something he must have already attached to
the
 head of the bed.  She knew better than to try and drag herself back.
     "Hummm, not good enough," Kevin murmured, tracing a finger along
the
 inside of her strained and trembling thigh.  "I think maybe I should
use
 the slings this time."
      It took all of her will for Jessica not to give voice to the
wail
 building inside of her.  Oh, God!  He wasn't going to show her any
mercy!
      Sure enough, after a lot of noise and jostling, Jessica felt her
 husband take her ankle.  When it was free, her first instinct was to
kick
 out, but she instantly quelled it.  He would do far worse if she did.
 Numb with dread, she didn't resist when he lifted her leg and bent
her
 knee back, slipping her foot and calf into a rough canvas sling.
From
 experience, she knew that it was dangling from the joint connecting
the
 far corner of the canopy.  The setup offered her little room for
 movement, but just to be sure, Kevin raised her leg with one hand,
 creating a degree of slack, and tightened a series of laces with the
 other, sealing the lower end of the sling tightly around her leg.  He
 then repeated the entire procedure on her other leg.
      When Kevin was finished, Jessica was dangling from her lower
 extremities, her upper body stretched across the pillows he'd placed
 under the small of her back and curve of her neck.  Her bottom was
raised
 several inches and her entire nether region was mercilessly exposed
and
 spread.
      Just the way he wanted it.

      Standing at the end of the bed, Kevin viewed his work with
 satisfaction.  His poor little angel was completely and utterly
helpless
 now and hating every minute of it.  Which was part of the whole
purpose,
 he reflected.  It was difficult for him not to relent, touched by the
 sight of her unhappiness, but his own self-dictated rules allowed him
no
 room to comfort her.  Such kindness would only put to risk all he
hoped
 to accomplish, and right now she needed the full impact of this
lesson
 more than anything else.  She needed to learn.
      Studying Jessica's spread form, Kevin recalled that he had only
done
 this twice in their years of marriage and only because he had felt
that
 such extremes were necessary.  Still, he couldn't deny the warmth
that
 built in his loins at seeing his wife this way.  In this state there
was
 nothing she could hide from him.  Hotly, his gaze traveled over her
 beautiful taut breasts, the rosy nipples standing erect with fear and
 anticipation, down the flat of her stomach, quivering now ever so
 slightly, and still down further until it had settled between her
wide
 spread legs.  He could see it all this way.  Her smooth shorn mound,
her
 naked layered folds, her sweetly vulnerable clit, her soft yielding
 entrance.  All of it, all in its glistening glory, still slick with
last
 night's baby oil.  All the way down to her bare, winking little anus.
      For a long torturous minute all he could think was how very much
he
 would love to take it all into his mouth, warming and wetting it with
 long slow strokes of his tongue.
      But he couldn't, not yet.  He gave his head a firm shake to
dispel
 the image.  Perhaps when he was done....
      Suppressing his lustful urges, Kevin gathered his wits and
pulled
 the metal framed vanity chair to set it just at the end of the bed,
right
 in front of her unwilling offering.  He had already moved the chest
that
 normally sat there off to one side, but had kept it within easy
reach.
 Its glossy surface was now laid with all of his assorted "equipment".
      Smiling, Kevin decided he was ready to begin.
      Surveying his stock, Kevin's gaze fell first to the nearest end
of
 the chest.  Resting on a cloth mat that protected the fine wood
beneath,
 two bowls sat side by side.  Both were metal, one covered in a sheen
of
 dew that hinted at the chill of the ice water within, the other was
 wrapped in a mist of steam.  He dipped his fingers in the latter.
      Not too hot, he mused silently, pleased that it had cooled
enough
 in the past fifteen minutes.  This was a new idea and he was eager to
 test it.  He picked up an orange sponge and dropped it in.
Depositing
 a blue one in the other, he smiled at the cold droplets that
spattered
 his hand and watched it darken as it sank below the surface of ice
cubes
 and expanded.  He had picked these particular sponges purposely, for
the
 large capacity of their pores.
