Chapter Eighteen

   Bob found a movie to watch, while Jennifer moved around the room, no
longer talking to him.  At one point she disappeared into the bathroom, but
he didn't give it much thought.

   That changed when she came out.  She was wearing her mother's black
teddy.

   "This is just obscene!" she said, arching to look at her behind.  She
appeared to be trying to see what it looked like on her.

   Bob wasn't fooled.  He knew immediately that if she'd put the thing on
in the bathroom, she'd examined the results closely already.  She turned
her back to him.

   "Just LOOK at this!" she said over her shoulder.  "My MOTHER bought a
THONG!  My whole butt is showing!" She turned to face him again, spreading
the short jacket apart.  "And just look at this bra.  It doesn't even cover
my boobs!  It just goes under them.  You can SEE my nipples!"

   "Your mother has excellent taste," said Bob, feeling his prick come to
life.  At the same time, he knew she was teasing him.  He found that very
interesting.  He decided to tease back.  "I bet Susan looks like dynamite
in that thing.  Don's a lucky guy."

   She stomped one foot again.  He watched interestedly as her breasts,
above the demi-bra, jiggled.  He noticed her nipples were erect and
flushed. He suspected she'd been playing with them in the bathroom.

   "You'd better NOT be thinking about my mother...naked...wearing this!"
she said.

   "Well, if she was wearing that she wouldn't actually BE naked," said
Bob, reasonably.  He needled her a little more.  "I mean I'd want to GET
her naked...but she wouldn't BE naked."

   "BOB!" wailed Jennifer.  "You are SUCH an asshole!"

   Bob sighed.  "It pains me to hear such nasty words issue from the mouth
of my beautiful princess.  I fear I have, in fact, soiled you beyond
redemption."

   She jumped on that.  "That's true!" she said.  "I NEVER cursed until you
came along and ruined me." An impish look flashed in her eyes.  "Asshole!"
she added.

   "Careful, little girl," warned Bob.  "You're playing in the big leagues
now.  Don't bite off more than you can chew."

   "I'm not going to chew anything!" she said, striking a pose and
thrusting her breasts at him.  "ESPECIALLY not that nasty old penis you
ruined me with." She paused just long enough and added: "Asshole."

   Bob rolled up onto one elbow.

   "I get it," he said softly.  "You want another spanking...for having a
potty mouth."

   She looked alarmed and backed up two steps.

   "No I don't!"

   "Well if you call me asshole one more time, you're going to get an
encore," he warned.

   "No I'm not!" she shouted.  "If anything, YOU should get a spanking!"

   "You think you're woman enough to give me one?" he growled.

   "If you weren't such an asshole I wouldn't HAVE to make you let me give
you one!" she yipped.  "You'd LET me do it because you know you DESERVE
IT!"

   Bob was up off the bed so fast that Jennifer actually screamed as she
jumped back.  But he didn't grab her.  Instead he went to the mirror above
the credenza in the room and leaned on the furniture to stare at his own
reflection.

   "Did she just call you an asshole again?" he asked his reflection. 
"After you just TOLD her what would happen if she did?" He looked over at
Jennifer's reflection and flashed a feral grin.

   She held up both hands, palms out to ward him off.

   "No, Bob!" she moaned, looking frightened.  "I didn't mean it.  It just
slipped out.  You can't spank me again!" He whirled.

   "Just watch me," he said, hunching his shoulders.

   She actually ran for the door to the room and had her hand on the knob
when she remembered how she was dressed.  She whirled to put her back
against the door.

   "Noooooooooo!" she wailed.

   "I warned you."

   "Bob, it HURT last time!" she said, tears filling her eyes.

   "Then it's going to hurt more this time," he said, taking a step towards
her.  If you think you can ban me from sex for a month, and then come out
here and tease me like a slut AND call me names...well sweet thing, you
need to learn the error of your ways."

   "Bob...NO!" she gasped.  A hunted look came into her eyes.  Then, with
no warning whatsoever, she darted to one side and flashed by him.  He had
time only to reach and grasp.  The flimsy jacket tore and came away in his
hand.  She leapt on the bed, now clad only in what was basically a g-string
and a bra designed to hold up breasts much heavier than hers.

   "Ooooo, you're going to be in SO much trouble when my mother finds out
you ripped her outfit!" she said, almost gleefully.

   Bob looked at the lacy cloth in his hand, and then at the girl who was
practically dancing on the bed.

