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The weekend visit was very pleasant but (much to your dismay, I'm seeing the local sights, attending a wonderful concert and eating in fancy restaurants. They put me up in a very comfortable guest room and induced me to cancel my hotel reservations and stay with them for another week. Even though my contract was ending the next Friday they asked me to stay the following weekend. I didn't know whether the invitation included a repeat of my first evening's visit but they were so hospitable I gratefully agreed to stay and changed my flight reservations accordingly. And speaking of their erotic game, there was no mention of it until Tuesday evening.
After another wonderful dinner we again retired to the family room for conversation and coffee but I noticed both of them steal furtive glances at the clock. It was as if they were waiting for something that was supposed to happen at a particular time and I finally said, "If there's a TV show you want to watch that's fine with me. You don't have to entertain me all the time."
Bill and Debbie smiled at each other and Bill said, "I didn't realize we were so obvious. We wanted to wait until the last minute to explain things to you but since she'll be here in five minutes I guess we can let the cat out of the bag. Debbie's cousin Nancy is coming over."
I asked, "So why the big secret? I'd love to meet her."
Debbie picked up the explanation. "You will. We're thinking about having her join us this weekend and she wants us to put out the special salt and pepper shakers."
I perked up at this news and Debbie continued. "Actually, what she wants is for you to. I don't know how to say this. Bill?"
Her husband found the words. "Since she knows you will be taking part in the activities she wants you to audition for your role. Specifically, she wants you to spank her."
With that hurdle past, Debbie continued, "She knows about your first night here. When I told her how you spanked me she was quite interested but she wants to know first hand, so to speak, what to expect. Not the full thing but only a taste."
I answered that I would be happy to demonstrate my technique in that area. Then I got the big surprise.
They nervously looked at each other for a moment and Bill made the announcement. "She doesn't want you to see her until this weekend so you have to be blindfolded."
It struck me as a strange request and asked why but they only replied that Nancy had her own reasons and if she chose to tell me she would. Until then, they had nothing more to say on the subject other than to ask if I agreed.
I did and Debbie went to the hidden closet to get the necessary materials. She said Bill often took away her ability to see what was happening or going to happen to enhance her feeling of helplessness so she knew how effective the items she held up were. Once they were affixed I had to agree with her assessment. I couldn't see a thing and their timing was perfect. Just as Debbie was finishing up I heard the doorbell followed by Bill's footsteps going and two sets of feet returning.
I stood up and held out my hand as I introduced myself. A soft hand gripped mine but it was Bill's voice that answered. "She wants me to say that she's delighted to meet you too but still hasn't decided whether or not to join us Friday night. She's somewhat shy so she hopes you'll understand if she doesn't speak."
I added this to the growing mystery and reached up to touch her face. She held my hand away and Bill maintained his role as Master of Ceremonies as he said, "That's forbidden. The only part of her you're allowed to touch is her bottom and then only to spank it. I'll help you move to the chair and then she'll go over your lap."
After I was seated I listened carefully and knew when she was standing at my side. Trying to be a gentleman I reached out to steady her descent. I had an ulterior motive. I was able to reach behind her and put my hand on her waist and as she settled into position I put my other hand on her shoulder. Armed with an approximation of the length of her torso added to the height of her waist from the floor I figured her to be slightly taller than Debbie and once she was settled I estimated her to be only slightly heavier than her cousin. Being temporarily blinded it was not questioned when I slid my hands down her sides as I worked my way to the scene of the impending audition. Although I had no real idea regarding the size of her breasts I was quite satisfied with her basic figure and the swell of her hips. Nor was I disappointed with the shape of her rear end when I got there.
I patted it gently and said, "This won't be a true test with this dress in the way. Debbie, would you lift the hem and hand it to me? Thank you."
The woman on my lap raised herself a bit as I slid the front of her dress under her and started to relax back down until I put my fingers into the waistband of her pantyhose. She pushed herself up again to facilitate their lowering. She remained in that somewhat uncomfortable posture which I took to mean that she was expecting her panties to follow the same path. They did. Then I asked, "Would she prefer that I leave them where they are? I have plenty of bare skin to work with now but I think having them off completely enhances the experience."
Even before Bill or Debbie answered I felt Nancy's upper body's slight movements as she nodded her head. It would've been awkward for me to accomplish this without losing my balance so Debbie did the honors and I was then free to apply my hand in the proscribed manner. However, I was not ready to strike just yet. While I was supposed to limit my contact to spanking any competent practitioner of the art has to explore the entire surface before swatting so I spent a moment or two running my hand on what felt to be a most delectable bottom. The need for this deviation from the ground rules seemed to be understood and no protest was voiced. It was now time to get down to business.
I started with light taps to evaluate the overall resiliency from side to side and from the top of her buttocks to a few inches down her thighs. My satisfaction (as well as something else) was increasing with every passing second. I made the tour twice more. Each one a bit harder. Her bottom was not noticeably warmer and I had to imagine its soft pinkish glow before I concentrated my efforts on the fleshiest part of both her upturned cheeks. This was only a demonstration so I didn't spank as hard as I could but the sound of the slaps, her bodily reaction and an eventual soft moan told me they were having a good effect. I moved my attack to the lowest part of rear end and struck just solidly enough for her to get the idea of what she could expect when we met again. I finished with a flurry of swats on my previous target area and got a definite `ouch'. I announced the cessation of the `sample' but kept my hand on the surface to "rub away some of the sting". (Insert lecherous laugh here.)
