13th
paying for the spanking dream
I had a great spanking dream last night.
I woke up at about 3am to use the restroom and when I got back, maybe it was the trick of the light but I think she had her hand between her legs. I was going to ask, but I fell asleep too quickly.
When I next woke up, I was in the dream. She was trying to crawl off the bed, but I caught her by the ankles and dragged her across my lap. I started spanking her — my usual hard smacks — and she kept trying to get away. I wouldn’t let her go, though; every time she got half-off the end of the bed I pulled her back again. Finally she submitted to it, and that was when I told her she had ten more coming.
She got on her elbows and knees at that point, presenting her backside to me. Well, it was a perfect target for a paddle, so I got one and delivered the first hard, loud whack.
She cried out and squirmed. A bruise formed right where her left thigh met her ass.
She begged for me to not give her ten swats. For some reason I relented; I blasted her backside once more, on the right this time.
When I inspected the bruises, they were already the big purplish ones you get after the initial redness wears off, and the skin was smooth and soft as I ran my lips over it.
Unfortunately, the next time I woke up it was for real, at about four, and I had acid reflux. I woke up again at five. Then again about five minutes before the alarm. Then with the alarm.
Why can’t I have a good spanking dream without having to pay for it?