by Livia Grant
“Hey,” Crystal said, pulling Carol into her arms. “I think that maybe the amount of sugar you had today has rattled you. Not that what you’re feeling isn’t justified. I was getting worried myself.”
“That’s not making me feel any better. What I want to hear is ‘Don’t worry, Carol, the sperm will be here and everything is going to work out just fine’.”
“I’d love to tell you that but the truth is, I can’t control everything. I will do my best. I rang this afternoon and I spoke to someone who promised me tomorrow.”
“They said that yesterday and the day before,” Carol whined.
“Which is why I won’t promise you more than the fact that I will do my utmost to make this happen.”
Carol nodded and then burst into tears. “I hate them,” she said.
“Who?” Crystal asked, trying not to laugh.
“The people that are holding our sperm for ransom.”
“No one’s doing that.”
“It seems like they are. I just want to scream. I feel like a time bomb that’s about to go off.”
“Do you need a spanking?”
“Yes.”
“That I can fix.” Crystal took her girl’s hand and walked with her into the bedroom. “What do you want me to use?”
“Your hand.”
Crystal climbed up onto the bed and propped herself against the padded headboard. “Come on,” she said, patting her lap.
“Don’t you want me to take off my clothes?”
“Nah. You’re not in trouble.”
Carol crawled across the large bed and lay across her lover’s lap, and rested her head on her arms. She was pleased that Crystal wasn’t planning on spanking her bare. It was kind of nice sometimes to get spanked through clothes. It could be soothing. There was a different kind of thud and definitely less sting. When the first smack fell, she closed her eyes, allowing herself to soak up the warm feeling that the rhythmic spanks would give her.
* * * * *
Crystal brought her hand down with a hard smack, knowing it wouldn’t hurt and neither of them wanted it to, not at that moment. She knew that what Carol needed was calm reassurance and some loving care, nothing harsh. She smacked the round bottom in front of her about a dozen times before stopping and rubbing gentle circles. “No matter how long this takes, Carol, we can do this. We’ll make this work.” She started again, a little harder than before, not stopping again until Carol wiggled a little.
“Getting hard,” she said with a gravelly voice.
This time Crystal slipped her hand underneath the sweat pants. The cheeks were warm, but nothing more than that. She rubbed some more and massage the cheeks until she felt her girl relax again. “More?” she asked.
“On the skin.”
The sweat pants were loose and came down easily. Carol lifted so she could get them down to her knees. She started spanking again but not as hard as before, bearing in mind that there was no buffer.
“Harder.”
Crystal frowned but spanked harder, watching as her dark pink fingerprints blended into a uniform shade. She was about to call a halt when her girl’s shoulders started to shake and a sob escaped. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” Carol said, struggling to her knees and throwing her arms around Crystal’s neck. “I’m fine.”
She didn’t sound fine at all and Crystal was about to go out in sympathy. “You sure?”
“Ye-s,” Carol sobbed.
Crystal hugged Carol tight. “Sh. It’s okay,” she soothed. They must have stayed like that for a good half an hour, not moving, just sitting there on the bed wrapped in each other’s arms.
“Thanks,” Carol said finally. “I feel better now.”
“Good. I wasn’t just saying that you know. We will get through this. No matter what.”
“Yes we will.”
* * * * *
It was two days later when Carol used the ovulation monitor as she always did at the same time every day. Only this day was different. Staring up at her from the little window in the stick was a smiley face. “Ahhh!” she screamed. She ran for her phone and punched in Crystal’s number. It rang and rang until it rang out. “Shit.” She tried again.
“Hello?” a male voice said.
“Brock?”
“Yes, honey, is that you, Carol?”
“Yeah. Brock, I need Crystal, is she there?”
“No, she ran out of here and she’s left her phone.”
“What time?” Crystal never left her phone.
“Had to be an hour and a half ago now. She should be there soon. Maybe she stopped at the market or something.”
Carol wanted to scream. If Crystal had stopped off to get some soy something or a fresh batch of crappy salad, she would. What the hell were they going to do? Her body was ripe, her eggs were on alert and all they needed was the fucking missing sperm. Now her girlfriend had disappeared as well. What was happening? It was lucky that Brianna was staying at Erin’s because she would probably think her mother was a crazy person. Was she a crazy person? She felt like one. The key turned in the door.
“Carol, honey?” Crystal called.
“I’m right here. I’ve been trying to call you. It was there.”
“What was there?”
“The smiley face! Now it’s going to be too late, if it doesn’t come tomorrow we’ll have to wait a whole other month.” She stomped her foot. Did she actually do that? Yes she did. She who wanted to be a mother again stomped her foot like a two-year old.
“Calm down. I know how to fix this.”
“The very last thing that I need is a spanking. Really.”
“I wasn’t talking about a spanking although the jury is out on whether you need one or not.”
“What could you possibly have that will fix this?”
“Close your eyes.”
