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I told Debbie and Bill about discovering Nancy's true identity and although Debbie was a little disappointed that I'd spoiled the surprise Bill chuckled and said, "I told you he'd find out so it looks like you lost the bet. Tomorrow's going to be a long day."
He turned to me and explained, "The original plan was to engage in our special activities tonight and then we'd go out tomorrow. There's an art exhibit Debbie and Nancy were keen on seeing. I thought you'd guess that Nancy and Ann were the same person but the ladies were sure you wouldn't so we made a bet. If they lost they agreed to remain at our beck and call until you left on Sunday."
I laughed and told them about the convoluted question Ann, I mean Nancy asked me which included more than just tonight's frolic so it seemed she already knew she was going to pay the price for doubting my insight and perseverance. I asked Bill what he would've lost if I hadn't guessed correctly and he mumbled, "Let's not go into that." So I didn't.
Then I said, "I think I know which art exhibit they want to go to and to be honest, I'd like to see it too so I have a suggestion. First of all, Debbie, do you still have the sandpaper panties you told me about?"
She was suspicious but answered, "Yes."
"And do you only have one pair?"
Another affirmative and I asked my final question. "Would it be difficult to make another pair?"
This time Bill, who saw where I was going, answered, "Not at all. I still have plenty of sanding grit and the rubber cement and since Debbie's are probably in need of a retread we can have the women spend part of tomorrow morning preparing their new and rather uncomfortable garments for our excursion. And to make sure they get the most benefit from them . . ."
I interrupted, "Wait a minute. This is my suggestion so let me finish that thought. The panties won't be worn until just before we leave and they'll be covering two freshly spanked rear ends."
Debbie winced at the idea but Bill smiled as he said, "Just what I was going to say. Wait till you see how they jump when we give that area a little swat or even a normally gentle squeeze. It'll be great fun to see them try and maintain their composure when we're in the gallery so it's settled."
Debbie complained mildly, "I'm not so sure it's going to be as much fun for Nancy and me but we lost the bet fair and square and one way or another our bottom's were going to get a lot of unpleasant attention tomorrow afternoon anyway. We might as well enjoy a little culture while you remind us of our roles. Now, I don't have to obey orders until later and if you two don't get out of my kitchen this minute you're not going to have any dinner. Scoot!"
When Nancy Ann arrived a little while later the first thing Debbie said was, "Wait till you hear what these two have planned for us tomorrow." She proceeded to tell all and Nancy Ann's face showed the same grimace we saw on Debbie's earlier. But she was just as stoic in her reluctant acceptance of our decree.
By the way, although I knew her as Ann while I've been working with her the last few weeks I decided to go along with her relatives and call her Nancy. This seemed most appropriate since she was, in essence, going to be a totally different woman than the one I knew in just about all respects.
She had an overnight case with her and I accompanied her to the guest room. The original arrangement was for her to submit to Bill and me on Friday evening only. After that she could easily go home. The extra clothes may be just her tolerant acceptance of the extended stay and I wondered if she would've spent the night with me if she hadn't lost the bet. My curiosity got the better of me and when we were alone in the room I asked her. She blushed which made me think I overstepped my bounds. I had a good indication how she felt about spanking and sex but this question went beyond that. It bordered on more intimate feelings. I started to apologize for being too forward but she stopped me and said, "No, that's a perfectly valid question. The short answer is Yes. Its been over two months since I got my last spanking from Bill and I've been hinting that I'm overdue for another session. He can really warm up my bottom and between him, Debbie and the vibrators I'm usually quite sated but there's always been something missing. I usually spend the night in this bed after our games because I don't want to drive while my bottom is still stinging but it can be pretty lonely. I can't help thinking about Bill and Debbie snuggled together after an evening of exciting sex and wishing there was someone here to hold me and maybe even make love when we wake up. I'm especially looking forward to that with you. To be honest, I was attracted to you from the moment you walked into my office so you're not just a convenient male to sleep with."
I smiled, held out my arms for her and said, "You're not the only one who's been thinking erotic thoughts about a co-worker. Even if Bill and Debbie hadn't planned on us being here this evening I intended to stay the weekend and ask you out on a date. I could only hope that we would end up in bed and spend hours doing wonderful things to each other and now it looks like things worked out perfectly."
She came into my arms and did her best to look coy as she confessed, "I'm the one who suggested tonight's games. I fantasized about you which is true but when Debbie told me about your first night with them my daydreams became more focused. As I said, I was needing a night like this with them and I still do. I like your idea of spending hours here but that's for later. I still want you to treat me the way Bill does on these nights and see that my bottom gets all the spankings you think it needs. The silly business Tuesday night was just that, silliness but I couldn't wait to feel your hands on me. Tonight I'm yours to do with as you wish and the big difference between you and Bill was clearly defined in my memo."
She meant that little note she passed to me as I left the office. I wouldn't have called it a memo but once a project manager, always a project manager. However, tonight she would shed all those wrappings as well as all her clothes and become a passionate woman whose bottom was certain to get all the spankings it needed.