      While he waited for his prizes to absorb and fill, Kevin turned
his
 attention back to his wife.  She lay still and tense, spread and
 dangling, waiting helplessly for what he would inflict on her.  So
 vulnerable, he thought, feeling a slight tremor shoot through his
heart.
 He loved her so very, very....
    Resisting the urge to take advantage and fondle her
affectionately,
 he quickly reached for the towels he had placed on the floor and
 efficiently tucked one beneath her bottom.  She jumped slightly, her
legs
 swaying, but didn't utter a sound.
      Soon, baby, he thought, anticipation overcoming his momentary
lapse.
 He reached for the orange sponge.  Shaking it a few times over the
bowl
 to remove any betraying droplets, he then brought it, heavy and full,
and
 set lightly on her naked mound.  Jessica made a soft sound at the
heat,
 but didn't squirm until he pressed it firmly, releasing a wash of hot
 water to spill over and between her defenseless lips.
      "Mmmmm," she whimpered when the first riverlet pooled against
her
 moist opening.  Due to the angle it passed over quickly, trickling in
a
 steam down her open cleft until it slowed, bathing her anus, and
dribbled
 onto the towel.
      At the first touch of the water on her puckered rose, the tight
ring
 of muscles began to wink spastically, trying vainly to fend off the
 assault.  Kevin's response was to squeeze the sponge more tightly,
 renewing the flow.
      Dear God! he thought, watching her tight back entrance flex and
 twitch.  He would like nothing more than to open it for her, to allow
the
 warm river an alternate passage, but that was out of the question at
the
 moment.  Kevin had come too far to allow such manipulation to take on
a
 negative context.  He would indulge later perhaps, secretly, during
her
 next treatment.  Until then, he would just have to control himself.
     With that thought in mind and all too aware of the bulge growing
 beneath his sweatpants, Kevin tried to school his urges and lifted
the
 sponge from her.  Setting it on the towel, he inserted his fingers
and
 tenderly parted her lips.  Leaning forward he blew gently all up and
down
 her glistening folds.
      Squirming at the chill, Jessica moaned deep and low.
      "Not a sound," Kevin warned sternly, flicking his index finger
 sharply against her clit.
      She jumped and quieted.
      "Good girl," he praised enthusiastically, retrieving the sponge.
 It was light now, the bulk of the water gone, but still damp enough
to
 be useful.  He brought it back to her mound and began to wipe at her
in
 short firm strokes.  He could feel her body tense with each new
contact,
 but ignored this as he continued down between her lips, over and
around
 her sex, and then down to swab around her anus, removing all traces
of
 the oil.
      When Jessica was good and clean, Kevin sat back and watched her.
 He knew what his manipulation could do to her and the moment he saw
the
 first signs of betrayal he smiled to himself in silent triumph.
     "You're doing well, baby," he told her.  Then forcing a more
 discouraging voice,  "But Daddy doesn't like this."  As he spoke, he
 pressed his forefinger into her sex and pulled it out to trace the
 moistness up her thigh.  "Maybe you should cool down for a while."
      Confident, Kevin pulled all the way back then, with all the
 impression that he was going to leave her be, and watched her
unknowingly
 relax.  Just as he had known she would.  Grinning devilishly, he
reached
 for the blue sponge.
      Shaking it out, with extreme care not to inadvertently betray
his
 charade, Kevin brought his instrument of torment to hover several
inches
 over her puffy, moistened lips.  Then, suddenly and without warning,
he
 wrung it with both hands, releasing a torrent of liquid torture.
      "MMMMMMM!"  Jessica bucked and rocked under the onslaught of
frigid
 water.  Her arms jerked and strained against the V'd straps that
 stretched her cuffed wrists to the head of the bed.  At the same time
her
 legs kicked, swinging wildly above his head.
      Kevin merely nodded his satisfaction and ducked away, watching
her
 writhe several inches backward, vainly trying to flee.  He let her go
 without comment and in moments she had retreated as far as the limits
of
 her bindings would allow.
      Content with the effect, Kevin decided to ingrain in his wife's
mind
 just how truly helpless she really was.  Dipping the sponge back amid
the
 ice cubes, he pulled it out, dripping and heavy, and cradled it in
his
 hand.  Without a thought to mercy, he then bent carefully forward
again
 and cupped it firmly, right between her legs.  The water was no less
 frigid and under the pressure of his fingers filled her every
crevice.
