by E Ashford
He sat down on the bed beside her, and suddenly, before she knew what was happening, he had brought his hand down hard, slapping her sharply on the ass. She gasped at the unexpected sting of it, and her body gave a slight involuntary jump. Before she could think, his hand had come down again, hard and even, just as before. Three, four, five, six, seven times his hard palm came down on her, sometimes on one cheek, sometimes on the other.
Her tears came harder now, she was panting she was crying so hard, but now that he had stopped, somehow her skin seemed to miss it. She could feel her behind reddening as the blood rushed up to it, tingling as it did so. There was something primal about this feeling, something dep within her that seemed to respond to this whipping
Jonah chuckled softly behind her, and then she felt his hand reaching down between her legs, his middle finger extended, pushing between her lips, into her vagina, where no one touched her but Michael.
“That’s what I thought,” he said with satisfaction. “Nice and wet. Starting to feel more like making a baby?”
Shelly could say nothing, only close her eyes tight. But he was absolutely right: she could feel herself sopping wet now, and her cunt seemed to cling to his finger as it slid slowly out of her. As it did so, without really knowing she was doing it, Shelly’s ass lifted up off the bed, her head grinding into the pillow, as she half raised herself to her knees, offering herself to him. She could feel the air on the lips of her pussy as she gave him a view of her sex between her legs, her ass presented to him for more spanks.
He gave her what she wanted, two more sharp smacks, as she used her hips to slither seductively for him. And then she knew just where that feeling came from, that delicious, sickening guilty shameful feeling that had made her lift herself from the bed in the first place. The part of her that wanted him to strike her again. It was a distant memory, buried so far within her she had forgotten it was there. In her imagination she lay, her stomach across her father’s lap, her jeans and panties around her ankles, her bare bottom presented to him just as it was to Jonah now, as he spanked her for some transgression she could no longer remember. She had been afraid then, and sorry for whatever it was she had done. But there had also been a thrill, a thrill at her own nudity, at the fact that her father could see her nakedness, her hairless slit, and the crack of her ass. That same feeling was there now, as she waited for the next blow to fall.
Instead, she felt Jonah’s hands take her ass and his fingers pry the cheeks apart until she knew he was staring at the gaping holes of her cunt and asshole. Then, unexpectedly, his tongue was in her asshole, thrust deep inside, where no one, not even Michael had ever been. It was wet and warm as it pushed in, slithered out, and then flicked in and out over and over. She pushed her hips back further, so that he had even more access.
Then his mouth left her bottom, wet with his saliva, to travel down to her cunt, where he thrust his tongue roughly, this time into her vagina. His thumb moved up to stroke her clitoris as his tongue fucked her. She had never felt so wet in her whole life as she did now.
And then she lay there, feeling absolutely humiliated by what Jonah had done to her, the way he had violated every part of her, with his eyes, his hands, his mouth, and his mind. Her body felt spent from the anxious way her muscles had tensed at his touch.
And then she could feel him shift behind her on the bed, and she knew what was about to happen. She moaned louder this time as he moved behind her, afraid but excited by the knowledge that she was about to be fucked by the first person other than Michael.
He was on his knees behind her, and again, without knowing why or how, she had pushed her bottom towards him again, her knees sliding to either side on the bed to give him room to enter her. She could feel his muscular thighs touching hers as he positioned himself, and then the head of his cock sliding along her slit, beginning at her clit and searching for the hole.
With all the wetness between her legs, he slid in easily. There was another cock inside her, and she couldn’t be certain but he felt bigger than Michael – not by much, but enough for her to notice.
Her took her hips in his hand and pulled her roughly towards him until he was completely buried inside her, his balls resting against her clit. He stayed that way for several seconds. She could feel him pulsating inside of her, the head of his cock growing bigger, and thought maybe he might be coming. Again, her feelings were conflicted. The thought that this might be over felt like a relief, and yet her pussy now wanted to come in the most desperate way. And mixed in with all of this emotions was the thought that Jonah, by fucking her, by coming inside of her, would give her a baby to hold and to love.
His pause had not signaled that he had come though. Instead, he had only been feeling her, enjoying the sensation of her cunt wrapped entirely around his member. He pulled back then, slowly, his hands still on her hips. He was guiding her body, forward and back, so that it seemed he remained still while she fucked him. And, in fact, her body did begin to move in time to his hands, her knees pushing her back into him. She let out an “nnnnnnh” as she began to move faster, shoving her ass into his belly.
His hands felt so strong on her hips, his penis so tight in her cunt as together they began to fuck, their bodies developing a rhythm. Her right hand reached up beneath her, so her fingers were on her clit, and she began to rub furiously.
“That’s right,” he said, and she realized there had been nothing but her sobs and their panting for minutes now. “Fuck me, Shelly. You want me to come? You want me to come inside you? You want me to give you a baby?”
Her voice was low, calculated both to be unheard by Michael wherever he was downstairs and also husky and guttural, filthy in a way she had never let herself be before: “Oh. Yes. Fuck me, Jonah. Can you feel how my pussy wants you? It wants you to come, way deep inside me. I want all your come inside me. I want to have your baby. Fuck me. Oh yeah. Oh yeah.” She could feel herself getting tighter and tighter inside, the juices of her vagina disappearing so that the space would have more friction, would pull his cock more tightly.
