July 01, 2009
"after having dreamy sex"
I'm stealing that line from Jo. Because "after having dreamy sex"—I mean, sexy dreams—two nights ago, I had an unbelievable night last night. God, sometimes my dreams are so effing real. In my dream, I was having a fight with a man, a film director I knew years ago. Tough, edgy, opinionated. And in the middle of the fight, he simply had enough of me and said in an exasperated voice, "That's it. This is what you need," and he pulled me to him, ripped open my indigo jeans, and put me over his lap.
He spanked the hell out of me, his huge hand coming down over and over on my white panties, and then he pushed me off his lap, and I found myself just sort of curled in a corner at the edge of a bed. Arms wrapped around my legs, knees to my chin. I was trembling all over, but what I wanted was more.
Don't I always want more?
He, on the other hand, was continuing the fight as if he hadn't punctuated the middle of the disagreement with a blistering spanking. My arguments had evaporated. I didn't have anything else to say. But I wanted to crawl over his lap once more. So I sat there, listening, eyes wide, hoping somehow he'd understand.
And he looked at me with such withering impatience, and said, "Jesus Christ, you can't be serious," and then sat on the bed again and hauled me back over his lap, this time pulling my panties down and using his big palm on my bare skin. His hand landed on my ass repeatedly, and every few blows he'd spank my cunt with his fingertips.
I came from the spanking—in my dreams and I have to guess in my bed—because I woke up all wet and flushed. And ready for more.
Told you. That's me. I always want more.
P.S. I am in lust. This is a spanking patch! And look, you can earn your slut patch, too! Oh, my god—now I want to start a group of Dirty Girl Scouts! And we can all earn our patches...