Title: The Taming of Jane
Author: Jane Smith
Keywords: Cons, Bond, MF, Rom, True
Part: 1
Summary: Jane and Alex decide to grow their family.


"Truth is stranger than fiction, but it is because Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities; Truth isn't." - Mark Twain



Prologue: The Wish
Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Jane Smith knelt atop the bed as she had most nights of her eighteen years of marriage and waited patiently for her husband. With chin high, she studied herself in the mirror that stood across the room against the wall. She was a short woman at barely five feet and slightly on the "chubby" side. But that was one of the side effects of bearing six children and getting old. At forty-one, her hair was reddish brown and framed a round face that held a pair of blue eyes that peered back through black rectangular glasses. Her husband often teased her that if she were to dress in orange she would look like Velma from Scooby Doo. Of course, he thought Velma was the hottest of the cartoon characters on TV.

Her posture had nothing to do with any sense of pride even though Alex told her daily that she was still the most beautiful woman alive. And she believed he meant it from the look in his eyes. Her posture was from the tall, black leather posture collar that encircled her neck and was kept in place by a small lock. Another lock on the front connected a slender gold chain that ran to one of the decorative rings mounted into the foot of the bed. A quick glanced showed that the rings were well worn after years of use that was more than decorative.

This had been a ritual almost every night since their wedding night so long ago. It was amazing the number of things that had not survived the test of time and kids. Yet this was one that she clung to. Each night after kissing the children goodnight, Jane came to the bedroom, locked the door, and secured herself to wait for Alex. The key to the lock lay in the drawer by the bed - easy reach in an emergency. Even had it not been, the chain was slender enough to be broken with a good yank.

The rattling of the doorknob jerked her back from her wandering mind. It was not one of their children; they always knocked. It was the one rule that had helped them avoid many awkward situations. If a door was closed, you knocked. If no one answered, you could enter as long as it was not locked. If it was locked, you had to continue to knock until you were acknowledged. The only exception was in an emergency when someone was seriously ill or hurt.

The door opened, and her wonderful husband entered, closing the door behind him. He was tall - well over a foot taller than she. His body was lean from running, an activity that he shared with two of their kids. His dark brown hair had wisps of white at the temples giving him a sexy, academic look. Crossing the room, Alex sat on the edge of the bed and gave her the smile that made her heart melt. His warm hand cupped her cheek, and Jane thought she would die. If he only touched her that way the rest of her life, she would die a very happy woman.

With his other hand, he reached between her knees and picked up the notecard resting on the bed. She still wore the clothes Alex had picked out for her that morning. A pink top with long white sleeves giving it a layered look, a denim skirt, and black leggings. That too was something she cherished. Each morning Alex would lay the clothes he wanted to wear out. In addition, there was always a notecard listing her chores for the day.

Her chores almost always were things she would normally do anyway. If she did not forget. Alex teased that she would forget how to get home if not for the GPS, which was why he affectionately called her his "absent minded professor". Sometimes the items on the list were not so routine - mail a package, pickup something from the store, etc. And sometimes his requests were... Jane blushed at the memory of last week.

It was a cool Tuesday as Jane stood in the hallway and checked herself before leaving to meet Alex for their weekly lunch date. However, it was anything but usual. She wore a long, red wool coat that came halfway to her knees. Beneath the coat Jane wore a black, lace bra, matching panties, a garter belt, and stockings. The black boots she wore came almost to her knees. They were the only items in the box waiting for her in the garage. Her daily chore list had told her to go into the garage an hour before leaving to retrieve the box and change.

Sitting in the minivan, the coat rose so that her panties were the only thing between her and the cloth seat. Her hands instinctively checked the buttons of the coat to make sure nothing was exposed.

"You look nice," Alex teased as he met her outside Olive Garden.

"Thanks," she said blushing.

Lunch was... challenging. Sitting straight in the booth across from Alex with her knees clamped shut, Jane knew for certain everyone was staring at her. They knew she was naked beneath her coat. Well, practically naked. It took some practice eating so that her coat sleeve did not yank her coat up and expose any more of her legs.

