As regular readers will know, I spank girls in my dreams on a rather regular basis. Indeed, were I to leave this blog purely to my waking thoughts, I’d scarcely ever have anything to post. (I mean, I never think about spanking during the day, right?)
Sleep the other night was all-too-short, after returning late from a business dinner in London and with a ridiculously early morning start to catch a flight from Heathrow. Yet it was enlivened by my usual kinky thoughts – although this time, it wasn’t me giving the spankings.
The setting was our own bedroom; my dream-self was woken by the sound of a hand smacking a bottom, loudly and repeatedly. Sleepily, I looked up, to find a girl bent over – hands on her knees, pyjama bottoms around her ankles – being soundly spanked by Haron beside the bed, just a few feet away . The girl was yelping in pain; her bottom – clearly unused to being spanked – was reddening spectacularly. Behind her, as my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I spied a line of girls queuing outside our bedroom, nervously awaiting their turn.
The rationale was obvious – Haron and I were married teachers, away on a residential school trip, and she’d disturbed our charges in some late-night misbehaviour. Satisfied that my wife had matters fully under control, I rolled over in the bed and fell back to sleep. And at that point, the dream too came to an end – minutes before the alarm clock shrilled its unwelcome greeting.
Ooooh I’d like to think I was somewhere in the line 😉
Perhaps, EJ, but surely not first, with the rapidly reddening bottom of the sweet girl unused to being spanked?!! 😉
Gulp – this is new – Haron turning toppy!
Sympathise with the lack of sleep, and early morning flights. I seem to be doing a lot of that myself.
Sweet, innocent, never gets spanked? The first girl must have been me!