“You remember this, right? This is where we met.”She examined it, then nodded. We made our way up to the porch, and I realized I didn’t have a k...y. I stood on the threshold sheepishly, then set my bag down and started looking around for a sizable rock. Vi watched with interest as, red faced, I smashed one of the window panes in the front door, then reached inside to unlock it. It swung open with a creak, and I stepped inside. It wasn’t exactly in a state of disrepair, but it had clearly not. " Try right now. See how quiet you can be." I'll try, Master."I went back to Vonda, and paddled her left cheek.Returned to Pyx, I swatted her in the same place.Much to my amazement, not a peep came out. I thought she would bury her face in the mattress, but she kept her head up the whole time. "Very good, Pyx." Thank you Master," she said with a gasp.In total, I paddled each girl twenty times; ten swats on each cheek. I aimed for the same spot on the underside of their asses. That one large. I was hoping my loving hubby would be there; but our house looked dark and empty. I walked into the leaving room and turned a light on.I just wanted to enjoy a quick warm shower and drag my nice hubby to our marital bed; since I was also horny besides tired and needed a good sexual relief. My loving Victor would give it to me.As I looked inside, I gasped in shock and surprise; as I saw a naked man sitting on a chair, his head pointing at the floor. I moved closer and verified he was blindfolded. I know. We've been married twenty-five years. We have no secrets. Except this one.It a memory I have cherished for years. A really terrible little event, I'm afraid. I'm embarrassed to even write it down.Don't worry. You'll never know. When I'm done writing this, I'll delete it.But, tonight, with you in Portland on that medical convention, I've given myself permission to write this. And masturbate over it.And then erase it, so it never existed.My uncle was a mortician. You know that. But I.