about the relationship with a man more than double her age. Her parents would not spank her, for as she had constantly reminded herself, they never did such things. They would, however, erupt in verbal fury and possibly kick her out of their home for good, even though she was an adult.
Since her furniture was back in Tempe, her parents put up a cot for her in her old room, and in the darkness of night, it was like times long gone. Naked, while everyone was asleep, she fingered herself to climax, biting her lip to keep from crying, and cursing the occasional squeaks the makeshift bed made. The dread of being caught came back as before, but while it intensified her pleasure, fiddling herself while the rest of the household slept, she missed the real thing she had become accustomed to.
While in the shower, with the water running so heavily she knew no one could hear, she even bent herself over the sink and used the hair brush a couple of times in a self-administered spanking. It was nowhere near as hard or intense as Darren would have delivered, but it provided a brief satisfaction in place of the man she missed so deeply.
There was no doubt she was madly in love with Darren Foster and the strange things he offered. She had been quite a student, and Darren had proven himself a more outstanding teacher than anyone at Arizona State.
When she returned, the sex was torrid. Oddly, they did not even spank the first go-around, but were so horny for each other they went straight to the bed.
More and more, this continued, with her relationship hidden from the world.
It was then an odd thing happened. On campus, one of the women from a science class spoke to her. Tamara was her name. Tamara Kennedy. The last name was easy to remember.
Tamara asked if she could bring out a bold question, and Blair was stunned by what it was.
It seemed because she was never seen about campus with a guy and looked to live such a secretive life, Tamara believed her to be a lesbian.
Blair was nothing of the kind. In her Bisbee days, she had gone through some of the same gossip when she was so reserved. Dreams back then, rather than sex, were her primary goal, and the only reason she dated any of the guys in school was to cast off the rumors. That was why she lost her virginity but preferred her own hand at home. Less chance of heartache. Less chance of pregnancy.
Times had changed her. Now she was even willing to examine the possibility of doing it with another female. After all, look what one spanking game had led to.
Rather than being offended, Blair said she might consider it, but not right away. She said she was straight and took a risk of her own. She dared to ask if Tamara would consider a three way with her male partner. It was then Tamara’s turn to say she would consider the options. They left at a stalemate.
A few nights later, after their hand spanking session and lovemaking, Blair whispered the suggestion to Darren.
Amazingly, he was up to it.
“If I can get her to go along with this, I’ll set things up next week,” Blair said in a voice far too casual for the implications. “Just be sure nothing is going to tear me away from you, but I think since we do everything else, we might as well put up the heat a bit. What do you think?”
It was then something even more shocking happened.
“Did you know there was a woman before you that I used to see for spanking sessions?” Darren blurted out. When he mentioned this, he stared up at the ceiling, as if to see a different face from a different time in his mind.
It was the moment Blair dreaded, and she swore to herself for ever considering Tamara and bringing this on. Yet she knew what was coming and cut it off with a confession of her own.
“I saw a woman leave your place the first night I moved in. I heard you two through the walls and watched her leave. Is that the one?”
Still staring at the wall, Darren nodded weakly.
“What’s her name?”
At that moment, there was a