“Seriously?”
Crystal slapped her bottom. “Do it or you’re not getting your surprise.”
Carol rolled her eyes despite the smack before squeezing them shut, motivated by the distant hope that Crystal might just have the sperm hidden somewhere on her person. That was about the only thing that would fix this situation.
“Open,” Crystal said, this time closing the door.
“You have our sperm!” Carol screamed.
“Shh. The windows are open. People around here are used to different kinds of noises escaping through the windows than that.”
“Sorry. I’m just so excited.” She picked up the metal cylinder that was keeping their little swimmers frozen within its protective interior and danced around the living room with it.
“Seriously, put it down. If you break it, we’ll be cleaning up a very different mess and we’ll owe a lot of money on that canister. It has to go back.”
“Sorry,” Carol said, settling the precious cargo on the floor.
“Thank you.”
“What do we need? Are we organized?” Carol was close to being manic.
“Stop or I am going to spank you, even if it’s just to calm you down.”
“I’m calm.”
“Good sit. We’re going to go through the booklet and make sure we know what we have to do.”
“We’ve read it like a thousand times.”
“I know, but this time’s for keeps. We need to be sure. I need to be sure. This is down to me remember?”
“Let’s look.” Carol didn’t want to make a mistake either.
* * * * *
“I’m really not hungry,” Carol said. “How can you even think about food at a time like this?”
“Because I want to do this calmly. Bri isn’t here and I thought it would be romantic if we spent five minutes sharing a meal and enjoying each other’s company.”
“Sorry. How was your day?”
“Eventful, yours?” Crystal asked with a grin.
“It certainly was but now everything’s working and I feel excited and relieved and a lot of things all rolled in to one.”
; “I know what you mean.”
Crystal stood to take her plate to the kitchen. “You’re not going to eat anymore?”
“I can’t. I swear I can’t.”
“I’ll let you off this time.” Crystal took the plate and pressed her lips against Carol’s hair. “Why don’t you go and shower and I’ll see you in the bedroom in about fifteen minutes.”
“Is that absolutely necessary?”
“I think so. Carol, just do it, please.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Carol did her best to get to the bathroom without stomping. How hard was it to just get the stuff into the syringe and squirt it where it was meant to go?
* * * * *
Crystal opened the bathroom door, blinking at thick steam. “Carol, you can come out now, honey.”
Carol stepped through the doorway naked as she hadn’t thought to stop and pick up a night-shirt. She gasped. “Cryssy, it’s beautiful.” Across their dresser, on their bedside tables, everywhere that there was a surface except the one next to Carol’s side of the bed, were lit tea lights. On Carol’s side was the necessary needleless syringe. The lights were dimmed and Pink’s -Love Song- was playing in the background. The singer’s soft gravelly voice and the gentle tones of an acoustic guitar wafted over her, settling her with a peace.
Crystal took her love into her arms and kissed her deeply. “Lay down. I don’t want to rush you but we need to do this.”
Carol immediately climbed on to the bed and positioned herself as they’d discussed, she understood the time restraints. The effort that Crystal had gone to had blown her away but the thing that affected her more than that as she climbed on to the bed beside her was the tears that sparkled in her girlfriend’s eyes.
“I love you,” she said with a voice so soft that Carol barely recognized it.
Within seconds it was done.
“Now for the fun part,” Crystal said. She hopped on to her knees and grabbed Carol’s feet.
“What are you doing?”
“You want to have the best chance don’t you?”
“Of course I do,” she said with a strangled voice as her legs were hoisted skyward.
“We discussed this. Gravity is not your friend.”
“I know. Didn’t that leaflet say something about an orgasm helping?”
“It sure did but that wasn’t a pamphlet written for spanko’s. I have my own methods for that. It would be such a shame to waste this ever so convenient position.” She slipped Carol’s two feet against her shoulder and held them with one arm wrapped around them leaving the other free.
“No!” Carol giggled, trying to squirm out of Crystal’s firm hold.
“Stop! You’ll spill your sperm.” She slapped the wriggling white cheeks several times, clipping the underside of her bottom and the edge of her sex. “I quite like this.”
“I bet you do.”
“It’s fun don’t you think?”
The smacks weren’t hard and if Carol was to be honest, she was enjoying the tingle that the smart taps were giving her, especially the ones that warmed her pussy lips. She couldn’t help herself, a finger slid between her lips and touched her thumping clit, flicking and circling in time with the smacks that were getting more solid all the time.
“That’s it, baby, let yourself go.”
With a final solid smack, Carol stiffened. Crystal stopped spanking and kissed her behind each knee and it was all it took to finish her. “I’m coming!” she cried as wave after wave pulsed through her.
“Two birds with one stone,” Crystal said, finally lowering her legs on to the bed. “Now we wait.”
* * * * *
“Carol, I’m going to tan your ass if you buy one more pregnancy test before it’s time.”