      "MMMF!  MMMMM!"  Jessica grunted and spasmed, thrashing wildly
as
 she discovered she had no where else to run.
      "Not a sound!" Kevin ordered, using his free hand to slap the
 exposed side of her buttocks.  "Do you want me to get the crop?"
      Jessica's cries instantly whimpered into silence, but she
continued
 to writhe as he pressed the last drops of water against her bare
skin.
     "Be still!" he commanded, gripping the back of her knee to help
her.
 "If you don't settle down this instant, Jessica Marie, I will tie you
 down in the tub and give you an ice bath."
      It was an idea born of inspiration and did the job better than
any
 threat had done before.  Jessica froze instantly, her body jerking to
a
 stop, rigid from head to toe.
      Wonderful!  Kevin gloated silently.  Not that he would ever do
such
 a thing, not now when she wasn't completely well.  He would never
subject
 her already weakened system to something that could so easily make
her
 ill.
      But she didn't need to know that.
      "Very good," he continued more evenly, knowing she was hanging
on
 his every word.  "That was lesson one, baby.  Now let's see if
Daddy's
 little girl has learned anything about control."
      All but voicing his intent, Kevin let Jessica stew a moment in
 dreadful anticipation before filling the sponge again and repeating
what
 he'd just done.
      There was no sound this time, no violent movements, only a
trembling
 in her legs and rippling in stomach muscles that betrayed her
discomfort.
      Pleased, Kevin discarded the blue sponge and retrieved the
orange.
 Wringing it out, he draped it gently over her reddened folds.
      Soothed by the relief, some of the tension eased from Jessica's
 stiff frame.
      "That was very good, baby," Kevin rewarded her, secretly glad he
 could offer her a tiny respite.  "But now that you're clean on the
 outside, Daddy wants to do the inside too."
      Jessica moaned into her gag and he patted her leg.
      "Remember what you've learned," he warned.
      Leaving his wife to stew again, Kevin tossed the sponges away
and
 picked up an empty douche.  It was a small clear plastic bottle with
a
 separate angled spout, not unlike her medication applicator, that
could
 be screwed on once the container had been filled.  Tossing the
plastic
 cylinder between his hands, he pondered the two bowls.  Presently, he
 dropped the spout in the hot water and immersed the bottle in the
cold.
 When the container was full he dried the outside, already chilled,
and
 screwed the warmed nozzle on top.  Smearing the spout with K-Y, he
turned
 back to his wife.
      At the first touch of his fingers on the edges of her moist
 entrance, Jessica started, but quickly stilled.  Silently praising
her
 control, he parted the delicate folds and slowly slipped the nozzle
in
 as deep as it would go.  Feeling the warmth, she unsuspectingly
relaxed.
      Poor Jess, Kevin thought with a pang of guilt.  His conscious
wasn't
 plagued enough, however, to keep him from inverting the bottle and
 quickly giving it a firm squeeze.
      Jessica's body heaved and arched in involuntary response to the
icy
 water that mercilessly flooded her moist hot depths.  Watching her
jaw
 clamp violently, Kevin could almost hear the hiss as the frigid
liquid
 quenched the growing fires within.  Lukewarm from its journey, the
water
 soon began to escape around his hand, forcibly expelled onto the
already
 sodden towel.  Rolling her head from side to side, Jessica began to
sob.
      When the last of the water flushed out of her, Kevin quickly
 refilled the bottle, using the warm, and repeated the procedure more
 slowly.  The relief he gave was intense.  Collapsing back, Jessica
sobbed
 more softly while her body began to tremble as she released the iron
grip
 on her muscles.
      Laying the douche aside, Kevin stood and moved around the bed to
sit
 beside his precious wife.  Resisting the urge to stroke her brow in
 comfort, he settled for patting her head.
      "Exceptional," he praised, in the smooth tones of a satisfied
 parent.  "You did very, very well, baby.  You passed your first
lesson
 with flying colors and that deserves a reward."
      To prove he wasn't lying, Kevin gently raised her head and
removed
 the ball gag.