As I rubbed I asked if she was satisfied with my ability and felt her body move as she nodded her head and received aural verification from both Bill and Debbie. My next question was if she found any enjoyment from the exercise. I got a similar response but this time I felt the need to make sure. My hand slid between her legs which could've closed tight against the intrusion but opted to open wider as I stroked her wetness. I was not at all surprised at the ease with which first one finger and then a few more gained entrance and tweaked her special spot. I stopped short of her reaching climax and promised to finish the job properly in a few days.
There was no mistaking the disappointment in her soft moan as I helped her to her feet. But before I could rise I felt hands pushing my legs apart and then fingers unzipping and extracting me. No sooner was I exposed when a soft mouth settled around me. As if I had any doubt who's mouth it was, Debbie said, "That's not me." and Bill assured me it wasn't him either.
During the explanation of Nancy's role in their game they said she chose not to satisfy Bill with traditional intercourse but agreed to providing oral gratification. What he neglected to mention was that she was good at it. Very good. Make that very, very good and when she was finished I was drained in more than one sense of the word. I lay back in the chair while she put her clothes to rights and barely found the energy to stand and receive her farewell handshake.
In the next few days I thought about our encounter quite often. It was one of the most erotic events I had ever experienced. Being devoid of sight and relying only on sound and feel made the spanking totally unlike any I had ever delivered. And with one of my five senses unusable her after-spanking gesture of appreciation was even more delightful.
Between my wonderful memories I also mused on her need for anonymity. There's an old saying that the best way to keep a secret is not to tell anybody you have one as it can lead to dangerous curiosity. Why didn't she want me to see or hear her? The likely answer was that she was someone I had already met under less than erotic circumstances. That wasn't a good enough reason by itself. She must be someone I'm likely to meet before the weekend and she wishes to keep her identity and special desires from interfering with our present acquaintance (if any). That made sense but then there was the matter of not feeling her face. While I understand blind people can distinguish individuals by that method I was not experienced enough to relate the face I felt with one I might see. That led me to the conclusion that there must be something distinctive about her face that would become apparent by touch alone. And so I paid particular attention to the women I worked with or were around the office to find a likely candidate. There was one Nancy in the office but without going into embarrassing detail, she was definitely not the one. The next step was to discount all the women not known by that designation and focus on those I knew only by surname or by no name at all. It made for an interesting couple of days but by Friday afternoon I was no closer to the truth (or even a good guess) than I was Wednesday morning.
I would get my questions answered in a few hours but it frustrated me that I wasn't able to solve the puzzle. Then I had two great insights. First, maybe she didn't go by Nancy at work. I've met a few people who were known by one name but their families call them something different. Usually it's a pet name but it could be that Nancy was her middle name and only used by relatives and close friends. That opened up many possibilities as long as I could ignore the face touching restriction. It could be just a red herring to put me off the trail and if so, I was dealing with a very devious opponent. Then it dawned on me that it was not her face she wished to keep concealed but something else about her head. I smiled as I saw Ann, the project manager, walk by. She would've been my first choice (and a delightful choice she would be) except for the name business. She was a very attractive woman, about the right size and shape and hair that flowed over her shoulders and all the way to her waist. It would be impossible to keep me from noticing that when she went over my lap unless she had it tucked up in a tight bun. I had seen her tresses in such a configuration the previous week and it was obvious to the most casual observer that there was a lot of hair wrapped up in it. That was what she feared I would feel Tuesday night and her secret would be revealed prematurely. All I had to do now was confirm my suspicions (and my hopes) so when she passed me again I said, "By the way, Debbie wanted me to ask you what time you were coming over."
I was prepared to mumble some excuse about thinking about someone else and not meaning her if I was wrong but she stopped, stared, blushed in embarrassment and fury. She whispered incredulously, "She told you who I was? I'll kill her."
I smiled and replied, "There's no need for such drastic action. Debbie didn't tell me anything. It was just a conjecture and you just verified it."
I went on to explain my line of reasoning and she smiled as she acknowledged my acumen but nevertheless was glad I hadn't made the connection until the workweek was over. It might have made for an awkward situation since she was temporarily my boss but she coyly added that she was looking forward to tonight's role reversal. I assured her I felt the same way. There was no one within hearing distance so I quietly added that I was especially anticipating a repeat of her special talent and then brashly asked if the restriction she gave to Bill regarding other favors applied to me also. She blushed again and looked shocked at my effrontery. I almost believed I overstepped my bounds until I saw her wink and smile as she chided me. "Are you implying that after spanking my bottom until it's bright red you would take advantage of me when I'm naked, helplessly bound, totally submissive and unbelievably horny and then continue to treat me like I'm your personal slave to humiliate and spank for the entire weekend and if that wasn't enough you're going to have your way with me again and again to satisfy your perverted lust until I'm exhausted from multiple orgasms?"
It took me a few seconds to parse and categorize all the segments of her over-conjunctive question. Before I could say anything some other people were approaching so I could only smile and nod a response. Somehow that didn't seem to be enough so I spoke in a normal voice and said, "My work here is done so I'll be on my way. It's been a pleasure working with you. Oh, and thank you for your suggestions for the weekend. I'll make sure to do all those things."
She returned my smile. "It's been our pleasure also. I hope you can come back again. Oh, and regarding your answer to my question, I'm delighted to say that we are of one mind and in total agreement."
Before bidding me a final(?) farewell she wrote a short note on a piece of scrap paper. She put it in my pocket and shook my hand. It was not unlike the way we parted Tuesday night but there was a sparkle in her eyes that made it completely different. In the elevator I took out her note and read, "You tasted very good and I can't wait to have the big thing plowing into me hard and fast. Tell Debbie I'll be there by 6."
She signed it Nancy Ann.
So I was wrong about her using her middle name with relatives. Nobody's perfect.
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