by E Ashford
As if he could read her mind, he said, “Probably not what you were expecting, was it, Shelly? Just a little smack on the bottom, like before?” And without saying more he brought the belt down hard against her ass, stinging the flesh.
Shelly let out a gasp, her breath taken away by the suddenness of it, as well as the sharp feel of the leather on her flesh. She prepared for the next lash, but it didn’t come. Instead, she felt Jonah’s middle finger, pushing itself roughly into her pussy. Only one strike and she was already gushing wet. His finger made a smacking sound as he pulled it out.
Then without warning the belt came down three times in quick succession. Unlike his hand, the length of the black instrument could strike across both cheeks of her bottom, and as it did so, she felt herself shift, ever so slightly, perhaps in some sort of reflex of avoidance, and as she did so, her clit ground ever so slightly into the bed beneath her.
He knelt down again and this time pushed two fingers inside her. Shelly had a small frame, and a small opening to match, but the fingers slid easily into the wetness inside of her. He rubbed the walls of her vagina then before pulling them out.
Again she waited for more lashes that didn’t come, her every muscle tensed. After what had seemed like hours, he told her to come to come to him. She sat up and did as he asked. He’d removed all of his clothes now – they lay in a pile beside him – and he stood there naked, rubbing his rock hard cock absently with his right hand. As she’d suspected when he was in her two days ago, Jonah was in fact bigger than Michael. He was at least an inch longer, and half an inch wider.
Again, she sensed what her brother-in-law wanted without having to be told. It was as though when he had made her turn around before taking down her underwear he had made her his in a deep, fundamental way. As she reached him, she dropped to her knees on his carpet. She left her hands at her sides: she was no sophisticated escort; she was just a plain girl he was going to fuck. She opened her mouth, pushed out her tongue, and he guided himself in. She clasped her hands behind her back then, imagining herself almost handcuffed, chained, as he did what he wanted with her body. Once he was inside her mouth, he stroked her cheek, feeling the head of his own cock as it stuck out to one side. She closed her eyes and felt the shaft with her tongue, moving the tip of her tongue up and around the head.
He took her head then with his right hand and began to move her back and forth. She loosened her muscles and allowed him to use her face this way, as though she had no will of her own. He moved slowly for a time, then quickened the pace, pushing himself in at the same time he forced her head forward, so that his cock hit the back of her throat, gagging her. She could taste the salty precum and began to worry he might come in her mouth rather than her belly, but knew better than to speak.
Finally, he pulled her head back so that her wet sloppy mouth gaped up at him, her eyes wide and wild.
Grabbing her by the elbow, he escorted her back to the bed where he pushed her down, next to the belt he’d left lying there. That he picked up again. “Has Michael ever spanked you?” he asked her.
Her mouth was too muffled to answer, but she shook her head no.
“How about your dad.” She shook her head yes. “Did you like it when he spanked you?” Shelly didn’t answer right away, but she remembered thinking about her dad when Jonah had spanked her two days ago. At length, she nodded her head yes.
“Did he spank your bare bottom?” Again she nodded.
“With his hand, or with a belt?”
Shelly mumbled “both.” In fact, he’d only used the belt twice that she could remember, but they had been memorable occasions, especially the second one. That time, in fact, had been the last time he’d spanked her at all. She’d been fourteen and had decided to take the family car out for a spin. She had assumed at her age she was too old for spanking. When she’d returned, she’d found out exactly how wrong she’d been.
He’d been waiting for her in his easy chair. He had made her stand against the wall, her jeans and panties down around her ankles. He’d taken off his belt, and he whipped her hard. The problem was, somewhere in there, she had lost count of the number, she’d begun to come. AND she’d been unable to hide what was happening to her. She moaned, she pushed her bottom out further to receive the lashes, and her knees had gone weak.