      Jessica breathed in deep ragged gasps, sobbing all the while.
      "Quiet down," Kevin instructed, keeping it soft so as not to
drive
 her into a frenzy of tears.  If he meant to continue it was important
 that he keep a careful balance.
      His unhappy little wife bit her lip and struggled to obey.
 Presently, she regained control again.
      "Very good, baby," he praised generously, wanting nothing more
than
 to take her in his arms.  He forced the urge down only with great
effort.
 "See how much you've learned already?"
      There was no response, but he hadn't really expected one.
Making
 sure his voice held just the right amount of authority, he used his
 fingers to tip her chin.
      "You're doing great, baby, so next we're going to work on
expanding
 your control.  First, though, I want to give you some breakfast.
Now,
 I'm going to release your arms, but I don't want you to move them.
 Understand?"
       Jessica bit her lip again and nodded.
        Working efficiently, Kevin untied the leather straps and
unclipped
the cuffs.  He paused for a moment, tempting her to disobey, but she
only
 waited.  Pleased, he pulled her arms forward and helped her to sit,
 slipping behind her to prop her in an awkward V with his own body.
      "Are you hungry?" he asked kindly.
      To his surprise she answered that she was, a very tiny, hesitant
 "yes".
      Further heartened by her appetite, Kevin retrieved a thermos
from
 the nightstand.  Uncapping it, he poured some of the contents into
the
 lid.  It was leftover broth from the stew he'd made the night before
and
 he knew it would go far in replenishing her.  Steadying her with his
arm,
 he tipped it to her lips.
      Jessica sipped tentatively at first, but discovering the rich
 flavor, began to drink greedily.  He let her have her fill, almost
three
 cups, before wiping her lips and setting the thermos aside again.
      "Lay back down now," he instructed, slipping out from behind her
and
 easing her down.
      She did and, much to his relief and delight, stretched her arms
back
 over her head.  At this point, had she fought him in desperation or
 begged him to stop, he would have done so without hesitation.
Patting
 her cheek by way of reward, Kevin clipped the cuffs back together and
 retied them to the straps.
      "We're going to start now, baby," he said, once he'd returned to
his
 seat.  "I'm not going to gag you this time, but I want you to
remember
 everything you've learned."
      While Jessica shivered in fearful anticipation, Kevin scanned
his
 assorted "tools".  From here on out he planned to stick to routine,
with
 minor variations or course, but with the same underlying theme.  Two
many
 wild diversions in one session would push the limits of her
tolerance.
      When he finally decided that his wife had waited long enough,
Kevin
 reached for a slim six inch flesh toned vibrator, no thicker than his
 thumb.  Inverting it so that the tip was aimed at the floor, he
gently
 laid it between her naked lips.
      "Do you know what this is?" he asked casually.
      Jessica nodded.
      "That's not the right response, baby," he warned, tapping her
 lightly with the instrument.
      "Y...yes, Daddy," she quickly stammered.
      "Very good.  Now these are the rules.  Daddy is going to do
 everything in his power to make you very, very hot, but you are not
to
 cumm until he gives you permission.  You can ask him to let you, beg
if
 you want, but you are not, under any circumstance, to cumm until he
tells
 you.  If you do, Daddy will punish you severely and then start all
over
 again until you finally get it right.  Does my baby understand?"
      "Yes, Daddy," Jessica whispered.
      Kevin knew she did.  His wife was already intimately familiar
with
 his expectations and his seriousness about her absolute obedience.
The
 first time he had disciplined her she had failed to listen and had
 indulged in pleasurable release the moment she had felt the urge.  He
had
 rewarded her accordingly, by keeping the vibrator mercilessly pressed
to
 her sensitized clit until she had repeated her orgasm three more
times.
 Afterward he had told her that that should take care of her desires
and
 had begun her discipline again at square one.  Weeping, she hadn't
failed
 him again.
      "Alright then.  We're going to begin," Kevin announced, casting
a
 sidelong glance at the assortment of leather straps that could hold
the
 instrument in place should it become necessary to leave it for an
 extended period of time.
