Dad suggested that Monica and I use the cabin for the entire weekend."Thanks dad, mom." Kissing them both on the cheek I went to tell Monica the good ...ews.Arriving at Monica's, I told her the good news. We went to talk to her parents who were happy that Monica would not be sitting around the house by herself. They said that they had to go to Boston on business.We went up to her room so she could pack, though we weren't leaving until tomorrow at noon. Closing her door behind us, she went to her. She set it down on the bed and grabbed the next piece. It was the top, also of leather, little more than two half-cups supported by thin straps.She found the stockings next: black fishnets with hooks for garters, which she found beside them. She set both beside the other pieces.Finally she pulled out the last item. She stared at her newest set of high heels, turning them over in her hands, her brow wrinkling. The heels were five inches. She doubted she could wear them. They seemed more. This meant that anybody who might come to the door would get a full view of my bare behind sticking up in the air, with my head lowered at the other end of the table. It certainly wasn't difficult for anyone in that position to figure out what was going on. But just to make sure there was no doubt, one of my brothers would usually announce to whomever was there that "Debbie is getting a spanking on her bare bottom. That's because she was naughty." You can easily imagine my feelings when that. Now, having stripped in the bathroom, I walked out with my mask on, and covered the distance to the bed quickly. With only the one, weak light on, I still couldn't tell if it was Emma or not. I knelt beside the bed, with her mask in hand. "Eyes closed?" I whispered. She nodded. I lifted her arm away, and put the blindfold mask in place. Only now, this close, could I say for certain. It was Emma. Auburn hair or not, it was her. Unless she had a twin sister, and the universe was a decidedly.