A most beautiful dream last night. I was in the care of a governess, who invited a dancing tutor to teach me to waltz.
When he arrived, he asked for permission to give me a preemptive caning, to check how well I could preserve the poise and dignity necessary for dancing. Until I could take the cane gracefully, there was no point even starting the dancing lessons.
The governess agreed to this. The pair placed me on all fours on the dining table. She held my hands and looked into my eyes through the ordeal, gently encouraging me to take my punishment well. The new tutor slashed down a thin, whippy cane in a quick succession of strokes.
Because this was a dream caning, I felt little pain. I was able to hold the arch of my back, give no more than a gasp at each stroke, and thank the tutor for the lesson in a decorous manner. I was elated that the lesson was going so well.
My reward was a round of waltz around the room. Like the caning, this was beautiful and sensuous, but unfortunately got interrupted by my alarm.
The role of the tutor in the dream was performed by a good friend of mine, whom I won’t embarrass by disclosing this casting, but it fit him perfectly.
Having recently had someone try to teach me to dance the waltz, I can firmly state that I’d never make it up off the table!
I think this is a pre-emptive house party dream as you will be waltzing the afternoon away next weekend! And I’m really looking forward to it as well – you are right, the watlz is the most beautiful and romantic dance, I love doing it and holding myself properly
I would love to be able to waltz.
It looks romantic and dreamy when i see people do it, but I never seem to get around to lessons.