      Shaking his head at his lack of faith, he quickly raised the
 vibrator and flicked the switch that would set it into motion.  It
sprang
 to life in his hand and he couldn't repress a grimace.  These
sessions
 were nearly as torturous for him.  Already he was rock hard and
 throbbing, but knew he wouldn't allow himself release any sooner than
he
 allowed her.  Jessica might not realize it, but this was a lesson in
 control for both of them.
      Gripping the vibrator firmly, Kevin lowered it slowly to barely
 brush the quivering tip along the edges of her outer lips.
      "Ohhh!"  Jessica jumped as if his touch had taken her by
surprise.
      Kevin grinned and let the tip roll slowly down the edges of her
 folds, running it in tiny circles up and down her sex and then over
the
 smooth curve of her mound.  A thin sheen of dampness begin to spring
from
 her hot center and Jessica began to shiver.  When Kevin teasingly
brought
 the tip to nestle it in the tiny fold just above flesh of her hood,
her
 shivers turned to outright trembling.
      "Muuummmmm," Jessica moaned and wiggled her hips to try to force
him
 lower.
      Kevin responded by withdrawing the vibrator and clicking it off.
 He sat back and waited for her to grow quiet again.
      When Jessica had stopped squirming, her trembles abated, he
flicked
 the switch again and brought the tip back to tease deeper between her
 folds.  Working in long seductive strokes, he soon had his little
wife
 squirming again, and again he pulled back to wait.
      This went on for what must have seemed at eternity of his
tormented
 little wife.  Each time, Kevin grew bolder, touching her deeper,
bringing
 her higher toward mindless pleasure, but at the last instant always
 denying her.  Eventually, he began to intersperse his taunts with
brief
 brushes to her engorged clit, causing her to pant and grunt in
 frustration.  By the time he was ready to move on to something new,
 Jessica was shaking and twisting, her entire cleft glistening and
damp.
      "P... please, Daddy," she pleaded when he withdrew the
instrument,
 speaking for the first time since he had begun.  "Please may I cumm?"
      Kevin couldn't help but laugh.  "Baby, don't be silly.  It's
much
 too soon for that."
      Jessica groaned and rolled her head from side to side.
      Watching her, Kevin decided he had really gotten her worked up
this
 time.  She was so close to the edge now that he knew that she would
never
 hold out if he continued.  Best then to let her cool down for a
while.
      Very quietly Kevin rose and headed for the bathroom.  He had
managed
 to put a leash on his own desires for the moment so he took advantage
to
 relieve his bladder.  Washing his hands, he studied himself in the
 mirror.  He really did need a shave, but fingering the stubble, he
 decided it would have to wait.
      He didn't want his baby to get too cool.

 Continued.....

                            Healing Jess
                              Part 10

                             By: Liette


      Returning to his seat, Kevin pondered his options.  Still
 wanting a shave and conscious of the fact that he hadn't had time
 to attend to any of his morning rituals, he decided it would be
 advantageous to continue with something that would give him some
 freedom without giving his wife any respite.  Smiling devilishly,
 he reached for another of his recent purchases from Frawling's.
      Without a word, Kevin picked up the hot pink squeeze bottle
 and studiously read the label.  All the while, Jessica lay quietly,
 having regained tentative control of her muscles and breathing.
 She was still aroused, however, her little clit swollen and
 twitching in the folds of her glistening lips.
      Yes, her precious little button, Kevin thought.  Oh, so
 sensitive.  His smile turned downright wicked.  Dropping the bottle
 to his lap, he silently pulled on a pair of rubber surgical gloves.
 The jell he was about to apply to his wife was labeled  "Dr.
 Tingle" and with good reason.  Once it contacted with bare skin,
 the active ingredient would induce a tingling sensation that was
 not quite burning and not quite itching.  Like thousands of tiny
 crawling insects, he recalled, having previously tested a smudge on
 the soft vulnerable skin of his wrist.  Applied to even more
 sensitive regions, it would drive his wife insane.
      Retrieving the bottle and uncapping it, Kevin squeezed a dime
 sized dollop onto his finger.  Leaning forward he almost touched
 her, but suddenly sat back.  How nice it would be to tease her a
 bit, to pray on the advantages of anticipation to draw her
 endurance out to the very limits.  He rose and went to sit by her
 side.
