"Playing With What's His" (The Dream, Part II)

Okay . . . So here's Part Two.  In the interest of transparency, I want to clarify that starting at this point, I summarized each piece of the dream for B, because I realized how long it would be if I tried to type up all of it.  I do still remember this dream pretty vividly and reading back through has been . . . fun (blushing).  The sequence of events is true to what happened in the dream, but you know how in dream sometimes it's more of a feeling or awareness that something happened than a remembering of details . . . well it's sort of like that, so I'm filling it in some to make it flow.  So I guess it's become like 75% dream, 25% story . . . if that makes sense.

Hope you enjoy!!!!

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With your eyes locked on mine you reach and start to play with my nipples . . . first one and then the other. Tweaking and rolling them between your fingers, squeezing harder and harder. My back arches up off the bed as I watch you and try to be as still as I can. 

 You lean down . . . lick and then suck on one nipple.  I moan deep in my throat and tense up at the same time, knowing what's coming.  You squeeze hard on the other nipple, barely rolling your fingers and then bite down on the one in your mouth . . . harder and harder until I cry out, my eyes closing tight. You repeat this with the other nipple as I whimper and writhe under you.

You climb off of me and then flip me over, pushing my knees under me so that my ass is in the air and then you start to spank me.  You just keep spanking and spanking, not saying anything, just covering my bottom and thighs completely. You start with your hand but eventually move on to a small paddle.  You never hit a spot twice in a row and after awhile the silence and the unending feeling starts to get to me.  My whimpering becomes more pronounced and then I slide my knees forward  and try to sink back onto my feet.

You immediately jerk me roughly back into position, "I warned you not to move from where I put you . . ."  

The large wooden paddle crashes down on my ass and I cry out loudly, tears springing to my eyes. I barely stay in place as you land four more HARD swats, leaving my bottom throbbing.

You flip me back over and your hand moves between my legs. You look down at me and raise one eyebrow in mock surprise, "So wet . . ."

You start playing me with your fingers and lean down, licking me as well. Your tongue keeps moving roughly over my clit while your fingers move inside me and then when I get close to cumming you push your fingers hard, all the way into me and stand up . . . watching me squirm, knowing that I won't be able to get over the edge as long as you are still.

The third time you do this, I try to pull my legs together, desperate to cum.

"No," you say, pushing my legs firmly back down, "You know better."

You reach to the side and pick up a wooden spoon. "Ten, five to each side, if you move we start over."

I whimper a little shaking my head, but remember not to speak as the wooden spoon comes down on the inside of my thigh.

"Aaaahhhhh . . . " I cry out, shaking my head no, my eyes closed, but I stay still . . . all the way to eight. When the eighth swat lands I pull one leg up and drop it over the other.


"No no no," you say firmly, "Open them back . . . Now."  After a few seconds pause, I drop my legs back open, begging you with my eyes, my bottom lip quivering slightly.

"Ten," you say quietly, and start over.

I cry out with each swat, whimpering loudly and by the time you're done, my toes are pointed with the effort of keeping still for you. You put the wooden spoon away, rub up and down my inner thighs and murmur quietly, "Good girl."

You go back to playing me with your fingers and your tongue and when you get me to the edge again, I am frantic to cum. I forget not to talk and gasp out, "Sir please." 

Your response is so quiet... that scary calm voice, "I wish you hadn't done that." 

Because I'm my own worst enemy, I started rattling an apology, "No Sir please, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." 

"Hush," you say sternly as you flip me back over and push my knees under me again.

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Part Three to come . . .

His devoted one