“I can’t help it.”
“You can help it. If it’s too soon, it won’t matter whether you’re pregnant or not, it’s not going to show.”
“You keep saying all that but I just can’t walk past that aisle in the market.”
Crystal felt for Carol. She’d been through this and she knew how tempting it was to keep checking but the fact remained that this hadn’t been a cheap process to start off with and they just couldn’t afford to spend upwards of fifty dollars a week on useless pregnancy tests, especially if God willing they had a pregnancy and birth and another child to worry about. “Then stay out of the market. I’ll shop.”
“I won’t buy anymore, I promise for another week, then it’ll be time.”
“Good girl.”
“But, Crystal?”
“Yes, honey?”
“Can I use the ones I already bought?”
“How many do you have left?”
“Two. You can’t get mad about that when I already had them.”
“You can use those,” Crystal said, shaking her head. “Not today. Wait two more days before you use one and then two more days for the next.” Maybe it was a bit harsh to cut her off cold turkey. She might be able to eek her out until a few days before her period at least.
* * * * *
Carol did as she was told and waited two more days. She even considered waiting a little longer but the draw of not knowing was too much. Crystal was making breakfast so she had time. Bacon was their Sunday morning treat. She loved Sunday morning breakfast; all the good stuff as well as the salty meaty goodness that wasn’t part of their health routine at any other time. She brushed her teeth and tied her hair into a ponytail and then glanced at the stick. No.
“Crystal!” she yelled. “Crys!”
“What’s wrong?” Crystal ran down the hallway and thumped on the door when it wouldn’t budge. “Open the damn door, it’s locked!”
She clicked the lock and Crystal burst in, horror all over her face. But she melted when Carol held up the stick. “We’re pregnant.”
Epilogue
Crystal narrowed her eyes. Carol had been getting increasingly bratty. She’d stopped spanking her as soon as they found out she was pregnant and the result was her girlfriend’s return to teenage Carol. That was a slight exaggeration, but still fairly accurate. “I’ve asked you to take it easy, Dr Marcus has told you to take it easy, and so has the midwife. Now I’m telling you, I’m going to start a diary and when all this is over, you are in for a shock.”
“I don’t really think that shock’s the right word. I mean, we do live in Corbin’s Bend,” Carol said with a grin.
“Are you trying to get yourself spanked?”
“Now why would I do that? Do you think I’m a sadist or something?”
“Carol, stop.” She didn’t know if it was the sass talk that got to her or the smart ass swagger that Carol was sporting lately but this little woman who was now nearly as wide as she was tall, was pushing her buttons big time.
“Stop what?”
“Stop bating me, miss, or you might just get what you’re looking for a lot sooner than you think.”
“You won’t.”
“Well we won’t have long to wait either way will we?” Crystal kissed Carol’s head determined to stop the argument; that wouldn’t help to lower her creeping blood pressure. Besides, there was a bigger argument coming. Unless her blood pressure lowered significantly and stayed there, the home birth Carol had her heart set on wasn’t going to happen. “Because I love you, I’m going to explain this one more time. You are on bed rest so that we can get you better in time for the big event that you want so badly.”
“You mean giving birth? That’s going to happen whether I leave my bed or not.”
Crystal pressed her lips together in frustration. “You know what I mean.”
Carol’s smart ass grin dropped. “I will give birth here in our home and both the baby and I will be fine, I can feel it in my bones.”
“If the midwife says you need to go to the hospital, then you’ll be going to the hospital.” Crystal thought Carol wasn’t taking a blind bit of notice of her but she was apparently wrong, because the next minute her girlfriend was in tears.
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��m so bored.”
“Are you saying that laying in bed with me doing a jigsaw puzzle isn’t exciting?”
“Maybe,” Carol said with a sniff. “Are you serious? It’s like watching paint dry.”
“I tell you what; you go and pop back in bed and have a nap and I’ll get you a surprise.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“Could there be chocolate involved?”
“There may be some chocolate.”
“Yay.”
Crystal smiled as Carol leaned up and kissed her and then waddled back to bed, her usual night-shirt hiked up to look almost like one of Bri’s t-shirts. “Good girl.”
She sighed. It had been almost eight months and things between her and Carol’s friends had still been strained. Not by her; as far as she was concerned it was over, but Jen and Sienna and Erin had avoided her where ever possible. They weren’t rude, but they only made small talk and then scurried off with an excuse. It was high time she cleared the air.
* * * * *
Crystal stood nervously on Jen and Brock’s doorstep. At one time this had been like a home away from home as the two couples, sometimes all the couples, played cards or board games. That hadn’t been the case for a while. Things had been awkward. More and more Crystal was worrying that that was the cause of Carol’s stress. Her pregnant girlfriend still saw her friends but not as much since her leave had started. She’d taken all her vacation days to be with Carol and prepare for the baby. The girls had given their house a wide birth. Suddenly the door swung open.