      Jessica started slightly at his unexpected presence and tipped
 her head in his direction.
      Kevin knew she was confused, not understanding his intentions,
 so he let her wonder for a moment before carefully bending to roll
 his tongue lightly over and around each of her wonderfully flushed
 breasts.
      "Mmmmmm, yesss," Jessica groaned, arching her back to meet
 him.
      Kevin pulled back and smiled at her.  Her rosy nubs were erect
 now with pleasurable excitement.  Dividing the dollop between both
 his forefingers he rolled each with his thumbs and then reached to
 pinch her nipples.  Caressing them firmly, he liberally coated
 every inch of the dark pink circles.
      Jessica moaned deep in her throat.
      The jell would be pleasantly cool at first, he knew, and
 then....
      "Ahhhhh?" Surprised, Jessica bucked and squirmed her shoulders
 in a vain attempt to escape the sudden and maddening sensation.  A
 thousand insects were praying on her sensitive buttons and she
 could do nothing to stop them.
      Merrily, Kevin patted her head and stood.
      "Wait!" she shrieked after him.  "Please!  Don't!  What is
 it?!"
      Leaving her twisting in confusion, Kevin ignored her pleas and
 went to have his shave.
      For nearly a minute, Jessica cries carried to him.  When she
 realized the futility, however, she regressed into deep sobbing
 moans.  Kevin listened with a smile for a while until the hum of
 his electric razor drowned them out.  The jell would stay fully
 active for about twenty minutes, the instructions had said, and
 would eventually fade altogether in another ten.  He took his time
 then and even washed and dried his hair.  When he was finished he
 returned to find his wife limp and whimpering.
       "Did you like that, baby?"  His sudden appearance made her
 jump.
      Jessica shook her head, too taxed to answer.
      "Shame on you," he reproved her immediately, running his
 finger up between her gentle folds.  "Daddy thinks you liked it
 very much."  He trailed his finger over her mound as proof.  She
 was wetter now than when he had left her.
      Jessica squirmed and shook her head again.
      "It's too bad you feel you have to lie to me, baby," Kevin
 continued, silently amazed at her willpower.  "Now Daddy has to
 prove that you aren't being honest."
      As he spoke Kevin pulled on the gloves again and reached for
 the bottle.  When he sat on the edge of the bed, Jessica wept and
 tried to shift away from him.
      "Enough of that," Kevin commanded.  "Lie still."
      "No more," she moaned.  "Please, no more."
      Kevin ignored her pleas and squeezed a small dollop directly
 on each of her hard little nubs.  She wailed and twitched, but he
 smoothed the jell all around to cover her thoroughly.  Then he
 stood and went to stand between her legs.
      "You know what?" he asked casually over her growing sobs.  "I
 think someone down here is getting jealous."
      Her cries chocked to sniffles as she struggled to understand
 his meaning.
      To make it clear, Kevin used his pinky, untainted by the
 lotion, to tap her clit.
      Jessica went into motion instantly.  "No!" she shrieked,
 bucking and jerking in ernest.  "Please, don't!  Oh, God!  Please,
 don't put it there!"
      But Kevin wasn't going to be moved.  The renewed flow between
 her legs, soaking her sex, betrayed the truth in her protests.
 Like it or not she was extremely excited.
      Without answering her cries, Kevin squeezed a large dollop
 onto his finger and dabbed it delicately on her clit.
      "Noooooooo!" Jessica cried, convulsing.
      He let it sit a moment, long enough to grow fully active, and
 then lightly began caressing it in, coating the swollen bud and
 covering the sensitive hood.  Then, wickedly, he began to rub her
 more firmly.
      "Oh, God!" she cried, rocking her hips.  "P...please stop!
 Pleeeasseeee!  Oh, please, let me cumm!"
      "Don't you dare!" Kevin shouted.  It was the only way to
 penetrate her cries.  He stopped his fondling and slapped her
 buttocks.  "If you do, Jessica Marie, I'll know it and then I'll
 make you very sorry that you didn't listen to me!"