I held her close and said, "I'll make a deal with you. When we get into bed you are not my personal slave but a special person I want to share pleasure with. However, when it comes to paying off a bet a bargain is a bargain and when we're not in this room I expect you to do whatever I command. Agreed?"
She nodded her agreement. She felt so soft and fit just right in my arms that I had to make a special request. "Before we go back downstairs, may I kiss you?"
Her lips answered but not with any words and when we separated we both sighed, "Wow."
The dinner was delightful with plenty of chatter and stories about Debbie and Nancy growing up together. In spite of the light atmosphere every time one of us picked up either of the blue salt or pepper shakers we were all reminded of what was on the agenda afterwards. There seemed to be an air of enthusiastic anticipation after we ate and we all pitched in to clean the dining room and the kitchen and then finally head for the family room. Bill and Debbie went first and the way they held hands was so sweet I couldn't help reaching out and sharing the same soft gesture of affection with Nancy.
As soon as we arrived at our destination Bill asked no one in particular, "Well, how shall we start?"
I spoke up. "There were parts of Nancy I wasn't allowed to touch last Tuesday. I'd like to do that now."
Nancy stood before me, took my hands and raised them to her face. This got a chuckle since it wasn't what Bill or Debbie expected but it was exactly what I had in mind. I closed my eyes for a moment and let my hands stroke and explore the face I was very familiar with by sight for a full two or three minutes. Then I opened my eyes, moved to what was in effect, my chair and patted my knee. Nancy moved to my side and when I held my hand up she took it and let me guide her down to the position she was in that night. I once again asked Debbie to raise her cousin's dress until I could grasp the hem and slide it under Nancy. She had already removed her pantyhose sometime earlier in the evening so that was a minor deviation from the routine we followed that night. The next step concerned her panties and following our one night tradition I got them clear of her bottom and Debbie took over to complete their removal.
Now I could finally see the wonderful bare bottom I only felt before. It was as beautiful as I knew it would be. And so in need of my hand's attention. First rubbing around and then the light tap tour. This time it was repeated five more times and each one having a more significant effect on the color before my eyes. Then the fleshy area that I spent the bulk of my time on previously became my focus again although I expanded my theater of operations to include all of her bottom down to the beginning of her thighs. I had an idea for the next phase of the evening and this part of Nancy figured prominently. She knew what she was getting into when she agreed to be in this position with me tonight so I didn't hold back and it didn't take long for the moans I heard then to escape from the sweet lips I kissed a short while ago. Tuesday's sample was being amplified with each swat and her bottom was a satisfactory hue when I stopped.
She could've taken a lot more but this wasn't supposed to be an agonizing punishment for some crime, just some friends that like to give and receive spankings. Besides, I had the rest of the evening and another day and a half to give this part of her more than enough heat and I didn't want to wear her out too soon.
I slipped my hand between her thighs and was rewarded with a different sort of sigh when my fingers found and probed her wetness. I'm sure she would've wanted me to spend more time there but I had other plans so after only a minute or two of my manual stimulation I sent her back to her feet. It was rather cute the way she immediately fell to her knees and reached for my zipper. You can believe me when I say I hated to stop her but Debbie was waiting impatiently(?) for us to focus our attention on her.
I asked Bill if he minded me taking charge for a while and he politely deferred all decisions to me. I sent Debbie for one of the dining room chairs. During her absence I moved to another area that was untouchable Tuesday night. I put my hands on the perfect breasts I couldn't help thinking about the last two weeks and was happy to discover they felt soft and firm just like her bottom.
When Debbie returned I told her where I wanted the chair and then politely thanked her as I said she was welcome to sit by her husband and enjoy the show. I had Nancy stand in front of us and slowly remove the rest of her clothes. I commented on the loveliness of the body being revealed to us and although Bill had seen her naked many times before, he acted like it was the first time she had exposed her charms in front of him and added a few comments of his own. It took a bit of prodding to get Debbie to join in the discussion but she too was giving her opinions and suggestions on how best to make use of the naked body doing slow twirls and bending in ways that accentuated various parts of her. This appeared to cause Nancy some embarrassment as it was supposed to. It was my hands the did most of the guiding as she was put into some very erotic poses so I had ample opportunity to probe and squeeze wherever I liked. I have to admit that while she was somewhat humiliated to be displayed in this manner she responded favorably to my touch. She was still very wet and her nipples were pointing out like two hard pencil erasers. I sent her to be fondled by Bill but it was when she had to offer herself to Debbie's hands that the full impact of being the only unclothed plaything hit home. As I had hoped, Debbie got into the spirit of things and seemed to forget that she would soon join her cousin. She delightedly joined in the fun of making obscene observations and, along with Bill and me, adding more than a few playful swats to the very visible and extremely available bottom attached to the naked woman being passed around. It was part of my plan for the sting in Nancy's rear end to be kept alive and all three of us saw to that.
