The Dream

She woke up quite suddenly. Sat straight up in bed before she quite realized she was awake.

She glanced around her, a bit disoriented. Her heart was pounding.

Even in the dark, she began to absorb the familiar surroundings – her bed, her dresser, the walk-in closet with the half-open door – her heart rate slowed and she took a deep breath. Okay. It was just a dream.

She shook her head, as if shaking off the memory. An odd dream though. It had been a long time since she’d had a dream like that. Not a bad dream really. In fact, she smiled a bit, remembering… closed her eyes.

It had been the man, the one she’d dreamt about years ago. He was different now. Older. He had grey hair. But his eyes – those blue eyes that seemed to look right through her… those eyes had not changed at all.

Bits and pieces of the dream came back to her…

His voice. “You’ll need to be punished, of course,” he’d said. “Don’t worry, we’ll strap you to the spanking bench, you don’t have to worry about holding still.” She had felt – grateful, and then so confused.

Other parts… there was a moment when she was over the spanking bench, arms and legs cuffed in place, naked, ass raised, and the voice again, “Ten,” he said, “Ten to start, with the leather strap.”

Remembering, she shivered, noticed that her nipples were hard. It must be cold in here, she thought, but she knew that it wasn’t cold, and she shook her head, smiling at this weak effort to lie to herself.

She knew she was turned on.

She thought about getting out her vibrator. It had been a while, the release would be good for her. But…

She remembered his hand in her hair, tilting her head up to look at him. “I’ll be there soon,” he’d said. “No touching until I get there. Is that clear?”

And she had answered, “Yes, Sir. No touching until you tell me I can.”

She had awakened before he had responded, not even a “good girl” to hold onto.

“That’s silly,” she thought. “Just a silly dream.” But the memory held her, and she lay down, rolled over to her side. No orgasm for her tonight.

She would wait.

12 thoughts on “The Dream

  1. Wonderfully written…love the self-denial or is it only self? Hmm. 😉 I guess she’ll have to pray she dreams the rest of it before too long, eh? Happy dreams, Olivia.

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  2. Bedtimes and spanking fantasies – a dance as tingly and electric as any aftermath dance.

    On nights when you want to stay up and play night owl games into the morning mist, a dance worth going to bed for.

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