His pace had quickened, faster and faster as he used his hands to rock her onto himself over and over. And then she could feel the explosion inside as he shoved himself as deep as he could possibly go into her. The head of his cock expanded and began to pour semen far up into her belly. He pulled back half an inch then, ramming back in again, and again, and again. As she heard his breathing hard and felt his cock so broad inside her, she too began to come, her body so spent she almost collapsed on the bed and yet still she continued to push her hips up to meet his body, the two of them orgasming like wild animals, no thought now to what they were doing or why.
*****
Eventually, he rolled off of her, onto his back, panting up at the ceiling. For her part, Shelly lay flat on her stomach, her face turned away from him, her left arm at her side, her right still cupped around her clit. They said nothing, and she honestly didn’t know what to say. She thought about the baby that would soon be growing inside of her. But she thought with anger about what Jonah had done, how he had taken her without consent, forced her body to obey him until to her own shame, she had wanted him. She swore inside never to forgive him, never to forget what he had done.
Jonah made no move to touch her, perhaps sensing her anger. Some minutes later, he rose from the bed. She heard him take a leisurely shower, felt the steam from the bathroom wash over her as she lay there. Then he returned to the room. She heard him dress, and then he was gone. More indistinguishable words from the two men downstairs. Still she lay motionless.
Eventually Michael came to her, lovingly rubbing her back as he lay down beside her. She said nothing, and he didn’t force any conversation, only held her until it was dark and she finally fell asleep.
Part 2: Shelly Owned
Shelly turned restlessly in the bed, unable to fall asleep. She couldn’t get what had happened two days earlier out of her mind. Her humiliation and her anger at her brother-in-law Jonah st
ill burned fiercely in her mind. She had avoided sex with Michael and even showering with him, afraid that he might see the red marks from Jonah’s hand still on her bottom. She didn’t think she could ever forgive him for the way he had simply taken her, used her as he’d wanted. She’d told him she had changed her mind, begged him not to fuck her. And yet she could still feel his tongue deep inside her pussy, still remember how it had felt when he had come deep inside her, still feel how she herself had come as he did it.
As she flopped over to her other side, Michael stirred in his sleep and she promised herself she would lay still, afraid she might wake him. He hadn’t even mentioned her “date” with his younger brother, even to ask if she thought it had worked, if she thought she might be pregnant. She supposed even if it had worked, they might never talk about it again. They’d celebrate their child all the while pretending to themselves and everyone else in their life that it had happened in the usual sort of way, the way everyone else had children. She was sure Michael was struggling with the whole thing, sure he was fighting jealousy with every fiber of his being. She didn’t know how to soothe him though when she herself was still struggling with all of it.
She’d skipped going to the Y the last two days. She knew it was silly. Everything she’d read online said exercise would have no effect on whether she got pregnant or not, but she just didn’t want to risk the possibility of disrupting the fertilization process. She would be devastated if it hadn’t worked, devastated not to be pregnant. But more than that, she didn’t think she could face the prospect of having to go through another episode with Jonah. If it hadn’t worked, she might have to just live without a baby. And yet even as she thought this, she struggled to get the feeling of his cock inside her out of her mind.
After Michael had left for work, she’d settled in front of the TV, too distracted to worry with housework. She lay on the couch and flipped randomly through channels until she’d found a marathon of Baby Story. She was immediately sucked in, watching one episode after another, one story after another of happy couples having babies. She tried to picture herself as the woman in each couple, in the delivery room, anxiously waiting for her own baby to be born, Michael by her side, holding her hand, wiping the sweat from her forehead. It made her squirm more than a little though to think of herself in that position. The idea of so many people looking at her vagina, seeing her most intimate parts, even during something as “routine” as childbirth made her cringe.
That wasn’t the only reason she squirmed though. The longer she watched, the more she wanted a baby of her own. And the more she thought about her own baby, the more she worried about whether or not the whole thing had worked. The worry seemed to grow with each passing minute. It had to have worked. It had to.
*****
By lunchtime, she was thinking about it obsessively, unable to stop. Michael had called from school to check in on her day, and she knew she must have sounded odd on the phone. She was just so distracted. He’d asked what she’d had for lunch, and she hadn’t been able to remember, though it had only been half an hour before.
“Are you OK?” he had asked gently.
“Oh, sure,” she said absently, “just a little tired I guess. I didn’t sleep much last night.”
“Something…bothering you?” She could hear the hesitation in his voice, his effort to avoid asking her point blank if her insomnia had something to do with the other man she had fucked two days before.
“No, no. I think maybe the novel I’m reading just got me too wound up. Maybe I should stop reading it before bed.”