It had taken a couple of more strikes before her father had realized what was happening. But by that time she had slid to the floor and lay on her back, her wet pussy totally in view as her father stared aghast. He had left the room in a hurry, they’d never spoken of it again, and he’d never spanked her again.
*****
Jonah brought the belt down just twice more, but both times he had used all his strength, and after the second smack she had very nearly come as she had as a child. She could feel her bottom reddening, warm all over, and she closed her eyes and – God help her – she enjoyed the sensation of it.
But Jonah had now taken her by the foot and forced her to turn over on her back. She looked down the foot of the bed where he stood. He climbed slowly on the bed, his hands on either side of her as he inched himself up until he was on all fours over her.
He grinned slyly at her, and once again she hated him and wanted him at the same time. “Last time was so impersonal,” he said then. “If we’re really going to make a baby together, I want to look you in the eye while I do it.”
Then he took her hand in his and placed it around his cock. Again, she knew just what he wanted. She held the shaft firmly in her hand and pushed the head of it until it was positioned at the opening of her cunt. Using her feet as leverage, she lifted her hips up then. At the same time, she put her hands at the base of his spine and pushed him into her.
Between the way her behind still stung and the way his penis was stretching her pussy she felt suddenly in heaven. He pushed himself further and further inside her, deeper than Michael ever could have gone, and then pulled himself almost out, so the head of his cock was just between the lips of her labia, and then he was all the way back in again.
She closed her eyes, but he told her sharply, no. Instead, they stared at one another, her pale blue eyes looking into his soft brown ones as below their bodies continued to crash into one another.
It took little time for her to come, and it was a new experience, her muscles tensing and then releasing as she moved over the edge of her orgasm, her mouth open panting, and yet never once breaking the eye contact with Jonah.
In fact, as she came she began to want his come inside her, to need his orgasm as well, to push her over the edge. She wrapped her feet around his back, her heels digging into his ass, pushing him deeper and deeper inside of her. As she did this, she began to encourage him: “Please, Jonah. Come inside me. I need you to come. I want all your sticky seed in my pussy.” And then, as she had said before, “I want to have your baby. Please give me your baby.”
Jonah never stopped pumping her, in and out, and his breathing was becoming more ragged now. Shelly waited in anticipation for his orgasm.
Instead, in a breathless voice he began to speak: “Shelly, you didn’t come here to have a baby. You came here to fuck my huge cock. You don’t care whether you’re pregnant or not as long as I’m inside you, do you?”
She’d shaken her head then, angry and hurt by the words. Of course she wanted a baby. That was the whole reason she was here. Otherwise…? Otherwise she was just obsessed with her brother-in-law’s cock, with the way he had whipped her with his belt, with the size of his cock and his deep brown eyes. No. He was wrong.
“No,” she almost yelled at him. “That’s not true. I want a baby. Come in me and give me a baby.”
“No,” he said simply in reply. I’m going to pull out of you and come on your stomach.”
“No, come inside me. Please!” and now she was screaming. If he didn’t come inside of her, what did that mean?
But it was too late. He pulled out and with two more quick jerks of his hand began to pour his come all over
her midriff, in big white puddles.
She had begun to cry then, in her rage and fear. But as before, he had no compassion for her. Instead, he took her hand in his, placed her fingers in the middle of one large pool of his sticky white jizz, and pushed them firmly into her mouth.
Part 3: The Husband’s Revenge
Shelly was pregnant. Her first tryst with Jonah had worked after all. She’d been ecstatic when the first pregnancy test had been positive. When the doctor had confirmed it, she’d been completely over the moon. She and Michael had celebrated that evening – he’d had champagne, she’d had sparkling grape juice. They were going to be a family.
Yet things were not all sunshine and roses for Shelly. While she reveled in the life growing inside her belly, something more troubling was going on inside her mind. Her second meeting with Jonah, the one she’d told herself she’d needed to make sure she was pregnant, had not been her last. In fact, she’d become obsessed with her brother-in-law and the rough way he treated her. She visited his apartment once a week now, something she dared not tell Michael. And while each time she swore to herself it would be the last, she’d become addicted to the way her treated her. She was deeply ashamed of her need, and in many senses still bitterly angry at Jonah for having created that need, but there she was each week anyway, leaning over a chair and wiggling her ass seductively as his belt came down on her again and again.
