A Work in Progress, Part One #18+, NSFW

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nora

A Work in Progress

Part One

Tears welled in my eyes as I kissed my husband goodbye.  I would not see him for over a month.  We have never been apart for this long so I took my time, pressing my lips to his and gazing into those beautiful blue eyes.  I felt his hand stray down my back to cup my bottom as he kissed me back, and I blushed as I wondered who was watching.  He would spend the next month working very long hours in preparation for an audit of his company and had decided that the best course of action was to send me away on holiday to make life easier for us both during this stressful time.  I am to visit friends of his that live clear on the other side of the world.  While I would miss him terribly, I am looking forward to a change in pace.

The last few years have been trying.  It has felt as if a dark rain cloud has been stalking me, dragging me through one storm after the other.  My heart was aching, and my physical and mental health have suffered during this time.  My husband suggested that drastic measures needed to be taken to pull me out of this funk.  Being the thoughtful, loving man that he is, he made all the travel arrangements for me to visit the beautiful city of London.  A former, college professor of his lived there now, with his wife of many decades, and he and my husband still correspond after all this time.  I have never met them, and I feel a bit odd traveling so far away to stay with total strangers.  But my husband assured me that I would be most welcomed and cared for in their company.

Nearly 13 hours later, I stepped out of the airport, feeling weary and in need of a hot shower.  I was sporting a bright red scarf so that my husband’s friends would be able to spot me easily.  Only moments later, I was engulfed in a warm hug by the most welcoming woman.  Her name was Anne-Marie.

“Nora, my dear, it is so wonderful to meet you at last,” she said to me, pulling back so that she could look me over.  “This has been a long journey.  Let’s get you home.  You must be exhausted.”

I was exhausted and felt rather dowdy standing next to this beautifully put together woman.  She wore a beautiful, slim cut dress which show cased her trim figure, while I stood there in my yoga pants looking quite frumpy and American.  While my feet were encased in sneakers, her beautifully sculpted legs were adorned in stockings and her manicured feet in high heels.  Whatever ideas I’d had about my husband’s friends being an “older couple” flew right out of my head at that moment.

It was then that he approached us.  He was taller than I, and his physique was one of a man half his age.  I blushed as he took my hand in his, kissing mine, while never breaking eye contact. 

“Welcome, Nora,” he said, never taking his eyes off me.  “I am Grant.  I have looked forward to meeting you for a very long time.  It was most gracious of Matthew to share you with us.”

Under his unwavering gaze, I’m afraid I may have stuttered like a schoolgirl, but Anne-Marie was quick to come to my rescue.

“Come, Nora dear,” she said, taking my arm.  “Let’s get you home and out of those clothes.  A hot shower will do you some good.”

An hour later, I stood under a steamy stream of water, letting the stress of my travels wash away.  Anne-Marie, and her husband, Grant, were incredibly welcoming and Anne-Marie was quick to help me to my room when we arrived at their lovely home.  She was quite insistent that I have a hot shower and a nap before dinner, and I was too exhausted to argue otherwise.  As I exited the shower, I gasped when I realized that she was standing there, towel in hand.  I felt my cheeks color as I tried to cover my lady parts.    

“Don’t be silly, girl,” she said to me, as she wrapped me in the fluffy towel.  “We told Matthew that we would take care of you and that is exactly what we plan to do.  Now, I have set out a nightie for you and you will have a nap before dinner.”

“Oh, no, that’s okay,” I said as she took the towel away from my now only slightly damp body and picked up a white, silk night gown off the bed.  “I brought my own clothes, really it’s okay.”

“Nonsense, girl,” she chided, gently. “Such a beautiful girl deserves to wear beautiful clothes.  I’m afraid the things you brought with you are better off left in your suitcase.  Don’t worry, I will clothe you in only the finest of fabrics.  You will feel like a princess.”

At this point, I was already enveloped in the silky, luxurious night gown, and as she led me to the bed, my resistance slipped away.

I had not been tucked into bed since I was a child, but she made it feel so natural.  With a kiss to my forehead she was gone, promising to wake me in time to join them for dinner.  And, like a good little girl, I found myself drifting off to sleep. 