   "You think she'll be interested to find out who I ripped it off of?"

   "No!" She looked so suddenly terrified again that Bob didn't buy it.  In
a flash, he understood she was playing some kind of game with him...a game
she hadn't told him she was playing.  His mind supplied him with a game she
COULD be playing...but he'd have to be careful.

   "Princess," he said calmly.  "Not only am I going to spank that pretty
bottom of yours, I'm going to fuck your socks off."

   The look on her face changed again, to one of poorly disguised
anticipation.

   "No you're not," she panted.  "No sex for a month, Bob."

   "I don't think you understand," he said, taking a step toward her. 
"That was before you teased me, and called me names, and got me in trouble
with your mother." He took another step toward the bed.

   "You keep away!" she warned.  She bent at the waist and her hands came
up like claws.

   "You're not going to be able to sit down for a week," he growled.

   His next step was a quick one, almost a lurch.  He had to keep the step
short so as not to actually reach the bed.  Her face showed a mixture of
fear tinged with something that looked suspiciously like elation.  His
quick movement seemed to make springs uncoil in her body, though, and she
shrieked and turned to jump.  Her head almost hit the ceiling and she
landed on the balls of her feet, whirling to face him again.

   "I'll kick you right in the balls!" she warned.

   "Try it," he said gruffly.

   He moved around the end of the bed so she'd have an escape route.  She
took it, jumping frantically up on the bed to avoid his outstretched hands.
He felt like he was hamming up the role of Frankenstein's monster as he
lumbered after her, crawling onto the bed as she scampered toward the
bathroom.  He realized she was too caught up in the game as she cornered
herself in that part of the room and then his jaw dropped when she darted
into the bathroom and slammed the door.  He heard the lock click.

   "Ha!" she shouted through the door.

   One look at the doorknob told him all he needed to know.  He got in his
backpack and pulled out the multi-tool he carried on trips.  He pried the
awl blade out and compared it to the hole in the doorknob, which he knew
was an emergency entry feature of the knob.  Very quietly he disrobed.  He
was pretty sure the game was going well.  Her dash into the bathroom had
given him pause, but then she yelled, "Asshole!" through the door and he
knew things were still fine.  She thought it was safe to tease him from in
there.

   As silently as possible he inserted the awl into the hole in the knob
and pushed.  He felt a spring resist his efforts and put his hand on the
knob.  It gave and then stopped as he felt the resistance of her hand on
the other side.  Giving his wrist a flick, he easily overpowered her and
pushed the door open as she shrieked again.

   She retreated to the shower and cowered there, as she saw he was naked.
He stopped and stood, just looking at her.  He was about half hard.  He
reached for his cock and slowly stroked it.

   "I am going to fuck you so deep you'll taste it in your mouth," he
growled.

   "No!" she panted

   "Look what you do to me, you little tease." He took his hand away from
his prick, which now stood straight out, almost completely hard.

   "Keep away!" she moaned.

   Her hands flailed at him as he charged in, no longer moving slowly.  He
pushed his shoulder against her stomach, grabbed her thighs and stood up
with her slung over his shoulder.  She wiggled and kicked, shrieking like
she was being killed.

   "Don't hurt yourself," he said in his normal voice.  "You're going to
kick something and break a toe if you're not careful."

   "I HATE YOU!" she gasped, unable to get a full breath because of the
pressure on her diaphragm.

   "I know how much you hate me," he said.  "Just wait until I spank that
pretty bottom of yours bright red."

   "Noooooo," she wailed.  "I'm sorry, Bob!  Please don't spank me again! I
mean it!  It HURT last time!  Pleeeeeeaaaaasse!"

   He noticed that while her vocal resistance had increased exponentially,
her feet had quit kicking.  He thought that was a good sign.  Then, when he
got her out of the bathroom, she almost got loose when she began flailing
again.  He grinned.

   He tossed her onto the bed and his hands were at the waistband of the
thong panties before she landed from her first bounce.

   "We're not going to need these," he said in an exaggerated growl.

   "DON'T TEAR THEM!" she wailed.

   She went still and lifted her butt just enough to let him get them
around her thighs, and then lifted one foot.  As he pulled the flimsy thong
off, that foot it lashed out and just missed his chin.  The instant
question was whether she'd missed on purpose...or not.  Leaving the panties
hanging from her other ankle, he grasped her waist and pulled.  She cried
out as he rolled them both, pulling her across his lap.  He gazed down at
her bare butt arching in front of his eyes.