By 2:00 she was a nervous wreck worrying over the processes going on inside her. There was no help for it: she headed upstairs to change. She put on her black dress and her black heels. She had never been one to wear makeup, preferring to let the freckles across the bridge of her nose define her face, but she spent fifteen minutes on her straw-colored hair so that it looked just so. She finished the ensemble off with several shots of her jasmine body spray. Her mind was in such a whirl though that when she’d left the house she’d neglected to pick up her purse. Instead, she’d simply grabbed the car keys and headed out the door.
*****
She had to make herself knock on Jonah’s door, and then it was so soft she hoped maybe he wouldn’t hear it. She knew he was home though. He had always been the kind of guy to go in early and take off early, and she’d seen his Mercedes parked outside the apartment complex. Still, maybe he was sleeping and wouldn’t answer. Maybe.
No such luck. She gave a little gasp as Jonah opened the door, standing there still in his work clothes, a beer in his hand.
“Shelly,” he said slowly, wrinkling his forehead. “What are you doing here?”
“Can I come in,” she’d said, unwilling to explain what she needed standing in the hallway where anyone might hear.
“Sure,” and he stepped aside, closing the door behind her.
“Jonah…I—“ she began.
“Would you like a beer” he offered. “Sorry I don’t usually keep wine in the house.” It was as though what had happened between them hadn’t happened at all. He was all smiles and easy charm, completely at ease and comfortable. She nodded and he went into the kitchen to grab her a bottle.
“Why don’t you sit down?” he said when he returned to find her still standing just inside the entryway.
She shook her head no. She also took a healthy gulp of beer. Then, barely able to look at him, she forced herself to say it: “Jonah, I’m worried it didn’t work the other day,” and when he looked quizzically at her, “that I didn’t get pregnant. You know those tests aren’t exact, and I…I…it’s so important to me. To have a baby.” She trailed off, finally looking him in the face.
He was looking at her as well, his dark brown eyes full of intensity and what seemed like understanding. “You mean you want to try again?” he asked. “Sex, I mean.”
She nodded mutely.
“Did you talk to Michael about it?”
She shook her head, looking down at her shoes.
“I see.”
“I don’t want to worry him,” she said quickly. “I mean, I think this whole…thing…has been hard for him. He wants to give me what I want, wants me to be able to have a baby. But I didn’t want to…bother him about it,” she trailed off, realizing it sounded lame.
“OK,” he had said simply. “You want to try again now?”
Again, she nodded, unable to find her voice.
“I guess we’d better head for the bedroom,” he said then, gesturing for her to lead the way.
*****
Shelly sat down on the bed and watched as her brother-in-law closed the bedroom door and walked over to her so that he was standing, looming over her. She looked up from beneath her silken bangs.
“I know what you want, Shelly,” he said, but his voice had changed again. Now he was the menacing figure he’d been in her own bedroom two days ago. “You want to be certain you’re pregnant. I understand that. But we’ll be doing things my way, or not at all. Do you understand?”
Shelly gulped, but found her voice: “Yes.”
He moved back from the bed. “Stand up,” he said, firmly, though without shouting.
He looked her over as she stood up, taking in her hair, her black dress, her toned legs, and her heels. “No heels,” he said sharply. “You aren’t some sophisticated woman, here. You’re just a girl I’m going to fuck.”
She knelt to the floor and undid the straps of first one shoe and then the other, her hands shaking as she did so. Then she stood, and kicked the shoes to the side.
He looked carefully at her shapely feet and toes. “Good,” he nodded at last. “Now the rest.”
Shelly didn’t hesitate as she had the other day. She was here now, and she wasn’t going to be a whining, mewling fool about it. She wanted to make sure she was pregnant; this is what she had to do. Reaching behind her, she found the zipper at the top of the dress and pulled it slowly down, allowing the d
ress to slide from her shoulders and down to her ankles before stepping out of it. Reaching behind herself again, she unclasped her bra and allowed it too to fall slowly forward. She paused for a moment, allowing him to look at her, though he hadn’t asked it.
She stood there naked in a pair of black cotton briefs. He looked unblinking at her breasts, small, though pert and rounded, then to her face. She turned around then and hooked her fingers in the sides of her panties, about to bend over and slide them down her legs, when he stopped her.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
She only stared mutely.
“I told you already: you aren’t some sophisticated stripper. You’re just a girl, and you don’t get to perform. You get to take your clothes off, because I told you to.”
She turned around, feeling ashamed, and without pretense, slid the panties slowly offer her hips, over her thighs, and down to her feet. She stepped out of them, completely naked now in front of Jonah.
He gave her no more instructions for now, but took off his jacket and began to unbutton his dress shirt. He unbuckled his belt then, black leather, and pulled it quickly through the loops of his slacks. She assumed he was undressing, but instead he doubled the belt in his hand and smacked it lightly against his own palm. He looked straight at her: “on the bed.”
She knew exactly what he wanted. She lay face down, spread eagle on the comforter, her body quivering with the anticipation of what was to come. She’d expected him to spank her as before. In fact, she now admitted to herself for the first time that this was why she had come to Jonah’s in the first place. She did want to make sure she was pregnant. She did. But she wanted to feel his hard hand on her ass again too. But this – this was more than she had bargained for. This was no mere spanking. She was about to be whipped, and inside she was petrified, wondering if she could stand it.
