Dreams

Paul was dreaming. Jennifer was kneeling before him. She was semi-dressed in an incredibly erotic costume of small bits of leather that didn’t cover so much as accentuate. He was holding a whip and cracking it in the air to get her to perform for him. Then instantly the scene shifted and she was over his lap, being spanked and kicking and squirming delightfully as he reddened her bottom. Then they were in a house that somehow he knew was theirs. She was walking around in a garter-belt, stockings and high heels. He bottom was red from having just been spanked. She kneeled before him. �How can I serve you, Master?� she asked.

Jennifer had a harder time falling asleep. She knew today’s excitement must have gotten to Paul. She couldn’t move for Paul’s arm being around her so she just held still. She waited until she knew he had fallen in deep sleep before moving.

She gently lifted his arm and placed it to his side. She was careful not to wake him. She slid off the bed and silently walked around to her clothes that were now lying on the floor. She put them on and looked over to make sure Paul was still asleep. With her right hand, she slowly opened the door and walked out into the hall.

She wanted to speak to her father. She walked down the stairs and into the living room. He wasn’t there. She then made her way into the study, again he wasn’t there. She sighed and looked up at the clock. She didn’t know how long she and Paul had been in there but it was apparently a lot longer than she expected.

She made her way back up the stairs. She slid open the door to her father’s room and peered in. As she had figured, he was asleep. She then silently walked through the door and into his room. She picked up a pen that was on his desk and a piece of paper.

She folded it into a note style and wrote �To my Father.� on the front. She then unfolded it and wrote a simple two word letter to her father, �Thank you.� She laid it down on his dresser where he would see it in the morning and turned around to leave the room.

She made her way back to her bedroom and slipped back inside. Once the door was closed, she slipped her clothes back off and placed them back on the floor. She snuggled back into Paul’s grip and was soon asleep.

The scenes in Paul’s dreams were jumbled but they all centered around her serving him. He sighed in delight and finally the emptiness of deep sleep overcame him. He tightened his grip on the sleeping girl. He was never going to let her go.

Her dreams were not ones of such happiness but not ones of sadness either.

She could see herself. She was not in control of her own actions but rather a witness to the events. She was in the school auditorium where she had been the previous day during the assembly. But this time it was different, it was just Paul and her up on stage and she was not naked. Her time must have ended in the program but she didn’t understand why everyone was staring at them. The entire school was there. She watched herself bend down next to Paul and he whispered something into her ear. She didn’t know what he said but the next thing she heard was, �Yes Master,� coming from her mouth. With that, she dropped her jeans and soon followed with her panties. She turned around to show the school her bottom which, to her surprise, was a bright red. At that time the lights flickered and went out and she could hear thunder outside the school.

Before the dream could finish she woke up. She looked over at the clock. It wasn’t time for school, she still had a few hours. She didn’t feel the need to go back to sleep, the dream was lost. She shifted out of bed and squatted down next to it so she was eye level with Paul. She just stayed there looking at him. How appearances could deceive anyone. By just looking at him, you wouldn’t expect he would enjoy the type of power he does over women. She just smiled, knowing she was his and he was hers.

She watched as he began to crack open his eyes. She just kept watching him. �Good morning, Master. How was your sleep?�

Paul blinked at her and then he smiled. �I thought it was all a dream.� He sat up and swung his feet over the side of the bed. His cock was hard and he wanted release but first, �It was wonderful. Now it’s time for your good morning spanking, ****.� He couldn’t believe the thrill that he got from saying that and knowing that she would obey. His need to pee just enhanced his sexual desire. He was going to give her a light spanking and then enjoy something different. It was just a question of what to do first.