After the meal was over, Alex walked her to the van and held the door open as she climbed in. She rolled the window down so that she could kiss him goodbye.

"Put your hands on the steering wheel," he said.

Jane obeyed.

Alex leaned in and unbuttoned the bottom coat button. His hand slipped in and caressed her thigh sending a shiver through her body. His fingers pulled gently at her thigh, and they parted for him. His fingers stroked her through the thin material protecting her womanhood. A tingling formed in her stomach and began spreading. Her eyes searched for anyone who might be watching but saw no one.

"Oh God," she cried out. The climax was intense despite its quick arrival. Her body shook as the pleasure swept through her. It no longer mattered if anyone saw.

Alex smiled and removed his hand. It took a moment for her to regain her composure.

"I love you," he said and leaned in to kiss her one more time.

"I love you too."

With that, he left to return to work. Jane sat there another couple of minutes basking in the glow still filling her. She was like a musical instrument in the hands of a craftsman. Alex knew just the right things to do to produce the sounds he wanted from her. On the way home, Jane stopped and dressed in a pair of running pants and a long sleeve shirt in the bathroom of a gas station. Alex had told her what to wear to lunch, but he did not say she had to wear it home.

Jane shuddered as she returned to the present.

"I love you," Alex said and tossed the card to the side. He held her face in both hands and gazed lovingly into her eyes.

"I love you so much." She took a deep breath. "I want to use one of my wishes."

Alex blinked in surprise. "Now? Okay."

Each year Alex gave her a card worth one wish for anything she wanted that was in his power to give on Christmas, her birthday, and their wedding annniversary. She had one left.

Taking another breath, she said "I want to have a baby."

If Alex was surprised before, he was shocked now. "A baby? I thought you didn't want any more kids."

"I changed my mind." From beneath her bottom, she produced the wish card. On the back she had written "A baby" and the date. Alex kept all of her wish cards in a box in the closet. It was fun to look at the things she had asked for over the years.

"You only want one? I thought you didn't want an odd number."

Jane grinned. "I don't."

"We're not getting any younger you know."

"Then we should get started."

Jane giggled as Alex pulled her to her feet. Her hands hung to her sides as his fingers unzipped her skirt and let it fall to her ankles. Then he pulled her leggings and panties down and off. As long as she had the collar on, he was allowed to have his way with her. Well, she almost always let him have his way with her. Without the collar, she had the right to refuse. Alex always stopped if she asked.

Reaching into the front of his shirt, Alex produced a key hanging on a gold chain. Carefully he removed it and knelt in front of her. Alex inserted the key into the small, round lock on the front of the steel belt circling her waist. A shield of metal connected to the front curved down and between her thighs. The shield contained a small slit that permitted her to pee with minimal mess. At the back of the shield, two chains ran up her buttocks to connect to the back of the chastity belt.

Of the many things she had tried over the years, this was the one that had kept her interest. The rule was simple. She could lock herself in the chastity belt at any time, but only Alex could free her. The exception (there were always exceptions in life) was if she became sick or was on her period. Or pregnant. This was her third day in the belt. After showering Sunday morning she had casually slipped the steel thing on and locked it. It was not until that afternoon did Alex discover it.

His hand caressed her cleanly shaven womanhood which sent a shudder through her.

"Did you call Bill today?" His voice was so conversational as if he were not fondling her.

"No," she gasped. His finger slipped between her nether lips and massaged her clitoris. God! It was so hard to think with him doing that! "Do you think that's a good idea? With my having two more kids?"

Bill was her former thesis advisor during her graduate work. It had taken her four years to finish her PhD in Mathematics. It was then that she and Alex met; Alex had been an undergraduate student in the Topology class she was taking. Bill had called her two weeks earlier to see if she would be interested in a teaching position now that all six kids were in school.

"Who said we were having two more kids?" Alex gave her a grin.

"But I thought we didn't want an odd number?" Her fingers gripped the bottom of her shirt as she fought the urge to squeeze her legs closed.

"Four is an even number."

"Four! Four more kids!" The shock overwhelmed the pleasure that was filling her.

"Why not?" Alex removed his hand from between her legs.

