Sometimes I marvel at the level of detail in my kinky dreams – and wonder at some of the points that get skipped over. Take last night’s reveries.
A 30s style suburban semi. Slightly grubby net curtains, in the big bay window overlooking an overgrown front garden.
Rays of sunlight, filtering through, onto dated furniture that might have been fashionable in the late 1970s.
The vicar, visiting for afternoon tea, perched politely on the sofa.
The startled gentleman (guardian, father, uncle?) admonishing the young lady for swearing (although I had no idea what she’d said). “Just because you’re at College doesn’t mean you can use foul language when you come home. Go upstairs and fetch the cane.”
The girl returning, shame-faced.
“Would you mind moving down a little, vicar?” so that the girl had room to bend over the arm of the settee. (Wearing trousers? Skirt? Bared? No idea!)
The vicar taking the lass’s face quite firmly in his hand, lifting it so he could look directly into her eyes as the strokes fell. (Four strokes? Six?)
The girl standing, rubbing her bottom, being handed the cane and disappearing to return it. (To a wardrobe in her bedroom, maybe?)
The vicar being offered another cup of tea…
The question is Abel, were you definitely asleep, or having another daydream?? And were you, by any chance, (just a random guess here) the vicar??
Quite sound asleep. LOL my daydreams this morning have been far more pervy 😉
And what makes you think I have Abel-as-a-vicar fantasies?!
Could it be the part where the vicar was looking into the poor lass’s eyes as she was dealt with…..
I’d say the Abel-as-a-vicar fantasies could have been imagined after the Abel-making-two-young-ladies-spit-out-gum-before-entering-a-cathedral story came back to mind!
Omg that was ages ago – you have a *very* good memory Sarah! (I am excused for remembering, being one of the gum-spitters in question!). Must admit I’ve questioned whether or not Abel really dreams all this kinky stuff on occasions too, but he swears they’re genuine. Still, we all know that our dreamworlds have their roots in reality, and given the amount of waking hours he devotes to his passion, perhaps we shouldn’t be surprised at the outpourings which result 😉
I guess the ultimate test is whether I ever start telling tale of spankings immediately after waking in the morning…
(Waking, Minxette. No extra letters to be inserted, please).
And I do worry that I have scared Sarah off ever chewing gum in the vicinity of a church…
– Waking, Minxette. No extra letters to be inserted, please
ROFL – nothing wrong with an early morning walk to clear the head, surely?
Mentioned these musings to my husband and he commented that you seem to be in a dreamy state quite often….and then he said:
“I had a dream….” by Abel Luther King
Now how to get Abel into a more public forum where he can preach to the non-converted…….
P.S. I know. I know. I’ve had a bit of a dream about a King myself…..
Minxette!!!! (Yes, time for my morning walk, I think)
Rob – “you seem to be in a dreamy state quite often”: yep, funny that, somewhere between midnight and 6am every day!
“And I do worry that I have scared Sarah off ever chewing gum in the vicinity of a church… ”
I’m quite contrary you know, never chew gum but would actually be tempted to try it just before going into church in the hope of being told off… bet it wouldn’t happen though… just my luck!
Abel: Envy you your dreamy state actually. Can’t seem to remember my dreams lately, except that one two nights ago where I was suddenly married to a very wealthy Chinese man and was lost in this enormous apartment and couldn’t find my way out!