       "Y... you're leaving?!" she wailed, understanding his intent.
 "No!  Please don't leave me like this!  Please let me cumm!"
      She was writhing in spasms now, trapped by the tingling jell,
 and trying desperately to close her legs to defiantly induce her
 own orgasm.
      But she wouldn't be able to, Kevin knew, assessing her
 efforts.  He had made sure of that the same way he had made sure
 she wasn't stimulated enough to tip herself over the edge without
 his help.
      Leaving her in misery, he left the room, locked the door on
 her sobbing pleas, and went in search of the Sunday paper.  He
 would need all the distraction he could get to subdue his own
 demanding needs.

      Oh, God, she needed to...!
      That was the only coherent thought in Jessica's mind.  At the
 moment her whole world was centered on the horribly denied desires
 between her legs.  Even the maddening tingling that had consumed
 her nipples had faded in comparison to the light all consuming
 tickle below.
      "Uuunghhhh!"  She rocked her hips from side to side, trying
 desperately brush her pulsing sex against the insides of her legs.
 She could make herself climax then, rub herself to completion.  And
 she would, if only she could, threats or not.  She didn't care that
 Kevin would punish her, that he would make her regret it.  Her need
 was that great.
      But her efforts were futile.  Kevin had spread her too widely
 and she only succeeded in wearing herself out.
      Panting and sobbing, Jessica continued to squirm until she
 eventually felt the intensity of the tingling begin to abate.  At
 first she thought it was a product of her exhausted imagination,
 but in time it disappeared completely.  Starting to breath easier,
 she began to think that she might just survive with her sanity
 intact after all.
      Then Kevin returned.
      "What's wrong, baby?" her husband asked innocently over the
 click of the lock, making her start violently.  His voice moved
 closer.  "You don't look like you're enjoying yourself anymore."
      Submerged in a rush of dread, Jessica jumped and squealed when
 his fingers danced along her soaked slit.  Involuntarily her hips
 began to sway, trying to press his hand deeper.
      "No, no, baby," he laughed at her efforts, pulling back to
 keep only the barest contact.
      "P... Please," she whimpered.
      "Very soon," he responded, more gently than he had since her
 ordeal had begun, breathing hope into her like a waft of fresh air.
 "Just one more test, baby.  If you pass that, then Daddy is going
 to let you go and then he's going to make love to you and give you
 all the satisfaction you need."
      That thought filled Jessica with a violent pulse of sheer joy,
 a sensation that surprisingly had little to do her current physical
 state.  It was an emotional need he was attending to now.  The need
 to find balance again, to stand on equal footing, to return to the
 normalcy of husband and wife.  She wanted it so badly she was ready
 to surrender her immortal soul to whatever entity might be capable
 of giving her the strength to endure.
      "Would my baby like that?" Kevin asked, not knowing or not
 hinting that he knew the effect of what he was offering.
      "Y... yes, please," she begged.  God, please, yes!
      "Alright then."  Kevin was all business again and, by the
 location of his voice, sitting back between her legs.  "This is
 going to be difficult, baby, but just hang on for Daddy."

      Extremely pleased with his wife's endurance, Kevin raked his
 eyes over the items on the chest.  He had pushed her too quickly he
 decided, realizing how few of them had been used.  Then again, the
 combination of the tingle cream and his new water torture had been
 more effective than he had foreseen.  Combined, they had pushed her
 to the brink on a rocket and she had responded with more stamina
 than she had ever shown before.
      But now he intended to test that endurance.
      Since Jessica had already exceeded herself, Kevin knew he
 shouldn't and wouldn't punish her if she succumbed, but he hoped
 with all his heart that she would hold on.  It wasn't just that he
 craved her personal success, it was also that he wanted to be with
 her, to hold her in his arms, when she finally received the
 glorious bliss she so richly deserved.  And more importantly, he
 wanted it to be with him and not as a part of some strict lesson.
      Delivering a silent prayer, Kevin selected another vibrator,
 thicker than the last and ribbed, and rolled it up and down the
 sodden folds of her sex.
      Jessica moaned, but held steady.