"I'm forty-one! And ten kids? We already have two to a room."

"Yes, but Lynn is moving out in less than two years. And Allen in four."

Sadness filled her at the thought of her children moving off to college.

His hand touched her cheek. The smell of her desire wafted to her nose. Their eyes met, and she recognized the look. She was going to bear four more children for Alex.

"Still, do you think it's a good idea for me to start back to work?" Four more children! And four more pregnancies!

"Why not? You could work part-time. He made it sound like an option."

Alex inserted the key into the lock on the front of the collar and removed the chain. Then he pulled her top off and removed her tan bra. The impression of the chastity belt could be seen around her waist. He had not removed the collar.

"Kneel."

Jane did not hesitate. She knelt and placed her hands on her bare knees.

Alex took a seat on the edge of the bed and studied her. The silence stretched on and Jane began to wonder if he was waiting on her to say something. But what?

"You are very beautiful," he said finally.

"Thank you." She refrained from saying that he was the only one that thought so. It would be a sure way to earn a spanking.

"You know, when got married we were going to have a dozen kids."

Jane blinked. That was an odd topic to be discussing at this moment. "I know." She had always wanted a large family; one of her favorite books was still "Cheaper By the Dozen" by Frank Gilbreth.

"How would you feel about six more children?"

Jane tried to turn her head to stare but was stopped by the collar. Her mind did the math quickly; she had always been good at math. "Alex... Let's say I don't start menopause until I'm fifty. That's about eight months from when I give birth to getting pregnant again."

"It was just a thought. Two more kids would be perfect. That gives us eight wonderful children." His fingers brushed her cheeks. "I love you so much."

Jane swallowed. She could not believe what she was about to say. "I love you very much Alex." Butterflies fluttered in her middle. "And I want to have your babies. I want to have six more of your babies."

"Jane... I was just asking your thoughts... I wasn't..."

"Alex. I know you were not telling me. I know you were not asking me to. I understand. But... If you are willing to do it, then I want to have six more children." Then she smiled. "I want to ammend my wish. I want to have six more children."

He was quiet a moment. "You're sure about this?"

"I am."

He leaned forward. There was a tugging at the back of her neck as the collar was unlocked and unbuckled. He removed the collar which freed her from her status as "property". But Jane did not move from her kneeling position.

They looked at one another. Jane loved Alex so much. She loved being his obedient wife, the mother of his children, and his submissive.

"Do you ever wish we had a normal marriage?"

Alex leaned back. "Why would you ask that?"

"I just want to make sure you're okay with this."

He laughed so hard that tears formed in his eyes. "Don't you think it's a little late asking that by about eighteen years?"

"It's never too late. If you want things to change."

"Are you happy?"

Jane nodded. "You make me very happy. I'd be happy even if things were... normal."

Alex rose and opened the top dresser drawer and removed a wooden box. She remembered the box well; she had bought it at a flea market not long after they married. Alex sat the box on the bed and opened it to reveal several well worn black leather items. They showed their age - much like she was. For the last decade they were brought out once a year - their wedding anniversary. They were the original restraints and collar she had given him.

Alex buckled the restraints around her ankles and wrists and then the was buckled around her neck. They were... comfortable.

Alex tilted her head back and gazed into her eyes. "Jane Smith, do you wish for me to release you from your promises? I will if you ask. And we can have a normal relationship. Do you wish to be free?"

She did not hesitate. Her heart spoke before her mind had time to think. "No Alex. I am yours. I belong to you. Forever."

He pulled her to her feet and toward the bed. Reaching beneath it, he produced several lengths of red rope and a wedge shaped cushion. Jane smiled as she knelt over the wedge with her bottom in the air and her face against the bed. Alex spread her legs and tied each restraint to the rings mounted on the headboard and at the foot of the bed. She looked in the mirror and watched Alex undressed.

Excitement filled her as Alex climbed atop the bed and between her legs. She wiggled her bottom invitingly. Gripping her hips Alex's shaft touched her. Alex often called her his beautiful mare. He was her stallion. She cried out as he mounted her and began to breed her.

