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strange clicking sound and for whatever reason, the entire apartment went black.
    “A fucking power outage! You have to be kidding me!”
    It was Darren who spoke, but then Blair came to the rescue.
    “Relax. There are some matches I put in the nightstand drawer that my father left here when he first moved me in. They’re still there. Find them and there’s that candle by the alarm clock I haven’t used yet. Christmas present. Go on.”
    Cursing loudly about the electric company, Darren started to fumble in the night stand, but at that point the power returned. It was evidently just a glitch.
    “This shit usually happens in the summer,” Darren complained. “Too many people using their air conditioning full blast. Thing is summer isn’t even here yet.”
    “So what about this girl?” Blair questioned. She was not letting him off the hook. “What’s her name?”
    “Mercedes,” Darren muttered in a low voice as he resumed his position in the bed.
    Blair flinched at the name. It sounded so exotic when compared to her own.
    “So how well do you know her?”
    “We aren’t together any longer. She was married and going through a breakup, so I don’t really see it as adultery at the time. We never did anything while she was with her husband, though she played the field. She wanted things he wouldn’t give her and I would.”
    “Like sexual spankings?” Blair sighed.
    Darren nodded again.
    “Look, I have no interest in her any longer. If I can find her, I’ll set it up and the four of us can have a real thing going for a weekend. She swings both ways, and if you don’t want to do it with this new friend of yours, then I am sure Mercedes will get with her, and they can put on a show for us. Like you said, why not up the notch a bit? Just because we do it once for an experience, doesn’t mean we’ll do it all the time.”
    “So much for getting things into motion,” Blair answered. “Do what you can, and if I really feel brave, I’ll get in on the action with the other girls. I think Tamara already expects me to do it with her while you watch, so...”
    Darren started to laugh.
    “What’s so funny?”
    “That’s all really bad stuff. It’s going to earn you an extreme spanking.”
    The next day Blair looked worn when she went to classes, and Tamara noticed it right away. For the moment, Blair thought of scratching this off as a bad idea, but her desires were starting to run wild, to the point where she could no longer hold them back.
    She was obviously no longer a high school kid in Bisbee, Arizona.
    “What do you think if Darren brings an old girlfriend and we do it four ways?”
    Not too surprisingly, Tamara agreed to the idea.
    “So what does she look like?” she asked.
    Blair answered truthfully. “I don’t know. I only saw her once, and it was a brief glimpse. Tall. Attractive? Well, yes, attractive. She’s into some weird stuff though.”
    Tamara grinned.
    “Weirder than other women? Some people would think me a bit off, right?”
    “They like to spank people,” Blair said flatly. She was surprised at the lack of emotion in her voice.
    Tamara only grinned again.
    That night, the sex game was hotter and harder than usual. Darren gave her what he often defined as a progressive spanking, as punishment for her suggesting what he whimsically called a perverse party. First, she had to lie across his lap with her pants up, while he gave her twenty whacks with his hand. She then had to rise and pull her pants off, so only her panties covered her already swelling bottom. Then the panties came down.
    “Not too much,” Blair cautioned. “Don’t get carried away. I don’t want a butt that looks like charcoal was spread all over it when we do our thing.”
    Darren proved he knew what he was doing once more. The spanks lightened enough to leave her pink, but not bruised. They then went to bed and engaged in their usual functions.
    Blair was so deeply in love with Darren by this time, she no