      Once the length of it was thoroughly lubricated, he slowly
 began to slip it into the yielding folds of her moist hot center.
 She stretched around it, effortlessly taking it in, and when it was
 all the way, he flicked the switch that turned it on.
      "Ahhhhh!"  Jessica's legs spasmed and twitched.  Her body
 arched and shuddered.
      "Hang on, baby!  Hang on!"  Kevin coached, willing her every
 ounce of strength he possessed.
      Her tight inner lips flexed and clenched around the pulsing
 rod buried inside of her, but she didn't give in.
      "Good, baby!" Kevin praised.  His manhood was rock hard again
 and throbbing with anticipation.  He wanted badly to take her now,
 but....  "Only one more thing, baby.  Just one more and you'll be
 done."
      Jessica groaned deep and low.  "I... I can't!  Please!"
      "It's alright.  Just a little more.  You can do it, baby."
      As he encouraged her, Kevin once more slipped on a glove.
 Retrieving another dollop of tingle cream, he gently rubbed it on
 her anus.
      "Ahhhhh!  Goddddd!" Jessica screamed and bucked as the jell
 tingled to life.  "I... I can't!  Ohhh!  Ohhhh Godddd!  Pleassse!
 Pllleeeaaassseeee!"
      "Not yet!"  Kevin yelled over her, stripping off the glove and
 knowing he had little time.  "Wait for Daddy, baby!  Wait for me!"
      Working deftly despite his desperation, Kevin pulled the
 vibrator from within her, trying to buy time, and tore out the
 laces that held her in the slings.  He pulled her legs free as fast
 as he dared, careful not to stretch them too far too fast and
 quickly positioned himself to stop her from involuntarily closing
 them.  Kneeling between her knees he balanced forward and snatched
 at her cuffs.  Ignoring the straps, he removed them directly from
 her wrists.  As soon as they were free her arms darted around his
 neck.
      "Please!" she begged, clinging to him and spreading desperate
 kisses over face and throat.  "Nowwww!"
      Kevin didn't need any encouragement, in one quick motion he
 thrust forward, penetrating her welcoming center deeply and
 forcefully.
      "Pleeaaassssseee!" she wailed again, her body trembling
 convulsively with need, her deepest folds rippling and caressing
 him to madness.
      Nearly lost, it took Kevin a moment to understand.  Lord, she
 was still waiting for permission!
      "Yes, baby!  Yes!"
      With a scream of pure animal lust, Jessica seized Kevin,
 inside and out, clasping so him so hard she threatened to meld them
 into one.  Her body arched against his, her legs kicking against
 the bed, while her fingers dug painfully into his back.  She was
 completely, totally, utterly lost to all but the tide of pleasure
 that had finally been released to engulf her.
      Kevin wasn't far behind.  Her primal cry had ignited the flame
 already flickering in his loins.  Pulling out once, he thrust in
 again and fell instantly over the edge of a dark and yawning chasm
 and into a raging torrent of physical and emotional fulfillment.
 Joining her cry, he exploded again and again, spilling his seed in
 plentiful ribbons to crash against her inner being.
      It was enough to set off another violent reaction in Jessica.
 She cried out his name, sobbing and laughing as spasm after spasm
 traveled up and down the entire length of her beautiful quaking
 body.
      For a blissful eternity Kevin and Jessica stayed locked
 together in a inseparable embrace, shuddering in a delightful palsy
 of mutual sensation, until finally, spent and exhausted, they
 collapsed together in a tangle of trembling limbs.
      Carefully rolling off of her, Kevin pressed his lips to
 Jessica's damp forehead.  "Oh, Jess," he breathed between gasps,
 barely grasping enough reason to scoot to the edge of the bed and
 pull the comforter from the floor.  Throwing it over them, he
 gathered her into his arms and clutched her to his chest.
      For the briefest of instants her lips brushed his.
      "Kevin," she murmured endearingly, all of her love filling a
 voice that sounded light years away.
      Falling into darkness, it was the last thing Kevin heard.


End of Chapter 6.

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Well, thats all I have of this story. I don't think it was ever
finished. If it was finished and posted could someone please 
post the rest of it?

Thanks,
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