Dreams

I was wearing this dress. A little cute red dress, with a white Peter Pan collar and a low waist, just like a dress a 7 year old would wear. I'm wearing white knee socks, with, I imagine, ruffles at the tops. And black patent leather Mary Jane's. Of course.

There's a man in a chair. I suppose I know who this man is, but I don't really look at him in this dream. I know a spanking is coming though. I can feel it between my legs, the excitement. I doubt I'll be too excited over his lap, though.

I wait, and wait, and wait. I wonder what I'm waiting for. Until finally he beckons me over. No words are needed, just a simple hand gesture. I stare intently at the chair. Maybe he'll go away. After all, it is my dream, why am I being punished? (Maybe because it turns me on? Damn subconscious.) It's a wooden chair, with a high, straight back, I could even tell you the color (a light wood, no varnish) and an intricate design on the back.

Suddenly, I am there, in front of him. How did that happen so quickly? Turned upside down, over his lap, dress up, white little girl underwear pulled down, smack smack smack, what is it you say, little one? Thank you, Sir. May I please have some more?