   "NO, BOB, I'M SORRY, I MEAN IT!" she sobbed.  "DON'T SPANK ME AGAIN,
BOB, REALLY, I'M NOT PLAYING, I'M SORRY I TEASED YOU, PLEEEEASE DON'T SPANK
ME AGAIN!"

   Instead of smacking her round bottom, though, he slid his hand over her
smooth skin, enjoying the baby soft texture.  She relaxed a little and he
kept stroking, long enough that she actually began to calm down.  Still,
she reached back and tried to cover her butt with one hand, as if she were
afraid all of this was simply the calm before the spanking storm.

   "Please," she begged.  "I'm sorry.  Really."

   "I should spank you," he said heavily.

   "Please don't," she begged.

   "You called me an asshole."

   "I'm sorry," she said contritely.

   "Hmmmm," he said, lifting his hand to wet his index finger in his mouth.
"Speaking of assholes...that's something we've never experimented with."

   "What?!" Her tone convinced him she wasn't playing any more.  He wormed
his wet finger into the crack of her butt and diddled her rosy bud,
pressing the tip inward enough to almost...but not quite...penetrate.

   She went completely rigid for perhaps two seconds, and then let out a
shriek that sounded completely genuine, as she began struggling so hard
that even Bob had a hard time holding onto her.  With a wrench of her
abdominal muscles that surprised him, she flipped face up on his lap.  She
sat up and her hands grabbed for his ears, the fingernails digging
painfully into the back of them.

   "Don't you fucking DARE!" she snarled.  "That is NASTY, Bob Jefferson!"

   "Some girls like it," said Bob, trying not to wince.  She might actually
be drawing blood.  And if she wasn't, she soon would be.

   "Not THIS girl!" she snarled.

   "You're not the boss of me," he said in a whiny voice.

   His change in attitude disarmed her and she let the pressure off his
ears enough that he was able to shake his head loose.  Then he had her by
the waist again and stood, while turning, to dump her back on the bed. 
This time, when she bounced, he caught her ass in his hands and buried his
face between her legs.

   "NO!" she shouted.

   He thought about warning her that her complaints might be leaving the
room, which could only end badly, but she tasted so good that he just
mooshed his face around in her pussy, licking and sucking instead.  Her
next "NO!" was much less emphatic and a lot softer.

   "I'm not going to let you make love to meeeee," she whined.

   He did raise his head this time, just long enough to say, "Baby, I'm
going to fuck you, not make love to you."

   He went back to work, and before long her fingers were in his hair,
pulling it painfully toward her.

   "Ohhhhh I can't believe you're making me do this," she moaned.

   He spat her clitty out of his mouth and raised his head one more time.

   "You want me to stop?  I can stop.  Just say the word."

   Her head lifted and her eyes were wide.

   "No WAY!" she gasped.

   Pulling his hands out from under her was easy, because her hips were
still writhing from his previous attention.  Her mouth opened in shock as
he stood up.  He just stared at her and licked his lips.  He started
jacking his prick slowly.

   "I can finish this way," he said softly, quickening his hand.

   He saw the conflict in her face.  She really WAS shocked that he had
enough control to just stop like that.  Then something changed very subtly
in her face.  She looked into his eyes.

   "Asshole!" she whispered.

   It flipped a switch in him and he was on her like a bear.  She reacted
when she saw the look in his eye, but she was too slow.  He swarmed back
onto the bed, reaching for and capturing her ankles, lifting them so high
that her butt came off the bed.  She tensed her legs, but it did no good,
and he spread them easily.  Putting her ankles on his shoulders he leaned
forward, folding her up.  Her arms went out in an attempt to stabilize
herself as his face loomed over hers.

   "Now I'm going to fuck you," he said softly.

   "No you're not," she gasped.  It was hard to breathe in this position
and she was starting to feel lightheaded.

   He lifted one hand and reached down.  She felt the tip of his prick
sliding around in her slippery slit and realized how helpless she truly
was.

   "Yes...I am," he said in a soft growl.

   His entry was fast and hard.  Both of them groaned, and only the fact
that she WAS ready for this saved them both from pain as he powered deep
into her pussy with one thrust.  Her grunt expelled what little air had
been left in her lungs by being folded so tightly.

   She felt dizzy and the edges of panic rushed at her.