When Nancy's mortification reached its peak I called a temporary halt to the festivities and said it was time for the next item on the agenda which was for Debbie to have a few less clothes. She sighed as she realized her fun with Nancy was about to end and stood up. She reached behind to unzip her dress but I told her to put her hands at her side and let Nancy do the honors of stripping her female tormentor in preparation for a good spanking. Debbie was certainly not against getting spanked and knew a little humiliation came with it but she was not expecting this. She was not in control of anything and had to stand, twist, and bend as Nancy followed our directions and added a few ideas of her own to make the uncovering of her cousin match her own in a most erotic manner. When I announced that it was time for Debbie's first spanking she looked to Bill and me and wondered which one of us would get that privilege. I left her in suspense as I recounted the story I heard. The one where Debbie first told Nancy about the special game she played with Bill. I could see smiles on Bill's and Nancy's faces as they understood the nature and direction of my comments but Debbie didn't catch on until I finished. Her look of surprise and shock on her face was exquisite when I told her we were going to relive some of those first moments tonight and the first order of business was a repeat of Debbie getting spanked by Nancy.
There was some satisfaction on Nancy's part as she took Debbie's hand and led her to "my chair" but I pointed to the one Debbie had delivered. It was a nice and solid old oak chair with no arms and as Nancy was soon reminded, no cushion. Giving her cousin a spanking wasn't going to be as much fun and she hoped. The reason I had focused so much of my attention on the portion of her in direct contact with the chair and had Bill and Debbie add to it was now apparent. She grimaced as she sat down. I knew it would be uncomfortable and the added weight of another woman on her lap was going to make her gyrations and the spanking even more fun to watch.
At first she was hesitant to do much more than give Debbie a few light swats. Loyalty to her cousin was one possible explanation but I think it was more the discomfort on her own rear end that was the real reason. The combination of being reminded how Debbie had treated her a few minutes ago and the threat of Bill and I giving her another few dozen if she didn't perform satisfactorily got her hand to come down harder. With further encouragement Nancy proceeded to get Debbie's bottom nice and red. However, Debbie was not entirely defenseless. She involuntarily jumped a bit after one particularly hard swat and her groan was not the only one heard. Thereafter she wriggled and bounced her body constantly causing greater stress on Nancy's contact with the chair and therefore increasing her spanker's distress while her own was building. In spite of the discomfort felt by both parties they began to laugh and it truly became a game. When Bill and I decided they had enough fun for the moment we called a halt to the spanking and then he reminded them of the next thing that happened that afternoon.
Debbie playfully promised to be Nancy's slave although we all knew that relationship was not going to last very long. Be that as it may, she knelt in front of Nancy who opened her legs to allow her servant to lean forward. Bill explained that while they were reluctant at first he often had them pay homage to each other's sex in this manner. As Debbie's mouth made contact and Nancy pulled her cousin's head tight against her crotch it was obvious that they had gotten over any unwillingness to engage is this act.
I have to mention that later that night Nancy confided to me that although she experienced orgasms with Debbie she much preferred the more traditional method of achieving sexual satisfaction. This was just after she and I had done that very thing but I get ahead of myself. Back to the regularly schedule narrative.
Nancy was temporarily sated and now it was Debbie's turn. Debbie crawled to the hidden closet where Nancy picked out a favorite vibrator. Then Debbie was on her back exposing herself obscenely as she went to work on herself. It wasn't long until Nancy joined her on the floor and assisted the endeavor by fondling, pinching, twisting and pulling Debbie's breasts. It struck me as somewhat unfair that the two women who were supposed to be our slaves had experienced orgasms while our need continued to grow. But not to worry, that situation was soon to be remedied.
In keeping with our scenario Nancy's wrists were wrapped in the padded leather cuffs and a few moments later she was suspended from the ceiling beam waiting for the ten strokes with paddle. But first there was the warm-up which wasn't really necessary since her bottom had been plenty warmed earlier but tradition is tradition. Debbie got to return the swats she received from Nancy's hand but only about a dozen times. Here we left the reenactment of that fateful afternoon. Rather than have Debbie deliver the paddling the unanimous decision (by the only one's allowed to vote) was that Bill would give Debbie the spanking his hand had been itching to deliver and I would apply the paddle to Nancy's bottom. The spankings were not entirely simultaneous. Since the paddle was much more effective than his hand I spaced it out. One solid smack with the paddle every third time Bill planted his hand on his wife's adorable rear end.
When we were finished there were two very sore bottoms and four aroused people. I won't even try to describe how Bill and Debbie joined together but as for Nancy and me, she was still hanging from the beam and had her legs wrapped around my waist as I gave her the very thing she outlined in her memo. As she requested, it was hard and fast and a mutual delight.
Since we didn't have to try and fit all of their humiliation and spankings into one session that night we decided to retire early. But not before we reminded them that they were to be obedient and available to both of us. Bill explored Nancy's assets while I became reacquainted with Debbie's bumps and valleys. Then he got the necessary material for the special panties and set them out on the coffee table. He announced that following breakfast the women would each receive a good spanking. I would see to Debbie and he would attend to Nancy. Then they would busy themselves with the material he set out in preparation for our outing. With these final instructions for the night we went our separate ways.
Upon arrival in the guest room I received a kiss that rivaled her previous one and she helped me out of my clothes. More kissing, snuggling, petting, stroking, etc, etc, etc and we fell asleep a few hours later.
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