It’s supposed to be fun when I have a spanking dream, isn’t it? I love spanking; it’s one of my favorite things. When you dream about your favorite things, you’re supposed to have a good dream. 

Recently, though, I did not. 

In the first part of the dream, I was at a last-day-of-the-semester party where all of us were teachers. For some reason it was also a spanking party. I was looking for someone to play with and I met up with my old friend Elyse from when I was in school. She said I could spank her, but only her thighs. Once I had her over my lap and her skirt up, she was wearing full-coverage boyshort-type panties but her thighs were bare and she already had cane marks. I spanked the backs of her thighs a little bit, and then realized we were in a weird position, so I adjusted us. At some point I reached up toward her face and I guess she thought I was going to slap her because she said “I think that’s enough for right now.” I remember feeling worried/hurt that she thought I would do something that she hadn’t consented to. 

I think this part is directly related to a new BDSM romance novel I’m writing. In the outline, the climactic scene involves face slapping (consensually), but as the book has progressed that act has fallen by the wayside in favor of others. 

Anyway. After that, it got toward the end of the party, and someone — a woman with black hair is all I remember, medium-height and average build — came upstairs late, carrying a cake that she immediately put in the trash. I asked her why she did that and she said it was because it was out in her car while she was asleep. That didn’t make sense to me, but I let it go. She was also very late, which I decided was a spankable offense. We found a spot behind one of the couches (which was set up like bleachers for some reason) and I put her over my lap and started to paddle her. A few swats in, though, a couple of people (women) came over and said this person I was spanking was their sub and only they could punish her. She got up and left me there. 

That’s about when I woke up, feeling disgusted with myself over the Elyse thing and the fact that I had done a scene, even in my dreams, with someone I shouldn’t have. At least, not without asking first. 

It wasn’t a super-stressful dream, like a lot of mine are, but I wouldn’t call it a “good” dream either. 

At least the night before the dream I very successfully spanked Partner 1, so that was nice.