Jonah had varied their play over the weeks. Often now, after she’d been spanked, he’d tied her to the bed posts so she was completely immobile, and then fucked her as he pleased. He’d fucked her in the ass. And once he had shoved an enormous dildo, almost twice his own size, into her pussy, despite her wild protests that he would tear her in half if he did. And though it had been almost more painful than she could bear, there’d been deep pleasure in the pain as well, and once her insides had adjusted, Jonah had brought out a hand mirror so she could see the gigantic thing inside her, the lips of her cunt stretched wide, and just seeing it had made her come.
But perhaps most shaming of all were the orders he gave her for when they weren’t together, embarrassing tasks she was supposed to perform on her own. He’d had her go without panties when she and Michael had gone to dinner, something Michael had begged her to do in the past. Jonah had expressly forbidden her to tell her husband she’d done it though. AND he’d had her flash their waiter, who in this case turned out to be a waitress, and who only looked at Shelly with confusion at what she’d seen.
Shelly had also made the mistake of telling Jonah how nervous she was at the Y in her bathing suit, and about the man with red hair who watched her surreptitiously sometimes when she got out. Jonah had made her adjust her swimsuit when she got out so that the fabric between her legs was pushed to the side, revealing the lips of her vagina to anyone who happened to be watching – and the man with the red hair had certainly been watching. Only when she reached her chaise was she allowed to reach her hand behind her and, using two fingers, slide the elastic back into place.
She hated showing her body off in these ways, and yet each week she was back in his apartment, telling him every detail as he brought the belt down again and again.
The worst part of all, though, was Michael. Her husband had finally seemed to get over the fact that his wife had gotten pregnant by his brother, and was cheerfully looking forward to the coming birth – helping her pick out a crib and choosing colors for the room. And yet not only couldn’t she tell him about her affair with Jonah, she had had to stop having sex with her husband or even showering with him for fear he would see the red welts on her bottom. She’d made up an excuse about not wanting to do anything that might upset the pregnancy, and he’d accepted it knowing how important this baby was to her. But they both knew the truth was sex had no effect on the baby’s safety whatsoever.
*****
She arrived at Jonah’s apartment as usual at three o’clock on Monday afternoon. As usual, they said little to one another. As usual, he was friendly and solicitous when she arrived, offering her a bottle of water. As usual, once they were in the bedroom, his manner changed.
She knew after all this time to undress as soon as they were in the bedroom, shedding her clothes quickly, and without ceremony, so that she stood there naked in front of him. She was seven months pregnant now, her belly full and round, making the rest of her small frame seem even frailer. Her breasts, too, had grown, and where they had been pert before now hung full, the large, dark aureoles pointing towards her belly.
As a result of the changes in her body, some of their routines had changed. Now instead of lying spread eagle on the bed, or bending over the arm of a chair as he whipped her, she knelt on all fours, her belly nearly touching the floor, while he brought the belt down. The effect was no different though. Sometimes now she even came while he did it. For the most part though, she only felt the tingle, the warmth spreading across her ass, and the wetness between her legs.
The shame was always there, and now it was even greater. She thought about the child inside her, a girl in fact, and wondered at her own brazenness to be doing such things with her brother-in-law with a tiny human girl inside her. And yet the shame only mixed with her urges, driving her wilder and wilder.
He’d tied her up today. She knelt on the carpeted floor, the rug burning into her knees, her hands wrapped in a piece of rope that was attached to one of the bedposts at the foot of the bed. Her head rested on the floor, her ass sticking out obscenely, the cheeks spreads so he could see all of her. He’d knelt behind her on his knees and pushed himself into her. She had groaned and wiggled backwards, enjoying the feel of his cock inside her.