   Suddenly he was pounding her and she felt like her brain was bouncing
against the inside of her skull.  The shock of being taken like this, with
no hint of gentleness, wore off as her eyes met his and she saw hunger in
them that made her feel like she was actually being consumed.  She had
wanted to be forced, so she wouldn't have to admit that she couldn't
possibly go a whole month without him.  Making him lose control also had
the added benefit of being able to say she hadn't backed down.

   The problem was that she was fully aware, by this time, that he DID have
control, both over her AND himself.  He'd said he was going to fuck her so
deep she'd taste him and, doubled over like this, she felt him hitting
places in her that had never been touched.  He'd also said SHE was going to
be punished.  Now, as she struggled to get enough air in her lungs to stay
conscious, she wondered if she'd made a terrible mistake.  She'd never seen
him like this.

   Then, suddenly, he was moving, and her legs flopped off his shoulders,
to land limply on the bed on either side of him.  At the same time, his
prick, still deep inside her, seemed to hold her hips up, as if they were
suspended by the thing penetrating her.

   She dragged in as much air as she could, while she felt him manipulating
her body again, closing her legs and straddling them.  His hands came to
her wrists and held them above her head.  With her legs closed like this,
he felt huge inside her, but she didn't mind, because at least she could
breathe.

   His lips, hovering over hers, spoke softly.

   "I love this.  I love you.  You're mine, and you're ALL mine."

   Then he began stroking, long and slow.  She still couldn't move, but
this time the position they were in made his long, hard cock slide directly
against her clit and suddenly electric zings began registering in her
brain. He lowered his face to one of her breasts and she felt him bite her
nipple...almost too hard, but not quite.

   In the midst of the mixture of pain and pleasure, Jennifer came to an
understanding that she might never have realized in any other way.  She was
helpless in a way that was both frightening and exhilarating.  She knew he
truly could do anything he wanted with her at this moment.  She WAS being
fucked, and there was nothing she could do about it.  This was a side of
Bob she could never have imagined.

   As the orgasm she could feel stalking toward her began to make it harder
and harder to think, she had a flash of comprehension.  In a way, she could
now understand what it must have felt like for the men her father and Bob
had fought against--to know that they had very little chance of surviving,
unless they surrendered, instantly and unconditionally.

   Then her pussy began spasming and she groaned harshly in welcome.  He
bit her other nipple, pulling it away from her breast with his teeth.  The
jolt of sweet pain felt like a blast of heat that threatened to burn her to
a crisp.

   She sobbed with a mixture of release and terror as ecstasy washed
through her.  In the midst of that he began moving again, releasing her
wrists and forcing one knee and then the other between her legs again.  Her
legs sprang open in complete surrender to his entry.  Her hands went to his
shoulders, but only to rest there...to touch him.  She arched her hips and,
somehow, his knees slid under her butt.  He fell forward, his arms going
under her shoulders, his hands gripping them and pulling down.

   In this position she was just as helpless as she'd been before, though
in a different way.  He was pulling her onto his skewering prick and she
felt like she was in the embrace of some giant stone figure.  The tip of
his prick pressed hard into her cervix and she felt pain from that, but
that pain was almost welcome.  She felt like they had flowed together to
become one living thing.

   "Ohhhhh," he groaned softly in her ear, and she felt the blossom of heat
from his prick that meant he was spurting.  His hips gave small spastic
jerks as that ball of heat got bigger and bigger in her belly, until it met
the heat that was filling the rest of her body as her orgasm saturated her
very bones with an incredible feeling of completion.  Her last conscious
thought before she surrendered to the feelings was that, while she couldn't
move at all, she felt more free than she'd ever felt in her entire life.

   ==================================

   Jennifer lay on top of her lover.  When he'd finished dominating her,
he'd rolled over, leaving her suddenly free to escape.  She hadn't wanted
to, though, and lay on him like a blanket, limp and warm.

   Neither had said anything as they caught their breath and let their
heart rates slow.  Jennifer's mind was wandering, while at the same time
registering the feel of his flesh against hers and the hand that was
resting on her right butt cheek.  That cheek didn't hurt right now, and she
took time to be thankful for that.

   "You hear them talk in the movies about makeup sex," she whispered. 
"Was that makeup sex?"

   "I think so," he said.

   "Asshole."

   She giggled, thinking she'd cleverly indicated she wanted to do this
again sometime.  She jumped and yelped, as his hand rose and fell again,
hard, on the very butt cheek she'd so recently been thinking of.
   
