It was my husband who suggested that I write my story. I have told it to him, and we have acted it out many times. He said that others might find my story exciting and that I should share it.
It happened many years ago when I first came to this country. I am from what was once called East Germany. I was 19 years old when I came here to be an au pair to an American couple from New York. They lived north of the city in a very nice suburban home. They were both lawyers, in their late thirties, married for about 6 years when they had their first child.
She worked in the mornings, in the same office as her husband. I will call her Susan and him Jim. Both were in good shape, attractive, and smart. He was average in height, 5'9", with a nice body. She a bit shorter with small breasts and a pretty face, both with dark hair, olive skin, and brown eyes.
I am blonde, fair skinned, blue eyed, 6'1", with an athletic build and large breasts. I've been told I am attractive and have always had men and women coming on to me.
They hired me to take care of the baby in the mornings when they were both at work and in the evenings when they said they needed their private time together in the early evening. Both were loving and attentive parents. This private time that they needed together was explained to me right at the start of my employment. If there was a problem with the baby, I was to call them on the phone, they had another phone line in their bedroom. After the baby was put to bed, they would lock the door to their bedroom and spend an hour or two together, while I watched TV and listened to the baby's intercom if he woke up, which he rarely did. He was a very good baby, he slept almost the whole night and rarely ever cried.
I was not very experienced sexually at that point in my life, but I understood that they wanted to have sex and not worry about the baby. Their bedroom had a heavy door that was thicker than the other doors in the house. Once I passed their bedroom door on the way to the baby's room and paused to see if I could hear them making love. I could not.
Once, out of curiosity, when they were both out of the house, I went into their bedroom and looked around. There was nothing unusual except a large wooden chest at the foot of the bed that was locked.
I became friends with another German girl in the town where I lived. We hung out together on our days off, taking the train to the city to see the sights. She thought it was very romantic that my employers hired a nanny to take care of their baby while they made love. She loved that they did not want their sex life diminished by their new role as parents. I thought so too. I was enjoying my stay with them.
Then something happened. It began with a phone call to my girlfriend while Jim and Susan were having their private time together. We were talking when the call waiting click happened and I clicked back. It was my employer calling me from the bedroom. They were just checking to make sure that I could hear the baby monitor while I was on the phone, I said that I had it right there with me in the kitchen. He said fine and we ended the conversation, I clicked the phone to go back to my girlfriend, but I could only hear Jim talking to his wife. I clicked again but I could still hear them. Then I just listened. I was curious. I wanted to hear them making love and get off. But what I hear at first was confusing.
I could hear Susan saying, "Yes master," and a loud slap sound followed by a cry from her, an apology and, "I'm sorry master."
At first, I didn't get it. I had only heard about those kinds of relationships from books or movies but didn't know much else. As their conversations continued, I realized that she was being spanked by him. He would call her slave and she would call him master. I could feel myself torn by what I was hearing. I shouldn't be listening to this at all, but I became excited by what I was hearing. It made me think of my daydreams of being tied up by a man and taken control of, made to submit. But I had never made the connection between my daydreams and this type of thing that I was hearing over the phone. The sounds over the phone made me blush and made me wet. I realized that my friend would wonder what happened. I tried again and called her name but still I could hear my employers. I hung up the phone.
A few minutes went by and I tried again to phone my girlfriend and make sense of what I had just heard and of the warm feelings between my legs. Just then Jim walked into the kitchen just wearing a bathrobe. He looked right at me for a long moment, I looked away blushing. He went to the refrigerator, which was behind me. I could feel him looking at me. I became very nervous and hung up the phone.
"What's wrong Ingrid? You seem a bit flushed," he said as he came around me and took a seat in front of me never taking his eyes off me.
"Nothing Jim, I'm just a bit warm," I managed to get out.
Just then Susan walked in the kitchen. She too was only wearing a bathrobe.
"Ingrid looks a bit flushed?" Jim said.
"Oh, she does look warm," Susan said as she placed her soft warm hand on my forehead, "Maybe you are coming down with something?"
"No, I'm fine, I think I'll go to my room and lie down," I said and left the kitchen quickly. Much too quickly.
When I stepped into my room, I was surprised to find Susan right behind me. I had not heard her follow me.
She took my hand and led me the edge of my bed and made me sit.
"Ingrid, I want to ask you something and please tell me the truth."
"Ok," I replied.
"Did you ever go into our bedroom and snoop around, look in our things?"
"No, I would never do such a thing."
Just then Jim appeared at the door, he had been standing just outside of my room listening.
"You're lying young lady, I have you on tape looking through our stuff. I have a hidden camera in there, so don't lie," he said as he stood there in the doorway with a videotape in his hands.