And then there’d been the knock on the door. It had startled her at first. And disappointed her when Jonah had withdrawn. She had assumed, however, that he as only waiting for the person to go away before resuming. She remained as she was, patient and panting.
But Jonah hadn’t re-entered her. Instead, as the knocking continued, he’d gotten up, grabbed a towel from the bathroom, wrapped it around his waist and headed toward the door.
“What are you doing?” she asked sharply. “Jonah? Please don’t answer it. Jonah?” In part she simply wanted the feel of him back inside her, but more than that she felt suddenly vulnerable here, naked, pregnant, tied to a bed, in her brother-in-law’s bedroom.
That vulnerability, however, turned to chilling fear as she heard Jonah unlock and open the door and greet Michael. She remembered that first time, seven months before, when Jonah had arrived at their house to help her get pregnant, the way she’d listened to their voices, indistinct, downstairs. This time she could hear every word plainly.
“Sorry to bother you, Jonah,” Michael said, obviously taking in the fact that his brother was in nothing but a towel, “but I was looking for Shelly, and in driving by I saw her car parked outside. You haven’t seen her, have you?”
What Jonah said next horrified her. “As a matter of fact, Michael, she’s here. Back in the bedroom.”
“Oh,” Michael had said then, and Shelly could hear the confusion in his voice. Why would she be in his brother’s bedroom? Worse, she could hear the two of them walking together towards her.
In the next instant, they had rounded the corner and she heard Michael gasp at the sight of her. She couldn’t look up at him – her hands kept her pinned in place – but she could imagine the look on his face.
“What the hell is going on?” he bellowed, as much at Michael as at Shelly herself. “What are you doing to my wife? If you’ve hurt her—“
Jonah cut him off, as usual completely calm in the face of rage: “She’s fine. I promise.”
Michael was having none of it, and rushed to kneel beside his wife. “Have you been whipping her?” he asked incredulously, taking in her reddened ass. “I’ll kill you.”
Again, Jonah’s calm voice: “Shelly. Tell Michael why you’re here.”
Shelly had begun to cry, but managed to choke out, “I want to be here, Michael. I aske
d him to whip me.”
Michael was shaken by this news. His wife was here of her own volition? She had asked for this? “You wanted him to whip you? Why? Are you fucking him too? Or is it just spanking?”
She’d hoped he’d ended the question with “are you fucking him,” so she could simply say yes. Instead, she was forced to admit, “I’m fucking him too,” her sobs becoming more pronounced now.
Michael stood up then, and sat down heavily on the bed. He was trying to work this all out, trying to make sense of the scene he’d discovered. Maybe Shelly was saying these things under duress. She certainly didn’t look like she was in control here. Maybe she was afraid of Jonah and had to say these things. He put his face in his hands.
Jonah sat down beside him, putting his arm around his brother’s shoulders. “Look, Michael,” he began, “she’s still your wife. I haven’t stolen her away or anything like that. It just turned out she liked something she didn’t realize she liked – a little bondage, nothing serious. And, well, I guess she didn’t want to confess it to you, so she’s been coming over here.” It sounded ludicrous to Shelly’s ears, but as she heard it, she realized it was the truth.
“Tell you what,” Jonah continued, “why don’t you give it a try?”
“What, fuck her?”
“No, I mean whip her a little. See what it feels like.”
Michael was silent. “I don’t think I can,” he said at last, “it feels like hurting her, never mind the fact that she’s carrying our child.”
“Are you sure?” Jonah asked. “It seems to me you deserve to punish her a little. Think about what she’s been doing behind your back for the last seven months.”
It was true, Shelly thought. She’d been terrible to Michael. Suddenly, it only seemed right that he have a chance to punish her for it.
She spoke up then: “Baby, I’ve been so bad to you. I feel so guilty. Please spank me. Please.”