Later, Anne-Marie dressed me for dinner.  It all felt quite odd, and yet, so natural.  She had chosen a simple, off the shoulder, sun dress which I found to be quite flattering to my figure.  When I tried to refuse the stockings and garter belt, she was quite insistent.

“Young ladies must always wear the appropriate undergarments, Nora,” she told me as she helped me dress.  “Trust me, dear, this is for your benefit.  We want you to feel quite special in our home.”  I supposed she was right.  I certainly did feel special being dressed up this way.  At home, I typically ate dinner with Matthew wearing a tank top and some workout pants.  Of course, Anne-Marie looked perfectly elegant in the dress that she had changed into.  I couldn’t help but wonder how she kept in such good shape and my eye was drawn to the slit that ran nearly to her hip.

Anne-Marie led me to the dining room, which was adorned with elegant place settings, flowers, and candles.  I was in awe with the effort she had gone to, but she assured me that she treated Grant to this quite often. 

“It is important that we make our men feel like Kings, Nora,” she told me, as she checked to ensure that Grant’s place at the head of the table was prepared properly. 

Moments later, Grant joined us.  I felt my knees weaken a bit as his masculinity filled the room.  He pulled out a chair for his wife, seating her as only a gentleman knows how.  When I moved to pull out my own chair, his raised eyebrow and stern look stopped me cold and I waited until he properly seated me as well.

Dinner was lovely and the conversation lively.  I kept wondering how two people who had been married for so long managed to keep such a spark alive.  The love between them was palpable.  We were having such a good time that I was a bit taken aback when Grant refused to refill my wine glass. 

“You’ve had two glasses, Nora,” he reminded me.  “It is important that a young lady practice self-control and not overindulge in the tipple.”

“I am hardly a ‘young lady’, Grant,” I answered back, instantly regretting my words the moment they fell out of my mouth.  His steely gaze seemed to pierce my very soul and for a moment, I felt frightened.

The moment passed, and he laughed, his smile returning.  “Well, you are most certainly a young lady in this household, Nora,” he assured me.

I blushed hotly at the undercurrent of his tone, and demurely answered, “Yes, Sir.”

Yes, Sir?  Where had that come from?

“That’s better,” he said, winking at his wife over his own wine glass.

Dinner passed without further incident and we retired to the parlor.  Anne-Marie and Grant spoke to me at great lengths about their travels and their life together.  I was quite enamored with them both by the end of the evening. 

“Well, young lady, it is quite late and I’m afraid we should bid you good night,” Grant said, offering me his hand to assist me out of the lovely Victorian chair I had relaxed into. 

While I wasn’t quite yet tired, I found myself being led to my room.  Again, Anne-Marie stayed to undress and re-dress me in silken attire.  She tucked me into bed, kissed me goodnight, and closed the door, firmly. 

I fully intended to go right to sleep, but the time difference and the earlier nap had me up and wondering about awhile later.  I stayed quiet as I wandered through their beautiful home, letting my fingers lightly touch their belongings. 

A sharp sound, followed by a quiet moan had me moving down the hall toward Grant’s home office. 

Thwack.

There it was again.  The most curious sound.

As I moved closer, peculiar sounds filled my ears.

A swish, followed by a thwack.

Was that Anne-Marie crying?

Thwack.

Yes, she was definitely crying.

As I arrived at the semi-shut door, I stood just outside, listening intently.

Thwack.

I knew I should go back to my room, but what was I to do?

Thwack.

I moved just enough to be able to peer into the room.  What I saw took my breath away.

There was Anne-Marie, bent over the desk.  She had removed her dress and her panties had been lowered to her ankles.  Her bare bottom had six, perfectly placed red stripes adorning her supple cheeks.  I could see her tears.  And suddenly, I realized that Grant could see me.

He stood there, regal, unwavering.  His eyes bored down into my own.  In his hand, he held a cane.

“Nora, come in here, please,” he said quietly. 

My heart was thumping so loudly that I was sure they could hear it.  I wanted to run away, but I couldn’t find the strength to refuse him.  Obediently, I stepped into the room.

 

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