A few days later there was a knock at the door and Mama Ifeanyi walked in. "Mr Ibe would like to see you, Mr Ngwu," she said respectfully.
"Show him in," responded Ikem with authority.
Harry Ibe was a twenty-four year old employee at the firm and was due to marry in a few weeks time.
Ikem extended his hand. "Harry, good to see you. Sit down. All excited about the big day?"
Harry blushed. "Well, yes and no, sir..." Harry stopped.
"What's the problem?"
Harry hesitated. "Well, you'll laugh at me."
Ikem put a serious face on. "I promise Harry, I won't laugh."
Harry stood up. He turned his back as if to leave and then swung around, having summoned up his courage. "Ikem, I've never done it before. You know?.,.."
Ikem looked up in astonishment. "You mean you are still a virgin?"
Harry shook his head as if in shame.
"Does Oluchi know?"
"Oh know Ikem."
"Well, I'm not laughing."
"What am I going to do Ikem?" asked Harry in panic.
"Well, you are going to calm down for one thing. Then you are going to learn what to do."
"How?"
Ikem didn't answer he simply pressed his intercom. "Come in here, Mama Ifeanyi."
"Yes, Mr Ngwu," Ikem's mother-in-law responded.
Mama Ifeanyi stood there passively and with apprehension before the two men.
" I want you and Harry to go to the Stamford hotel and I want you to teach him all you know about fucking," said Ikem sternly.
"I beg your pardon?" uttered Mama Ifeanyi in shock.
Ikem looked at Harry with a smile. "Would you excuse us for a moment, Harry?"
"Er, certainly, Ikem," responded Harry, leaving the office clearly puzzled.
"Get over that chair, ."
"Please Ikem..."
"Get over that fucking chair!" yelled Ikem.
Mama Ifeanyi reluctantly did so, knowing full well what was about to happen. She was shocked when Ikem lifted her skirt and with sheer brute force literally ripped her sexy panties from her body. Mama Ifeanyi didn't have time to react as the paddle struck her bare ass with an enormous sting. Once again Mama Ifeanyi tried to muffle her screams. Ikem spanked her five times.
"Now get up and head for the hotel and fuck that boy's brains out. Remember, 2.5 million Naira or jail. Your choice."
Humiliated, Mama Ifeanyi obeyed and took Harry to the hotel for sex.
When she returned to the office, Mama Ifeanyi's ass was still sore as she gently sat in her chair. Worst of all was that she felt naked as she had not replaced her panties on Ikem's orders.
***
A week later Chief phoned Ikem at the office to tell him that Nkoli had been taken to hospital. Taking Mama Ifeanyi with him, he drove as fast as he could, anxious to see his wife. When they got to the private room Chief was there with his daughter.
"How are you sweetheart," asked Ikem as he took his wife's hand.
"I'm alright. It's just a little high blood pressure."
Ikem looked up at Chief and he nodded in agreement and smiled. Ikem stayed with his wife for several hours with Mama Ifeanyi at his side. Chief then came back, having gone on his rounds on the ward. "Ikem, why don't you and Mama Ifeanyi head home? There's no more you can do here. Nkoli is in safe hands. I'll be with her, I promise."
"You'll call if there's any news?"
"Of course," responded Chief, patting his son-in-law on the shoulder, reassuringly. Mama Ifeanyi kissed her daughter and left with Ikem. There was an uneasy silence as Ikem drove the car. Mama Ifeanyi soon realised he was driving to his own home. She said nothing, fearing another spanking. In the bedroom Ikem simply stood and nodded to his mother-in-law. Mama Ifeanyi knew exactly what he wanted and she submitted without question as she proceeded to undress. By now her natural inhibitions had vanished as she stood before her son-in-law in the nude. She got into bed without question and waited for her unwanted lover patiently. Ikem mounted Mama Ifeanyi and despite the fact she was being fucked by her son-in-law, Mama Ifeanyi actually had sexual pleasure and satisfaction for the first time in years, although she would never admitted. Exhausted by their sexual exertions, they fell asleep, cradled in each others arms.
***
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