Thursday morning Emma wakes and feels her necklace. Thirteen pearls she has earned for learning to expand her sexual horizons and open to the new and wonderful world she finds herself now in. She pulls on the heart loop a little remembering its part in the tingling of her nipples and clit yesterday.
That too is something new and exciting to feel.
She rolls to face Donald as she hears him awakening. He opens this eyes to see her just inches from him smiling so tenderly at him. Despite himself, all he can do to that lovely vision is lean and kiss her as he pulls her close into his arms.
“Good morning, Emma, did you sleep well?” he asks after their kisses end, for now.
“Oh, yes, Sir, I had such lovely dreams and you seemed to be in all of them.” Emma blushes as she realizes what she is confessing.
They lie like this and just chat about the day ahead. Emma tells him about the people coming to put in the garage door, pick up all the clothes she had bagged for charity, and the auction house to give her an appraisal of much of the furniture.
“It all seems so antiquated now, and I want to do something new and exciting,” she explains to Donald. “I’m not going to rush anything but just thought I would get an idea of their value. My mother always told me they were family heirlooms.”
Donald just smiles at her new enthusiasm for changing her lifestyle now as she blooms herself. He tells her that it sounds like a fine idea, but yes, she should not rush things.
Hugging her again, Donald says, “It sounds like you have a very busy day ahead of you, so it might interrupt you to come here this afternoon.”
Emma starts to promise that she would make sure she could. But Donald puts her fingers to her lips to hush her and continues, “What I meant was that perhaps I should come to your house this afternoon. I would like to see where you have been living all these years.”
The grin that spreads on Emma’s face is infectious, she flings her arms around Donald’s neck and tells him she would truly love for him to come to her house. He laughs and tells her he guesses they need to get her ready for her day ahead.
They shower together for the first time, Donald taking his time soaping her up all over and then washes her hair before having her stand under the warm spray to rinse. She returns the favor and he enjoys the feeling of her soft fingers running all over his body. And when he leans his head, so she can wash his hair, how she massages his scalp as she does so begins to harden him.
But they both have busy days ahead of them before they can play again.
Dried, hair styled and makeup for Emma, they return to her room where he dresses her in soft white silk underwear and bra, just thigh highs today in black silk, then he puts a soft cotton white top on her, and form-fitting black pants.
This is the first for her wearing pants with him. The truth is Donald does prefer her in dresses, so he can get to her readily when he desires, but what she has outlined for her day he feels that pants are the better alternative.
Plus, with all those men around working today he doesn’t want to give too much of an indication of her new sexuality. A hint perhaps, but nothing more.
Donald throws on some shorts and a top and walks her to her car, telling her that he will bring her suitcase when he comes around four p.m.
After a kiss at her car door, and another little swat at her ass, which she is becoming to look forward to when she parts with him, she gets in her car and heads home. She does stop at the store along her way and buys some pork chops and delicacies, along with some wine and scotch, to make a dinner for him fitting of her formal dining room.
She is home in time to put things away and start some things simmering for the evening meal when the garage door installers arrive, followed soon by those picking up the charity things. She is busy all morning with them along with sorting through some more things, setting the table with the best china for her and Donald’s dinner, and checking on her preparations.
At one o’clock the appraiser arrives, and she can tell he is impressed by what she shows him. The look on his face when he sees the dining room, and especially the exquisite china, which he knows the value of, lets Emma know that he is interested in what she might offer. He is there for over an hour and promises her an estimate and offer by the beginning of next week. After they are all gone, she hurries to finish fixing the meal, only to be interrupted by the arrival of the bank president around three-thirty.
Emma really did not want to deal with him then, but he did bring exciting news about the special one-hundred-dollar bills. The valuation found that instead of the five-thousand of the face value of the fifty bills, they were worth one-thousand to three-thousand dollars each. All totaled it added another $100,000 to her mother’s piggy bank. Those fifty bills were equal to the other one-thousand bills, giving her bank account from her mother’s diligence of $200,000.
All horded by her mother. She just smiled thinking how much her father must have loved her mother and what they did together to give her such prizes. She also wondered if her father knew she never spent a single one of them?
In a way, Emma is a little annoyed with her mother to not have invested them thinking about the compounded value they might have had. But then chuckles when she realizes that is her banker father’s voice saying this.
She signs the sales release to sell the currency and tries to speed him on his way. But he keeps chatting her up as she worries about Donald’s impending arrival. And then the President surprises her by asking her out to dinner.
Emma stammers and makes excuses that she is not really available at this time. The bank president looks at her with curiosity as she presses him to the door telling him good-bye. Once he is gone, Emma hurries to finish getting ready for Donald’s arrival.
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Donald’s day is spent much differently.
After seeing Emma on her way, he goes to his study to document the recent events and observations of his time with his Subject Z. But after documenting the part about her mother’s diary his mind begins to wander, and he wonders what the next entry will reveal about this very interesting and arousing union between Emma’s parents.
He goes and gets the diary and leaning back in his chair he begins to read.
Friday, April 26, 1974
Until today it has been a pretty uneventful week since Edward and I made plans for our upcoming wedding. I have left it to our mothers to hash out all the details for the wedding and reception. Somehow, they already have a venue, sent invitations, and gifts have begun to arrive. I don’t want to even think about how many people they have invited.
My best friend, Connie, who will be my matron of honor, went with me shopping for a wedding gown. Her husband, Tom, will be Edward’s best man. They are the couple who brought Edward and me together, so it is right and proper they are our witnesses.
We found a simple dress for me, not really a wedding gown, but in white, and she found a similar dress in rose for her to wear. As I watched her try it on all I could think was it was close to the color of my ass cheeks when Edward has spanked me. Just the thought of that ran shivers through me. It just seemed so spot-on.